WELCOME TO THE DRAGONâS DENâŚ
THE OWNERâS BOY: woodrow sano
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THE BACK ROOM: before you follow
TAKE A SEAT AT THE CARD TABLE, TAKE THE RISK. . .
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@manjjiros
WELCOME TO THE DRAGONâS DENâŚ
THE OWNERâS BOY: woodrow sano
BUY A DRINK: masterlist
PLAY THE SLOTS: most recent work
THE BACK ROOM: before you follow
TAKE A SEAT AT THE CARD TABLE, TAKE THE RISK. . .
Š @manjjiros. do not copy/repost/recommend.
The first time you open a pasta sauce jar all on your own, long acrylics and all Keisuke eats dinner in angry silence, looking at his hands and contemplating banning spaghetti from the house
manjiro mod come home. i miss you
Hehehe, you say weaponry and I get chills. Do you know who I am? I already told you I love a challenge, doll.Â
Bet youâd love to see me get my hands dirty, too. Could take care of you after I crack a few skulls open. A fight really gets the adrenaline goin'. ;)
-Hanma
iâd rather not.
look, hanma. iâm going on break. i would like to spend that break alone and away from the smell of sweaty alcoholics and cigarette smoke. if you donât mind.
he turns and starts to tug his waist apron off, looping around the bar to try and make an escape from the bar.
thinking about shuji in a collar and leash and muzzle leaning into you as you gently pull on it, the height difference causing him to bend quite aggressively down to meet you at your level. the metal of the muzzle brushes against your cheek, and you catch his predatory smile in the corner of your eye.
"are you enjoying this?" you tease. this had been your idea, after all, but you didn't expect him to go along with it so willingly. it's a pretty black set, with a bell on the collar that lightly sounds when he nods gently.
"of course, darling," he whispers, eyes alight. the gold and purple feel mesmerizing to look into. "i'll try anything for you. anything to get those precious little cheeks warm with that cute blush you get when you're flustered."
that blush is currently warming your face, you can feel it. you scoff instead, trying to hide it, and choose to pull on the leash again, a soft tug that elicits an oof noise.
"bad dog."
he growls, then, and it shoots directly down to the pit of your stomach, warmth spreading through you as you force him to his knees instead. "do you now what happens to bad dogs?" you say, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. he smiles up at you anyway, shaking his head.
"no, tell me."
"bad dogs need to be punished."
i need husband!ken to fix my car rn actually i think hearing him say âiâll take care of it, just relaxâ will fix my attitude and shut my brain off completely
7:14pm | Draken
cw: fem!reader, explicit smut/MDNI, fingering, squirting, Draken calls reader "good girl" and "baby," mentions of aftercare because Draken is a king. not proofread, i got excited. | wc: 715
Iâm a firm believer that Draken is proficient at making you squirt. He will have no âI canât, Ken,â or âIâve never done that.â Nope. When you meet Draken, heâll be sure to have your sheets ruined in a matter of seconds.
â â â
âThatâs a good girl, câmon, gimme another.â
Heâs got you on your back near the edge of the bed. He instructed you to hold your legs open, but by now your grip was slacking behind your knees after having just made a mess of the duvet underneath you. It was like nothing you had ever felt before.
personal trainer kakuchou. will be elaborating tn i fear.
personal trainer!kakuchou who doesnât smile when you have your first meeting. instead, he sits you down on a yoga mat and asks, âwhat are you really here for?â
personal trainer!kakuchou who listens to your reasoning for starting workout training, talking about stresses in life, in work, wanting to get back on track, and says nothing before walking off to grab hand wraps.
personal trainer!kakuchou who says âkeep going,â while squatting next to you and taking one of your hands, starting to wrap it with fighterâs tape, weaving around your knuckles and between each of your fingers.
personal trainer!kakuchou who, when you ask why heâs wrapping your hands, simply says, âyou need to hit something,â and gives you a look when you laugh awkwardly and say you donât.
personal trainer!kakuchou who gets you to your feet and holds the punching bag for you to hit, and you do. you lay into the bag and he tells you how to hold your hands, ball your fists, stand properly with your feet apart. and you find your stress melting, and his eyes flash with a knowing look.
