#ikemen sengoku kenshin x reader

[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.

[afi-writes]

The Greatest Treasure of the Dragon

Ship: Kenshin x female reader with curly hair Rating: Mature Summary: When Kenshin arrives home you are lost in literature and don't pay enough attention to your man. He isn't pleased with the fact and decides to mark you as his once more.

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The garden is full of scents that waffle around you. You can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips as you enjoy the play that the bunnies have arranged for without asking. Such funny creatures. It’s almost like a blessing that Kenshin enjoys having those furry critters around.

Hopping and leaping, the bunnies make the most of the sunny moment of the afternoon. A burst of laughter erupts from you. Not wanting to scare the animals, you lean down, breathing in the last autumn flowers that are still blooming.

“My lady, please forgive me for the intrusion.”

When the maid’s voice reaches your ears, you spin around, swaying your curly locks behind your back. “Yes, what is it?”

You keep the smile on your face even though you can see how the bunnies scatter in the darker corners of the inner garden. Haa… it might take a while before they have gathered enough courage to come out again.

“I was asked to deliver this to you, my lady.” The maid roams closer and bows her head, lifting an item wrapped in a patterned cloth. An expensive one, you assume.

“I see.” You take the package from the maid’s hands, and she straightens in front of you. “What is it?”

“I did not dare to ask.” The maid glances around as if checking if there isn’t anyone lurking in the shadows even though that should be clear, for this garden is in Kenshin’s private quarters. “But it is from lord Kanetsugu. I believe he included a note.”

The maid bows once more, taking a few steps backward. No doubt in a hurry to leave the garden. You can’t believe that you truly are that intimidating. Kenshin, yes. But you? Has his aura stuck on you as well?

“I apologize for my leave.” The maid keeps proceeding without turning her back on you until she is at the door and slips into the castle.  You don’t ask her to stay. Probably this is for the best.

Since the woman has left you alone, your focus turns to the package in your hands. The cloth has a pattern of cranes in a misty autumn field. You can’t help but wonder how expensive such a fabric would be in your time… and here as well. It would alone make for a gift.

“I wonder…” You press the package against your chest, wandering out of the garden and into the room you share with Kenshin. Leaving your sandals out, you walk to the table in your socks and sit down on the pillow.

Bit by bit, you wrap the cloth open. It feels thick and well-made against your fingertips. Enveloped in it is a book you have not seen before. Curious!

As you open the cover, you face a handwritten note. Some time ago, you would not have been able to read it. Now, you can, thanks to your persistent efforts to master the ancient version of the Japanese language. You might be still slow, but the words no longer keep secrets from you.

Thank you, my lady. This is a collection of poems I have collected over the years. I copied them for you as a reward for your services. — Naoe Kanetsugu

“Ah, he shouldn’t have.” The words sway out of your mouth like waves. But you can’t stop smiling. Of course, you didn’t help the man out in hopes of getting a prize. Yet, you can’t stop the warmth coursing through you when you know he has acknowledged your input.

You put the note aside and dive into the book. Since the bunnies are hiding, you have time to lose yourself in the fragile beauty of the written word.

You can’t but admire the choices Kanetsugu has made as he has handpicked the poems. With each piece, it’s not only the meanings of the combined words but also the utmost beautiful manner in which each character is copied. It must have taken him forever to make this collection for you. Every single poem in the tome is a piece of art that is ready to steal your breath away.

Vaguely, you hear as the door slides open and steps roam in. “My love… I’m home.”

Without lifting your face from the page, you nod. “Welcome home, Kenshin.”

Ah, such an enchanting expression. How can someone even come up with something like that? The way of using words and playing with them is near perfection. Does the original poets have some natural talents or has someone been teaching them? You burn to know! The next time you see Kanetsugu, you have to ask him about this poem selection.

You barely notice how Kenshin moves across the room, his feet tapping on the tatami as he closes in. Sighing with bliss, you turn another page, letting yourself dive into the next waves of words while Kenshin sits down next to you and starts to toy with one of the curls you have let stay loose today.

Another sigh pusses past your lips, as the new poem takes you in a whirlpool of emotions. Kenshin brushes aside your hair, revealing your neck and covering it with kisses. You giggle and wiggle but turn a page once more. Ah, such delicate handwriting. You are in literature heaven. This isn’t just a book but a full experience of delight.

Suddenly, fingers snatch your source of happiness from you.

“What is this? Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” Kenshin’s voice distills sour bitterness as he starts to go through the book.

“Kanetsugu gave it to me,” you say, not wanting to keep secrets from your love. Meandering a bit, you turn to face him. “Those poems are simply stunning.”

“Why?” The word comes out harsh as Kenshin’s sapphire and emerald eyes capture your gaze. There is a furrow between his brows.

“Oh… well… they are written in such dedicated handwriting and the way how the words dance on paper…”

“Why did Kanetsugu give you this?” Kenshin asks again, tossing the book on the table. The slapping sound as the cover hits the wood strikes you directly in the heart.

“I ended up helping him another day with something and I guess he felt like he should return the favor…” You try to keep your voice steady but still mumble more than speak. You can tell that Kenshin is angry from the way his eyes flash.

“I will kill him!”

Kenshin shifts like he is going to get up. Hastily, you grab his shoulders, pushing him down even though you know he is much stronger than you and can easily even tie you up if he wishes. Still, you can’t let him go to Kanetsugu, not for this. Of course, he wouldn’t truly kill his vassal, you have learned that by now, but there just isn’t a reason to say anything to Kanetsugu at all.

“Please, Kenshin. Let it slide. It’s nothing,” you try to crack some sense into your man’s heat-clouded mind. “It was simply a gift, nothing more. There is no need to…”

“Do you like it more than the gifts I gave to you?” Kenshin’s voice grumbles into your ears. He takes your hands off his shoulders, wrapping his fingers around your wrists, and pulls you a bit closer.

“I can enjoy gifts in different ways.” At the instant the words leave your mouth, you know you have made a mistake. This was not the answer Kenshin yearned for, the answer that would have soothed his troubled mind and heart.

“Only I am allowed to give you the perfect gift.” Kenshin leans in, glaring at you. “I’ll go and find something better than that book!”

Kenshin rises, hauling you with him. You stagger in his grip and gasp for a moment from the sudden movement.

“Kenshin, please… You don’t need to do such a thing.” You sigh, tugging your wrist slightly in hopes that Kenshin would release you and you could brush his cheek. Yet, he doesn’t give you a chance.

Looking directly into the eyes of your love, you try to make your voice as calm and collected as possible. “Gifts aren’t that important to me. I don’t care about having pretty items or clothes because I already have the most valuable gift I can imagine.”

