#sakura head tattoo

[triplethreat77]

Session 1 of Sakura Head and a sakura branch (cherry blossoms) complete. I'm so fucking in love - @callibretto killed it once again. My fellow degenerate, horror loving, punk rocker is always a great fucking time. If you can't roast your friends then also sing Rancid songs together - are they really your friends?

[seultied]

✎ ink - l.f

pairing: lesserafim x fem!reader (separately)

synopsis: lesserafim w/ a gf that has tattoo(s)

𓍢ִ໋ miyawaki sakura 宮脇 咲良

sakura is in such awe about your tattoos. the first time she saw one was when you spent the night for the first time. you had on a camisole that didn’t cover much. when she woke up from her position on the couch and some show playing in the back and she could look at was you. as she scanned your body and saw them, it was forever on her mind. if u wear clothes that show them she is so mesmerized by them. she encourages you to show them more because of how beautiful they are. if they have meaning behind them she loves to hear about them. she likes to softly caress them at times, sometimes when she just wakes up and it’s a exposed part, how couldn’t she?

𓍢ִ໋ kim chaewon 김채원

chaewon is so shocked about them. she has a million questions, is it painful? when did you get them? poor girl doesn’t mean to be annoying she’s just so curious! the first time she saw one was when you took a shower and left her waiting in the bedroom, you came out asking for a shirt and she noticed the ink painted by your stomach. she blanks out completely before realizing you were just as lost as she was. did she not want you to have a shirt? “you have a tattoo?” and you just nodded, it wasn’t that serious to you. she traces it gently with her fingertips, ever so gently.

𓍢ִ໋ huh yunjin 허윤진

yunjin found out after she was talking about her own. you had been curious about hers, seen on her instagram you got curious. she flipped it and asked would you ever get any, then dropping the bomb on her you did infact have tattoos. the look on her face was absolutely priceless. the loudest “huh?” came out of her. when she asked you to show her and you did she was wide eyed. it was so pretty she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. whenever your with each other she definitely finds some way to caress, even if it’s through your clothes. other times she will kiss it, if it on your thigh, neck, back, arm, or anywhere, she definitely places small pecks on it.

𓍢ִ໋ nakamura kazuha 中村 一葉

kazuha saw it at the gym. she offered to help you start working out and invited you to one of her sessions. the set you had on a revealing arms and legs wise. she didn’t pay any attention until she was helping you were arms. looking at your posture to make sure you were doing it right, she glanced at your arms and saw it. “you have a tattoo?” you nodded as she watched you flex ure arms. she couldn’t keep her eyes off it, watching sweat glisten it. the way it glowed from it she was so curious. as you washed off, she gently let her fingers graze it as you closed the locker. you smiled gently asking her if she liked it. she responded in a hum as she traced it.

𓍢ִ໋ hong eunchae 홍은채

eunchae actually helped you pick out the tattoo, you had been talking about getting one. you questioned eunchae on her opinion and asked if she could make one. she was so ecstatic to make one for you. she went with you to the process and watched it come to life. she was so obsessed with it after the healing process was over. eunchae loves to see it, whenever you guys are cuddling she loves to graze hand over it. she’s biased with the tattoo because it’s one she choose, she rests her head on that part and just looks, or caressing it.

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: One of Endo's favorite pastimes is flustering Sakura and his cute little girlfriend, but what he hears when going to find you both winds up with him being flustered instead.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Haruka Sakura & Yamato Endo (Wind Breaker)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.2k

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Fem!Reader x Sakura ft. Endo (Hybrid) ⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Voyeurism, male masturbation, descriptions of penetrative sex, spitting, implied bisexual Endo, semi-public sex, praise, degradation.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: This was honestly one of the more fun ones for me. Idk I just like the idea of Endo being in love with Sakura and his partner (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Maybe they knew maybe they didnt, who knows. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! My full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

Endo had wandered around the crowded him in search of Sakura and his cute little girlfriend. Chika was enraptured In a one-sided conversation with Umemiya, having not paid attention to his tattooed counterpart for the last fifteen minutes. Now that their tensions were over for years at this point, Endo and Choka often even found themselves invited to Bofurin reunion parties. One of his favorite pastimes had always been hanging around Sakura. Once they were on “friendly” terms Endo very quickly discovered just how easy Sakira was to fluster and he took advantage of every single moment he could get a rise out of him. He found no greater pleasure than seeing him all red cheeked and angry, his little tsundere.

