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shysheeperz · 11 months
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theprettiestwo · 5 days
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libertastandem · 10 months
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WHY HAS THIS NEVER OCCURED TO ME UNTIL NOW
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localityghost · 8 months
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❝𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬?❞
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★ Pairing for today! Shugen X Oiran!Reader
★ Synopsis||Yamada Asaemon Shugen has been sent to protect you but it takes a different turn.
★ CW|| Fluff, sleeping in same room, mentions of death, killing, neck kissing, mentions of alcohol
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You are an Oiran in a courtesan house, the most prestigious courtesan of the region. You are sitting in your chamber, the room is decorated with beautifully painted walls, and you are wearing a stunning silk kimono with intricate embroidery. You are drinking tea from a delicate porcelain cup, and there is a small table next to you piled high with various items, including makeup, perfume, and a hand mirror. You were known to be a skilled Oiran who could charm any customer with her wit and beauty. You were always polite and charming, making you an in-demand courtesan among the wealthy and influential. You were also known to be quite knowledgeable and could hold your own in a conversation about literature, politics, or any other topic that might come up in the course of your duties as an Oiran.
As an Oiran, you were expected to be well-versed in the arts, and you were a gifted artist who could paint, draw, and sculpt with great skill. You were also an accomplished musician and was skilled in the art of the koto, the traditional Japanese harp. You were a true professional in your craft and took pride in your ability to entertain and delight your customers. You stand gracefully in the lavish Oiran room of the courtesan house, surrounded by rich decor and elaborate tea settings. The guests in the room are all taken aback by your refined beauty and elegant presence. You have a reputation as one of the most skilled and beautiful Oiran in the district, and your guests are eager to experience your charming conversation and graceful hospitality. With each new guest who enters, you bow your head and welcome them with a soft smile, setting the perfect atmosphere for an unforgettable experience. Your Oiran skills are unmatched, and your ability to provide a seamless and fulfilling experience for your guests makes you such a valuable asset to this courtesan house. You are a true professional, and your dedication to your craft is genuinely admirable.
Standing in front of the mirror, you couldn't help but admire her beauty. Your long black curly hair tumbled in loose waves down her shoulders, and she felt a sense of the most confidence and refinement. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and spun around to see a man standing there, his silence more haunting than any word. "Who are you?", you asked, your heart beginning to race. The man, identified as Shugen, simply stood there, his presence almost unnerving. He didn't say a word, but his eyes seemed to pierce through you as if he were searching for something. For what felt like an eternity, Shugen did not speak, his silence almost more menacing than any threat. You couldn't help but wonder what he wanted and how he had been able to enter her room undetected. Shugen finally spoke, his voice low and raspy. "I am here for you," he said, his words almost a whisper. You gasped, your fears coming to life. You didn't know what Shugen wanted, but you knew that you didn't want to find out. You took a step back, your fear building by the second. "You must leave," you said, your voice trembling. Shugen stood there, his expression betraying no emotion as if he were a statue. It didn't look like he planned to leave "If I leave you risk your life being at risk, do you want that?" He asked you, you hesitated at the question shivering at his voice.
You listened intently as the Yamada asaemon spoke, his voice low and commanding. In his deep, rumbling voice, he explained why the Shogun had sent him to protect you. Your mind raced as you processed his words, trying to understand the gravity of the situation. "The Tokugawa Shogunate has always been a powerful force in Japan," the Yamada asaemon began, his eyes boring into her own. "And as the head of this prestigious organization, I have always taken my duties seriously. But lately, I've been noticing a shift in the balance of power. There are dark forces at work, forces that seek to overthrow the Tokugawa Shogunate and take control of Japan."
You felt your heart skip a beat at the Yamada asaemon's words. You had heard rumors about such forces, but you never thought they could be a threat to yourself and your fellow Oirans. "The Shogun believes that your Oiran establishment might be a target for these dark forces," the Yamada asaemon continued. "And so, he has sent me to protect you and your fellow Oirans. I am here to ensure that the entertainment district establishment remains safe and secure, no matter what may come."
