Regarding my series Blue locks wife ill finally be continuing it ty everyone for theirbpatience

Hiii darling,

May I request a kakucho fluff but with smut in it too🔥 I’m sooo thirsty for this man ughh

☆𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰☆

◇—ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ||Kakucho x ʏᴏᴜ♡

◇— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ||You and Kakucho's relationship

◇ —ᴄᴡ||Smut, fluff, biting, hair pulling, breeding kink

◇- AN|| Haven't written for bro in a while so apologies since it took so long😭🫶

If someone had told you the gentle giant of Bonten was pampering you, you'd call them crazy, insane even, as Kakucho held your hand walking down the street, you were a pretty little thing attached to his hip at all times. He never left you alone for a second, especially with a status as crucial as his he worried you'd end up kidnapped or, even worse, dead

Kakucho loved you dearly and promised to live a peaceful life with you as you two often discussed having a family together. To your surprise, Kakucho had a very high baby fever as he would always talk about babies and how he'd love to see your cute little pregnant baby belly as he would caress your stomach and stroke it at night just at the thought of you two raising a kid together. Kakucho just fathoms at the idea of you carrying his kid or kids if you decided to have multiple, he wouldn't mind but they'd be a handful so when the baby fever hit you decided to take matters into your own hands.

As you walk into the Bonten hideout to meet Kakucho, you notice his expression looks troubled. "You look different today," Kakucho says, looking up from a stack of documents. "Different how?" you ask, feeling a flash of nervous energy passing through their body. "Well," Kakucho stands up and approaches you, eyeing them head to toe. "Usually, you're quite modest with your attire. Today, you're wearing low-cut top and skin-tight pants."

You feel your cheeks flush as they realize their choice of clothes might be a little too forward for Kakucho, who is known for being a serious, no-nonsense type of person. "I just thought it would be a fun way to express myself." Kakucho pauses for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. "I see," he says finally. "But don't you think it's a little... inappropriate?"

Y/N's heart sinks a little at the comment. They've always wanted to dress how they feel comfortable and express their individual style, but they never want to come across as disrespectful. "I apologize if my outfit made you uncomfortable," they say, feeling a pang of guilt. Kakucho leans in closer, his intense gaze making you feel as though they're on the receiving end of a fierce interrogation. "Are you trying to tease me with this outfit?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. Teasing Kakucho? The thought would have never crossed their mind. "No, of course not," you say, shaking their head. "I would never intentionally do anything to make you uncomfortable." Kakucho nods slowly, seemingly considering their words. "Well, I don't mind a little bit of teasing," he says, a playful smirk appearing on his face. "But if you keep wearing outfits like this, you might find yourself in a sticky situation."

Your heart skips a beat at Kakucho's words. You never expected such a bold comment from him, but they can't deny that it's a little exciting. "Is that so?" You reply, trying to sound playful but feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach. Kakucho only laughs, seemingly bemused by their reaction. "Just be careful, Y/N. If you keep messing with me, I'm not sure what I'll do..." God, was he right because now you found yourself in a sticky situation.

You were standing in the corner of the Bonten hideout, trying to blend into the shadows as usual. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't hear Kakucho's approach until he was right behind you "Hey, Y/N," Kakucho's deep, raspy voice echoed through the empty room. You turned around, their eyes widening in surprise as you saw the tall, muscular man of Bonten standing before them. Kakucho reached out and grabbed your arms, pinning them against the wall. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you looked up at Kakucho, who was staring down at them with his sharp, piercing gaze.

Kakucho's face was mere inches from yours, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin. As your fragile heart was racing you tried to come up with something to say, but your mind was drawing a blank. Kakucho's voice was low and intense as he spoke. "I've been watching you, Y/N," he said, his gaze locked on their eyes. "You've been acting strange lately. What's on your mind?" Your heart skipped a beat as they realized that Kakucho had picked up on their feelings for him. You tried to steady their breathing as you replied, "I-I don't know what you mean." Kakucho's grip on their arms tightened slightly, and he pressed his body closer to yours. "Don't play stupid with me," he whispered in your ear. "I know what you've been doing...trying to get me all riled up with these little acts of yours but all this is gonna be dealt with in one go."

You suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline as you realized that Kakucho had figured out your secret. You didn't know what to say or how to react, but you couldn't deny the fact that you were utterly flustered by his attention. Kakucho's face was millimeters away from yourd now, and his intense gaze was making it difficult for you to think straight. You felt your heart beating faster and faster as his body pressed against yours. Kakucho's lips were just inches from yours as you hesitated. Kakucho pushed your head forward, his tongue intertwining with yours before long you could feel his cock, even though it was in his slacks you could feel press up against your panties. With a few minutes passing by he had you up against the one of your legs in his hand as he began to thrust "Just like that...nn- God you feel so good" he groaned quietly you could feel his hair on your body. You felt his cock dive deeply into you, after all he was a big guy so obviously he was gonna go deep. As kakucho continued to move his hips, you felt him graze your walls, which sent shocks through your body every time he rubbed a nerve a specific way. You hung your head down as you did Kakucho grabbed your hair pulling on it, not too rough though but just enough to get a point across you felt him speed his tip touching your sweet spot, your eyes rolling back as he continues "Mm, I wanna fill you up with my cum" he said whining pressing his body over you to make himself go deeper. You felt like he was gonna break you almost but feeling his warm cum inside you made clit twitch and nippes perk up as he circled them with his hands. He knew where to touch all your sweet spots. You came from the overstimulation, but despite that, he kept going regardless, deadset on filling you up to the brim.

Hey sorry to bother you but I wanted to know if there are rules to send you request? like subject you don't want, price??? (idk how it works) or other stuff

Have a good day :D

I do writings for free! So send a request my way!

Guys it's time for a theme change no more emo doll

YALL IM SWEAR IM WRITING SCHOOLS JUST BEEN A PAIN RN

There's not enough yuta smut smh😒

Have to do everything myself

Like thus post I worked hard on😡

𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑲

★ - Synopsis||Gojo finds a woman promised to a man in an arranged marriage, but for some reason, he thinks you look better with him

★- CW||Fluff, gojo being gojo, reader is wearing a yukata with a gold obi in a casual setting, Reader is a courtesan aka Oiran in House Nakamura, reader is black

★- Pairing for today|| Gojo X Black!Oiran Reader

Thoughts. Thoughts were all that filled your mind that night, the night you were promised to another man. Sure, you were a top courtesan and pleased many people, but you never thought you'd be sold off like this. You're a lover of traditional arts and literature. Your passion for culture runs deep in your veins. You have spent countless hours in the pursuit of knowledge, exploring the rich legacy of your nation's history, and now you cherish the memory of the books you read and the scrolls that hang on your wall. The warmth in your soul comes from your love of the old ways, and you feel the spirit of your ancestors whispering in your ear, encouraging you to stay true to your path.

It is a beautiful night, and you are sitting alone in the comfort of your own chambers, surrounded by the soft light of the candles. But tonight is different, for you have just received a letter from your family. An older man, a high-ranking government official, wants to take you as his bride to make you his wife. It's an arranged marriage, but you've seen this coming for years. Still, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You know that this is a duty you must fulfill, a way of preserving the traditions of your people, but your heart aches.

You know the ways of your family, the duties you must discharge as a woman of the court. But there are days when you dream of a different life, a life without the expectations and responsibilities of high society, a life where you could follow your own passions. You wonder if there is a way for you to have both a life of duty and a life of your own. And so, you sit there, in the calm of your room, contemplating your life, unsure of what the future may bring so for comfort you decide to take a day off and have a stroll in the streets.

As you step out of the safety of your own home, you feel a cool breeze against your skin. You dawn a gorgeous red yukata, a traditional Japanese robe that clings to your figure. You walk with grace, your hair flowing down your back, your face adorned with beautiful but simple makeup of a noblewoman.

You make your way to the busy streets, where the hustle and bustle of the city makes you feel alive. The shops are bustling with activity, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of takoyaki, a popular street food made from octopus and batter. You stop at a vendor and order a skewer, savoring the savory taste of the takoyaki.