And then there was you, his cute little girlfriend who was just as easy to rile up. With Sakura gaining more experience with dealing with Endo and the others it was a bit harder to get him to procure that delicious reaction from him. However, a few well placed words and a brush of your hair from your face and Sakura was fuming. Just how he liked him.So off he went in your shared home to go looking for you both, probably tucked in a crowded corner, the two of you not huge fans of the crowded scene.

And that’s when he heard it.

A high-pitched breathy whine, a name falling from someone's lips in the most delectable sound he thinks he’s ever heard.  “Haruka.”

Endo was quick to slide, back flush against the wall next to the door of your shared bedroom. His heart racing in his chest. Were you two…. Here? With all of your friends just a staircase away? Endo could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and the blood rushing to his cock hearing Sakura speak, the sounds that had been so freely falling from your lips now slightly muffled. He presumed he had a hand over your mouth. “I know, kitten, I know. But you have to be quiet, someone might hear.” Sakura’s voice was deep and breathy, in a tone Endo had never heard before.

And it made Endo’s cock throb in desperate need.

Endo closed his eyes, head resting against the wall as his hand slipped down o palm his aching cock through the fabric of his jeans. Straining his ears to listen, he heard it. The delicious sound of skin slapping against skin, your muffled moans around Sakura’s palm. Imagine what you both looked like. So desperate and needy, you both sounded so fucking sexy. And Endo wasn’t sure if he was more jealous of you, Sakura, or the fact that he wasn’t between you both. He knew himself, he knew his flirting with you both was nothing meaningless. Knew that he’d give anything to be with you both, even just once.

The door was cracked, he knew it was from the moment he approached. But it took all of his courage to peek through the crack, eyes blowing wide as he saw you both. Sakura had you impaled on his length his hand covering your mouth to muffle your cries. Fuck. You both looked so perfect. He watch with unblinking eyes as Sakura’s large hand moves, opting instead to cup your face. His fingers pressing into your cheeks, allowing your mouth to open. He watches in shock as the other man lets a glob of saliva pass through his lips and into your waiting mouth.

“Go on and swallow for me, yeah princess? Or maybe I should make you hold it in your mouth, see how well you can moan against a mouth full of my spit.”

Sakura’s tone is teasing, almost cruel, he had never seen him like this. It had hs own throat contracting, swallowing dryly as if it was his mouth Sakura had spat into. Reaching down he unbuttons his pants, tugging down the zipper without ever letting his eyes leave the scene playing out in from to him. He bites hard on his bottom lip, stifling the gasp of breath that threated to alert you both to his presence when his fingers reached into his boxers to wrap around his cock. A shudder wracking his bode when you stick your tongue out, alerting both men that you had swallowed Sakura’s spit just as instructed. Making both of them groan in unison.

“That’s my girl, daddy's pretty little kitten, always so good for me. Now you have to be quiet, you still wanna be able to cum on my cock don’t you?”

Endo watches as you nod looking at him, clearly already fucked dumb for however long you had both been up here. Sakura grins, placing a sweet kiss to your lips before resuming his movements. His hands hook under your knees, pressing your knees to your chest, now able to hit a much deeper angle. Groaning a long low growl of your name and a slew of profanities as the sound of his hips meeting yours fills the room once more. For someone so concerned with how loud you were being it seemed like Sakura was having trouble of his own. Endo watched as he fucked you, timing the rhythm of the fist pumping his cock with the ruts of Sakura’s hips. Setting the same pace so it felt like he was involved in your intimate moment.

