#yoshimoto imagawa

[shatcey]

It was such a funny chapter…

Kenshin finally noticed

Sasuke got the information

A dramatic (and very short) fight

And a very cute (almost) confession

It's like a short retelling of the full-length movie.

Yuki was there too… but… there were too many of these blank and surprised expressions, so I cut him out completely. I'm so sorry, dear… I still love you, just not here.

And I cannot even say who's my fav in this chapter. They're all so good)

Sasuke's route

[orangejuice707]

More funny shit from yoshimoto's route

[aquagirl1978]

True Colors - Yoshimoto Imagawa x Reader (Ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Yoshimoto Imagawa x Reader

Prompt: Day 22 - Mirror Sex

Word Count: 1106

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; mirror sex; piv; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used)

“Right there is fine,” Yoshimoto told his vassals. The two men holding the full-length mirror placed it down on the floor, and quickly scurried out of the room after Yoshimoto flashed them a look.

“What do you think?” he asked you. “I found it the other day while I was shopping and had to have it.”

From your seat on the futon, your eyes traced the ornate outline of the mirror; as with everything Yoshimoto owned, the mirror was a true work of art. It was beautiful enough to stand as a piece of furniture, never spending a day being used for its created purpose.

But the way he stared at you, his gaze seductive, you knew that it was no ordinary mirror.

“Well,” you said, your mouth already starting to feel dry as heat rose to your cheeks. “It’s a gorgeous mirror, but isn’t it a bit large for this room?”

“It’s the perfect size for this room,” he replied matter-of-factly as he approached you. You couldn't help but admire him at this close distance; with his hair down loose around his shoulders, his eyes darkened with desire, the collar of his kimono open just enough to give you a glimpse of his bare chest, you found yourself enthralled by his ethereal beauty. 

He crawled on the bedding so that his body was behind you. He guided you up so that you were kneeling, your back pressed against his chest. It wasn’t until he tilted your chin with his thumb that you realized his plan.

Your bodies were both fully reflected in the mirror. 

He drew you into his arms, his lips in tantalizing reach of your ear. “I’ve always wanted to…”

“Yes, Yoshimoto?” Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed the rim of your ear, his request not yet a whisper to the world. Reminded of that day  so long ago when soft petals rained down upon you both, your heart filled with happiness as you waited to hear him ask.

“I want you to see yourself the way that I see you. While we…” His words trailed off as his mouth met yours in a fiery kiss, his tongue quickly probing open your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth.

You let out a soft moan as his hand gently brushed away the collar of your kimono, the fabric fell away, exposing your delicate skin to the cool, crisp breeze. Your body quivered; his hand covered your newly exposed skin, the warmth from his hand seeping into your skin. 

Yoshimoto groaned as he pressed his body against yours, the outline of his erection felt through the layers of fabric still covering your core. His hands roamed, finding the ties to your obi, which he deftly removed with his long fingers. He broke the kiss, pulling away from you as your kimono fell to the bed, cascading down your skin like a waterfall, a pool of fabric left on the bedding.

You shifted your body, eager to unwrap him and expose his bare skin. To touch him. To feel him. To see him. 

Just like he has done to you.

With a glimmer of seductive mischief in your eyes, you pulled at his collar, tugging on the fabric to be released. Once loosened, his chest exposed and shoulders bared, you worked on removing the remaining garments covering his beauty, your fingers lingering as your hand grazed the tip of his cock. 

Now both fully bare, Yoshimoto pressed his chest against your back. Taking your hand in his, he rested your joined hands just above your core. 

“Look,” he whispered, his breath hot on your skin, stoking the fire that was beginning in your belly. “Do you see how beautiful you are?” He pressed a biting kiss on your neck, one that was certain to blossom into a pale pink mark.

Your hips shifted, rubbing against the hard cock pressing against your back. He brought your clasped hands further down your torso, your fingers and his tracing the outline of your entrance. When he dipped a finger inside, you didn’t have to turn around to see the pleased smile on his face as he spread your arousal along your slit.

Back arching, you let out a ragged breath as he slid the tip of his cock along your entrance, coating his cock with your slick. You both moaned as he pushed inside you, your sounds mingling in the otherwise quiet air.

Your eyes drifted closed as he began to thrust inside you, slowly stretching you with each deliberate movement. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he stilled as you adjusted to his size.

“Open your eyes,” he said softly, his thumb tracing teasing circles on the curve of your hip. You did as he asked, letting out a soft sigh when you saw your reflection in the mirror. 

