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[fic] The Captain Does Not Go Down with the Ship

The Captain Does Not Go Down with the Ship

Ikemen Sengoku | Mouri Motonari x Reader | T | 500 words ao3 link (later)

You try your best to stop the Imperial Army from capturing your captain.

A/N: My last entry for @cy-inky's one week challenge! I started with a boom and I'm ending it with a bang! I used two prompts! "Let me guess ... you caused it?" and "Are you an idiot? I am not leaving you here." And it's an action-packed space opera AU! :D Admittedly my star wars and star trek knowledge are poor and shallow, and I did minimal research for this fic, but I hope that it's passable enough lol. I had fun writing this one, and I have to thank Inky for the event 💖 because I've never written so many words in such a short period of time. I was consistently inspired! That's so rare! 🥹

Divider by @/saradika. Hope you enjoy my final entry piece! 🫶

“Let me guess!” Motonari's yell pierces through your ears, amidst the din of blaster shots and sirens and stomps of the crew and the enemies. “You caused it?”

You're tailing your captain, twisting your way through the narrow path that leads to the escape pods. Once or twice, an automatic door opens to reveal a trooper ready to fire, but you're quicker than them. Times like these you're thankful for your agility and speed.

“I'm sorry—it's the only thing I could think of!”

When an imperial ship appeared crying for your captain’s head and sent an army of troopers to collect it, marching their way into the bridge, you tried to stop them by blowing up the main passageway—a move that only delayed them. But that's enough to get the crew going—Motonari shouting orders to engage and eliminate soldiers as many as they can.

“We gotta get you out of here, Captain!” You herded Motonari to a narrower corridor that led to the escape pods.

“D'ya think I'd leave my men alone while I run away like a coward?”

“That's not it at all! That's not—”

And that's when the imperial ship fired.

A trooper jumps out of their hiding, armed with a blaster rifle. And Motonari, raging at the currently disarrayed state of his ship and crew, increases his pace and meets the weapon head on with his electro-sword.

“Captain!” You catch up and try to knock the trooper out but another appears to your right, wielding a knife that almost slices your arm.

“Don't ya ever think of dyin'!” Motonari yells, and he kicks the trooper down to stab them, piercing the dark blue armor. Lightning sparks across his blade, and the trooper is summarily electrocuted.

“I won't!” Another slash—and you crouch down to glide your feet into a sweep, knocking your opponent down, and smash their helmet with a forceful fist.

You glance at Motonari for a cursory check: no injuries—good. “Let's go, Captain!”

When you reach the pod area, Hiroyoshi is already there. “I've already instructed the others to escape. This is the only one left—hurry!”

And as you and Motonari race over where Hiroyoshi waits, a voice cuts through the noise, freezing you both.

“How humiliating it is to see Pirate-Captain Motonari Mouri abandoning his beloved ship.”

Behind them, several meters away, is the silhouette of Imperial General Kicho.

Motonari vibrates with fury, grits his teeth. Kicho's hand lifts, and a gun points at his head.

There's no time to think: Motonari stands closer to Hiroyoshi, so you push him in that direction, screaming, “Hiroyoshi—take care of the captain!” and then face Kicho again, all your cells ablaze.

You can hear Motonari's shouting—“Are you an idiot?! I'm not leavin' ya here!”—his voice strained by Hiroyoshi's persistence. You ignore it, and instead take a step closer to Kicho, blaster at the ready.

A twitch of his eyebrow is your only warning before he pulls the trigger.

[cottoncandy-cult]

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.

[solomons-poison]

Hello Lynn, this is such a cute prompt ahhh 🥰 I don't feel very strong writing for Motonari but wanted to give him some love for you, so I hope you enjoy! I also had to do some research on ancient Japanese haircare products, so if any of it is wrong, just ignore it lol @massivementalitynut

♖: Having their hair washed by the other

Pairing: Motonari Mouri x GN!reader

Your relationship with Motonari had been hard-earned, and certainly wasn’t without its difficulties from time to time. You still remembered in the beginning, the way Motonari feared the touch of others including you, wearing his gloves to protect himself. If you so much as took a step towards him, he’d back away immediately, threatening you if you so much as laid a hand on him, regardless of your intentions. It was only with a lot of hard work, reassurances, and patience that he eventually warmed up and you became the exception. Even with that change, you never would have imagined you’d end up where you were now, sitting inside a large round bathtub with Motonari seated in front of you.

He had brought up taking a bath together to relax after a rough day, spend quality time together and get the mood going. Although the suggestion was a little surprising, it sounded like a good idea to the both of you and you accepted. However, you mentioned offhand about maybe helping wash his hair, and the mood shifted. The expression on his face was tense, serious, and although it shouldn't have been, it was a little bit funny. You tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips, but of course your sharp-eyed lover could see through it.

"Quit yer gigglin'," he said, pouting at you. "What ideas do you have growin' in that flower garden of yours, huh?"

You tried to calm yourself, taking a deep breath.

"Sorry, I don't mean to laugh," you said. "I just didn't expect you to suggest something like this, or be so serious."

Motonari only hummed, watchful eyes staying on you, especially your hands that were currently in the water. You raised your hands in a surrender-type pose to show him, keeping them on your side.

"If you don't want me to touch your hair, that's okay," you continued, trying to give a reassuring smile. "I know some things are still kind of uncomfortable for you."

Your lover stayed quiet, but you could see it in his carnelian eyes that he was thinking, considering his choices. The fact that he didn't outright turn you down was already an improvement, but on occasion, there were still things he couldn't handle, and you'd never blame him for it. However, he chose to surprise you today, glancing up to make eye contact, pursing his lips before responding.

"Alright, fine, I'll let you touch my hair," he said, serious look still on his face.

You couldn't help the way your eyes widened. "Really?!!" You both winced at your shout, reining yourself back in before continuing. "I mean, are you sure? It's okay to say no."

He only shrugged, before starting to turn in the tub.

"I said it's fine already, didn't I?" he murmured. "And anyway, I hate seein' you pout... If it's too much, I'll tell ya."

A surge of warmth filled your chest, so happy to know he trusted you this much. Although his back was now turned, you could see the stiffness in his shoulders, completely stock still as if cornered by a predator. You knew it was taking a lot of his trust and courage to let you do this, and you were going to do your best to make it good.

You grabbed the products the maids had provided, some camellia oil, a comb, and rice water. It took you ages to get used to not having regular shampoo, but now it was a routine you'd become familiar with.

Motonari flinched for a moment as you first touched his head. You stopped to give him a moment, waiting to see if he'd change his mind. But his shoulders relaxed, and you continued onward. You started by combing through your lover's hair, pouring a small bit of rice water in as you worked out any tangles. You worked in more of the water, keeping an eye on his reactions.

You moved on to using your fingers to massage it in. Once again, Motonari stiffened up, but he stayed silent, eventually relaxing once more.

"Are you still doing okay?" you asked softly. Motonari wasn't one to hold back his opinions with you, but you wanted to be sure he wasn't hiding his discomfort.

His head turned a little to glance back at you, one red eye coming into view.

"Yeah, I'm fine... Feels kinda good, actually," he said, his voice dropped off on the latter statement and making it hard to hear. But you still managed to make out what he said, happiness filling your chest. You chose not to comment, continuing on with camellia oil and remainder of the rice water until his hair was smooth and soft, ending with a rinse.

"There, we're all done. How was it?" you asked eagerly, as Motonari turned around in the tub to face you again. His face took on a bashful look, but he put on a haughty voice.

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't too bad. I think I'd be okay if, you know, you wanted to do it again sometime." You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face, only making his face twist in response. "And get that smile off yer face, or I'll have to do something about it."

He leaned forward, using one hand to cup the back of your head and draw you towards him. His lips instantly captured yours in an intense kiss, and if you weren't already sitting down, you're sure your knees would have buckled. Just as you were fighting for breath, he drew back, though not before nipping at your lower lip, the action filling you with heat. Between the heat of the bath and the heat of his kiss, your head was practically spinning, making it hard to understand his next words.

"Now, turn around. You're next."

"For what?" You asked, trying to pull yourself together. Motonari only smiled, a devilish look on his face, although his eyes showed the true softness he was really feeling.

"It's my turn to take care of you."

Your heart thumped heavily, feeling your cheeks heat up. This man was really going to be the death of you.

[venulus-reblogs]

"He will be worshipping your body while being in it."

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Hi! Could I request warlords and MC reactions of their souls switched due magic. That the warlord is living in MC's body and MC living in warlord's body. Nobunaga, Masamune, Shingen, Kenshin, Ranmaru, and Motonari . THANK YOU!

Hello! Ohh this definitely sounds fun! Thank you for the request.

MC and the warlords switch bodies

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

On your side, it will feel strange to be in Nobunaga’s body. It will be even stranger for others to see “Nobunaga” panicking and making expressions he wouldn’t normally do. The real Nobunaga will ask you to not make weird faces while being inside his body.

On his side, he will feel smaller and weak, he will need help being protected while he is in this smaller body, others could take advantage of the situation if they know he was in another body. You will also have to watch over him, since during war councils he won’t bother to sit properly while being in your body, which might lead to him sitting with his legs wide open.

Masamune Date.

On your side, it will already feel weird to only be able to see with one eye, it’s not something you are used to. Since you might not be as wild as Masamune, everyone will think that he is acting very strange, specially when you get flustered while inside Masamune’s body.

On his side, he will see this as an opportunity to see the world with different eyes, literally. There was a time when he did have his two eyes, but that was a long time ago, he wasn’t used to it anymore. Watch out for him, since he will definitely like to tease you while being in your body.

Ranmaru Mori.

On your side, being in Ranmaru’s body will be an interesting experience, you will learn just how flexible and strong he truly is. With his sweet and adorable appearance, it’s hard to believe he is so agile like this.

On his side, he will be very flustered, trying to hide “his” face as to not look at your body while he is in it. Though he will also see this as an opportunity to doll up while being you.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

On your side, you know it will be hard to communicate with others, Kenshin isn’t one to show panic on his face much, he is always serious and scary. So others will find it odd when you speak softly to try and not scare them, Kenshin doesn’t let his voice soften very often.

On his side, he will be devastated but also happy. He loves you very much so it would be an interesting experience to be in your body. On the other hand, who will protect you? People will think that kenshin rubbed his aggressive nature onto you when they see him walking around the castle in your body with a sword.

Shingen Takeda.

On your side, it will feel strange to be in such a large and tall body, the floor will seem so far away it might make you dizzy. You might not be able to pull off his usual rizz while talking to others, which will raise suspicion.

On his side, while he is naturally worried and will try to find a way to fix this, shingen will see this as an opportunity to know you much better. That means he will be worshiping your body while being in it.

Lone forces.

Motonari Mouri.

On your side, it will feel scary to be on Motonari’s body. You don’t have the same aura as him, so you wouldn’t be able to act like him in front of his crew. And Motonari wouldn’t risk it going out while you two have switched bodies.

On his side, he will feel frustrated, he is in a different body when he has so much to do. Usually he would feel weirded out and uncomfortable to be in someone else’s body, but since it’s you, he doesn’t mind it as much.

[aquagirl1978]

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

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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.

  

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Ikemen Sengoku - “Motonari Dating A Virgin Would Include... (+ his Kinks)”

Requested by @odissey061​: “Lol, so is fine asking in which kink he’s in? Or a headcanon with a virgin mc?"