As you walk, you notice that the streets are filled with people, all dressed in their finest yukata. You spot a small group of young girls giggling and chatting, their faces lit up by the beauty of their kanzashi, hairpins that can take a variety of shapes and sizes. You also see a group of young men dressed in their own yukata, their faces adorned with the same style of makeup as yours. The streets are alive with music and dance, and you spot a small group of performers playing a traditional instrument called the shamisen. The music echoes through the streets, filling the air with a sense of joy and excitement.

But, despite the beauty of your surroundings, your thoughts return to the letter you received from your family. The thought of an arranged marriage, a life that follows a set of rules and traditional duties, weighs heavily on your mind. For a moment, your heart beats faster, and your steps become more purposeful. You know that this moment of hesitance is only temporary and that you will find the strength to face whatever the future holds. A man bumps into you, causing you to drop your food. You were going to give him a piece of your mind, but the way he looks at you with his never-ending blue eyes and dumbfounded expression leaves you speechless he slightly chuckles and says "Aren't you that hotshot oiran?" You didn't know how he recognized you, sure you've had plenty of clients before, but you've never seen him before he laughs again and you found it quite annoying as he was just a tall jerk to you and nothing more but little did you know as the days your arranged proposal were on the horizon you would soon become one with this sorcerer and later be a victim to love. The sight of Satorou Gojo, with his piercing blue eyes and cocky smirk, never fails to make your heart skip a beat. His powerful but gentle touch is a comfort to you, and he seems to understand you in ways that nobody else can. As you spend more time with him, you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into his spell. But there's something more than just physical attraction between you. It's an emotional connection, a bond that goes deeper than words can express. As you look into his eyes, you feel like you can see beyond the surface, into his soul. You feel safe in his presence, like you can be yourself without fear of judgment.

But at the same time, your feelings for him are confusing. You know you're not the only one who's attracted to him, and you worry that he might not be as committed to you as you are to him. And yet, you can't help but want to be around him, to spend time with him, to understand him better. His playful, confident demeanor is captivating, and you can't help but wonder if he's as arrogant as he seems. There's a vulnerability in him, a softness that you can't quite put your finger on. And that's what confuses you the most. Are your feelings for him real, or are they just a product of his power over you?

At times, you feel like you're on the verge of telling him how you feel, but then you remember your place in society and the rules that come with it. You know it's wrong to have feelings for a man, especially one of his status and power, yet you can't help but want him. You know that love is a delicate and complicated thing, but you can't help but wonder if he's worth the risk, if he's worth fighting for. But, like a leaf in the wind, your heart takes you where it wants, and you follow without question. Satorou invited you out and afterwards you took him back to your quarters since he made up a pity story that you fell for and caved in letting him into your home where you felt all your feelings bubbling up for how close he was to you now as you snuck glances here and there he suddenly met yours back and you were petrified but drawn to his eyes as he was to yours. Your eyes meet across the room, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. You're lost in his piercing gaze, and your heart hammers in your chest. As he saunters towards you, you can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. But then you remember that just moments ago, you were contemplating your feelings for him, unsure of what to make of them.

He leans in close, his voice low and husky. "I can sense your feelings for me, Do you like me?"

The question hangs in the air, and you don't know how to answer. His confidence and assertiveness are appealing, but you worry about the consequences of admitting that you have feelings for a man of his status. But then you realize that it doesn't matter what the consequences might be. Your heart knows what it wants, and it won't be denied. "Yes," you say, your voice steady and confident. "I like you."

His lips spread into a mischievous smile, and he pulls you close. "Good," he says, his breath hot on your skin. "Because I like you too."

Gojo has stolen your panties once, and when you caught him, it was when he was adding it to his shrine

Guys, its gojover. . .

This is so fucking real

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

Hi hope your doing good 😊

Umm so I only read some of your work and I'm not sure if you do headcanons or not but if you do can you please have someone for gabimaru with a tenzen reader who for some reason can't transform into a male ( and never kills or hurts humans)

Thank you 😊

𝐴𝑅𝐸𝑁’𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑃𝐸𝐶𝑈𝐿𝐼𝐴𝑅?

