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KOSA 101

Let’s talk about this. This is something I haven’t seen a lot of in my end, and this new bill may be troubling to not just us as a whole, but content creators. So, this isn’t just exclusive to AO3 anymore. This can go as far as places like Wattpad, Quotev, DeviantArt, and here.

So, to put it bluntly, if you give a fuck, listen.

What is KOSA?

KOSA (Kids Online Safety Act,) is a bill within the United States that was initially created last year with the aim of protecting youth (considerably age 16 and under,) from viewing harmful content online. It has since been updated and reintroduced by Richard Blumenthal (D-CT) and Marsha Blackburn (R-TN.) Now, on surface level, it may seem like this has a good outlook, right? Not in the slightest. This bill, while it may not be passed yet rather introduced, may take an extreme to protect youth and monitor all. Yes, I said monitor.

Not only is NSFW content bound to be flagged, which may totally censor a lot of creators not just on this platform but others, a wider band that is under this new bill is LGBT+ content. According to Senator Blackburn of Tennessee, who is KOSA’s co-author, even education on race discrimination was viewed as “dangerous to kids,” and this soon branches out to race, gender, and sexuality discrimination. This also extends out to anxiety, depression, eating disorders, etc. The bill puts itself in the hands of State Attorney Generals in order for them to use tools of censorship against our rights and safety— not just for the youth, but for adults too, as we may face (giving an example,) hurdles trying to obtain things like legal documents.

How does KOSA work?

KOSA works by acting as a censor and self filter for the internet. By the hands of Attorney State Generals, they ultimately decide what is harmful to kids online. Though, this is a dual edged sword. This would also present the loss of access to information that a large sum of people may not deem dangerous. This again extends outward towards things like depression, substance abuse, etc— complex topics without a clear agreement on causes or solutions. This means that it could also filter, and possibly censor medical information, extending outward to trans medical care as well, which may lead on to silence the transgender community further. This is a very bad thing.

There would still be features like Age Verification, but it also filters legal speech. What I mean by “there will still be features,” to give an example, Tumblr has a tab in settings where you can add your birthday, which in turn verifies how old you are. Tiktok has this feature as well. About filtering legal speech, any kind of media or information that has to do with societal ills that is held on a platform, for example, Tumblr, will enable that platform to be held liable for holding that information. But… it may seem like I’m getting off topic, aren’t I?

So let’s swing back around…

KOSA has the ability to hurt creators on several different platforms. This gives the United States Government unlimited range of control over the internet.

This linktree has at least four different petitions open for you to take action against the bill, and to contact your congressmen and women. There’s also a discord server that’s dedicated to stopping KOSA from passing.

By doing this, you are spreading your voice. You are helping millions of people nationally— creators, artists, writers, everyone.

And finally, don’t just like this post. Reblog it— it helps it spread and gain exposure.

Let’s put an end to KOSA.

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no , buna ziua or hello . Idk if the reqs are open or not but if they are may i request of a Longan Dragon smut oneshot with a bratty reader?(mate , smut oneshots of Longan are inexistent , i need more, i crave for more longan stuff)

『yeah I def agree w you babe but like… holy shit. are we gonna die or are we gonna d i e die die D I E . . .』

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

longan dragon x bratty!gn!reader

tw // bratty behavior, master dynamic, hair pulling, asphyxiation play, double penetration, oral with another partner, degredation, voyuerism, bondage, riding, dragon rut, MAJOR CNC/SOMNOPHILIA

baker's notes // BAD DRAGOOOOOOONNNNNN AHAHAHAHAH

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“A-AaaAaaA-AAahh! L-L-Lonnngaaaan-n-n-n! T-Too’o muuuch!”

Guess what time it is! It’s spring time, which means all the animals across the globe get to repopulate and multiply like jackrabbits. Dragons are no exception. Longan’s ruts hit them like tidal waves— they’ve been around for so long that they stopped keeping track of when they start and stop, and when the next rut may come up. They wake up in their ivory silk bed, hot and sweaty… ugh, disgusting. They take a shower, try to clean themselves up, but it’s nothing to do all that. Because they have another problem on their hands. You.

See, you see their ruts come up and you find this as an opportunity to be as bratty as possible. You wanna try and help them get through this period, however the way you do it… oh honey, you gotta be careful.

You started wearing their clothes, their beautiful and deicate dresses, having them tailored to you kind of. Drinking out of their cups, parading out in the middle of the night while they oversaw the oceans below with their white silk robe on, with barely anything underneath, with your scent wafting into their already sensitive nose... like oh my god, they're about to tear their own goddamn ivory hair out.

Until one day...

One fucking day. Oh G O D S. You fucked up. You fucked up bad. Time to wake up. And oh you woke up aight.

Because when you woke up, you could feel something at your sex... prodding there, as well as rough yet diffused grunts of pleasure. You felt your lower body lift up and tilt to the side before your eyes focused in the morning light of your bedroom. When your eyes focused in, you could see two misty golden orbs in a black sea, looking down on you with primal intent, sighing with a clean glare laden on their brow. Two cocks swirled at your sex with urgency, wanting so bad to enter you... oh if they didn't have any kind of restraint left, which they really didn't at this point, they were pulling atoms together and using them, as thin as paper, as hair, to hold themselves back from literally plowing into you wwith inhuman speed, possibly ripping you in half from the wanton heat they were facing, the hellish need and want for your body, for you to please them, to hear your name from your wettened lips laced with their own... ugh! So arousing, the thoughts cloud their mind like a spell...

"Longan?" You called out softly in your sleepy voice. With hearing your voice finally something in them snapped. They quicky brought a hand to your throat, but without a squeeze, which even then left you gasping. "Shut your mouth." Longan spat huskily, almost leaving those last fibers behind. But what led you to this point? What led you to being in this predicament? It only took one night for them to finally say, "screw it," and bite the final thread of his patience clean off.

You were at Lotus's Paradise once, and since Lotus... clearly doesn't seem to give a shit, neither did you, and Lotus thought that it would be convenient to play captain save a hoe and decided to go down on you in their chambers, and Longan came back to get you, and as they and Hydrangea were cruising through the halls, they heard you moaning and crying out in pure pleasure. And sure enough, they walked in on you getting head by one of Longan's kind, and as Hydrangea ran off in embarassment, Longan sat at the doorway and watched you writhe as you sat on Lotus's sofa with your legs spread wide open. Holding onto Lotus's horns, you look up to see your partner staring at you, breathing deeply with intense bedroom eyes and heat in their cheeks. Of course, you wudened your eyes, not even thinking that they would arrive early. You saw them mouth out the words...

"Take their tongue you dirty slut."

You were suprised to see that Longan didn't even do anything to you or Lotus after that. However, they did do something to themselves. They kept themselves trapped in their bedchambers, away from you. They shouldn't have done what they did, but they really needed to let some of that tension go. One thing that Longan will refuse to do is masturbate. Not only is it unclean, but it makes them feel embarrassed and weak. Even witrh these feelings towards such an act, they could no longer take it. They couldn't get those moans, those lewd noises, the way you played with yourself and the way your back arched... it wouldn't leave their head, plaguing them like a parasite wrecking havoc on their brain. They stroked their hemipenes almost furiously, trying to be as quiet as possible. Their rut however made this exceptionally difficult as you walked towards the room tey were in.

And that's how you were now in this predicament with a surprisingly angry and horny Longan Dragon above you, prodding one of their cocks at your entrance as it begged to feel you at long last. But then they had a thought... they didn't want this to be pleasurable for you, for them to do all the work and plows your shit in... of course, they could still plow you, fill you up like a water balloon, but they wanted you to work for it. They bent down close to your ear, arching your back over in their arms as they held you to their cold chest.

"Here is what is going to happen," they started at the shell of your ear in an ominous whisper. Their claws dug at the skin of your back, making you squeal. "I am not going to forgive you any longer for your disobedience towards me. I have given you chance after chance to make up for your behavior, but you never took any of them. So, I am obligated as your partner to punish you properly. You will not backtalk me, you will not disobey me, you will not question me. You," they stopped for a second to lick at the skin of your neck, the sweet smell of your neck making them shudder all the way down to the claws. You moaned quietly at the feleing of their cold tongue touching your skin, leaving a cool trail of saliva in its wake. They continued when they started to pull at your hair, digging theur claws deeper into the skin of your upper back. "I am going to sit down, and I am going to place you on top of me, and I am going to fuck you hard... and fill you up with my cum. I do not want to hear any fucking crying, any complaining that it hurts, you are going to be my good pet," they roughly got off of you, dragging you along with them as they took to a sitting position, with you hovering above them as your wet sex started to pulse in excitement. This is exactly what you thought would happen. They brought a finger to your face and snapped it to regain your focus, "daddy's good little slut, and you are going to give me what is mine, you hear me?" You panted with a smirk, confident in the fact that since you knew that top meant control, you felt cocky in your position. "And what if I don't, huh?" They growled.

"Oh... oh you fucked up big time, little slut."

And then… SLAM! You screamed as you felt their hemipenes dig into you, holding onto your thigh with the other hand tracing down to your wrists to hold them together behind your back. Thrusting upward, making you bounce on top of them in blissful agony— looking into your now pleasure and pain filled eyes as you just couldn’t stop screaming and moaning, and all that. “Who’s screaming now huh? Who’s screaming now? I wanna hear that, matter of fact, I’ll make you scream louder than you’ve ever screamed you little bitch!” You felt all of your bratty reign come to a crushing halt, feeling the dragon under you power bottom their way through hell. A shaky hand of yours tried to escape their oh so tight hold, however, as thry forcefully made you bounce and move you suddenly realized you were indeded starrting to cry. You wanted to be punished by them, that was your whole motive behind this ensemble you've been putting out for the past couple days. Yet you could slowly feel your body give way to submission to Longan's allmighty power.

You already felt your climax coming up on you.

This soon?

"L-Longa-ah! I'm... I-ah!" A hand rushed up gto your throat and started to squeeze at it-- not too tight though, may the gods forbid they actually kill someone so weak as you so swiftly, especially during such a rough, intimate act? No, no...

"C-Cuuummm...!" You shouted through your gargled breath. They smiled, their fangs gleeming bright white in the darkness. They didn't even get to deny you because before they could, youj spilled all over his hemipenes desperately, almost like a supervolcano. That's when they took you and slammed you down on your back to finish up. Of course, with your crying and whimpering, they were going North Memphis on your ass.

"SHUT UP AND TAKE IT!"

And you did. Like you always did when they were in rut. But after they finished and left to go get a towel from the bathroom to clean the two of you up, you thought that this bratty behavior wasn't cut out anymore. The pain you felt was always astronomical, but always worth it. And it wasn't like they were done with you, oh no.

You have three days left to go.

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Heyyy, it's me again! I was thinking, With Longan's dominate and evil nature, how would he feel about a innocent & sweet reader whos just the nicest to everyone! (Even a very big and wise dragon) 👉👈 thank you, you're the best! <3

『congrats, welcome back infra to ✨Longan Brainrot©️ ✨ anyways I’m now starting a psychology project on longan which that may or may not be for uni… I’ll post it here maybe. let’s get back to the shit show 😔💅❤️』

longan dragon cookie w an innocent, shy s/o 『gn! assumed』

tw ish // this shouldn’t be new to you but longan is a rude lil fuck, cynically through the roof, so expect some ✨casually thrown insults✨

So… how did you manage to be favored by this one again? We can’t recall. Plays tv static…

Seriously, not when you knew how you attracted this dragon, this dragon that’s hellbent on killing off all cookies. Nevertheless you were spared. You were just a regular cookie…

But even with the constant thought of them being able to snap your neck with a twist of their fingers, you sit comfortably in their palace, roaming around with a certain fuchsia dragon floating along at your side.

You wore their robes that they spared for you comfortably and with grace. Along your neck was a beautiful golden necklace with gems of dark hickory amber and silver.

You were expected to have tea with them. This never bothered you, but every time you thought of them, your cheeks would raise to a gentle rouge. Just yesterday, they blew cigarette smoke in your face, offended by you. But even so, they still raised a dangerous hand to your cheek, gentle touches, soft whispers…

Lychee would often giggle at these often seemingly empty remarks from the great Ivory Dragon, little did the two of you know that this wasn’t just to test you…

You see, Longan secretly enjoyed your shy nature. The way you would react to them intrigued them. You were just a tool to them in their plan and yet… they became mystified by you.

You sat in a chair across from them, a soft blush still adorning your features… on the outside they show barely any emotion.

“Weakling.”

They refused to call you by your name. Yet you answer calmly. You poor thing…

They collected you from your village once after they successfully purged it of those pointless crunchy beings that tried to fight them. Not been Lychee knew why they took you. But they did know one thing.

You were incredibly polite natured. Selfless— submissive, even.

Something that Longan took a guilty pleasure in. Seeing you respond to them and Lychee without question or any defiance. It made them… happy… something they haven’t felt in what felt like decades.

“My robes fit you quite nicely, little weakling.”

Another token of submission to force you down— their robes. They want you to wear them. Ones of silk. Fine embroidery of clouds sewn delicately with intricate fibers… oh, it was beautiful.

They would smile inwardly paying no outward mind to your (cute) annoying whines. Your (delightful) insufferable facial expressions when they would come close. See a part of them wanted to see how far this innocence of yours would keep. How far this niceness of yours would stand.

For as long as they have managed to live for, they knew that such emotions could be feigned— faked. Yet amen they see what seems to be genuine care about their well-being through the abilities of the necklace they forced around your neck as the last thread of your life, they wondered…

‘That little weakling… although they are at most… annoying… they… must be worth something more than just to be a puppet.’

Slowly but surely, Longan opens up like a slow budding flower, allowing you to see a side to them that no other living thing has seen.

Affection. Equality. Equal Loyalty. Care.

It was like a syrup, your sweet nature to their cold, ruthless exterior. And it drove them crazy.

You were to be treated as an equal by the other dragons, and often refused anything less. If they got something, you were to also get that something of equal value.

They loved you. You poor little treasure.

And they showed it in dirty ways… which we won’t get into here, I’ll let your imaginations run wild…~ 🧡😘

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HI ITS ME AGAIN- soo, me and my mutuals have been talking about this.

