#otome hideyoshi

[writingwhimsey]

Hello! Can I just say I adore your writing? I’m too nervous to come off anon but I would love to request if that’s alright. #9 with Hideyoshi, some more suggestive fluff? He’s definitely gotta have freckles, and I want to kiss every single one and love all over this man 🥰 my apologies if I’m misunderstanding how to make requests, though! Ignore this if I’m doing it wrong <3 thank you if you consider this though!

Sorry it has taken me so long to get to this (and to get back to my smut is in the air requests). But here we are with some sweet and fluffy Hideyoshi! I hope you and everyone else enjoys!

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikesen Hideyoshi

Prompt(s): "I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips."

Sweet and fluffy, slightly suggestive

Early Morning Kisses

The first rays of dawn’s light had barely started peaking through when I began to stir from my slumber. I rolled over, seeking the warmth of my own personal sun, only to find the other side of the futon empty. I mumbled incoherently in my sleepy state as I heard the sound of fabric rustling close by.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry, go back to sleep.” The words were murmured from close by and I felt something warm brush against my forehead.

“Hmm, do you…have to get started so early?” I asked, cracking my eyes open, searching for the man I loved.

My bleary searching eyes were soon met with that familiar warm smile. “We have a new ally visiting. I have to make sure things are ready.” Hideyoshi replied, reaching his hand out to gently stroke my hair.

“But…he’s not coming for another few days right?” I asked. “You work too hard Hideyoshi.”

“Says the woman who was up all night working on her sewing.” Hideyoshi countered.

“Says the man who had worked all day and late into the night before coming home and putting me to bed.” I countered.

“I suppose you have a point.” Hideyoshi replied. “But still there are a lot of preparations to make. And I can’t leave it all up to everyone else.”

My vision soon came into focus in the low morning light. That was when I realized I had caught Hideyoshi mid-dress. He only had his lower half dressed. The early sun and shadow danced over his sculpted upper half. My heart picked up its pace a bit, just taking in how handsome he was. Every part of him was so perfect…and the freckles that dotted his shoulders were especially adorable.

“Your cheeks are flushing. You’re not getting a fever are you?” Hideyoshi asked, his hand coming to my forehead.

My face only reddened further. “No…” I was then pushing myself up into a sitting position beside him.

“I thought I told you to go back to sleep.” Hideyoshi said, his smile turning into hi scold face. “Especially if you’re getting sick…”

I leaned in and placed a light peck on Hideyoshi’s lips. “And miss seeing you?” I replied. “I’m not sick. No fever.”

“Then why…”

“Because my handsome and sexy lover is right here beside me, only half dressed.” I answered, giving him a coy smile.

Hideyoshi’s cheeks reddened ever so slightly. “Oh…”

My eyes drank in his form. “Don’t you have a little time to spare for me?” I asked with a slight pout.

“Not as much as I would need to spoil you properly.” Hideyoshi replied.

“Hmm, that’s okay…because I want to spoil you for a bit.” I told him. I followed my instincts and leaned in, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” I kissed along his shoulder, following the trail of freckles up to his neck before going across his chest.

As I kissed across his chest, I could feel Hideyoshi’s heartbeat picking up its pace. Hear his breath catch in his throat. “You really have no idea what you do to me.” He murmured.

I smiled as I looked up at him, mischief dancing in my eyes. “I might have a few ideas.”

Hideyoshi reached for me, pulling me into his lap before opening the collar of my kimono. “If we’re counting freckles, I want to count yours.” He said before kissing along my shoulder.

I gasped. “Hmm…no fair turning my trick against me.” I replied, pouting up at him, though I could never be disappointed in having Hideyoshi loving and spoiling me.

Hideyoshi smiled at me. “You are the one who started it.” He reminded me. “Besides, I can’t let you spoil me without returning the favor.”

“But I barely got to spoil you at all…I didn’t even make it to the other shoulder.” I replied, turning to kiss his other shoulder.

Hideyoshi let out a groan as soon as my lips touched his skin. The next thing I knew he had me on my back and he was over me. “I guess I can start my day a little later today.”

I smiled up at him. “Good. I don’t think anyone else will be awake right now anyways.”

“You have a point.” He agreed.