Your hair was somewhat a mess, your eyes were half-lidded, the expression on your face clearly showing you were intoxicated with love. But as your gaze roamed down your figure, the heat warming your cheeks increased. Yoshimoto’s hand was splayed across your torso, close to your core. Dangerously close to your core. 

Your core where his cock was buried in. 

“Don’t look away,” he whispered, commanding you to keep from averting your gaze. You looked up, your gaze now focusing on your lover’s face. Still beautiful, always beautiful.

You kept your eyes on his face as he began to rock his hips against yours, watching him as he groaned everytime he buried his cock inside you. Every inch of your body felt like it was on fire as his pace increased, and his hand cupped and caressed your breast.

Watching your bodies move together was like watching a dance. The way his body moved with yours, the way he touched you and held you, was captivating. 

But none of it compared to the expressions on his face. The way he tilted his face next to yours to look at you. The way his gaze filled with such hungry need, as if he was ready to devour you. The way his lips parted everytime he grunted. The way his face made a lewd look each time he thrust deep inside you. 

Waves of pleasure built and built, until they finally crested, your body coming undone on his cock. You soon felt the familiar tensing of his body; his cock twitched inside you before spilling his warmth inside you.

You collapsed next to one another, your back still pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist holding you close as sweet slumber soon came for you both.

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[deirdrecortini]

ta daaaaa~ I really had fun drawing them XD 

[acrispyapple]

warlord images provided by yamada shiro during ikesen jp’s downtime ✿

[writingwhimsey]

Seriously Yoshimoto's route is cracking me up! I can't tell what's funnier MC's inner thoughts or how Yoshimoto just flits about and is so clueless about so many things but then is still kind and smart about other things.

I mean just walking right into Nobunaga’s castle just to admire it's beauty?! Going into Nobunaga’s room?! And somehow moving around undetected but when he's in town he draws the attention if everyone!

[nightghoul381]

More bored stuck on a work call doodles

This one’s for you @ominousjangling

[ikeromantic]

Yay! I'm so excited for this! Thank you for doing it. I think it's easier if I send these one at a time so you can keep track. I have a lot, but I'll only ask for 3 and then do an optional list.

Ask 1

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Yoshimoto, H is for Heat, 😏

Ahaha I love Yoshimoto. This one is a bit spicy! Approx. 1000 words of love, beauty, and heat! 1K Follower Celebration Ikesen Edition!

Yoshimoto sat in the shade, where the spray from the garden fountain misted over his skin and the breeze carried the faint smell of summer flowers. The day was sweltering hot, so much that the air shimmered over paving stones and roof tops. Everything was at a standstill as workers and warlords alike wilted in the summer heat. 

It was hard to convince himself to move, even to cool himself with a drink. But the prickling sweat on his skin made him restless and uncomfortable. There was no position, no place, that lessened the discomfort. Finally, he decided to go and walk along a shady forest path nearby, where the breeze was a little stronger and the air was cooled from the passage of a nearby stream. Likely, he would be as uncomfortable there as here, but at least it would be pretty.

He went alone, moving quietly along a narrow track of packed dirt. Birds sang from the branches above and flowers nodded with the gentle wind. It wasn’t cooler, really, but it felt nice to be nestled among such beauty. 

The burbling splash of the creek grew louder as he neared a small footbridge that crossed it, though the water was still out of sight. Hidden from view by flowering bushes and thick greenery. Yoshimoto looked forward to seeing the glimmer of sunlight dancing on the water. He stepped out past the last tangle of brush, his gaze falling to the water with anticipation.

And he froze.

There was a woman there, in a deeper pool of water. Her back was to him - and what a lovely back it was. Her hair fell in damp curls across her skin. Water glistened in it like gems set against silk. Droplets gleamed across her back and the curve of her hip, lazily trickling down to join the stream again. 

She turned to the side, and he caught sight of the rise of her breast. The pert nipple crowned with glistening damp. 

He knew he should look away. Cough or call out to let her know she was spotted. That she wasn’t alone. But he couldn’t tear his eyes from her beauty nor find the breath to speak at all. The word breathtaking was bandied about, he thought, but this was the first time he’d felt it in truth. This woman took his breath away, stole it with her grace and allure. 

Yoshimoto wanted to paint her. To capture this moment forever. This fey creature, too lovely for mortal eyes . . . was he cursed or blesses for seeing her?

He did not realize he was leaning toward her until he lost his balance. Arms wheeling, he fell into the rushing water below. Yoshimoto wasn’t sure if he cried out or not, but she did. A shout of surprise as she turned to see him go under. He caught a glimpse of her face, eyes wide, lips parted. He thought he could die happy from the sight.

