#🐉 Anon

[jaylaxies]

I must grace y’all w another one

https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a7784b6cbd31ed0642346cec622aa58/414e21dee6b99997-fc/1affb97a347d979174c04065534f4ea222dd7938.mp3

GENUINELY DIED LISTENING TO THIS 😵‍💫 IT’LL MAKE YOUR PUSSY THROB,, I just love whimpering praising Jake so much 🥴

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link!

jake calling you his good girl while fucking you deep, moaning right beside your ear, biting the earlobe gently as he whimpers and praises you for being so good to him, his thrusts getting sloppier as you both reach your high, eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation of his cock twitching inside your clenching walls before he empties his cum inside your cunt <3

#🐉 anon #how do you find such audios oh god i love this #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut

[enden-k]

YOUN! YOUN! WHY YOUR BRAIN SO BIG!

Assuming you made the cutout lower then it actually is ingame (my brain is mushy and i cant remember)

Everyone loves big man tits but actually grabbable waists to show of is such a goal for me. Waaa you make me fall in love so much with Ratio 🤤💙

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i didnt lower anything bc the cutout exposes his entire sides and its so... 🥰🥰🥰🥰

i just added an additional strap around his waist for stability bc unless its a body suit, this tight ass top will curl and untuck for sure (unless theres more straps to keep it in place)

this is what i imagine (body suit or straps)

#if i dont have proper ref yet or cant rotate him around yet ill just go with my imagination and knowledge from my fashion design phase and #some experiences from wearing such stuff myself hhfg #reply #sketch #🐉 anon

[vampcubus]

Can’t stop thinking about constantly playing with Kyojuro’s hair whether brushing through his fiery locks on a sunny day while both of you rest under a tree with his head in your lap or tugging a fist full to get him to look at you while he begs and moans to let him cum again. Safe to say I really love his hair lol

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mhm yup that'll do it 🥴

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro, dom!reader, hair pulling, implied overstim, orgasm delay, begging, outdoor handjob.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 : 0.4k+

Kyojuro likes his hair touched a great deal, so he'd be content to lay with his head in your lap and let you play with it for hours. It's therapeutic for both of you.

But right now, he's got his face buried in your neck, your backs pressesd to a shady tree that shields you both from view. You’re shoulder to shoulder, and your hand pumps his cock at a leisurely pace, squeezing near the base and swiping a thumb over the sensitive head every now and then. Kyojuro's doing his best to keep his voice down, but his whimpers vibrate against your skin nonetheless. His eyes are squeezed shut and his thick brows are creased in concentration as you jerk him, hand sticky with his previous release, making his cock nice and slippery for you.

He's oversensitive but greedy, hips fucking his cock into the tight tunnel your hand provides. Fuck, he feels like he's going to burst again already. And of course, you can feel it; how his thighs squirm inward and tremble slightly, the reddish tip leaking nonstop.

"Don't tell me you plan to cum without my permission again, kyo," you hum, but he hardly hears you over his rapid heartbeat pounding in his ears and the sinful squelching of your hand over his cock. All he can manage is a whine. "Hellooo~ anybody home? Are you listening or have I turned you into a dumb drooling slut already?"

"I-I'm, puh-please, my love- ahh. Let me, let me... fuck!" Kyojuro hisses through his teeth when your hand clamps around the base of his dick, preventing him from spilling prematurely. He whimpers pathetically, muttering pleases against your throat.

"What's that? I can't hear you when you mumble." You let out a displeased tut, fingers tangling in his hair close to the scalp to yank his head back. Kyojuro gasps out a moan, cock twitching in your fist. He has this fucked-out expression on his face that makes your insides clench, delighting in the drool that drips from the corner of his pretty lips.

"Please, may I cum again? Wanna cum for you!" He cries out finally, hips squirming as he feels his orgasm slipping, making him frantic to chase it again.

"You only get this desperate for me, huh baby?"

"Yes, gods yes. You're the only one th-that makes me like this, that makes me feel this good.”

"Good answer!” You coo affectionately, swinging a leg over his lap to sit on his thighs. You release his hair to wrap both hands around his impressive length and start stroking him again, keeping your grip tight and twisting your hands in such a way that throws him right back onto the edge. “Cum for me, Kyojuro. You have my permission.”

He moans, head thumping against the tree, wild flaxen locks tossing with the motion. “Thank you, th-thank you-!”

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #🐉 anon #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku x reader #sub rengoku #sub kyojuro #dom!reader #dom reader #sub kny #n/sfw #sub!rengoku

[spirit-lanterns]

Let's give my girl Fu Xuan some love, i also want to play with her joystick ☹️

🐉

Oughhh playing with Fu Xuan’s joystick 😵‍💫

As mentioned in my dick tierlist, I see Fu Xuan’s dick being on the tinier side, but it’s so cute and sensitive it really doesn’t matter on what size she has! You could wrap your entire hand around the shaft of her cock, and easily enclose around it while Fu Xuan gasps and writhes in her seat. I see her as someone who is extremely sensitive to even the slightest touches from her partner, so expect her to buck her hips almost immediately when your hand is encased around her <3

Oh also, Fu Xuan’s “joystick” produces the cutest squirts of cum when she orgasms. She gets so embarrassed and shy when she cums a bit too quickly, but that is easily turned into arousal once more, as all you need to do is worship her cock and plant small little kisses all around the base to the tip. Fu Xuan goes absolutely crazy over that, so expect her to cum again after a few minutes of just blissful touching and handling…

#🕯️spirit box #🐉 anon #fu xuan smut

[muffinsin]

Would you be willing to write a fic of G!P Cassandra x fem! Reader x G!P Donna? Maybe the reader had been teasing the both of them all day and the second the three of them are alone Donna and Cassandra mercilessly fuck the Reader as punishment?

(I sure hope the 🐉 anon position isn’t taken because it’s mine now >:)

This has been in my inbox far too long y’all, glad I get to write it out at last- it’s been so long RIP me is sorry. Not 100% with it buuuuut ye

Let’s get into it!👀

Masterlists

You feel shivers run down your spine the second Daniela gets up to leave. You’re all too aware that she is the only reason your two owners, Donna and Cassandra, haven’t taken you yet.

Perhaps, you deserve it.

Perhaps, you shouldn’t expect anything but rough treatment when you’ve been teasing them all day. You know, you’ve been an insufferable brat today. A part of you yearns for the roughness you know you will receive from the other two women.

You gasp audibly when you feel Cassandra grip your upper thigh tightly as she shoots her sister a smile. You know, her patience is running out.

And she isn’t the only one.

You watch as Daniela is practically led to the door by a small minion of short dolls pushing up against her legs and tugging her forth to the doorway. Donna’s hand moves, and you tense up when it rests on your other upper thigh.

It looks almost cute, your two mistresses grabbing one thigh each, their fingertips digging into your skin. Cassandra’s strong, large hand on you, and Donna’s precise, veiny and well trained one.

They both smile with false gentleness as the youngest Dimitrescu sister exits the house, and the moment the door slaps shut with a heavy push from a doll, their smiles falter and turn to angry frowns.

You gasp when they each tug their hand, fingers digging into your skin as your thighs are pulled apart. You whimper , dressed in one of the dresses Donna has made for you. It’s long, and has so far done a good job at keeping your naughty little secret hidden.