personal trainer!kakuchou who stands over you diligently during your tri-weekly sessions, holding out his hands in case you canât get the bar back up on the rack. his eyes watching the way your muscles flutter and tense as you grit your teeth and plant your feet properly on the ground and force the bar back up.
personal trainer!kakuchou who is light with his praise, but that makes it more special; âthere you go, thatâs it. you did it. feels good, right? ⌠okay, so this is actually a drop set, so lay back down⌠there you go.â
personal trainer!kakuchou who is practically breathing down your neck during deadlifts or squats with the bar, hands hovering under your elbows and barking out encouragements to get up, straighten your knees, stand up, you can do it, be good for me, thatâs it- there you go!
personal trainer!kakuchou who notices when you start to go commando under your workout clothing and says nothing.
personal trainer!kakuchou who starts to tap your ass after hard workouts, nodding his approval with the faintest of smiles.
personal trainer!kakuchou whoâs never felt this way about one of his clients before, getting nervous when itâs leg day because youâve gotten so much stronger with his help and he can see that.
personal trainer!kakuchou who is taken aback when you invite him to dinner one night, under the guise of thanking him for all of his help in getting you into a better place, physically and mentally.
personal trainer!kakuchou who accepts almost bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with a boxing glove-clad hand.
personal trainer!kakuchou who picks you up for a dinner you scheduled, pays for your meal that you invited him to, and brings you home afterward.
personal trainer!kakuchou who is too nervous to take the next step, so you have to lean across the console and grab his chin to kiss him.
personal trainer!kakuchou who follows you inside like a puppy, but turns into a wolf the moment he gets inside your place.
personal trainer!kakuchou who throws your weight around like itâs nothing, throwing you onto your bed and shoving his face between thick, muscular thighs he helped to shape.
personal trainer!kakuchou who rolls you over on top of him after you cum on his tongue and encourages you to ride him, but ends up doing most of the work from below anyway.
personal trainer!kakuchou who laughs, a full-body and hearty laugh, when you comment idly, âi wish we couldâve been doing cardio like that this whole time.â
personal trainer kakuchou. will be elaborating tn i fear.
personal trainer!kakuchou who doesnât smile when you have your first meeting. instead, he sits you down on a yoga mat and asks, âwhat are you really here for?â
personal trainer!kakuchou who listens to your reasoning for starting workout training, talking about stresses in life, in work, wanting to get back on track, and says nothing before walking off to grab hand wraps.
personal trainer!kakuchou who says âkeep going,â while squatting next to you and taking one of your hands, starting to wrap it with fighterâs tape, weaving around your knuckles and between each of your fingers.
personal trainer!kakuchou who, when you ask why heâs wrapping your hands, simply says, âyou need to hit something,â and gives you a look when you laugh awkwardly and say you donât.
personal trainer!kakuchou who gets you to your feet and holds the punching bag for you to hit, and you do. you lay into the bag and he tells you how to hold your hands, ball your fists, stand properly with your feet apart. and you find your stress melting, and his eyes flash with a knowing look.
personal trainer!kakuchou who stands over you diligently during your tri-weekly sessions, holding out his hands in case you canât get the bar back up on the rack. his eyes watching the way your muscles flutter and tense as you grit your teeth and plant your feet properly on the ground and force the bar back up.
personal trainer!kakuchou who is light with his praise, but that makes it more special; âthere you go, thatâs it. you did it. feels good, right? ⌠okay, so this is actually a drop set, so lay back down⌠there you go.â
personal trainer!kakuchou who is practically breathing down your neck during deadlifts or squats with the bar, hands hovering under your elbows and barking out encouragements to get up, straighten your knees, stand up, you can do it, be good for me, thatâs it- there you go!
personal trainer!kakuchou who notices when you start to go commando under your workout clothing and says nothing.
personal trainer!kakuchou who starts to tap your ass after hard workouts, nodding his approval with the faintest of smiles.
personal trainer!kakuchou whoâs never felt this way about one of his clients before, getting nervous when itâs leg day because youâve gotten so much stronger with his help and he can see that.
personal trainer!kakuchou who is taken aback when you invite him to dinner one night, under the guise of thanking him for all of his help in getting you into a better place, physically and mentally.
personal trainer!kakuchou who accepts almost bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with a boxing glove-clad hand.