He’s pretty wild in bed and it was honestly extremely intimidating. 

Like he’s extremely experienced and kinky so you were terrified to do it with him. 

(In comparison to the other routes), when you got together with Motonari, you didn’t have sex for a whiiiiile.

He didn’t question it at the beginning but progressively, he started suspecting, were you not into sex? 

Or not sexually attracted to him?

That would be a problem, he’s VERY horny for you. 

One evening, you started making out and his hands traveled somewhere they weren’t as insistent about before and you pulled away bashfully.

“Hmm?” he gave you an inquiring look once he pulled away from your neck. 

You couldn’t meet his gaze in embarrassment, you stared at your lap, that was placed on top of his as you straddled him.

“What’s wrong huh?” despite his gruff tone, his slender fingers delicately laced around your chin. 

There were no negative emotions in his eyes that would scare you. But it was going to be his reaction to the inevitable that was shaking you to your core. 

"Have you never… done this?" he attempted to be subtle about his vocabulary not to be too harsh or making you more embarrassed than you already were.  

"W-What makes you think that?" you inquired, cheeks burning so much you felt like they might just melt off. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, 'really?' 

A big sigh escaped you and you looked away again. 

"I haven't." you murmured in defeat, he was too smart to let something like this over his head. 

He was too observant. 

"Why didn't ya tell me, sweetheart?" 

“W-well I mean- I’m- and you’re-” you gestured widely in embarrassment.

A grin tore on his face.

So cute

He cupped your cheek and kissed you hard to shut you up. 

But also your lips looked VERY attractive at that moment. 

You decided to do it  and he took his time to make sure you were comfortable. 

The next morning you spent cuddling naked beside each other and it was a little too fluffy for the both of you. 

Because you realised how smitten you were with each other. 

From there, he didn't bring any kinky shit until a while after you were doing it for awhile just to make sure you were one hundred percentage comfortable in bed. 

Okay now onto his kinky shit level lol. 

He has alot of kinks. 

It's pretty freaky at first. 

You were actually more nervous about trying out his kinks than your first time. 

He did sit you down and tell you a few things he’s into first in case you change your mind.

Motonari definitely has a daddy kink but because it's not something you're entirely comfortable with from the start,  he builds it up. 

He's also into light bondage, on you or him, either way. He does prefer fucking you into  the next week but seeing you use his body at your own pleasure is a huge turn on as well. 

He's definitely an ass type guy so he does have a tiny preference for anal over pussy.

But it does depend on the day, with you he also has a tiny breeding kink so on some days he needs your ass and others your vagina.

Either way it’s always a little painful the next day- which is nearly everyday because of his high sex drive.

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[thezestyone]

Could I get short fic or HC about being taken care of by Motonari? Like being sick or they've traveled to the modern day and he's taking care if MC/reader after a surgery.

@writingwhimsey Aw, of course, Whimsey! Here you go, and I hope recovery is going smoothly for you!

Motonari x Reader in… The Devoted Pirate In The House

“S-Sir, calm down!”

“The hell you mean calm down?! My girl is undergoing surgery and you won’t let me see her! I oughta-“ He growled, before sucking in his teeth. He knew this was coming, his girl told him this was going to happen, that it was necessary-

But that doesn’t mean he likes it any! Surgery involved… other people touching her! The idea of someone else touching his lady, potentially doing harm to her… it burned his blood like a hot fire. He was quite anxious and hated how he couldn’t see her.

He wanted to be by her side so desperately, and he knew he couldn’t give much lip to these modern people. His girl warned him that if he acted a bit too rashly, he would be in serious trouble, and he was not looking to inconvenience his lady when she was already going through so much.

“…Damn it all to hell…” He gritted his teeth, pacing anxiously back and forth as he tugged at his hair.

If only Hiroyoshi was here to calm him down. That old man always knew just what to do, and he was the one who usually calmed the hot-headed pirate captain, besides his flower girl.

But Hiroyoshi wasn’t here. Motonari would have to deal with this, to deal with his love in such a delicate state all by himself, and the idea terrified him. What if he was too rough with her? What if he made whatever she was going through even worse?

“Sir, I know you are worried about your wife, but I can assure you she will be alright and you will be able to see her shortly,” The receptionist told him with held up hands, as Motonari merely snorted in reply, going to sit down. ”Sure…”

‘She better be, or the future will be damned,’ He thought, going to try and get a handle on his feelings at this situation.

When he sees her after she is discharged… he had to be the perfect husband. He had to dote on her like crazy, he had to be the best damn nurse ever. He did not want her lifting a finger after she got out of surgery.

It was settled… He was going to be the perfect house husband.

After she was discharged from the hospital, Motonari made sure to get himself informed about everything care related, from doing her hair, to helping her take a shower, cooking her favorite meals, keeping the home spotless, everything, and he did it all with a cheesy ’kiss the chef’ apron that he wore ever since he brought her home.

“Motonari, I will be fine, just let me-“ His flower girl would begin, before he would give her an adorable pout and silence her lips with a kiss. ”No, let me do it. You focus on getting yer rest,” He would tell her, before he continued to insist on doing anything and everything.

He may be a bit rough on the edges at times, but when it counts, Motonari was the biggest softie there ever was. Maybe it was a good thing Hiroyoshi wasn’t there to tease the pirate captain at just how devoted he was to his flower girl.

He would put the clothes to wash, dry, fold them, put them away… sweep the floors, mop the floors, dry the floors, dusting and washing the walls- He was obsessively paying attention to every little detail, even more so than usual. Motonari was always a very particular man, knowing how he liked his stuff, but it seemed like he was taking it to another extreme altogether.

“Motonari… I do not think it is necessary to wash the walls…” His lady would call from their bed with a sweatdrop, as he would give her another adorable pout. ”It is when the dust can make ya feel worse! What if ya get allergies? No way my girl is going to be any more uncomfortable than she has to be!” He would huff stubbornly, before continuing on with his intense housekeeping, all the while still sporting that cheesy ’kiss the chef’ apron.

He would even wear it while he went to go to the market to buy groceries for their home. If he got stares, he would meet the stares head on with a glare, and a frown that made them quickly look away. ”The hell you looking at?” He had to be ready at a moment’s notice in case he needed to do something for his wife, so it made sense that he would be prepared for the occasion, even sporting a little cute wallaby book bag that was full of emergency items, like medicines, bandaids, feminine products, snacks- He promised himself he would be the perfect house husband, and he damn hell for sure was going to be it, and own it like he owned everything he did. How a man could look so confident sporting such a peculiar getup was beyond admirable.

As much as he tried to front, Motonari was completely weak for his wife. It showed in everything he did for her.

”Do not rush yer healing, okay?” He would tell her tenderly after he finished helping her get ready to sleep, gently tucking the sheets over her body, making sure to be very mindful with how the sheets came into contact with her. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

“Take all the time you need. And if ya need anything at all, just let me know and I will give it to ya,” He would smile tenderly at her as he gently stroked her cheek, his eyes looking into hers with deep affection. She was the love of his life, he would do anything for her.

[leonardhoee]

A Rant About Ikesen’s Treatment of Motonari

I’ve been away from tumblr for a while but I had to come back for this.

So something I’ve noticed throughout playing Ikesen is the way that the game is very biased agains Motonari and I think it needs to be addressed because he is the only brown character and his portrayal is full of harmful stereotypes against brown men. I love this game but I haven't seen a single person acknowledge how badly Motonari is treated by the creators and the fandom as a result of that.

Also any racist comments will be blocked.

Possible route spoilers under the cut…

So lets start with the obvious, he is the only dark skinned character in Ikesen and when I first started playing I was so happy about that because finally (regardless of his ethnicity which honestly in this portrayal of him can be up for debate, I HC him as south East Asian) we are getting some representation. Throughout the game though I started noticing a lot of harmful stereotypes being thrown onto him that none of the other characters face.

Both him and Nobunaga are relatively misogynistic, I’m not denying that at all. However the way it is portrayed in their routes is very different. Nobunaga should in fact have sexual harassment charges, yet its romanticized repeatedly throughout his route. Motonari on the other hand treated MC as a possession the same way Nobunaga did, however he is shown as aggressive and scary as opposed to Nobunaga being shown as sexy and romantic.

There is also a difference in their respective CG’s 

Motonari’s CG is shown much more threatening and aggressive than Nobunaga’s

That brings me to my next point. Every other antagonist so far is shown to have a gentle and redeemable side. Kenshin threatened to wage war on the whole country while keeping MC locked in a cell yet he is still shown to be gentle and romantic. Kennyo repeatedly kidnaps and threatens MC’s life in other routes yet he is shown as a gentle monk who just wants revenge for his fallen brethren. Why doesn't Motonari get that level of consideration and empathy? Why is he, the only brown man, shown as an aggressive two-dimensional brute in every single route that isn’t his own? And this is a harmful stereotype that shows itself in all kinds of media. Brown men are depicted as predatory and aggressive both in fiction and real life.

This leads me to his ethnicity (I’m only talking about Ikesen’s portrayal of Motonari, I am well aware he was a Japanese warlord irl). In his route there is a part where he is talking about slavery and colonialism. As a South Asian woman I completely understand his perspective and its what got me thinking about this subject in the first place.

This subject is clearly personal to him. These lines, the way he looks as opposed to the other characters, and the fact that he speaks Spanish (around this time period the Philippines were being colonized by Spain), leads me to head cannon him as South East Asian, specifically Filipino. However, historically, Motonari comes from a region of Southern Japan, which is known as Hiroshima today. Cybird meant to market him as Okinawan. A large part of the reason Motonari is being treated this way by Cybird stems from the fact that people from Okinawa face racism from mainland Japan. Considering the fact that this game was made in Japan, and knowing what we know about their history of colonization, racism, and east asian beauty standards revolving around colorism, I am honestly not surprised that Motonari is being portrayed like this.

Until now they just showed his reason for fighting the Oda to be “oh I just want to watch the world burn for no reason”. But no that’s not the reason. These lines. That’s the reason. A lot of the context behind those lines comes from the fact that comes from because people from mainland Japan treated Okinawan people as slaves. He doesn’t want to see another colonizer come into power. Sure he’s a bit of an extremist but historically people who have this ideology have always been portrayed as savage and barbaric and “against the betterment of society” (think Jet from atla or even Malcom x). It’s no different in ikesen. The devs are clearly villainizing this ideology. Let’s not forget the fact that irl Hideyoshi invaded Korea. And the fact that anime and otome games are part of Japan’s way of erasing their war crimes and rebranding themselves to the rest of the world. It’s blatantly obvious here with the way they’re villainizing Motonari for having a perfectly valid reason to fight the Oda. If Japan stays divided they can’t invade and colonize other countries like the Philippines can they? Anti-colonialism = bad. 

Lastly I want to talk about how they downplayed his abilities as a leader and a warlord in his own right. In all the other routes he is depicted as less educated and frankly “dumb”, and it shows itself in his speech patterns too. Compared to Nobunaga and Mitsuhide, Motonari’s speech is stereotypically “less educated” and “lower class”. Yet he is just as much of a leader as any of the other warlords. However instead of acknowledging that, the game chooses to focus on his crimes and behavior as a pirate, instead of his role as the head of the Mouri clan.

