#monster brothel

[bunnis-monsters]

Next post should be the monster brothel! I’m working on it. Trying to not let nasty comments or asks affect me when I have a big community that is kind and supportive ^^

[kingofthe-egirls]

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MONSTER TRIO x Y/N (part 2)

brothel au

(part 1)

Requested by @partyanimal167

(a/n: sw, foursome, fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, gay sex, marijuana)

Summary: A continuation of Y/N’s first time at the esteemed pirate-brothel, named Lavender Gardens.

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You're sandwiched in bed between three hot, muscular men. One is at your ear, licking playfully (Sanji), another is molding your tits in his hands in front of you (Zoro), and the other is sliding his thick fingers along your clit (Luffy).

You gasp.

Your pussy clenches around nothing as Luffy fingers you, his grinning face inches from your own. He rests his chin on your shoulder, and whines. "Can I put it inside you?" He asks breathily, and you nod. Slowly, he pushes in two digits at the same time. You stiffen at the feeling, tensing under the other two's ministrations. Sanji nips at your ear.

"Easy, Luff. She's not warmed up yet."

"She's plenty wet," Luffy huskily replies. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you hitch a breath. Sanji grabs your ass, squeezing the flesh hard.

"Is that so?" He murmurs, letting his own hand explore your folds. His fingertips move gracefully around where Luffy is fingerfucking you, contorting his wrist to nip at your clit. Zoro sits up in front of you, and gently takes your face in his hands. He kisses you, hard.

"D'ya like that?" He asks, his teeth around your bottom lip. You whine, nodding softly as Luffy and Sanji pleasure you. Sanji's fingers dance around your puckered hole, behind where Luffy's still playing with your pussy.

"Is that alright, darling?" He asks, "Would you like your holes filled?"

Your pussy clamps down hard around Luffy's fingers--now three inside you at once--and he gasps. "Yeahhh," he giggles, voice raspy, "I think she likes that."

"Let's not deny her, then," Sanji growls, and gets up to open the dresser for lube. Luffy grins in your ear.

"I like you," he whispers, and speedily goes back to rubbing your clit. You moan, arching your back in pleasure.

"Can I lay down?" You ask, naked and hot beneath their movements. Sanji comes back to kneel on the bed, bottle of oil in hand. He puffs up some pillows for you to lie back on. Zoro scoots over, and opens his arms for you to rest against his chest. His body is warm, achingly so, and his arms are buff where they rest around you. He lazily plucks on your sensitive nipples.

"Excited?" He asks you, mouth pressed against your temple. Sheepish, you nod. Your face feels hot, and your legs are trembling.

"Nervous, too," you admit, as Luffy positions his face between your legs. You squeak, twitching a little as his breath ghosts over your inner thigh. It's squishy, with cellulite, and he places love bites along it on the way to your pussy. You squirm, held tight in Zoro's arms. "I-it's been a while since I've gotten laid."

"Well, perfect timing," he replies, and gently removes the sparkling kanzashi from your hair, letting it tumble down to your waist. He runs his fingers through it gently. "Pretty," he murmurs, and you flush. Luffy's face is at your core, lips positioned just above your aching heat. You need him, now.

"Please?" You ask, voice breathy, as heat churns in your gut. You've never felt this way before, this...this aching. Butterflies cry in your stomach, fluttering around fiercely. You imagine them red, and blue, and emerald green. You turn to press a kiss to Zoro's cheek.

Luffy's tongue flicks against your entrance.

"Tastes good," he mutters, before diving in facefirst. He laps at your clit, running his tongue over and over it in figure eights. His fingers come up to reclaim their rightful place inside you, pumping furiously as he licks at you like a dying man. You groan, arching into Zoro's chest where his hands grip your tits, keeping you in place. His own hard cock twitches against his abdomen, and you reach down to take it in one hand.

"Fuck," you say, surprised at his girth. Zoro's cock is heavy, thick as dynamite, with a light brown tip. Your fingers can't wrap all the way around it. He groans into your touch, and you turn your head to see his eye flutter shut. His cheeks are dusted amber-pink. Like a sunset, you think.

Luffy mutters something under his breath, nose still pressed against your pubic bone. His lips are latched around your clit, sucking hard. He crooks his fingers up a notch.

You cum.

Unbidden and unburdened, you spasm around Luffy's efforts. A loud moan escapes you, as you arch off Zoro's chest, his arms letting you go. You bury your hands in Luffy's raven hair, keeping him close to you. He grunts in approval, not stopping his efforts as he steers you through the waves. Like a pilot, steering a ship homeward.

Homeward, with them.

"I love it here," you breathe out, your shudders coming down in waves. Eventually, Luffy pulls out. You moan at the loss of touch.

He grins, "Don't worry," he turns to Sanji to grab the lube. "We won't leave you empty for long." He pours the crystal-clear oil onto his fingers, and you smell coconut. He flashes his eyes back up to you, wicked. He smears the lube across his cock. "Want me yet?"

"Of course!" You exclaim, sitting up to spread your legs. Zoro sits up too, repositioning on the bed. He bends forward, crawling on all fours to take Sanji's hard cock in his mouth. The blond moans, head falling back in pleasure. He runs both hands through Zoro's mossy hair.

Luffy kneels in front of you, pumping his own dick in his hand. It shines from the lube, bronze cockhead disappearing in and out of his fist. "Ready for me?" He cocks an eyebrow. You nod.

"Ready."

Slowly, he pushes in. You're already wet and stretched out from his fingers, so the press of his cock only ever feels like heaven. His eyes roll back in his head. "Fuuuuuck," he drawls out. His hips stutter, and his hands come shaky to rest on your tits. He plays with them, trembling. "C-can I--," he swallows, sweat forming on his brow, "Can I start moving?"

You hook your ankles around his waist, pulling him in. "Please," you whisper, "I need it."

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The bed creaks as he thrusts into you, pants heavy and hot on your shoulder as he ruts into you. The lamplight flickers from the bedside tables, casting orange shadows on his face. He turns to plant a messy kiss to your cheek. "Feels good, right baby?" He asks. "Wanna hear you cum," he moans, burying his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you grip his silken hair in both hands.

"Y-Yes," you moan, voice pitchy, "Please keep going--!"