You nodded slowly once more, understanding the seriousness of the Yamada asaemon's words. You were grateful for his protection, and you felt a sense of relief knowing that you and your fellow Oirans were being looked after. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The idea that there were dark forces at work, seeking to destroy everything you and your fellow Oirans held dear, was a chilling thought. And when Shugen insisted on staying overnight to protect you, a lot of "thoughts" filled your head
Your heart raced as you lay in the dark, listening to the sounds of the district outside. It was late, well after the sun had set, and you were feeling tired after a long day. You knew you had to get some sleep but just couldn't seem to fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You tossed and turned, trying to relax, but you just couldn't seem to get comfortable.
Just when you thought you might never fall asleep, you heard movement behind you. You quickly sat up, startled, and saw Shugen's silhouette in the darkness. Your brain went into overdrive, wondering how Shugen had managed to sneak into your room without you noticing, and what the Yamada asaemon was doing here. Your heart was pounding as you watched Shugen silently make his way toward the bed, his steps slow and steady. Despite the tension in the air, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your stomach. You could feel your cheeks heating up, and you felt a strange sense of excitement coursing through your body.
Shugen finally reached the bed, and you could see the moonlight reflecting off his eyes. You felt your heart racing as you watched Shugen slowly climb onto the bed, his movements quiet and gentle. You couldn't help but feel a pang of longing in your chest as you looked at the Yamada asaemon's muscled body. Shugen made his way toward you, and you could feel the muscles in your body tensing as Shugen's body brushed against yours. Shugen's eyes locked onto yours, and you could feel your breath hitch in your throat at the intensity of Shugen's gaze.
Shugen finally reached you, his chest pressing against yours. You felt a strange sense of warmth in your chest as you looked up into Shugen's eyes. Your mind began to race again as you realized that this was the moment you had been waiting for. Finally, Shugen leaned in, and your heart raced as you watched Shugen's lips slowly move toward yours. You felt like time had slowed down as you felt the soft touch of Shugen's lips on yours, and you could feel your whole body shiver as his lips lingered on yours for a bit before he breathed out softly kissing your neck in a gentle manner to which you whimpering was a result of the touch. Shugens hand traced the curves on your body kissing you all the way down to your abdomen, tracing his way back up he let out a breathy sigh giving you one look before he fell beside you as you later found out that night the poor asaemon was drunk. “So will you be kissing me like that again?” You asked as Shugen looked away embarrassed which caused you to chuckle.
Take this while I cook something up in the kitchen from my inboxes
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sakamoto-days · 8 months
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New illustration of Yamada Asaemon Shugen by Kaku Yuji
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gojou-violin · 9 months
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| MINORS DNI |
| tw: twitter link - palming. male nipple play. male overstimulation. feet play. unprotected vaginal sex. breeding.
| a/n: i wanna make it clear i'm not into feet and usually i don't write about it, but it's an 8 min video and he's so cute, i had to write about this...
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he was the one to wake up first, his hands all over you, wandering up your shirt and down your pants. every morning he seemed to be horny. maybe it was your fault... you were indulging him every single time, and now it had become somewhat of a ritual for the two of you: he'd wake up, discover that he was hard as a rock, then play with you 'til you woke up and could get him off because it had to be you or else the rest of his day would be ruined. so he was the happiest man alive when you finally sat up, kissing him, tweaking his nipples, and wrapping your legs around his waist so that your ankles could hold his thighs apart while you finally touched him where he needed you most. oh, the whimpers... he was an angel on earth, the way he sounded. the way he'd whine and buck up into your hand, begging for more. the way he'd cry somewhat and tell you to stop teasing his tip because it was too sensitive. the way he'd spiral into breathless pleas because you wouldn't stop toying with his tip, not when you could get such an adorable reaction out of him for it-- and not to mention the way his stomach would tighten in shock every now and again to try and cope with the overstimulation. poor boy... perhaps the rough texture of your knee-high socks would suit him better. oh? what was that? it's still too much? ohhh....... it's okay, baby, you knew he could handle it. and for good measure, you'd tweak his nipples the entire time, too, just to make sure he was completely dumbed out and yours for the entire morning. your weekends were for sleeping in, after all, so you were a bit peeved that he'd woken you up so early; you couldn't let him get off so easily.