(and I may or may not have an obsession with affogato)

May i have a hc for affogato if he was a naga?(smuty preferred, if not thats fine) and if ya can’t do naga affo thats fine.

『yk why does affo fit as a naga? so ironic right?』

naga!Affogato smut headcanons »» reader assumed gn!

context: a naga is a human snake hybrid, originating from eastern culture, most notably Hinduism. These proud and somewhat haughty creatures typically have an exotic and alluring aura to them, similarly to sirens. They are not evil however, in fact, they show benevolence and curiosity towards humans unless provoked. But, due to their semi divine presence, some may find them threatening. (In other words, affo when he took the throne basically-)

tw// nsfw themes, constriction, hypnosis, choking, dumbification, exhibitionism, dubcon

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

oh wow so how did you find affo like this huh?

well it’s very simple. let’s say you were out on an adventure or something and you found a lake. but you found something the peaked your interest swimming around in that lake and you were like 😯

well what better way to find out than to go see 🤪

he slithered out of the lake and you were astounded by what you saw…

dark scales of purple white and black, shiny and glistening from the water and the sun’s rays. and even though his hair is soaking wet he still looks gorgeous.

he has a voice as smooth as espresso (see what I did there?) and as rich as ice cream are his eyes, a creamy off white with those feline pupils… so alluring, so divine… his gaze made you quiver in your boots.

he saw this and grew hungry. It had been a while since he had a mate…

he slithers up to you and wraps you up in his tail, like coils wrapping around an unsuspecting rodent.

his eyes spin like spirals, shades of purple and white cloud your vision like ribbons, clouding your mind and your senses, like melting chocolate he tears at your intuition, softly lulling you in with gentle snake like whispers and flicks of a reptilian split tongue across your cheeks.

after he declares your inhibitions melted and gone, he lays you down and feasts his eyes on your soaked clothes. he can see through your shirt, the wind around the lake betraying your body.

he takes a moment to stare at you before bending over and slithering (get it?) off your bottoms, your undergarments, so that your ass touches the soft grass underneath.

he would be the one to toy with your body as you lay there in agony.

does he want to put the tip of his tail in? no no no, what about his fingers? his tongue? ugh, so many options!

he’ll touch your body and act like no one’s there, but when the other tourists come by and see the mess you’re in, he expects you to look at them and softly commands you to do so.

he has no shame, absolutely none. he may actually want people to watch the two of you part take in this sinful rapture.

he will make you obey. he commands, you obey. he gives you orders, you carry them out. dutifully. with feeling. he wants them dumb, wrapped around his fingers as he fucks you.

and during it all, he will wrap you up in a breeding ball, constricting you and choking you for however long he chooses in whatever form he pleases, and you will take it.

choke on his fingers as you cum— he loves that. he loves it when he stops moving his tail inside of you and you grind on it and wine and beg that he keeps moving, that he’s making you feel good. he wants more of your voice and he will be sure to remember it for the next time you make your stop at his lake.

and he will make sure they you come back for more, he won’t let you forget him… under any circumstance.

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How do we- how do we feel about longan and a siren reader.. silly little idea 😋

『INSP BY THE CONTORTIONIST AND IF YOU DONT KNOW THAT SONG….. GO LISTEN TO IT NOW 👹 also I really like this idea ngl! I made some hcs for it if you don’t mind. 💜』

longan dragon cookie w a siren s/o (afab)

bakers notes // imo this made me legit think of like… like sea fairy or black pearl. So since this is a siren thing there’s probs gonna be some ties between black pearl and the s/o (also @m00r3-starzz and or @ask-the-longan-dragon may place me in super hell (💜) after this.) also I’m still coming for either a random anon or @windlotus

tw i guess // hypnosis bc siren. Also it’s just a tad bit suggestive due to the nature of sirens, and the song… so… yk.

what makes you think that they haven’t or have not encountered one? For fucks sake, look, their palace literally floats above the Pacific Ocean.

They’ve seen Black Pearl Cookie at some point, and they know who Sea Fairy is… if anything seeing a siren would just take them back…

Your glistening tail under the moonlight and the reflection of the water on your gills… like a shining gem in their hoard.

Your singing would bounce through their air, into the nightly current floating around the golden palace.

Longan knows what you want. They aren’t dumb. Sirens sing for souls— for blood and food. And they are aware that Dragon’s Blood is well sought out after not just by vampires, but sorcerers and mages for its benefits and health properties.

They try to ignore you to the best of their abilities. But after a while it gets hard not to go out.

But when you sing so beautifully,

“Twisted all my limbs for you. Two of them in knots and two of them in loops. Ribbons tied around like a noose… wonder if I'll ever get it loose.”

Mmm, so smoothly…

“I don't wanna bruise for you. Holding back my words until my face is blue (huh!) I don't really care about your crew. You can tell 'em what you wanna do.”

You get into their head and make them internally spin around in a dizzy circle when you make your voice sound like that for them…

“Pushin me, lovin me, pulling me, fuckin me, crushin me, touchin me… aah!~”

Eventually they bite their lip and follow you, their eyes a dull gold. Their grey complexion now reflecting somewhat of a warmer tone in their cheeks. Aimlessly walking towards you, the click clacks of their feet across ivory tile floor as they go in and out…

They walk out to a terrace to eye you like a vulture, looking down at you, golden eyes now agleam in the dark of night. Yet they hold some kind of want…

They want you in their palace. But that’s impossible. If you’re akin to Black Pearl, you wouldn’t be able to survive above water… at least… not for long.

But that doesn’t mean that they can’t come to you, despite knowing the possible dangers that lead up to that. But ah hell, they could defeat you in a fight easily. The temptation of floating down to you was forming in their legs.

They must show restraint and willpower however.

Oh…

Twisting all my bones like screws. Stretching my self worth, just like you usually do. Caught you like the cold or a flu (achoo!) Praying that I'll someday be immune.

Here we go again…

Got me like a bad tattoo… always under skin, even when it gets removed. Never got a chance to undo… positions that you forced my way into.

Ugh! Their breath just quickened… mouth watering… of course, they don’t let you see that. That’s all internal. But they’re internally foaming at the mouth. Truly miserable.

But they do anyway. They step up to the terrace and graciously float downward. They have a small lump in their throat that tightens. They feel hot— but a comfortable kind of heat soars through them.

As you bummed you put a webbed finger under their chin, the intensity of eye contact not seeming to phase you. You smile… sickly sweet towards them…

“Sing. Sing weakling.”

They grow to crave it nightly— like a drug. Your soft sweet voice not looking to harm them, but to please them. And when push comes to shove, as it sometimes does…

There’s… other ways they can make you sing.

And sometimes, after you actually do, you continue to do so going on further in the youth of the night.

But the singing they make you do… isn’t singing. If you catch me…

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Hii- sooo i have a request- could i get a lotus dragon x reader (smut preferred if not thats a-okay!!)

yk what yk what—

let’s test the waters. (get it?) bc ur abt to get ur life force sucked if ya know what I mean

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍

lotus dragon cookie // gn!reader

baker’s notes: where even is it anyway? but listen I headcanon lotus to be biologically male bc drag queen fever + affogato’s mere existence so 💅😔 and kabuki— also research on snakes was done. As well as scaring myself w naga hentai. You’re welcome. 😔

also have a playlist to listen to while you read this perverts

tw// hypnosis (in a siren like sense so think those singing mermaids,) cnc, bondage(?), dom/sub mechanic, implicit harem mechanic, double penetration, barebacking, (meaning creampies babes,) and the very existence of having sex w a naga like draconic creature, bc it scares the hell out of me, and now maybe out of you.

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Long live the dragons, who had their respected quarters. On many different islands, five of them to be exact, there was one which a particular cookie resided on. Y/n cookie, just an ordinary soul, rested on the island known as the Lotus Paradise, which was a lush island, known for its beauty and lustrous lights, lush plant life, even the most beautiful flowers one can even dream of.

They sat at a dock, staring down at the crystal clear water beneath the slowly eroded wood, surrounding them were the walls of the Lotus Palace, having been painted numerous coats of dark turquoise paint, having chipped away by the rain. They held their fan for their lips, eyeing the koi fish that swam in the pond below. They wanted to be free, much like the koi fish, energized, much like them. However they always seem to wake up tired, like they have no energy left. They try to walk with grace, poise, elegance, however none is to come later on. They walk back off of the dock a onto pressure washed concrete path, walking back to their quarters some ways away.

The ruler of this said palace was an almighty dragon, believe it or not, and may or may not be responsible for your petty woes of fatigue. Albeit for a benevolent purpose, this dragon, humbly referred to as the Lotus Dragon, almost seemingly had no right to suck the energy out of their people, all for the slow restoration of the palace, back to what it once was. As described by a faithful servant, Hydrangea Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie was not only said to be powerful yet kind, graceful yet merciful, but attractive as well. Very handsome indeed for a dragon. Truly, if they wanted they could have any cookie in the world to themselves, yet, they had no desire for such things. Of course they had their own harem where they could have multiple concubines at their feet at once, on beck and call with the flip of a card, but they still did not have an interest in that kind of thing, never really leaving their palace, preferring to stay indoors with their mandolin, strumming away calmly at the strings with a soft smile.

…that was, until you came along into their perfect world.

You once attended the wish festival, an annual event that happened once a year, where the Lotus Dragon would grant wishes that the cookies would give them. On one account you made a wish, writing your wish on a silver piece of paper. You held the letter to your chest, hoping for the best that the dragon grants your wish true. Your wish was simply to have more energy, to be more robust. You were tired of aching limbs, as though they were going to crack at any given moment. The dragon saw this, laid out on the silver sheet and smiled, putting a fuchsia painted nail, as sharp as diamonds, to their lips. With a quick flip of their dark cerulean hair over their shoulder, they nodded, and folded the sheet. The lotus on their head took a wishful glow, their draconian pupils glowing with the delicate powder pink petals. “Finally, an interesting wish…” they saluted. Their voice, clean and clear, smooth and alluring. Hydrangea Cookie smiled, standing by them with a nod of her head. “What a pleasant surprise, oh great dragon!” “Truly.” They replied, their smile fading away into a look of confusion. “However,” they turned away to grant your wish through the lotus, the very entity that granted Lotus Dragon Cookie their power, strength, and longevity. Their tail quietly thumped on the ground, causing the lotus to sprout open with a quick bounce, a golden light emanating from the core of the flower.

“Why didn’t this one come visit me directly? They aren’t scared, are they?” Hydrangea Cookie gasped, surprised at the dragon’s question. She walked over to their side and looked at their features, trying to look them in the eye. “How dare they be scared of you, oh great dragon? You have been nothing but benevolent to all of the cookies than reside here, they should be grateful that you’re even considering their wish.” They looked at the silvery sheet and blinked, their long ivory eyelashes fluttering with the slow motion. They suddenly had a thought— a wish of their own. “Hydrangea Cookie?” She blinked, still attentive to the dragon next to her. Her lavender purple hair bounced with a nod, signaling Lotus that they had her attention still, “I need you, as well as the other palace consorts, to leave the palace for the night. You may return tomorrow afternoon, but you mustn’t come back until then.”

The shorter floral cookie beside them nodded, before taking their leave however they turned to ask the dragon, “may I ask why, great dragon?” They turned their head, seeing Hydragea still at their chamber doors, doorknob in hand. He smiled with a wink, letting his finger travel back to his lips, “I have my own plans tonight. It’s beautiful out, I cannot waste the serene atmosphere.” Although their reasoning was a bit void, it didn’t really make sense to her, she still nodded in confirmation and let the Lotus Dragon be, gathering the other consorts quickly to leave the palace. After they had found Hydrangea and the others, leaving the palace gates, they smiled mischievously and traveled on, the pink bud at the end of their tail in the air, swaying from left and right as they… slithered, you could humorously say, to their terrace outside our their bedchambers, taking the pristine iron fence in one hand. They overlooked the courtyard below, waiting to see that one cookie they wondered about.

Now… how to get you to come over like they wanted.

Truly, they were curious about you, why you didn’t come to see them for this year’s wish festival. You were one of their consorts after all, one that they seemed to like despite barely seeing you. Black sclera eyes focused in on you as they targeted you sitting on a bench in their courtyard, reading a book under the stars and the careful guidance of a book light. They smiled at you, and had another thought. They knew their mandolin had an effect that could make cookies weak, but they also had a secret— something that no cookie knew.

Their voice also had a quirk to it.

Rarely even used however they knew that their voice could allure cookies. The fact that cookies would slowly becomes mindless drones once hearing Lotus sing… was truly a fascinating occurrence. They had a song planned for you, truly a beautiful one. They remember it from back in the ancient times, when they were friends with a siren like creature of the deep. They smiled at you as you turned an off white page, adjusting your legs to accommodate your comfort upon the bench you occupied. The air around you smelled clean and crisp, a floral scent forever present within each breeze, usually accompanied with the light tint of saltwater.

“Hear my voice beneath the sea, sleeping now so peacefully, at the bottom of the sea, sleep for all eternity..”

That alone was enough to get you to come up out of your trance. You slowly closed your book, putting it beside you on the bench and in getting up do you see a figure slowly go back into their chambers. Perplexed, you decide to follow the voice you heard, for it was too graceful for it to be ignored. In your curious state, you continued onward, travelling out of the garden into the imperial courtyard, your robes dragging on the concrete that was freshly pressure washed. A path awaited you, one that was laden with the most lustrous of lights, alluminating your features with the help of their homes, the lotus flowers floating on freshwater around you.

"Sailors live so restlessly, come with me, sleep peacefully. Listen to this siren's song, worry not for nothing's wrong."

Your mind began to consider itself numb, slowly melting with the voice you heard, nearly echoing in your ears like ribbon going through your head, like a deadly mantra, like a memorization become concrete. When you made your way to ther back entrance of the Lotus Palace, you found yourself going inside, your eyes being met with an extravagent sight of pristine atmosphere. Lush plant life, beautiful lavander light, dim let still casting enough light to see around you. You walked in, being greeted by the scent of flowers and sweet musk. You slowly made your way to a set of stairs, climbing them to meet the second floor, travelling onward as the voice in your head got louder and louder as you progressed down the hallway.