Or so you thought.

Yet, when Cassandra inhales and growls quietly, your eyes widen in realization. Did you truly think you could keep it from her?

With a sharp tug your dress is pulled up, and your cheeks burn crimson as both hands on your thighs tighten their grip. You’re entirely exposed to them, the lack of underwear allowing the two dominant women to see your dripping wet core, glistening and practically calling out to them.

You feel Cassandra push up against your neck, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin found there. You shiver when you soon feel knife-sharp edges snd tips of teeth drag against you.

You only realize your eyes have closed when you open them up again, wide and surprised at the sudden feeling between your spread legs.

You can only squeak in embarrassment and shock when you suddenly two fingers are pushed roughly inside of you. Your hips automatically buck up and a harsh whimper and shriek is pulled from you when the dangerously sharp teeth at your neck dig in at last.

You whine as the skilled fingers curl within you, but before the pleasure can even sink in properly, Donna pulls her arm back already. You watch through lidded eyes as she raises her fingers, soaked in your arousal, to her face, and feel as though your world is spinning when she sucks her index finger into her mouth.

You whimper again at a particularly sharp jab of pain to your throat, a single tear sliding from your eye as you see blood trickle down your front, stemming from your neck.

Your eyes are wide and you feel lightheaded when Donna’s soaked index finger is presented to you. An offer? No. A silent command. You eye the finger hungrily, eager to feel your own wetness up against your tongue.

However, you have dug your own grave already. Might as well dig deeper.

Her gaze turns colder, harsher, when you merely press your lips together and a self satisfied grin is shot her way. Something dangerous flashes in her dark eye for a mere moment.

“You’re being naughty today, bella”, she hums, and your head spins yet again at the raspiness of her voice.

You flinch as her free hand shoots up from your thigh, a surprised whimper pulled from you when it grasps your jaw tightly.

For a moment, you think to deny her. To embrace the painful ache of her fingers pressing into your skin. Then, her grasp tightens and with a cry, your lips part and mouth falls open for your lover.

“Keep misbehaving”, Cassandra hums against your throat. She dares you to.

You shiver again, your clit aching and your nipples hardening when you feel her lick across your neck eagerly.

Donna’s middle finger is pressed to your tongue, her grip on you harsh, her gaze even more so. She’s smirking slightly at your helpless moans and whimpers, and relishes in your pathetic gagging whenever she pushes too far back.

Upon adverting your eyes, you find the very obvious tents in both women’s dresses. Cassandra’s, twitching and intimidating in width, and Donna’s, large and capable of taking your ability to walk.

“What, got nothing to say, morsel?”, Cassandra taunts, her teeth gently clasping down on your injured neck again. “You had so much to say earlier, little lamb. When you teased us like a little slut”, she hums, a low chuckle coming from her at the increase of your heart rate.

You whine when your jaw is released and Donna pulls back, your eyes curiously following the woman just when she stands up in front of you.

“She’s going to be a good girl now. Won’t you, flower?”

You feel shivers run down your spine at the older woman’s voice. Eagerly, you nod. It’s as though all words have died on your tongue.

You feel fingertips run from your thigh to your pussy, strong, and eager- Cassandra’s. Unlike Donna, she doesn’t enter you with them, however.

Instead you find yourself shrieking and jumping when her palm slaps against your cunt, unforgiving and aimed at your clit. You jerk away at the sudden pain, your thighs clasping close around the woman’s wrist.

Of course, she immediately corrects this by pushing your thighs apart again and trapping one of them with her own.

Your mouth waters as Donna’s dress is practically torn off by the woman, your own body on fire at the sight of hers. Creamy, olive skin is revealed inch by inch.

At last, you’re on eye level with her lower stomach, your lips almost perfectly lined up with her long cock. You squeak when Cassandra’s hand comes up again and your jaw is forced open yet again.

This time, for your dollmaker.

The woman only watches you, her dark eye unchanged and her emotions shrouded.

You feel her tip push up against your tongue, the soft, pink head large against your skin. With a single thrust, she buries herself completely inside.

Your eyes close automatically and your thighs jerk when you feel both, Donna’s cock in your mouth, and Cassandra’s fingers between your legs push forwards and deep in you.

You whimper and moan, your jaw held tightly in place to prevent any thought of bratting and teasing again. Your throat is tight around the cock fucking it, and it’s making both yours and Donna’s head spin.

You hear her panting, loud and breathless, as her hips thrust back and forth wildly. Your pussy clenches around Cassandra’s fingers. Soaking in the pleasure, you can’t help but allow your slightly shaky hand to slide across her thigh.

You find the bulge in her dress easily and grin as much as your spread open lips allow you to when you squeeze and draw a groan from her. Warm blood dries at your neck as wetness drips from you and coats her fingers throughout.

“You’re tight”, Cassandra hums, a maniacal laughter passing her lips when her tongue drags against your throat. You feel it bulge with Donna’s cock, and know she does too. Your hips buck up when fingers curl within you and a tongue drags over the obvious bulge in your throat and mouth.

“She’s soaked”, Cassandra taunts, her own hips grinding to push her bulge up against your hand.

You whimper when your pleasure ends all too fast already as she retracts her fingers from you. Even through teary eyes you see them glistening in the corner of your eye. Your wetness, slick against the two digits that have been rammed into you, coating them from her nail to the knuckle.

You shriek when she suddenly turns you, as if she ran out of patience. You’re left kneeling over, your eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open, tears running down your cheeks from the constant gagging. Donna feels even deeper in you.

Your dress is tugged up around your hips and your thighs are spread wide. You groan around the large cock pushing in and out of your mouth, your vision blurry. You smell Donna, the perfume and scent of flowers and fresh wood that sticks to her.

Then, you feel another cock, wider, stronger, push up against your sensitive clit. You whimper as Cassandra thrusts herself along your pussy, as though collecting all the wetness that so easily drips from you.

Once, twice, three, four times. Antagonizing you, teasing you. You feel her thick head and shaft against you, long soaked in your wetness. Drool sticks to your chin and Donna’s cock, so much it begins to slide down and drip from her balls.

“Mhmm, open up, morsel”, comes Cassandra’s command at last, spoken lowly, so you barely hear it over the slapping of Donna’s balls against your chin and her panting above you.

Eagerly so, you spread your legs wider, and grasp onto your girlfriend’s hips when Cassandra pushes herself inside.

You moan around her cock, the tears running down your cheeks causing both of your partners to moan and gasp. Your pussy aches and clenches around Cassandra, and you shiver as you feel her tremble and twitch in you.

“Fuck..she’s so…tight!”, she groans, and you feel Donna’s balls twitch slightly and her hips jerk against you at the words spoken so breathlessly and hotly.

With the cock thrusting in and out of you fast and Cassandra’s fingers and nails digging into your hips, you barely notice your lover approaching her orgasm until you feel warm, white seed shot in your mouth and down your throat.

Your eyes widen and the younger brunette gasps at the feeling of you tightening around her cock. She groans, her hips aching and burning as she moves.

You gulp down the cum shot down your throat, your eyes closed and lips shut tightly around the wet cock.

When it slips from you, you gasp for breath. You still taste it on your tongue, and feel as if it still sticks to the back of your throat.

You shriek when Donna pushes you backwards, Cassandra’s low and surprised gasp husky in your ear.

