#marked head to toe (kenshin uesugi x reader)

[lordsisterxotome]

𝓘𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 18+ 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂. 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓝𝓘!!!🔞

Day 1: Blindfolded (Oliver Knight x Reader)

        ↳  Guided masturbation | Temperature play & “Try not to make a mess”

Day 2: Good Morning (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

        ↳  Somnophilia | Cockwarming

Day 3: Like It, Love It (Gavin x Reader)

        ↳  Sexy lingerie | Not wearing lingerie & “Do you need me to stretch you out first?”

Day 4: Bathtime Angel (Vincent van Gogh x Reader)

        ↳ Shower sex | Bathtub sex

Day 5: Apple Spice (Isaac Newton x Reader)

        ↳ Scent kink | Accidental stimulation

Day 6: Good Boy (Charles Henri Sanson x Reader)

        ↳ Pet play | Dry humping

Day 7: Begging for Mercy, Begging for More (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

        ↳ “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?”

Day 8: Indiscreet (Leon Dompteur x Reader)

        ↳ Touching under the table | Bend over the table

Day 9: Encompassed (Takeda Shingen x Reader)

        ↳ Size difference kink | Switching & “Do you know how hot you look right now? It’s really distracting.”

Day 10: Backstage Devil (William Shakespeare x Reader)

        ↳ Public sex | Exhibitionism

Day 11: On Your Heels (Masamune Date x Reader)

        ↳ Fear play | Predator & prey & “I don’t want you to be gentle with me.”

Day 12: Master (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader)

         ↳ Maid/butler fetish | Glove kink & “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

Day 13: Vampiric Domination (Le Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader)

        ↳ Voyeurism | Mirror sex & “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

Day 14: Late Nights (Ray Blackwell x Reader)

        ↳ Striptease | Clothed sex

Day 15: A Lover’s Hand (Leonardo da Vinci x Reader)

        ↳ “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

Day 16: Making a Meal Out of You (Sirius Oswald x Reader)

        ↳ “No, no this is about you. Lay back and enjoy.”

Day 17: A King of Gold Silk and Rubies (Lancelot Kingsley x Reader)

        ↳ Against the wall | Uniform kink & “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tease me like that?”

Day 18: Naughty (Yves Kloss x Reader)

        ↳ Nipple chains | Nipple play

Day 19: Marked Head to Toe (Kenshin Uesugi x Reader)

        ↳ Biting/Marking | Hair pulling

Day 20: Fool (Victor x Reader)

        ↳ Vanilla | Aftercare

Day 21: Giving in to the Love (Jean d’Arc x Reader)

        ↳ First time | Inexperienced character & “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

Day 22: Whirlwind (Fenrir Godspeed x Reader)

        ↳ “God, give me the patience to wait until we’re home.”

Day 23: I Love You (Rio Ortiz x Reader)

        ↳ “We don’t have the time to take this to bed.” “Who said it has to be in bed?”

Day 24: Another (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

        ↳ Creampie | Breeding & “Fuck me, ravish me, just do something already!”

Day 25: Precious (Shaw x Reader)

        ↳ “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

Day 26: Manners of a Gentle Demon (Edgar Bright x Reader)

        ↳ Knife play & “Doing this feels dirty…” “Because it is.”

Day 27: Nectar (Yukimura Sanada x Reader)

        ↳ Face sitting | Deep throating

Day 28: The Suitor (Theodorus van Gogh x Reader)

        ↳ “Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.

Day 29: Indulging (Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader)

        ↳ Body worship | Massage

Day 30: Coming soon!

        ↳ Sensory deprivation | Begging

Day 31: Coming soon!

        ↳ Sexual roleplay | Supernatural traits

[anna-the-undertaker]

La Volpe

Ex criminal/thief MC

Mitsuhide x  MC

Reader insert

At Azuchi…

The Warlords sat in the audience chamber, all wearing grim expressions, each with differing severity.

“Lord Nobunaga,” Hideyoshi began. “What do you plan to do?”

His face was a mixture of worry and anger, but Nobunaga just smiled cockily even though everyone present could tell that he was enraged himself.

“We will do nothing,” his grin widened.

Mitsunari’s concerned voice flitted through the room, “They likely knew that we don’t currently have the resources or numbers to take Kasugayama with kennyo’s threat pressing against us.”