He ruts into you faster, propping up on his elbows so he can get better leverage. He angles his hips up, pistoning in and out of you and right up against your g-spot. Fireworks dance behind your eyelids. "Fuck!" You scream, pitching forward with your spine seizing up. Luffy giggles, and redoubles his efforts.

No one's ever fucked you this fast, before.

"H-holy shit, Luffy--," you pant, "I'm cumming--!"

"That's my girl," he roughly pounds into you, voice proud and dominant, "That's my good girl."

His dirty words send another jolt through you, and you shudder on his cock. You pant through your orgasm, sweat pouring down your temples. Your tits are hot, nipples tingling. Your legs shake around Luffy's thick torso.

He slows his pace.

"S'alright?" He asks, slowly pumping in and out of you as you come down. You nod, sitting up so he can pull out of you. You swallow, throat dry.

"Water?" You croak.

Luffy nods, reaching off the bed to pour water from a pitcher into a glass. There's a small silver tray with a crystal decanter, along with a porcelain dish adorned with a half-smoked blunt. You giggle.

"Smoke much?" You ask, eyeing Luffy as he hands you the glass. He grins, sheepish, and scratches the back of his head.

"Shishishi," he laughs, eyes crinkling shut. Holy shit, you think, that's the best laugh you've ever seen. The boy oozes charm, and comfortability. You can't help but feel at ease with him.

Luffy plops down next to you, his own glass in hand. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close into his chest. "Let's cuddle," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I like you."

"I like you too," you respond quietly, cheeks warm. You don't want to overstep your boundaries, though you hope his sentiments are truthful. "Did you have fun?" You ask, meeting his gaze with doe eyes. Your whole body has gone soft, pliable, and you sink into the warmth of his chest. You sip your water thoughtfully.

"Mhmm," he nods happily, tightening his arm around your shoulders. His hand idly goes to stroke his own cock, still half-hard. Sanji and Zoro are at the foot of the bed, pleasuring each other. You blush, and see Luffy's grin turn wicked as he side-eyes you. "Wanna watch?"

Blankly, you nod.

Both you and Luffy sip from your crystalline glasses, slowly cooling down from your intense session. Luffy strokes his cock with a loose fist, more just enjoying the sensation than trying to get off. He probably has a lot of sex (and orgasms) throughout his day, so you don't really mind. You're too overstimulated to keep going, anyway. You curl your legs up to your chest, setting your empty water glass back down on the tray. A diamond droplet falls from the side and onto your fingers, plinking onto the porcelain dish with Luffy's discarded weed.

He leans over you to pluck the joint off the tray, along with a heavy brass lighter with a skull and crossbones emblazoned on the front. He flicks it on, and takes a long pull with his eyes closed. Zoro moans softly, and you turn back to look at where he's half-buried inside Sanji's hole.

Your eyes widen, having never been this close to two men fucking before. Their bodies are light, athletic, and shining with sweat. Sanji is bent over on all fours, his fist between his legs to slowly jerk himself off. Zoro's thrusts are lazy but powerful, keeping a steady rhythm. Both their faces are flushed.

Sanji's voice is raspy as he repeats his coworker's name, over and over again. With a grunt, Zoro cums.

"Fuck--," Sanji moans out, following behind him with swift, thick ropes of white hot cum shooting out onto the bed. Luffy groans.

"Guys, I just washed that!!!"

You burst out a laugh. You can't help it. The tension having been released from the room, your shoulders relax completely, and you squeal in delight against Luffy's chest.

"This is so fun!" You gasp, turning your face into Luffy's pectoral muscle. He has a bright scar along his chest, marking an X over his solar plexus. You land a kiss on it, fiercely. "I have to come back."

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Epilogue:

Luffy leans over the counter in front of Lavender-sama, where she's peering through her reading glasses at a stack of papers. Her hair is pinned back on one side, revealing an ear and the diamond teardrop that dangles from it, sparkling at the side of her face. Her gold finger guards are placed carefully on her desk, next to a feather pen. She flicks sharp eyes up at him.

"No."

Luffy groans, slumping forward over the counter of her office. "Ya didn't even hear what I hafta say yet!" He melts like rubber into the marble surface. She snorts.

"Don't have to," she says, regarding him over the top of her crystalline glasses. She ticks an eyebrow. "You have a crush on her, don't you?"

Luffy stiffens. He stares at the madame, eyes blown. "How'd ya know, Laven-sama??"

She clicks her tongue, and sets down the paper she'd been holding. Her hands spread delicately across it, small fingers spread wide. She shakes her head, then smiles. Her lips are painted like coral.

"You only ever dance for clients, Luffy. Let alone fuck them."

He blushes, face beet red. "But--um...," he stutters, at a loss for words. He hadn't meant to fuck her, truly. She'd just been so...hot.

He'd spotted her across the bar, from where he'd been giving an older gentleman a lap dance. As soon as the song ended, and he'd collected his tip, he dashed over to get to her as soon as possible. There was no way he was gonna let Zoro take her first.

The threesome had been new for him, too, but he'd liked it. He'd done shows with both Zoro and Sanji before, so it's not like he'd been uncomfortable. He's usually pretty open about sex, anyway. But Laven-sama was right: Luffy only ever danced for the clients in his room. He sucks in his cheeks, chewing on his thoughts.

"Think she'll come back?" He asks quietly.

Lavender-sama's eyes soften. They twinkle violet in the rainbow lamplight. She sighs, and turns back to her paperwork.

"I hope so...for both our sakes."

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[twstfanblog]

You can’t convince me that Riddle is not currently pregnant when he marries Floyd. Was he planning on it? Yes only down the line and when his mother was six feet in the ground and after a year for good measure but someone can’t keep his hands to himself (as though he’s innocent in the endeavor either)

Depending on the Au, YES, Riddle gets pregnant before the wedding.

Future 'Canon' of my rewrite, Riddle is strict on his birth control and it takes like nearly 20 years for Floyd to get his 'Oops' baby out of Riddle.

Manhwa Au, Riddle finds out AT THE WEDDING he's pregnant. Trey and Jade kept taking his drinks and not telling him why. Riddle nearly breaks the wedding broom over Floyd's skull.

