#alternate universe - yakuza

[minkei]

nishiki and kiryu but they are both part of a formula 1 team owned by majima

[aeskit-ifnie]

Zhao Pirate, Zhao Pirate, Zhao Pirate.

Been a while since i drew Zhao, ngl. It's always fun but stressed me a bit. The wife is stressing me out.

[screamingish]

Y0 alternative ending , nishiki survives the explosion.

[lesyarei7]

🅷🅴🅰🅻🆃🅷 🅲🅷🅴🅲🅺🆄🅿

WARNING OF NSFW CONTENT ─ 🔞mdni, Explicit warnings and numerous lewd descriptions. Same on 🔗AO3

Madara x FemReader, Modern AU, 2611 words 

🔗Request 7 for @beautyblueblossom

Thanks for the request, @beautyblueblossom It was fun to explore a hospital setting and shift the focus to the doctors when things took an unexpected turn... 😉✍️🔞🌚😏❤️‍🔥

By 🔗lesyarei7 - Sep 21, 2024

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The day he was had been long and tiring for Madara, a 28-year-old man who had made an appointment for a male health checkup and a visit to the urologist. He had missed his previous checkup a few years ago, which was the reason for his current visit. Despite feeling fine, he wanted to ensure everything was in working order. Anxious thoughts swirled in his mind as he waited for his appointment, wondering if something might be wrong.

Earlier that morning, he had gone to the hospital for initial tests, but more would come during his visit with the urologist. In preparation for the appointment, he had been instructed to abstain from sex and any ejaculation-inducing activities for 4 days, as well as avoiding alcohol, caffeine, and drugs.

As the last patient of the day at the doctor's office, Madara's appointment was scheduled for 5:30 pm. 

"Please, do come in, Uchiha Madara." The doctor stepped away from the door and motioned for Madara to enter. She was clad in a pristine white lab coat, her long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. 

Madara, who had expected to see a man, was taken aback by the sight of this woman before him. He remembered making an appointment with a male specialist, so he was surprised to see her instead. "I apologize if you were expecting my colleague," she explained, her voice soft and professional. "He had an emergency and I am filling in for him today." 

"I perceive," Madara muttered, his eyes scanning over her figure as she led him to a private room. He couldn't help but notice how her robe revealed just a hint of cleavage, causing a slight unease within him. "This should only take a moment," she assured him as she took his medical history. Though he tried to focus on the questions she asked, his mind kept wandering back to the unexpected beauty of the medic standing before him.

Before the examination begins, I must ask you some questions to better understand your current health. 

Are you experiencing any issues with achieving or maintaining erections? Does ejaculation cause any discomfort?

Madara's response was firm and unwavering. "No," he replied.

"Moving on, do you have any pain during sexual activity or any other sexual dysfunction?"

Again, Madara shook his head.

"Have you been feeling any pain in your lower abdomen, pelvic area, or genitals?" You prodded further. 

As you continued with the questioning, you turned to inquire about lifestyle factors. "Do you smoke, drink alcohol, or use recreational drugs?"

Madara hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I occasionally drink alcohol." You made a note of this information before moving on to ask about diet and exercise habits.

"Do you experience a lot of stress in your daily life?" You probed further.

"It varies," Madara responded. "It depends on my work schedule."

"Got it," You nodded understandingly. "Based on your previous medical tests, everything looks normal so far. However, I will need to conduct an examination now." With that, you put on a pair of gloves and asked Madara to remove his lower clothing for the examination.

He unbuttons his pants, sliding them off and revealing his perfectly toned physique through the open buttons of his shirt.

Your eyes greedily took in his build, unable to tear away from the perfection in front of you. But you snapped out of it, reminding yourself to remain professional. What's wrong with me, you thought, trying to push aside the cravings that had been building up since your last relationship ended.

"Before we proceed, is it alright if I begin the physical examination?" you asked, your voice steady.

Madara met your gaze, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Go ahead," he said with a smirk, his tone casual but confirming his agreement.

With a determined focus, you examined him rectally, confirming everything was normal before moving on to the rest of his body. As you ran your hands over his abdomen, you couldn't help but admire the defined muscles beneath your fingertips. Madara smirked at your obvious admiration, causing a surge of heat between your legs. His gaze was electric — dangerous — and you knew you were losing control. You bit your lip, struggling to maintain composure as your thoughts wander where they shouldn’t. This wasn’t right, but the heat between you two was undeniable, growing stronger by the second.

"Is this really part of the examination?" He leads on, his eyes darkening with lust as your hands wander over his shape. You found yourself caught between professionalism and yearning as the words hung in the air, thick with tension.

"Are you comfortable continuing like this? I need to be sure before we take this further," you murmured, your voice soft but serious.

Madara’s eyes darkened, his smirk widening."I wouldn’t still be here if I wasn't."

You try to maintain a professional demeanor as you continue to examine his penis, scrotum, and testicles. Despite your best efforts, the warmth of his skin beneath your gloved fingers stirs something deeper, an urge you cannot resist. But as you touch Madara, causing him to close his eyes in arousal, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist the temptation burning between the two of you. Your hands moved with practiced precision, but your mind was far from the sterile professionalism you were supposed to maintain. Your gloved fingers glided across his heated rind, the latex creating a soft rustle with each movement. His scent — a mixture of sweat and something primal — filled your senses, clouding your thoughts and making it harder to maintain the clinical detachment you should have. The sight of Madara — so strong, so composed — was making it difficult to concentrate. A voice in the back of your mind screamed for restraint, but the overwhelming pull of him — the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles flexed under your fingers — was too much. You knew this was wrong, but at this moment, you didn’t care. Heat pooled low in your belly, and you chastised yourself for letting your thoughts wander. Focus, you mentally commanded, but as your fingers brushed against his skin, the electric connection between you only intensified.

Madara's dick was a thick and impressive sight, its length becoming fully engorged from your actions. Every vein and curve stood out in stark relief, tempting you to run your fingers along its shape. As you caressed him, you could feel your own body responding with pulsing need. His hardness grew even more at your touch, and you couldn't help but admire the powerful effect you had on him. Your pussy throbbed with hunger as you watched him grow harder from your pleasuring.

Madara’s jaw clenched, his gaze following your every move. "I thought this was supposed to be a medical exam," he taunted, his voice dripping with unspoken urge. You met his gaze, a sly smile tugging at your lips. "It is," you replied, your tone playful yet challenging. "But I’ve found… certain methods can be very effective." His smirk widened, and you could feel the tension building, thick and heady in the air.

His breaths grew heavier and more labored, a visible sign of his arousal and frustration. You smirked at him, knowing full well the effect you were having on him. Your voice steady despite the way your pulse quickened, - "It's time to collect a sample of semen for overall sperm health tests," you stated matter-of-factly, hoping he wouldn't mind. But even if he did, it was too late now. You had given him a hard-on with your tantalizing words and now you intended to follow through on your intentions as his doc. Madara raises an eyebrow, but the hint of a smirk betrays his willingness. "I see," he drawled, leaning in just enough to make the space between you feel smaller, more intimate. "And how do you plan on collecting that sample, Doctor?"

"I will gather a sample of semen in the most enjoyable manner possible..." You take hold of his shaft and show him your preferred method.

"Let’s see how skilled you are." Uchiha huffed, clearly taken aback by your bold behavior. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, everything hung in the balance. He could walk away, but instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"Is this really what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl. You met his gaze and nodded, desire thrumming through your veins. 

"Asking me to continue?" you inquired, almost challenging you.