At one point Kicho even compares his intelligence to a fifth grader which just rubs me the wrong way because lets take a moment to actually look at Motonari’s abilities. He is multilingual, has knowledge of global politics and economics, is an amazing businessman, and extremely analytical. He is literally known as the God of Decit, yet I did not hear that name once until his route came out. His strategies are good enough to be called a god, yet that is completely buried in the other routes in order to simplify his character into a trigger happy psychopath and a violent brute. He is just as smart as Nobunaga yet he is not given the credit he deserves.

Both Motonari and Nobunaga are extremely similar yet because of the horribly biased portrayals, Motonari is one of the least popular characters whereas Nobunaga is the second most popular. It makes me angry to see people in the fandom choosing to blindly hate Motonari without recognizing the fact that this stems from a frankly racist portrayal of an extremely intelligent and powerful character. Although truthfully, I blame the devs because if they had given his character even half the consideration and depth the others got, this would not be the case. 

You can disagree with me if you want. I am simply bringing attention to something I haven’t seen being addressed.

I hope in future routes, events, and sequels he is treated better by the devs and and the fandom. Please stop projecting racist stereotypes onto brown men.

[ikehoe]

Hii can i ask for a motonari x female reader smut please??💕

The Willing Prisoner

Rating: Explicit (Minors, DNI)

Tags: Smut, PIV, fingering, Captor/Captive, slight enemies to lovers (well… sex partners, at least), MC is feisty, Motonari Mouri x AFAB Reader, TW – Reader is a little apprehensive about taking things further with him at first.

Description: You’re being held prisoner on Motonari’s pirate ship. Initially, you’re terrified that the Pirate King will hurt you, but with each passing day, you grow more curious about him. It doesn’t help that he’s absolutely gorgeous and seems to exude sensuality wherever he goes. Finally, in a tense moment of passion, you end up in bed together, where Motonari is every bit as cocky and demanding as you initially thought.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in the Motonari request! I’m not familiar with him, so I had to do some research before feeling comfortable enough to write a scene for him. Hope you enjoy, anon!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Ikemen Sengoku or any of the Ikemen series games. I’m merely an avid fan of being MC.

WC: 2.7k+

It had been a week since you had been kidnapped and brought aboard the great Motonari Mouri’s pirate ship. What had started off as an absolute nightmare, stemming from the fear that you’d be killed, had now turned into one long, endless tale. The mornings and nights blurred together; the only thing indicating a change in time was the loud banging against the door, showing the Pirate King’s arrival.

Initially, you’d thought that you would have been fed to the sharks. Even worse, there was the possibility that the Pirate King would have his way with you and then leave you to his men to finish you off. However, you quickly realized that although some tales of the Pirate King were true, not all of them reflected the complexity of his character. After being taken aboard the first day, Motonari had immediately insisted on locking you inside his cabin and had set up a makeshift cot for himself, relinquishing his bed to you. When you attempted to ask him for another room while you were aboard, he immediately shut you up by saying that he needed to keep an eye on you and that it may be safer for you to stay with him rather than any of his men.

“Oi, ya’ ready for some grub?” A gruff voice asked. Before you could even respond, Motonari burst into his cabin, holding a platter of some unidentified soup.

The chains that bound you to your bed rendered you unable to move. Instead, you looked up at the man, a fierce glow in your eyes, as he approached. “Are you ready to let me out of these chains?” You shot back, frowning as he burst out into a loud, boisterous laugh.

“Hahahaha, yer’ an interesting one, aren’t ya’? And what makes ya’ think I trust you enough to let yer’ pretty self out of these chains?” Motonari asked, crimson red eyes sparkling in amusement. “Yer’ giving me too much credit. I’ll have ya’ know, having a pretty lady chained up in my room is a massive turn-on for me.”

“Well, it’s doing the exact opposite for me,” you snapped, pulling against the chain in an attempt to surprise the Pirate King. However, this proved to be the wrong action as you let out an accidental wince as the hard metal pressed into your wrists and dug into the tender skin.

“You gotta relax. Those chains ain't goin’ anywhere,” Motonari replied, peeking around you at the chains binding you to the bed. “Alright, alright, I’ll offer you a compromise. I still don’t trust ya’ enough to let ya’ go traipsing around the ship, but how about you get chained to me instead?”

All of the possible ways this idea could go terribly wrong for you began flashing through your head. First, there was no way you could trust the Pirate King, and although he hadn’t tried anything funny with you just yet, it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t. Not only that, his personality had proved to be unbearable at best and downright grating at worst. However, there was one thing that you tried to ignore, and that was your undeniable attraction to the handsome man. He was all muscles with caramel skin, contrasting beautifully against his snow-white locks and crimson eyes. To say that you had never seen a man as striking as him would be an understatement.

“F—fine,” you stammered out, the word falling from your lips before your rational side could stop you. His mouth gaped open slightly at your comment.

“Oh, so yer’ finally coming around, eh?” Motonari asked, shooting a quick wink at you as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a small, black key. With the speed and agility that only a Pirate King could possess, he quickly unlocked one of the cuffs around your wrist and reattached it to his own. “Now, yer’ truly mine!” Another boisterous laugh fell from Motonari’s lips, and you immediately regretted your decision. He quickly grabbed your chin with his large, calloused hands and turned your face towards him.

You could feel your heart rate speeding up as the handsome man before you examined you as if you were a priceless piece of treasure. His crimson eyes roamed across your face, setting on your lips. The only sound you could hear was his steady breathing. Finally, he finished his cross-examination of your face, only for him to start trailing his gaze lower and lower. Gooseflesh rose across your skin as you watched his heated gaze trail across your chest.

“Hey!” You protested, snapping him out of his less-than-innocent daydream. “What do you think you’re looking at? I agreed to be chained to you, not let you have a free show or do whatever you were doing back there!”

Motonari shrugged casually in response and offered you a not-at-all reassuring smirk. “Sorry, m’lady. I can’t help it when I see something I like. It’s like I said already, yer’ mine now, and you oughtta remember that fact. You may not be begging me to touch you right now, but I can bet my left hand that by the end of the day yer’ going to be beggin’ to ride me like a stallion.”

Now it was time for your mouth to gape open in surprise at Motonari’s naughty words. You thought back to your earlier assessment of him and sighed. It seemed as though the man truly was as brutish as everyone said. The only thing that was stopping you from slapping the living daylights out of the Pirate King and going down with a fight was the curiousity that had piqued in you at his bold statement.

The next couple of hours were spent being tugged around by a brash Motonari. He checked up on his men, and surprisingly, they seemed to respect him, even adore him. Lighthearted jokes passed between his crew, some even at your expense.

“Oi! Captain! You didn’t tell us we were allowed to chain up a beautiful lady as a play-thing! Why don’t ya’ share?” A roar of cheers and laughter erupted from the rowdy crew at the suggestion. You rolled your eyes and shot the dirtiest look to his men you could muster up, despite looking every bit the role of a slave at that moment.

“Alright, settle down! Get yer’ own, this little lady is mine!” Motonari responded, pulling you close to his side in one quick motion. You turned from his crew and shot him a dirty look, further narrowing your eyes at him as his grin widened. His manly scent, reminiscent of cigars and sandalwood, filled your nostrils.

After Motonari made his rounds across the Pirate ship, he finally brought you back to his quarters. He sat down on his cot, effectively pulling you down beside him. “So, how was yer’ first day as a crewmember?” He asked, training his sharp crimson gaze on you.

“Terrible, though it’d be much better if you’d unchain me, so I don’t have to spend half the day getting pulled around by you.”

“Ah, well, if ya’ promise me not to run, I’ll unlock you for a bit,” Motonari said.

At his promising words, you nodded and watched as he unlocked the tight chain that bound you to him. Right as you were about to rub your wrists in relief, he grabbed your wrist with his hand and turned it over, inspecting the irritated skin closely.

“Sorry ’bout that, but I really can’t trust ya’ until you prove yourself,” Motonari shrugged. “Don’t even try to run because I’m just going to catch ya’ again, and when I do, I’ll have to punish ya.’”

As the Pirate King moved to fetch something from across the room, you searched the room with your gaze to see if there was any possible exit plan. When your search came up with nothing, you turned back to Motonari, only to catch him in the midst of removing his clothes.

“W—what are you doing?!” You cried out, immediately covering your eyes with one hand.

“It was hot today, and I’ve been sweatin’ all day. You can look if ya’ want. I’m not shy.”

Though you had seen glimpses of his body here and there in the past week, you had never seen his bare torso in all its glory. In fact, in all your years of living, you’d never been so close to a man who exuded such raw, powerful energy. The charisma he possessed was evident in every word he spoke, every little action he took, and certainly, in the way he commanded his crew.

Turning back to you, Motonari smirked, seeing a light pink flush on your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “What? Never seen a man’s body before?”

“I—Of course I have!” You cried out indignantly, removing your hand from your eyes only to immediately train your gaze on the ceiling. “Just… just not like yours.”

“What was that?” He teased, now close enough to you that if you wanted to reach out and touch him, your fingertips would immediately touch his tight abs. You chanced a look at him but realized you were now directly facing his crotch, and it seemed as though you had caught another part of Motonari’s attention as well.

“N—nothing!” You responded, gulping as you looked at the sizeable bulge visible through the thin fabric of his slacks.

You felt his strong hand against your chin once again, lifting you up, so you were forced to look him directly in his eyes. The heat evident in his gaze had you licking your lips. His eyes flickered down to your lips, now trained on your tongue. Half a second later, his lips were pressed against yours in a heated, passionate kiss.

“Mmph, wh—what are you doing?!” You cried out, trying to put distance between you and the Pirate King.

To his credit, Motonari paused momentarily and let you catch your breath as he responded. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been starin’ at me every time I’ve been near ya’. I could see the way your perky’ lil’ nipples would harden. Do ya’ know how tough it was, controllin’ myself?” He looked down again at your cleavage and grasped it with one hand.

Your mouth formed an O in surprise, and your mind went blank. Your body betrayed you as you let out a lustful moan as Motonari began kneading your breast. The heat emanating off of the man was only stimulating you even more. In one powerful motion, he ripped your shirt straight off of you and quickly placed his mouth on your breasts. The sensation of his tongue lapping at your nipple drew mewls of pleasure from your mouth, and you pushed your breasts closer against him.

The pleasurable sensation of Motonari working his magic against your breasts was enhanced a second later when he pushed your skirt up and trailed a finger against your soaked panties.

“A little excited, are ya’?” He rasped out.

“Just shut up and touch me,” you snapped, bringing his hand back to your needy core. Unfortunately, this had been the wrong thing to say to the man, as he promptly pushed you onto the bed and trapped you between his legs.

“What’d ya’ say to me? Don’t forget, you’re mine, and you answer to me, I don’t answer to you,” he growled, tearing through your panties with one finger and forcefully entering you.

The pleasure from the sudden intrusion in your core had you gasping for air. He began pumping into you slowly, inserting a second finger after. His digits were thick rough, and all you wanted him to do at that moment was bring you to your release.

“P—please, more… master,” you whispered quietly. The lustful words that had come from your mouth caused his cock to throb in the confines of his pants. Dutifully obliging, he began to increase the speed of his digits thrusting into you, making sure to work in a ‘come hither’ motion to add increased pressure against that spot in your core that had you seeing white.

“Come for me,” Motonari stated, simultaneously sucking purple marks into the sensitive skin on my neck.