Monster Au, it took Riddle helping Floyd through two mating seasons to get knocked up. He barely survived either time.

[Trigger Warning for Birth complications]

Brothel Au has tragedy attached to it. Riddle and Floyd get married when it's confirmed Riddle is pregnant. But about 7 months in, a rival mafia family attacks and due to the stress, Riddle loses the baby.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

putting this all under a readmore and not tagging i just wanted to put my thoughts down somewhere .. talking about marius and his fans & tw for mentioning csa / sa

personally. i understand that the marius/armand relationship has been a popular part of the book series for decades and it's fictional and yes i get it. but. i dont understand those fans who encounter people who find it purely horrifying or upsetting and then get mad at them for it. just because of how it's framed in the books as a beautiful gothic love story (filtered through both the author's intention & the skewed perspectives of the two characters involved in it) doesn't mean EVERYONE has to romanticise it and it's only babies or idiots or show only fans who "can't handle gothic fiction".

and then the people who try to convince everyone marius is armand's saviour who only ever treated him with love and kindness really confuse me. like, is it a wholesome relationship built on mutual love? or is it abusive and awful AND loving and caring at the same time? aren't the people who deny marius did anything wrong to armand really the ones who can't stomach enjoying gothic romances and have to twist it into something else?

it's a story of a fully grown man, a millenia old vampire, rescuing a teenager from sex slavery by purchasing him for himself, renaming him, showering him with affection, sexually abusing him, genuinely loving him, treating him like a child and an adult and student and son and lover all at the same time, making his entire world revolve around his master, punishing him emotionally and eventually physically whenever he gets too clingy or aggressive. and it's all done, not under just the 'guise' of love, but from a place of genuine love, and that's how both characters see it. it's entirely damaging and fucked up and the aftereffects of it on armand's mind and sense of self are present for centuries, compounded by everything else he went through. he still draws both comfort and pain from thinking about his past now and even tries to partially recreate the dynamic with someone else both in the book (with daniel, armand taking the role of the master; and keeping young 'mortal slaves' for a time) and in the show (with louis, armand taking the role of the slave)

it is a super fucked up relationship & i'm not one of those people who thinks you shouldn't be allowed to enjoy those in fiction. there's a lot of them that appeal to me obviously, and of course everyone has their own boundaries when it comes to that too. AND i know it's not all marius fans or even all marius/armand fans. i literally don't care what people like in fiction and i think we should all just mind our own business honestly

but it's the people who act like they're the only ones who get that it's just a tragic beautiful romance, that nobody else can read apparently, that 'marius haters' are just looking for things to be mad at that make me go ???????

[riwooga]

Part 2 of DOL npcs! Criminals edition ✨

The day any of them become love interests I’ll die happy (ESPECIALLY WREN)

Anyway here’s the close up’s too, excuse the mess 😌

[armandcock]

& btw my kid armand pov feelings will be further explored in the hypothetical third chapter of paterfamilias

[alienkitty259]

[monstersflashlight]

Ma'am please i beg, something about a war hero virgin monster of any kind letting loose all his pent up desire on brothel madame reader... maybe stealing her away (or inviting all his comrades to join in hehe)

Hi anon! It turned a lot more sweet than expected, but I think it's pretty great. Hope you like it! <3

Orc x fem!reader

You tried to fuck him so many times before, he always came into the brothel and talked with you, but was never interested in your advances. Until one day, when he was drunk, he confessed he was a virgin and didn’t want to disappoint you being mediocre at it. You chuckled and he never talked about it again. That’s why it surprised you so much when before going to war, he promised you he’d be back for you. He would win and bring a victory to the clan, and then you’d be his price.

You knew you wanted him, you knew his promise would be what would make you pain and anguish until he came back, anticipation and dread filling you every day that passed and he didn’t appear. It was an insufferable torture to wait for him, to be there and direct everything, one eye always on the door to see if he crossed. One of your girls always at the door in case news arrived from the fort and he was dead. You pained, and waited…

And then a loud crash sounded in the main bar as you were doing some paperwork. You heard your nae being called so loud the walls vibrated with the force of it. It was all it took for you to know.

He was home. He won and he was there to conquer his price. He was there to conquer… you.

You exited your office at the same time he came barreling to get you. When he approached and threw you over his shoulder you barely made a sound, already prepared to give your everything to him. He carried you away between the whistles and excited rumble of all your girls and patrons. You wanted to chuckle, but the anticipation and pent up sexual desire was driving you insane, stopping you mustering any kind of sound.

He took you to his cabin at the edge of the town, not too far away from your brothel. He kicked the door open and walked right to his bedroom, he threw you over it and ordered you to strip. You did it without arguing, you were as ready for it as he was. He ripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving your body. The moment his erection sprung free you had to swallow a moan. He was so big. Way too big. You didn’t even know if he could fit inside, but you were nothing but an overachiever.

He looked at you for a long moment, but before you could say anything, he was over you, too eager and inexperienced, but his excitement covered for it. He kissed your breasts, your abdomen, and when he arrived to your pussy, you grabbed his hair hard and he stopped. You told him softly that you knew, and watched how his green face got darker because of his embarrassment. You smiled at him and told him to go slow, to enjoy it as he would of a nice dessert. And good goddess he did. He ate you out with abandon, not fine caress, not really any technique behind it, but he was so good, his tusks around your labia and your clit being sucked and licked. It was a low burn that turned you into a mess of babbling groans and moans.

He didn’t last long, though. Soon after, way before you were ready, he was covering your body and trying to fit inside. You shushed him and pushed him onto his back, attacking his mouth as you rubbed your dripping pussy over his huge green dick. He moaned, and you felt more of his precum making a mess out of both of you. It was exhilarating to have such a big monster under you, so desperate to get inside of you. It was like anything you’ve ever felt before.

You got his tip inside and felt how he shoot inside your pussy, way too soon, getting embarrassed by his eagerness. You chucked and assured him it was normal for a virgin to spill in the first moments. But he was still hard, so you continued even though he kept begging and saying it was too much. But he didn’t stop you. You lowered your hips until they were flushed against his pelvis, rolling them and crying out because of how good it felt. He came again, but didn’t go soft. You rode him like a savage, but it was still not enough, and soon after he was turning you and pushing you onto the mattress, fucking you like a piston as you moaned his name. You came three times, and he flooded you with his cum, kissing you at the same time, claiming you completely.