“The book?” Kenshin’s voice is like acid, and his fingers clench around your wrists even harsher, forcing a whimper out of you. Instantly, he loosens his grasp but still doesn’t let go of you.

“No, not the book.” You swallow a new sigh, not wanting to annoy Kenshin more. “You, you are the most precious gift I have ever received. Since I have you, I don’t need anything else.” Rising on your toes, you place a kiss on his chin. “Please, forgive me if I gave you a reason to think otherwise, but I swear there is nothing I cherish more than you.”

Silence spreads between you two, filling the air of the room with its stickiness. You can’t help the squeeze around your heart. You would never want to hurt the one you love, yet now it happened because of your insensitive actions.

“Fine. I won’t kill Kanetsugu…” Kenshin releases your wrists, only to envelope you with his arms. “...for now. But he better not piss me off again by courting you.”

“He isn’t courting me, I promise.” Finally, you can touch Kenshin’s face and draw your fingertip along with his chin line. “I’m all yours.”

Kenshin groans. “He should see it.”

“I’m sure he does.” You press one hand on Kenshin’s shoulder, rising on your toes once more to place a kiss on his lips.

Kenshin tightens his grip on you, squashing you on his chest as if he is afraid you could be spirited away right in this instant. His gaze is still painted with jealousy and possessiveness before he lets his thick lashes land on his cheeks and captures you in a proper smooch. A rough, all-consuming smooch that is about to wipe your feet under you, but Kenshin catches you, scooping you in bridal style and dashing you both across the room without freeing your mouth from the prison of his lips. Only when he lays you on the futon, he allows you to gasp for air.

“I will make Kanetsugu see to whom you belong…” Kenshin snatches your obi, starting to open it as you wriggle against the futon. “I will make everyone see. They won’t dare after that…”

“Kenshin…”

You entwine your fingers with Kenshin’s hair, but he doesn’t even peek at you. Not now, since he is busy getting your obi open. The silk belt surrenders him, and he tosses it to the other side of the room while the kimono on you slides down your sides, baring your belly to his burning gaze.

Without hesitation, Kenshin pushes aside the rest of the fabric, revealing your breast for his touch, uncovering everything you hide under your layers of robes. The air in the room isn’t exactly cold, yet it is cool enough to force your sensitive buds to peak. As if that was a cue, Kenshin abducts one of them in the heated cave of his mouth, dancing his tongue around it while toying the other with his fingers. A moan erupts you before you can restrain it, and you arch on the mattress.

As in a hurry, Kenshin’s hand leaves your breast and travels down toward your navel, bypassing it only to reach your throbbing heat. His actions have already started to soak your depths, and warmth flashes on your cheeks as you know for sure that he will notice the fact. You whimper, tugging his hair as he makes his thumb trace your pulsing pearl while sneaking two other fingers closer to your entrance. You are jerking your hips up before you even realize it. More, you need more of this.

Kenshin keeps torturing your nub while slipping his fingers in, two at once, pushing a whine out of you as the swirling fingers stretch you wide, finding just the right spot. He truly knows how and where to touch you. Today, his fingers move fast, thrusting in and out, curling over your special spot and then reaching deep. Not even for a moment, his thumb stops tormenting you.

At the same time, Kenshin’s mouth travels up, nibbling its way forward. He sucks the sensitive skin of the column of your neck so harshly that you wail. Not minding your lamentations, he keeps nibbling and sucking while his fingers make their magic between your thighs. You are melting and squirming, turning into his personal swamp to drown in. Slip, wet sounds mix with your moans as you arch against him yanking his hair with every shove of his digits.

A groan escapes Kenshin’s mouth against your neck. “I need to claim you as mine…”

“I… am… yours…” Your words mingle with your whines.

But apparently, reassurances aren’t enough for Kenshin. With a swift movement, he unplugs his fingers from you, leaving you throbbing and yearning for release. Licking the digits clean, he gazes at you.

“I hope you mean that you want me this very instant…” Kenshin’s yanks open the traps of his fur-collared cloak and slings it on the tatami. “...because…” He finds the front belts of his hakama, unknotting them. “...I have…” With impatient motions, his hakama along with his kimono end up in the same pile with the cloak until he is in all his naked glory before you. “...reached the limit of my restraint.”

Steadying your breath, you enjoy the view to the fullest. Every battle-hardened muscle, flattering collarbones, and the tiny trail of hair that marks the path from his navel toward the shaft which looks like it’s more than ready to make you wail.

“I'll make you mine.” Lowering himself over you and leaning in, Kenshin secures one of your ankles with his grip. “You will only think of me.” He folds your leg up, placing your calf on his shoulder. Right after that, he wraps his fingers around his hardened member, guiding it on your pearly gates.

Biting your lip, you ready yourself. Yet, a tiny whimper escapes you as Kenshin hits in, roughly and deeply.

"Don't stifle your moans.” Kenshin pulls almost completely out only to ram into your damp depths once again. Growling, he presses his body against you and stretches your thigh along the movement. “Let me hear you."

You throw your head back on the futon, lips parting and letting out a cry of pleasure. Kenshin takes your wrists, shoving them against the mattress as he sinks himself into you again and again, at an unrelenting pace, your leg swinging with every push.

Toes curling, clenching around Kenshin's merciless member, you turn into a moaning mess. He conquers you, claims even the most secret parts of yours, the realms that belong to him and to him only. Without a doubt, you are his and willing to surrender your everything in his hands, letting him take your body in the way he enjoys. And more than that. With every plunge, your hearts are tied closer like you are becoming one single being.

Suddenly your moans are drowned by Kenshin’s lips that imprison yours. His tongue slithers into your mouth, tangling with yours. He lets go of your wrists and presses even closer, your leg gliding down his upper arm until he allows it to meet the futon. But you’re not willing to stop there. You need him closer, deeper. Embracing his waist with your legs, you thrust his butt and cry into his mouth as he hits just in the right spot. Wrapping your arms around him, you haul his chest against your breast as he continues his merciless bouncing.

“You…” Kenshin groans onto your lips. “...are…” He sucks your tongue before pulling your lip. “...mine.”

Your skin rubs against Kenshin’s as you lose yourself in the tango of two bodies, hearts and souls. Hips meeting hips, you take Kenshin in with relish over and over. As he pounds in, massaging your perfect spot each time, your tongues entangle together, almost becoming one. There is nothing separating you two. Everything is revealed, nothing remains hidden.

Kenshin leaves your lips but only to attack your neck again. Harsh sucks equal his rough shoves, making you whimper even more under him.

The sparks lit under your skin, tingling through you from your core to your head and toes. Whirls of bliss wipe you as Kenshin makes your garden bloom. Petals of pleasure scatter around you and you become a storm of gratified flowers, exploding to the sky. You whine and whimper into Kenshin’s mouth, in his arms, arching against him and squeezing him again. Again. Again! There is no end to it as you sob at the pleasure that ties you to him.