The heavy silk of his robes pulled him down and for a moment, he struggled. Then he found his footing and stood. The water here was only waist deep, and Yoshimoto felt a little silly for his moment of panic. 

The woman had her arms crossed over her chest and a look of mild amusement. “Yoshimoto! What are you doing out here?”

He felt his face heat with embarrassment. The beauty was none other than the chatelaine of Azuchi castle. “I . . . didn’t recognize you.”

“I expect most people wouldn’t from that end . . .” She shook her head ruefully. “I thought Ranmaru was keeping watch. He was supposed to warn me if anyone came down the path. I guess he didn’t see you.”

“I saw no one watching the path.” Yoshimoto wasn’t sure where he ought to lay his eyes. Her face, most likely, but they kept drifting down toward her breast, her belly, the gentle swell of her hip and thigh. Nudity usually had little effect on him, other than aesthetic appreciation, but seeing her like this . . . lush and glistening . . . he felt his mouth go dry.

“Eyes. Up here.” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “When you look at me like that, I think I know what it feels like to be konpeito.”

“Konpeito? No, I think not. Such a treat dissolves quickly on the tongue, forgotten a moment later. You are a banquet to be savored. Complex, alluring, unforgettable.”

Her cheeks flushed with heat and she looked away. “You shouldn’t say things like that. I’ll take them the wrong way.”

“I don’t know what way that would be. I mean every word. You are a work of art. I could make a study of you.” He took a step closer, not meaning to exactly, but wanting to be closer. His hands itched to touch her. His lips yearned to taste. Every part of him ached with unexpected need. 

She laughed. “See? Things like that make me think of very un-intellectual activities. Less Monet and more dirty finger painting.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His voice was low and his throat felt almost too tight for words. “Could I . . . kiss you?”

“It’s not a good idea. I’m pretty sure it’s a very bad idea. Very very bad.” Despite her words, she closed the distance between them, the few steps that held him in check. 

Yoshimoto gave a soft, choked laugh. “It probably is. And yet -”  He kissed her hungrily, his mouth hot and desperate. His tongue slipped between her lips, tasting her sweetness, the flavor of sake and plums and the taste that was just her. His hands slid around her body, pulling her flush against him. 

She held onto his shoulders and kissed him back with just as much desire as he felt. 

“We shouldn’t,” he breathed, as the kiss broke. 

“We really shouldn’t,” she agreed, sliding the wet silk from his shoulders to bare his skin. 

There would be consequences. And yet, all of that felt very far away as he lost himself to her tender kisses and the satin of her skin.

[floydsteeth]

Some of my favorite <3

[cyikemen]

💚Happy Birthday Yoshimoto!💚

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[bakersgrief]

Playing Yoshimoto's route and loving Okuni. Trans rights.

[shatcey]

I love it when Motonari looks at me… I really feel like he's looking right at me. The power of red eyes, I suppose. And he's funny. He says the obvious things in a completely unexpected way, and it's so refreshing

Yoshimoto's route

[lucyw260]

They are datng?!😂😂😂

[workbyrui]

👀 IkeSen JP: The latest event clothes are so beautiful!

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😳 IkeSen EN: Yoshimoto's route announcement!

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Dragon Yoshimoto looks so cool!😭💜💜💜

[jgjmk4-2]

IkeSen: Let’s run a Flower Shop!

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

Yukimura:  (╯°益°)╯彡┻━┻

...

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

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

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

Hideyoshi: *Glares at Masaume*

Masamune: Ahem- Yeah, he’s new.

...

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

Customer: That’s a person though?

Nobunaga: No, it’s a prickly cactus.

Ieyasu: I’m a person.

...

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

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

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

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

...

Motonari: Ye want flowers, huh?

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

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

Motonari: You wanna go?! (ง'̀-'́)ง

...

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

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

*Hurls a cactus at Sasuke*

Sasuke: Unfortunately, no. Please call an ambulance.

...

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

...

[A few weeks later]

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

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

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

Yoshimoto: What gave it away?

[sevenai]

Kanetsugu’s Birthday Festival

You want to make your beloved happy from the bottom of your heart. With this in mind, you decide to organize a grand celebration with your loved ones. Surrounded by everyone's thoughts and your love, his heart is filled with happiness. —

Yoshimoto’s Birthday Festival

The bond between the two is tested by a disturbing shadow as his birthday approaches. ・・・・ But because they trust each other, they can overcome the line they won't reveal, because it's with him that they can get through it. —

[translation may be inaccurate.]