He claimed you. He claimed his prize.

[bunnis-monsters]

Some I have already finished and some I don’t.

[monster-disaster]

I have a request for you!

A female reader that is happy-go-lucky and carefree. She frequents a monster brothel very much to the annoyance of the owner, a large gruff skull headed male demon. All the workers outright refuse to accept any payment from her because she's that good of a fuck and they also slack off during work hours to chat with her. She's very amusing and has an infectiously positive attitude, becoming a pseudo therapy dog for them. He considers her a menace to his establishment.

The next time she comes in he gives her an itemized bill and tells her she is barred from entering until she pays up. The workers start making a fuss and his hubris kicks in and makes a bargain. He'll see if she is that good of a fuck, and if he runs out of stamina before her he'll pay for everything.

He's thinking that she's going to end up under him out of energy and breathlessly moaning his name. If only he knew the opposite is going to happen..…

Dear Anon, I love your brain.

demon!Ezek x human!Reader Good to know: smut

The demon stands outside, framed by the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. His arms are crossed over his chest, muscles straining the fabric of his shirt as he watches you round the corner. His dark, angular face twists into a scowl at the sight of you walking towards him with a spring in your step, light and easy as if you are simply meeting an old friend rather than the very creature who sent you away with a hefty bill only weeks ago. His sharp eyes narrow with suspicion, and annoyance rolls off his spine in waves. Yet, when your gaze meets his, you flash him a grin, bright and carefree. Your lipstick glints under the light of the setting sun still peaking out between the tall buildings. The glow gives you an orange blush that makes the deep color of your eyes shine with something that makes him grumble.

"Little pest," he greets you with a grunt. "I thought you wouldn't come."

The curve of your lips turns sly as you peek at him through your eyelashes. "You thought wrong," you tell him. "I missed my boys too much not to come, anyway."

Your words hit their mark. The tight frown etched into his bony features deepens at the use of your words. He almost scoffs. His annoyance lingers in the air, but he says nothing, only stares at you with that simmering, barely contained displeasure.

Your boys...

And he can't even argue with that. Ever since he sent you away with that bill, his men have treated him like the enemy rather than their boss. They grumble under their breath, shooting him looks like he is a storm cloud hanging over their heads. They have become a flock of offended hens, huffing and puffing whenever they catch sight of him. Their loyalty to you has been a thorn in his side ever since.

You have been the thorn in his side ever since you first set foot in his brothel years ago, slipping through the front door like a breeze that none of them saw coming. You charmed your way into his men's good graces, winning over their hearts with a flick of your little finger. It got to the point where his men wouldn't even accept your money, brushing off your attempts to pay with dismissive waves and toothy grins. It was a rare sight, seeing the lot of them, usually gruff and hardened, melting under your influence like snow under a warm sun. They'd offer you drinks on the house, pull up chairs beside you for conversations, and treat you like one of their own, much to his growing frustration. He’d seen how their eyes would light up when you arrived, and the playful banter that used to fill the rooms whenever you were around. To them, you were a welcome break from the usual grind, but to him, you were nothing but a nuisance, one he couldn’t quite seem to rid himself of no matter how many times he tried to draw boundaries.

"Come, then," the demon rumbles, jerking his head toward the entrance before opening it in front of you with a rough motion. The hinges creak in protest, blending into the noises of the traffic around.

"Where are the others?" you ask immediately, your gaze sweeping over the empty, dimly lit hall as you step through the doorway.

"I sent them home."

The deal he made with you spread through the brothel within a few hours. The whispers and knowing glances bounced from one monster to another like wildfire, and before the demon knew it, the place was unbearable with the sneaky exchanges. He felt like the butt of a joke, and he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Oh," you reply. The disappointment in your voice only adds fuel to his growing annoyance. "I wanted to ask Blake how his family gathering went."

Ezek scowls down at you. His features, all bones, seem haunting. The deep crimson of his skin darkens as he glares. "What?" he asks, irritated. Then, he shakes his head dismissively. "Don't answer. I don't care."

You huff in answer. "Rude."

He rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply as he gestures for you to follow him. The impatience buzzes beneath his taut skin, making his movements rigid while he leads you down the corridor. Each step he takes is purposeful as if he is trying to outrun his annoyance simmering just below the surface.

After he’d had enough of his men’s antics, he finally made the decision to call you. He swore he felt Hell freezing over when you answered the line, all chirpy and upbeat as usual. It was infuriating how effortlessly you managed to sound cheerful when he was at his wit's end at the brothel.

"What can I do for you?"

Ezek snarled before he forced the words out of his mouth. "I have a deal for you."

His idea was simple: you could come and go as you pleased for free, as long as you showed him why the monsters who were supposed to work for him and generate profit acted like you were the one who owned the place. It was a way for him to regain some semblance of control while getting rid of you for good.

"I will be there," you agreed.

The room he chose is simple, with low lights that cast a warm, inviting glow all over. Neatly arranged sheets lie atop the bed, their sweet scent filling the air and mingling with the subtle hints of something floral and fresh.

"I need the bathroom first," you say, already putting down your purse and making your way to the other door.

"Sure," the male grunts in reply with a hint of disinterest in his voice as he loosens a few buttons of his shirt. The fabric parts, revealing a glimpse of his skin.

He settles down on the bed, leaning back against the plush headboard while waiting for you. He can hear you moving around, and without realizing it, he steals glances toward the bathroom, his mind racing with thoughts he can't quite pin down. You are a lively little thing, radiating so much brightness that he has no choice but to feel both frustrated and intrigued at the same time. It doesn’t matter, though. After this night, he will show you that you have no place here, and everyone can move on without making his life impossible. The thought solidifies in his mind. He’s determined to reclaim his authority, to restore order among the chaos you've brought. This night will serve as a reminder to both you and his men that while your presence may be captivating, it’s also fleeting, a temporary distraction that he intends to put an end to.