At his command, you came apart, eyes rolling into the back of your head as pleasure wracked your body. When you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked back to Motonari with a lustful gaze.

“I… I want more. I want to feel you,” you begged. He closed his eyes, and a low groan came out of his mouth at your sultry words. He gave you the briefest of nods in response, and your hands flew to the crotch of his pants, freeing his erection quickly.

The crimson-eyed man’s body was a work of art, and that included his large, twitching cock. Without even realizing it, your mouth began watering, and you were ready to have him claim your mouth as his own personal fuck-toy when his large hand stopped you.

“I wanna feel yer’ tight little pussy around me, sweetheart,” Motonari stated.

Eagerly, you opened up your legs, revealing your wet core to him. He quickly lined himself up against you, pressing his large cock against the entrance of your pussy. You expected him to enter you in one forceful throat, but it seemed as though he wanted to savor the moment. He slowly thrust forward, his manhood stretching your core inch-by-inch and causing you to let out a wanton moan at the pleasure.

“Oh, my God,” you breathed, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sensational feeling.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m yer’ god now,” he responded cockily, bottoming out in your core in one quick thrust. The feeling had you once again gasping for air. Not giving you much time to recover, Motonari began to pick up his pace, thrusting into you relentlessly while moaning the dirtiest of phrases into your ear.

“This tight little pussy belongs to me, now. No one else, ya’ understand? I’m the only one that gets ta’ use yer’ little hole like this.”

In response, you reached your arms over his muscular shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, drawing out a pleasured hiss from him.

“Fuck, sweetheart, ya’ tryna make me fill this tight little hole of yers?” He asked, cock twitching as he neared his release. In one quick motion, he wrapped his arm under the bend of your knee and pushed your leg up, causing his cock to hit your sensitive spot.

“Ooh! Fuck!” You cried out, body aflame in pleasure. Spurred on by your words, Motonari seemed to be on a mission to have you screaming out louder and louder. He relentlessly pounded into you with his manhood and brought you to your second release of the night.

“Fuck, Motonari!” You cried out, vision turning white as you were once again brought to your climax. Your legs twitched as Motonari continued thrusting into you, eager to bring on his own release. A second later, you heard a grunt and felt his cock twitch, filling you with hot spurts of his cum. He collapsed on you, unable to hold himself up any longer, and the two of you remained in this position until you both regained a sense of your surroundings.

Motonari gently grabbed you, rolling you over so you were laying on top of him. The gaze behind his crimson eyes seemed a lot less icy now that you two were more familiar with each other.

“So, what now?” You asked him.

“I told ya’ I’d have you beggin’ me to ride me, didn’t I? The night’s not over yet.”

[janumun]

The Pirate's Symbol(s): NSFW Alphabet [IkeSen Motonari]

Game: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Motonari/Female Reader

Rated: NSFW/18+ Words: 2.5k

Warnings: stockings fetish, spoilers for Motonari’s ‘condition’, sexual intercourse, mentions of exhibitionism/semi-public sex, (non-sexual) bondage, innuendoes and dirty-talk, masturbation

Author’s Notes: Motonari’s entire self is a joy, his route gave me some much needed, invigorating enemies-to-lovers, and I officially love him! [Totally swiped my heart right up without warning!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Motonari is quick — you’d almost say adept — at sweeping off a cloth, or container, placed by your bedside. Although, your touch and whatever fire you generate in between the two of you does not bother him, he does prefer you both cleaner of the mess and fluids when holding you close in his arms, afterwards.

Wiping up the remnants of your passionate and, often vigorous, activities off of quivering thighs he presses apart, in gentle strokes of damp fibers. Movements of the cloth soft enough it doesn’t shock you into over-sensitivity but not soft enough you relax entirely beneath him, because that scarlet gaze is always fixated on you — your body language. And if you give away even an inch, he’s ready and up for round two (or four). [Bless yer stamina, matey!]

If not, he’s still up and happy to listen to his favorite flower-brained woman’s amusing, outrageous tales she narrates in animated conversation. While he whisks up a quick, invigorating meal for her at the kitchen counter, just as she rests her happy self at the table. Garnet gaze seemingly fixated upon the task at hand — spices being tossed, ladle being stirred, eggs whipped to perfection — but his answers are prompt and alert, although still carrying that insouciant edge. Indicating his attention; equal division in between feeding you and hearing you speak.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Motonari is fond of his mouth, and before you, he didn’t think of it as much of an achievement as he believes it now, when your jittery gaze seeks immediate relief (and lust) as soon as it lands upon that obvious smirk.

A single kiss and your thoughts are all but handed over to him on an elaborate platter. Your cheeks color dark and wide; restless eyes tracing across his mouth. Your own parting; pink tongue darting quick in a swipe across plush lips: all of you demanding more of him.

Yes, he is surprisingly (or not), in touch with a far more emotional side: Motonari adores your eyes, although you’re never hearing it from him. Your entire body speaks of honesty but the way he reads your thoughts so easy, in your gaze, there’s quite nothing as exhilarating or confounding as the love he captures in them. That quick, tight knot of your brow, your anger flaring in your eyes or the equally prompt melting, when he appeases you in gentle teases. He’s been so long used to not trusting that a person he sees this clearly through, and sees how she trusts; it’s not an entirely terrible thing to feel.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As mentioned above, the man doesn’t particularly care to leave you a mess post-coitus unless you ask it of him; there is little he’s able to refuse you. So when it does come (…heh) to cumming outside of your pussy, your mouth is a pretty (very pretty too) good substitute for him to ejaculate, without having to think of leaving external stains on you. Your throat clamping, then swallowing, around his orgasm, so he feels that slick slide of saliva and semen around him, as you moan.

Yer pretty darn hot, m’lady.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are times he descends — quick and furious — into an almost juvenile state of petty jealousy [he realizes the immaturity of it, he just cannot! help! it!] and ends up turning that lust on you, instead.

He’d never actually do it but visualizing — in almost exact, murderous details — how he’d like to drag you into an empty room whenever Kicho gets all up in your face, and fuck you so hard your throat tears through screams lough enough Kicho hears each and every single sound and moan.

Or, clasp your chin in his fingers, whenever Hideyoshi’s a little too close for comfort at an Oda banquet, and kiss you senseless and noisy [pirates crave a flashy exhibition!].

He despises making a show of you to anybody, so that idea only stays in thoughts but also it’s mind-boggling, since it does get him hard on the spot.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, it was only ever through terrible necessity (extremely dire straits) that he — if ever and very sparing — sought casual sex. The occasions hadn’t been plenty and he’d be frighteningly specific about how he wanted to take a woman to bed.

Bathed, no make-up, no perfume, no scented products or jewelry — anything extra that he could accidentally touch and trigger a reaction. A clean, unscented futon he’d provide in a bare room. Any bonds or cloths he could get his hands on (buying his own and discarding immediately after), to tie their limbs, keep their movements limited; Motonari used.

Of course, there’d be the rare prostitute who’d drop immediately after visiting a client, or one who’d perceive his conditions extreme and over-the-top and think they could ‘change his mind’. The moment they’d try and cross the line, he’d fling them off, almost violently, heart racing, sweat marking each inch of exposed skin. Nauseous and barely tapped, before he’d stride out of the room.

He’s also witnessed open and perverse brothels — and corrupt seething dens — where men and women fuck, for all to see, in his line of work, so he’s no stranger to how sex works for others either.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s learning to let go and touch (just you) without the added barrier of gloves and since you so seem fond of his hands on you, Motonari likes any positions that allow his hands to move your body upon his; he isn’t picky.

Palms curved upon your hips so that your ass slaps against his pelvis each time he pulls back, the movements of his cock into and out of your pussy — a place you are both connected and he likes that. Or even when he can spread your thighs wide, press them apart before hooking his hands over your abdomen and just focusing on moving.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a pirate he’s a vortex of a man and slips all over the spectrum. Motonari’s goading is far softened with minimum barbs, when he’s in(side you) in bed with you. More velvet — than leathery — questions, soft smirk-y and probing,: “Ya like that, flower girl?” —as his mouth hovers just close to your ear, nose barely touching and tucking sweat soaked strands away from your temple. Definitely lands firm and midway between too serious and entirely silly. But he’s all focus on you, make no mistake.

He’s still got a filthy mouth on him, but dirty romantic liners are more his style, in bed (he wants you warmed as well as turned on!), in contrast to the complete indecent filth he threatens you with (a good time!) when the two of you are out and about.

“Pipe down, m’lady. The way yer moaning, they’re gonna think I’m fucking ya, right on deck.” Those eyes are burnished rubies; smile wide, crooked and unashamed, as he ducks close. “But maybe ya feel like putting on a show.”

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s clean down below (and silver-haired, yes) — he doesn’t go the ‘complete waxed up, no-hair in sight’ route, but rather prefers keeping his hair short-trimmed and well-groomed.

He’s also kept his pubic hair short and neat, for the rare occasions he does have sex, and an unkempt mass down there would leave him more likely and exposed to his partner’s fluids staying on him. He despises that.

Motonari doesn’t mind blood, dirt and grime on the field, nor the brine of the harsh sea sticking to his skin, but as soon as he’s done with — or in between — jobs, he takes the time to wash and clean himself up thoroughly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

[Also see G=Goofy] Motonari isn’t short with words of love. He isn’t reciting romantic poems but he is quick to let you know, in exact words, how much he loves you — and is loving being inside you — in the moment. Barriers definitely lower themselves — not all down, not completely back up — with this man, in bed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

(As also mentioned in E=Experience) the man, previously, has sought intimacy only and only out of desperate necessity and when his hand is just not enough for him to relieve himself of his lust. Motonari, before you, jacked off, multiple times within a week, sometimes thrice (or more) in a single day. His desires, usually amped, following a particularly unsatisfying battle or raid.

After you, he still does take time off for some self-lovin’ (remember: stamina for daaays, and you’re mostly unable to match him so he makes do), just not as much as he used to, in the past.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You and Motonari share a love for (clothing) imports from the seas beyond. He’s always up for sharing and discussing trade secrets, doling out clothing advice and helping you work out modern clothing from whatever fabrics are available to you.

Stockings might be one of his favorite products.

The fabric feeling absolutely exquisite against his palms when he rounds you close into his grasp, stood in between his spread thighs as he observes and hums beneath you, seated. A harmless joke you make, about a stocking fetish and the ensuing explanation soon after, has him grinning and dragging you down to test the material against his teeth.

“Yer sayin’ I got a thing for yer fancy underclothes? Heh, don’t think so. Seeing you in it just makes me wanna tear it all off, meu docinho de côco.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere you’re afforded privacy; although a little flirting with danger is good and being pinned in between the door and his body. Watching you try and smother your moans into your sleeves, skews that grin wider, that cock harder.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. He’s got a dirty mind, it’ll do the rest of the work when its got its catalyst: you.

Nothing gets you results faster than being honest with Motonari, or expressing your affections (even chaste) for him.

Tell him he looked especially handsome, earlier on a job out: with his hair slicked back and how hard it was for you to have held back from kissing him, on the spot. That you love him—

He’s on you so fast.

“That brain’s just gotta keep sprouting its flowers, huh.” He murmurs, tugging at your chin to swipe his tongue into you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite his treatment of you very early on in his route (the collar, the slavery deal), Motonari’s not into putting a collar on a person, romantic or otherwise. Collaring and hearing you call him your Master wouldn’t do much for him, playful or not.