You shiver as you feel her sink deeper inside of you, your ass pushed up against her after being pushed in her lap.

Donna cups your jaw, as though loving as her fingers slide over Cassandra’s.

“Mhmm….exquisite…”

You shiver, your mouth at last clasping shut when your jaw is let go of.

You gasp when the fingers at your hips dig in harsher, Cassandra’s lips attached to your neck once again as she forces your body up and down on her. She groans, her body practically thrumming with want, her cock twitching and dripping precum inside.

You feel Donna tugging down your dress at the top and blush lightly at the feel of the fabric being pulled down and your breast being exposed to the warm air of the room.

For a moment, you believe you are granted a break. Then, Cassandra’s hips snap up again, and you’re rocked in her lap with every thrust deep inside of you.

“A-Ah, Cass!”, you shriek at a particularly hard thrust upwards.

Your breasts bounce freely, your nipples captured by skilled fingers. Donna breathes lowly, her cock nearly erect once again at the arousing sight of Cassandra’s cock inside of you. Equally, she watches your wetness drip down to her base and to her balls.

As the rough use of your body continues, you feel yourself nearing your orgasm faster and faster. You’re shaking and shivering, your hands digging into the soft skin at Donna’s hips.

You hiss when cold, precise fingers grope your dangling breasts, squeezing and tugging, pushing them up against one another.

You feel her cock slide up between them, the muscle slick with drool and cum. When you look up, you’re met with a dark, nearly entirely black eye staring down at you hungrily.

Your thighs shake and your eyes struggle to stay open, each thrust into you and between your breasts making you feel more and more riled up.

You understand, this is how riled up they must have been from your constant teasing throughout the day.

Your eyes squeeze shut when Cassandra’s lips push up against your ear, her voice almost soft and hushed in your ear.

“Do you want to cum, morsel?”, she teases, a sly smirk displayed on her lips.

You nod fast, your mouth dry and your pussy sore as it grips her and coats her in more and more cream and wetness.

Judging by the laughter coming from both women, you can tell this won’t do at all.

You attempt to catch your breath, your moans turning to little whimpers as you struggle out: “Ple-ease le-t me cu-cum, Mis-tress”, you beg, your head thrown back against her shoulder.

More breathless laughter and coos come from them.

You feel Cassandra’s nails in you, her hips bucking up at an almost punishing pace. Your orgasm is near, and you know, theirs is too.

Breathless moans and little “Ah!”’s slip from you, your hands moving to cling to Donna’s thighs instead.

You feel the soft, olive skin beneath your fingertips and almost become more aware of the harder, pale skin underneath you.

When your nipples are tugged and teased, you feel yourself nearly topple over the edge.

“Please! Ple-eaAAh! Please!”, you beg, your dry throat burning with the strain to bring out your words.

You’re met with moans and hums, kisses and groping hands. When they both kiss their way to your lips, you feel a breathy permission whispered against them.

You don’t need to be told twice at all, your body spasming and your pussy tightening around Cassandra. You feel her deep within you and as you scream your release, you feel Donna’s thick cum slap against your chest.

You smile as you pant, your chest heaving and thighs shaking when Cassandra pulls out enough to cover your ass cheeks as she too reaches her high.

#cassandra dimitrescu #donna beneviento #🐉 anon #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #i’m so tired rip

[heyiwrotesomethings]

🐉 anon here! I hope you're doing alright! I hope these request won't be too much! Would it be okay if you wrote about Shinobu with a s/o, she/her, who has that dragon tattoo? Possibly a criminal syndicate but wants to leave her family because of how bad they have gotten! The family found her at a younge age and took her in, becoming the imitating woman she is. But what her boss asks of her is too much and not what she wants to do. So she tries to leave and stagger away from the family, meeting Shinobu in the process! She would be seen as a monster, but she really does have a good heart. Maybe even a slow burn with Shinobu? Those are my favorites! While she stays or keeps meeting Shinobu, the family finds her and roughs her up, she kicks thier ass but ends up being taking down. The boss would come in and try to cut her pinkie off, but Shinobu comes in being the badass queen that she is and deals with him herself, and saves her s/o, with a happy ending! Again, I hope this isn't too much to ask! I love your work!

What Is Right

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Here you go, sorry it took so long! I hope it’s alright, I am having trouble with the December requests that are left. 😫 Word Count: 5,640

“Aniki, are you sure about this? Is there really no other way?”

“Of course not,” Akira scrutinized his adopted younger sister, put off by her reluctance, “That cowardly man’s betrayal killed my father, our father.” He hissed, crushing the remains of his cigarette in his hand, ignoring the burn.

“Then, if it’s absolutely necessary, shouldn’t it just be him who has to pay?” (Y/n) risked speaking out against him yet again, “Why kill his family, but leave him be?”

“It sends a message!” Akira shouted, “He’ll know not to fuck with us again. He’ll be forced to confront what he took from me, us. Don’t you understand, (Y/n)? That’s why I’m telling you this.” He grasped her shoulder a little to tightly to be friendly or comforting. “I’m trusting you to bring honor back to this family. That dragon tattoo on your back isn’t just for show, its supposed to mean something. It’s what unites all of us. Otosan loved you like you were his own flesh and blood. If you want this band of misfits, your family, to continue to have a legacy, you will do this.”

“But, they’re only little kids. Not even his wife knows the shady shit he’s dealing in. And it’s not just that… we’ve been pushing away our allies with the decisions you’ve been making in Otosan’s stead—“

“Do you think this is easy?!” Akira shouted again, getting in (Y/n)’s face, she stayed remarkably calm despite this, “I was chosen to make the choices that no one else has the guts to make! This is what has to be done!”

“I just can’t do it, Aniki.” (Y/n) shook her head, “It’s more than and eye for an eye to me. I think you’re asking for too much.”

“You either do this, or you will be marked as a scourge on this family. The family that gave you everything when you had nothing. You think you repaid us for that debt yet?” He asked coldly.

“I doubt I ever could.” (Y/n) murmured, focusing on her breathing to keep a calm appearance, “I’ll… prepare then.”

Akira searched her eyes for a long moment before straightening up again, “Good. Go on, then. I expect results. You have a week.”

“Very well.” (Y/n) bowed before the young man who had used to be so carefree, then got up and took her leave.

***

It had been a couple days since (Y/n) had that meeting with Akira, and she had yet to carry out her mission. She had shadowed the happily unaware family in that time, and it only made the reality of what she had to do even harder.

She was running out of time, only a few more days before her once beloved Aniki would call her back and put her through god knows what for disobeying him. So she decided to do what any decent person tasked with killing a burgeoning family would do, and got wasted. If she couldn’t do it sober, perhaps she could do it drunk.

But of course that plan went south quickly. Instead of gearing herself up for a bloodbath she was drunkenly sobbing in the izakaya. She had never had to kill anyone before, hustle and intimidate, rough-up, sure, but never with the intent to irreversibly maim or kill. The very public moral dilemma (Y/n) was having was finally brought outside when the owner of the establishment cut her off and sent on her way, leaving her to drunkenly stumble down the road alone.

She barely knew where she was, but that didn’t stop her from picking a direction and lumbering away. She didn’t really care where she’d end up. She wasn’t going to be welcomed back to the family unless she had carried out her job, and she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew she’d never be able to go through with it.