"Let my voice lead you this way, I will not lead you astray. Trust me as we reach the side, jumping out where men have died."

Did the voice really mean that? The voice suddenly began to sound even more familiar the close you got and soon you recognized it to be the all mighty Lotus Dragon. They wanted you here, so they allured you here with the voice they bore. You made it yet another flight of stairs before reaching another hallway, where you went down. At the end of it you saw a large double door, painted a pearlescent white. Little shrubs decorated the sides of the doors perfectly. As you got closer to the door, you heard them hum, and take a breath,

"Hear my voice beneath the sea, sleeping now so peacefully. At the bottom of the sea, sleep for all eternity."

You stepped closer to the door, putting your ear yp tp thw wood, waiting for them to take a breath,

'Let the ocean fill your lungs, struggle not, soon peace will come. Taking in your final breath--"

And as you opened the door, creeping inside, you saw them. Long dark hair down to the ground, hime cut. A porcelain white kimono showing the only groundbreaking personification that is light and purity, or so you thought. They turned to you, teal dreconic pupils agleam.

"Sink down to the ocean's depths."

They smiled at you, a mature smile, something that didn't bear too much excitement, something to show their amusement in your appearance. You swallowed a lump in your throat before bowing, showing your respect for the mighty dragon that ruled over your homeland. You smiled back at him and walked further into the room, before the doors seemingly shut closed on their own, locking as they did so. Turning their body to face you, they slowly slithered towards you, the tip of their tail slowly swaying left to right. "Tell me, little cookie,” they started suddenly stopping at a comfortable distance from you, “do you know why I brought you here?” So they confirmed it. They confirmed the fact that they brought you here, a defenseless cookie left in the hands of a dragon. Seeing as though you were nervous, one of their concubines, as well as someone they were curious in, you couldn’t waste your time being nervous. You took a breath to calm yourself before returning their question. “Ah… no, great dragon, I do not.” Lotus laughed to themselves and got closer to you, slithering back behind you and pushing you a bit forward with their tail as it curved under your chin, much like a cat caressing the leg of its owner.

“Great dragon?” You stuttered, causing them to smile and take your shoulders, “Please, call me Lotus.” They said with a chortle, slithering back around you. Sighing, they crossed their arms and looked at you, their smile still evident. “You had your wish written down on a silver sheet, yet you had it delivered to me by a maid. Do tell me why you didn’t show directly.” You sighed for a brief second, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with themselves. “My vitality… great dragon, it’s not what it used to be. I used to be one of the most liveliest concubines in the harem and yet— I understand you need my energy for a good cause, but I just feel so fatigued all the time I can barely do anything that I used to love doing.” You kept on with your explanation, telling him your woes, and what exactly your wish outlined. It was something they could grant, they’re willing to grant that wish… to bring you more energy and vitality…

at one cost.

They smiled at you, a thought flying into their head.

“…I can help you, I can grant your wish. If you do choose to believe in me.” You quickly nodded to that statement. In their head, that was consent. Quickly, like a sea snake, they once again slithered back behind you, lifting your chin up with their tail. They whispered something in a foreign language in your ear before guarding you to the nearest wall, turning you around and planting you there before forcefully taking your body and gluing it to their own, their tail still at your cheek. They kissed your neck, through that you felt some kind of spark rush through you— was it some kind of restoring power? You dared not ask what you felt, for fear it would trigger the all mighty dragon to a stop.

You finally saw their hands out of their long white sleeves. Their hands were beautiful, soft fuchsia nails, pointed, they looked sharp, rested on your hips. You returned their kiss, slowly yet reassuringly, resting your arms on their shoulders to accommodate their height. You softly moaned in the kiss as one of your hands guided themselves to their collarbone, gently pushing. They let go of the kiss, suspecting you may need air. You got your breath back, panting with a flush face, but it was too short lived to relish as they took your thighs and set them to straddle their waist, further pinning you against the cool wall. You gasped as they took your lips again, using one hand to undo their obi belt from behind, letting it slowly fall to the ground, falling gracefully as it pulled the edges of their kimono further outward. They stopped once again to relocate to your neck and shoulders, now focusing on your kimono. Undoing the obi belt you wore, letting it fall to the ground, you begin to realize their plan. You groaned and slowly struggled, but for some reason, your whole body felt weak, like it felt like a chore to lift your arm up. It felt like your body was being weighed down by a weighted blanket, or that your body was connected to dumb bells. Your blood pressure accelerated once you felt the pressure of the cool air around you hit your skin, like a rippling tide.

With each struggle brought a near sadistic smile to the dragon’s lips, and blood to rush something south… to a rather egregious sight. Being a relative to the snake, as serpentine as they could be, something began to… perk up. Or should we say, some things.

You felt it— it poked at the innards of your thigh, it was big, should we say no, they were big. You felt it and you began to shock yourself, trying to struggle more, that only pleased them however as they bit your shoulder. Hard. You yelped at the sudden sensation, feeling the pain in your shoulder though felt somehow erotic to you as your pain-filled yelps turned into moans of ecstasy. As soon as your head lifted against the wall, they lifted you up further and pushed themselves closer to the wall, whispering,

“Do you want me to fulfill your wish?~”

It felt like a spell entered your ear, as soft and smooth and lustful and sultry it did sound, you felt yourself shake at their voice. It was almost like something putting you in a mad trance once again. You nodded shakily and sighed a breath of bliss. “I’m going to need you to use your words, y/n. Say it, say yes.” You returned his request, and just like that, they haphazardly set you down into their hemipenes, making you squeal as soon as they entered you. You felt them stretch into you like a goddamn octopus trying to go through a tight space. You panted and salivated however once the pain faded, begging them to move you. Your face was blood red, eyes teary and glossy, your grip hot. “Please L-L-Lotus..!”

They panted, and thought about how they were going to do this. They can’t necessarily move because of their… situation. They don’t have legs, they knew that. So this would be a fair challenge even for them. They had to retort to moving you solely, using your body as a kind of fleshlight. As you rose and sunk, you cried out softly, never before were you going to feel two cocks inside of you at one time, and even though it was painful with every move made, the pain felt good.

You didn’t agree to do this.

But you did.

But you didn’t.

But you did—

They pulled at your hair and bit your other shoulder, drawing blood. Soft grunts and purring could be heard from Lotus as they sucked at your shoulder, feeling the iron taste of blood enter their mouth as they made you rise and fall, pounding yourself on them. They held you tight as they screamed and moaned nothing but their name and the word please, crying and sobbing from the pain of nearly being torn in half. It felt almost heavenly however, as you tried to take over with the moving, they growled, clawing at your thigh as a retaliation, making you squeal. They wanted you submissive, weak and ready to please. Your tongue lulled pic of your mouth as they did this, feeling their nails dig into your skin.

“H-However unorthadoxxx…” Lotus started in between pants and grunts, licking your shoulder and resting their head in the crook of your neck, “I can… restore your vi-vitality in this fashion…” They then moved to look at you, their draconic cerulean pupils agleam as they met your star laden ones, “and you— you’re letting me..” With a deep kiss did they send you over the edge, moaning loudly into the kiss as your orgasm exploded. You came all over them, dripping off of their shaft onto the pristine floor, like a drop of sin tarnishing the pure garden of Eden. You panted and moaned when they disconnected, roughly chasing their finish. It didn’t take long, but they but your shoulder once more once they felt their orgasm build and hit, spilling inside you. They moaned loudly as they felt their cum shoot out of both their hemipenes, with the velocity of a full grown horse. They rested in you and panted shakily, kissing your neck up and down and caressing your sides, from your waist to your flanks, shaking grip nearly on the brink of becoming feral for a second round. You did the same, panting violently as you were still coming down from your high as well as being overstimulated.

Soon after they felt as though they came down nicely, they pulled off and carried you over to a lush bed, cum and a bit of blood slowly dripping out of you like goo, before laying you down on the soft silk sheets that smelled of lotus flowers and lavender. Jasmine coated their pillow cases as they weakly slithered over and climbed into bed, wrapping you closely in their tail, cuddling you in their own unique way. They hugged you with a soft purr, holding you close, as you both carried yourselves into a deep slumber to recover from your… recovery of sorts.

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pitaya is 6 days old

edits @/infraaa, og video by SnapCube

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Hello, may I ask for a Longan Dragon cookie smut hcs?(bc i am a simp for a litteral cookie and they need more content)Thank you!!!

『sips longan fruit tea… oh aren’t we all. I love this little machiavellian piece of shit』

general smut headcanons — gender not specified

tw // nsfw themes, noncon, breeding, double penetration, cockwarming, possessive behavior, masturbation, sadism

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

Longan isn't a romantic. God forbid, they don't even know how to carry out a proper date without getting stiff, even if it's like twenty minutes long. Guy gets awkward fast.

One thing that he seems to be good at though is sex. For whatever reason, he can do this and not get awkward.

You see my dears, Longan doesn't make love, they're not a "making love" type of dragon. They more prefer the cute ten minutes like "boom boom bam bam bam bam," you know?

In other words, they fuck.

During their rut seasons, which most commonly occur in the beginning of spring and throughout summer, Longan can't stand being around their partner. They can't even take sitting next to you.

Their sense of smell increases, and they can smell your hormones bouncing off of you like a hyperactive little kid on a trampoline. Bro is going wild at the smell of you. So they do all that they can to isolate away from you.

They don't masturbate. It's messy and embarassing. So they do what any sexually frustrated dragon would do and bottle it up.

However they show this kind of energy in very passive ways.

They manspread when they sit in their throne room. God it's hot too. They'll put their hand to your thigh and gently squeeze it when they're trying to tell you not to get too close and chit chatty with the other dragons if they're around. They'll walk with you with a hand on your hip or your waist, excentuating the fact that they are dog gone possessive as hell.

They do care about you... so much so that they wouldn't mind breeding you if that meant that they could show the dragons that you are theirs.

Making you sit on top of them in their throneb room as you beg for him to either allow you to move or for them to move you as you could feel their two cocks fill you up... all at once.

They enjoy your little whines of needy pleasure.

Longan doesn't really know how to be nice, and as well they don't really care if it's in the middle of the night or if you're busy during the day. When Longan says they're in rut, they are in rut. Clearly an indication that they're horny and ready to fuck. They are mean as hell too in the bed. Rough, tough, and ready to make you scream and shout (and let it all out, annd scream and shout and let it out, and it goes on and on and on and on-)

ok nevermind but ANYWAY-

Loves it when you cry. Whether it be from fear or pleasure or pain. They just love seeing your crocodile tears flood from your tear ducts as they have their way with you.

They also enjoy it when you wear different types of servant outfits... like a maid's dress for example.

Albiet they may seem loveless... they aren't. Remember, Longan does care about their partner. If they didn't, they probably wouldn't be alive to tell the tale of how they met the great Ivory Dragon, with all their mercy. And because they do care, they are also great at aftercare and often look for new things to treat their partner with after such a rough, yet intimate act.

Bubble baths are a must. Something about the warm clean smelling water with you huddled against them makes them smile a little inside... and here he thought love was pointless.

They also really like massages and praise, whether giving or recieving. It's a reminder to not only you but to homself that not only they are good enough, but you. You are also good enough.

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HISBDBSJSBSS... so can we maybe have longan smut hcs.. 🙏🧎 gender neutral pls😭

『I am foaming at the mouth. sociopathic dragon man is here. I had another one asking for a oneshot, so I’ll just do that one. Love how human games work, hm?』

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

longan dragonxgn!reader (can also be read as afab of desired. No physical desc. added.)

tw // oral, double penetration, dom/sub mechanic, degradation, light impact play, implied non con, sadism, a bit of blood, hurt/no comfort, no fluff kinda, edging, asphyxiation play/choking 【cw // spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven】

baker’s note // I do not support r**e in any way, shape, or form. If you or someone else you know is experiencing SA or anything similar, DO NOT be afraid to advocate and or help them! The RAINN Organization is superb, and will help you through your case. Please contact them if you need any assistance. Viewer’s Discretion is strongly advised beyond this point.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

It’s rare that the dragons ever meet up just because, with their mixed feelings towards each other and family history. It’s fun to cause chaos though, so it’s fun seeing them all interact.

Longan was in the kitchen making noodles for everyone, not because they wanted to but because Lychee was there and they didn’t feel like being a disappointment in their own home. The stoic ivory dragon, emotionless yet yearning, stood at their stove and waited for their rice noodles. Meanwhile everyone else was sitting in their living room, chatting about nothing in particular. Lotus Dragon was playing their mandolin quietly next to Ananas Dragon, who had brought their lemur for company, so that the little fluffy guy could meet everyone else. The little animal ran around the rug on the floor, playing with a clam he had found.

“Heeeey guys!” A familiar voice rang. Pitaya, Ananas, and Lotus looked up to see you and Lychee standing at the foot of the glossy ivory stairway, heading down the stairs. Lychee came down with a playful smile as they sort of dragged you along with them. “Hey Lychee. You look sssso happy. What’s up?” Pitaya asked curiously. Ananas saw a little bottle in the purple dragon’s hand and pointed to it. “You have an empty bottle, where’d that come from?” Lychee took your shoulder in their arm and hugged you towards them, sitting cheek to cheek with you. “Oh, they had it when they brought it with them. And we were just chatting in my room and they had this bottle and I said, *audible gasp,* hey I got an idea! And so I brought them down to tell you all what we came up with, go on, tell them! Teeell theeeemmm!” Lychee became very giddy as they then pushed you towards the three dragons sitting together. You became very flushed knowing that there was now three pairs of eyes on you, and another pair eying you excitedly with anticipation. The purple dragon took hold of your shoulders, clearly impatient. “Come on, tell ‘em!” They sounded like Lottie from Princess and the Frog, (a truly iconic figure in a Disney movie,) as you were like the Tiana, shy and quiet standing in front of them.