“My love!” One last rough shove. Kenshin’s hips bounce, his member piercing you. He tenses over you, groaning your name onto your lips and shooting his load of love and lust deep within you, filling you up until you are soaked both from your combined salacious sap of feverish joys.

You breathe in, breathe out, your heart still hopping like a scared bunny. Kenshin brushes your sweaty curls off your face, gazing down at you with his mismatched eyes. “Now, you are all claimed, all marked as mine.”

Nodding, you still can’t muster out a word.

“Was I too rough?” There is a hint of worry in Kenshin’s voice as he caresses your cheek.

You shook your head.

“I can't stand the idea of someone else courting you. You should be only mine forever.” Worriedness is turning husky.

“Don’t worry… I'll always be yours.” Your fingers tremble as you cup Kenshin's face, stroking his sweat-covered cheek with your thumbs. “You are the greatest gift I have ever received. There is no way I would let go of you.”

Finally, a weary smile wavers onto Kenshin's lips. “And you're my greatest treasure of all time. I love you.” The words meander into your heart, making it beat faster again. You beam as you pull Kenshin into a new smooch. “I love you as well, my love. With all my being.”

[writtenbyrinnie]

kenshin | crimson˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

★彡kenshin x fem!reader

★彡word count: 1,431!

★彡unhealthy relationship, knife injury, eroguro, kenshin being his usual posessive self ٩( ᐛ )و and lots of blood lol

★彡 you 🫵🏻 try to go back to ur village after breaking up with kenshin (for plot #trusttt) but things dont go as planned...>:3

kenshin's normally stoic demeanor breaks completely at your words. his hand grasping your chin squeezes it slightly, enough to cause you to wince.

".. think i may have misheard you, my love. what did you say?" he says, his voice low and snarky.

"i...i-.." you grit your teeth, feeling uneasy from the start.

"i have to return to my village..."

his brows knitted at your words as his grip on you tightened further. despite the pain he was causing you, he was unable to control himself.

"..no, you dont. tell me why you're lying." he hissed, eyes narrowing as he took in your expression.

"im not lying. i need to return, and i won't be back once i do so." you replied, unable to meet his icy glare. 

he shook his head at your words. you could feel the anger building in his tone as he spoke, his voice cold and cruel.

"no. i forbid it. you aren't leaving."

"kenshin... please don't make this harder than it has to be... i already told you, we're done..." sighing with discomfort, you felt a familiar anxiety creeping up your back again. your words weren't getting to him at all.

"i don't think you understand. we're never done... you belong to me. and i don't permit you to leave. if you even attempt to leave, i will hunt you down. there's nowhere in this world you can go where i won't find you." he growled, forcing you to meet his gaze.

it was no use trying to reason with a madman. whatever this 'relationship' of yours was, it was nowhere near healthy or stable. this kind of love was destined to destroy you both. were you going to let it? after building up the courage to go against him, were you going to go back to those arms?

hesitantly, you pulled out the small knife carefully hidden in your sleeve; it was the one sasuke gave as a last resort. the same one you hoped you wouldn't have to use.

he looked down at the knife, utterly unbothered by the threat. instead of taking a step back, he stepped forward, pressing himself against the tip and letting it pierce the fabric and his skin slightly.

"..is that meant to scare me?" he says, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a wicked smirk.

"k-kenshin..." you stared with your eyes wide, unable to move as he practically trapped you against the wall with how close he had gotten.

barely noticing the tiny prick of pain it made in his skin, he looked up at your scared expression, his eyes burning angrily.

"what? you're having second thoughts?"

kenshin laughed at your fear. 

"you were so bold a minute ago. if you're going to threaten me, do it properly, woman. or are you not able to follow through?"

a few drops of blood stained his kimono.

"just let me go...i dont want this-..."

he brought a hand up and gripped the knife in your hands, his hand bleeding due to the sharp edge of the knife cutting into his palm. he dared to lean even closer to your face, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

"do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to break this pretty little wrist of yours? it seems you've forgotten... im your lord, you belong to me. there's no way ill let you go anywhere."

the sleeves of kenshins kimono stained crimson as he hissed, the slit in his hand and chest deepening as you continued to struggle against his powerful grip.

ignoring the pain, his eyes burned with anger. even you could see the crazed look in them.

"drop the knife."

he commanded. his tone hard like steel.

with a scowl, he grabbed the weapon from your hand, tossing it aside. pulling your hand up to his chest and using it to press against his wound. he brought his face even closer to yours, his eyes burning as he looked at you.

"...the more you struggle, the worse it will be for you. stop it."

the warm, coppery liquid trickled down onto your hands as you flinched with a mix of fear and disgust. 

his eyes narrowed as he looked down at your frightened expression. seeing your hands stained with his blood and your trembling form ignited something within him. gripping tight around your waist and pulling your body flush against his, his lips crashed down against yours in a desperate, possessive kiss.

he pressed you harder into the wall, molding his body against yours, his blood staining your clothes. he broke the kiss long enough to speak, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "you... aren't going anywhere..."

kenshin's eyelids had begun to feel a tad bit heavier as time passed, due to his blood loss. staring at your crimson stained clothes in fear, you yelled.

"this is so much blood...kenshin! we need to-.." 

you tried reaching over to the bandages, only to get stopped by kenshin himself. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against himself and refusing to let you go. his grip tight around your body as he buried his face into your shoulder.

his voice was low and pained, as he spoke.

"i don't care."

he mumbled into your neck.

"stay. don't leave me."

you looked down, upset and worried sick for him, but also touched by his words. your resolve broke down as you gently placed a hand on his cheek, smearing the blood around as you caressed it.

"i won't leave...just...let me patch you up, please..?" you added, your voice barely above a whisper.

leaning into your touch against his cheek, he closed his eyes at the feeling. nodding slowly as he struggled to steady his breathing.

"...fine, just don't leave my sight."

he let out a low, pained huff as he reluctantly let go of you with one arm, allowing you some room to move.

as you went about your work, bandaging up his hand and putting pressure on his chest, he kept his body pressed tight against yours, his breath hot on your shoulder as he leaned his head down, nuzzling his face against you as he tried to control his need to pull you even closer.