“What am I supposed to do?”

Her foot rolled over a pebble as she said this and unable to correct herself, she fell sideways, half in the path, half in the woods. Instead of attempting to get up, she just laid there. Not long after her tumble, she heard the crunch of gravel from the main path, the sound eventually coming to a stop right where she had fallen.

“Oh dear, have we had a little too much to drink tonight?”

(Y/n) managed to sit up on her elbows a bit so she could peer back into the path and her breath caught in her throat. Standing over her was a downright ethereal woman. Oh no, had she hit her head on a jagged rock on the way down? Had she died? Well, that put an end to one dilemma at least.

“Woah,” She said, oh so eloquently, “beautiful.”

“Oh my, thank you.” She chuckled, causing (Y/n)’s heart to stutter. “Here, give me your hands, let me help you up.”

(Y/n) didn’t need to be asked twice, she took hold of the strangers hands, a little more calloused than she would have imagined, and clumsily rose to her feet, almost falling back down a few times in the process.

“You can hardly even stand up. We had better get you home so you can sleep this off. I hope you will have learned your lesson about such heavy drinking when you wake up with a hangover tomorrow.”

Home… (Y/n) sobered just a bit.

“I, I can’t go home!” (Y/n)’s shoulders drooped and the buzz she had going fell flat, “I have no home to go back to anymore.”

The woman gave her a sympathetic look then seemed to be contemplating something before finally speaking again.

“Then I suppose you can stay with me for the night. It’s too dangerous to be out alone at night sober, much less drunk.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage.”

“Don’t be difficult,” the woman sighed, “either walk with me, or I’ll drag you along. Your choice.”

(Y/n) laughed half-heartedly. “The way my feet keep tripping up you’ll probably have to drag me anyway.”

“I can see that.” She smirked, putting one of (Y/n)’s arms over her shoulders to help her keep her balance.

“My name is (Y/n) by the way.”

“And mine is Shinobu.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Shinobu.”

Shinobu hummed, but did not outwardly share the sentiment and somewhere in (Y/n)’s drunk brain she had the sense to be a bit embarrassed. What a wonderful first impression she had made, laying on the side of the road, drunk off her ass.

“I swear this is not normal behavior for me, you just caught me at a really bad time.”

“I’m not judging you, we all deal with grief in our own ways.” Shinobu told her.

“Grief?”

“Based on the puffiness around your eyes and the way the moon catches on your cheeks, how sore your voice sounds, you have been crying a lot, haven’t you?” She clinically deduced.

Grief… that would be an apt way to describe what (Y/n) had been feeling since her adoptive father had been killed, since everything she thought she knew about her family had crumbled in his absence. How Akira was spiraling in the name of revenge. How heavy and constricting the ink engraved upon her back felt as the days dragged on. How quickly things had changed.

Shinobu led her to an incredible mansion that she couldn’t help but gawk at. The inside was just as impressive. She had half the mind to ask Shinobu if she was a noblewoman, but by the time she had recovered enough to ask, she had already been led to a guest room.

“Drink this water and then rest. I will see you in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Shinobu gave a short nod and smiled before closing the door.

(Y/n) staggered into the cot and fell into a sleep like death mere moments later.

***

The next morning, almost afternoon, actually, (Y/n) awoke with a brain splitting pain. She could hear whispering around her, but they might as well have been screaming. She groaned pitifully and weakly attempted to shield her eyes from the sun.

“Oh! She’s waking up.”

“Is Shinobu-sama’s medicine ready?”

“I have it right here. Excuse me… Can you sit up please? We have medicine for your headache.”

(Y/n) grunted, slowly sitting up and then putting her head in her hands. Her head was swimming and she immediately wanted to lay back down, but a cup of sludgy looking medicine was soon put under her nose.

“Make sure to drink it all.”

“The smell may be off-putting, but it works really well.”

“Once you get some food and water in you, you’ll feel a lot better.”

Beyond the smelly hangover cure, (Y/n) could smell something good enough to make her mouth water. With great resolve, she downed the medicine and suppressed a gag, finally looking up at the three young girls working around her.

“Thanks,” she sighed, “sorry, I’m normally not such a mess.”

“Shinobu-sama said you were going through a difficult time. We aren’t judging.” The girl with pink butterfly clips promised.

“Here,” the girl with pigtails offered her a generous tray of food, “eat up.”

“You’ll feel better in no time.” The girl with braided hair smiled.

“Thank you all so much, really. This is fantastic.” (Y/n) said between bites.

“We will be sure to let Aoi-san know you enjoyed her cooking.” The girls beamed.

As (Y/n) ate, she chatted with the girls, learning all about the Butterfly Estate and all of its inhabitants. She also learned about the mansion’s purpose, to provide shelter and care to the injured. After her meal had settled, (Y/n) felt almost normal. There was still a bit of a dull throbbing in her skull every once in awhile, but given how much she drank the night before, it was amazing how much good that medicine did for her. She didn’t want to go back to her reality. She wished she didn’t have to leave this oasis.

“So, where is Shinobu now? I wanted to thank her before I left.” (Y/n) asked once she helped the girls clean and prepare the room for any new guests that may need it.

“Oh, she had something come up earlier this morning so she couldn’t come by to check on you herself.” Kiyo explained.

“She probably won’t be back until much later in the evening.” Sumi nodded.

“But we will make sure to let her know when she comes back.” Naho promised.

(Y/n)’s shoulders slumped slightly with disappointment. She had made such a poor first impression, she was hoping to end on a good note at least. There was also the fact that every moment (Y/n) was here, was another moment away from facing her reality. Maybe she could stall just a little bit longer.

“I’d really like to tell her myself… ah! What if I helped you guys with your work until she gets back? Would that be alright? Then I could really show my gratitude to you all.”

The girls gave it a little thought, but saw no harm in getting a little extra help for the day, so they happily agreed. (Y/n) spent the rest of the day sweeping, dusting and washing bedding. She was a little clumsy, and bit too rough and almost ripped the sheets she was scrubbing, but she got the hang of it. It was a lot different from the work her adoptive father would give her.

As she worked, she found out there was more to this infirmary than met the eye. She learned about demon slayers and was fascinated by their cause. It all seemed so noble to her, risking their lives to save unaware people like her from demons who roamed the night. She owed Shinobu more than she knew for last night.

When Shinobu came home around dinner time, she was surprised to see her guest was still there and even more surprised when said guest fell to her knees before her, thanking her so thoroughly for her good deed. Stunned, she blinked slowly then worked her mildly surprised expression back into a kind, yet reserved smile.

“Oh my, you are much more chipper than you were last night. Thank you very much, but please stand, there is no need for any of that.”

(Y/n) stood, but let it be known how much Shinobu deserved every second of praise and appreciation. She bowed again, but only at the waist. It was at that point the younger girls decided to chime in, telling Shinobu about all the tasks (Y/n) had helped them with during the day, so of course Shinobu offered to let her stay for dinner as well, and since the sky was darkening, she invited her to stay another night. Before they knew it, an extra night became two, then three, then—

(Y/n) was running out of time. Her week was almost up, just one more day. She had a decision to make, and she wasn’t sure why it had taken her so long to get to this point, as there was only one correct course of action.