Sakura’s hips don't falter, Endo watches in fascination as he keeps up his speed, though it seemed with each snap of his hips he was only hitting deeper with each pass. Watching the angling of  his hips just right to find that sensitive spot deep inside your walls, grinning maliciously when he does so. His chuckle is deep, cruel, against your neck when he's rewarded with your pathetic attempt to muffle a whimper of his name. All the while Endo’s fist never stopped moving pumping his throbbing shaft to the sight of the both of you, rutting his hips pathetically into his own touch wishing it was him inside you instead, wishing Sakura attempted to keep him quiet with his cock down his throat. He was embarrassed at how quickly he felt the coil tightening in his belly, however, it didn’t seem like he was the only one on edge. Watching your eyes blow wide, looking desperately up at Sakura as you spoke.

“Haru.. Haru please.. gonna, I’m so close~”

He had to stop himself from whimpering that he was too, hand moving faster to keep in time with Sakura’s increase in speed, it seemed like he was desperate to cum too. Mentally begging you both to cum with him as white blurred the edges of his vision. The sounds of Sakura kissing you messily, the squelching of your cunt echoing off the walls as your muffled cries melted with his own as he was thrown so violently into orgasm. Painting his hand and abdomen with his seed, eyes wrenched shut. Catching his breaths, he tucked himself back into his pants, slinking off to the nearby bathroom to clan himself. The heaviness of his actions weighed on his shoulders as he only had one thought in his mind.

How was he going to get into that bed with the both of you.

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

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[thehouseofurmotha]

ミミ❤*•.¸♥ 𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 ♥¸.•*❤彡彡

Pairing: Shinso x reader

Soulmate au! I looooove soulmate au's in this one the first words you speak to your soulmate is tattoo'd somewhere on your body! There are other types of soulmates tho like more subtle ones too where you crave whatever your soulmate is eating, have a clock that counts down etc etc. Also I fear I did not have the patience to write all of the events for the sports festival so it kinda sucks 😭

Okay giving y/n a quirk in this one too

Quirk: Sakura! You can create sakura leaves, with the leaves you can control them similarly to how Hawks can control his feathers, while also being able to create things out of your petals.

Downsides: migraines from over use, as well as the more you push your quirk the weaker the items you make become. (Imagine this is present mics voice guys)

Warnings: Sports festival arc 😔, swearing, angst

Summery: Meeting your soulmate goes happens in the most unexpected way.

You fight shinso in the first round instead of Midoriya

"THE SPORTS FESTIVAL?" The class all shouts in unison, after what they had just went through, they weren't sure if this was the best idea.

"Yeah, Aizawa-Sensei are you sure that's a good idea after the USJ attack?" Kaminari is the one to voice everyone's concerns.

"That's a valid concern Kaminari, but the Sports Festival is the most watched sports event across the world. Before the development of quirks people watched the Olympics, but now if you enjoy watching competition you're watching the U.A. sports festival. It's not something that we can just simply cancel. Security will be increased tenfold compared to other years." This seemed to satisfy your classmates concerns. Trusting whole heartedly what there teacher has to say. "You guys will have the next two days to prepare. Don't take this lightly, pros from all over the country will be watching and scouting."

And with that he dismisses the class, allowing you and your classmates to go change into your uniforms and work on training.

You work on allowing yourself to propel yourself through the air with your petals. You forge them to make wings of sorts on your back. It works pretty well, but flying in the air is definitely something you'll need to get use to. Ending back on the ground due to an overwhelming nausea caused from motion sickness.

Aizawa throws a bottle of water at you, it hits your arm causing you to look up at him. "Smart way to use your power, being in the sky can give you many advantages while doing hero work."

"Thank you Aizawa-Sensei." The water quickly helps you feel better, and the praise from your teacher puts a smile on your face. Knowing that you're on the right track gives you the motivation to keep going.

As the school day finally ends, you're tired but there's a feeling of satisfaction knowing that all your hard work will be put on display at the School Sports Festival. Not just any school either, U.A. the top hero school that you somehow managed to get into. You honestly don't really remember how you did it, you do know that you scored extremely high on the entrance exam. This entire school year has felt like a fever dream.