He met your gaze confidently and nodded. "Yes," his breath ragged. "You know exactly what I need, don’t you?" Madara's voice dripped with fire, and there was no mistaking the challenge in his gaze. You met it head-on, a wicked smile curving your lips. "I do," you whispered, your hand tightening around him. A mischievous glint lit up in your eyes as you studied him. "It's not easy abstaining from sex for four days, is it?" you taunted, fully aware of the struggle he must be going through.

"I will help you out. We both will help ourselves," you added, enjoying teasing him even further. With a firm grip on him, you began stroking him faster, using your skilled hands to give him a handjob while sitting beside him.

As his body struggled to maintain its last shred of composure, his moans reverberated in the small room. "Ah...fuck..." he groaned, his bones tensing as pleasure washed over him.

"I am gonna cum," he warned, but you didn't slow down. Instead, you continued to jerk him off with determination until finally, with a loud gasp and shudder, he released into your hand. You couldn't help but feel satisfied with yourself as you looked at the mess in your hand before wiping it clean with a tissue. It was all part of being a good healer - taking care of your patients in every way possible.

Startled, you realize you were supposed to use Madara's seed for a test... 

"Oh fuck," Madara mutters under his breath, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he looks at you. His gaze is intense and piercing, and you can feel your heart racing in response. "You played me well, you dirty doctor. It was never your intention to do the test." He reaches out and grabs your thigh firmly, causing you to gasp in surprise. With a swift motion, he pulls off your robe, exposing your large breasts that bounce and jiggle from the sudden movement. Your skin flushes with heat as your eyes meet, electricity crackling between you.

"Do you want this to continue?" His voice is laced with dominance and a hint of danger. "It would be best if you let me fuck you if that is true. I don't want to end up facing legal consequences for physical violence."

You're momentarily speechless, caught off guard by Madara's sudden change in demeanor. But then a wicked smirk crosses your lips as you remember the effect you have on him.

"Yes," you say boldly, meeting his gaze with confidence. "Masturbating you made me drenched... So why don't you do your own examination, Doctor Madara? Would you mind checking?"

A flicker of surprise flashes across his face before he grins, removing his shirt and undressing you completely. Your frame trembles with anticipation as he murmurs about how hot you are while sucking on your sensitive nipples.

He positions you on the table, spreading your legs wide open. At that moment, any resistance or hesitation melts away as you give yourself over to the intense pleasure that Madara can provide.

Desperately trying to stifle your moans, you feel his fingers plunging into you relentlessly. "Oh baby, struggling to keep quiet? Do you fear someone in this hospital will hear? Don't bother..." he taunts, thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy with a devilish smirk. He leans over you, smothering your mouth with a deep kiss as your anatomy convulses with pleasure. Your fingers claw at the table and his hand, while your legs shake uncontrollably and your stomach tightens with each powerful thrust. The overwhelming sensations send you into a state of pure ecstasy, your eyes rolling back and a guttural groan escaping your lips. "Good girl," he whispers in your ear before pulling away, leaving you wet and wanting once again.

As you catch your breath, you can feel his arousal growing once again - just in time for round two.

"You're driving me crazy, Doctor Y/N," Madara growls as he grinds his rock-hard erection against your throbbing muff. Your juices mingle together, creating a slick trail down your stomach as he presses harder, demanding entrance.

You begged, your voice hoarse and desperate. "Just enter me already!" 

His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Oh, how eager," he taunted, savoring your desperation. Your cunt throbbed with need, craving his dick. 

"Please...Madara," you moaned, unable to resist any longer. "Fuck me." 

But he silenced you with a harsh command: "Hush." With one swift motion, he plunged his fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck on them, tasting yourself as he finally enters you, filling your slick pussy and causing a wave of intense satisfaction to crash over you, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Pleasure shot through your shape and you grit your teeth from the sensation.

He ravaged you with a primal ferocity, his hands grabbing and squeezing your breasts as he thrust into you with reckless abandon. Your legs wrapped tightly around his bum, every movement sending waves of glee through your body. With each deep, powerful thrust, you screamed in ecstasy, your nails digging into his back.

As he neared his climax, Madara buried his face in your neck, groaning as he filled you with his hot jizz. He pulled out and released himself on your stomach with a guttural grunt.

You collapsed onto the table, completely spent and covered in sweat and cum. A satisfied smile crossed your face as you panted for breath. "That was quite the examination, Doctor Uchiha," you purred.

You grinned at him, still breathless from the intensity of it all. "Well, I suppose that was… thorough," He playfully provoked you, wiping the sweat from your brow. Madara smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "I’m nothing if not dedicated to my health," he replied, his tone playful. You laughed, shaking your head. "I'll make sure to add it to your medical record: highly recommended treatment."

He leaned over you, licking your lips and causing shivers to run down your spine. "It was my pleasure," he replied, smirking. 

"I was blown away by it," you murmured as you sat up and traced your fingers along his face. "Do you always fuck like that?"

"In response to your question, yes, I am insatiable in bed. I haven't fucked in four agonizing days. If I seemed harsh with you, filthy medico, it was due to the pent-up frustration I was experiencing."

"No, I like it a lot." You traced your fingers along his cheek, feeling a surge of lust coursing through you once more. "Perhaps we should meet again," you tempted, your fingers tracing his jaw.

Madara’s eyes glinted with amusement. "Only if you’re as eager next time," he grinned back, both of you still basking in the aftermath of intense passion.

"I am," you confirmed, your lips curving into a smile.

Grinning, he helped you clean up the mess before stealing one last kiss from your swollen lips. The intense chemistry between the two of you was undeniable - this was just the beginning of a wild and passionate affair.

๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑  ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑ ๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑  ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑ ๋ㅤ ࣭  The End๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑  ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑ ๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑  ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑ ๋ㅤ ࣭  

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[mhelheh]

#nishikiryumonth

Day 29: Alternative universe

"Happily ever after"

[carddelpapel]

I return to make fanart of possibly the PEAKEST TADC AU of all time by @burrotello.

Added my own twist on things!

"BRING THAT SHIT POMNI!!!"

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 17　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The room was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on the chest, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick with the scent of incense, though the sticks had long since burned out, leaving only a thin trail of smoke that spiraled upward before dissipating into nothingness. A solitary figure sat at a table, his back straight, shoulders tense. In front of him, a small pile of ashes sat in an ornate, yet impersonal urn. There was no picture, no flowers, no mementos—just ashes and silence.

He sat there, hands clenched tightly in his lap, the fabric of his black suit pulling slightly at the seams. The suit was new, stiff and uncomfortable, bought for this occasion, though the occasion itself felt more like an insult than a tribute. The absence of others was palpable; the emptiness of the room spoke louder than any eulogy could have. This was supposed to be a funeral, but it felt more like a mockery—a cold, indifferent gesture from a clan that cared so little about the man who had been reduced to ash.

The anger simmered just beneath the surface, bubbling up like magma in a volcano, threatening to erupt at any moment. His jaw clenched, the muscles tensing as he fought to keep his emotions in check. But it was a losing battle. The anger was too strong, too deep-rooted. How could they do this? How could they show such blatant disregard for someone who, despite everything, was still one of them? The man in front of him—his father—had been many things, but he was still blood. And yet, they couldn’t even be bothered to attend his funeral.

The door creaked open behind him, and a figure stepped inside, the sound of footsteps echoing through the empty room. He didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge the presence behind him. He knew who it was before the man even spoke.