He’s had to live a great chunk of his life as the Beggar Prince; experienced the devastating dregs of human society, including and not limited to being treated as one inferior, and having to watch people around at the very mercy of corrupt lords.

In retrospect, it isn’t something he might take pleasure in, in the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving or receiving, both take some getting used to within the bedroom. He finds the taste of you pleasant, when he withdraws wet digits from inside you and takes a careful swipe of the clear fluid across his skin. And has expressed interest in, and gone down on you several times.

Receiving gets a bit more gentle coax-y and requires reassurances, with Motonari. He doesn’t particularly like seeing his release all over you. Having to work through those barriers of his mind, but once he allows you, he does enjoy the slow kisses, and the soft slide of your mouth against him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His default setting is rough and furious. The two of you are usually frustrated passion by the time you actually get to his bedroom (he likes to prod and poke much too often in public, get you riled) so there’s only one way to go and it’s up. He’s spreading your thighs apart with none too gentle hands as he pushes through and into you, your own hold on him, white knuckled and almost delirious with the way his hips rock into you and his cockhead scraps across your front wall with his onslaught.

At times, however, especially after a high-risk mission; when he’s been close enough to stare Death in the face and survive, he likes to take his time being inside you, just being able to feel you. Once, twice, several times, he’s keeping you beneath, or mounted on top of him, coaxing your hips and your moans.

“Don’t look at me like that, flower girl. I’m alive, ain’t I? Com’ere. I’ll take those tears of yers.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely! Any time he can have you, or get you close enough in private, you’re going to be fucking each other. He loves those little breathy, moan-laughters you make in half-panic/all arousal, each time he drives up to grind your hips close together, stuffed into a hallway closet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Semi-public quickies are a thing and the closest to risky as he gets. As mentioned previously, he’s demanding enough over you, he doesn’t like men Kicho touching you, let alone hearing you when you sound like that.

Other kinks, most kinks, he’s down to try with his favorite dirty, flower-brained woman. He does however, draw the line at any kinks that might involve him using harsh, ugly words to degrade you or your body and/or being soiled.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

All I gotta say is: Pirate’s got stamina enough to power his ships through horn alone, over an entire week!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys translate to external objects. Which are always subject to germs, and need to be (excessively) cleaned by his standards, to keep them useful and usable. That’s far much more work than he’s usually willing to commit himself to.

And he has no need of them. Not when you respond plenty to his touch alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot! Motonari’s brand of filthy talk is polished to leave you damp in between the legs. He’s pulling the nastiest most wonderful innuendoes out of the most mundane of tasks.

“Ya like that old weapon?” He might ask of you, as you admire the carvings upon the handle of one of his clan’s katana. “Didn’t know ya liked the feel of handlin’ a sword between yer hands that much, m’lady.”

Leaving your mind reeling and cheeks flushing before withdrawing with a, “What’re ya cooking in that flower brain of yers? Heh... you’ve got a dirty mind.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heavy, sensual pants against your ears. His groans and grunts enough to fan the fires of your own arousal, to have you ready to come, from just the sounds that can leave his throat. Motonari doesn’t care to be heard outside your boundaries, but he also doesn’t care to withhold his own sounds of pleasure from you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He almost swears (but will never tell you, in very direct words): the space in between your bare breasts smells almost sweet like flowers. He likes finding his way up and nosing in between your breasts — just skin-to-skin contact at a place he finds you’re at your most fragrant. Suckling and tugging at a nipple draws those moans and your scent more intense, so he nips and teeths around the place often.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

That beautiful cock — with the evidence of just enough silver at the base — is long enough it fits and curves snug into you, without entering into any discomforting places, deep. But he is thick enough, it takes you time (and many times) to not just hold your breath and tighten up around him on reflex, upon entry.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

(Read: S)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’re almost always the one falling asleep first. Pirates are used to night raids and this one’s no different. He does prefer watching you sleep, late into the night, once you fall exhausted into slumber.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

♧° Link to Master List °♡

[immaaskchu]

Precious Treasure

TW: None just fluff

unedited (again lol)

Imagine Motonari cooking for you. Both out of love and out of fear. Loving the way you smile when you realise, but always filled with fear that someone may poison you. He wouldn’t let them take you away. You are his and he loves you. Only you.

Although, he may act cocky when told his food is amazing, Motonari is nothing short happy. A simple word holding so much meaning to him, even if everyone else over used it. You made him happy.

Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, nothing failed to make him feel light as a feather in a summer breeze. Light as the touches he grazes against your skin. Moving your hair away from your face and rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb.

Motonari saw how tired you were. You have every right to be. It didn’t matter if you did nothing all day or if you ran around left, right and centre. Having no motivation is exhausting. He knew that. So, what if you’re always tired? He loved you. He wouldn’t dare let anyone speak about you being “lazy” without harming them.

Love and support goes both ways. You knew that. So, you held him. Laying in Motonari’s arms and he lay in yours. He gets tired too. Only making you fall harder seeing his sleepy state.

Warm and comfortable with the blanket covering you both. His arm over your hip as he drifts off to sleep. Kissing your neck gently and moving closer than you both already were.

“G’night, Princess.”

“Night, Love.”

Refusing to move, yet allowing himself to feel at peace. Allowing himself to be relax and let down his guard. Having you play with his hair as you push him into your chest. You are his precious treasure. The best a pirate could possible have.

Don’t tell anyone he’s the little spoon.

~MOD REM

@venulus it’s not long but it’s there. It’s also past 2 o’clock in the morning and this is the best my shared braincell has.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Caught

When you and some of the IkeSen boys get caught being cute ft. Mitsuhide, Ieyasu, Motonari, Kanetsugu

Mitsuhide:

It was early one summer morning when Mitsuhide had woken (Y/ n), though they had no business that day the rest of the Oda forces would be coming over for breakfast and lunch to check out the new garden Mitsuhide had put in as an anniversary gift for his sweet fiancé. They still had a little time before the rest of the group showed up, so Mitsuhide had decided to take his time with brushing her hair, he's done it many mornings especially on days where there was no rush or an absolute rush. He could only quietly chuckle at her sleepy expression in the mirror, eyes softly shut as she tried not to fall asleep as his fingers moved through her hair with the comb he'd run through each section. "You can rest your eyes if you'd like little mouse~ We still have some time before we have to meet the others out in the garden, so I can pick your outfit if you'd like to get a few minutes of sleep." He watched her (E/c) eyes peak open in the mirror, glancing up at him a moment before a sweet smile spread on her cheeks. "No that's fine, you've been doing a lot for me, and I like spending the mornings with you." She smiled and leaned back against him a moment, her head resting on his shoulder as his arms came down to wrap around her waist. "What can I say? You look so adorable when I spoil you little mouse." Mitsuhide pressed a kiss to the side of her head, nuzzling the spot as he closed his own golden orbs to relax with her for a moment in the warm morning air. Neither noticed the various pairs of eyes that watched from a crack in the door that led to the garden, the group had arrived early and had approached the door to give their greetings when the noticed the couple had yet to fully stir. They took the rare opportunity, Hideyoshi especially, as they had always been curious how he treated her behind closed doors. It was no secret that their princess adored the kitsune like male, she would fist fight someone for that man. (Something they got to witness firsthand; the only thing more surprising was how unsurprised Ranmaru was as he cheered for her to whoop their ass.)

Granted Hideyoshi was just a worry wart, he had always wanted to see some sort of physical proof that Mitsuhide's love ran just as deep as (Y/n)'s. So, to witness this quiet moment of peace between the two, seeing the care he took when brushing her hair and peppering kisses across her neck and cheeks. The look on his face was one no one in the Oda forces had ever seen, it was like spotting a white peacock amongst a vibrant forest. The group moved away from the door to give the couple their privacy, waiting til they were sat amongst the picnic set up to discuss what they witnessed. "Told ya he was mad for her Hideyoshi; I've seen this man lose control because her life was in danger. Nothing stirs that beast, the way she does." Masamune chuckled as he sipped on some tea the servants brought out, Nobunaga could only chuckle as he had heard Hideyoshi complain many times about various aspects of the silver fox. "It is comforting, don't get me wrong I know Mitsuhide loves (Y/n) but her devotion is absolute. So, it's nice to see the love she has for him mirrored." Hideyoshi chuckled with a relieved smile, the group watching as a white fox slipped into the garden and made its way up onto the porch. It stopped near the crack in the door, giving some soft chirps before it squeezed its way through. They of course knew Mitsuhide had Chiamaki, she would often lounge about the garden when they'd come by to deliver messages and the like. It was only a few more minutes before the couple came out, (Y/n) carrying Chiamaki carefully in her arms. They like the others were in their regular wear, comfortable and ready to enjoy some food and each other's company. "Good morning, everyone, I hope we didn't keep you waiting." Mitsuhide had stepped off the porch first, careful when helping her down, keeping a hand on her lower back as he led her to an open spot between Ranmaru and Masamune. "We haven't been here long so no worries, so what do you think of the new garden Lady (Y/n)?" Ranmaru smiled to his dear friend, watching her giggle as she sat Chiamaki between herself and Mitsuhide, the latter of which giving the little fox some head scratches. "I love it, I really wasn't expecting to come back from the hot spring vacation to find a whole new garden." Though she was still waking up, her happy energy had everyone laughing. They were surprised at first too, but after today they likely could never be surprised by his love for her again.

Ieyasu:

(Y/n) smiled as she and Ieyasu approached the closed doors of the main hall, a war council had been called while they were in town. Something they had been alerted about upon arriving back to the castle, before going inside the young woman tugged his hand to stop her blonde lover so he hadn't touched the door yet. Of course he stopped, turning to look at her as he quirked an eyebrow silently. With a grin the young woman glanced around before holding up a finger she beckoned him to lean down. It was out of sheer curiosity that the blonde did so, too distracted by his lover's antics to realize they were being watched through a crack in the door. He had leaned down to about her height when soft hands suddenly cupped his cheeks, pulling him further down as her warm lips pressed gently to his forehead. His face bursts a bright cherry red, staring at her with wide astonished eyes before they narrowed affectionately, and a soft smile stretched on his face. He chuckled a bit, pressing his forehead to hers, his lips opening to give her a playful scolding. At least until the doors to their left slammed open, the two were quick to jolt away from each other to try and pretend as if they weren't just flirting in the hallways. But the smirks on Mitsuhide and Masamune's faces told them that they had been caught, with NO room for excuses.