When you appear at the doorway a few minutes later, he can’t help but be surprised at the sight of you. He expected you to go all out to impress him, but instead, you are clad in nothing but simple white underwear that fits snugly over your curves. Ezek feels a mix of admiration and irritation stir within him as he lets his gaze rake over your soft body. It’s disarming, and he can’t shake the feeling that you are effortlessly turning the tables on him, challenging his resolve in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

"What do you think?" you ask him with a big smile on your face. You twirl around to show him more, though there isn’t much to reveal when it comes to your underwear. It looks soft and comfortable, but his attention is quickly drawn to the plush curve of your ass before you turn back to face him. "I bought it just yesterday."

For a long second, Ezek is silent, taking in the sight of you. Did you really buy this for tonight? But he doesn’t voice any of this, though. While you’re nothing but an annoying little pest in his life, he has no desire to hurt your feelings or damage your self-esteem. Besides, he knows his men would burn him alive if they sensed he’d crossed that line. Instead, he clenches his jaw, torn between frustration and a reluctant admiration for your naiveness.

"You look stunning."

And he isn’t lying. Your natural confidence shines brighter than any lingerie ever could. The soft glow of your skin under the dim lights enhances your allure, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the thin fabric of your bra, clinging to you and showing off your hard nipples. It’s a sight that pulls his focus, stirring something deep within him that he’s too annoyed to confront. Even in something so simple, you manage to captivate him in a way he didn’t expect, and it leaves him grappling with a newfound awareness of just how potent your presence can be.

Moving on the bed, Ezek lets his legs fall onto the plush carpet as he leans slightly onto his knees.

"Come here," he commands, locking his gaze onto yours the whole time.

Maybe he is struggling to find his footing in this situation, but he sure won’t let you lead this dance between the two of you.

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His long fingers grip your hips with bruising force, digging into the soft skin as he struggles to find control. It’s as if he can’t decide whether to stop you or urge you to move faster, making you bounce harder on his lap. It feels like his brain shut down the moment you climbed onto his lap an hour ago, and now all he can focus on is the heat of your body. Your warmth presses into him in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. Every shift of your body and every roll of your hips sends a fresh jolt through him, and he’s not sure if it’s pleasure or frustration that makes his grip tighten even more. Probably both. His breath comes out ragged, catching in his chest as he tries to steady himself, but it's a losing battle. Every time he thinks he is regaining control, you shift or press closer, and the edges of his thoughts blur again.

You are on his lap, riding him with a relentless rhythm. Your warm, slick heat envelopes him with every bounce. The sound of your bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin, fills the otherwise quiet room, blending with the soft creak of the bed beneath you. If Ezek could muster even a shred of sanity, he’d be irritated by the rhythmic noise. He sure will change every bed in this damn brothel the moment he can think again. But right now, every coherent thought slips through his grasp like sand. His fingers press deeper into your soft flesh, trying to steady you, or perhaps himself, as each movement sends a fresh surge of pleasure through him. It’s maddening, the way you ride him, guiding the pace with a confidence that both frustrates and excites him.

"Ezek," you moan above him. The high, desperate sound wraps around him like a vice, pulling tight, and he feels his erection jerk inside your wet, clenching heat.

A low growl rumbles from his chest. His teeth grind together at the way you moan his name, and then your hands slip from the headboard to wrap around his horns. The sudden, sharp tug on his skull makes his vision go white-hot at the edges as a shudder of raw sensation courses down his spine. His hips buck upward in a frantic, uncontrolled thrust that has him driving deeper inside you. The pressure of your grip on his horns leaves him reeling, forcing out another growl from deep in his throat as his body responds to you in ways he can’t quite rein in. He holds you down, forcing you to stay tight and snug around his cock as he grinds his hips up into you. He can feel the slick warmth of his previous release as it seeps out of your used hole, dripping around the base of his cock with every thrust. The sensation is filthy, spurring him on further to push into you with a rough determination that leaves your pussy clenching around him.

"Fuck," the demon snarls, his voice rough and guttural as he pushes himself up on the bed.

He moves with a sudden, feral urgency, crowding you beneath his larger frame. With a swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, forcing your chest down into the rumpled sheets while your surprised squeal echoes in the room. His palm presses down firmly on the small of your back, pinning you in place as he shifts one of your legs to the side, spreading you open. The position leaves your pussy swollen and easily accessible.

"Ezek!" His name falls from your lips like a breathless plea as he drives into you again. Your body arches instinctively, responding to the overwhelming pleasure. His hips snap forward with an animalistic force. Each stroke is deep and unrelenting as if he’s determined to imprint himself into every part of you. You can feel him everywhere, the heat of his body against yours, the way his presence fills the space around you, making it feel both electric and consuming.

The male leans over you, his breath is hot against your ear as he growls. "Cum around me, Y/N." The weight of his body presses down. Your ass is soft and plush against his pelvis. Each thrust drives him deeper, pushing you closer to the edge.

The demon's muscles are taut as he holds himself above you. He can feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, a sign that he is nearing his own release. His balls pull tight, the need to fill you up almost primal, urging him on with a ferocity that makes his heart race. He digs his fingers into the sheets, anchoring himself as he quickens his pace.

“Y/N,” he growls, his voice low and raw. "Let go for me."

The tight, urging command is the final push you need. He swears he could break his own teeth by the force he closes his mouth as your warm pussy clutches and pulses around him. The feeling of you milking his already sensitive cock snaps the molten heat pooling low in his stomach. It’s as if every nerve ending in his body ignites at once, stealing his breath away for several long seconds. The tight grip of your warmth around him pushes him to the brink, and he can't help but growl as he feels his release barreling toward him, unstoppable.

With a final, deep thrust, he lets go, filling you completely as he shudders in ecstasy. Thick spurts of his cum paint your tightening walls. The warmth of him floods you in waves that send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both of you. He can feel the pearly white liquid drip down, smearing over your joined skin.

As he finally catches his breath, he collapses onto the bed next to you, chest heaving and the world still spinning. For a long while, both of you lie sprawled out on the bed, the air warm and thick with the mingled scent of your arousal. He turns his head to glance at you, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. The dim light casts a soft glow across your features, highlighting the contentment etched on your face. It’s a sight that sends a wave of satisfaction through him.

He takes a moment to soak it all in.

Until you break the silence.