Early that morning, she leapt out of bed to make the treck back to the city. She would come back, of course. She promised Shinobu she would fix all of the clunky sliding doors around the mansion today. She silently thanked the stars for the millionth time that she crossed paths, er, fell into the path of such an extraordinary woman. She was going to follow Shinobu’s example and live a life she could be proud of, a life her adoptive father would have been proud of.

“You’re up early.”

(Y/n) nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Shinobu call to her from the engawa, a cup of tea in hand.

“When I told you the doors could wait until the morning, I didn’t mean dawn.” She teased.

“Ah, right, but I’m actually heading to the city. I have some affairs to get in order, but I promise I’ll take care of those doors as soon as I get back.”

“Is that so? Well then, safe travels. Be back before nightfall and stay away from any alcohol while you’re out.”

“I’m telling you that was a one time thing!” (Y/n) said in an exasperated tone.

Shinobu chuckled and (Y/n) smiled despite the jab.

“I’ll be back later in the afternoon, try not to work too hard!” (Y/n) sent Shinobu a wave, then bounded off of the engawa and left the estate grounds.

When she made it to the city, she kept a low profile, staking out a certain home as she had earlier in the week. At this time, the man who had killed her adoptive father with his cowardice and big mouth was busy at his day job while his wife took care of the children at home.

She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. When the wife answered, (Y/n) asked to come inside and explained all that her shady husband had been up to and why it was important for her to take her kids and leave the city as soon as possible.

(Y/n) expected to have to persuade the woman further, force her out the door if necessary, but it seemed she already had her suspicions about her husband’s strange behavior. Hearing gossip about people seeing him in the Red Light District, and him claiming they had barely enough money to make ends meet despite the large amount of money she had found hidden away in the back of one of his drawers. She had been waiting for answers before doing anything rash, but (Y/n) provided her the last bit of incentive she needed to skip town with her kids and take her unfaithful husband’s money with her. Her parents still lived in a little known mountain village a couple weeks journey from the city, they would go there.

(Y/n) helped the woman and her children pack up their most precious belongings and got them a ride that would take them to the city limits where a carriage would be awaiting them next. When (Y/n) saw their car disappear around the corner, she left the crowded city herself, finally allowing herself to really breathe for the first time all week. There was no turning back, but that was fine. She felt so much lighter.

She couldn’t risk showing her face around town any more than she already had today. It wouldn’t take long before her betrayal was discovered and Akira would send the clan after her. What her punishment would be, she was not sure. However, under Akira’s harsh leadership, she was sure it would not be pleasant.

She stomped down the anxiety fluttering within her. She was on a better path now. No more shady shit, she wanted to put her strength to good use. She was going to ask Shinobu about becoming a demon slayer once she returned to the mansion. When she got back and took care of the doors like she promised she would, she did just that and asked Shinobu about becoming a demon slayer. Shinobu didn’t seem surprised by (Y/n)’s interest, but she did try to dissuade her from taking that path. However, with passion and persistence, she did finally manage to get Shinobu to give in and introduce her to a cultivator.

“But… I thought you were going to teach me.” (Y/n) had sheepishly admitted when Shinobu dropped her off on the first day.

“To start all the way at the beginning with the fundamentals of proper swordsmanship and Water Breathing would be… how can I say this kindly… tedious and not worth my time.” She answered with a mischievous smile.

“That didn’t sound kind at all!”

“I’ll tell you what, you do well, and I’ll give you a supplemental lesson here and there.”

“I’ll hold you to it!”

And in the next few months, (Y/n) learned a lot. When the time for the next Final Selection came around, she would be well prepared. Between what the Water Breathing cultivator taught her and what Shinobu refined with her own expertise, she felt confident in what she could accomplish. Maybe a little too confident.

“Can I come with you this time?” (Y/n) asked hopefully as Shinobu packed a light bag of supplies for her mission.

“I will tell you what I always have. You haven’t passed Final Selection yet. It would be unwise to bring you along.” Shinobu said, snapping her small medical kit shut. “I mean no offense when I say this, but I don’t want to have to worry about you while I have to focus on doing my job.”

“Please?”

Shinobu gave (Y/n) a smile that was paired with a look she knew all too well at this point. The ‘I’ll leave you in charge of all the most annoying chores while I’m gone if you keep this up’ look. (Y/n) pouted.

“I don’t get it! Why can’t we have supervised missions? Don’t you think it’s a little extreme to go from training without seeing a single demon, to a several nights of fighting them alone in the woods? I trust that everyone is doing their best to prepare me, but it would still be helpful to see what I’ll be up against in the future.”

Shinobu considered this as she checked over the experiments scattered around her lab one last time. It was a fair point. People tended to either go in with too much confidence or went in terrified over what to expect. Many fledglings had been killed by getting stuck in their heads and forgetting all they had been taught.

She would hate for (Y/n) to meet the same fate.

“Very well,” she sighed, “you may come, but,” she pointed her finger towards (Y/n) in warning, “you are only to observe from a distance. Do not attempt to engage unless absolutely necessary. If you go against me, I will make sure that you will never be cleared for final selection. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes! I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise!” (Y/n) eagerly held out her pinky and Shinobu sighed again inwardly before hooking their pinkies together.

Hopefully she wouldn’t regret this decision. It was getting harder and harder for her to deny (Y/n) anything. Despite the undesirable first impression and how rough she appeared around the edges, (Y/n) was a true sweetheart. She had a very abrupt introduction to the mansion, but quickly became another familiar friendly face within its walls. It would be devastating to see her life cut short.

“So, where are we going?” (Y/n) grinned excitedly and Shinobu couldn’t help but smile as well.

“A village to the southeast.”

***

Everything had gone smoothly until it hadn’t.

Shinobu had left a small trail of poisoned demons in her wake, (Y/n) safely observing and cheering her on at a distance, until two other demons had snuck up on them both. While Shinobu was busy taking care of one demon, (Y/n) had to defend herself against the other. Shinobu had lent her a Nichirin Sword for just such an occasion, but (Y/n) was having a hard time reading the demon’s erratic movements and had been slashed half a dozen times across her arms, legs and back before she finally managed to behead the thing. It hadn’t been very clean, but she gave a triumphant, albeit breathless shout of victory.

She had then turned to Shinobu, excited to she her reaction to her hard fought kill, but that fire died immediately when she saw how angry Shinobu looked as she strode towards her, the last demon melting into a pile of goo behind her.

Instantly (Y/n) felt the need to be defensive. “You- you said I could defend myself if I absolutely had to! Everything’s fine, right?”

“Everything is not fine!” Shinobu dropped to her knees beside her and opened her medkit, “You are covered in wounds! If you had a uniform, you wouldn’t be hurt half as badly. You might even get an infection on top of all of this. I shouldn’t have let you come.”

“Hey, none of this is your fault. That demon scratched me all up, not you.“

“You wouldn’t have gotten hurt, if I had left you at home.” She restated stubbornly. “Now show me your wounds, the sooner I clean and wrap them, the sooner we can get home so I can give you proper aid.”

(Y/n) let Shinobu clean and wrap her calves and arms, but when Shinobu began peeling back her clothes to try to work on her back, (Y/n) froze.