“So… this is it, huh?” The voice was casual, almost dismissive, as if commenting on the weather rather than the remains of a family member. “Shame, really. He could have been something, but… well, you know how it is.”

The man standing at the doorway offered a half-hearted sigh, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, before giving a perfunctory nod toward the urn. “He’ll be missed… or whatever.”

The words were empty, devoid of any real sentiment or care. There was no emotion in them, no weight. They were just words—hollow, meaningless. With that, the man turned on his heel and walked out, the door creaking shut behind him.

The silence returned, heavier now, suffocating. The figure seated at the table slowly stood, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. His breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as he fought to contain the storm raging inside him. But no tears fell. There were no tears left for this. Just anger—pure, unadulterated anger.

He stared at the urn for a moment longer, the anger building until it was nearly unbearable. And then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the empty funeral parlor, leaving the ashes—and the indifference of his clan—behind.

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The office was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. The heavy scent of tobacco hung in the air, mingling with the sterile scent of old paper and polished wood. Nanami sat behind his desk, his hands clasped together, eyes fixed on the man lounging across from him. Gojo, as usual, was anything but professional. He was tipped back in his chair, legs casually propped up on the desk, his thick sunglasses completely obscuring his eyes. A cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, the smoke curling upward in thin wisps.

Nanami’s jaw clenched slightly at the sight, but he held his tongue. He knew there was no point in telling Gojo to sit properly. It would just lead to another pointless argument, and Nanami didn’t have the energy for that. Not today. He had more important matters to discuss, and Gojo’s antics, as irritating as they were, weren’t going to distract him.

“I’m going to ask you about some information I’ve found,” Nanami began, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of tension, “And I need the truth from you, Gojo.”

Gojo flicked down his sunglasses with a single finger, his bright blue eyes locking onto Nanami’s. He stared for a moment, the weight of his gaze almost oppressive, before he shrugged lightly. “Sure, whatever,” he said, his tone as nonchalant as ever.

Nanami resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. He needed to keep his composure, needed to stay focused. “What do you know about Q.N.?” he asked, his tone direct, cutting through the thick air between them.

Gojo’s expression shifted, the easy smile fading slightly as he leaned back in his chair, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his free hand, clearly weighing his words before he spoke. “I know that Q.N. had a hand in all of this,” he finally admitted, his voice lower, more serious, “They were the one who wanted Sarah to be the vessel for Sukuna. They set up the ritual, made sure everything was in place.”

Nanami’s eyes narrowed slightly. This was more than he had expected Gojo to admit. "Anything else?" He pressed.

Gojo’s jaw tightened, his hand dropping from his face. “My mother was the only one who defended me from Q.N. when I took Sarah in after the ritual," he said quietly, "When I kept her locked away, sedated with whatever I could get, I was trying to figure out what the hell to do next. No one else in the clan gave a shit. They were all too busy fighting their own battles, playing their own games and trying to take her from me.”

Nanami took a deep breath, considering his next words carefully. “I’ve found some information that will likely upset you,” he said slowly, watching Gojo’s reaction.

Gojo sat up slightly, his casual demeanor slipping as he focused on Nanami. “What is it?” he asked, his voice tense.

Nanami leaned forward, his eyes serious. “With the information we found in Malaysia, along with everything Sarah uncovered over the years, and the intel from the art auction and one of Tenjiku’s informants… I’ve discovered that Q.N. is a Gojo clan member.”

Gojo’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was no surprise in them. He had suspected as much. But before he could speak, Nanami continued, his voice steady but carrying a weight that made Gojo pause.

“Q.N. stands for Queen of Night.”

Gojo’s hands clenched into fists, the cigarette crumbling between his fingers. “Why are you saying it like that?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous.

Nanami didn’t flinch. “Queen of Night,” he repeated, emphasizing each word, “Does that phrase mean anything to you? Specifically, does it relate to any of the Gojo elders? Someone with a particular affinity for night-blooming cactus plants, perhaps?”

Gojo’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. He shot up from his chair, moving toward the door with a sudden, desperate urgency. “I have to go,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami was on his feet in an instant, blocking Gojo’s path. “You can’t just leave, Gojo,” he said firmly, his hand on Gojo’s chest to stop him, “This information could be enough to end the war. You need to stay and help us figure this out.”

“This is more than just a shitty war!” Gojo snapped, his voice rising as he tried to push past Nanami, “You don’t understand—”

“Then make me understand!” Nanami retorted, his own frustration finally breaking through. “You always do this—running off, doing your own thing, leaving us to clean up the mess. But this time, it’s different. We need to know who Q.N. is, and we need to know now.”

Gojo’s eyes blazed with anger, but there was something else there too—something deeper, more painful. He looked at Nanami for a long moment, the room heavy with tension, before finally, he broke.

“It’s my Mother,” he spat out, the words dripping with bitterness, “Q.N. is my Mother.”

Nanami’s eyes widened, the revelation hitting him like a punch to the gut. He stepped back, giving Gojo space as the implications of what he had just learned settled in.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, his entire body trembling with barely-contained rage. “She’s the one behind all of this,” he said, his voice raw, “She’s the one who orchestrated everything. She bought her... she... she's the one who made Sarah the vessel then tried to... She tried to get rid of her at Tenjiku too... I don't know why I didn't see it...”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the truth pressing down on them both. Nanami stared at Gojo, seeing the pain and anger in his eyes, and for the first time, truly understanding the burden he carried.

“We have to stop her,” Nanami finally said, his voice quiet but resolute, “Whatever it takes, we have to stop her.”

"What the fuck is she trying to do?" Gojo gritted, "Have you figured it out?"

"Not the end goal, no," Nanami said, "We just know the plan with Sarah was to create the blood based drug from her and create curses. Q.N. has been wise and not written down anything more than dates and numbers mostly."

"No convenient manifestos?" Gojo chuckled darkly, his eyes on the floor as he shook his head, "Figures. That sneaky bitch." Gojo looked up at Nanami again and asked, "Did you find out what she was drugging me with?"

Nanami paused. He was taken aback by the straightforward question, assuming Gojo wouldn't have asked. "She was dosing you with a mix of oxycodone and various herbs," Nanami murmured, "It started sometime around 2003."

"Right," Gojo said, his voice tense, "Yeah, that makes sense. That's around when I was getting too close to Sarah."

"Gojo," Nanami started, unsure how to word what he wanted to say, "I am sorry, for what happened to you. I can't imagine how confusing and difficult it must have been to be under the influence so young and without your own knowledge... But I--."

"Yeah," Gojo replied, cutting him off, "I get it. I know. You don't have to say anything."

"No, I should," Nanami said, "I've been very harsh with you about some matters before I learned everything. I still think that you're too unpredictable and have little discipline, but I apologize for how I spoke to you about your past. It's not your fault. What happened back then was out of your control and I apologize for implying it was."

"Thanks..." Gojo said softly, the corner of his lips twitching into a small smile for a moment, "I'm sorry I've had such a hard time with all of this. I'm really trying but--"

"There's no more time for trying," Nanami said, cutting him off with his stern demeanor returning, "We have no more time to try anything. We have to do it and commit to our decisions."

"I need to go find my mother," Gojo said as his fists were clenching again, "Especially before... Anyone else does."

"Who else would have figured this out?" Nanami asked, but Gojo only shook his head.

"Let's just get Suguru," Gojo said, opening the door, "We need to get over to Kyoto and talk to her right now."

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"More," Geto gritted out with his face buried in the crook of Rin's shoulder. The bed beneath them creaked with each heavy thrust, the headboard tapping on the wall.