"i can't let you go. please don't ask me to..." he muttered, his voice tight and gravelly.

the slit on his chest was pretty deep, making the subcutaneous fat layer underneath visible to you. crimson gushed out continuously as you helplessly kept applying pressure to slow it down.

kenshin grunted in pain, gripping your shoulders tightly. he took a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm. 

despite the pain, the close proximity of your body, combined with the sight of you covered in his blood, was doing things to him...

he leaned his head back against the wall, hissing between clenched teeth. his hands, gripping your shoulders, moved down to your hips, grasping tight enough to leave bruises on your soft skin. the pain and feeling of your hands touching his wound was almost more pleasurable than it was painful.

despite the fact that it was his blood staining your skin and clothes, he couldn't help but find the sight quite pleasant. all he could focus on was your hands on his skin, touching his body, and pressing into his wound. the pain... and the pleasure...were mixing together.

soon enough, his breathing slowly returned to normal as he glanced down at his chest. the bleeding had stopped, thanks to you. he looked up at you, examining your face and taking in the sight of you covered in blood. he pulled you closer against his body, completely ignoring the fact that both of you were covered in his blood.

"..you look beautiful."

that wicked smile of his, accompanied by a compliment, had your heart speeding up again. "youre sick in the head..."

kenshin laughed at your words, his eyes still roaming all over your face and body. pulling you even closer to him, he let his lips graze along your neck, tasting his own blood on your delicate skin.

he brought a hand up and grasped your chin, tilting your head up to look him directly in the eye. "i may be sick... but so are you, my love. you think I didn't notice?"

he pressed his body against yours, holding you captive.

"you love the feeling of my blood on you, don't you? you get excited just thinking of how it proves my body belongs to you."

he leaned in closer, his lips next to your ears.

"admit it."

really enjoyed writing this hehe :33333 i was looking forward to writing a eroguro-y? piece after seeing the love on my most recent drawing (tysm!!🌷) and kenshin seemed like a fitting character!

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I HAVE A QUESTION FOR THE IKESEN FANDOM

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[whatever-fanfics]

🥳 200 followers event 🥳

When did this happen?!? 😭

I blinked and the number changed 😂

Now that I see it I want to do a follower event, in addition to the other fics I'm doing. So the Stalker series is still on, along with the getting caught series for Ikemen Prince.

If you want to request smut pls have your age included in your blog and pls don't request in anon, if you want to remain anonymous, I will omit your name in the post and will send the post to you privately in the Tumblr dms. You can request twice, when you do please include genre, one prompt from part 1, and 2 prompts from part 2.

I will allow 50 requests after that I will close requests.

Example of how to request

Requester: I want (Number,genre) with (Number, prompt) from part 1, and (Number, prompt) and (Number, prompt) from part 2.

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piercing

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At the breakfast table

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[syneilesis]

[fic] a quiet glow

a quiet glow

Ikemen Sengoku | Naoe Kanetsugu x Main Character!Reader | G | 1.3k words ao3 link

Making no sound Yet burning with love, Fireflies far More than chirping insects, Move me. —Minamoto no Shigeyuki

A/N: For @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess's Summer Days Sultry Nights event. It's my first time participating in an event! :D The prompt I chose is fireflies and it's a Kanetsugu fluff fic. Dividers by saradika. Forgive the slightly anachronistic prose lol

I haven’t seen fireflies since I was a child.

It had been a passing remark, a slide of fingers across the textured roll of fabric patterned with glowing fireflies. In your gaze an odd sheen flickered and faded – blinked away – that Kanetsugu caught, stole his steps and his attention. But you’d already moved on to the next item.

He lingered, however, arrested by this seemingly negligible thing, eyes falling upon the object in question – a column of benighted forest hue, spattered with yellow-green dots that counted as lights, nostalgic in a way that invited a quiet contemplation.

You hadn’t seen fireflies since you were a child.

Later, as he’d lay with you on the futon, your warmth seeping into his skin, Kanetsugu would dream of floating orbs amidst a beautiful night, playfully dancing, up and up and up.

“Summer is upon us,” Sasuke said, falling into step beside him.

Kanetsugu ignored the man. He had just finished meeting with Lord Kenshin for an update about his territories and was on his way to the library when the ninja suddenly appeared.

It didn’t deter Sasuke at least. “Make sure your face is UV-protected.”

Not knowing what that meant, Kanetsugu continued walking.

But Sasuke kept on, unbothered by the lack of conversational reciprocation, “You���ve already done well with your body – covered and all that.” He glanced at Kanetsugu’s clothes, then hummed in thought. “I suppose it’s not that difficult to invent sunscreen …”

Kanetsugu let Sasuke talk some more.

“That reminds me – according to my calculations, it’s approximately three weeks from now that the Nigami Firefly Festival will begin.”

That rendered Kanetsugu pause.

He turned to Sasuke, felt his brows dip low. “What?”

“I once took my niece to a firefly viewing in Joetsu – which, by the way, is the future name of –”

“I see,” Kanetsugu interrupted. He pivoted to another hallway and left the ninja blinking, confused.

He’d forgo the library today, it seemed.

Lord Kenshin ordered Kanetsugu to quell a minor rebellion three towns away. That required him to travel a week or two, depending on the size of the men and the number of horses his lord would allow him.

On the way to his destination, he and his men stopped by a village at the foot of a mountain to spend the night. The villagers were welcoming of them, having met Kanetsugu a year before in another mission. He was a familiar and memorable face, one that brought a delighted smile upon the village leader – and a score of young women.

“Lord Kanetsugu,” the leader greeted him warmly, “it is an honor to have you rest for the night in our humble village.”

They made him and his men a sumptuous dinner – rather, a feast – which he tried to refuse at first. But his companions stared at the offerings with great eagerness, so Kanetsugu relented with a condition or two.

In the middle of the meal a girl came up to him with large, trusting eyes and an enthusiastic smile, and told him, “There are pretty dancing lights outside!”

Food set aside, Kanetsugu permitted the child to lead him to the forest right outside the village. They walked for a while, the child never breaking pace, and before Kanetsugu questioned the girl’s knowledge of the area she skidded to a halt, spun around to grab Kanetsugu’s hand, and with a vibrating grin she proclaimed, “We’re here!”

Kanetsugu blinked and looked around, and found what the girl was talking about. He heard himself take a sharp inhale, his body frozen taut with a memory.

Moments later he patted the girl’s hand on his and murmured, “Thank you.”

As they stood there, an idea formed within Kanetsugu’s mind.

“Clear your schedule for a week,” Kanetsugu announced right after coming back from his mission, opening the sliding door of his office with solid intent. “We will go somewhere.”

Perched at the center of the room, you paused from your work, wide-eyed surprise melting into excitement. The garment you’d been commissioned splayed on your lap like fishtail. “Oh! Is it a date?”

A barbed denial spiked through his mouth, but you’re blooming like an eager flower facing the sun, so he swallowed that reflex. Instead he answered, “Yes.”

Your smile rivaled the sun, your hands curling to form a heart. Kanetsugu squinted, and shifted his stance. “Then I’m looking forward to it!”