I was smiling up at Hideyoshi as I pulled him close. “Now, let’s continue counting each other’s freckles.”

Our early morning soon devolved into giggles, breathless and loving kisses, a sweet passion building between us and leading to a great, but late start to the day.

Taglist: @limonzu @oda-princess @zulablaise @kisara-16

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

I saw this meme going around and just HAD TO

Ikevamp version

Ikesen version

[ikeromantic]

Ikesen Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 1

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

Nobunaga

“What’s this, fireball?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hideyoshi

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

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

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

“What is this?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masamune

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Worth the trip then?”

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

[ieyasuwu]

Bestie and I are doing mitsuhide’s route (her choice) since I decided to come back to the game.

It’s been a while and I barley remember much but why does Hideyoshi keep flirting with my man?

Girl- hello? Am I the third wheel?

[lunillum]

[writtenbyrinnie]

what a man! goes to war, gets injured XD peak hideyoshi behaviour (๑╹ω╹๑ ) as an eroguro enjoyer i had to use this oppurtunity to draw him bloody somehow :3333 lolololol

[mynameiskan]

How Hideyoshi calms himself down every time Mitsuhide does something sketchy.

The original idea is here.

[rs-camroll]

||ikemen sengoku||

B'day event screenshots..

"why am I so attached to this ridiculous man?" She says whilst blushing profusely 😼

#•°•°•

[utsukurou]

Insert life changing caption

[annicaax]

sasuke and kenshin comedy from hideyoshi sequel😆

sasuke and mc face the same ailment of causing pain/burning their loved ones andnfriends on the basis of the depth of their relationship. it was nice to see sasuke at the end of blissful route. as always the man is gold ✨ 💛

In the end mc thinks , maybe kenshin came on too strong. sasuke had to run away to azuchi...

[chevlvrs]

Nobunaga being the other woman is so.. 😭

[nuitopia]

i love these two so much

[writingwhimsey]

Hey! I just loved your earlier hc of Hideyoshi and Yukimura 🩵🩵. They are my favorite ikesen suitors.💓✨. Can I request another where we can see Hideyoshi and Yukimura as dad and taking care of their newborns ✌🏻✨

Thank you for the ask! This was fun to write! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff Headcanon: Suiter taking care of their newborn baby

Suitors: Hideyoshi Ikesen & Yukimura

Warnings: Uh...mentions of poopy diapers? But mostly just fluff.

Hideyoshi

It’s the middle of the night and you’re being woken up once again. It’s time for another feeding. “I’ve got the baby. You go back to sleep.” Hideyoshi tells you, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “You’ve already done enough.”

You smile, grateful for how attentive Hideyoshi is and how much he wants to be involved. “Thank you.” You then lay back as Hideyoshi gets up to tend to your newborn. Even though Hideyoshi had told you to go back to sleep, you couldn’t help but to watch him.

Hideyoshi scoops your newborn up into his arms, cradling them to his chest. “Shh, shh, it’s alright, Papa has you.” He speaks soothingly to the baby.

You watch as he delicately feeds and changes the baby, taking care to be so gentle with each action. He doesn’t complain as he changes what appears to be a particularly nasty poopy diaper. Once he has your infant fed and changed, he’s cradling them in his arms and sitting down, gently rocking the baby.

He hums as he rocks the baby, a gentle smile on his face, a loving and warm look in his eyes. You can’t help but to have a similar smile on your own face as you watch him with your newborn. You slowly drift off to sleep while thinking about what a wonderful father Hideyoshi is.

Yukimura

It had been weeks since you had given birth. And it had been just as long since you’d gone into town with friends. Yukimura had volunteered to stay home with the baby while you went out with your friends for a few hours. You’re hesitant, but he insists he can handle the baby.

“I’ve got this. I’m a parent, too.” He assures you.

“Alright.” You agree and leave, giving Yukimura a kiss on the cheek and pecking your baby on the forehead as they rest in his arms.

“Alright, a day with, Papa.” Yukimura says, looking down at the sleeping infant. Within minutes, the baby begins to cry. Yukimura starts rocking the baby in his arms. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” He tries to soothe the baby. It takes a bit of effort, but Yukimura manages to soothe the baby.