"That's it darling," he huffed, "No need to be afraid...  More, please?"

Rin whimpered, her eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck her. Deep and languid, he was taking his time to savor every inch of her. He inhaled the scent of her skin, the mix of his cigarettes on her breath with that sickening copper tinge of blood.

"More, huh?" She purred.

"More," he whispered urgently. "More, darling. Please... I need more."

She whined again, her legs locking around his waist. Her nails dug deeper into his back, her moan of pleasure blending with his own moan of pain.

"Good girl," he gasped into her ear, those heavy thrusts getting faster and shallower and sloppier.

Warm blood dripped between her fingers, gliding down his back in streaking beads. The tracks left were raw, still oozing as the air stung on the exposed flesh.

"Mmn! Fuck!" He grunted out his words between breaths, "Fuck, that burns. Dig those nails deeper, baby. Deeper, now. Drag them harder."

His arms wrapped around her tighter. Faster, shakier and desperate. His breath mixed with a hissing growl before he pleaded.

"Can you hurt me some more?"

She huffed, her hips canting up and a foot falling back down into the sheets. Her toes curled as he thrust harder and harder, her nails raking down his back and her head pressing back into the pillow.

Sweat dripped off his chin while be nudged her head up to kiss her. Her nails withdrew from his muscles and he moaned into her open mouth, the sound melting into a breathless chuckle.

"I'm cumming..." he gasped out, "Nn! Baby, I'm-- I'm cumming!"

He panted, his open mouth against hers and his ears buzzing. She squirmed beneath him, his seed seeping out through their connection.

"Just one more, hmm? Help me get there?" He whispered, gently placing his forehead to hers.

Rin's eyes were sparkling, eager for another. She grinned at him, the stain of his blood still on her teeth. "Now where?" She mumbled, wetting her lips with her tongue.

"Throat p-please," he mumbled out, his voice strained "Choke me, darling. Dig your nails into my-- my--mmnn!! Yeah! R-right there, right there—"

Rin's nails dug in when her fingers curled around his throat, the thin skin breaking easily. The sun peaking through the blinds reflected off the shiny tracks down his cheeks, the tears of pain rolling freely and mixing with the fresh blood from his neck. He coughed and choked out a moan as she squeezed tighter, his cock hardening again in her cunt. His thin eyes were barely cracked open, his pale skin flushing red.

"F-fuh-uck!" He gasped, his nose pressing into her cheek as his hips slowly surged forward. His legs trembled before she released her hold and he inhaled deeply.

"Again... Again!" He pleaded, pressing his mouth sloppily to hers, panting too hard to seal their lips. His tongue hung loosely in her mouth and his breath hitched when her fingers wrapped around again.

The veins in his neck popped out from the exertion and he choked again. Her nails sliced new red crescents into his skin

"Agh—" he coughed out, "It-- It h-hurts— Aah!!"

"That's what you wanted," she said with a grin, his eyes rolling back, "You asked, you got it slut."

Her words were... Wrong... Not something she would say. His eyes shot open, refocusing. Not Rin... Not her... No wonder it didn't hurt right. No wonder she wasn't crying those sweet tears... Instead Boe smirked at him, her tongue caught between her teeth in a gleeful smirk.

He sighed, and buried his face into her shoulder, kissing her neck. She shuddered as his sharp canines broke skin and found blood.

"My turn," he mumbled, "Sit still for me..."

The door burst open and Geto barely slowed his thrusts, lifting his head to look blearily at the intruders. He barely registered Gojo's white hair before he heard the dark chuckle from his best friend's lips.

"Oh shit, so you just fuck anyone huh?" He said, not to Geto but to Boe.

Boe shrugged, running her fingertips down the deep scratches down Geto's back, "So what? You mad?"

"Bitch, I don't give a--"

"Can I-- nn! Can I have a minute please?" Geto huffed as he sat up. He clicked his tongue, looking down in disgust at Boe before he said, "... The moment was ruined anyway."

"Not my fault," she shrugged as she rolled onto her front to reach for the cigarettes on the end table, "I don't know what kind of shit she used to say to you."

Nanami peeked over his shoulder, still facing away in the doorway. Geto's eyes flicked over to the blond for a moment, an uncomfortable tension building between them for a beat before Gojo plopped down on the bed and lit a cigarette off of Boe's.

"We gotta go see my mom," Gojo grumbled, "Turns out her ass is Q.N., can you believe that?"

Boe and Geto shared a look this time before Geto shifted to get out of bed. He politely laid the sheet over Boe's naked body before he got up to get dressed. The cuts on his neck and back slowly faded as the reverse cursed energy kicked in, but he still grabbed a towel to wipe the excess blood off with a towel hanging off the dresser.

"So... Nothin'?" Gojo asked, "Nothin' to say about that or--"

"I'm thinking, Satoru." Geto snapped.

Gojo blinked, surprised by his outburst. Geto immediately ran a hand through his hair before he looked back and smiled at Satoru, "I'm sorry. Just the blue balls talking..."

"My bad man," Gojo said with a smirk, "Want us to leave?"

"Fuck that," Boe laughed, "Moods gone already." She slipped her top on then playfully nudged Gojo's chin with her fist, "Unless you both--"

"Boe."

"Or all threeee?" Her grin widened as Nanami tried to interject, laughing as he turned away with an angry grunt. The uncomfortable silence was filled with the shifting of clothes as Geto and Boe dressed.

On her way out, she walked up to him and stood on her toes to whisper. "Be careful. Don't let them know the plan, hmm?"

Geto watched her leave, scowling as she brushed her hand down Nanami's thigh with a laugh. Nanami cleared his throat, stepping into the room once she was gone. "That girl is dangerous," he mumbled, "What was she up to?"

"Nothing important," Geto said, smiling as he pulled on a blazer over his red silk shirt, "Now, what was it you two needed? What kind of fun are we up to today?"

Gojo, for once, didn’t have a witty retort. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, revealing eyes that were stormy with unresolved emotions. He said, "We need to see my mother. Now."

Geto frowned, sensing something deeper beneath Gojo's terse words. "Why the rush?" He asked, "What's happening?"

Gojo’s eyes flickered with something close to desperation. "We need to get to her before anyone else does," he said, wringing his hands.

Nanami glanced at Gojo, his own expression carefully neutral, though there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "You’ve said that before, Gojo. What aren’t you telling us?" He asked.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, but the anxiety in his movements was unmistakable. "I promise, I’ll tell you everything once I get the details myself," he said, "But right now, we need to move. There’s no time to waste."

Geto studied Gojo for a long moment, trying to read the emotions hidden behind his friend’s usually impenetrable mask. But whatever he saw there was enough to convince him. He nodded, slipping his feet into his shoes by the door. "Alright. Let’s go."

The three of them moved quickly, their footsteps echoing down the corridor as they made their way out. But as they reached the entrance, they came to a sudden stop. Standing in the way, was Megumi Zen'in. His eyes were dark, almost black, filled with a murderous intent that made the three older men pause.

Gojo’s expression shifted to a glare, but there was a hint of something softer, something almost pained in his gaze. "Move aside, Megumi," he said coldly, "I really don’t want to have to kill a kid today."

Megumi didn’t move. He just stared at them, his face contorted in a mix of rage and despair. Nanami, sensing the volatility of the situation, spoke up, his voice calm but firm, "Megumi, if you need to talk to Itadori—"

"Shut up!" Megumi's shout was like a thunderclap, silencing everything around them. His hands were shaking, and as he shouted, a small plastic baggie slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

The sight of the baggie sent a shockwave through the three older men. It wasn’t just any baggie. It was filled with a fine, dark powder—cursed energy residue. The implications were immediate and terrifying.