It was really a wonder how you got here. You’ve known the dragons for a year and a half and in that time you were accepted into their group. A friend of Lychee Dragon, you met them first. You smiled weakly with a small blush at your… unique friends, and you cleared your throat. “I had this water bottle when I came over here. I drank all the water in it and Lychee came up to me and suggested that we should play one of my “normie cookie games” together.” Lotus Dragon looked up at you from their mandolin with a calm expression, their teal serpentine eyes greeting yours. Their smooth lips curled into a smile as they tilted their head slightly and asked, eager to learn, “A game you say? With an empty bottle?” You nodded at the dragon to the left of you before the fiery red dragon to the right of them spoke, “Issss it a fighting game? Do we alsssso get bottles of our own? Oh! I know, issss it a chugging game to sssse who can drink the mosssst water?” “Grrh… don’t be foolish.” Ananas dragon interrupted, gesturing to you, “as you were saying? Do continue.”

“Well…” you started. You eyed Lychee in the back of your head as they nodded excitedly, mouthing out the words, “tell them” over and over again. You sighed, and turned back to the others. “It’s called Seven Minutes in Heaven.” Lotus’s eyes widened at your words. “What doessss it mean, blue?” Pitaya asked, seeing their realization. “I’ve heard of this game before. You either pick something from a hat or, you spin a bottle, and whomever the bottle lands on, or whomever the item in the hat belongs to, is the person you have to… spend an amount of time in a closed off space together with. Am I correct?” You nodded. Pitaya looked unamused. “That soundssss boring assss hell.” Lychee Dragon pouted, “don’t be such a buzzkill! It’ll be fun! Oh! Hold on!” They ran off somewhere, with you eyeing them once again. One thing you noticed was that they ran off into the kitchen where Longan was. You suddenly felt that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. You heard some grumbling before a click of the stove and some doors opening, some dishes coming out and clanking against the counter, and some tupperware as well.

“Dinner.” Longan suddenly said from the kitchen calmly, before Lychee let out a disappointed groan. Pitaya got up to meet Longan in the kitchen, the others following suit. You eyed the dragons as they went towards the kitchen, Ananas staying behind. They looked at you as they finally got to stretch out on the sofa, letting out a relaxed growl, leaning more into low satisfied purrs. Pineapplelemur jumped into his owner’s lap before resting comfortably, swinging his little tail around his fluffy orange and brown body. “Ananas, are you coming?” You said as you turned to him after a second of walking. They smiled loosely at you before taking a gentle hand to their lemur’s ears, giving the little creature scritches, which it took kindly to. “Not hungry. Plus, I don’t really like Longan’s cooking anyway.” “It’s called being on a budget, Ananas-“ “It’s called use fresh ingredients instead of processed bullshit, grandpa.” Lotus peeked their head out of the kitchen with a smirk, “Ananas, they made kimchi!~” “Kimchi?” “Yeah, you like kimchi.”

…………….

“Okay I’ll be there in a sec but I’m n o t eating your fucking noodles.”

And then they ate it. And then after a quick dinner, the lot regrouped in the living room, Lychee still attempting to press Longan to join them. They were begging the ivory dragon go at least indulge in a little “family fun” as they put it. Suddenly, Ananas started to snicker to themselves after looking at Longan, appearing then to be deep in thought. “Longan.” They said after they stopped their laughter. The ivory dragon looked to the blonde haired dragon to their left. “What?” “Let me pull you to the side right quick.”

Ananas then guided Longan into their kitchen, turning their head to wink at you. Lychee huffed, and sat next to Lotus on the couch. “I wonder what they’re going on about now.” The blue dragon said smoothly, curled up next to Pineapplelemur, who started sniffing Lotus’s sleeve. After a few seconds of waiting, Longan walks out out of the kitchen, their eyes dead set on yours. It was almost paralyzing the way they looked at you, their cheeks slightly reddened, contrasting with their alabaster skin. “Longan?” You asked, putting a hand to your chest. Lychee got up with hope in their sherbet eyes. “What did you all talk about? Spill the tea!” “I’ll play.” Your eyes widened, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Nanas…?” You whispered. The golden dragon walked up to you with a certain twist in their hips, a certain smile… their tail grazed your calf , gently curing around it and sliding off before they put a hand to your shoulder. This caused you to blush and look up at the tall dragon with doe like eyes. They giggled, and took his hand and gently pet your cheek. “You’re welcome, cutie,” they bent down to meet the shell of your ear, knowing now that Longan’s golden eyes were now on them instead of you, “and quit looking at me that way before I start thinking about taking you from them.”

“ANANAS.”

“Hm…” they hummed before sitting next to Pitaya on the floor. The other dragons assembled in a circle, surrounding the bottle that you had put on the ground. Lychee was dancing to themselves as they reveled in their victory. “Love ya Longan!” “Shut up.”

After once again explaining how the game works, they all picked a number. They spun the bottle in chronological order. Having to spend seven minutes upstairs with the person that the bottle landed on. And all was good until it got to you. You swallowed, as you had already spent time with Pitaya and Lotus. You spun the bottle and it slowed like a trance as it pointed towards Longan, almost hastily wanting to pass by to hit Lychee. You looked at them, who was looking at the mouth of the empty bottle only to meet your eyes in an emotionless stupor. You got up, as did he, frozen in place as you saw them gracefully approach your place in the circle. They motioned for you to follow them, rather coldly, as you followed them up the stairs. Ananas broke their phone out to ask Siri to set another timer for seven minutes.

When you got to Longan’s room, you could feel a rush of cold air hit you like a tidal wave. Their room was a monochrome theme with hints of black and gold. It looked modern, but not too much, very neutral. They sat on their bed and, once again, very monotonously, asked you to sit with them. You did as you were told and sat next to the ivory dragon on their bed, feeling the lush duvet that was plush with crème down feathers greet your legs. You sat with each other in a moment of silence before you started to speak, ever so foolishly. As soon as you started to speak, your soft voice hitting the cold air of their room, you felt them suddenly kiss you, nearly toppling over you in a rough, yet passionate bout.

What was this about?

Longan then toppled you onto your back, nearly hovering over you like a dog, examining your doe like eyes plainly. They looked you up and down, and then sat on their knees, allowing you to process what just happened. Sitting up, you try your best to keep your calm and to not let them stir you, causing them to smile ever so slightly. "Was that the gold you were searching for?" Longan asked before creeping slightly towards your neck, their icy breath looming on your skin like a tidal wave. However cold, their breath made you feel all the more flustered. "Ananas had told me everything. They even know about your feelings. That's pathetic, and—" Your eyes squinted shut for a brief moment before you realized that they were starting to move on top of you again, but this time a lot slower. "I know, okay? You don't have to reiterate." You cried softly, trying to keep your composure as they brought the tip of their porcelain nose to the nape of your neck. "I'm sorry... for being such a fool."

You felt the ivory dragon snicker on your skin, before exclaiming, "You know... it has been a while since I've exposed myself to something like this..." This made you shiver, sending a cold chill down your spine to make you arch into them. Their forked tongue swept across the skin of your neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva in its wake. Going upward, they reached your lips, licking them almost impatiently. This made you squeel as they parted their lips to give you a rough kiss, pressing his tongue firmly against your teeth. You denied, resulting in them quickly taking their free hand to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open, allowing their forked tongue to meet yours by force.

Expressing discomfort by the ivory dragon's sudden actions, you made sure to lead them on in the moment, feining welcome to the organ inside your mouth, before trying to position their tongue in the correct place, and as soon as you did that, you bit down on Longan's tongue. Hard. They groaned at the sudden feeling of pain, causing them to pull back in shock. A little dribble of cold blood left their mouth. You took this oppertunity to try and escape, since you heard the timer on Ananas's phone go off a second ago. However, the ivory dragon didn't take a very good liking to this, and quickly took your wrists and pinned them above your head with a fast, yet furious motion. Their golden eyes bore into yours, as if thry were about to reep your soul. They blinked, and smirked sadistically. "Bite me again, see what happens to you." Your eyes widened in fear as your tremble became almost blantantly visible to the naked eye, seeing the smile of their quickly fade off of their face. "You know, if I really wanted to, I could turn you to stone with but a glance. Is that what you want?" You violently shook your head no, your hair creating friction between the strands themselves and the dragon's clean creme colored sheets adorning their huge bed. "Then be good." You nooded in affirmation, making them smile knowing you were now being compliant, albiet out of your own fear. It was almost like an aphrodisiac for them to see, your red flushed face and bruised lips, red glossy eyes looking as though you were about to cry, they loved every bit of your expression, and after basking in it for a dew seconds, they swept back onto your body, wrists still in their hand with a groan as they took your mouth in another rough kiss, shoving their tongue into your mouth once more to claim new warm territory. After what seemed lik forever, they finally broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you together, like a land bridge. They took a free thumb to your bottom lip to trace it, taking your end of the slimy bridge to their own end and sucking off their thumb, lasciviously swallowing the combo of your saliva mixed in with their own.

"You look at me. Now." They ordered as they once again lowered down on you, implicitly impatient even in their wording. You obeyed as to not anger them again. They blinked slowly as they took time once again to revel in your submissive facial features. "Better." They whispered as you started to pant from the kiss, still recovering you bit your now bruised lower lip, wearing an incandescent shade of red that sparkled like diamonds. "Please..." you muttered, completely out of fear and panic, "please don't turn me into stone..." "And I will not, if you choose to cooperate and be good for me." They whispered, smirking a tad bit once more, "just be my good pet, weak one. And I will be sure to even move the stars for you." They stroked your head before resting their hand on the side of your head. "Like a stray puppy you are, weak one. Cute. So sweet as well, your flavor... is utterly exquisite to me."

They took a moment to analyze their threat from before. "As well as my previous statement, if the others had found out that I turned you to stone, they would not be very happy with me, so even that is out of the question." They took you with a slight grunt and licked up your throat to make you emit another squeak, before saying, "You will be mine, whether you like it or not." Without another word they took their free hand to grip at the collar of your shirt, before roughly tearing the fabric off of your body as though it was paper. Seeing the top half of your body now exposed to them, they licked their lips in a predatory manner, like a bear about to consume its prey. Noticing their sick pleasure you instinctively tried to hide yourself by whatever means you could, but the grip that Longan had on your wrists only grew tighter the more you decided to writhe. Seeing your body react naturally to the cold air in the room, Longan used this oppertunity to disrobe thermselves, releasing your wrists with their eyes glued on you, ensuring that you don't resist them. Taking off their golden chestpiece and shoulder plates, they almost haphazardly removed their silken robes, taking then and tossing them somewhere on the white tile floor. Their body was naturally toned, with small scars littering their body to repsresent the many battles that they have been in, and the amount of resistance that their body has built up over the many centuries that they have lived through.

"You're... so sexy..." You thought as you eyeballed him like a shocked high schooler eying their crush. They knew that you liked what you saw, and with this they chuckled and lowered back on you, with the primal instrinct of a wild animal, and immediately took your neck in their mouth, biting down and sucking on your skin, peppering rough wet kisses as they went up and down your tender flesh. You barely held back, losing yourself in the midst of your own sickly induced state of pleasure. They noticed that you moaned louder when they bit a particular spot on your neck, and this continued to assault that same spot with fervor, creating a decent dark hickey that would take refuge there as a symbol of the mighty Longan Dragon claiming you. With every whine and moan you released, they slowly started groaning lowly in pleasure, hearing your innocent voice become so erotic and dirty, tainted with the sin of lust was like music to their ears. You started to feel the huge bulge grow in between their legs, as it poked at your inner thigh. They felt on it, wanting to continue onward rather than end so abruptly. They knew that the time you shared together in this little game had to technically end, according to the game's rules, but where's the fun in that?

They mercilessly continued on with their teasing, tracing their tongue further down, following your abdominal line and playfully circling your belly button. After have practically tore your shoes and socks off from your feet, they unbuckled your jeans and eagerly pulled them down your legs, exposing your soaked undergarments. Grinning in victory at the delicious sight, they lowered their head a bit and gently clenched the thin fabric in their teeth, pulling it down with a teasing slowness that only made you even wetter. When he finally reached your feet, they slipped them off and tossed away with a single, careless movement of their arm.

You were now completely nude before them.

Longan pulled your legs apart before looking down at your heat voraciously, almost wanting to consume you whole like a snake. They then bent down keeping eye contact with you as they did so. You watched in bewilderment as they slowly moved, going down like a king cobra. Their nose ended at the heat of your sex, causing your face to flush like a ripe red berry. “What— what are you- ah!” They cut your sentence off abruptly as they moaned and slid their snake like tongue up your slit slowly, almost on a teasing way. Your entrance shivered and tightened, causing them to inhale your scent with a soft, huddled sigh. “Oh, you taste good…” They then started to devour you, wasting no time to eat you out rather sloppily. Emitting load moan after loud moan, you felt them torture your most sensitive areas with long intent, looking up at your ecstasy stricken face. It felt so god damn good..! SO. GOOD. Now, with them eating you out like candy, your body then started a war with itself. You wanted them badly, at least your body did. It was now in a state of vile lust that needed to be satiated, but your brain said no to this, leaving you conflicted with this opposing emotions ravaging you.

And as soon as you felt your orgasm peak, their touch was gone. You felt the absence of their touch disappoint you as the heat from your sex worsened with the now cold rush of air that distanced it from Longan. “I’m so disgusting…” you uttered. You missed their tongue inside you already. The way it moved against you put you in a mad trance, only to be sobered up faster than you could blink. They sat up and groaned at the now painful feeling coming from their bottom half, their bulge being hardly able to contain itself. They then tore off their bottoms after kicking off his shoes and socks, all of his clothes hitting the floor beside the bed with a rough thud. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped at their size. Or should we refer to this as… sizes. They were fucking huge. Not only that, but they have two instead of the normal one cock. You sighed audibly at their huge members, seeing as this was the first time seeing something like this for you, the last time you saw something like this was in playboy magazines, and it was clear as day that Longan, with their size and girth, made those playboy models look like mince meat. You slowly pulled your wrists down, covering yourself to warm up. Their hands however took yours and guided them away, softly tracing the curves of your body as they did so. They then backed away slightly so you could move around. They motioned you to move closer to them with their finger. You obeyed, trembling advancing on all fours. You felt terribly uncomfortable now that they were completely nude, and their hungry gaze surely didn't make you feel better.