Kanetsugu exhaled, tamped down the rush of heat in his veins, and went back to work.

The journey back to the village went faster than last time. The residents welcomed them again cordially, and you and Kanetsugu stayed there for a while before he took your hand and led you outside.

He remembered the directions the little girl took the first time. Night had arrived, the full moon illumining the leaves with its silver light. It was also a good time for stargazing, but Kanetsugu had another plan in mind.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice inquisitive, your hand kept warm in his.

When Kanetsugu peered at your expression, shafts of moonlight sliced through the canopy and grazed parts of your face, one iris aglow – a tenebrist diptych of curiosity. It made you seem ethereal, a part of the forest night’s wonder. Something translucent and could easily slip through fingers. Kanetsugu let out a quiet breath, returned his attention to the front, quelled the nervous pace of his heart.

He stopped all of a sudden, which elicited a sound from you, almost colliding with him. Still holding your hand, Kanetsugu whirled around, and the spill of moonlight shifted to illuminate your whole face.

“Watch,” he said.

And you studied your surroundings, waiting for anything. Then: one by one, in the near-complete darkness, they sprung to life. Fireflies. Little yellow-gold lights playfully whirling and twirling in the air. One brushed past Kanetsugu's nose and then flickered away, and your silverbell laughter filled the spattered night.

“They’re beautiful,” you tell Kanetsugu, the curve of your mouth soft and warm. You extended a hand, palm up, and one hovered for a couple of seconds then moved on. The look you gave him afterwards arrested him. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“After what you’d said before, I had to do something at the very least.”

There’s a puzzled silence, your head tilting in question.

“You haven’t seen fireflies since you were a child,” he elaborated.

It wasn’t immediate when you put the pieces together. But when you did, surprise rippled throughout your body, and Kanetsugu was tempted to push closed your gaping mouth.

“Did I say that?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

Kanetsugu sighed. “When you were perusing some fabrics in the market. There was one designed with fireflies, and you commented upon it.”

“Oh,” you said, dazed. “You remembered that? I didn’t!”

“Of course I remembered,” he said, tone almost offended. But then – a whisper: “I remember everything when it comes to you.”

It sounded like a confession, but you knew the depth of Kanetsugu’s love and devotion. Still – it felt embarrassing. Vulnerable, even.

Still.

“Kanetsugu,” you breathed. Like a prayer. Like a marvel. Like the hundreds of fireflies dancing around them.

Kanetsugu swallowed.

“I love you,” you said, impeccably, implacably, an arrow hitting dead center. “I love you so much, Kanetsugu.”

He exhaled a long breath. “I know. And I you.”

You smiled, and it was more radiant and more beautiful than the fireflies and the moon and the star-filled sky tonight. You stepped closer to Kanetsugu, wrapped your arms around him tight, and sighed happily. He reciprocated the act, his arms molding snugly across your back.

Around you the fireflies continued dancing, their lights burning brightly.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Ikemen Sengoku

Mitsuhide Akechi

Drunken Nostalgia - Mitsuhide x Drunk! Reader

Nobunaga Oda

Winter Nights - Nobunaga x Reader

Scenarios

Babysitting ft. Shingen, Kanetsugu, Motonari, Masamune, Kenshin

Caught ft. Mitsuhide,Ieyasu, Motonari, Kanetsugu

[afi-writes]

Ikemen Sengoku Fics

A Smile Written to the Stars

Sasuke x OC

Masamune x MC

Sasuke has returned to the modern days without Mai who stayed in the Sengoku era together with Masamune Date. The fate tore them apart but that was exactly how things were supposed to be.

The Greatest Treasure of the Dragon

Kenshin x female reader with curly hair

Mature

You are lost in literature when Kenshin arrives home and don't pay enough attention to your man. He isn't pleased with the fact and decides to mark you as his once more.

The Goddess of Dragon and Demon

Masamune x female reader x Nobunaga

Explicit

When both the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven and the One-Eyed Dragon come after you, there is only one reasonable solution.

Until the Dawn Breaks

Nobunaga x female reader

Mature

Losing in the game of Go can be a win on another battlefield, can it not? Once again, you are trying to beat Nobunaga in his own game while you both know how it is going to end. But which part of you he will conquer this time?

[nobunagas-chatelaine]

Ikemen Sengoku as Among Us characters part 02

8. Kenshin Uesugi

Colour : Cyan

9. Shingen Takeda

Colour : Maroon

10. Yukimura Sanada

Colour : Red

11. Sasuke Sarutobi

Colour : Green

12. Motonari Mouri

Colour : Tan

13. Kennyo

Colour : Banana

14. Ranmaru mori

Colour : Pink

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Nobunaga themed sticker set drop!!

Decided to make some stickers for the more subtle Ikemen fan!

Here’s Nobus set which just went up on my Redbubble!!

[lordsisterxotome]

Marked Head to Toe (Kenshin Uesugi x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kenshin Uesugi x Reader

Prompt: Biting/Marking | Hair pulling

Warning: Oral sex (female receiving) | Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,785

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Author’s Note: Yesss, I finally got this done!! Yay, me!! Once again, very late, but what can you do, am I right? Enjoy day 19 of @xxsycamore​’s Visions of Temptation event!

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       Your hands were steady as you poured the sake, completely at odds with the way you felt inside as you handed the cup to your lover. His grip on your hip tightened appreciatively in response, petting sensually over the curve of your body as his long fingers accepted the cup with a meaningful brush of skin against skin. 

       “Thank you, my angel,” Kenshin whispered softly in your ear, his lips brushing the shell, and you couldn’t hide your shiver, unintentionally sliding further into his lap as you curled into him. 

       Like everyone else at the banquet, your husband was deep into his cups. However, unlike his men who had long since collapsed in various not-so-dignified positions, Kenshin still held out his cup to you for more. The only indicator that the alcohol was affecting him at all was the tipsy blush dusting his cheeks, his clouded mismatched eyes staring down at you in his lap with unabashed adoration. 

       You’d started out sitting next to him, but his arm had quickly looped itself around your waist, tugging you closer until you were seated in your rightful place on his thigh. Shingen had chuckled, the ghost of a fond smile crossing Sasuke’s lips, and Yukimura had just grumbled something along the lines of how grossly affectionate the two of you were before emptying a sake bottle. What could you do though? Kenshins’s grip was unyielding and it wasn’t like you disliked being in his lap…

       It was easy to put up with the momentary embarrassment of your husband being so affectionate with you in front of so many people. It wasn’t easy, however, to act like you weren’t affected when he started to tease you, his hands beginning to wander and his lips becoming more adventurous. Each playful lick of his tongue and squeeze of your ass or thigh chipped away at your composure, your control fraying under his subtle ministrations. 