"please... please... let me fuck you... please... i'll do anything..."
"anything?"
"anything, mommy, please--"
so you took him up on the offer, letting him climb on top of you with his dripping tip at your entrance, and you told him that if he was going to fuck you, the only place he was allowed to cum was inside of you-- it didn't matter how sensitive he'd get. inside of you, or nothing at all. the offer was so enticing to him. not only did he get you, but he got to stuff you full, too? fuck, you were too good to him. he had to show you how grateful he was to you. he wanted fuck you so hard that you'd see stars.
so he did.
he fucked you in every position imaginable, his ego growing stronger every time you lost a bit of your own confidence in the way his cock would drag along your walls and his fingers would dance on your clit, urging you towards orgasms that you couldn't hold back on. he knew how to hold back, though. to please you, to service you, he held back every single time he was close, just so that he could get you there first and grin about it all the while. you were just so cute while his cock was sliding in and out of you, your moans turning to more desperate cries-- and he suddenly understood why you loved torturing him so much, because you were perfect when you looked and sounded exactly like that because of him.
"i'm close," he cooed in your ear, his hands holding steady on your thighs that were pressed up and apart so that he could fuck you as deeply as he could. "may i cum? please? wanna breed you so fucking bad-- please--"
you nodded desperately. "cum in me, baby, go on."
as he hit his peak, he rose out of his high inside of you, feeling how full you got, and then he stilled balls-deep to make sure it all stayed before pulling out, getting to watch as his cum slowly seeped out of you, a proud grin on his face.
he chuckled. "morning."
you pulled him in for a kiss. "morning, baby."
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| characters: porco, akutagawa, atsushi, TANIZAKI, DENJI, zanka, sugawara, SHUGEN, choso, ITADORI, noritoshi, toge, YUUTAH, midoriya, yuri, furuta, juuzo, KANEKI, TAKIZAWA, ineka (jjk oc).
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| taglist: @princess-okkotsu (just cuz yuutah thingz lol) , @aylitgirl , @ifeelsofilthy , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @its-makonom , @unknownspecies , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @bakugosgorl , @buerriberry
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mettywiththenotes · 6 days
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When the paradise is in hell idk
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mangomo · 2 years
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Warmth
Eizen x reader
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Shugen’s eyes widened in surprise.
Eizen observed him. His expression looking startled. Did he think he wouldn’t help him? No. This boy needed guidance, and guidance Eizen would provide. He would help him hone his skills - hone his hatred. He could see it in him. The determination, the fire behind his eyes. If he learned to use it correctly, he would have a glorious future ahead.
Eizen gently smiled at him. Yes, he would surely stand by this boy’s side, teaching him and helping him learn to confront his hatred. He looked forward to what this child would bring. And that was exactly what he said to him.
The boy’s eyes remained wide, trained onto Eizen’s face, studying his features. Was this man serious? He would help him with his anger? His hurt? His hatred? And he would be able to use his anger when swinging his blade? He couldn’t believe him. It was too good to be true. But somewhere inside his heart, a spark of hope lit. Maybe he hoped to do all of the things Eizen said.
And so when Eizen stood up and motioned for him to follow, he did. Eizen slowly walked outside, going at a leisurely pace while admiring the scenery. Shugen’s feet padded against the floor behind him. He took a look over his shoulder and motioned for the boy to walk by his side.
“Usually the school would provide residence for its students. But because you will be learning under me, you will stay with me,” Eizen said. “It will allow for me to help with your skills even more. Would that be alright?” He peered down at the boy, a small smile resting on his lips.
“Yes that is fine,” Shugen answered. He avoided Eizen’s gaze and looked ahead, watching the scenery. He still didn’t understand what his now mentor said earlier. Confronting his hatred? What did that mean? And what did honing him mean? Staying with Eizen would allow him to learn swordsmanship quicker, making him leave the school faster. That was the only reason why he was fine with learning under him. The faster he learned, the faster he could behead his parents’ murderers. And the faster he could kill every other criminal who unfortunately crossed his path.