"So lad, when were you gonna tell us you had went and got all grown up on us?" Masamune chuckled, looking between the two startled lovers. Both of which wearing cherry red faces, looking guilty beyond all belief as the other warlords looked on at them with soft knowing grins. "I'm so glad to see you're having a good day Lord Ieyasu, you must have really enjoyed shopping with Lady (Y/n) today." Mitsunari spoke up, his angelic smile as innocent as always. (Y/n) almost wanted to laugh, but Ieyasu's eyeroll showed he was less than amused. "Yeah, I was having a good day there for a while." His eye twitched as Mitsuhide began chuckling, no doubt he wouldn't be letting the younger blonde live this down for a while. "Ieyasu, if you'd like a moment to come to terms with your need to part with (Y/n) for the duration of this war council you could always ask." Nobunaga called from his dais, watching the group with a wide grin. To (Y/n) he looked like a proud father, but to Ieyasu he looked ready to tease the hell out of the blonde at the next banquet. Likely later that night since Keiji came back from one of his most recent missions, hence why the war council was taking place. "Can we not do this right now, let's just get this council over with and hear what loudmouth has to say." Ieyasu glanced between Masamune and Mitsuhide, even if they had gone rather easy on him today, he was still done with it. "Come now, no need to be embarrassed. There's no shame in loving your woman." Mitsuhide spoke up, the other warlords returning to their seats as the couple passed the fox man on their way inside. "I'm starting to think you just want to fight." Ieyasu glared at Mitsuhide as the silver haired man made his way to the spot on Nobunaga's direct left. But before he could respond to his younger, Hideyoshi had spoken up. "Alright, knock it off Mitsuhide. We have some important information to discuss, so save it for the banquet." Hideyoshi couldn't help the way the corners of his mouth twitched up, making the blonde groan in irritation. But that had successfully brought the teasing to an end, after a good laugh the war council had started. But the twitch in Ieyasu's eyebrow had (Y/n) smiling to herself in thought over how easy it was to read him. Already knowing he was preparing for the torrent that would surely come his way at tonight's banquet, she'd have to make sure to enjoy some drinks with the show.

Motonari:

(Y/n) smiled in her spot next to Motonari, they had went to visit the Oda and were lucky enough to be there at the same time as Ieyasu and Masamune. Nobunaga had hosted a banquet so everyone could catch up. (Y/n) had made Motonari's food herself, knowing he wouldn't eat anyone else's coocking. When Masamune first noticed and questoned, the pirate claimed that her cooking was the best and he wouldn't have anything less. Something that had made her heart soar and caused the men in the room to chuckle at his flagrant affections. She had been pouring him drinks through the night, the sake had been sweeter than normal, and it made it easier for her to match him drink for drink without even noticing. Because of that she hadn't a clue as to when her cheeks had flushed, or her mind began to swim. She tilted her head some, smiling as she listened to her lover and Nobunaga discuss trade and foreign countries. Ever since they had begun this alliance the two had actually started to get along more and more with each meeting and drink. It made her happy, knowing the man she loved was getting along so well with her found family. Quietly moving forward, Motonari hadn't noticed her until she had curled her arm around his and pressed a bit closer. He did his best not to blush, glancing at her curiously as she leaned her head on his shoulder. But still he carried his conversation, ignoring the glances he got from the other warlords as they took notice to the affection. When Hideyoshi came to speak with Nobunaga the pirate turned to looked at her once more, his lips quirking up. "Someone's being bold, getting handsy in front of your friends?" He raised an eyebrow, watching her glassy eyes drift over as a sweet and lazy smile spread across her cute puffy face. "I can't help it, you're so smart it's cute." She giggled, a soft slur to her words though it was still easy to make out.

Motonari's face went blank with surprise, sure they had drunk their fill before but in those times her affection had been shyer and sweeter. But it seemed the energy of the party brought out her bolder side, as she didn't seem to care that her friends could see. "I am not cute, you're just drunk." He frowned, though it looked more like a pout, reaching up a gloved hand to playfully pinch her cheek. "Deny it all you want, but you won't fool me.~" She winked at him, her warm hand coming up to grasp his before she placed a kiss to his palm, batting her lashes at him as she gazed up into his eyes. A light pink came to the top of her cheeks, the dreamy look on her face making his chest feel flushed and heavy. "You need to drink something, here." He spoked quickly, murmuring as he reached for a glass and filled it with water. He was gentle in placing the cup in her hands, crimson eyes locked on her form as he made sure she didn't drop the glass. Despite his flustered state, he didn't try to move away from her. In fact, after she sat her cup down his arm had curled around her waist and pulled her further into his side. "You're not gonna be able to tell how cold you are when you're drunk like this, so stay close that way I can keep you warm." He looked off the side, swallowing down his glass of sake as he glared at Mitsuhide who watched the two with a teasing smirk. As if to spite him and prove he wasn't flustered he pulled her in his lap, staring Mitsuhide in the eye with a challenging smirk as she giggled at his sudden affection and leaned her head back on his shoulder. "See, told you. Cute." Motonari looked over at her, raising an eyebrow as he nipped at her ear. A giggling yelp escaped her as she leaned forward, her hands coming up to cover her ears as he held her tight around the waist. "I don't wanna hear it from you brat, now pick something to eat. With all the drinking you've been doing we need to get some more food in your stomach." He smirked at her, enjoying his playful revenge. He knew they were being watched, but at this point he couldn't bring himself to give a damn. If anything, he was establishing dominance, proving she was his and he'd be damned if anyone thought that would change.

Kanetsugu:

Today was delivery day for (Y/n) and so she had been out in town, running about the area to drop off her commissions. Some of the orders had consisted of multiple kimonos, because of this one of her seamstress friends had decided to help her. Meanwhile Kanetsugu had a half day when it came to work, he was meant to be in a nearby town doing a quick check of its status, but it had gone so smoothly that he had gotten back before noon. Deciding to take advantage of the good weather he had gone out into the castle garden to read a book, resting against a cherry blossom tree that sat beside a small koi pond. He didn't know where all his lover would have to go, since he had left before she officially got up for the day. So, he decided to wait for her return, already knowing she'd be tuckered out as she was with every delivery day. It was about an hour after lunch that (Y/n) returned to the castle, she had been on her way back to their shared room when she spotted her silver haired lover in the garden. With a tired smile she made her approach, something he noticed immediately as he seemed to look before her feet had even touched the ground. "That's the poetry book you got in town the other day, isn't it? How is it?" She approached him, watching him with a soft smile as he observed her. "Pretty good, it's mostly new poets so it's been rather interesting." Kanetsugu watched her approach, pulling her into his lap once she was close enough and chuckling to himself at the surprise yelp that escaped her. Though she quickly melted into him, folding her legs against his as she leaned into his chest. "Your feet must be hurting, I heard from Sasuke you had so many orders you needed help carrying them." He spoke softly, gentle hands removing her sandals and resting them nearby as he lightly massaged her feet as best he could to relieve some of the tension, the pleased hum that left her reassuring him he was helping. "Yeah, this month was busy. I had a lot of requests for a wardrobe worth of kimono, but now that I've finished that batch of requests, I can take a break. Technically an order from Kenshin, but I was gonna take one anyways. The weather has been so nice I've been wanting to nap around a bit." She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of his embrace as he readjusted them, so he was leaning further back against the tree. "Yeah? Then go ahead and take a nap. I'll wake you when it's dinner time." He rubbed soothing circles on her back, watching her sew for hours sometimes made his own back ache. He knew how much she valued her work.

"Alright, that sounds nice….*Yawn* After dinner we should have a drink and star gaze, the sky has looked so pretty these last few nights." She snuggled closer to him, her kimono almost like a blanket as he kept her held close to him. His book resting beside her shoes, long forgotten in the warm air of the quiet day. It was only a few hours later that Sasuke came looking for them, stopping short when he noticed the two sleeping against the tree. The ninja watched his friends sleeping soundly, considering turning around and leaving. But before he could Kanetsugu had begun to stir, amethyst eyes glancing around blearily. Only to stop on Sasuke and widen, his pale cheeks flushing pink when he realized they had been caught in the garden. Sasuke's hands came up, a quick motion to signal peace. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." He spoke quickly, not wanting to irritate the so called "man of the house" any further than he already had. Kanetsugu gently cradled the back of his lover's head, slowly sitting up to not disturb her sleep. "What did you need Sasuke?" He spoke flatly, trying to force down his embarrassment while looking around to figure out the time. "It's almost time for dinner, everyone is already gathered. Lord Kenshin sent me to get you, since you weren't there first like you usually are." He looked off to the side, not wanting to further embarrass the male by staring at just how carefully he was holding Sasuke's sleeping friend. Honestly Sasuke was happy for both of them, there was never any doubt that Kanetsugu would take care of his dear friend. But moments like this had him cheering them on louder, he'd fight someone for trying to break up his OTP if he had to. Something he and Hime would joke up when it was just them talking in the corner of a banquet, they'd often share drinks as Hime fawned over Kanetsugu and the things he had done recently to make her smile. Of course if the wisteria scented male knew of these conversations, he'd probably never trust them alone again. "Alright, let Lord Kenshin know we're on our way." Kanetsugu sighed out, waving the other male off so he could rouse his lover for her well earned meal.

[haloshornsinkstains]

Indulge Me A Little?

Mouri Motonari x F!reader

Something of a sequel to "And What if I Bite Back?” though you don’t need to read that to understand this, they’re both just excuses for me to write smut about a sexy pirate lord.

Motonari is a bit out of character, it’s hard to write smut for someone who hates touch, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

CW: NSFW (PWP), female reader, mentions of kidnapping, writer getting carried away with pirate talk

“I can’t tell if yer brave or just real stupid Princess.” The chatelaine just shrugs and smiles, biting back a giggle at the mixture of expressions that flickered across his face. It only serves to deepen Motonari’s scowl, people he glares at do not smile in response. They cower in fear and run for their lives. But the Oda princess is a different breed altogether, just as sweet and wicked as she had been the first time he ran into her. “I thought you had some fabrics to show me.” She chuckles, nodding her head towards the cloth behind him. “If ya believe that was my meaning then yer more of a fool than I thought.” The princess merely shakes her head. “Oh no, I know exactly what you meant. But I also know you’ve brought some truly stunning fabrics into Azuchi with you before, indulge me a little?” Her smile is a little softer this time, eyes flickering between his face and the fabrics behind him, though she doesn’t make a move to get any closer until he sighs and nods. “Merda. Go ahead m’lady, but there’s plenty of better things we could be doing.” He grumbled, staring down at her as the Oda princess bent to look at the fabrics. She hummed. “Oh, don’t worry, we have all day to do better things.” “Then perhaps I might have some fabric on m’ship you’d like to see.” At that her head whipped up, narrowing her eyes at his sly grin, one hand reaching towards her obi. Motonari merely scoffed. “Stop it with that that face m’lady. If I wanted to kidnap ya I’d have had you tied up and shoved in the hold a long time ago.” Her eyebrows pulled together at his words, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “Wow, you really know how to inspire trust.” “Don’t need trust to bed you m’lady.” He chuckles. “Ya didn’t trust me last time now did you?” She hums thoughtfully, “I trusted you enough.” “Then yer head must be full of flowers. You remember I’m the Oda’s enemy right m’lady?” “You’d be surprised how many enemies of the Oda I talk to,” she laughed “and it’s not like I have enough brainpower to tell you any secret tactics when we’re together, nor are you particularly threatening the Oda at present. Unless your idea of a threat is outselling the local fabric traders. I don’t see the problem, unless you really do plan on kidnapping me.” “Not when yer guard dogs are expecting you back Princess. More trouble than it’s worth to have that silver kitsune chasing after me.” Motonari scoffed, motioning with his head towards the street. “Now, d’ya want to see these fabrics?” The chatelaine laughed, nodding her head and gesturing towards him. “Lead the way, Captain.” If she saw the subtle shiver that ran through him at that name, she was kind enough not to mention it as Motonari lead her towards the ship he called his own.