Before they could react, Megumi's cursed technique surged out of control. Shadow creatures erupted from the darkness, twisting and writhing like nightmares given form. The air crackled with cursed energy, and the world around them was swallowed by darkness.

"Shit!" Gojo swore, immediately activating his Infinity as the shadows surged toward them. He didn’t want to hurt Megumi, but the power pouring out of the boy was overwhelming, a force of nature that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Geto and Nanami were quick to follow suit, their own techniques flaring to life. Geto summoned curses to counter the shadow creatures, while Nanami used his ratio technique to strike with precision, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill.

But Megumi was relentless. His anger and pain fueled his cursed technique as the drug made it wild and uncontrollable. The shadows moved like a living thing, coiling and striking with lethal intent. The battle was fierce, the older men struggling to keep up with the onslaught while trying not to seriously injure Megumi.

Gojo’s usual smirk was gone, replaced by a look of grim determination. He could see the pain in Megumi’s eyes, the darkness that had taken hold of him, and it twisted something deep inside him. But there was no time to dwell on it. They had to stop him before he tore himself apart.

With a sudden burst of energy, Gojo unleashed a powerful blast of cursed energy, dispersing the shadows around him. "Enough!" he shouted, his voice carrying a command that echoed through the darkness.

The force of Gojo's attack momentarily stunned Megumi, giving Nanami the opening he needed. With a precise strike, he aimed for a pressure point, knocking Megumi out cold.

The shadows dissipated immediately, the cursed energy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. The air was thick with the aftermath of battle, the ground littered with the remnants of shadow creatures.

The three men gathered around Megumi’s unconscious form, their breaths heavy with exertion. Nanami knelt down, checking Megumi’s pulse with a practiced hand. Relief washed over him as he found it steady, though faint.

“He’s alive,” Nanami confirmed, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He looked up at Gojo, who was staring down at Megumi with an unreadable expression.

The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating. The hallway seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension. Geto broke the silence with a statement that sent a chill through the room.

"We should kill him," he said, his voice calm, almost too calm, as if he were suggesting something as mundane as what to have for dinner.

Gojo’s brows furrowed, his gaze snapping to Geto. He stared at his friend, trying to understand what he had just heard. There was confusion in his eyes, but more than that, there was a deep sense of betrayal. "What the hell are you saying, Suguru?" He asked, his voice hushed.

Nanami, however, reacted immediately, his expression hardening with disbelief. "No. Absolutely not." He said, His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. "Megumi is a child, barely more than sixteen years old," he said, "He’s hardly to blame for the actions of his elders. His death would be no better than Toji killing Fumiya."

Geto didn’t flinch at Nanami’s words. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were cold, almost calculating as he explained his reasoning. "It’s necessary," he explained calmly, "If we want to end this war, we have to strike a blow that will make the Zen'in hesitate, make them reconsider their actions. Megumi is likely their strongest asset, their greatest hope for the future. Removing him would force them to back off."

Nanami shook his head, his anger barely contained. "He’s a child, Suguru!" He nearly shouted, "This isn’t a war against children. What kind of message does that send? How does killing him benefit anyone?"

Geto’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression unyielding. "He’s a child who came here to kill, Nanami," he continued, "He was ready to take our lives and took that drug to have the power to do it. You saw it yourself—his cursed technique was out of control. If we let him go, who’s to say he won’t come back stronger, more dangerous? And next time, we might not be able to stop him."

Nanami stared at Geto, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. There was something different in Geto’s eyes, something darker, more resolute. The man who had once been his comrade, someone he trusted implicitly despite their differences, now seemed like a stranger. There had always been tension between them, ideological differences that they often butted heads over, but this…this was something else. A deep-seated hatred that Nanami didn’t recognize, something that made his blood run cold.

"Under no circumstances should Megumi be killed," Nanami said again, his voice low and dangerous, "We are not executioners. We’re supposed to be protectors."

Geto’s expression didn’t change. "And I’m saying this as a protector," he said, "Sometimes, to protect the greater good, sacrifices must be made."

Before the argument could escalate further, Gojo intervened, picking up Megumi’s unconscious form with ease. "Fuck this," he said, his tone brokering no argument, "We’re not killing him. We’ll keep him captive. That should solve the problem for now."

The decision made, Gojo carried Megumi out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he descended to the basement level. The tension in the room didn’t dissipate with his departure; if anything, it grew thicker, heavier.

Geto and Nanami were left alone, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Nanami’s deep scowl clashed with Geto’s easy, almost mocking smile. The air between them was charged, a battle of wills playing out in the space of a few heartbeats.

Nanami knew something was wrong. The Geto he knew would never have suggested killing a child, no matter the circumstances. But the man standing before him now was different, changed in ways Nanami couldn’t yet understand. There was a darkness in his eyes, a bitterness that Nanami had never seen before. It made him wary, made him question everything he thought he knew about his comrade.

Even when Gojo returned, urging them to leave quickly, Nanami couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. His better judgment screamed at him to confront Geto, to demand answers, but he ignored it, choosing instead to trust in the bond they had shared for so long.

As they left the building, the air was thick with tension and uncertainty. Nanami’s mind was filled with questions, doubts gnawing at him, but he kept them to himself. There would be time for answers later, he told himself.

Geto trailed behind ever so slightly. The tension from their earlier exchange lingered in the air like a dense fog, but he moved with an unsettling calm, as if nothing had transpired. His hand slipped into his pocket, fingers brushing over the cool surface of his phone. With practiced ease, he pulled it out and quickly typed a message, his thumb flying over the screen with a precision that spoke of familiarity. The dark grin that curled his lips was brief, quickly hidden away as he hit send and pocketed the device again.

Neither Gojo nor Nanami seemed to notice, their attention focused elsewhere—Gojo, lost in thought, likely contemplating the implications of what they’d just witnessed, and Nanami, still fuming silently over their earlier conversation. Geto caught up to them easily, his face a mask of serene indifference, but for a fleeting moment, there was a glint in his eyes, something cruel and sharp that flickered and then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

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A faint beep interrupted the silence in a dimly lit bedroom. A phone screen illuminated, casting a pale blue glow over the face of the man slouched in bed. He was sprawled lazily across the mattress, an expression of boredom etched into his features. But as the text pinged on his phone, his eyes flickered with interest, and a wicked grin began to creep across his lips. The boredom evaporated in an instant, replaced by something far darker, more menacing.

He straightened up, a low chuckle bubbling up from his throat. It was a sound filled with malice, a dark giggle that reverberated in the quiet room. The message on his phone was short, but it was enough. Enough to stir the twisted satisfaction that lay coiled within him.

His fingers danced across the screen in reply, his smile growing wider with each tap. The anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through him, and he could hardly contain his excitement. The time for boredom had passed; now there was only the thrill of the game, the pleasure of playing his part in the grand scheme that was unfolding.

With a final tap, he sent his reply and got up from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. That dark giggle escaped his lips once more as he grabbed his jacket, pulling it on with a flourish. There was a gleam in his eyes, a glint of something dangerously unhinged, as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, glancing back at the room as if savoring the last vestiges of the quiet before the storm.

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him as he stepped out into the hall, that wicked smile never leaving his face. The game was on, and Hakari was more than ready to play his part.