“Do you think if I give you some time, you’ll be ready for another round?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your voice is hoarse, yet as cheerful and bright as ever.

The question catches the demon off guard, leaving him momentarily breathless as he stares at you in disbelief. “Wha'?”

You shrug with a playful glint in your eyes. “You are better than I thought.”

The praise ignites a fire within him, causing his blood to boil. His usual scowl returns, hardening the sharp lines of his features as he processes your words.

For a few silent seconds, you hold his gaze, tilting your head slightly as if trying to decipher his reaction. “That’s a no?”

The demon groans, frustration creeping into his voice as he glances up at the ceiling. “Go and find your boys.”

“And what if I do that thing with my tongue again?” you ask. The sultry tilt in your voice sends a jolt of arousal and pain through his already spent cock, making it twitch in response.

Well, call him a machoist... "Give me ten minutes."

He will hear about this from the others anyway when you saunter into the brothel, so why shouldn't he enjoy it while he can?

[minotaurlover]

Okay, but like. Sexworker!reader who has a booth/small room in a sex club/brothel where they spend more and more time because they love being fucked by monsters. Nobody knows their identity, (the light is low, makeup heavy etc.), but they always work in the same room, and the word spreads about how... good they are at their job. Takes wolfmen down to the knot, gags on minotaur cock, lets tentacles use all holes at the same time. Will take on as many monsters as fits in the room at the same time. Rarely taps out, has very few rules and loves being used and degraded. In this story I will-

[twstfanblog]

Crewel married Crowley specifically to avoid being forced into an engagement with Robert im fucking calling it. With Crowley he can be his worst self and maintain independence, with Robert, the poor lad would try to fix Crewel when there’s nothing to be fixed.

Surprisingly, not in this AU! Crewel 'gave up' Robert because he'd have a bigger pay out marrying Crowley. Robert would have been an easy husband to have and direct around.

But like...the spouse of a grand duke is much more impressive.

The brothel AU however...Crewel ran away from home to avoid marrying Robert.

Monster AU, Crewel is married to Robert and he hates it. Which is why when Crowley reappears to send Yuu on her 'quest' Crewel just slaps Robert with a divorce and leaves.

[fayesia]

Could you do more house of the dragon p links??😭🙏

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 18+ TWITTER LINKS (PT2)

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩Daemon

modern!daemon banging the babysitter

His perfect niece

Serving him at Harrenhal

Using his niece's other hole to not "taint" her purity

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩Cregan

Eating his wife out before fucking her

Returning after spending many nights away from you

Men of the North have absolute monsters confirmed

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩Aegon

Playing with his betrothed

secret nights at the brothel with his niece

Catching a spy among his servants

Learning to share with his brother

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩Aemond

Using you as his stress reliever

Learning to share with his brother

His angry return from the dragons stone awakes you

Remembering to give and not just take

Visiting you at the brothel

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩Jacaerys

Bonding time with his sister

Ensuring his sister can't be sent to marry any lord

A sensual wedding night to try everything

[greeniegaes]

Screaming crying sobbing

Over a courtesan Shen Yuan.

Maybe he knew YQY and SJ when they were kids, maybe not. Either way SY ends up working at the warm red pavilion and ends up interacting with SJ

First it’s just small things, delivering tea for his jiejies, putting instruments back when they are done, dropping off various things.

Then he starts actually talking to SJ and SJ surprisingly doesn’t hate him just for being a guy (I’ve been thinking trans yuan here but also like cos yuan works, I this trans is funnier cause SJ is like ‘damn you CHOSE to be a man? L move bro’)

They start getting along more and more, working together on music SJ has to turn in for his peak, actually chatting comfortably, stuff like that. SJ realizes SY is an absolute monster freak and always tells him about the stuff he’s seen, long chats lounging on the same bed into the night.

Until one day YQY and LQG burst in.

SJ is instantly in protect mode, hissing and spitting at his sect siblings as SY groggily wakes up, watching them bicker. Eventually LQG says something along the lines of ‘well if you weren’t messing around we’d already be tracking down such and such beast’ to which SY perks up out of bed, quickly throwing on his clothes before anyone can so much as blink and is just

“Well let’s get going then.”

SJ quickly tries to stop the man, annoyed that his di would even entertain the thought of talking with LQG. SY though, does not give a fuck, throwing SJ a zither to use for musical cultivation, telling the jiejies bye and making them go out on their little adventure.

LQG and YQY are so confused, looking at this freaky little twink drooling over various things about monsters all the while SJ is giving them death glares and huffing.

YQY is extremely jealous watching SJ and this dude too, like bro! That’s his emotionally unavailable Shen! Get your own! He’s upset at how easily they get along, how SJ doesn’t care if his hand is pulled along or if SY tugs on him to whisper something. Anytime YQY had ever attempted such a thing SJ would pull or flinch away, making him stop

LQG meanwhile is just… confused. On one hand his moral code states that any courtesan isn’t a good person to be around. On the other hand this cute guy is getting excited over monster guts in a way he’s never seen before and it’s quiet fascinating to hear him do enough talking for the rest of the group.

I feel like eventually LQG and SJ are totally in love with SY and YQY is in love with SJ so they end up awkwardly paired together, all vying for another’s attention and stuff.

(If SY ever met airplane here he’d be so pissed by the way, chasing him around like a rhino and yelling about how he had to deal away with his pride (SY made the choice of going to the brothel, he doesn’t even do sex work though.) and the others just watch him like ‘wow, look at him acting so feral, kinda hot tbh)

[partyanimal167]

Aaaah!!! I love the set up, and I'm so excited for more!!!! Thank you so much~

Omg just read your brothel au and kept thinking about first time y/n. What about reader's first time at the brothel but can't chose between the monster trio so the madam suggest a special offer of all three bc she knows you'll become a repeat client then

Thanks if you like it ~ 💚

Thank you SO much for this ask, I’m so excited to keep writing about this scenario!!! I hope you like it too :)

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MONSTER TRIO x Y/N

brothel au

(part 2 coming soon!!!)

(a/n: kissing, brothel, sw, fingering, stripping, lots of foreplay and heartfelt conversations)

Summary: Y/N’s first time at the esteemed pirate-brothel, named Lavender Gardens.

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“First time?”