They took the back of your head in their hand, lacing your hair in their fingers, locking you in place. “Pick one and suck.” Longan said almost emotionlessly, as though it was a command. You looked at them in bewilderment before they impatiently sighed. “E… excuse me?” You stammered, looking at their two cocks, wondering if they could even fit in your mouth anyway. They would probably make you choke on your own breath, or worse… unhinge your mouth. They took your hair and pulled firmly, making you look up at their fearsome eyes, eyes that took the breath out of your lungs in a mere instant. “Remember my statement from earlier?” You nodded quickly before apologizing with not a word not left stammered, “Nononono wait..! P.. Please don’t hur-hurt me.! I’ll… I’ll do it… I’ll do it!” They analyzing your words carefully before snidely smiling. “Wise decision.” They then repositioned your head. “Now choose one.”

“Jesus Christ…” you couldn’t believe that you were about to do something so disgusting. You felt the left tip touch your lips as you tried to open your mouth, but you found it hard to do so. Growing more impatient, Longan had tightened their grip on your hair, showing that off to you. “Suck.” They said once more, now sounding more aggressive. You hesitated before parting your trembling lips to give them a testing lick to their left tip, automatically making them emit a quiet groan. Ignoring the protests of your stomach, you licked it again more firmly. Your lips fit the tip of Longan’s cock in your mouth, gently sucking on the tip that you tried to keep in. Taking a bit of courage and motivation by the fact that this would have saved your life, you brought one of your hands to the other throbbing member in your face and began to massage it, rubbing and stroking the oversized piece of flesh that twitched happily in your grip. Pre cum started to invade your mouth, making you want to throw up all the more badly. Nevertheless, through their increasing volume of their grunts and moans, your kissed their tip while stroking off the other, giving him breath shuddering pleasure as they threw their head back. Longan’s hand on the back of your head started to push down on you, and the want in their eyes was now wanton, glowing with lust their golden eyes were. They wanted more than just a simple grooming from you. Letting out a desperate sigh and blushing heavily, you opened as wide you could and took the big member's shaft in your mouth. As your lips gently surrounded the sensitive flesh, a stifled disgusted whine formed in your throat, causing them to groan as small delicious vibrations were sent up to their already fully erected cock. Hoping to end it as soon as possible, you began to suck hard on it, bobbing your head up and down. "Fuck... haahhh...~" They sighed through their fangs as they started to thrust into your mouth, making you gag by surprise. Thay chortled at this, and smiled sadistically as you looked up at them with tears gathering from your tear ducts, and a full mouth with flushed cheeks, "Yes weak one, gag... I wanna see you choke like a good little one that you are..." With this, they started to forcefully start bobbing your head up and down the shaft of their cock, quickening your pace on them further to increase their own sense of bliss.

"W-Wai! Sto', Yo'r- yo'r oo i-ig..!"

"I said CHOKE! Fucking GAG you god damn whore!"

They laughed as they watched you forcefully take more of their cock in their mouth. You could feel the head poke at the back of your throat, tempting to slide down your tongue into that hole past your uvula. It made you gag, and it was hard to breathe. You tried to get away by pushing on the bedsheets, but they tightened their grip in your hair so that you couldn’t. Their breathing became more labored and heavy, a tell tale sign that their claims was soon to approach.

They didn’t even warn you a few minutes later when you felt a torrent of seed rush into your mouth and in the back of your throat, making it even harder for you to breathe. Hot cum blasted onto the left side of your face as well from their other member. You shut your eyes tight as to not let the salty viscous liquid touch your eyes in any way possible, but you swore you felt it hit your eyelashes. You pulled off, and your cheeks were full and swollen, your mouth feeling a sense of relief as it regained its structure. Before you could spit out the unpleasant contents in your mouth however Longan looked at you with sadistic lust filled eyes. “If you spit it out I swear… Swallow me.” Longan ordered, their thumb slightly quivering under your chin. Their breath still shook slightly from the high of their own orgasm, as you mindlessly obeyed, not wanting to turn into stone in a mere flash. You swallowed hard, trying to hold back from vomiting the liquid back up. Your stomach turned, and little drops of cum leaked from your lips. Longan guided the lost little pearls to your tongue, sticking their thumb in your mouth, and pulling it out once they had wipes their own cum on your taste buds, allowing your tongue to grossly take in their own salt filled metallic taste.“Good… good weak one…” they said almost tenderly before giving your lips a quick flick of their tongue before pushing you back down. You looked at them with a touch of worry as they vigorously started stroking themselves off, trying to get hard again. They looked at you with hunger in their eyes, staring down at your heat with near drool escaping their lips. They moaned pleasantly when they took your body and positioned you to be on top of them, positioning you in a way that one cock would be at the entrance of your sex, and the other would be at a different entrance close to it… one that was even tighter. You widened your eyes in sheer horror. They were planning on using both?! You could see both of their cocks twitch and pulsate when they touched you, how eager they were to be inside you. They licked their lips at the feeling and looked to you, your face expressing fear, which he growled lustfully at. “This will hurt.” Longan said plainly with a horny smile on their face.

“P… Please, Longan Dragon… please ha… have mercy on m.. me…”

“No.”

They proceeded to slam you down on their large cocks, entering you like a ram breaking down doors. The pain was incredibly strong, making you open your mouth grotesquely, as though you were stabbed open. Tears started to flow down your cheeks at the sensation, your back arching so that your bare body pressed against their own. You let out tiny whimpers of pain as they inhaled the scent of your chest, taking one of your nipples in their mouth in an attempt to comfort the pain. It was clearly obvious you were a bit too small for the ivory dragon, regardless, while having your breast in their mouth, suckling away, they moaned pleasantly from your insides violently squeezing at them. They started to bounce you, up and down, quite mercilessly if we may add, not caring about your pain filled cries. You felt your insides tear open, and a little river of blood escaped your abused sex and hit their now soiled bedsheets. It burned. It burned so fucking bad until the burning… started to fade. It started to fade away into some being else. As you were being bounced, you started to feel a gradual feeling of pleasure flow through your body, slowly growing more and more with each thrust. You found yourself to slowly succumb to some kind of erotic fever that took over your body. You moaned quietly at this, gradually getting louder the more they thrusted into you.

“I… It feels ssso gooo..ood..”

“Ah…!~ Lon… Longa-a-ah!~”

All the sudden, they stopped their movements, cocks fully sheathed inside you. They looked at you with what looked to be plain eyes. “Yes?” They answered. You looked at them with tear stained eyes as you panted and whined, disappointed that they just stopped. “Longan…” you whined in between breaths. They tilted their head as they smiled just the tiniest bit at you.

“Longan what?” They asked again, wanting you to fill in the blank for them. You were trying to speak, despite coherent words being nearly impossible for you. “P-P-P-Pl… Plea-“ “Spit it out.” They cut you off, getting impatient by the waiting that was taking place. They shimmied in their spot, causing you to moan and cry out pathetically. “I-I-I… AGH! LONGAN, FUCK ME ALREADY!” They bit their lip at your voice, sounding so desperate, so horny and needy for their dragon cocks. It was very evident to them from the start that you were shaken, in their eyes, and albeit uncomfortable, they knew in your eyes that you wanted this from them. You liked them, you wanted them, you needed them. They knew that, you’ve told them that even before this very moment. Did they choose to act on those feelings? No. Did they choose to have you act on those feelings? No, not in any way. Longan is not emotional. They are a brute— a psychopathic machiavellian who could even charm the birds from their nests if they wanted, but choose not to. You learned this when they took you in as their partner— to stand by them and to learn from them, as sort of like a mentor. The other dragons treated you as an equal because Longan expected them too, forced them to. In lamens terms, they also wanted you.

That’s when you were thrown onto your back on the bed with a soft thud and a gust of oxygen being torn from your lungs. Like a panther seizing its prey, Longan quickly crawled on top of you, in between your legs as they automatically hooked onto their sides. They looked straight into your eyes as they impaled your sex again, rapidly, making you scream, arching your back in blissful agony. They smiled at this and gripped your thigh in their hand, gently squeezing your tender flesh, letting their sharp nails settle on your skin, waiting for their call to imprint more marks onto you. “As you wish, darling one..~” they whispered before ramming into you, quite roughly. Their body moved to please, their hands making their way to both of your thighs, causing you to hook your ankles behind their back as they plowed you. You yelled out, tears ran down your face as your tongue started lulling out of your mouth. “When have you learned to scream like that, you harlot?” They said in between their own rugged panting. They spanked your flank when they didn’t get a response, causing you to jump. You felt so full, with them fucking your tight sex and your little ass, all at once.

“More, please more!” You yelled, holding them inside with your legs, not wanting them go let go. They scratched away at your thighs, their nails imprinting themselves into your soft flesh, biting down on your shoulder they moved your body with each rocking motion. You gripped their ivory hair, lacing it on your fingers, smelling like cashmere and musk. They emitted a low growl and let go of your shoulder, strings of saliva coming from your skin attaching to their fangs. They looked you in the eyes, seeing the hidden desire in them as they rocked your body. “Look at me,” they groaned, “you’re my baby. You’re my baby you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine forever… forever and always, do you understand me?” You nodded, unable to speak, causing them to smack your flank once more, bearing their fangs, you felt them spit out, “fucking answer me you bitch!” “Yes!”

“Again!”

“Yes!”

“Again!”

“YES!”

“YES WHO?”

“YES, LONGAN!”

“Oooohhhh FUCK.”

They felt something surge in their core, something that sent them into overdrive as they powerhoused your sex, no mercy attached. There was no doubt, your orgasms were closing in on each other during this sinful race. Your moans grew closer together as did their grunts and groans, squeezing you tighter. They took a hand and gripped your neck, restricting your breathing. “I’m going to take your fucking body I want it, I’m going to fuck you like a dog I will fucking dog fuck you you fucking slut, I will get you pregnant you fucking bitch, fucking take my cock, take it you fucking whore..!~”

“Long-g-gaaaan..!— Ah-hh Wa-a-aaait!” You felt your orgasm peak as your vision turned blank white, yelling out your orgasm like a poor sinner in church, resulting in a loud groan from the lust filled dragon. “FFFFFFFUCK.” They growled, chasing their orgasm, making you go silent. You were out of overstimulation— falling into a pleasure induced coma, not even able to let anything besides whimpers and soft cries out of your mouth as they wrecked your insides. “TIGHT.” They yelled, and after a few hard thrusts, they reached their orgasm, their first reaction was to impale your shoulder with their fangs, drawing blood. It hit them too fast, too fast for them to even react. They moaned and sighed in your shoulder through their mouth, filling your holes with cum, spurting out like leaky faucets. Even plugged in, some was leaking through and sliding down your sex like a cream filled doughnut. Your eyes slowly rolled back to focus, coming back from the back of your head. They kissed you passionately, once again, just like in the beginning. They panted and caught themselves, before you felt their tantalizing warmth leave your body. You sat up, bringing their soft yet warm covers to your chest, looking at them as they started putting their clothes back on, navigating around their bedroom floor for their silken robes and golden accessories. You looked at them with those same doe like eyes you have always had. After they clothed themselves, straightening up their hair and wiping their mouth, they looked to you, like a god standing in front of their bed, where you sit hopeless. “Tomorrow is a new day, I recommend you rest. They turned to the door, but before they could leave, they gave you a tiny smile, wishing you pleasant dreams before they left the room, the door nearly slamming behind them.

That very moment shattered your soul into a million pieces.

As the silence engulfed you, you curled up in the bed, huddling in the blankets still a bit impregnated of their heat. Huge drops of tears dripped down your face as you quietly began to cry, their warm liquids still inside of you... “Longan…” you whispered as you felt burning pain slip through your sex, rivulets of cum and blood staining their bedsheets. You cried into their pillows, defeated by them, as they had branded this night into your heart, like a permanent mark to be stored inside you forever. Yet you still chose to love them in dreams, making you swallow your pride, selling your dignity, your security, all away for what would have been only seven minutes.

In total, you had spent an agonizing hour and a half with the ivory dragon, alone. With not only physical branding adorning your body like tattoos, but a mental mark that will stay with you forever.

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So , if the requests are open may I ask for fluffy headcannons for Longan?(pls pls pls they're hawt as hell and my friends from other games know that I am in love with a cookie)

『I mean- he is a scrimblo. lub ❤️❤️❤️』

longan dragon — fluff headcanons (gender not specified)

poor baby man— this lil guy looks in the face of fluff culture and spits in it.

doesn’t understand how you mortals can just sit with each other like this… but then again, they don’t have a clear understanding of what love is either to be true.

they are about as stiff as a stick in the mud that has hardened down. Very tough cookie on the outside. they don’t like getting distracted from their war crime that is quite literally omnicide.

however… a certain cookie struck them differently. they took a bite outta you and said… “this hit different ngl wtf is this-“

favorite activity with you is pottery I feel, like I can see them taking in an artistic hobby to quell their violent thoughts of world domination. It keeps their mind busy yk? Just sitting behind you, guiding your little hands along the clay as it spins round and round… it’s so relaxing.

they also like to sit with you in their den, with you in between their legs as you rest on them, their sharp claws combing through your hair. Having conversations or hell, even in the depths of silence.

doesn’t know the first thing about cooking but will try if it means making you happy. I imagine the only thing they know how to make is pasta. and we can go in depth abt this like they love pasta with a passion and will make different kinds for you.

like “honey it’s 2 in the morning, why on earthbread are you making tonkotsu ramen?” “bc I’ve lost control of my life.”

loves movies and will watch them with you. let them pick one. just do it. most likely it will be something like Get Out or Us, they like scifi horror. again, doesn’t understand romantic movies and that gush shit.

you pick out a hallmark movie and they make fun of you, jokingly w affection

“let me guess the main protag is a wealthy business woman living in upstate New York and is slightly materialistic, meets your average joe who is actually rich but hides it until the very end as a pointless plot twist, they fall in love right on Christmas Eve, with snow and everything and somehow the main protag’s father is Santa Claus. Woooooow” “fuckinf stop”

respect dragon culture— if you don’t you hurt their feelins 😢 (nah jk but they have their own ways of expressing love that are definitely 100% foreign and unorthodox to you.)

dragon nibbles dragon nibbles dragon nibbles dragon nibbles dragon nibbles dragon nibbles dragon nibbles dragon-

om nom nom nom nom (gentle— may or may not be suggestive)

this is about as close as you will get to cuddles as they really aren’t a cuddly dragon.

and they aren’t a very soft dragon again. but they try their hardest. 🧡

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Hii! Can I request an Ananas Dragon Cookie x fem!reader smut one-shot? I'll like an escenary where the reader works as a maid for Ananas, have a nice day! ^^

『gets ananas brainrot- oh GET THE FU- also… finally… due to overwhelming demand, like 6-7 requests maybe- and sorry for it being a little short. I’m trying something different.』

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌?!

ananas dragon x bratty!f!reader

tw y’all // I had a lot of fun w this but like hair pulling, feral behavior, master servant dynamic, brat taming, degradation, light bondage, implied impact play

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

May the golden dragon be blessed with their royal retainers.