personal trainer!kakuchou who picks you up for a dinner you scheduled, pays for your meal that you invited him to, and brings you home afterward.
personal trainer!kakuchou who is too nervous to take the next step, so you have to lean across the console and grab his chin to kiss him.
personal trainer!kakuchou who follows you inside like a puppy, but turns into a wolf the moment he gets inside your place.
personal trainer!kakuchou who throws your weight around like itâs nothing, throwing you onto your bed and shoving his face between thick, muscular thighs he helped to shape.
personal trainer!kakuchou who rolls you over on top of him after you cum on his tongue and encourages you to ride him, but ends up doing most of the work from below anyway.
personal trainer!kakuchou who laughs, a full-body and hearty laugh, when you comment idly, âi wish we couldâve been doing cardio like that this whole time.â
Old sketches that i'm too lazy to finish
personal trainer kakuchou. will be elaborating tn i fear.
Now why would you tell me when your break is if you didnât want me to follow you? Seems very contradictory of you.
I suppose I can pretend to not notice which way you go, and âcoincidentallyâ end up in the same place. Who knows.
*He takes a sip of his drink, keeping perfect eye contact.*
-Hanma
you can do whatever you want. get near me and iâll press the emergency button. iâm not afraid to call for the big scary guys with weaponry.
just drink your drink, hanma.
"You're my favorite piece of art."
the girl with the tattoo.
she's my collar. chapter two.
synopsis. you're forced to reminisce on an old fling that got you in this mess, and find solace in a new one who helps you to forget.
characters. manjiro sano, chifuyu matsuno. hanma shuji.
contains. mentions of a toxic relationship. guns mention. dubcon. drugs. drug consumption. branding/marking. heavy smut. suggestive content. adult language. adult situations. fingering. oral. alcohol. alcohol consumption. cunnilingus. soft sex. possessiveness. claiming.
disclaimer. the events depicted in this are works of fiction and are in no way, shape, or form glorifying or promoting them. this is not suitable for children. this work is for those 18 years of age and older.
âWho gave you this tattoo?â
You blinked. Heavy petting. Chapped lips. Pills you didnât know the name of. A party. Someoneâs bedroom. Hands. Him.
âWho?â
You swallowed. You thought you were done with him and his bullshit. It took so much to finally get away, to finally be free and still somehow he found a way to weasel in and ruin your life. The sour taste of bile teased the back of your tightening throat. You struggled to swallow it back.
âYeah,â Mikey repeated, his thumb now tracing along the lines of that awful mark. âWho gave you this tattoo?â
Who? The taste of his name brought back memories you tried best to pretend were never made. He soured your tongue, made the corners of your mouth twitch downwards. Who gave you this tattoo?
âA man I wish I never knew.â
Flashbacks.
future hanma my belovedÂ
the girl with the tattoo.
she's my collar. chapter two.
synopsis. you're forced to reminisce on an old fling that got you in this mess, and find solace in a new one who helps you to forget.
characters. manjiro sano, chifuyu matsuno. hanma shuji.
contains. mentions of a toxic relationship. guns mention. dubcon. drugs. drug consumption. branding/marking. heavy smut. suggestive content. adult language. adult situations. fingering. oral. alcohol. alcohol consumption. cunnilingus. soft sex. possessiveness. claiming.
disclaimer. the events depicted in this are works of fiction and are in no way, shape, or form glorifying or promoting them. this is not suitable for children. this work is for those 18 years of age and older.
âWho gave you this tattoo?â
You blinked. Heavy petting. Chapped lips. Pills you didnât know the name of. A party. Someoneâs bedroom. Hands. Him.
âWho?â
You swallowed. You thought you were done with him and his bullshit. It took so much to finally get away, to finally be free and still somehow he found a way to weasel in and ruin your life. The sour taste of bile teased the back of your tightening throat. You struggled to swallow it back.
âYeah,â Mikey repeated, his thumb now tracing along the lines of that awful mark. âWho gave you this tattoo?â
Who? The taste of his name brought back memories you tried best to pretend were never made. He soured your tongue, made the corners of your mouth twitch downwards. Who gave you this tattoo?
âA man I wish I never knew.â
Flashbacks.