The Oda Princess’ arrival on the ship sparked a ripple of excitement among Motonari’s crew, several of the men on deck turning dark smiles towards her. The Princess shifted slightly, letting Motonari’s body sheild most of hers from their hungry eyes. “You finally captured the Devil’s woman Lord Motonari!” “Aye Captain! Want us to tie her up and throw her in the brig for ya?” Motonari bristled, throwing a glare in their direction that would send lesser men running for the hills. “Any part o’you touches her an’ I’ll be removing it from yer body, savvy? The Princess is my guest.” Ripples of dissent ran through the assembled crew, but one sharp look from their Captain was enough to quiet them before his blood red gaze turned back to the woman beside him. “This way m’lady.” “I didn’t know you could cook.” She grinned, pointing at the small kitchen built into the Captain’s quarters. “Any other skills you’d been hiding from me?” Motonari grumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘I ain’t hidin’’ and gestured towards some fabrics in the corner. “Planned t’get something made with ‘em anyway.” The chatelaine grinned, rushing over to inspect the fine western cloth, her eyes alight with happiness. “Oh, these are beautiful! What were you planning to do with them?” “I dunno yet.” Motonari shrugged. “I thought you were some kind of seamstress?” “Would you like me to make you something?” Her eyes, when she turned back to look at him, were so wide and full of hopeful joy Motonari nearly burst into laughter. Instead he managed a stiff nod, and got a bright smile in return. “I’ll make something wonderful.” “Yeah, yeah. You plannin’ to waste all your time looking at pretty fabric?” She hums, staring at the fabric for a few more seconds before her gaze flits back to him, soft smile sharpening into something more wicked. Enchantress might not be too far from the truth, if the way her eyes drew him in was any indication. But she didn’t move towards him, instead fixing him with those sparkling eyes and waiting for him to make the first move. “Ya gonna make me wait all day?” He growled. “You could have just asked. Or made me.” She huffed, pushing back to her feet and taking a few steps towards him. “I aint in the habit of forcing women into anythin’.” She laughs and shakes her head, eyes fixed on the blood red of his. “Oh, you wouldn’t be forcing me into anything. I wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t more than happy to do, you should know that much at least.” What little patience Motonari had left finally snapped. “Will you stop yappin’ and use that pretty mouth of yours for something better already!” With a smile she finally closes the gap between them, leaning forward so her breath brushes over his lips. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He didn’t answer, instead grabbing the collar of her kimono and pulling her lips into his. He could feel the way her lips quirked up against his kiss for a few brief seconds before those lips parted to let his tongue brush over hers. His hands left her collar, reaching down to pull her against him, her hips grinding into his as they kissed, his hand gripping the flesh of her ass. She whimpered, fisting one hand in the fabric of his cape as if it were the only thing keeping her standing.

“Where’s that smart tongue o’yours m’lady?” He chuckled, pulling back. “One kiss and all yer fancy words desert ya?” It took a few moments for her eyes to come back into focus, but once they did he saw her brows furrow, the smallest of pouts pulling at her lips. “Well, if you weren’t so skilled with your tongue maybe I’d stand a better chance.” She huffed, before her gaze sharpened, lips pulling into a sly smirk. “But if you really want to see a clever tongue, I’d be more than happy to show you.” "Oh?" His smirk was just the right side of predatory, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. "Well I ain't gonna stop you m'lady." With one last soft press of her lips to his she sunk down to her knees, slowly undoing his trousers. Each motion followed by a pause, time for him to stop her, but his patience was wearing thin and it took little more than a quiet growl to encourage her to hurry up. In the time it has taken her to undo the first two buttons on his trousers, she had them pushed down around his thighs, her hand gently wrapped around his length. Pausing she looked up at him, and despite the position, and all the filthy things he knew she was capable of, from this position she looked all doe-eyed and innocent. It made him want to ruin her. "That all ya got princess?" She didn't rise to his taunting, only smiling for a brief moment before she dipped her head to wrap her lips around him. Her eyes flicked up momentarily, just long enough to catch the brief flicker in his cocky smirk, before she started to bob her head. She revelled in the sharp hiss of breath between his teeth every time he pressed against the back of her throat. The strangled noise he made when she swallowed around him. His hand found its way into her hair, fisting in the strands as he followed the back and forth movement of her head. Just as she was starting to feel him twitching against her tongue his grip tightened, tugging her off him with a lewd pop. “Porra, can’t have the party finishing too early.” He muttered, nodding his head towards the bed. “Unless ya want me to take you on the floor m’lady, I’d get moving.”

The Princess hummed thoughtfully, as if she were truly considering letting him have his way with her there on the floor of his cabin, before slowly rising to her feet and making her way towards the bed. She slipped her kimono off as she walked, exposing the smooth planes of her shoulders and back, finally letting it fall into a pool at her feet beside the bed. She turned back to look at him, settling herself on the side of the bed so she could watch as he undressed. “You’re staring Princess.” “It’s a very nice view.” She hummed, not taking her eyes of him despite the warmth of her cheeks. He snorted and shook his head. “There are much better things we can be doing.” “Hard to do with you all the way over-”  Motonari crossed the room before she could finish, pressing her down into the sheets with the weight of his body. One large hand grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her back arched ever so slightly into his touch, hips pressing against his. “I aint going to be gentle with ya m’lady.” He warned, face hovering just above hers. “Not after that little show.” She tilted her head up, leaving the barest brush of her lips against his. “Perhaps I don’t want you to be.” He didn’t speak, instead focusing on pressing himself inside her. Holding still when he felt her tighten around him, his name a soft moan on her lips. He stayed like that for a while, hovering over her and willing his body to calm down, at least until she started to squirm beneath him, rocking her hips up against his in a desperate attempt to chase some friction. With a dry chuckle he started to move, reslishing the way her expression twisted, mouth falling open on a gasp as her hands flexed in his grasp. Straining against him in an unconscious effort to reach out and touch. He could feel the flex of her thighs against his sides, the way her walls pulled him deeper with every stroke.  "Ah, so ya do like it when I'm rough with you m'lady." Motonari smirked, pulling back a little to study her face. The Princess nodded vigorously, eyes so blown and glazed over it was a wonder she even understood him. "Yes. Yes, please! I… I'm so clo- so close. Please don't stop." The words were breathy, slightly slurred with pleasure, but the way she desperately tried to rock her hips against his told him all he needed to know. His hips snapped forwards, free arm pushing one of her legs to the side to let him push deeper. He felt her tensing more under him with each thrust, her breath coming in sharp pants between each moan and scrambled cries of his name. When she finally reached her peak he nearly stopped his movements altogether, sharp eyes drinking in everything about her expression in that moment, memorizing the feel of her walls contracting around him, how her chest looked with her body arched against the sheets, the trembling of her legs around him. He barely managed to pull out in time to spill across her stomach, eyes still fixed on the blissful look on her face when he did.

Some time later, when both of their breathing was even and the princess had cleaned and dressed once more, Motonari shoved the pile of fine fabric into her arms.  “Here y’are m’lady, I’ll expect something good.” He grumbled, trying not to focus on the way her eyes lit up at the fine work all over again.  “Thank you! I promise I’ll make something amazing! Hmm… what’s this?” She adjusted the fabric, gently lifting a small cloth pouch from the top of the pile and holding it up to inspect. “Nothing really, now come on m’lady. I’ll take you back to town before those guard dogs of yers come yappin’ at my heels.” He pushed open the door to his cabin, gesturing for her to start moving. With a sigh the princess re-adjusted the bundle of cloth and made her way out, ignoring the calls of the crew as she made her way back out on deck. One sharp glare from the captain silenced them, the softly murmured thanks from the woman beside him going ignored. He escorted her all the way back into the markets, neither spoke much, but the silence was comfortable. Once they reached the markets she turned and offered him a bow, the formality of the gesture made him snort given she’d been in his bed less than an hour before. Turning his back to her, he threw a casual wave over his shoulder, turning his head slightly to call back to her. “I’ll be back for whatever you make me in a few weeks. I’m expecting something good m’lady.”

[cuttlefishwritesotome]

Hiya darling! I remember days of begging for requests because my brain would not cooperate, so here you go. Big hugs and wishes of sprinkles of inspiration to you. 😘

How about Motonari in an AU scenario where his MC is a mer-person (mermaid/merman) and he sees them transform from legs to fins for the first time?

If you dont like Motonari, feel free to choose any suitor you like. I think any of their reactions would be hilarious.

((Is that dumb? Maybe, but it sounds neat. Lol.😆))

Oh I love Motonari, He and I would get on like a house on fire, and I don’t think you know how much I love the pirate x merfolk trope. Also I wrote this in a day and have done no editing❤

Motonari and his mermaid s/o scenario

Warnings: GN!Reader, Water/Ocean, strong language 

“Uh babe? I love ya and all but I gotta say you’ve been acting...off for awhile now.” Motonari Mouri, infamous pirate and the scourge of the seas, is completely and utterly useless when it comes to something as domestic as asking his lover about feelings.

“Was the but needed? You know what, nevermind it’s not a big deal.” Actually it probably would be a big deal, but that’s a problem for future y/n to deal with. See they had something much more important on their mind. How in hell, or more appropriately, how in the 7 seas are they suppose to tell their boyfriend that they’re part fish?

Fuck it. If they thought things through properly they wouldn’t have fallen in love with the goddamn pirate.

“Sweetheart?” 

Splash!

One thing that Motonari and y/n had in common, when they made a decision no one could change their minds.Y/n had jumped overboard.

“Holy fuck! Y/N! What the Hell!!” Cue Motonari rushing the the side of his ship only a few seconds away from jumping in after them before out from the waves a familiar face pops out. “Y/n! What-”

Holy fuck, shit, shit, shit, oh my God! What the good godly goddamn was that!

Something scaly was behind them, some sort of fish tail. But it wasn’t like any tail Motonari had ever seen before. A sea monster, that was his first thought, would he fist fight a sea monster for you? Yes, but he would also fist fight a sea monster for the sheer thrill of it. 

Hold it.

“Motonari! bring a boat down! I have something to say!”

A few minutes later Motonari, who has thought he’d seen everything the sea had to offer, was staring face to beautiful face with the person of his dreams, who also happened to be a merfolk! 

“Motonari?” Y/n pulled themselves up, hanging off the side of the dingy. “You haven’t said anything since you got down here?” Now concerned that they may have broken their boyfriend, or worse scared him off, y/n sunk down so only their eyes shown over the wood.

“Y/n” Oh this must be bad, Motonari hardly ever called them by their name. “This is why you’ve been acting off?” After a tiny nod from his lover Motonari’s dumbfounded look grew into a wholesome grin. “Babe this is the coolest shit ever.”

[lordsister]

Method of Teasing (Motonari Mouri x MC)

A/N: So this is going to have chapters for Mitsuhide, Kenshin, and Mitsunari too because wow, people like this a lot more than I thought they would. Which is amazing and makes me so happy!^^

Previous chapters--> Nobunaga, Ieyasu

Thank you @thetwinkims for beta reading! And hope you enjoy it @odissey061!

I do not own Ikemen Sengoku or any of its characters. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic.

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He knew he was teasing her, the handsome bastard. He thought he could get her flustered with those tight pants and his fine ass and those smirks he sent over his shoulder at her when he caught her staring?

Well, he was damn right!