The only thing that you think could make it any more feverish, was to meet your soulmate. You knew that this was the age where quite a lot of people ended up meeting their soulmates, and you desperately hoped it would be the case for you. Being able to grow up with your soulmate, would be a blessing. With this, there was also that voice in the back of your head that you never would meet them. It's definitely not an unheard of thing, some people just never do find their fated partner.

There were many different ways people found out who their soulmate was. You were lucky enough to have the most obvious form, the first words your soulmate will ever speak to you is tattooed on your body. Yours is on your side specifically. The words aren't the most romantic, but they bring you comfort saying, 'so you have an impressive Quirk huh?, I've never seen anything like it'

You still desperately craved to meet your soulmate. And as you drifted to sleep that night, you thought about them. And who they might be.

The day of the sports festival had finally arrived. You sit in the 1-A waiting room feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. You really wanted this to go well for you. To have the pro hero's see you and scout you for internships. It was such a exciting idea. They announced that the first event would be an obstacle course. With your ability to fly this should be a piece of cake for you.

As they announced the start, it suddenly dropped to frigid temperatures and you watch as multiple people get Frozen to the ground. You managed to react quickly enough to get yourself in the air before it manages to reach you. As you get into the sky you see 3 different people ahead of you.

Many people may be competing to the winner of the first event, but all you wanted to do was stand out, but not enough that people would think you're too much of an enemy.

You manage to make it through the first round coming in 5th place and you're more than happy about it. You take the time between rounds to allow yourself to breath, you hoped that you hadn't used to much power flying for the entirety of round one. But whether you did or not, you would keep pushing through.

Midnight announced that the second round would be a cavalry battle. Depending on what place you came during the obstacle course, determined how many points you were worth. Other than the first place winner, who had a million points. Every person higher than the last had 5 points added. So the person in 42nd place had 5 points and then it went up from there.

Since you had come in 5th place, you were worth 185 points. You were so glad that you hadn't fight so hard to be in first place. Part of you pitied Midoriya for the large target that would be placed on his team.

At some point, while you had been lost in thought. A certain purple headed tired looking guy had started walking towards you. You snap out of your thought to see him standing in front of you. You hadn't seen him around before, so you figured that he wasn't in the hero course class 1-B. Maybe a support course student by the look of it.

"So you have an impressive Quirk huh?, I've never seen anything like it." As the words come out of his mouth a burning sensation starts in your side and spreads throughout you. You freeze, staring at him in shock. You realized that the moment you spoke, he would know who you were. He would know that you're his soulmate.

Before you can even think you start running away from him. You want to turn around, to speak to him but your body won't let you.

A second later your snapped back into reality, crashing into someone's chest. You look up and realize that it was Todoroki. You immediately move backwards and start muttering out apologies.

"Oh, it's okay y/n. Are you okay?" He looks at you with what you think may be concern.

"Oh yeah I'm okay!" You give him your normal positive attitude, you couldn't let what just happened distract you.

"I was coming to find you anyways, it seems you don't have a team so will you be on mine?" You give him a small nod in response.

"Of course, I promise to do my best." With that you smile and are warned that the cavalry battle is starting soon.

Somehow in the matter of 15 minutes, your team managed to get the one million headband and win. You honestly feel as though you had blacked out, still distracted by what had happened earlier. But you did your part, and so did the rest of your team resulting in the win.

The last part of the sports festival was finally upon you. The one on one individual battles. You were horrified to find out that you would be fighting against him, who you found out is named Hitoshi Shinsou. Your soulmate, who didn't know he was your soulmate.

Well your lost in thought, Ojiro comes over to you. In your time at U.A. you and him had started to become friends.

"Y/n you cannot speak to him while fighting." He looks so serious as he says this.

"Uh why?" You're genuinely puzzled at this, not that you really wanted to say anything to him.

"His quirk is brain washing, the second you speak to him he can get you to do anything he wants. That's how he got me to join his team, that's why I dropped out." You feel bad for him, knowing how excited he was about the sports festival.

"Thanks for the heads up Ojiro." Part of you wants to keep this in mind, but all you want to do is talk to him.

"I know this may sound selfish, but beat him for you and me." And with that he walks away leaving you to prepare yourself for your battle.