While you are away, Yukimura tends to your child. The baby gets fussy at times and sometimes…. He gets a little overwhelmed. When those times happens, he’ll seek the advice of Shingen or Sasuke…Shingen is the most helpful. 

When he has to deal with a particularly nasty diaper, Yukimura is gagging and holding his kimono up over his nose. “How can someone so small poop so much?!” He exclaims as he cleans up the baby.

Yukimura then tries to settle the baby down for a nap. Every time he sets the baby down, they start crying. But instantly settles when resting on his chest. Yukimura sighs as he settles against a wall, cradling the baby to his chest. He looks down at the sleeping infant and a smile comes to his face. “You and your mom really are the best thing to ever happen to me.” He whispers to the baby.

When you return home, you find Yukimura sitting leaned against the wall, your baby cradles to his chest and both of them sound asleep. You can’t help but to smile as you look at them. This life was better than anything you could have imagined.

Taglist: @limonzu @zulablaise @oda-princess @kisara-16

@tele86 @lovely-bubb1es @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady

[ikeromantic]

Hey sweetheart. Would it be okay for you to write first time getting intimate with hide Yoshi toyotomi x y/n. It's an arranged marriage scenario and y/n has a very shy nature.

Tysm for opening your ask box ❤❤❤

This one was a challenge, nonny! How would our Hideyoshi react on his wedding night in an arranged marriage? Hm . . . Approx 1400 words of spice and sweetness!

Hideyoshi watched y/n from the other side of the room. A nervous tension ran through him, equal parts excitement and fear. This was his wife. His wife! The words flashed through his mind, and it still didn’t quite feel real. The futon lay on the floor between them, a threat and a promise. 

He could tell she was even more nervous than he was. Y/N stood with her back to the wall, fingers tangled in the fabric of her shiromuku. The white silk was wrinkling in her grip. Her eyes were glued to the floor, every line of her tense. 

“Would you like a drink? A little wine will help with - with -” he spread his hands to encompass the room.

She nodded. 

Hideyoshi sat at the table and poured her a cup of sake. “Here, come. Sit.” 

Y/N sat beside him, gaze still downcast. She took the drink from his hand and sipped it cautiously. “Thank you.”

“Are you alright? If you don’t want this, we can still -”

“I - I wanted to.” She still didn’t look up. 

Hideyoshi put a gentle hand on her arm. “I mean it. You won’t be in trouble. We can find some other way to solidify the treaty. Just say the word and I’ll talk to Lord Oda.”

Y/N finally looked up, her eyes met his. “I wanted to marry you. I just . . .” Her hand fluttered in the air for a moment before she used it to smooth her clothes. “I thought we’d have time.”

He smiled. “I thought so too. I’d have liked to take you meet with you. To talk and get to know you. But maybe we can get to know each other tonight?” Her expression was one of surprise, and she quickly looked down. Hideyoshi gently took her chin in his hand and tilted her face back toward him. 

“Y/N, why do you keep looking away from me? Do I frighten you?” 

She swallowed, meeting his gaze for just a moment before looking elsewhere with her eyes. “N-no. I . . . I just don’t know . . . what I should do . . .”

It was their wedding night and that came with certain expectations. But Hideyoshi wanted her to be comfortable with him before anything. “There isn’t anything you have to do. Just be here, with me. We’ll take it slow. I promise.” 

Her gaze came up and met his. “Alright.” There were so many emotions roiling the depths of her eyes. Affection, anxiety, desire, and nervousness in equal measure. 

Hideyoshi wanted to ease her tension and his own. “Y/N, may I help you let down your hair?” 

She nodded.

He moved to the spot behind her and sat wide-legged so she could fit between them. Her back was rigid as he reached for her hair. “You looked amazing at the ceremony. The cut of this kimono suits you. Traditional but the details -” He continued, letting his words spin out a steady stream of gentle compliments and observations. 

While he talked, he carefully pulled the pins and ribbons from her hair. She really was a beauty, though she clearly didn’t know it. Hideyoshi finger-combed her hair once it was loose, and massaged her scalp. “Is this alright?”

“Mmm. Yes,” she replied. Her posture relaxed as he worked, and her voice sounded less tense as well. 

“Good.” He moved his hands to her neck. “What about this?” When she murmured her assent, he rubbed her neck and shoulders. Just a slight pressure with the calloused pads of this thumbs. 