Their feet soon left the wooden floor, walking onto a dirt path, going further and further away from the Yamada school. Shugen looked forward, noticing that they were approaching a village. It was close to where the Shogun resided. “This village is protected by the Yamada,” Eizen suddenly said. He looked at the village and pointed at a building. “That is my home and where we’ll be staying.”
Shugen squinted his eyes - he could hardly make out the features of it. Eizen took a peek at him and noticed his scrunched up expression, causing him to lightheartedly laugh. Shugen jumped, clearly startled. “I’ve grown used to the sight of it so I can point out where it is,” Eizen commented. His curved mouth combined with his softened eyes gave him a warm look. Shugen stared at him, studying his features. His behavior changed so quickly. Where was the serious man from earlier?
Shugen continued walking by Eizen’s side, walking through the village, towards his home, and Shugen looked around, taking in the details of the town, noting a stall that had a sweet smell. It smelled like sweet buns, maybe he could drop by and try some later. His eyes soon drifted toward Eizen. The smiling man greeting villagers that called out to him as he passed by.
And as they approached the house where they would be staying, Shugen suddenly heard someone call out.
“Oi Eizen! Does she know you’re back?” a villager said.
Shugen’s head snapped towards the man that was now chuckling. Eizen sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and replied, “Ah- no I wanted it to be a surprise. Don’t tell her alright?”
He felt someone’s eyes on him and looked at Shugen, with his eyes widening in realization. “Oh. I almost forgot,” he said. His eyes crinkled, a smile tugging on his lips. “My wife will be at home with us as well.”
And just before Shugen could respond, they had arrived at Eizen’s dear home. With him walking through the entrance, calling out, “[name]?”
Soon, footsteps could be heard, rushing towards the door. The door slid open, revealing a woman, showcasing a small frown and furrowed eyebrows. She huffed. “You know I don’t like it when you wait for me to come greet you. Don’t stand outside - you’ll get cold,” she said. Ushering them in as she added, “I was busy cooking too.”
She didn’t even question his presence, Shugen noticed. He watched as Eizen placed his sword into her hands, with her leaving - most likely to put it away. He trusted her so much that he placed his blade in her care. Shugen couldn’t help but notice the little details. The way Eizen smiled at her was different compared to how he smiled at the villagers. The way his eyes softened and how his lips curved just at the sight of her.
Shugen didn’t know what to make of it - he didn’t know how to feel. He felt like an outsider, intruding on their peaceful life.
Eizen look at him as he rolled up his sleeves. “Come. How about you help me with dinner?” Shugen obediently nodded, following after him, going to kitchen. There, Eizen grabbed a knife and handed it to him. He held onto it, awkwardly standing there, not knowing what to do. He watched as Eizen grabbed a yam from a nearby pile, placing it onto a cutting board, gesturing for him to move closer.
And as he moved to his side, Eizen gently place his hands on his shoulders and put him in front of the yam. “A samurai is proficient with any blade. Even his kitchen knife,” he said. Shugen was left in awe, what a oddly wise statement. It somehow encouraged him. He watched as Eizen took another knife, showing him how to position the hand on the knife and showing him the way the yams were to be cut. Then he was left to his own devices, left with the task of cutting the rest of the yams as Eizen was busy preparing other dishes.
The sizzling of meat in a pan behind him was blocked out from Shugen’s ears. His mind was just concentrated on the knife in his hand and the yams next to the board. He pictured the way Eizen held the knife and moved his fingers in a copied position. He was filled with determination, for mastering this blade would bring him closer to mastering a sword.
And so, he started, cutting away at the yams. The sound of the knife continuously making impact with the cutting board was like music to his ears. Everything around him was background noise - for it was just him and the knife.
“Oh? You’re helping too?” a voice suddenly asked.
He almost jumped. Looking over his shoulder, he recognized the woman standing behind him, the one looking at him. [name], Eizen’s wife. He nodded, causing her to her lips to tug into a warm smile. She walked closer to him, making him hurriedly turn back around, looking at the knife in his hands, averting eye contact. She stopped at his side, peeking at the pile of cut yams. “You’re good at this,” she commented.