Internally you start to freak out, not knowing if you could do this. And suddenly all the time has passed, and you're standing in the arena waiting for midnight to tell you to start. Your heart beats so fast you think it might beat right out of your chest.

"Let the battle begin!" Midnight calls out and everything suddenly feels so much more real. This is actually happening, and there's actual pro hero's watching your every move.

"So your the girl that ran away from me earlier? Well there's no running now." There's a smirk on his face, like he's over confident.

You remain silent carefully creating petals but keeping them out of sight from him.

"Hm? Still nothing to say, what a shame. Of course a pretty face like yours has nothing to say. No opinions, no nothing just meant to sit there and look pretty." You know he's just trying to get into your head, and you hope that if he knew he wouldn't be saying this things.

Once you feel you've made enough petals, you quickly shoot them out to restrain him. Pushing him closer and closer out of bounds.

"Ooo look pretty girls got a pretty quirk. Fitting huh." You take a good look at him. Studying his features. You can see on his face you knows he isn't going to win. Not if he doesn't get you to speak.

"You know you're lucky, to have such a hero like quirk. People like me, who don't have physical type quirks what are we supposed to do?" You can head the pain in his voice, you can feel his pain. And it starts to cloud your judgment. But you keep pushing to get him out of bounds. He is certainly fighting back.

"So this is how it's going to go? You're not actually going to fight me? Fine, be a coward."

This almost gets you to respond to him. But you know you can't, you have to win this battle. It feels like your future career as a pro hero depends on it. You need to stand out, to let people see you.

Finally you get him right to the edge. And for some reason, you start to cry.

"What the fuck are you crying about? Does the pretty girl feel bad for not giving me a chance to put up a real fight." And with that you push him out of bounds and he looks at you with hatred.

You take a deep breath, feeling it go all the way through your lungs, "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

You immediately see the shock in his eyes as he clutches he's side.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You knew this whole time you fucking knew. You- you fucking hid this from me. And you tell me now of all fucking times. You're genuinely an awful fucking person. I wish you had just kept your mouth shut." The longer he rants the louder he gets and you're sure the whole stadium could hear him. You start to sob harder as he starts to come towards you. He doesn't look like he wants to hurt you but it's clear he's not happy either.

Before he can reach you he's knocked out by Midnights quirk. You fall to your knees sobbing and begging his unconscious body for forgiveness. Quickly you brought away from the prying eyes of the audience by Midnight.

At some point you ended up in a room with both Midnight and Aizawa.

"Alright kid, do you know why he got so angry? I mean I get losing sucks but that was a different type of angry." Aizawa, your teacher is the one who breaks the silence.

"It's my fault- it really is- he's- he's my soulmate and I figured this out earlier before the Cavalry battle began. I couldn't break myself to speak to him after he spoke to me first. So I ran away. But then- after the match ended I couldn't stop myself- I didn't mean to speak to him- but I did- and it's my fault.." You stare out the ground, not brave enough to look up at either Aizawa or Midnight. Some hero you'll be.

"Alright kid, I'm only gonna say this once so you better listen alright?" You just give a small nod to let him know you're listening. "You were put in a rough spot, you found out during a time where you were already under a load of pressure. You didn't know how to handle it, sure you didn't go about it in a great way. But you're a teenager." He sighs, you look up with him and is met with tired eyes. Just like his.

Midnight chimes in, "It's just fate hun, this is how you were supposed to meet. And I know it may be scary now but it'll work out." Aizawa just grunts in agreement.

"Thank you.." It comes about barely a whisper but they hear it.

"He should be awake soon, we're only on the second match of the first round and you'll be last in the second, so you should have some time to talk to him if you so please." With that statement from Midnight, her and Aizawa leave the room. Leaving you alone with just your thoughts.

Before you have time to think about it, your legs are bringing you to Recovery girls office where he was being held.

You pace in front of the door for 5 minutes before gaining the courage to knock. You hear a gruff 'come in' and you know that he's awake. You take a moment before carefully opening the door.

"Oh. It's just you." He says it like he's upset, but you can see the relief on his face.