Masamune punched the tatami mat as hard as he could, “I’m going to kill them,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Send me to get her back and I’ll bring back the heads of all of them.”

Ieyasu scoffed, “That’s suicide. What good are you dead? All we can do for now is hope she can hold out until we have a plan.”

There was worry written in the blonds eyes, along with an ever present fury.

“Mitsuhide,” Nobunaga called.

“Yes, my lord?” Mitsuhide smiled, keeping his calm facade even though he was seething on the inside.

“Find out what's happening in Kasugayama and if our Fireball is still alive.”

The Kitsune’s smile widened, a gleam in his eyes, “As you command, my lord.”

Mitsuhide’s eyes hardened as soon as he was out of the room. If anything had happened to (y/n)… The Kitsune would stop at nothing to bring Kasugayama to its knees. Come Hell or high water, he would find a way to get his Little Mouse back. 

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A week later…

There was a commotion at the front gate. Vassal’s were scrambling as a single horse and rider came bursting through the courtyard wearing a suit of Uesugi armor. 

Coming to a sudden halt, the rider fell from the saddle, hitting the ground hard. They pushed themself up, sitting back on their knees, a growl of pain gritting through clenched teeth. Soldiers surrounded them as they removed their helmet, letting hair come falling down their back and revealing their face. 

“It’s the Princess!” One of the vassals shouted as they rushed to pull you up and bring you inside. “Someone go alert the lords! And bring Lord Ieyasu quickly! She’s injured!”

The castle was now buzzing as vassals and servants alike rushed about to have everything prepared as the Warlords arrived just in time to see the state you were in and their eyes widened.

 An arrow protruded from your shoulder and thigh, a ripped piece of fabric tied hastily above the leg wound to slow the blood flow. Sweat doused your skin along with dirt and grime that covered you from head to toe. Blood had soaked into the pale blue armor turning it purple, almost black. There were bags under your eyes so deep it looked like you hadn’t eaten or slept in days and a cut that ran across your cheek and lip. 

The Vassals ushered you into your room with Ieyasu hot on their hills, supplies piled in his arms before pushing them out and slamming the door shut.

“What the hell happened to you?” he demanded as he sat you down as gently as he could and began pulling the armor off, cutting the fabric without agitating your wounds. 

Your pain and exhaustion took away all your inhibitions and made your tongue sharper than before, “Isn’t it fucking obvious? I escaped. I thought you were smarter than this.”

Normally he would retort but at the moment he just let it go. His panicked mind held back any and all words other than asking how.

“That can be explained later,” you spat. “For now, just get these damn arrows out!”

He removed the last bit of clothing leaving you in the fabric you had used to bind your breasts and trousers after cutting an opening to expose the arrow in your leg.

His eyes widened at the sight before him. Elbow to neck was covered in colorful designs that flowed towards the chest. Your entire back was covered as well, depicting a red fox along with other designs surrounding it. 

He was brought out of his stupor by the shivering that began racking your body. Placing a hand on your shoulder to hold you steady, he began feeling around the wounds. They had become feverish, hot to the touch and swollen, red streaks flowing over the affected areas. All he could think was that you were lucky that infection had not set in yet as he set to work. A mumbled apology fell from his lips as he pulled the arrow free and a scream tore from your throat.

He finally emerged some hours later, a tired sigh escaping his lips. The other Warlords were there waiting for him as he instructed some of the maids to have some light food prepared for when you woke up.

“What is her condition, Ieyasu?”

The blond’s green eyes locked onto Nobunaga’s carnelian ones, “See for yourself,” he huffed. “She’s asleep for now but she is going to need to be on bed rest for her wounds to heal. (Y/n) claims that she escaped though I can’t hazard a guess as to how.”

Mitsuhide rounded the corner with his customary grin, “The intelligence I’ve gathered can confirm that. All of Kasugayama is in chaos thanks to our little Chatelaine. However, the only way we will know what she did is when she tells us.”

Nobunaga came forward with the others close behind to peek into the room. You were rolled over onto your side, your kimono hanging half off showing off the wrapping around your shoulder and exposing part of your back piece. Their reactions were similar to Ieyasu’s when he first saw it with only Nobunaga and Mitsuhide keeping a straight face. They closed the door now that their concerns were put at ease and left you to rest.