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[ryoma-rh]

Oh mee faart my back hurts, i drew this Yakuza AU kazumaji for 5 hours straight

Should i.. make a fanfic out of it.. like.. *twirls hair* 👅 vvv more info :

all of the characters are based off their tattoo. wait no not only tattoos. Some of them are naturally mythology creatures, like Kiryu as a dragon and Majima as a oni/hannya idk with a snake. Although its based/inspired off the like a dragon ishin, since it varies waaaaayyy back in the old centuries.. im a big sucker for Mythology creatures and just imagine this Au as everyone literally based off of myths and stuffs. Theres more stuff that dont wanna explain, my body hurts

[nikkolf]

i forgot to post this

[iamumbra195]

When you're trying to write an AU where the main characters are not good people but there's that one annoying character who is practically a saint and you can't make them a bad person without turning them into an unrecognizable mess:

[vanillainwater]

Realize I never gave the fullbody sketch for cyberpunk majima. So, here it is.

[pinkykats-place]

Omega Bakugo x Alpha Midoriya AUs

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

BakuDeku

No Quirks au

OmegaVerse

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content. Read tags.

Art work by @ ox_hchicbee.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

How to lose an alpha in 10 days by Mikacrispy

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki bets with his friends that he can drive any alpha away in less than 10 days by making the mistakes every omega does in new relationships. He plans to write an article about it for the magazine he works for and get a promotion out of it. Too bad the alpha he chose for this experiment isn't going along with his plans.

Shamelessly How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days inspired.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Elevator Music by KaterinaRiley

Summary: In which there isn't actually any music in the elevator…not unless you count the litany of moans.

— — —

The alpha prime suddenly shoves him away.

“You’re in heat!” he gasps, eyes wide. “Why are you—you shouldn’t be here!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” Katsuki replies on autopilot, but his voice is too breathless for his usual snarl to accompany the words. “Omegas can do anything we want to.”

“Of course, you can!”

And oh. Oh, fuck, the alpha prime is being genuine.

He genuinely believes that omegas can do anything they want to.

Katsuki wants nothing more than to strip and pin him, show him all the things he can do.

One Shot | Contains Smut

DON’T IGNORE ME by Shelobs_web

Summary: Katsuki had been eyeing up the voluntary librarian for a while now. What happens when he finally makes his move and is completely ignored?

One Shot | SFW

A Little Rain to Calm the Raging Fire by MJBunnyLuv

Summary: At 26 years old, it's becoming increasingly difficult for Katsuki to find a mate. His past decade had been spent at a boarding house, and it was always something with these alphas...his scent was too strong and bitter for an omega, his attitude was shit, he's too loud, too muscular, too old. Tch, they're just weak ass extras, not worth his time. That is, until a donated sweatshirt with the most calming and delicious scent helps him through an intense heat and he secretly hopes the mystery alpha will claim him.

Incomplete | 23/? Chapters | NSFW

Last Updated 2023

Katsuki Wants a Pool Boy by kyramidoriya

Summary: Househusband Katsuki hates his life. His husband is horrible, he's lonely, and for fucks sake he just wants to get knotted. Que his scheme to find a nice, big, alpha pool boy to help him out.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Make love with me, Kacchan by JoonEleven

Summary: Katsuki was excited. He had finally found a cheap apartment complex that wasn't in a shady neighbourhood and his neighbours were great. That was until Midoriya Izuku moved in and seemed to fuck a new person every night. Katsuki was the only one who seemed to be upset about it because Izuku being an alpha meant people were too scared to fight back.

But Katsuki wasn't a scaredy-cat. He needed his beauty sleep! So, when Katsuki had enough and tried to tell the damn alpha to keep it down, he finally saw what he actually looked like.

And, wow, was this the worst time ever? Izuku was starting his rut.

And he had just found the perfect partner to spend it with.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Under Lock & Key by okakachan

Summary: “I don’t know!” He jerks his legs up to pull them into his chest, rocking back against the arm of the couch. “I just—I want to be...submissive, sometimes, it’s—I don't know. It’s not a big deal, just something I think about sometimes.”

“Katsuki,” Izuku says in a sigh. “Honey. That’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“But it’s not how I am,” Katsuki says, muffled into his knees.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Grateful Destiny by just_a_reader_of_things

Summary: After he presents as an omega, Bakugo Katsuki's mother and sire offers him to the barbarian king, Midoriya Izuku, in return for protection and knowledge that she hopes will aid her failing kingdom. Katsuki is worried about his union with the stranger until they lock eyes at the altar.

{One Shot}

Royalty AU | Contains Smut

Ordinary World by Tenkku

Summary: A dark story with a happy ending! Known as the Alpha Slayer, Bakugo is the most feared omega in the land until the Empire defeats his clan and way of life. He is saved by Alpha Izuku, a general in the Empire army, and taken to Izuku's villa. But Bakugo refuses to submit and hates all alphas, including the dynamics and the harsh mistreatment of omegas. Izuku respects all omegas and runs a different household than most alphas and wants Bakugo to join him. But Bakugo has suffered from years of sexual abuse for being an omega and cannot be touched by an alpha without going berserk. Izuku wants to win Bakugo's trust and help to heal the past traumas by showing Bakugo that not all alphas are terrible. Bakugo wants to remain untouched, unmarried, unbonded, and childless.

But when the Emperor wants to make Bakugo his omega, Izuku has to find a way to make Bakugo marry him to keep him safe. They will have to travel back to Izuku's homeland where a new growing threat is making its presence known, and they may or may not have help from the Empire. Izuku and Bakugo will fight side by side and face many challenges and dangers that will test their partnership. Can Bakugo ever accept Izuku as his alpha?

Complete | 27 Chapters

Historical AU | Contains Smut

The Boyfriend Theorem by imnotpoppunk

Summary: Katsuki is the first omega to ever play for the UA University men's hockey team. He's just not sure how much more he can take before he cracks under the pressure of it all.

Izuku is an alpha grad student working on his PhD in philosophy. He's also working on keeping himself convinced that it's his one true passion in life.

A tutoring session leads to a white lie to save face and after that things get more complicated than either of them had intended.

Complete | 23 Chapters

College AU | Contains Smut

i'm yours and you're mine by SpicyJam

Summary: "Deku. Just face it. You're not getting rid of me from now until the end of ever."

Katsuki circles his arms stubbornly around Izuku's shoulders and hugs him as tight as he can. "So you better just get used to the idea of being my alpha for the rest of your life, 'cause I'm not letting you go."

Izuku's heart picks up beneath his chest, and Katsuki knows his own is doing the same. He's not usually the one for sappy words like that, but he meant it.

A gentle touch pats against the back of his head as Izuku easily hums his agreement.

"Of course, Kacchan. For the rest of our lives."

And there's nothing anyone else can say to change that fact.

---

Or, they didn't really need an arranged marriage to get together.

Complete | 2 Chapters

Yakuza AU | Contains Smut

Older Deku x Younger Baku

[opalfur]

gilded promise nishiki says "happy maid day", but begrudgingly

[lesyarei7]

🆃🅸🅼🅸🅳 🆄🆁🅶🅴

WARNING OF NSFW CONTENT ─ 🔞mdni, oral sex. Same on 🔗AO3

Madara x FemReader, Modern AU, 2357 words. 