       It was at the point now that if he didn’t take responsibility for what he was doing to you soon, you were probably going to push him down and have your way with him, regardless of who was still lucid enough to witness. He would probably enjoy that though, wouldn’t he? Yes. Yes, he would.

       “Are you getting tired?” came his questioning purr, your heart jumping at the pleasant vibration it sent down your spine. Fingers danced across the collar of your kimono. 

       A quick glance towards your company found that Shingen wasn’t paying attention to the two of you, talking to Yukimura who looked less than pleased as his lord demanded sweets to go along with his sake. Sasuke seemed to have disappeared somewhere without your notice, but you didn’t care to pursue where he’d gone as Kenshin’s lips brushed your nape, drawing your attention back to him. 

       Swallowing, you shook your head, leaning back against his shoulder to look at him. His blue-green gaze swirled with warmth as they met yours, relishing the quiet desperation he saw in your expression. He had you right where he wanted you, pliant and aching for him. Pulling you back against him hard, he made sure you could feel the erection bulging in his hakama as he started grinding it against your behind. 

       A soft mewl rose in your throat, lips parting in a pretty ‘o’ as a long finger slipped beneath your collar and tugged it down to expose the space you knew to be marked with a dark hickey, one of the many that dotted your body, courtesy of your husband. 

       “Kenshin!” you gasped, his appreciative gaze flicking away from the mark. Your hand grasped his, your fingers knitting through his own as you arched your back and gave him a soft roll of your hips, answering his grinds.

       The already thin thread of his control nearly snapped right there and then. The way you looked at him, the way your body moved so invitingly against him, he needed to be inside of you and he couldn’t wait a second longer. 

       A growl ripped from his throat, the sound low and deep and powerful, and suddenly you were on your feet as he yanked you up with him. 

       “Off to your love nest already?” Shingen asked as you passed, reclining on an armrest. The look on his face told you he knew exactly what was happening.

       Kenshin didn’t bother responding, brushing past them as he half-dragged, half-carried you out of the banquet hall. You heard the other man’s laughter through the sliding door as it slammed shut behind you. 

       The walk to your shared room was a blur of painted doors and your feet slipping over the dark wood of the floor, your body overly aware of the male form pressing into your side. Neither of you bothered to say anything, both already knowing exactly where you were going and what was going to happen when you got there.

       You didn’t realize you’d reached your destination until you were flung onto a soft futon, landing with a gasp as all the air left your lungs. A second later a warm body covered yours, Kenshin’s hands reaching for your clothes at the same time yours reached for his. The layers separating the two of you suddenly felt suffocating, the need to feel his bare skin beneath your fingers, to trace each scar you knew by heart, burning away the last of your patience and restraint. 

       You sighed in relief when his bare body met yours, settling perfectly in the cradle of your hips as you wrapped your arms around him and welcomed him into your embrace with a kiss to his jaw. 

       For every measure of gentleness you bestowed upon him, he responded with ferocity in kind. His fingers dove into your hair, tangling in the strands as he wrenched your head back and exposed your neck to him. “Kenshin,” you moaned as hot lips descended on your skin, sucking new marks into your neck and shoulder and refreshing those he deemed too faded.

       You expected him to skip the foreplay, to take you without another moment to waste, but he started to move down instead, lips shifting from your throat to your collarbone to your breasts and further. Looking down at him, your brows furrowed questioningly but your husband only smiled into your flesh, the lustful spark in his eye not so dissimilar to that which appeared there when he was on the battlefield. “Every bit of you is mine,” he breathed. And just like during battle, he had every intention to dominate, but not before he laid claim to every inch of you.

       Dark love bites decorated your skin as he passed, paying special attention to the spot above your heart. “Oh!” you sighed, arching as his mouth closed around one of your nipples. His tongue swirled around the hardened nub before paying the same attention to its twin, biting and suckling until they were both red and pulsing. Your hands grasped the futon beneath you, fisting in its softness as he continued his descent to your stomach. 

       The tone and hunger of his territorial display changed when he reached your navel, kissing the spot just beneath it with such tenderness that you didn’t miss the implication. Your head shot up, leaning up on your elbows to peer down at him with wide eyes, but Kenshin only chuckled, placing a quick kiss to your hip bone as his hands smoothed over your thighs. A shiver wracked your form as cool air hit your core, blue and green eyes settling on your glistening folds as he shifted lower, his face finally looming over your mound.

       “Kenshin, wai-mmh!” Any sort of conversation about what he’d just signaled would have to wait. His mouth descended on you ravenously, teeth scraping your clit and lips suctioning hard around the sensitive bud. Your hands flew to his hair, fisting in the blonde strands as he licked up your arousal.

       “Hah...Oh!” Your eyes shut tight, head falling back, as his tongue circled your entrance, teasing the fluttering hole. Trembling thighs closed around his head, encouraged by the fingers drawing light circles into your hips. Kenshin only pushed his face harder against your cunt, making you arch and scream as he mouthed and slurped at you like it was his last meal. 

       “Mmm, yes!” you mewled, writhing as his tongue slipped inside of you. “R-Right there! It’s so good!” 

       “Mmm, there?” Your hands tugged harder at his hair and he enjoyed every bit of the minuscule pain it brought, spurred on by your praise. His nose brushed your clit with each flex and flick of his tongue into your depths, the contented grunts and moans he made only heightening your pleasure as the sound vibrated through your sensitive folds.

       The coil in your belly was steadily tightening, stars dancing across your lust-clouded vision as you peered down at him. Kenshin could feel your oncoming climax as well, noting the tell-tale contracting of your walls as more of your ambrosia seeped from your depths, and his teeth nipped viciously at your soft flesh, hungry for the feeling of you cumming on his tongue. 

       “Please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you mewled, bucking your hips into his face as your pleasure loomed higher. His smirk curled against your pussy, your juices dripping down his chin. He couldn’t stop now if he wanted to, drunk on your taste and desperately thirsting for more. The movement of his hips, grinding his weeping cock against the futon as he ate you out, only intensified his pleasure. He needed to make you feel good, to make you feel adored and wanted and pleasured until you couldn’t take it anymore.

       A swipe of his tongue and his teeth closing on your clit finally sent you over the edge, screaming his name as you gushed onto his waiting mouth. Kenshin eagerly lapped up every bit of it, eyes trained on the beautiful expression painting your features as you quaked in the throes of your orgasm. The filthy sounds of him sucking and slurping away at your release were so loud in your ears, mewls and gasps falling from your lips as he continued his feasting.

       You felt his mouth on your thigh, the side of your knee, your calf, as you came down from your climax, leaving more of his marks behind as he made good on his personal promise. 