"I'm sorry, I just, I didn't know what to do." You look at him, begging silently for his forgiveness.

He sighs, "I get it, I guess. You were in a tough spot and I probably would have done the same. I shouldn't have freaked out on you."

"It's okay, I deserved it."

"No, you didn't I was out of line. I have a lot to work on if I ever want to be a hero."

"I think we both do." As your gaze meets his again, suddenly you realize how everything has changed.

"Thank you though, for not actually fighting me. I don't think I would have been able to live with myself if I had caused you pain." He looks up at you, with his knees pulled to his chest and his head resting atop of them."

You give him a slight nod in response not knowing what to say. "You know, I always wondered what scenario would cause my soulmate to be telling me they're sorry we had to meet like this. But I guess I get it now."

"Your words to me were so much better than mine. You deserve better, and I'll spend my entire life trying to be the better you deserve." His eyes widen and it looks like he might cry.

"We'll do it together." And then everything in the world feels right. Like this is exactly where your meant to be.

Alright chat I fear I did not eat this one up 😔 but we thug it out. I've spent to long on this trying to figure out out so I give up 😞😞 please forgive me if it's bad 🙏 as always my requests are open and happy reading! <3

[blueparadis]

Do they prefer thighs or boobs? Hiragi and umemiya please!, Include others characters are up 2 you I really love your writings🫶

cw: ex.plict smût, established relationship, lot of marking and biting, s/d dynamics, mention of ex.plict sexual activities, oral acts, headcanon + scenarios format. added characters: sakura & nirei.

note: thank you >:)) im enjoying writing too after a so long so your compliment means a lot to me. | dividers by @/cafekitsune

HIRAGI TOMA — He claims that he does not have a preference. He doesn't really. It's just when he is between your legs, done marking your inner thighs, he ends up thinking about how his teeth marks would look around your saliva-soaked shining nipples. He often takes a good look at the parts where he left his teeth marks. If he is feeling extra proud of how he made you look after getting freshly marked and overstimulated due to multiple orgasms he might take a few snaps.

UMEMIYA HAJIME — Umemiya is definitely a thigh guy. He loves to make you sit on his face and eat you out. He is cautious with his teeth unlike Hiragi but the way you moan keeps tempting him. He has insisted you so many times to get a thigh tattoo. If not the inner section, then the upper thigh? please? pretty please? he has insisted on you so much that it has come to the point of begging and negotiation since the only image he keeps painting in his head is his tattooed name on your thighs as he fucks you from behind in front of a full-length mirror.

NIREI AKIHIKO — When Nirei came to you he was nothing but an obsidian pitch-black slate but holy heavens the ways he makes you cum was never something you knew before. When given the right amount, he can use the info in such a newfound way but when it worked against you, it was a little hard to take in. With a vibrator inside you, he often plays with your boobs and suckles on them by making you sit on them while fingering you but just before you can cum he slaps onto your thighs making you embarrassed by the way you shrink and leaving a shrill cry of pleasure. But sometimes he doesn't and that's more frustrating.

SAKURA HARUKA — Sakura loves your boobs; loves to hold them, squeeze them, massage them, bite and lick them — anything you say but he gets extra demanding on some days when he insists to suckle on your boobs as you jerk him off. His head on your lap as he suckles and bites your boobs, tends to them while you make him cum, and just before he cums; you can feel it. You can feel him grasping onto your flesh, his tummy becoming taut, his chest twitching, his teeth biting your flesh as he peaks his orgasm. the first time you made him cum like this he insists on doing it more with so much enthusiasm that it makes it harder for you to ask him the same pleasure from him. Not that he would deny but before getting into the act he is definitely going to overthink.

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[greycaelum]

Hi Grey! How was ur week? Question for Yakuza Satoru: he got tattoos, but what kind and where? This series fits Gojo-Zenin rivalry so well. Can totally see Naoya being crazy jealous of Satoru, to the point of dying…

So late reply, forgive this tardy woman! Just finished 2 sems in uni and now I still have to do summer but it's manageable so here I am again Quite rusty if I must say, writer's block at its finest...