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A few days passed before you were able to move around but when you were finally well enough a banquet was held to celebrate your return. Masamune had made all of your favorite dishes and everyone seemed to be in high spirits.

Nobunaga sat upon his dais watching you with a large grin, “Fireball, I order you to tell me what those colored markings on your skin mean.”

A sad smile graced your lips from behind your sake cup, “They are called tattoos, ink pushed under the skin with needles and are a symbol of what I once was and that I have paid off my debt.”

Many brows raised in response before Mitsunari spoke up, “What do you mean?”

You downed the rest of your sake in one go and sat the cup down, “We all have parts of our pasts that we have left behind, but if you must know, I was a street rat. I had to steal food in order to eat and I had no home until a group of criminals took me in. In return for saving me from starvation the leader had me work for them. They taught me how to steal and with every completed job they added more ink to my skin until I was finally allowed to leave.”

Ieyasu laughed, “You’ve never struck me as a professional criminal.”

“That’s what made me so good at it. I looked unassuming and could blend in with the crowds with ease. Distract some guards while the others grabbed the goods or I would scope out our target. Eventually I was best among them and they were sending me out on my own. They called me La Volpe,” you poured yourself another cup. “That means ‘the fox’. I guess Mitsuhide and I share a nickname. What do you have to say about that, Kitsune?”

The look of pure surprise on the man's face was priceless, sending you, Masamune, and Nobunaga himself into a fit of laughter. 

He quickly fixed his expression with a smirk, “And you were never caught?”

“No. It isn’t difficult to change your appearance so that no one recognizes you. Cutting your hair and changing clothes are often enough, and hiding a feminine physique is easy with the right bindings.”

“Is that how you escaped Kasugayama?” Hideyoshi questioned.

You chuckled wryly, “Partly.”

“Explain,” Nobunaga commanded.

After taking another sip of your drink you sat up straight, “I used the first two days to memorize the guard shifts and took note of the one that was closest to my size, then waited till both kenshin and Shingen were out of the castle.”

“What does that have to do with how you escaped?” Ieyasu grumbled.

 “With both of them in the castle, it would have been next to impossible for me to escape alive. The Uesugi-Takeda are under the impression that I am Nobunaga’s concubine so I used it to my advantage,” you rolled your eyes and laughed. “I’ll make this simple for all of you, all men are willing to believe two things about a woman: One, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive. Naturally, I played the terrified girl and lured the guard into my cell before knocking him out and stealing his armor then locked him inside after tying him up and gagging him. I was already at the stables by the time they realized what had happened and they gave chase. Which is why I ended up as a pincushion.”

“Damn lass,” Masamune was laughing hard. “Who knew you were such a badass!”

 “Honestly, if it weren’t for the horse riding lessons from you and Mitsuhide, I wouldn’t have made it back here alive. So thank you.”

“Maybe we should have you working for Mitsuhide instead of acting as our Chatelaine.”

You waved him off and smirked, “No, that part of my life is over. I’m fine with where I am. However, I’d be happy to teach some of the vassals what I know.”

Conversation flowed smoothly after that. You were glad to just sit back and watch as everyone smiled amongst each another. Happiness surrounded you as your eyes softened.

“Well, well, Little Mouse, you look splendidly content. Or should I call you Little Fox now?” Mitsuhide teased as he took a seat next to you.

You chuckled, “You may call me whatever you like, Kitsune.” 

You both fell into a comfortable silence and you started to doze off. Your head began to fall forward when Mitsuhide pulled you closer and laid your head in his lap. His fingers ran through your hair, a softness he only showed to you covered his features as he gazed down at your sleeping form. He still had plans to cause more chaos for the Uesugi-Takeda, but for now he settled for watching over you. 

His gaze lifted back up to the others when he caught sight of Nobunaga smirking at him knowingly. The Devil King lifted his cup, his voice echoing over the chatter. 

“A toast to our Chatelaine, our resident Red Fox.”

They all raised their cups quietly having noticed you were now fast asleep. The kitsune smiled as he lifted you up and left the room, making his way to yours. He placed a kiss on your brow, “Welcome home, (y/n).”