Especially you, a newcomer yet somehow, someway, Ananas grew especially fond of you. Kind and gentle, yet modest. Walking around their beaches with grace and poise you did. You were like a gemstone in the rough, smiling gracefully as you did roam. You came to the islands as a retreat, a get away of sorts. Little did you know you would be staying here. You grew fond of the lush tropics, the glittering waters… the gentle warmth…

Oh well, at least that’s how everyone saw you. But cut the crap, you weren’t all that.

When Ananas’s other retainers and disciples would discuss you they would say things like “oh she’s an enigma, oh she’s wild-“ like you cared. You enjoyed your new life regardless because like the golden dragon, you too were being taken care of as through you were a queen— a goddess of sorts. Someone to be worshipped. Never did you think you would get this far, a regular cookie?? Hell no! Now with this, what are you imagining to yourself? You, a crisp cookie in the best robes and glittering jewelry, with disciples of your own as you stand next to Ananas in pride? No. You wore a maid’s dress. It was quite clear that you were one of Ananas’s personal maids, but their favorite one at that. And even though you were a maid, living comfortably in the archipelago, you always loved to have a bit of fun. It took a bit to melt through Ananas and get them to soften up to you, but when that time came, oh baby it was time to shine!

You would constantly do little things that would piss Ananas off, but not to the point where he would go full on berserk on your ass and everyone else’s. Like you would make messes on purpose on his room for them to be like “Y/n, why are you so clumsy today?” Walk into their hoard with all their trinkets and gems, and steal them out little by little so that you would have them. Some of those items being their favorites in the hoard. It even escalated to yourself— changing your modest attire to a more… revealing style of clothing, parading around to the other disciples, accidentally (and we mean on purpose) spilling drinks on your chest, once again, in front of Ananas, purposefully dropping things, and disobeying commands given. You were surprised at how long Ananas went on for. Albeit hellishly annoyed, they were surprisingly patient with you. Classy, definitely. Oh but they were only playing along with your ruse. They know what you want, they’ve been alive long enough for them to know.

See, the only other thing that you wanted besides this comfortable like you have now is not just for you to figuratively be under Ananas, but also you wanted to physically be under them, too. You wouldn’t deny it but, you had a thing for Ananas for a while. You wanted them to absolutely crush you— to demolish and destroy you in the most beautiful ways. You heard from other female disciples how egregious they must be! Oh, you wanted a taste so bad!.. and you thought honestly that this was the best way to get them.

Little did you know, you were in for a lovely treat one afternoon.

“Y/N COOKIE!” You heard a familiar voice call. It was Ananas, they probably wanted something. You had finished all your cleaning for the day, surprisingly quickly at that. They probably just wanted to talk to you. And you had just the plan! You wanted into Ananas’s den.. in normal clothes. You bowed to them upon your entrance. “Sir, you called-?” “And WHY are you NOT in uniform?” They cut you off, causing you to mockingly look down at yourself and giggle. “Oops, my bad… allow me to go change, be right back!~” They sighed, taking to a growl on their face. “And HURRRRY BACK.” They boomed. Oh but you just shrugged and wanted to metaphorically give them the middle finger.

You took a full ass hour. That’s when the glass finally cracked. You heard footsteps marching towards your room, where you were actually changed. The door slammed abruptly open and before you could even react, an angry dragon was in your doorway. “Uh oh, is someone angry?” Ananas, without further comment, pinned you to your bed, pushing you down onto your mattress, holding your wrists tightly. “I… am the almighty dragon… the dragon of the earth…” they muttered coldly as they took a belt that you had failed to notice from beside you and slung it over their shoulder.

“And you will respect me.”

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Soo how we feeling about vampire!Longan x reader..?

『longan has officially taken over.』

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

vampire!longan dragon cookie x gn!reader— imagine!

baker’s notes // I hate yall bastas (affectionate ofc) also i was listening to one of Melanie Martinez’s unreleased tracks during this and holy shit. 🥴. I’ll link it.

tw // vampirism, blood and gore, not to be assoc. w/canon, primal play (hunter + prey mechanic,) implied cannibalism

【cw!】 I don’t mean for this to be smut, but if you’ve seen anime like vampire knight hellsing or diabolik lovers, and not even just those there’s other vampire anime out there, you’d know that vampire bites and feeding in general has a close link to sex, just a little heads up that it may be extremely suggestive.

PLEASE TAKE CAUTION UNDER THE CUT

Imagine with me… close your eyes and lend me your brain.

Longan is probably one of those most feared creatures to roam earthbread. No, there isn’t a probability there— they are the most feared thing to roam earthbread. Everything about them is utterly terrorizing, with but a cold golden glance, one could be permanently petrified, encased in a stone tomb for the rest of their lives. Yet something is amiss about this mysterious creature… they aren’t just a dragon. Their pearlescent white fangs are a tad bit longer, slimmer, and sharper than most dragons. They retain the same body temperature yet lack heat. They’re a lot more active in the night than they used to be. And when their retainer, Snake Fruit Cookie, would slither around the door to the downstairs corridor that would lead into a storm bunker, there would always be a foul odor emanating from the other side of the door… as well as instead of the usual sociopathic aura they would carry… it is replaced with a rather… charming psychopathic demeanor.

Rarely do they venture out of their palace— they just can’t be bothered. Instead they send out their psychic dragon eyes to do their hunting for them. On one of your nightly outings does one catch a glimpse of you walking and it starts to pester you. It scares you, (because who wouldn’t get startled by a floating disembodied eyeball?) and it makes you tumble over on the ground, cutting yourself on something— could be glass, a tree branch, a rock, whatever. The dragon eye sees a bit of blood on you and… strangely floats over to wipe the blood away, garnering it on its golden shell casing. Floating off in a frenzy do they return to the Ivory Palace. The dragon flicks some of the blood off of the case of the floating dragon eye and suck it off their thumb.

They’ve just found their next meal..

Imagine… Longan finally venturing out to get you, using the memory of how your blood smells. Floating closer to you through a lush wood, a grove, the smell of petrichor and wild musk tearing through them. Golden eyes laden in a sea of black glow through thick platinum lashes mirroring the golden hickory eyeshadow on their eyelids— shining like glittering stars. They catch you. Your pure frame being defiled by such a heavy gaze through your window. Locking your doors, you rush and hide in your cozy woodland cottage, but to your surprise, that doesn’t stop the hungry dragon. As tenacious as the hinges of your doors creaking off with a loud crack, and your door collapsing with a rough thud. The soft thumper of heels could be heard on your floors as they slowly crept through the house, stopping every so often, and then moving on, seemingly growing closer in volume.

“Where are you, weak little pet..?”

That voice… so familiar… you knew it from the tales… but never suspected them to be real.

“Reveal yourself to me, weak pet.”

“It wants to eat me…”

You had heard of the disappearances around your hometown, hence why you moved away into the woods. You crawled over to a pistol you had and armed yourself with it as you sat and shook on the other side of your bed frame, away from the view of the door.

The dragon wasn’t afraid to consume their victims, or at least parts of them, not just drinking their blood like normal vampiric beings. You grew more worried as time elapsed, and they still hadn’t left. You heard a few doors by yours, the laundry room door and restroom door, break off the wall and fall loudly on the floor. Your breathing shuddered a bit too loudly, which made them stop and walk towards your door, stammering at the doorknob.

“I know you are in there, pet. I hear you breathing.”

Hugging the rifle to your chest you finally heard the doorknob break, the deadbolt failing. Gracefully they walked into the room, seeing you crouch. You heard them. They were walking now towards your bed, crawling up on the mattress like an animal before positioning right above your trembling form. And then…

Imagine something yank at the back of your top, pulling and dragging you up roughly on the bed. Dragging you further by the sleeve of your top they straddled you and looked down at you. Like a giant they are… and it’s captivating…

However, they say nothing to you. Too shocked to move you lay there, your body cold on your bed as you trembled underneath the large dragon. Imagine them leaning down directly over the shell of your ear and taking a breath before lowering ever so slightly to begin tasting your skin, your soft, lukewarm skin mingling with their razor sharp teeth and cold lips. Cradling you in their arms, they force your back to arch against your now corrupted mattress, exposing your décolletage. With low decorum did they lick up from your collarbone to the nape of your neck, making you shudder and whine.

“Please… no…”

Trying to keep yourself quiet but they snatch the hand that creeps to your mouth to shield your remaining dignity. They manhandle you to their ease to feed, often bringing parts of you closer to them and their large stature. After a while the pain from their fangs becomes almost dizzying— almost turning into a state of pleasure you dare call it. As you felt the blood in your body rush up to where Longan had bitten you, it gushed like a hot geyser— causing them to roughly detach and watch it flow.

“It truly is amusing… how you behave, weakling.”

You look at them with teary eyes and a reddened face, almost taunting them in arousal. They lick at their fangs, cleaning them down.

“You should just let me suck you dry right here.”

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Hey guys!

I just wanted to let everyone (all 618 followers i have,) aware that this blog is moving. I no longer have the same inspirations as i used to, therefore i will be branching outwards to different communities. Some of my work will be brought over to this new blog. Some will stay.

This blog will turn into an inquiries only blog.

You can now find me @infranthrax

Thank you!

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『regarding the order for the lovely @lyforlyras— seeing as they saw the work I made entitled Seven Minutes for Longan Dragon Cookie… they sent in an order for me to replicate that for a… special red and black haired cookie…~』

苺の罪 🍓 『𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈』

red velvet cookie x fem!reader

baker’s notes // here’s a little gift for the customer to go along with this— this piece is heavily inspired by this song. ☺️💉🩸Also, I know japanese, and tried my best to pull kanji from the song while listening to it and translating it on my own. I used a livejournal article by user silvermoon249 as a spellcheck, as well as the original booklet.

tw // vampirism/blood play, period sex/oral, heavy sadism, degredation, bare backing, implied breeding, asphyxiation play (choking), impact play, and again, as I am infra, what a perfect opportunity to shit on licorice again! Yay! More lico slander! (Also licofait)

【cw // spin the bottle】

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

春の日、あの雪崩れの様に、止めど無く　滑り落ちて

頒-わか-ちがたい命題を掌-て-にしたいのなら

涙が枯れるまで。。。

『Like the descent of the spring sun, without end, it slips away.

If I wish to hold this inseparable theory in the palm of my hand, until the tears dry up...』

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Darkness is insufferable. That’s okay though, because these little goofballs of darkness has off days. Licorice was talking to some idol chick walking next to him, drinking a tea… when…

“OH MY GOD SKRUNKS!” Parfait squeals, causing Licorice to jump in his footing. He looked over to her with half laden shock and made sure the tea in his to go cup didn't spill anywhere on him. "AAh! Gods, Parfait... be careful with that voice. I almost spilled your drink." He sighed and stopped his walking with her as he saw her eyes agleam, her blue eyes perfectly mirroring the blue sky above. "I have an idea, like, a suuuper idea! What if we took this Arizona Tea can and played around with it a bit? Ya know, like a dating game for couples and stuff?" "Ehh..? W...What are you talking about? A dating game?" She nodded with excitement and started skipping along the pavement. She got some steps away from Licorice before she turned, raising her arms outward like the wings on a plane. "Liiike... spin the bottle? I heard that one of your friends is also dating someone. Maybe we also get them to tag along!" He stood before her and felt his shoulders slightly lurch forward, his eyebrows furrowed in nervousness. "Ah... Par.. Parfait Cookie, I don't think--" "It will be so~so~fuuun!~ Pleeeease?" With big puppy dog eyes as pure hearted as water, Licorice looked into them with his own pale yellow ones, stuttering slightly in his wording before sighing once more, taking another drink of the tea in the tallboy can. "Fine. I guess I'll join, but--" "YAAAAY!" "AGH GODS PARFAIT...! GIAH!"

They got back to the your cottage with completely opposing energies. Parfait bounced in the door while Licorice walked in like a regular cookie. "We're back guys!" Parfait chirped as she went over to you and gave you a hug from behind. "Hey babes!" You pat her handon your collarbone with your own, looking at her from the corner of your eye. "Hey, Parfait, hiw are y--" "Where's your hubby? We HAVE to get him in here, Red Velvet Cookie, where aaaare yoooou? Hehehe!" From out the kitchen window you could see Red Velvet look back at you from the side of the yard, hanging with his dogs. He gathers them and starts to head back in the house.

He walked in and saw the layout of the people in the house before him. A sluggish Licorice to his right, and a bouncy Parfait Cookie clinging onto you, his lover, to his left. One of his dogs charged into the house to greet Parfait, jumping onto her leg and barking excitedly. "Red, there you are!" "Oh gods..." Licorice muttered as he collapsed on the couch, sighing. You walked up to him and leaned against the plush cushions. "What's wrong, Lico?" you asked as you looked down at the semi embarrassed cookie. "Parfait wants us to play a dating game together, the four of us. I only agreed to make her happy." You looked back over to Red Velvet and Parfait who had turned herself around wuth a sigh. "Yeah, we both agreed to that during our walk, won't you join us? Pleeeease Red Velvet? It'll be fuuuuun!" He took his forarms and jumped, like a small kid begging their parents for something. Meanwhile, Red Velvet stood stiff as a board, looking to Licorice. "Uuh... I think the tea you got for her... made her... hyper-- Licorice come get your girl, please." He got up and walked ovet to her, taking her hand and murmuring at her to stop. Eventually, Parfait got the two of you to join, and you four found yourslves sitting on a towel on the bathroom floor, next to yours and Red Velvet's shared bedroom.