Shugen felt his ears warm. How long has it been since someone has complimented his skills? He couldn’t bring himself to face her. Even though he has just met her, he felt if he were to turn, he would be met with her grinning face. No, he couldn’t do that. Her expression would be too much. Her praise had already caused his face to warm. He mumbled a small thank you and went back to cutting the yams. He was almost done.
And as he felt her presence leave, he breathed a sigh of relief. His entire body was tense - was he nervous? He couldn’t tell, all he knew was that the feeling of her by his side distracted him.
He cut the last piece of yam, placing it on the pile he had made. He turned around, watching as Eizen conversed with his wife. He was cutting something as well and she was by his side, talking with him. Shugen watched as he said something, making her face scrunch up as she laughed.
She turned, seeing Shugen standing there. “Ah! You’re done?” she asked. He nodded. He felt so awkward, this type of environment was so unfamiliar to him, so unlike what he was expecting when he decided to go to the Yamada school. “Would you like to go sit?” He nodded once again.
She went near him, grabbing bowls and chopsticks stacked in a corner. “Can you do the rest?” she called over her shoulder, receiving a hum of affirmation from her husband. She gestured for him to follow her and went out of the kitchen, walking into the next room. In it was a small table, with cushions under it, one on each side.
She first took a seat and he followed, giving her a small thanks as she handed him his bowl and utensils, then resting in silence at the table. But the silence did not last long enough for him to become uncomfortable, for Eizen soon emerged from the kitchen, bringing the dishes to the table and taking a seat. The couple grabbed their chopsticks, putting rice in their bowls and picking food from the plates.
[name] turned toward him, curiously gazing at the boy’s face, watching him as he eyed the food. “Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked. She picked up small pieces of yam and placed it in his bowl. “Here,” she said, “You need to eat vegetables to stay healthy.”
He nodded, quietly thanking her. Warmth spread through his body, a little red appearing on his cheeks. Eizen watching him from the corner of his eye as he ate, softly chuckling when he saw the boy’s reaction. Shugen lifted his chopsticks, for picking up the yam and eating it. It- it was good. It reminded him of home, when his parents would lovingly make and eat meals together.
Tears pricked his eyes. He reached for more, becoming more eager to eat, with him not noticing [name] and Eizen’s amused chuckles at his behavior. Oh how long has it been since he has eaten with those other than himself? How long has it been since he has eaten at a dinner table in a home?
Soon he was almost stuffing his cheeks, tasting all the dishes the couple had made. He felt the gazes of the two other occupants at the table and looked up, chopsticks putting another piece of yam into his mouth, his eyes meeting [name]’s, his expression so innocent and childlike.
She couldn’t help it anymore, he was too adorable and bursted out cackling, Eizen’s smile widening at the sound. Shugen watched as her laughter rang out, filling the room. Tears pricked her eyes from how joyous she felt.
And as her laughter died out, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and took a piece of cloth from the table, reaching over and wiping the small amounts of rice off his face. His face warmed in response, with him still gazing at her, watching as she continued to grin at him. Shugen turned toward his mentor and found him displaying a soft smile as well, heartwarming at the scene in front of him.
Would it always be like this? Shugen wondered. He hoped for it and craved to feel more, more of this warmth he gained in the couple’s presence, internally wishing for everyday of his stay to be filled with moments like this.
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I imagine kid Shugen as someone who needed love
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saglri · 1 month
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a lot of queer swag present in this artwork
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key-black · 2 months
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邊補檔邊把朱璇姊FA完
背景比較隨便,因為本來就只想畫人XD
下收個人也喜歡的剪裁版
會讓姊看起來忽隱忽現有點好(?)
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shysheeperz · 3 months
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libertastandem · 9 months
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SHUGEN YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF SHIT WELCOME
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Hello to this beautiful bastard as well! I missed you, Jikka 😘
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sakamoto-days · 4 months
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New Kaku Yuji art to celebrate the new stage play!
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hokkeshinbutsushu · 1 month
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Please join this server dedicated to Japanese Buddhism! ☸️🙇🏻
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nevermeyers · 11 months
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Jigokuraku's official art is truly something else
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