🔗Request 8

By 🔗lesyarei7 - Oct 1, 2024 🆃🅸🅼🅸🅳 🆄🆁🅶🅴

At just 27 years old, you were already a successful and driven woman. Your gym was not only your business but also your passion. As a fitness trainer, you dedicate yourself to helping others become their best selves and take care of their shapes. One day, while working out at the gym, you caught the attention of Madara, a 31-year-old man who frequently visited the gym after long days as a Chief Executive Officer. Despite his demanding schedule, he consistently prioritized his physical health. One day, while assisting a client in perfecting their form on the weight machines, you caught a glimpse of Madara in the mirror — a strikingly handsome man who radiated an aura of power and success. You couldn't help but notice his intense gaze as he worked out, his muscles rippling beneath his taut skin. Gradually, Madara began to trail you, attracted by your strong demeanor and fierce independence that mirrored his own. As a man who valued a woman who knew what she wanted, he captivated himself by your presence. Together, you formed a formidable pair, both driven by ambition and subsisting on a devotion to each other and your goals.

---

It has been a whirlwind two months since you began dating, enjoying movie outings, and engaging in various activities that bring you joy. However, there is one thing missing: you still haven't had sex with Madara. It's not that you don't want to; your shy nature has prevented you from discussing it with Madara. Eventually, he will know when the time is right; Madara never pressured you into intimacy or forced you into anything. He was content to let your relationship develop naturally. You would hold hands, share secret kisses, and enjoy laughter without pressure or expectations. On this particular day, at a party celebrating his friend's birthday, you decide to have a few drinks to calm your nerves. The warm liquid glides down your throat, creating a pleasant tingling sensation and making you feel more at ease in Madara's presence. The dim glow of the lights and the gentle hum of conversation envelop you as you immerse yourself in the moment with him, feeling grateful for the love and patience he has shown you. Madara escorted you to your apartment and ensured you entered safely. Passion surged as you stood at your door, pulling him in for a kiss. He responded eagerly, his strong hands gripping your waist as he explored your curves with longing. His restraint wavered, but he skillfully kept his desires in check. After a moment, he gathered himself and pulled away.   "Wait, Y/N," Madara said, gently grasping your hand to halt your steps. You both paused for a split second, catching your breath after the intense kiss you had shared. "Huh," you hiccuped, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing. "You don't want me?" Your voice was timid and hesitant as you expressed your insecurities. Madara shook his head, his eyes softening as he reassured you. "No, Y/N. I want you, but not in this state, honey." His words were tender and filled with understanding. "I love it when women are self-conscious during sex," he admitted with a small smile. "It allows them to let go and be uninhibited with me, just as I want to be with you. It adds an extra layer of excitement and anticipation for both parties involved." The sincerity in his tone made your heart flutter, and any doubts or fears melted away in that moment. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. Madara's confession sent a thrill down your spine as you imagined how uninhibited he could be in bed. You were taken aback by his statement. "Wow... Madara, you're always so considerate. I appreciate that." While he smiled, you blew him a kiss on the cheek. "Get some rest, Y/N. I hope you won't have a massive hangover tomorrow." He chuckled and stepped into the elevator, disappearing from view.

Bedroom

Respite in the chaise, your mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts. The conversation with Madara replayed incessantly, leaving you feeling anxious and uncertain. Was he expecting more from you? Did you project the wrong impression with your confident demeanor? He knows you only as a successful businesswoman, but what about the other facets of your identity? What if you fail to meet his expectations and end up jeopardizing everything? You felt foolish for entertaining these doubts, but your previous relationship ended due to your timidity. Are you destined to repeat the same mistakes? You felt torn between two opposing forces — desire pulling you forward, fear holding you back. --- After two weeks of being constantly on the go and only seeing each other twice a week, the long-awaited day had finally arrived. The anticipation had been building, and you couldn't help but miss Madara's presence. Ultimately, you decided to take your relationship to the next level. You mustered the courage to text him and express your wish for this new step. After discussing it, you chose a luxurious hotel room with a stunning city view and an inviting pool. It was the perfect setting to calm your racing thoughts and connect intimately for the first time.

As you and Madara entered the bedroom, an electric current seemed to surge through your bones. His strong arms enveloped you from behind, his chin resting gently on your shoulder. His lips brushed your neck, sending ripples of heat through your skin. "Y/N..." His voice was soft and almost pleading as he breathed your name. "You're so nervous... we don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Despite his reassurance, you couldn't shake the tension and shyness that enveloped you at this second. You mumbled a response, "N- No...I...just... I'm always so timid when it comes to this..." Your words trailed off as his breath ghosted over your ear, sending a flush of warmth through you. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and craving as you both stood there, caught in a twinkle of indecision.   "Mm?" Madara's dark eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement as he looked at you, his arms encircling your waist. "So you're the shy one in bed, huh?" he asked, turning your face to meet his gaze. His touch was electrifying, sending tingles down your spine. "I thought you didn't enjoy it," you muttered, recalling his earlier comments about wanting girls to be more open with him. But before you could elaborate, he pressed his finger to your lips, silencing your thoughts. The warmth of his trunk against yours and the intensity of his gaze made it difficult for you to form coherent sentences. As he pulled you closer, all doubts and reservations melted away in the heat of the moment.

"Honey, I am drawn to you in ways I cannot ignore. Why should I deny the complexities that constitute your being? Who are you if others treat you that way? A thing? You may fear that you do not hold a candle to my expectations, but let me assure you, Y/N, that you do not need to meet anyone else's standards. You are enough just as you are." The balmy timbre of his voice and the gentle movements of his hands on your skin send flits down your spine. He knows how to help you relax, allowing you to let go of any doubts or insecurities. "Will you trust me, Y/N?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. Your body responds instinctively, melting into his touch as he whispers sweet words and offers tender caresses. He is adept at reading your body and understanding what it needs. Madara's fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin, calming you with their gentle touch. "And on top of that," he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear, "I can help you de-stress if you let me... Will you, Y/N?" The soothing balm of his words eases your tension and anxiety.

Heat crept across your cheeks as you softly whispered his name, closing your eyes. "Madara... I want to experience everything you can do to me," you murmured, your voice filled with longing. A slow grin spread across his face as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed. You wore a sheer lavender nightdress, the remnants of your recent shower still lingering on your skin. Beneath it, you were completely bare and vulnerable to his touch. The anticipation of what was to come sent shivers across your rind and made your heart race. As you lay in the rack, entwined in each other's embrace for the first time, the dim light from the city below cast mild shadows on your skin. As you explored each other's bodies with eager hands and tender kisses, you heard the sounds of the bustling street drifting through the open window. You had both longed for this moment, and it exceeded your expectations. Madara's fingers slipped beneath the delicate fabric of your dress, tracing along your smooth thighs as he lifted it just enough to reveal them. You couldn't help but bite down on your palm, attempting to suppress the shudder that coursed through your skeleton at his touch. "Y/N, look at me," Madara commanded, his voice low and seductive. You slowly opened your eyes, locking gazes with him as he continued to explore your exposed skin. "I love watching the range of emotions on your face when I make you feel good. Don't hide it from me, my dear," he purred, his dark eyes filled with hunger and adoration. "I  will try not to," you tattled back, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated under his intense gaze. "I'm sorry..." He flashed a smile as he leaned over you, his lips pressing against yours with urgency. His hands lifted your nightgown, and one hand slid down your inner thigh, eliciting gasps and groans from you. His touch sent a wave of excitement through you, drawing a breathless puff from your lips. You instinctively wrapped your arms around Madara's neck, attempting to relax and surrender to him. "Are you okay?" Taking care to move slowly, he asked. "I want to taste you. Can I do that, Y/N?" His gaze was intense. You could only nod, your voice lost to the rising tension. As he wanted to ensure your comfort, he gently lifted your dress higher without completely taking it off. Madara gazed down at your coy expression with affection before moving lower and parting your thighs for better access. His warm breath caresses your labia, prompting you to turn your head and take a deep breath. His tongue grazed over your most sensitive parts, you can't help but pant and grip the sheets tightly. "Ah..." you let out a placid moan, struggling to hold back. Madara gazes at you with admiration. "You taste incredible." His words make you blush, yet you find it impossible to resist the pleasure he brings. He continues, "Your body excites me, Y/N. Your scent is intoxicating." Madara declared with thirst. "Mmm..." You bite your lip as your shape writhes on the crib, approaching climax. Without needing to say a word, Madara notices your physical response and maintains his pace, delivering incredible satisfaction. Your anatomy trembles and your legs quiver as waves of pleasure wash over you. Heaving for breath and glistening with sweat, it takes a moment for you to realize that your nightgown has been pulled down and that your hands were unconsciously caressing your breasts as Madara performed oral sex on you moments ago. The realization brings a tinge of embarrassment, but it quickly dissipates as you revel in the afterglow of euphoria. He gave a sly smile. "Did I make you lose your shyness, Y/N?" he teased. "It’s incredibly arousing to witness you like this." Your hands instinctively covered your chest as you realized what had just happened. "Oh my God..." You stammered, trying to catch your breath. "That was... you're so talented...that was incredible," You glanced at him, then quickly looked away, still struggling to regain your composure.