She had been rather vague with Shinobu about her past. How could she tell Shinobu she had been raised in a criminal syndicate that took a turn from admittedly kind of in a grey area, to definitely irreprehensible? That the night Shinobu met her, she was trying to gear herself up to kill an innocent woman and her children? No, she couldn’t. She could only imagine the disgust Shinobu would feel, the betrayal. (Y/n) suddenly felt ill.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” Shinobu asked. She tried to peel (Y/n)’s clothes from her back quicker, worried she was having some kind of reaction to the demon’s attack.

(Y/n) tried to pull her clothes back up over her shoulders, but Shinobu was faster, a quiet gasp that felt deafening in (Y/n)’s ears left Shinobu’s lips as the spiraling dragon tattoo was revealed. The blood seeping from the gashes across (Y/n)’s back making it look even more ferocious.

“When did you get this done?” Shinobu lightly poked her shoulder blade, the dragon’s snoot.

“A few years ago.” (Y/n) mumbled, pressing her palms together.

“Why haven’t you told me about this before?”

A weak hum and a shrug of the shoulders.

“You know,” Shinobu traced the coils, making (Y/n) shiver, “I have heard about a group of criminals that bear similar tattoos…”

(Y/n) broke down and told Shinobu everything about her up-brining from when her parents had gone out on a routine fishing trip and didn’t come back, up until the night they met, now months in the past.

“I understand if you don’t want me around anymore. I’ll—ah!”

Apparently Shinobu had been treating her back throughout her tale, as made evident by the sudden tightness of the bandages around her torso.

“That’s just foolish. Do you think I’m afraid of a little ink? Do you think I would ever be afraid of you, (Y/n)? Let’s think logically here.”

Shinobu proceeded to verbally beat some sense into (Y/n)’s brain. Reminding her of all the good she had done in the last few months.

“There is no better place for you than the Butterfly Estate. It’s a much better fit. Isn’t that right?”

Before (Y/n) could collect herself enough to respond, she felt Shinobu pinch her skin lower on her shoulder blade.

“Yes, you are so very wise Shinobu.”

“Why thank you.“

(Y/n) blinked, turmoil somewhat pushed aside for the moment. “Are you… pinching my skin to make it look like my tattoo is talking?”

“I’ve patched you up as best I can here. Get dressed, it’s time to go home.”

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” (Y/n) fumbled with her clothes then stumbled to her feet to catch up with Shinobu.

It was a little awkward on (Y/n)’s part as they walked back to the mansion, but once the fact that Shinobu still liked her caught up to her, the conversation became more natural and by the time they returned to the mansion and Shinobu completed the finishing touches to (Y/n)’s care, (Y/n) felt a familiar weightlessness and with Shinobu’s teasing pokes, the tattoo on her back didn’t feel as heavy and constricting anymore.

***

In the following weeks of recovery, (Y/n) and Shinobu grew quite a bit closer and many residents of the mansion took notice. The touches that were a couple beats too long when they passed the other something, the lingering looks, and most damning was how Shinobu would put off some of her work to join (Y/n) for a meal or a chat and a walk around the garden, knuckles brushing as they went. (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel hopeful that Shinobu might want to change the nature of their relationship as well.

On this lovely summer day, she was prepared to share her feelings, for better or for worse. She had already planned a little outing that Shinobu agreed to join her on. Nothing too grand, just a sweet little picnic in the woods near the mansion. It was pretty much a date already. She had woken extra early that morning with the intent of getting everything in order before they left, but when she walked past her window, something on the sill outside caught her eye. A letter.

She opened the window and took the letter and wasted no time in opening it. The curiosity she had felt chilled into a heavy feeling of dread.

Traitorous coward, the letter read, If you have any ounce of honor within you, you will come to the cemetery and accept your punishment for deserting the family, or we will burn this mansion and everyone in it to ash.

There was no sign off, but (Y/n) didn’t need one to know it was Akira. She let the letter flutter to the ground and jumped out of the window so as not to be caught running down the halls. This was her mess to deal with. She would not allow anyone to be hurt because of her.

Part of her was hopeful she and Akira could talk it out, but she knew that wasn’t going to be very likely. Whatever happened today would be the final wedge between them.

She went to the cemetery and walked to the very last row. Though it was not specified, she had a feeling she’d find him near his father’s grave.

“There you are.” Though she expected it, (Y/n) stiffened at Akira’s icy tone. “Look who left her comfy new castle to finally face the consequences.”

“Aniki—“

“No, you are no sibling of mine. Not by blood nor bond.” Akira sneered, “I trusted you to do the right thing for this family. You’d think after taking you in, you’d have a sense of duty to avenge the man who took you off the streets and put food in your mouth.”

(Y/n) stood a bit taller, holding her head high, “I don’t regret letting them go. They did nothing wrong. I heard all about how you got your man in the end. That was all that needed to be done. It’s over.”

“Not until they’re all dead.” He growled, then sighed. “Here is how this is going to work. You tell me where they ran off to, or you will pay dearly.”

“I won’t tell you anything.” She declared almost talking over him with how quickly she replied.

“Oh, trust me,” he glared, “you will.”

People (Y/n) once considered family and friends had quietly surrounded them as they talked. And now were charging at her with the intent to harm. She managed to hold them off for a time, even incapacitated some after all the training she had done to become a demon slayer thus far, but between being outnumbered and her wounds still relatively fresh, she was beaten to the ground and held there at knifepoint barely able to breathe with the combined weight on top of her back.

“Start with the fingers.” Akira ordered cooly. “If she manages to hold out, we’ll move on to the toes. But before all of this is done we also have to take that tattoo back as well. Try to be as delicate as possible. I want to dry it out and hang it on my wall. My father always said it was one of his favorite works.”

“Stop!” (Y/n) squirmed beneath the weight, struggling to pry her wrist out of one of the many grabby hands. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth tightly, anticipating the first slice, but then she felt some of the weight get yanked away and her eyes shot open, craning her head back, she was surprised to see that the Calvary had arrived.

Inosuke cackled and crowed as he swiftly kicked outward like a hurricane, Kanao weaved behind thugs and struck them in their weak points, toppling them. Tanjirou delivered a few swift headbutts and even Zenitsu, though screaming, came through as well. Last but not least, Shinobu floated gracefully to the ground behind (Y/n), her smile too sharp and her eyes to dark to be considered kind. Her gaze was trained on Akira, challenging him.

“My home is filled with an array of trained fighters at all hours of the day, and our allies are many. You had best cut your loses and move on with your miserable life.”

Akira ground his teeth together and his eyes flickered all around him to see just how overpowered he was despite how small the opposing group was in comparison. He determined his clan was no match and called back his gang to retreat, but not before giving (Y/n) one last hateful glare.

While Inosuke cheered and cackled wildly around them, Shinobu dropped to the ground beside (Y/n) to check her over.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Show me.”

“I’m alright, you guys got here just in time. How did you know where to find me?”

“I believe we had a date planned for today.” Shinobu reminded with just the tiniest hint of attitude. “I went to your room, saw the letter on the floor and rallied the troops. If something like this ever happens again, you better tell me instead of running off by yourself. We are stronger together.”

Now, Shinobu had a lot to say just then, but (Y/n) was still fixated on the first line. A date. She saw the outing to ask if she wanted to date as a date in and of itself!

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Shinobu asked, tilting (Y/n)’s head in her hands, “Are you concussed?”