       By morning there would be too many to cover up beneath your clothing but you didn’t care, sighing into the pleasurable heat of his mouth against your skin. He had all night to explore his territory with teeth and tongue, and he planned to make the most of it.

[fandom-collective-writers]

For Now (Kenshin Uesugi x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kenshin Uesugi x Reader

Prompt: a secret love affair, stealing a heart

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 472

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsister​/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Sengoku or any of its characters. All of that goodness belongs to Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

       ‘(Y/n), 

       Do you know how much it pains me, feeling for you as I do and not being able to openly express it? 

       Your absence from your rightful place at my side is never far from my mind, but when I dwell on it too long, late at night when I am unable to sleep and even sake cannot numb the edge of my loneliness, I feel it even more sharply. It aches more than any wound I’ve ever received, and your love is the only balm. 

       How I was a fool to deny this love for so long, too scared and broken to recognize the blessing that was you. War used to fulfill me and yet the taste has dulled on my tongue. I thought I would feel its loss more succinctly, but all I can think of is you, of the real fulfillment you bring me. 

       Even now after accepting you into my heart I’m still bound not to take you into my arms in the light of day. When it comes to you, I am not a patient man, my love. It frustrates me to no end that I am unable to catch you in my arms and kiss you without care, in full view of anyone who would so happen to look.

       I eagerly await the day I can claim you for my own without having to hide. Living like this is unlike me. Living for love of you is the life I wish to live, without regret. I confess the more I write the more I’m tempted to to steal you away right now. I would keep you here at Kasugayama Castle with me, safe and sound, and shower you with as much love and adoration as a man could bestow at a woman’s feet. No one would ever dare lay a finger on you for fear of a slow and painful end at the edge of my blade. 

       I wish I had your patience, your peace and kindness. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so bad to wait so long for you. But I stole your heart out from under the Oda and you know I would battle heaven and hell for the privilege of spending my life with you. I am the God of War and I know how to strategize if nothing else. For now I will wait. For now I will satisfy myself with my dreams of you, with our stolen embraces under the sweet shadow of the moon. She hides us under her pale wing, and yet her beauty will never surpass that of my love’s.

       All is fair in love and war, my dearest, and this is one battle I intend to win in time. Wait for me until then. 

       I miss you. I love you.

       Yours and yours alone,

       Kenshin’

[alycias-wonderland]

Ikemen sengoku with reader who have ayatos boba sleeves hehehe(ᗒ▽ᗕ), oh and if you don't know what I meant you can just search it up on tiktok and youtube(^ᴗ^) or from what I can explain is that reader can pull out whatever she want in her sleeves and unlimited storage/bag where she can put whatever things wants. Thank you (^▽^)♥️

Ok, I think I want Ayato's sleeve now.

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

Ieyasu Tokugawa

- "How are you doing that? "

-Confused but impressed

-He asks read orders you to keep spicy food in the sleeves.

-One time Mitsuhide was being a bit invasive and you literally nearly slit his throat with a knife.

-Would the sleeves to his full advantage.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓

Masamune Date

-Curious as to how much you can keep in there.

-Once he realises you can keep weapons on there, he wants to take you into battle with him.

-Keeps spices in your sleeves, incase they ever run out

-Another who uses it to his advantage

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Shingen Takeda

-... "Can you keep condoms-"

"For the last time, no I won't! "

-On a more serious note he would wonder how much you can keep in there

-Stuffs your sleeves with anpan (a soft bread filled with red bean paste)

-Asks you how you do it.

"Ayato-kun taught me."

"Who the fuck is 'Ayato-kun'?"

✧❁❁❁✧✿✿✿✧❁❁❁✧✧❁❁❁✧✿✿✿✧❁❁❁✧✧❁❁❁✧✿✿✿✧❁❁❁✧✧❁❁❁✧

Kenshin Usagi

-..................

-No matter what you do, do not tell this man about your sleeves. Do not even put yourself in a position in which he will find out about your sleeves.

-He's already enough of a hazard to society and himself with one sword, what do you think will happen if he can have easy access to life threatening objects.

-You don't? Well, only

Complete and Utter chaos.

-He will carry around poisonous daggers and snakes. No questions asked.

-But of course you will come to no harm, after all you are his beloved.

━━━━━━♡♥♡━━━━━━━━━━━━♡♥♡━━━━━━━━━━━━♡♥♡━━━━━━♡♥♡

That is all done! The amount of fun I had writing this was immeasurable. Thank you.

Stay lovely❤!

ヾ(＾-＾)ノヾ(＾-＾)ノ

[stabby-with-love]

Clouds and Rain in The Sengoku

-᪥-᪥-𑁍-᪥-᪥-

Trigger Warning: Sin, lots of sin. Seriously, I need to touch some grass. 18+ content, read at your own risk.

Summary: Clouds and Rain, a popular euphemism for a godess who decended and spent a memorable night with her favored man. The aftermath of a passionate night in the arms of the one you love.

-᪥-᪥-𑁍-᪥-᪥-

Kenshin Uesugi

You lay there panting and exhausted. Your body sore and woozy from being on the receiving end of his burning passion. Kenshin stares at you as though he were seeing a masterpiece, his warmth dripping out of your open heat being his personal signature. He burns this image of you in his mind as he slides his fingertip and gathers up your mixed juices to keep it inside of you. His jealousy was a force to be reckoned with, the more jealous he became, the more reassured he wanted to feel. Being the only one who carries his seed is a firm reminder that you give yourself to him willingly as a whole. You do not mind the overly possessive and seductive glint in his ethereal mismatched eyes as he spreads you open for another round.

"You are mine and mine alone. Whoever sees you like this will die by my blade."

-᪥-᪥-𑁍-᪥-᪥-

Masamune Date

Masamune stares at your exhausted form with the eye of a satisfied beast. Your hair, a beautiful mess of a mane seductively sticking onto your bare, feverish, and sweaty body. Your gorgeous collarbones littered with flowers that bloomed whenever his teeth sunk into your skin in the heat of passion. A night with Masamune is filled with bites and scratches, passionate pain and pleasure intermingling, blurring together in the chase of climax. It is direct and bare, an almost primal and animalistic instict to make love in the wildest of ways. His hand in your hair as he sinks deep from behind over and over, his seductive grin as you sink yourself to take all of him while he looks up at your gorgeous form... he loves every moment of it.

"You're just as wild as me, Kitten. Don't hold back because I certainly won't."

-᪥-᪥-𑁍-᪥-᪥-

Mitsuhide Akechi

This man is addicted to the taste of you. He worships every part of your body as though it were the finest of delicacies. His tongue glides on your bare skin, teasing your heat, leaving a trail of his desire upon your naked form. Your hands grip his hair as he sinks down on your heat like a starved man, a strand of saliva connecting with his tongue as he makes eye contact with you after making you see stars. Your body was fully prepared once he entered you while whispering the sweetest of nothings in your ear. Mitsuhide finds your cloudy unfocused eyes as you slowly decend from your high absolutely adorable. He loves you like this, teases you and kisses the tears from your eyes after being so overstimulated.