Thank you for your interest in Coasts and Altitudes, fingers crossed on the next update! With lots of hugs from Grey~

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"Did it hurt...?" Your eyes flickered as you stared at the elaborate irezumi painting on his broad back, it covered a few old scars, scabs of rose pink peaking a bit on the spaces between the vivid inks, obscuring but not totally hiding the gashes from your sight.

"Mnnn?" Your husband looked back as he searched for a shirt in the closet. he's only wearing cotton shorts and a towel over his shoulder, walking topless around your home since the staff were out for the weekend except for some of his subordinates guarding the perimeter of the house. You've been married for already a month, but still, it's hard to remain focused every time he goes around naked.

"The irezumi... did it hurt?" You bit the insides of your mouth when he faced you with his inked pecs and hard 8-packs distracting your sight. He remained unbeknownst or probably playing clueless as he walked towards you and asked you to dry his hair.

"Not really, I got used to the pain." He shrugged as you kneeled on the bedside behind him and ruffled his hair with the towel. For a man depicted as rough and the violent shady business he deals with daily, Satoru has a penchant of asking you to do domestic and mundane stuff for him.

Your hands stopped drying his hair as you slowly traced the ink much to his amusement.

"What's wrong, princess?" He purrs.

You couldn't answer as you stared at the dragon holding the close lotus form. This oriental dragon represents strength combined with wisdom and usually is benevolent, a protector against those who might usurp control... yet somehow, countless flowers scattered around the dragon, you couldn't quite understand it... not to mention Satoru's chest is still not inked.

"What does your irezumi mean? I can't understand it..." You've seen many irezumi from your father's men, all of them are unique but you've never seen anything compare to Satoru's.

Satoru looked back at you, mirth swirling in his bright eyes, but seeing you can't meet his gaze with how fixated you are in his back he face front to let you stare at his irezumi for now. He opened his mouth, thinking of how to start.

"I wanted to have a Karashishi beast instead of the Ryu, but the person I wanted to protect left... and I need to guard my family's so I chose the dragon..."

You couldn't speak... you already know what he means.

"This peony..." You looked at the lonesome peony on his top left shoulder. "It suits you, wealth and prosperity with your devil-may-care attitude." You swallowed the awkward reply on the tip of your tongue and tried to hide your hesitant tone.

"I couldn't think of anything more to remember you so I chose the Sakura, thinking I needed to remind myself I was just a fleeting moment of your childhood. I would just stay here, protecting my family or else I would've come running after you like a lap dog... I would've begged you to spare attention to me, I don't have a good sense of self control when it's about you."

A fleeting moment of childhood, huh? Your fingers traced the cherry blossoms littered over the dragon. And whose fault was it for pushing you away years ago saying he can only see you as a younger sister? You scoffed and curled your nails on the biggest cherry blossom making him groan.

Satoru turns around and pushes you down the bed, the mattress cushioning you as he plants his arms on the sides of your head. Climbing on top of you as he pushes away the stray hair framing your eyes.

"I've always known even 15 years ago you would cover me with scars... Now that you're finally tied to me I can get that karashishi and perhaps some momiji to add it..."

"Where are you going to put it?"

He chuckled and raised a brow as he took your hand and placed it on his chest.

"On where you'll always be."

Footnotes:

Karashishi "Lion Dog": The local Shinto religion of Japan, which pre-dates Buddhism, also has a lion protector, with a red head, who drives away evil spirits and brings health and wealth. No matter the origin though, the Fu Lion is fundamentally protective, strong, and courageous.

Ryu "Dragon": Oriental dragons are equally at home in the air or in the water. Usually embodying wisdom, strength and manipulating the forces of the universe for the benefit of people. Dragon can also clutch in one of his claws an object that is variously shown as a ball, a pearl, or a jewel, also known as “the closed-lotus form” essentially the essence of the universe, to control the winds, rains, fire and even the planets. This item is essentially seen in various Buddhist designs including temples and grave markers. It represents the spiritual essence of the universe, by which the dragon controls and protects it from those who might usurp those powers.