“No! I mean, I don’t think I am, I just, you just—“

“Yes?” Shinobu coaxed with just a touch of impatience. If there was something wrong, she wanted to know about it as soon as possible.

“You-me-we-us— date?!”

Shinobu laughed, it was a little more unrestrained than her usual chuckles and it made (Y/n)’s heart palpitate.

“Yes, is that not what this outings was supposed to be?”

“Well,” she flustered, “technically no. It was supposed to be like a pre-date to ask if you would like to date… it sounds kinda silly when I say it out loud but—“

Shinobu then sighed and rested her forehead against (Y/n)’s. “I think it’s cute. But we can just start dating now. I think we’ve beaten around the bush for long enough.”

“Y-yeah? Okay.” A smile spread across (Y/n)’s face. “Awesome.”

Shinobu took (Y/n)’s hands in her own and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before helping her to her feet.

“Why are you stumbling around like you’re drunk?” Shinobu asked, finding it difficult to keep (Y/n) upright. “Perhaps I should check your pupils again.”

“No, no, I’m good! Great, even! A goddess just kissed my cheek!” (Y/n) beamed, hooking her arms around Shinobu’s shoulders.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” Shinobu warned, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

On the tail end of the sweetness of the moment, Inosuke butted between them to tell Shinobu how hungry he was despite Tanjirou, Kanao and Zenitsu’s best efforts to keep him back. Shinobu chuckled and nodded in understanding. They all marched back to the mansion and enjoyed a hearty breakfast together with the rest of the Butterfly girls, (Y/n) and Shinobu sitting hip to hip during the whole lively affair.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #requests #🐉 anon

[dj-spiderman]

Hello, Just here to make a small request

I'm not sure if you write for Ben Reilly but if you do could we get some platonic mentorship between him and teen reader who sees him as a big brother?

If you do anons could I be 🐉 anon? Have a good day/night man!

THE BETTER BROTHER

- Ben Reilly & Teen!M!reader

- Genre: Platonic fluff (little bit of angst w/ comfort towards the end)

- A/N: You can absolutely be 🐉 anon! Anywho, was gonna make it straight fluff, but I thought it’d be cute to have it so that in reader’s dimension, he was Peter Parker’s brother, but Peter died. And with Ben being a clone of him… y’get me?

“Your pose is off,” Ben corrects your hand placement, giving an approving nod as the two of you stand watch for any anomalies “perfect pose.” He confirms, looking towards you like a proud parent.

“Your pose is off..” You grumble, struggling to maintain the placement of your hands. You managed for near a minute before clambering onto the ground behind.

It was dead silent in the moment. Ben’s head had snapped to look down at you, simply staring. Your eyes locked together before the older boy broke out into laughter.

Your face went red with humiliation and anger, immediately scrambling to your feet and pushing him over the ledge. His laughter cut off with a scream before he managed to web himself back up onto the rooftop they paroled.

“Oh you’re in for it now!” He huffs, tackling onto you. The two of you tumble across the roof, Ben now holding you in a weak, yet firm, chokehold. “Admit defeat!”

“You’re defeat!” You retaliate, squirming around in his grasp.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” He groans, having you smack at his head after freeing an arm.

“Take that!” You grin, squirming a bit more before slipping free. “Haha!” Your cheers of victory soon cut short as he recovered quickly.

Eyes wide, you take off quickly, beginning to hastily swing away. “You can’t run forever!” He calls out, not far behind, getting giddy about the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“I’m not running!” You cockily call back, sticking out your tongue, only to crash onto the side of a building. Comically so, peeling from the wall and down onto the fire escape just below with a heavy thud and groan.

“And yet again! I stand the better brother!” Ben cheers, only to cut himself off after hearing you mumble about.

“Brother…?” Your voice is small and slightly pained, reminiscing on the past.

Your brother, Peter Parker, hadn’t passed long ago. It’s why you took up role of Spider-Man. But that didn’t stop the hole in your heart from growing. As though that sibling bond was missing.

But Ben.. Ben made it easy to move forward. He mended that spot to fit right in. And now, now he was actively taking the role of your older brother? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah.. yeah okay, you’re the better brother.” You reply, a small smile playing at your lips as you stared up at the older boy. “But I’ll beat you next time.”

“Oh you’re on!” He challenges, already getting a head start as he began to swing off.

And you weren’t far behind, happily laughing and taunting him. It was the happiest you had been in a while. Ben really was the best brother.

#spiderverse x male reader #astv #scarlet spider x male reader #scarlet spider #ben reilly x male reader #ben reilly #🐉 anon #ben reilly & teen!reader #scarlet spider & teen!reader

[urmomspersonalwhore]

furina having shark like teeth is now stuck in my head- she just enjoys biting along your neck because she knows the kind of mark her teeth will leave?? Literally going feral😭 I wonder how furina or we would a react to getting questions about the bites/hickey?

-🐉

Furina would smile if anyone asked about it, often you'd cover them up if someone stared or questioned it to which she'd respond to taking your hand away and showing the mark.

She enjoys whenever people notice it because it shows that everyone knows who you belong to.

The archon would have no trouble answering any questions and makes sure her grin is wide enough to show her teeth.

Signaling that the bites are hers

Overall enjoys when people ask about it

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #lesbian #genshin fanfic #furina x y/n #furina x you #genshin furina #furina genshin #furina #focalors x you #focalors x y/n #focalors x reader #genshin focalors #focalors #🐉 anon

[blushedfemme]

You know, I’m a butch who maybe needs to be pushed around a little more than I like to admit. Made to break like a wild animal being tamed. I’ll fight it every step of the way being my first instinct is to be more dominant. Stone top. But sometimes I feel like I need to be taken advantage of. And your posts, sheesh.

oh?? 🤭 sounds like you know what’s good for you, and you’ve definitely come to the right femme, honey. it would be an honor and a pleasure to tame you… the thought of putting a tough-as-nails, strong-willed butch in their place makes me purr

it’s a simple matter of positive reinforcement, discipline, and understanding that what i have, as a stone bottom, is what you so desperately crave. it’s a matter of tempting you, seducing you, then withholding that pleasure, clicking my tongue and laughing when you growl and try to resist this newfound dynamic. rewarding you when you give up and behave. rinse and repeat until you’re gazing at me in empty-headed submission, just waiting for that soft praise to fall from my lips. at that point you’re not only willing but happy to let me use you, to service me as i see fit, as i guide you and keep you in line with a firm yet gentle hand…

#clarke answers #giving stone tops the gift of submission is so beautiful and important actually #dom femme #sub butch #sub top #🐉 anon

[endenope]

I feel like babbling some more, so sorry it its overwhelming or annoying uff

Firstly def will not change, and ratios tdick deserves to get sucked so bad please. I think you just made me realise i have a oral fixiation.

Secondly seeing you draw him with bottom growth, please this is really the first (maybe not im not sure right now) time i see a proper bottom growth drawing. And i feel so much better now about it. Just from one drawing, tho it is from my favourite artist which adds to it hehe. I always struggle but mostly with fanfics bc even it its for trans people it mostly just slaps female anatomy on it and seeing proper representation for once is just making me swoon waaaa. You make me fall so much in love with Ratio and Alhaitham. I already liked identifying with them because it helps me alot and you just deciding they are trans now if not stated otherwise makes everything so much better.

You are one part carrying me through exams and learning stress.