★- Synopsis||Gabimaru X Tenzen!Reader headcanons

★- CW||Fluff, smut, boob obsessed gabimaru, Gabimaru never got married to Yui, Mentions of death, talks about killing, oral, Female reader

★-Gabimaru X Tenzen!Reader

When gabimaru first met you he tried to kill you, by fire preferably. You practically begged for your life to be spared

By spending a bit of time together gabimaru learned about the Tenzens and your defect on how you couldn’t turn into a male it didn’t bother him though

Gabimaru would often stay up just to observe you at night while you sleep, wit do tenzens even dream?

You and Gabimaru became close which led to you giving him a flower crown. He always keeps it on him, Yuzuriha tried to touch it once and he immediately apprehended her.

Gabimaru thinks about you on the regular

You offered to help bathe him since he wasn’t a fan of water and when he saw your body he got flustered

In the water was the first time you ever saw Gabimaru being dominant

Gabimaru prefers your female body even though you feel quite insecure in it

You find solace in the fact Gabimaru would never hurt you at least not on purpose

He was shocked when he found out you were a virgin and never did Tao experiments

He loves holding hands with you it makes him feel a sense of security

Gabimaru loves sucking on your breasts for some reason...

Gabimaru is a full-on boob guy he loves your chest and even sucks on your nipples when he feels stressed

He's a bit clingy so expect him to be by your side 24/7

Gabimaru already promised to be binded to you for life and never leave your side

His favorite thing about your body has to be your chest or your ass he can't choose he's so indecisive

Gabimaru prefers giving more then receiving

He holds your hand even if it's just by the pinky finger

𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑲

★ - Synopsis||Gojo finds a woman promised to a man in an arranged marriage, but for some reason, he thinks you look better with him

★- CW||Fluff, gojo being gojo, reader is wearing a yukata with a gold obi in a casual setting, Reader is a courtesan aka Oiran in House Nakamura, reader is black

★- Pairing for today|| Gojo X Black!Oiran Reader

Thoughts. Thoughts were all that filled your mind that night, the night you were promised to another man. Sure, you were a top courtesan and pleased many people, but you never thought you'd be sold off like this. You're a lover of traditional arts and literature. Your passion for culture runs deep in your veins. You have spent countless hours in the pursuit of knowledge, exploring the rich legacy of your nation's history, and now you cherish the memory of the books you read and the scrolls that hang on your wall. The warmth in your soul comes from your love of the old ways, and you feel the spirit of your ancestors whispering in your ear, encouraging you to stay true to your path.

It is a beautiful night, and you are sitting alone in the comfort of your own chambers, surrounded by the soft light of the candles. But tonight is different, for you have just received a letter from your family. An older man, a high-ranking government official, wants to take you as his bride to make you his wife. It's an arranged marriage, but you've seen this coming for years. Still, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You know that this is a duty you must fulfill, a way of preserving the traditions of your people, but your heart aches.

You know the ways of your family, the duties you must discharge as a woman of the court. But there are days when you dream of a different life, a life without the expectations and responsibilities of high society, a life where you could follow your own passions. You wonder if there is a way for you to have both a life of duty and a life of your own. And so, you sit there, in the calm of your room, contemplating your life, unsure of what the future may bring so for comfort you decide to take a day off and have a stroll in the streets.

As you step out of the safety of your own home, you feel a cool breeze against your skin. You dawn a gorgeous red yukata, a traditional Japanese robe that clings to your figure. You walk with grace, your hair flowing down your back, your face adorned with beautiful but simple makeup of a noblewoman.

You make your way to the busy streets, where the hustle and bustle of the city makes you feel alive. The shops are bustling with activity, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of takoyaki, a popular street food made from octopus and batter. You stop at a vendor and order a skewer, savoring the savory taste of the takoyaki.