You stiffen, and turn to see a green-haired, muscular man sidle up beside you at the bar. He’s wearing a green silk kimono, with white and blue waves decorating the hem. He has three gold earrings twinkling at his jaw, and a scar across one eye.

He’s gorgeous.

“Um,” you squeak, shifting over a little to make room. “How can you tell?”

“Because you’re about to break that glass,” he gestures to the wine glass clutched in your fist, a bubbly rosé that tastes too sweet. Nervously, you take a sip. Hopefully the liquid courage will help you calm down.

You were here for a treat, remember?

You’ve been working hard for the past few weeks, barely giving any time to yourself. You need a relaxation session, and soon. You decide to swallow your nervousness, and clear your throat.

“So, um…what’s your name?” You do your best to meet his fierce, dark eye. He smiles, not unkindly, and settles down into his seat. He waves the bartender over, and orders a cup of sake. The bartender brings over a white porcelain bottle and a small, matching cup.

“Zoro,” he says, lightly tapping the R in his name, so it was slightly rolled. You repeat it back to him, and he nods. You smile.

“Nice name.” You take another sip of your drink, as Zoro pours himself one. Steam curls wispy and warm from the cup, and you tip your head. “You like hot saké?” You ask, wondering how it tastes.

“Mm,” he nods, and hands you the cup. “Try it.”

Nervously, you reach out and take it. Your fingers brush against Zoro’s hand, and electricity bolts through you. You hope he can’t see your blush.

The room around you is dark, for the most part, lit by soft, stained glass lanterns that hang from the ceiling and cast rainbow-filtered colors around the velvet lounge. The bar is off to the side, relatively secluded from the dance area and the VIP booths. Velvet curtains hang in front of them, with silver and gold chains twinkling down the deep red fabric. You wonder what’s behind those curtains.

You wonder what it would be like on the other side.

Suddenly, a red flash of movement slams into your vision, and careens into your side.

“Pretty!” The red blur says, and your vision clears enough to make out a wide, grinning smile and a boy’s handsome face. He has raven hair.

“Luffy!” Zoro warns, reaching over your chest to swat the red blur away. He’d been latched onto your arm, strong and solid, but he pulls away with a moan. Zoro snorts.

“Meanie…” Luffy mutters, and slides into the seat next to you. You clutch your glass of rosé like it’s a lifeboat. The boy smells like weed.

“Hi…,” you say nervously, “Nice to meet you.” The boy grins.

“Hiya!” He leans into you again, so not conscious of your personal space. You can’t say you mind, however. The pure charisma radiating off this dark-haired, red-kimono clad man was electric. Magnetizing. You feel yourself leaning closer to him. He pecks a kiss on your cheek.

“Wanna do a show with me?” He asks, grinning. He traces his fingertips along the back of your hand, and fire blooms beneath his touch. You wonder if it’s possible to self-destruct.

Zoro growls, “I saw her first.”

Luffy pouts. “But she’s so pretty! I wanna go first!” He bumps his shoulder into you, and you stiffen. You’re not sure if you’re still breathing.

“Be nice to the lady, Luffy, she’s scared of you,” the bartender intervenes, polishing a whiskey glass with a rag. He has long, slender hands. You meet his blue-sapphire eyes and rake your own eyes through his blond hair. He winks at you. “Don’t mind him, mademoiselle. He’s always like this.”

“Am not!” Luffy interjects, “She’s too pretty to pass up!”

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies,” you interject, not wanting to be left behind. Having two men fight over you was a…new experience for you. You shyly meet the raven-haired, energetic man’s eyes. “But I don’t mind,” you say with a little too much air in your voice. The boy’s grin turns wicked.

“Hah? Hear that Sanji? She’s not scared! Are ya, y/n?” He must have overheard you tell Zoro your name earlier. He leans in, pressing his nose gently against your face. “And no, I don’t say that to all the ladies. Just you.”

You look away, bashful. “Liar,” you tease. Luffy whines, tugging on the sleeve of your flowy top. It’s magenta: a bright, flattering color against your skin. Your hair is coiled atop your head, secured with a rhinestone kanzashi. Your makeup is dark yet simple, and your fingers are adorned with silver, jeweled rings. Your leather, navy blue skirt hugs your thighs tightly as you squeeze them together.

Suddenly, a breeze of lavender and vanilla wafts through the air. You turn over your shoulder, and meet the gaze of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life. She smiles gracefully at you, and places her hand on Zoro’s shoulder.

“Are these men giving you trouble?”

You shake your head.

Far from it.

Trouble is exactly what you want to get yourself into, right now. You tell the lady as much, and she laughs heartily. It sounds like bells.

“Well, you’re welcome to take them both to a show, if you’re interested. Luffy’s room? It’s quite spacious,” she gazes at you with glittering, amethyst eyes. “My name is Lavender, by the way.” She extends her hand, and you shake it. Her lilac silk kimono drapes gracefully around her shoulders, revealing milky white collarbones. She holds her kimono’s long sleeve out of the way as she reaches towards you. You see two beaten gold guards on her fourth and fifth fingers, and a row of shimmering diamond bracelets on her slender wrist. Her fingernails are painted pink. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” you shyly say, shaking her delicate hand. “Nice to meet you too.” You fiddle with your hair, not wanting to appear disheveled in front of this beautiful lady.

She tosses a lock of her own glossy, chestnut hair over her shoulder. It tumbles down her back in waves. “Now, we offer another solution as well,” she grins wicked at you, her eyes flicking to the bartender. “Why not have all three?”

You blanch. You’ve never had three men at once, before. You’ve never even had a threesome before. You’ve had sex, sure, some bad and some good. Your past partners have all been sweet, for the most part, but kind of simple. Vanilla. Bland.

You want an adventure.

“Sure,” you say, surprised at your confidence, “How much?”

***

Now, you stand in the entranceway of a velvet boudoir. It’s nautical themed, with a black pirate flag strung proudly across one wall. The windows are shaped like portholes, and there’s a big blue shell playing soft sea shanties on the dresser.

There’s a few hammocks stretched across the opposite wall, and a low, king-sized bed with a quilted cover in the center. A few dressers and mirrors decorate the room, with two bedside tables each with lowly lit oil lamps.

You slowly step in.