“This is so stupid, this is so stupid, this is so stuuupid!” “SHAHT. AP. LICO!” The bathroom filled with silence as the dissolution of Parfait’s voice slowly drifted off on the walls of the bathroom. “Now, whoever touches their nose lasts, spins the bottle first! Ready? Go!” Parfait chirped as she quickly put a finger to her nose. You and Red Velvet followed suit, leaving Licorice Cookie unprepared. “Oh god damnit.” He said with a sigh.

ねぇ（幼き日の）幻聴が（響き渡る）非道-ひど-い（耳鳴は）

オ・サ・マ・ラ・ナ・イ！

『Hey, (the childish) voices in my head (echo) their cruel, inhuman (ringing in my ears)

Will not settle down!』

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"Dreidel dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play." Licorice bluntly sang as the bottle spun around on the tile floor. Ity slowed, and landed on you before hesitantly wiggling on the floor so that the cap would land on his girlfriend instead. He hesitantly looked at you, who in turn smiled awkwardly. The rules are rules after all, and you leaned forth and kissed Licorice on the cheek after a nod from Parfait gave you her permission. Red Velvet watched you with falcon like eyes during the whole duration of this awkward exchange, a sudden boil forming in his chest. After you leaned back, you looked to Parfait to see who would spin next. You all did the finger to the nose as quick as you can, and then it was Parfait's turn! She spun the bottle excitedly with the snap of her fingers. "Ooooh, dreidel dreidel dreidal, I made it out of clay!~ And when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shal plaaay!~" She excitedly sang as she watched the bottle spin around quickly, slowing soundly with the grooves of the bathroom tile. Like clockwork, the bottle landed on you once again. "This bottle seems to like you." Red Velvet commented. Parfait looked at you with a sudden flush to her cheeks... chuckling to herself before leaning in the center of the circle only to meet you halfway in a friendly little kiss-- nothing too much, just a peck. You both leaned back into your positions in the circle with red faces and goofy smiles.

It was finally Red Velvet's turn. He spun the bottle and waited silently, only humming the tune of the dreidel song and was the bottle landed on Licorice, he grimaced at the boy clad in cheap robes. "AWWW! Kiss! Kiiissss!" "No." Red Velvet cut off Parfait's fangirling as he forcefully moved the bottle to point towards you. "Honey, you can't do that, that's against the game's rules--ah!" He suddenly got up from his place in the circle to pick you up off the ground and take you into your shared bedroom, locking the door shut upon entering. Parfait and Licorice heard the lock on the door click and looked to each other in nervousness. "I knew this would happen. Red Velvet is always like this." Licorice sighed, "hence why I really didn't want to do this." Parfait looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows a bit, humming in thought.

"Should we leave then? I don't think I wanna be here for much longer..."

"That sounds like a great idea."

大丈夫、少しおかしいだけだから 「誰か」を畏れる事は、もうやめにしよう？ ほら、もうすぐそこで、 Ah、 淡い死の薫りが充満-みち-てきた !

『It’s all right, since it’s just a little strange Shall we cease being afraid of “someone” already? Behold, very soon there, Ah, it’s been filled with the fleeting aroma of death!』

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"What are you doing-- ah!" Red Velvet let out what sounded like a gutteral sounding growl as he slammed you against the door, knocking the air straught out of your lungs into his own colliding into you forcefully and with fervor. You felt one of his hands graze at the skin of your waist as it trailed underneath the fabric of your top. He could smell faintly the small yet still noticeable scent that was Licorice and Parfait across your face and lips. Forcing your bottom lip open with a gesture of his thumb at your chin, you gasped as he infiltrated your mouth, seizing control of your tongue in a mere instant. You pushed at his chest, pleading for air, and when he felt you push at him, he bit down on your bottom lip. Hard. You squeeled, and pushed him away from you with a soft wince coming from your mouth, putting a hand to your now bleeding bottom lip. Backing away from you he smiled and put his hands to his hips. "You are incapable of understanding." He whispered darkly, almost manipulating the light in the room to diminish. His cerulean eyes started to creep along your figure as you started to walk around him, still holding onto your lip. "Understand?" You asked, trying to hold onto the thick blood in your mouth.

"Aggravating..." He sighed, walking towards you, your figure, trying to evade him. However before you could, he kicked your footing from underneath you, causing you to fall on your back on the bed. Laughing at you, you felt him kneel down at the opening of your legs, taking the fabric of your shirt and pulling you to sit up. "You purposefully wanted me to do this, right?" "No! No, that's not-"

"Such a bad girl..."

Your eyes widened as his mouth curled into a sadistic smile. Climbing on top of you, he grazed his thumb across your bottom lip;, taking whatever blood that was still there and sucking it off of his thumb. Sendinng a shiver down your spine, of course, but this is a side to him you've never seen. Sure, you two have been intimate before, but he's never been mean to you in this manner. Making you out to be a brat when you're not, slut shaming you for kissing another man's girl, hell even allowing that rat of a man to allow you to kiss him, even if it was on the cheek which was innocent enough to be passed on, even in game, it made you wonder... was he jealous? Red Velvet barely showed signs of jealousy or envy, he dubbed those emotions to be signs of weakness. But such emotions, albiet childish, he was feeling them hard in his gut, and he was taking it all out on you.

"You made me this way," he darkly cooed, a new sheen coming clear in his eyes. He bent down close to your face, almost literally pouring his water colored eyes into yours. "You wanna get shameless? Well baby, I can show ya shameless." He said snidely. He took his phone and disconnected his headphones from it, allowing the song that was playing on his phone to spill out into the room from the small speaker at the bottom.

あの丘で十字に、磔-はりつけ-られてる愛 磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくれば－ もっと、美味しいよ！

その瞳に映るのは悦び 嗜虐-いたみ-の狭間にある「罪」と共に 飲み干して────………… 飲み干して────………… 飲み干して────…………！

『Crosswise on that hill, a crucified love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Delight is reflected in your eyes Along with the ‘sin’ at the threshold of sadistic pain Draining you dry────………… Draining you dry────………… Draining you dry────…………!』

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"Show me more then. Give me more." Red Velvet growled as he attacked your lip in a violent bout. You squeeled into the kiss, having the air flushed out of your mouth a second time, only for the feeling to repeat a third when he spanked your outer thigh. It was damn near suffocating the way he handled you. Biting your lip again, you cried out in pain, muffled by the cushion of his own lips. He sucked the leaking blood out of your bottom lip harshly, leaving it reddened and marked. "Good. Cry. Cry more, harlot." He spat, spanking your thigh repeatedly as you let out an even louder whimper with each hit. He sat above you, still, but only for a moment. After what appeared to be a moment of thought, he slid back down, taking your bottoms with him on the way down. "Ah, honey wait!" you cried out, quite concerned. He looked to you and smiled. "Don't act like you don't want it, I know you well enough to know you do. And besides..." He whispered as he proceeded to slide your panties down while trying his best to pull the tampon you had out of you. Your eyes widened as he stared at the used tampon with jealousy in his eyes, partially thinking with his obvioously horny yet big boy galaxy brain that the tampon wasn't only used to block the blood from escaping you, but also to pleasure you as you walked around. He growled at it and tossed it somewhere on the floor. "I... you know that I'm..." you whispered, shaking in nervousness. "So? A little blood never hurt anybody."

So brazen today... you never thought you would see this side of him. He inserted a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out once more as you felt him enter you. He sighed started to quickly pump his hand in and out of you. One of your eyes closed from the dull pain slowly mixing in with pleasure, much like how sugar caramelizes strawberries when mixed about. Moaning, you tried to squirm off of his hand but, as you knew he probably would, he took his free hand to hold you still, right on your tailbone it sat as it stopped you from leaning back.

"Ah ah ah, no no no, don't you go anywhere..." He cooed lasciviously as he dove down into your soaked bleeding cunt, making you gasp out as you felt his mouth voilate your clit.

血濡れた、このエレジーの中 割り切れず、撹拌-ブレンド-する。。。 甘酸っぱい極上の血を注ぎ込めば、 倒錯者が、嗤う。。。

そぅ（戻れないよ！）表面に（拡がりゆく、）紅-あか-い（様式美） ト・ケ・テ・イ・ケ・バ！

『Soaked in blood, within this elegy Unsatisfied, stirring and blending... Once infused with the finest bittersweet blood, The pervert smiles.

That’s right, (there’s no going back!) Spreading across (the surface,) the deep red (elegant pattern) As it melts away!』

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He sucked away at you, blood smearing across his cheeks in earnest with your attempted movements to grind on his face. The delivery method of thjis pleasure was all from normal, all from orthodox, this wasn't like him at all yet, you welcomed the beast within him in open arms. You loved him. His love... at this moment, was enough to leave you dizzy. For a moment your surroundings melted away, your vision clouding due to the heat inside you. You felt your cunt however continue to fill, and as it woke you from youur ecstacy filled trance, you sighed and looked down at the red and black haired man below you slurping away at your clit like noodles, pumping away at you still. Through a broken breath, you managed to mutter, "how... how m-many fingers... are y-you using?" With a snow lick of your clit, making you moan out in a pain filled lust, he licked his upper teeth and swalllowed, his mouth and tongue crimson with the stain of your blood. "Only three," he panted, licking his lower lip next, eyeing you like a predator as you mimiced his panting and heaving, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths. "But I can tell you loved having my fingers inside you." You moaned as you felt his digits swirl inside you, and then slowly sliding out only to ram into your blood soaked vagina, leaking onto the hard wooden floor and your panties below your feet. You screamed out in agony as he did this, feeling his sinful actions take over your mind quickly.

"Mhm... good girl. Be a good girl for me and take it while I eat away at you." He teasingly licked away at your clit once more, taking it into his mouth, sucking on it before letting it fall out of his mouth with a quiet pop. "Oh my FUCKING. GOD, you taste so good..." He murmured before taking your clit back into his mouth, growling on it like a dog at its food bowl. You felt your back arch as you felt the ridges of his top teeth graze at the sensitive organ, biting it softly. Throwing your head back at the growls he left at your bottom half. "You feel that huh?" He talked with his mouth full of you, "you feel the growls shaking through your cunt? Hm? "Mmmm... the vibrations of my throat onto your little cunt-" He felt you tighten around his fingers, your body tensing up with every pump. He laughed, kissing yhour clit. "Are you gonna cum?" He asked sweetly, the sweetness mimiced toxicity however, like a sickeningly sweet cherry syrup sliding into your mouth. You nodded shakily, and in response to that, he yanked his fingers out of you, making you whimper and cry out, wanting to feel more of his adrenaline rush. "Unnhh... Red Velveet... whyyy..." you dragged impatiently, trying to each for his blood stained hand, however he pushned you down before you could even get the chance.

大丈夫、誰も試したことがない 密花-ヒソカ-を摘んで添えれば、赤裸々に視える 二度、届かぬ祈り Ah、昏い瞳-め-に伝染-うつ-る諦めが────…………

『It’s all right, no one was testing you Once you pluck and trim a secret flower, it appears naked A prayer that won’t be conveyed twice Ah, the defeat infecting your dark eyes────…………』

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He licked away at his hand and lips like a graceful animal, almost showing some kind of twisted sign of humanity left in him. Panting, you were still ledt dizzied as you felt him mount at your entrance. "Red, please..." you muttered out in your stupor. "Red, please what?" After your glowing face blushed, your eyes watering over, he giggled and leaned down into your neck. "Say it. Say you're Red Velvet's dirty little whore and that you want my cock in you." He whispered against the shell of your ear. You grimaced and panted in response before recovering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Say it!” Whimpering, rubbing your legs together, you stutter out… “I… I’m.. Red… R-Red Velvet’s li-little whore a-and I… I-I-I wannnt hic-his cock ins-side of me..” you hiccuped. Chuckling darkly, he kissed your neck in reward. “Good girl, now say..” he prepped, taking in a breath, “I want your baaby Red, I want your baaaby, Red..” he cooed mockingly in your ear with a high piched voice to off brand your own.

A... a baby? You didn't expect that. You both never really brought up the future possibility of children, actually you remembered that Red stated himself that he was against having kids right now given his current predicament. He didn't want to harm them... at least you thought. But why was he making you say that? Maybe he had different intentions behind those words, to make you look even dirtier maybe? To objectify you? No, you couldn't bare the thought... maybe it was a possession type thing. Yeah, that made the most sense here. It was too close to hold hands with his feelings of jealousy, it had to have been that. Nevertheless, wwith doubts spinning around your head, you once again repeated what he said, to his amusement. He let out a sadistic chuckle before sighing in ecstacy, holding onto your hips and guiding you into a mating press. You felt the tip of his cock touch you, teasing your opening, almost begging to be let inside as the tip of his cock felt wet and hot, oozing precum into you. He once again poured his eyes into yours, and pushed into you like a ram opening a door. Full steam ahead kind of vibe.

この罰に従事し、隷属-れいぞく-されてる愛 磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくれば もっと、美味しいよ

あの願いを裏切れば産まれる 記憶の彼方にある光、消して 踏みはずし────………… 踏みはずし────………… 踏みはずし────…………

『Engaging in this punishment, an enslaved love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Born in betrayal of that wish, The light that exists beyond memory disappears, Doomed to fail────………… Doomed to fail────………… Doomed to fail────…………』

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Kissing at your neck with venomous fervor, you felt him slowly pull out of you only to push back in just as hard as his initial entry. You eyes rolled back into your head is it too simultaneously rolled over, the feeling of that twisted painful pleasure once again clouded your brain in waves, cancelling out any rational thought you may have had. With your head pressed against the pillow, Red Velvet put a hand at your throat, threatenting to squeeze the warm, tender flesh of your neck. His fingers, painted the cursed peppermint stripes and animal like claws adorning his nails, squeezed gently at your throat and as he thrusted, he watched the blood gather into your cheeks, the blood getting stuck there with nowhere else to flow. The air that you once had was being stomped out of you with his monstrous hand, choking you, putting your air supply on a thread. Yet... the dizzying pleasure this brought was enough to make you hurt. It felt so wrong to let him do you this way yet... at the same time you never felt so right to be so wrong. You moaned through the little air you had, crying out as he squeezed just a bit more... just a bit more pressure there. He smiled through grunts and groans as he pressed against you, your legs pressed against his shoulders firmly. The bed started to gently creak with each foul motion you two made in synchrony.