As you walk, you notice that the streets are filled with people, all dressed in their finest yukata. You spot a small group of young girls giggling and chatting, their faces lit up by the beauty of their kanzashi, hairpins that can take a variety of shapes and sizes. You also see a group of young men dressed in their own yukata, their faces adorned with the same style of makeup as yours. The streets are alive with music and dance, and you spot a small group of performers playing a traditional instrument called the shamisen. The music echoes through the streets, filling the air with a sense of joy and excitement.

But, despite the beauty of your surroundings, your thoughts return to the letter you received from your family. The thought of an arranged marriage, a life that follows a set of rules and traditional duties, weighs heavily on your mind. For a moment, your heart beats faster, and your steps become more purposeful. You know that this moment of hesitance is only temporary and that you will find the strength to face whatever the future holds. A man bumps into you, causing you to drop your food. You were going to give him a piece of your mind, but the way he looks at you with his never-ending blue eyes and dumbfounded expression leaves you speechless he slightly chuckles and says "Aren't you that hotshot oiran?" You didn't know how he recognized you, sure you've had plenty of clients before, but you've never seen him before he laughs again and you found it quite annoying as he was just a tall jerk to you and nothing more but little did you know as the days your arranged proposal were on the horizon you would soon become one with this sorcerer and later be a victim to love. The sight of Satorou Gojo, with his piercing blue eyes and cocky smirk, never fails to make your heart skip a beat. His powerful but gentle touch is a comfort to you, and he seems to understand you in ways that nobody else can. As you spend more time with him, you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into his spell. But there's something more than just physical attraction between you. It's an emotional connection, a bond that goes deeper than words can express. As you look into his eyes, you feel like you can see beyond the surface, into his soul. You feel safe in his presence, like you can be yourself without fear of judgment.

But at the same time, your feelings for him are confusing. You know you're not the only one who's attracted to him, and you worry that he might not be as committed to you as you are to him. And yet, you can't help but want to be around him, to spend time with him, to understand him better. His playful, confident demeanor is captivating, and you can't help but wonder if he's as arrogant as he seems. There's a vulnerability in him, a softness that you can't quite put your finger on. And that's what confuses you the most. Are your feelings for him real, or are they just a product of his power over you?

At times, you feel like you're on the verge of telling him how you feel, but then you remember your place in society and the rules that come with it. You know it's wrong to have feelings for a man, especially one of his status and power, yet you can't help but want him. You know that love is a delicate and complicated thing, but you can't help but wonder if he's worth the risk, if he's worth fighting for. But, like a leaf in the wind, your heart takes you where it wants, and you follow without question. Satorou invited you out and afterwards you took him back to your quarters since he made up a pity story that you fell for and caved in letting him into your home where you felt all your feelings bubbling up for how close he was to you now as you snuck glances here and there he suddenly met yours back and you were petrified but drawn to his eyes as he was to yours. Your eyes meet across the room, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. You're lost in his piercing gaze, and your heart hammers in your chest. As he saunters towards you, you can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. But then you remember that just moments ago, you were contemplating your feelings for him, unsure of what to make of them.

He leans in close, his voice low and husky. "I can sense your feelings for me, Do you like me?"

The question hangs in the air, and you don't know how to answer. His confidence and assertiveness are appealing, but you worry about the consequences of admitting that you have feelings for a man of his status. But then you realize that it doesn't matter what the consequences might be. Your heart knows what it wants, and it won't be denied. "Yes," you say, your voice steady and confident. "I like you."

His lips spread into a mischievous smile, and he pulls you close. "Good," he says, his breath hot on your skin. "Because I like you too."

I love jjk men

Specifically talking about Itadori, Yuta, Gojo and Suguru

I bet they have nice dicks to

Yall, I'm still alive I'm just cooking, so send me more requests so I have a lot to post

Send me request I don’t have enough stuff in my inbox. I will write for the free

𝑬𝑿𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼 !

Character alphabet Nsfw or sfw

Oneshot

Any sex scenario

Multiple characters in one post

Fluff oneshots

Etc etc

So pretty please send me stuff

I can just imagine Tokyo rev characters with a thigh kink-

The urge to write about it in this next request is real

❝𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬?❞

★ 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

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.

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