This wasn’t fair at all. Unlike most men of the Sengoku period who wore a kimono or hakama pants or other loose-fitting trousers, Motonari stood out in his form-fitting apparel, the material clinging to his muscled legs and leaving little to the imagination when it came to outlining his sculpted rear. Because that’s the only word she could use to describe it - sculpted. 

While she was more than appreciative of her lover’s physique, MC didn’t know how much more of his teasing her heart could stand. How was it that she had fallen in love with the only man in the Sengoku period who wore pants like those? Or maybe that was one of the big things that had first attracted her? She didn’t know anymore.

“Liking the view, sweetheart?” a familiar, sultry voice asked from above. Blinking, she shook her head only to realize that she had zoned out while staring at the very object of her thoughts as Motonari climbed one of the many rope ladders used to adjust the sails. “Aw, don’t be shy. It’s all yours.” 

The sensation of her cheeks lighting up was becoming uncomfortably familiar. “Motonari! Don’t say stuff like that out in the open!” As if her blush wasn’t bad enough, her voice came out as more whining than scolding, only adding to her embarrassment. Groaning, she turned around on her heel and covered her flaming face with both hands.

A heartbeat later, there was a thud on the planks next to her as her lover let go of the rope and dropped to his feet beside her. She was sure he looked amazing doing it, damn him. MC had no choice but to look at him as he settled one hand on her hip while the other grabbed her wrist, tugging her hands away from her face.“And why not, love? It’s not like it isn’t true. And everyone around here certainly knows it.”

God, the look he was giving her was the visual definition of ‘rogue,’ red eyes narrowed teasingly and lips curved up in a delicious smirk. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to smack that look off his face or kiss him breathless.

“B-Because it’s embarrassing…” she trailed off, attempting to avert her gaze only to have a finger under her chin draw it back. 

“How can I help myself when you look so cute with your cheeks all red like that?” Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in a chaste kiss that somehow managed to leave her breathless in typical Motonari fashion. “You look even cuter all kissed like that.”

‘Screw it.’ Grabbing his lapels, MC pulled him into a longer, more passionate kiss, allowing his strong arms to tug her flush against him. “What am I going to do with you?” she panted against his lips when they parted long moments later, frowning at him. 

“I don’t know.” Hands grasped sensuously at her sides and his nose brushed hers, red eyes glancing at her kiss-reddened lips. “Love me forever? Kiss me again? Take me down to our cabin and have your way with me?” 

“All of the above.”

His smirk widened. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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‘Damn him!’ she thought, even as she stroked her fingers through his snowy locks and gazed down at him with undeniable love in her gaze. The soft smile on his face as he slumbered away with his head on her chest and his arms wrapped around her made her heart melt, it was so sweet and affectionate, so different from the pirate’s usual hardness. 

The reason behind MC’s internal cursing was the fact that she had been rendered weak under his teasing again. As much as she enjoyed the fruits of his teasing, she felt that he was more than due to receive some teasing in return. How though? More than half the time she ended up a blushing mess, helpless under his charms as he wooed her relentlessly. If she was going to tease him and win at it, she had to do something he wouldn’t expect, something that would render him just as flustered as she was when he caught her staring earlier-

Wait. 

Her hand came to a halt in his hair, her eyes flying open to focus on the ceiling planks above her. Would that work? As far as she knew, he wouldn’t expect it, not from her. Maybe it would be enough to leave him flustered too? On second thought, it was Motonari she was talking about. She had only seen him flustered a few rare instances and having his ass smacked probably wasn’t going to add to that short list.

Even so...it was worth a try. And even if he wasn’t surprised, she would probably enjoy his reaction anyway. 

Pressing her smile into her lover’s hair, she tried not to giggle too loudly as she cuddled him. She loved Motonari so much, loved seeing the new expressions and sides of him that appeared with each new experience they shared, and she couldn’t wait to see how he reacted when she gave him a taste of his own medicine.

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For the next few days after MC thought of the idea to tease him, she did her best not to give any of what she was planning away, easier said than done considering how observant he was, particularly when it came to her. She tried to keep her eyes from lingering on him, focusing on whatever was on hand instead, but she could tell her lack of attention was starting to annoy him. 

“Whatcha thinking, princess?” Motonari asked from his place at the wheel as she sat against the rail a few paces away, mending clothes and supply bags. 

Looking up, she smiled at him, trying to keep her expression from giving too much away as he peered at her from the corners of his eyes. “Not much. Why do you ask?”

His gaze slid back to the horizon, adjusting the course of the ship as the wind changed imperceptibly. “You’ve been quiet lately. Distant.” He turned back to her again, searching red eyes watching her as he kept one hand on the wheel. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” Unless you counted lying in wait to spring a naughty prank as “something wrong.” 

The Motonari she knew now really was so different from the rough, near-mad sea dog she first encountered. Before, he wouldn’t have cared a bit about such a subtle change in her behavior, would have brushed it off as long as she was still breathing and useful. She counted herself lucky to have gained his affection and learned of this new side to him. 

Gesturing to a crew member to take his place, Motonari strode over and crouched before her, taking her chin in his hand. “You know to tell me if something is wrong though.” It was more statement than question, a repetition of something he had made clear early on in their relationship.

“I know and I will.” Banishing thoughts of her prank for now, MC reached up to lace her fingers through his calloused ones. “Don’t worry, Motonari. I’m perfectly okay.” Maybe she was trying too hard not to be obvious, but truthfully she was really excited to try out what she had in mind. She hadn’t meant to worry Motonari though, and she leaned into his touch, trying to convey that she was alright and how grateful she was for his care.

“If you say so, I’ll trust you.” The hand she held suddenly tugged her to her feet, the fabric and sewing box in her lap falling to the deck as he led her down the wooden steps and towards the lower decks.

“Motonari? Where are we going?” 

“To find some food. I’m hungry and I know you are too.”

She could tell he was still trying to fix whatever was or wasn’t wrong the best way he knew how - by taking care of her basic needs - and it warmed her heart to know he was that invested in her mental and physical wellbeing. It made part of her want to tease him even more than before, to show him she could stand toe to toe with him on this too.

Leaning closer to him and returning his smile, she could barely wait to see how he reacted to what she had in store for him.

The big question, she realized, was whether she should pull her stunt in front of his crew or when they were alone together. He had always been openly affectionate with her in front of his men, but he hated appearing weak or vulnerable in front of them too. She probably spent too much time deliberating over it, but eventually she decided to do it out in the open. He was always teasing her in plain sight. It was only fair she do the same.

A few more days of waiting and there he was again, looking as magnificent as always in the sunlight as he went about ordering his crew around. It was distracting as usual, but now it made MC more nervous than before, making her fidget in place as she tried to figure out what to do with her hands. How should she hold them when she was planning on using them to smack her boyfriend’s ass?

“Oi! Are you listening to me, princess?” 

Blinking, she found her vision filled with Motonari’s frowning face a few mere inches from her own, his hands on his hips as he bent down a little to meet her gaze. “Ah, sorry. I guess I got distracted there.”

“Hmm?” Straightening, he smirked that smirk that told her teasing was about to come. “Admiring me again?”

Instead of denying it this time, she smiled secretively and said, “...Maybe.”

A fine white eyebrow lifted in delight and he tilted his head to the side. “Oh? Admitting it now?”

Meeting the playfulness in his eyes in turn, she answered, “Well, you did say it was mine after all, didn’t you?”

A few wolf whistles and low exclamations of amusement came from the crew members within ear shot, a couple of them shooting wide grins and winks her way as their captain spun on his heel to face them, turning his back to her.

“Hey! Back to work, all of you-ah!” Her hand bounced off the firm muscle of his butt and his head snapped around as the smack resounded in the air, instantly making the deck grow quiet as crew members’ jaws dropped.

The vulnerable look of surprise on his face was something she had seen only a handful of times before, an expression he made when he was well and truly caught off guard. It made her feel more triumphant than she thought it would. A smile very much like his own stretched her lips as he stared down at her, baffled. Another second later, the deck erupted into hearty guffaws and whistles, other crew members emerging from parts of the ship to see what the commotion was about. 

Motonari ignored it all, a wild light in his eyes as he licked his lips and advanced on her. She had honestly never seen him so riled up before. “My princess is feeling playful, huh?” Wrapping an arm around her as his other hand dove into the hair at the back of her head, he tilted her head up to his, his breath fanning against her face as he husked, “I like that,” before his lips attacked hers and all chaos broke loose.

Needless to say, she was much more liberal with her teasing after that.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Can I request some Motonari stuff to survive ti the quarantine (if headcanon or fanfiction and if smut/fluff/angst, I leave you the choice)

A/N: Modern day AU, hope you like it, I made a smol fluffy drabble!!

Warning: fluff

“Sweetheart that isn’t comfortable!” he shuffled in your lap. 

“I’m sorry but just keep still!” your fingers ran through his soft hair as you attempted to braid it. 

“This is stupid,” he grumbled, shifting his weight against the couch as he sat semi comfortably on the floor between your legs.

“You never know unless you try, plus it’s not like we have much to do around here anyway.” you squished his cheeks and he made the cutest pout. When you returned to your task, he attempted to reach for the bowl of popcorn across the couch without moving his head. 

“OW!” he made you jump out of your skin as he reached for the bowl, hurting himself as his hair was pulled in the process. Motonari cackled, smiling as he stared at you, “cutie,” he murmured, pinching your cheek. 

Caressing both his cheeks, you dipped down to kiss him on the forehead before flicking it. 

“Do ya have any things ya want to do? I’m going to kill something.” he sighed as you tied yet another small scrunchie around the end of the braid you just completed. 

“Mmmmh, I was thinking we should learn how to cook -- because take away every single meal is unhealthy. I have a few movies and series that we might like-”

“Horror, gory ones?” his eyes twinkled as he watched you.

“... I also thought we could try personalising a few of our plane clothes.” 

“Mmmmh hmmmm,” he didn’t seem bothered, standing up and enveloping you in his arms as he layed on the couch, holding onto you like you were a teddy bear. 

“Babyyyy I didn’t finish your hair.” 

“To hell with it!” he nuzzled your neck, kissing your jaw.

“You were never on board with the plans were you?” (on board hehe see what i did there ok i’ll stop) 

“Heh,” he snickered, you didn’t have to see him to know he had the biggest smug grin on his face. 

“At least let me do something about the last bit.” reaching to the small table, you picked up the last scrunchie, biting on it as you pulled away from him to turn around and straddle his lap.

“Please take ya time.” his hands rand up and down your legs, clearly loving the position. Taking the rest of his longer hair in one hand, you made sure it was straight and untangled before placing the rubber around it into a pony tail.

You had to stifle a laugh, seeing the whole of the hair style you gave him. The braids were neat and well done, the other half was a slightly messy ponytail, not even hanging over his brow, it was standing up, like a palm tree, a leek or even a bean stalk. 

It was incredibly cute how oblivious he was at how dreadfully different it was from what you pictured. The way he trusted you with it made your heart melt.

“Braided, ponytail hairstyle success and failure, but it wasn’t my fault.” 

“Whose fault was it hm?” he teased as you crawled backwards to cuddle his broad chest and rest against his collarbone.

“Yours,” you frowned, chuckling, he kissed your furrowed eyebrows, watching you before you pecked his chin.

“What do you want to watch?” 

“Spirited Away,” 

“I’ve taught you well!” you chuckled.

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