"I'm sure you do," he sneered. "You look irresistible right now." He grabbed your hands and gently moved them away from your breasts. Madara ran his fingers over your full chest, tracing the outline of your hard nipples, causing a surge of pleasure that made your frame squirm on the cot, craving more. "Ah..." You groaned, unable to resist any longer. "Do whatever you want to me... I'm ready, Madara..." Upon getting on top of you, he completely removed your nightgown and kissed you. He eased himself inside you, deliciously filling you. A soft mewl escaped your lips as you both found a rhythm, every movement deepening the connection between you. You clung to him, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. With every touch, you felt your tension melting away, his patience giving you the courage to explore your urges without fear or hesitation.

Madara growled in pleasure as he surrendered to the euphoria of your body's entwined, matching your every movement with unrestrained desire. "You feel amazing, Y/N," he murmured breathlessly. His hands run over every inch of your physique as if trying to imprint the sensation forever in his mind. It was a moment of pure delight. One that neither of you would soon forget.

You lay in a cot beside him, gazing at his peaceful face and whispering, "Thank you... It was wonderful, Madara. Thank you for being so patient with me. I promise to make you feel just as good." He smiled at you contentedly. "Babe, don’t hold back. Sex is best when you're a little selfish...so let go. Don't be afraid to be selfish in our future encounters." "I'll try my best, Madara. I love you." You hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of peace in his arms. "Thank you for making me feel so good." He gently kissed the top of your head, and you felt grateful to have found someone who accepted you for who you are and encouraged you to step out of your comfort zone without judgment or pressure.

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Ayano Aishi Headcanons!! (Not Yandere Au)

The eldest daughter of Ryoba and Togo.

She has a younger brother. They both get along considerably well, despite their different tastes.

Good bonds with her mother and father, just a little afraid to share things that happen in her life with them (and when she does tell, it is to Togo, who is a terrible adviser by nature).

Ace Lesbian.

She has social phobia and autism.

This means that in this Au she feels emotions, but has trouble recognizing other people's and her own.

Very similar to her father (both in manner and taste).

Practically canon (see her room), but a big fan of otaku culture and anime games.

She has a fixation with magical girls and saves money to buy figures and other otaku stuff.

Heavy user of Discord—oops, Yancord. She has several online friends there and loves to play with them.

Very jealous and does NOT know how to hide it.

She can play guitar (Togo taught her).

She has dark circles under her eyes from sleeping late.

She would like to join the gaming club, but lacks a little courage (she joins eventually with Taeko's help).

She likes occult, but doesn't know if she would join the club or something.

She has difficulty making friends. Often starts conversations by asking for people's Yancord users.

Ayano: Uh... S-so, what is your Yancord user?

Taeko: Wut–

She fell in love at first sight with her senpai and thought she would never be able to talk to her. She tried very hard to befriend Osana and make her understand her feelings.

She confessed to Senpai after that.

She is terrible at showing feelings (just like her father, but nicer about it).

She was the first person to know that Senpai is a trans woman.

Ayano: I have something serious to talk to you about, senpai. I-I think I like girls.

Taeko, in a female wig: And I think I am a girl.

Ayano: Oh. I-I didn't see that coming.

Taeko: Me neither.

Extremely supportive.

She likes cats and gets one eventually.

She loved listening to horror stories told by her parents (mostly Ryoba) before bedtime. This made her a big horror fan.

Ryoba tries to get her as far away from her uncle in the Yakuza as possible at his own request. However, the delinquents and Osoro know about this (and that she has an ex-delinquent father) and are good friends with her.

But she always refuses to join their group, because Ayano wants to look presentable for her senpai and is not good at physical fighting.

Even if she is very fond of martial arts.

Budo is a close friend and thinks she shouldn't hang out with the delinquents so much.

Ayano has contacted her Yakuza uncle a few times. The first time she was just a child, and to fulfill a challenge that some naughty children gave her, she contacted her uncle by seeing his number in a little notebook in her parents' bedroom.

Young Ayano: I need some bang snaps.

Yakuza: sigh. Look, Ayano. We don't work with that kind of thing around here.

Young Ayano: But mom said that uncle works with dangerous things!

The second time, she asked her uncle for illegal things to complete the delinquents tasks. He refused, so she tried to get it at school.

The third time, Ayano contacted him again and begged him to help Taeko get illegal feminizing hormone therapy. She said she would pay him as much as he wanted, but Yakuza just gave in to the request and, saying it was the only deal he would do for her, provided illegal hormones totally for free.

Ryoba finds out about this and starts a way to get HRT legally for Taeko with correct prescription and everything. Ayano is relieved.

Ayano uses the delinquents to protect Taeko from the bullies.

But she keeps running away from them every time they even remotely touch the subject of her joining them.

Taeko: You know, I don't mind if you go blond.

Ayano: but I do......

She has difficulty with some school subjects, and Taeko always helps her study.

Amai, Osana and Osoro are quite friendly to her. She has had some conversations with Oka (mostly because they both like occult) and they feel related to each other from afar. She feels intimidated by Kizana (for her air of superiority) and Hanako (she dislikes Ayano). Ayano is indifferent about the remains of those who would be her rivals, minus Mida Rana, engaging in a plan to denounce her for her criminal acts around the school.

Ayano finds Info-chan and the proposal they made to her quite strange, especially since Info-chan never revealed their intentions and how they knew about Ayano's crush on Taeko. This instigated Ayano, who tried to get more information about Info-chan by contacting them to befriend Osana (the first “rival” as Info-chan likes to call her), asked her own colleagues and visited the clubs near Info Club, but got no results. Ayano still thinks this is an interesting mystery and knows she is being watched from afar for having managed to date Taeko so easily—even though Info-chan has tried to appear harmless to her, Ayano suspects something more involved in this after Info-chan indirectly encourages her to use aggressive methods in their first conversation. However, Info-chan still remains a complete mystery and deleted their contact from Ayano's cell phone after Ayano started dating Taeko.

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More of that priestess makoto and hannya majima bc i love love love drawing them for some reason