“Welcome to my Sunny boudoir!” Luffy says proudly, spreading his hands out in welcome. “Make yourself at home!”

Oh, you think, I will.

You also notice some robot action figures on the far dresser, and you smile. Luffy obviously had full control over his room’s decoration. He plops down onto the bed, bouncing a little. There’s pillows and blankets strewn about the room, and the closet in the corner is messily stuffed full of red and blue clothes. You giggle softly to yourself: he obviously had full control over cleaning, too.

Zoro is behind you, stepping into the room with Sanji behind him. You’d learned the bartender’s name as you’d shyly made small talk on the way upstairs. The hallway had been lined with paper lanterns, glowing violet. Now, you turn in a circle, unsure of what to do.

“Um—,” you squeak, twisting your hands together, “What comes first?”

“How boutta kiss??” Luffy bounds up to you, springing off the large mattress to hop up in front of you. He grins, “I like kissing girls.”

You flush, and give a small nod. Slowly, your hands come up to cup his face. You press a kiss to his soft, plush lips. He hums, deepening the kiss almost immediately, his hands coming to grip your waist. He has a strong, firm grip around you and his hands are warm. Zoro comes up behind you. He places a delicate kiss against the side of your neck, right at your pulse point. He pulls your hair out of the way.

“Don’t hog her,” Sanji huffs, and comes up to shove Luffy out of the way. The boy in red whines, but lets himself get pushed away. He moves over to Zoro, and starts placing delicate kisses along his jaw, instead. His earrings glitter in the light. Sanji stands in front of you, smiling. He leans forward, and you meet him halfway to kiss him hotly, and passionately. He “mmphs!” in surprise.

You make out with the three boys, each in turns. Eventually, they lead you to the bed. Sanji is dressed in a striped, lemon-yellow kimono, that he soon shrugs off his shoulders. Zoro and Luffy follow suit. You flush, taking in their toned, tanned bodies. Each of them have a six pack. Oh my god.

“Your turn,” Luffy stage-whispers to you, brushing his lips against your ear. He delicately tugs at the bottom of your shirt. “Can I take this off?”

You crinkle your nose. “I feel self-conscious,” you admit, fiddling with the hem. You’re nowhere near as athletically built as these three men, and you clutch at your soft tummy in regret. “What if—,” you stop, and swallow. You meet the three men’s eyes. “What if you don’t like it?”

All three of them visibly soften.

“I like it,” Luffy whispers, and Sanji reaches out to squeeze the arch of your foot. You’re sitting with your legs crossed, surrounded by the three prostitutes. You’d paid the lady in full already, but you felt sick thinking they wouldn’t enjoy themselves while playing.

The three of them make eye contact. Zoro clears his throat. “We…like sex,” he eventually says, “Why else would we be here?”

“We can also refuse any client,” Sanji murmurs, running his thumb along your foot. It tickles, but you don’t pull away. His touch feels like satin against your skin. You wonder how he keeps his hands so soft.

“Oh,” you say, your shoulders relaxing a bit. You hadn’t noticed how tight they’d been. You’ve been holding your breath apparently, too, you realize as you draw in a ragged lungful of air. You gaze sheepishly down at the knotted magenta fabric in your hands. “That’s good.”

“Besides,” Zoro runs his hand along your shoulder blade, sitting a bit behind you. His back is straight against the curved, wooden headboard. The quilt crinkles under his weight. “You’re really beautiful, too.”

You blush, and immediately start to pull your shirt over your head. Enough waiting. “So are you!” You admit, the glee catching up to you. “I’m so glad I’m here,” you turn to Luffy to grin at his smile, and he presses a kiss to your sensitive lips.

“Me too,” he whispers, and deepens the kiss. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you let him in. His tongue is warm and wide as it slowly explores the inside of your mouth. A chill runs through you, and you shiver excitedly. “I like kissing you,” he murmurs against your lips, and you nod.

“Me too,” you echo, and lean forward to kiss him again.

Sanji comes up behind you, kneeling on the bed. He softly undoes your bra, and drops it gently on the floor. “Don’t forget this later,” he murmurs against your neck, his hands coming up to cup your breasts. He molds them in his hands. “Things can get lost in this mess.” He glares over at Luffy, who’s pulled away to tug off his boxers. Zoro is slowly palming himself through his underwear. You want to see them off.

“Can I see you?” You ask the green-haired man, arousal starting to drip between your legs. Luffy reaches under your skirt, and you moan. His touch is graceful and wild, already slipping past your panties to finger your aching clit. His movements are speedy yet practiced, his breath hot against your ear. Sanji thumbs over your hardened nipples. His cock presses hard into your back.

“Take this off for us, lovely,” he says, tugging at the waistband of your skirt. You nod, sitting up so Luffy has better access to your clit, and Sanji can undo your skirt’s back zipper. He slides it over your legs, and you clumsily shimmy out of it. You take your panties off, too. So now you’re naked in front of three men, for the first time in your life.

You grin.

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[silly-goober-445]

As promised, here is my Shen Yuan AU, the "tiger of Bai Zhan" shen yuan (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I wanted to make something for the mascs and tops in the audience because in my humble opinion we need more big rugged shen yuan. (Also cuz I ship him so hard with sqq and them being total opposites has my brain going brrrrrr)

So what is this about? Basically in this au shen yuan is this absolute fiend who joins Bai Zhan at like 10, ( also meeting sqq by accident while on his way to the mountain). He's unapologetically fixated on everything monster and demon related, he has no qualms about beating the fuck out of anybody who makes fun of him, he's strong he's careless and an absolute headache to every single one of his shixiongs to a point where they have to send him away on missions and isolation training just to get him off their backs. He goes to brothels once he's old enough and does not care for any sort of chastity, drinking and having fun as much as he pleases and his peak is absolutely unable to stop him because he's one of their best assets.

I'm working through his backstory and why he ended up like this (he's still a transmigrator) but this post is already lengthy enough (⁠⌐⁠■⁠-⁠■⁠)

I'll definitely draw more stuff for this tho (⁠ ⁠՞⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠՞⁠）

Also I need a weapon idea for him cuz sword just sounds boring and not like him at all, maybe just straight up fists will do? ◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗

More art for this AU!!