"R-Re-ed Ve-elve-e-e-etttt...! AaAaAhhh!" You screamed out as he let go of your throat, gaining oxygen in thrushes, making you cough up. He only sped up as you screamed his name, letting it fill his ears like a serenade. Just a bit more...

さあ、亡骸を抱き Ah、 甘き死の予感を呼び戻す。。。

あの丘で十字に、磔-はりつけ-られてる愛 磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくれば もっと、美味しいよ

この罰に従事し、隷属-れいぞく-されてる愛 磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくれば もっと、美味しいよ

赦されずに生きてきた恥らい 遺した「傷跡」だけ、確かならば－

『So, embracing a corpse, Ah, recalling premonitions of a sweet death...

Crosswise on that hill, a crucified love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Engaging in this punishment, an enslaved love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Such an intolerable shame came to be If only the ‘scars’ left behind are certain-』

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That blurry feeling came back. Your surroundings melted away like jelly as your eyes crossed. You didn't even acknowledge the fact that your orgasm had came. A mixture of cum and blood leaked down your inner thigh as Red Velvet continued to pound you abused sex.

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

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The sounds around you meshed together, almost like you were in a cave. Red Velvet continued to pound you in. You thought he said he was going to cum, but you didn't even know. You couldn't even scream anymore. Your body completely gave into his sick, childish desires.

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

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You felt him still with one last gutteral groan, and then afterward you felt a torrent of hot seed flash into you. He sighed and panted, looking into your lust torn eyes. You watched his mouth move, bit it was still all gibberish you couldn't make out. You had to come down, as did he. 接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

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His body sunk down onto yours softly with a quiet thud as some parts of his long hair hit his sheets. He started to kiss your neck, your collarbone, your cheeks, he started to kiss you everywhere... and you slowly came back down to see him cuddled up in your arms, a comfortable smile plastered onto his lips as he took in the warmth and the new scent of your breasts. You stroked his hair, with a matching smile... and you drifted off the same way he did, now one...

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

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『hm… 🐉🍓』

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖

pitaya dragon cookie x gn!reader — mini scenario!

baker’s notes // first time writing pitaya. god all mighty. I’ve been a little nervous to write them bc I can’t seem to get their character down. So this may be a practice run.

tw // pitaya is teaching the reader how to fight in the beginning. I don’t personally think this is triggerworthy, but, just in case…

“C’mon, hit it harder!” Pitaya roared, smiling their usual goofy smile as they watched you hit the sandbag. After another… what they would assume was a lousy attempt to hit the bag, they chuckled and walked up to you, cracking their knuckles with a bright shark like smile. “Y/n Cookie, watch, it’sss really not that hard.” They put their right foot out, pivoting themselves in front of the bag and punched it with a closed fist. Crossing your arms, you pouted at the dragon. “Easy for you to say.” The red dragon took to a laugh and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, patting you with a clawed hand. “I think you have a tendency to forget that we regular cookies aren’t as strong as dragons are.” They looked you in the eyes, seeing your pouty expression. “No, that’sss not the case at all. I jussst like ssseeing you struggle, hahaha…”

Grumbling, you started to walk off, Pitaya following suit behind you. What can we say? Pit just likes screwing with you is all. They laugh again, flapping their wings. “Lighten up, won’t ‘cha? I’m only kidding!” Floating in front of you and putting their two hands on your shoulders, you stopped your footing and stumbled, about to fall into them. “You cookies are ssso fickle.” “And you’re a douchebag.” You retorted, giggling and playfully punching his shoulder. He mocked you by floating backward, floating onto his back while feigning despair. “Oh no! They hit me! I’m falling!” Proceeding your walk, you smiled at Pitaya Dragon, clicking your tongue. “I’m hungry. C’mon idiot.” You yelled.

You eventually found yourself sitting with the red dragon, eating your lunch. Pitaya sat next to you drinking something. “What is that?” You asked them. They raised their bottle a bit. “Thisss? Oh, it’s Jamba Juice.” Snickering, you pounded your first on the table. “See I know you’d drink Jamba Juice you fucking chad!” “They’re good okay?! Godsss…” They took another drink and closed the bottle, setting it down on the table. “Listen,” they said huskily, clearing their throat. You took a bite out of your noodles before looking back at him with a mouth full. “I know I like to fuck around with you a lot, but, at leassst I’m not like that banana boat lookin’ fuckhead. Besssidesss… you’re funny, and I like ya. You’re like the firssst cookie I’ve met besides the onesss related to mala sssauce and fire spirit that actually get me.” They smiled and put an arm around your shoulder.

It was true. You had known Pitaya for a while now, the other dragons included. You felt their unusual fiery warmth emanate from their arm as they hugged you close to their side. “I mean it, yeah? You understand?” They said lowly as they turned slightly towards you. You swallowed a bit and nodded, a bit flustered at the sudden behavior change. “Pitaya… what are you-“ “Ssstop talking, cookie.” They cut you off before giving you a small peck on the lips, which caught you so off guard. You felt your cheeks heat upon contact, stuttering in the kiss as you tried to regain your composure. They slid a hand down your arm. After they let you go, they looked into your eyes, that shojo gleam coming from them, before…

“Hehe… heheheh… HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

You blinked to see and hear them laughing. Feeling your face redden even more, you glared at them quite intensely, whining to yourself. “Hey… why are you laughing?” You asked quietly. After they finished bellowing, they sighed, and put a hand to their forehead. “You shoulda ssseen your face! Did you really think I was being ssserious? Do you really think that I wasss coming onto you? Pleassse! Hahahahahaaaa!”

Of course, see you knew they would pull something like this. Your proceeded to smack the shit out of them, while they continued to laugh and laugh. Whatever drove you to that dragon anyway? Strange…

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Soisawyoudothedragonsnow

Can i get all (or any dragon of ur choice)

So! With that in mind! For the alphabet thing(sfw/sugar) with the letters being

N AND R!!!!!!!!!!

So there- :D

『Ah hell let’s put em all in a pot yeah? Lil skrunks I lub em』

400 Followers Milestone Event — Draconic Five (Pitaya, Ananas, Lotus, Lychee and Longan with… we’ll that’s pretty clear now is it just look above sjdjdka)

Again, from the Sugar List! 🍡 Time to get fluffy!

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

Pit is just all over the place with nicknames. They call you something different each day however it usually falls on the lines of “babe,” “baby,” “babes,” “babeycakes,” etc etc…

They do it because you did it first and was like “huh how cool I got a name 😎”

However they also make up nicknames to annoy the shit out of you.

Like say if you were on your period this is where you would have to get your shoe out to beat them with. They make up period style nicknames that get weirder as the day goes on.

Such as “hey my little red rocket❤️” or “what’s hangin my little blood fountain of goodness?” it gets weird and gross, prepare to fight.

But on a serious note they usually use the pet names because you do. Simple.

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

They’re creative in their own light. They’re… special.

“For you, babe!~” cue the ring of fire that transforms into a heart, a demon popping out of it with a stuffed plush heart that says “u cute” on it.

Holds your hand in public and snuggles up to you on car rides. They purr a lot too, it’s a wonder how people see them as a big tough guy. They’re a teddy bear practically look!

Sets up dates that usually have some kind of entertainment like going to hibachi grills where they cook in front of you, it stimulates his tingling braincells and he loves seeing you laugh.

All in all, very creative and romantic in their own special way. They’re very “I’m original and not like the other dragons,” yk?

“lob you bb ❤️” a lot in texts

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

Ananas wasn’t the first to use them, no. But ever since you called them “honey,” he blushed, pouted, crossed his arms, said “stop,” in a very tsundere type fashion, went to their bedchamber, and melted with the hearts and flowers around them gushing.

They call you their treasure, something that sounds personal and sweet, warm to the touch. They did this after they finally gave into the fact that they liked you.

You primarily use pet names like “your majesty,” in an attempt to poke fun at them, however, Ananas actually takes a liking to this.

Other than the occasional “darling” or “dear,” there really isn’t another nickname they use. They call you by your name if not a nickname.

However there is one other name they have for you, which they use on very special occasions, which is “emas,” or “gold” in Malay.

They love the nicknames you give them, and albeit they aren’t the huge fan of them, Ananas tolerated them greatly. 🧡

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

It can be half and half with them. Ananas can be romantic if they really wanted to be, however, they normally come off as someone from a ghlibi film when they try.

Takes you out on flights and courts you with the finest gold they can find in their hoard, being extremely selective on the gifts they give you. They are also very selective on who prepares your food, how it’s prepared, etc. They want you to have nothing but perfection, which is romantic to them.

They love sunsets because of the colors they emit; the pinks, oranges, purples and yellows and blues, they take you to the highest point on the archipelago just to watch the sun set with you. They may also bring dinner with them along with refreshments and a blanket to sit on if they want to stay with you for a while.

They love nuzzles as well, and while sitting with you they may nuzzle into you while low quiet purring comes from their throat.

Merry Go Round of Life or Dearly Beloved in the background of course, some nice soft songs, leaving you both warm and comfy within the guise of the setting sun.

Even their gaze softens around you, on private that is. Soft smiles and pupils that don’t look as sharp, a far more tender side to Ananas that that rarely ever show anyone but you.

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

They call you “Kirei,” and write it out as 綺麗、meaning “pretty” in Japanese. They may also call you “utsuku,” or the first kanji in the word “utsukushii,” written like 美しい、meaning beautiful.

Lotus primarily uses nicknames in private, and they use them often to show affection. You haven’t called them a nickname up to this point, however after your relationship began you tended to call Lotus Dragon… Lotus, shortening it to show familiarity.

Even this though makes them smile. They tell you that you don’t have to put a nickname on them if you don’t want to because even the shortening of their name is enough to show them how you feel.

Eventually you start calling them “love,” which leads them to hug you.

Cherishes every name you give them and will lick your cheek out of happiness.

Often sends you text messages in the morning, telling you to have a good day, to not forget to do anything important, and that they love you. 💙

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

Makes songs for you, sometimes adding lyrics to them. These are played on their mandolin, and they play these songs for you at night when all the servants are sleeping.

Allows you to stay in their bedchambers with them, or in their throne room during the day, where you both sit in comfort, with you oftentimes sitting close to Lotus as they wrap you comfortably in their tail.

Loves the way you smell, and once commanded some of the servants to make them a cologne that smelled like you.

Will hold dinners for you, making sure that all food prepared and all refreshments provided are of purest quality, the most superb pure ingredients that are so fresh you wouldn’t be able to tell if they were the real thing or out of a commercial.

Likes to cuddle and will allow you to touch their horns, a rather sensitive place for all dragons. This is a sign of trust as they hug you with their arms and tail, softly combing their finger through your hair and humming to themselves, letting out soft purrs here and there.

Probably the most romantic out of the five.

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

“Bestie, girlboss, queen, lovely, king, dolly,,,”

you best believe lychee is gonna be the first one to use a nickname with ya.

Loves to call you these names while hugging you from behind. They’re so preppy that they call you these nicknames whether in private or public, they don’t care about what people think about your relationship with them. You’re special to them and if anyone says otherwise they’re gonna get their foot in their mouth.

You are the Angel that they couldn’t kill, so be glad they’re letting you keep your soul. They love it too much to take it.

Wonders if you have a nickname for them as well and often asks you about it with them pink draconic pupils and uwu like smile.

“Baby face.” “What?” “Babyface, because you got a babyface and you’re cute.” “Aww, hehehe! That’s so cute! I love that- wait you think I’m cute?~”

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

They’re def more cliche with showing their love to you, often taking you somewhere on their island that they think is pretty to show you.

Pretty clothes that have but no longer wear are given to you as courting gifts as well as jewelry or makeup.

They may also have these bonding nights with you where they wanna give you makeovers n such, like having a girls night, complete with wine, Facebook or Twitter, face masks with the cucumbers, Madonna, etc.

Also Madonna karaoke, if anyone disagrees on the fact that lychee listens to Madonna I’m quitting-

“MATERIAL GIRL!” Tells you to slay cutely and that they love ya!

Spams you with hearts and flowers bc why not it’s cute

🍡 N \\ Nicknames :: Who makes the pet names in the relationship? Who usually uses them?

okay they’re stiff as hell with nicknames. You started to call them “dear,” just to see how they would react. And they just continued to call you by your name. As your relationship progressed they did start to call you “honey.” Thats about it.

Longan is weird about nicknames. Don’t get too soft with them, they don’t like it.

Prefers you call them nicknames in private as they do so as well. Is very private and doesn’t like to show much emotion.

Calls you pet names when they’re tired, as they don’t realize all the time that they do, plus they when they’re tried, there a lot more docile.

Calls you “princess,” and “my beloved” while cuddling.

Will not admit it no matter what you or the other dragons do but they love to be babied when tired. Call them baby boy when he warms up in cuddling. Will kiss your neck and tell you they love you.

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🍡 R \\ Real smooth, Joe! :: How romantic are they? Are they more cliche or creative?

No that’s wrong ❌

You think Longan is romantic and caring?? They can get this way… after some millennia. But love is something Longan fears. They’re extremely protective of their heart and will not get attached quickly.

However, if you’re immortal, that’s different.

The fear still lingers though that somehow they will have to outlive you. So they try to be as understanding as possible to make sure you don’t leave them. Key word being try.

Most if not all their knowledge on how to be romantic comes from movies and or books they have read. 

So they are probably the most cliche out of the dragons. Roses, jazz, that shit. Incredibly cheesy and their attempts make you laugh, which makes them confused, but they’re trying, okay? It’s the thought that counts! If it makes you feel better they really like movies and will watch them with you. 🧡