Y/N made a soft, pleased moan and leaned into his touch. 

Hideyoshi let his hands slide lower, beneath the collar of her kimono. Her bare shoulders felt like silk to his rough hands. He felt a flare of desire pulse through him. “Should I -” He paused to clear his throat, voice thickened and low. “Should I go lower?”

“Lower,” she repeated softly, and then, “can you help me loosen this?” She reached for the elaborately tied obi. 

He understood at once what she meant. The clothes were too fitted for him to get much further. “Yes. Let’s see.” Hideyoshi undid the obi and helped her unwrap it. “Should I . . .” He tugged gently at the uchikake. The fabric of the outer kimono was heavily embroidered and stiff. Beautiful as it was, she would probably be more comfortable without it.

Y/N shrugged her arms from the sleeves and he helped pull it the rest of the way off. She sat now, dressed in the underrobe, a light white silk kimono that gaped open slightly revealing the sheer layer beneath. 

That slight glimpse of her so near to bare-skinned yet still clothed excited him. She looked vulnerable and alluring, and completely unaware of it. He took a breath, trying to feign calm even though his heart was pounding in his chest. “Th-that’s better.” His hands slid down her shoulders, caressing her upper back. 

The more he touched her, the more he wanted to touch her. To kiss her. To taste her. He felt a curling tension in his low belly, far different than his initial nervousness. Hideyoshi leaned forward and placed what he meant to be a chaste kiss to the back of her neck. But she smelled so good and felt so very good . . . 

He kissed along her neck and shoulder, nipping and nibbling, tasting. Y/N gasped at the more intimate contact. She arched into his touch, another small moan escaping her lips. 

Hideyoshi let his hands slide down her chest to cup her breasts. She felt so good to him, this woman who was now his wife. It still felt surreal. Too good to be real. 

Y/N gave a quiet gasp at his touch and bit her lip. 

“Do you like that,” he asked, his voice low and thick. She nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to hear her. “Tell me.”

Her voice was thready, strained, as she said. “I . . . I like it. When you touch me.”

A rush of electric heat boiled through him. It was almost like being drunk on strong alcohol. Or falling. Hideyoshi wanted to see her face. Wanted to kiss her. Desire pulsed just beneath every heartbeat, every breath, as he struggled to control the emotion. Move slow, he told himself. Be gentle.

“Would you -” He cleared his throat. “Would you like it if I kissed you?”

Y/N nodded, then added, “Yes,” as she glanced at him over her shoulder.

Hideyoshi temporarily relinquished her breasts to put his hands on her waist and lift her up, then turn her to face him. He hadn’t intended to, but found himself placing her on his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist. The feel of her pressed against him, the slight weight and pressure of her legs around him, had him biting back his own groan. He ached for her, a sudden, pleasurable pain. 

A slight smile played at the edge of her lips as she looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he replied hoarsely. It was more than ok, but he found it hard to think in words. Hideyoshi leaned forward, running his thumb along the line of her jaw. Her lips were flushed and a little swollen from her biting them. They looked lush and inviting. A meal for the starving man. He pressed a light kiss to them, and then another. 

There was a slight sweetness to her, a softness. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was easily the best. 

Y/N set her hands on his shoulders, pressing close as he kissed her again and again. Each kiss went a little further, continued a little longer. She parted her lips, and moaned against his mouth as he tentatively explored with his tongue. 

When Hideyoshi finally broke away, they were both breathing hard, pulses pounding. “We - we should stop,” he rasped. “Before I can’t. I made a promise to you. I want to keep it.” He moved his hands to her waist, intending to move her away. To stand up. Get something to drink. Anything to take his mind off her, off his desire for her. 

“I . . . I don’t want to. Stop. I - I want . . .” She swallowed, her fists clenched in the fabric of his clothes. “I want you.” Y/N met his gaze and he could see that she meant it. Pushing through her natural shyness to say it. 

His eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to say that. Or to mean it. “If that is what you want, I can’t deny you.” Hideyoshi felt like a very lucky man as he leaned in to kiss her again.

[ieyasuwu]

Spoiler: Ikesen event content

This fucking event is so unserious

[lunillum]

girl... lmao