Sorry lot of text and rambling but i needed to get it out, dont feel the need to answer if you dont want to. Have a great night.

-🐉

i draw trans hthm for a long while now (cant say that about ratio considering he just debuted), and i think this is the first time someone commented on it??? makes me super happy to see how it gets noticed!! and how it makes you happy!!

i think most (cis) ppl dont know that we get bottom growth, and some others dont rlly care bc of fetishization reasons (which im not gonna discuss now). i think i read only one fanfic so far that had proper rep (the others dont go into detail ofc so its not like theyre bad or anything!! just that one rlly described it well)

anw words are hard rn but im very happy !! thank you and have a great night as well !

#reply #🐉 anon

[jaylaxies]

Omg speaking of moaning audios, I found one that sounds EXACTLY LIKE JAKE 🤌🏼 meant to send it earlier but I’ve been so drained the past month and wanted to die like everyday N E WAY 🤪 super good, made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel, I was a waterfall tbh

https://64.media.tumblr.com/4f4f436eb764069a9985cbb38e34c708/414e21dee6b99997-db/0bb8476418f938168b183596d2b850e4fec68327.mp3

- 🐉

link!

good lord the way my body reacted to the audio was crazy, the image of jake was so vivid in my head and i totally think that he loves to groan and breathe deeply when he’s fucking you, he doesn’t mind being loud too, he needs you to know how good you’re making him feel, even more so when you wriggle and clench around him desperately, wanting more of him.

#🐉 anon #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut

[enden-k]

I hate when i forget my earphones in the bus (student that needs to take the bus daily and i hate it most of the time)

And everytime it happens i think of kaveh covering alhaithams ears when he forgets his earphones to cancel out noise.

Was that something you drew or am i imagining that? (Surely i always connect you with that thought tho)

-🐉

i drew haitham putting his headphones on kaveh when hes stressed from work and noise in public (and kaveh going through his playlist, surprised seeing how many of the songs he recommended to him are in there) ! but not the other way around

#reply #🐉 anon

[vampcubus]

Okay hear me out. Kyojuro is the type to brush your hair out of your face like it’s nothing knowing it makes you flustered. Like you come outside while he’s training to bring him a drink. He turns around (and yes he decided to go shirtless cause it’s warm outside) and spots you. And suddenly a gust of wind blows though and messes up your hair a little. He comes up and gently pushes your hair aside to see your face again looking right into your eyes giving you a sweet smile. And all you can do is stare right back cause damn this man is fucking beautiful. You face is fixed with a cute flush and you don’t even realize he’s taken the drink from you with a thanks turning around to continue training. And you’re still frozen in place. Little do you know that’s exactly what he wanted to see

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you are so right!! this man is so unintentionally attractive and quite honestly loves nothing more than flustering you. So when he catches onto just how much he has an effect on you, you can bet he's taking advantage of every opportunity.

i'd be no better than a man watching him train shirtless 🤭 full-on ogling, and having to avert my gaze last second like i wasn't just watching the sweat drip down his pecs like a creep. And he's always so happy to see you, expression shifting from focused to a bright smile at the sight of you standing off to the side, so clearly invested in the way his muscles flex and glisten in the summer sun. It feels good to be the object of your desire.

Everything about him seems so nonchalant. The delicate way he brushes your hair from your face as the wind all but blinds you with it, chuckling as you sputter and gape at the gesture. He eagerly accepts the refreshment, unable to bite back a grin when your hand remains raised as if you hadn't even noticed he'd taken it!

"Thank you, my love. You're too good to me!" he shouts, shaking you out of your lovestruck stupor. Kyojuro retreats to continue his drills, but not before looking over his shoulder to exclaim, "I'll be sure to put on a show for you as thanks!"

It's all you can do to not faint right then.

#‧₊🌷˚⊹ ashi rambles #🐉 anon #kyojuro rengoku x reader

[spirit-lanterns]

Aah, well, as i am a biiiig Jingliu simp...i just...lil mini bunny babies with white fur and a nonstop poker face, yet only affectionate with their mama, i'm swooning ahshddhdkkffnkzkenf

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WHITE FLUFFY JINGLIU BUNNIES 😖

White fur…red eyes… Jingliu’s bunnies would be the equivalent of a New Zealand White Rabbit! Just like their baby mama, they are beautiful. However, like Ruan Mei’s babies, they have a stoic poker face that is adorable when plastered on a baby bunny child <3

Like mother like child, Jingliu tries to give them a sword because she thinks they’re ready to be trained in the art of swordsmanship, but luckily Bunny Reader and all her other mates put a stop to that real quick 😅

#🕯️spirit box #🐉 anon #casino au #jingliu casually handing a huge ass sword to this small baby bunny #she genuinely thinks they can lift it

[lipglossanon]

So i have thought about more of the stepdad Leons who are professor's.

OG stepdad Leon who makes reader put a lush in. He messes with it while she is in class. More specifically while shes in his class. He also likes to edge her all day long til he bends her over his desk in his office. When he makes her use a lush, she is not allowed to wear panties. Has her suck is cock under his office desk when he has another student in there.

Dark stepdad Leon likes to fuck her in bathroom stalls during his lunch break. He also likes for her the wear Garter belt that has a L on it. The reader will wear a collar that has nipples clamps. Dark has to fix his pants a lot because of her antics. Once left a hickey on her collar bone when some guy was a little to flirty with her. Once tied her up in his office with a vibrator in her.

Sweet stepdad Leon loves when she wears collars. Before they leave the house he will help pick one out. He will ask her to suck him off during lunch. She gets jealous easily for sweet stepdad. Once wore one of his button ups to school with no bra on. She unbuttoned it during one of his lectures. He likes to use a bullet vibrator on her during the day.

Now for all three of them. They love when she cockwarms them while they are grading assignments in his office. Doesn't matter if its her mouth or pussy. They also like when at night on their way home she gives them a blowjob. Smacking her pussy with a ruler is one of their favorite punishments. More so dark's but OG and Sweet don't mind doing if she's okay with it. Obviously love to bend her over his office desk. Once in a while will bend her over his desk in his classroom. Has taken photos of her while they have fucked her wherever in the university.

I hope you like this brain riot Lipgloss. Also sorry about some of the spelling mistakes from my previous ask. Like i said it was the first ask I have ever sent. If you ever want to use any of these ideas for a story you can.

-🐉Anon

🐉 anon, these were so good!! 😩 😩

I literally can’t add to them 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

what I wouldn’t give to have all three at the same time AGSHFL

#ask box #🐉 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #stepcest #professor leon #stepdad leon s kennedy

[bosbas]

Are you going to keep writing Bridgerton after Love in Bloom is done? If not, what other fandoms are you in/which ones do you observe like little lab rats through a window in fascination? I’m curious which pieces of media i can use as emotional damage GIFs on you :D

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P.S. it’s pronounced like JIF peanut butter, fight me

yes!! i have a few fics fully planned out and some others i have a general plot for so stay tuuuuuned

i am not in a lot of fandoms like that anymore but i am very much into f1 it's pretty much all i talk about oops! however i used to be into all the classic ones like HP/PJO/Dr Who/Teen Wolf/THG/The Maze Runner/probably others i'm forgetting

p.s. it's definitely pronounced gif not jif im so sorry but its the truth

#🐉 anon #asks