"Do not fret, Little Mouse. I find your little squeaks absolutely delightful."

-᪥-᪥-𑁍-᪥-᪥-

Nobunaga Oda

This man saw you first as a conquest, someone to overpower, someone to tame. He never imagined the day that it would be HIM that you would conquer, both heart and soul, as he submits to you, pleasuring you confidently, and basking in your warmth. He draws out the lovemaking by pleasuring your sensitive spots one at a time: a nibble on your ear, his lips ghosting over your neck, his length drawing in and out of you as you beg him to move faster. He wants to see how long before your walls crumble, how much of his movements you can take before you surrender yourself to him completely. He loves the sound of his name whenever it leaves your lips in the form of a breathy and needy moan.

-᪥-᪥-𑁍-᪥-᪥-

"Surrender yourself to me, Fireball. Only then will you receive the pleasure that you so desire."

Mei Mei note: If you came this far, you probably need to touch some grass, too. This is my first *ehem* *ehem* so thoughts, asks and feedbacks would be appreciated <3

[nobunagas-chatelaine]

Hi! If your requests are still open, I was wondering if so could ask for a headcanon for Kenshin, Mitsuhide and Sasuke with a paranoid partner who has a bad habit of overthinking and has a really bad bought of it where they start overthinking to the point that they manage to convince themselves not to even leave their room? Feel free to ignore this and take care 💜

Hello spoopy, interesting request you have here. I twisted the request a little but I hope you like it.

Ikemen Sengoku reaction to you worrying for them and not leaving your room /skipping meals

Kenshin Uesugi :

How could that be?

The hostage he had bought from Nobunaga was worrying for him?

The woman he had imprisoned as to hold her light away from others was worried for his well being that she wasn't even taking her daily meals?

This was ridiculous, but he knew he had to check...Or else god knows how much sleep he would get at night.

"You're an absolutely ridiculous woman! Who goes out of their way to check up on a man and refuses meals until he comes down himself?"

"Kenshin, oh thank heavens you're here. Look this might seem weird but could you come inside the cell, I wanted to talk."

Kenshin looks at you, you're shining eyes begging him to hold a conversation with you and he agrees, not that he was unwilling to do so in the first place.

"The Head General came here a-and....."

"What did he tell you?" Kenshin sits down keeping distance between you two.

"He didn't tell me anything, I saw him bribing the guard here and taking away the dangerous daimyo you kept here. They made a pact, Kenshin, they're poisoning today's feast."

You see Kenshin's eyebrows form into a frown as he calls up someone and orders them off to a few tasks and within a few minutes he had sorted everything out.

"You're right, they did catch the daimyo in the kitchen. Thanks for keeping an eye out MC, but this still doesn't explain why you were this worried....Am I not your enemy?? You'd surely want me to die"-

"Don't say that! Kenshin how could I hate you. You saved my life, you constantly tried to find ways to keep me smiling. I can never see you as an enemy Kenshin...cause I-I"-

"You what? Finish your sentence."

"I have fallen in love with you."

Mitsuhide Akechi :

So his little mouse was worried for their little baby that was soon due.

When you address your worries to him, and tell him that you were scared what would happen to the baby you see his smile fall down a little-

"MC, children and women dying during childbirth is very common in this era, I wouldn't tell you otherwise because you know the truth. But I have seen you, you are a very strong woman and I believe that nothing will happen to you. You will give birth to a beautiful baby and you will be there for the baby." Mitsuhide cradles you in his arms and places soft kisses on your temple.

"Hopefully I am able to do what you said Mitsuhide, I'm excited for our baby and I want to see you play with them all day". You smile at your husband and share a kiss with him.

"I look forward to that too, my love"

How did you manage to change a smirking fox to an adorable husband, you didn't know but you were glad that your fox was with you and you wouldn't trade him for the world.

Mitsuhide acting on his promise, sticks with you throughout your labour and god it was so worth it but the maids later transferred you two to another clean room as they bathed the baby.

Suddenly Mitsuhide asks you a weird question-

"Little mouse, are there two bundles in the midwife's arms?"

Little did he know he wasn't going to be blessed with one but two boys.

Sasuke Sarutobi :

A little fight you and Sasuke had, transcended into you two not taking for a few days and at this point you wondered where you went wrong.

Sasuke had tried multiple times to apologise but you locked yourself up in your room and were giving him the cold shoulder. Partly thinking if one of your actions were the reason Sasuke got mad.

You shutting yourself up in your room phase had gotten so bad that even Kenshin was now a little worried for you, but he'd never admit that.

"Should I go apologize to him, but he started the fight didn't he? Does he love me anymore, wait....what if he found someone new?" Thinking these thoughts you run to Sasuke's room and see him pacing around saying something you couldn't really decipher-

"Galelio's Telescope, why did shout at my kawai waifu like that, she must be so mad right now. The only way I can make her happy is by feeding her now. Yes, yes that is what I shall do".

Let's just say that you went back to your room after hearing that and later at night, Sasuke came in through your ceiling and bowed like a man asking for mercy as he presented Masamune's freshly made sweets to you.

"Wait, did Shingen-sama eat a few of these sweeets, cause I swear there were a few more here"

Yukimura Sanada :

You and Yukimura were newly married as a sign of an alliance Shingen made with a daimyo.

Everything was going fine until you gave too much thought about your and Yuki's relationship and wondered that if he could ever love you.

Of course he notices it and one day after dinner he traps you in a corner and asks you what was wrong.

"MC, you've been avoiding my eyes all day. Is there anything wrong?, You know you can tell me, right?"

(Oh dear Yuki how do we tell you that the problem is you)

"Nothing, nothing really I'm just feeling a bit out of the weather", you lie, hoping that he'd let the conversation go.

"But you've been in your room locked up everyday and you barely ate anything at dinner today, I don't think it's anything small", the warlord thinks to himself and then comes up with a brilliant idea.

"How about you sleep with me tonight, I-I don't mean it in that way. Shingen-sama stop laughing! I could look after you that way dummy, we don't want you sick."

The red in your cheeks speaks for you as he whisks you to his room and suddenly he has you pinned down on the futon.

"You bet I didn't know what you were thinking right? Well you're wrong and I'm going to prove that to you."

Yes, yes he proves it to you. He proves it to you so good that you were now ensured that he was addicted to you and only you.

Do drop by Shingen's room later, he'd want to know how it went. (>ω^)

@spoopy-fish-writes your pfp cute af