Sakura "Cherry Blossom": For Japanese imagery, the beautiful period of its flowering and then the all too soon fading and subsequent scattering of petals on the wind, symbolize life itself.  The fragility of the cherry blossom is the fragility of human existence.  they represent mortality, love, magnificent beauty, and sudden death.  It is regarded by all as a good omen.

Botan "Peony":  It is regarded as a symbol of wealth, good fortune, and prosperity.  In addition, though,  it also suggests a sort of gambling, daring, and even a masculine devil-may-care attitude, quite unlike its character in the west.

Momiji "Maple Leaves": In Japan, it’s also the symbol of lovers. A single leaf or a multitude of leaves are also potent symbols of regeneration and resurrection as they cycle through the seasons.

—GreyCaelum

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[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — yakuza!bakugou + katsuki bakugou.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — angst, fluff, sfw. bakugou leaves the yakuza for you and it hurts for him to realise how much he loves you. gn!reader.

katsuki bakugou never grovels. he never cries.

he can’t remember the last time he felt tears in his eyes. it must’ve been back when he was a kid, when his parents kicked him out and put him on the street— when the adults in his life failed him time and time again or when he’d gone so long without food he could barely lift a finger let alone keep his eyes open.

“i need an out, boss.” bakugou fights back a sob, head bowed so low that his chest feels tight and blood rushes to the top of his skull. his blood red eyes sting like they’ve been doused with acid rain, his lips quiver faster than he can keep up with— katsuki can’t remember the last time he cried and begged for mercy like this. “can’t go on like this.”

he feels pathetic, more than he ever has in his entire life. much worse than when his boss had taken him into the family, beaten some sense into him and taken a chance on a ruthless kid that ruled the streets with nothing but murder on his mind.

“and why’s that, first lieutenant?” jeanist, the head of the family and the closest thing the blonde has to an old man, asks— seated across from him on the tatami flooring, swaddled in his robes.

katsuki hates this feeling of pain that lodges itself in his chest and blossoms like the sakura trees representing his yakuza family crest. the pain of having to choose what he knows and loves and the love that the future holds for him. he’s not felt pain like this in a long time— emotional, mental pain. physically…he’s been through a lot worse, taken had metal pipes to the head and ribs, stab wounds and bullet wounds galore too. heck, even the yakuza tattoos bound to his wrists ( that seem more like shackles more and more each day ) hurt a fuck tonne.

but nothing is more agonising than seeing the emotional pain katsuki’s inflicted on you.

his knuckles turn white as he grips the fabric covering his knees— grinding his teeth, holding his breath, willing himself not to fucking cry. “i finally got somethin’— someone— damn worth livin’ for,” katsuki spits out, shifting the words around underneath his tongue. bitter and thick as if he’s swallowed a cap full of bleach. “they need me. beg me to come home in one piece. cry when ‘m cut up and bruised, harder when my knuckles bleed.”

“you’re in love,” the old man whispers from in front of him, wistful and wise. katsuki doesn’t speak for a while, he doesn’t have the strength to deny it.

because it’s true, he loves you more than he loves the thrill— the rush of being alive, being a part of this family where no tomorrow is guaranteed. he loves you more and hates the part of him that came home to you beaten and bruised, a bloody pulp so selfishly asking for your help because your hands were soft and you spoke to him softer. katsuki hadn’t seen the tears in your eyes back then, he hadn’t known how much he was hurting you. but when you ask him to make a choice between his family, the yakuza and yourself…

well, the answer is simple. the answer is always you.

“i’m in love,” katsuki repeats, admitting the truth. to his boss and to himself. he’s always known that he loved you, as clear as day, as true as fact— you make cherry blossoms bloom in his chest when his heart stops just from seeing you. you make his world come to a stop just by looking at him— is if you’ve stopped it’s rotation just so he could spend a little extra time with you. katsuki would die for you, but you’d want him to live for you instead.

and he wants to live for you too, wants to live to see you smile.

“i need an out, boss, please just give me a way out,” bakugou sucks back a sob, breathing uneven and shaky. “i need ya to let me go so i can protect ‘em better, be there for them. put a ring on their finger and keep them safe.”

best jeanist let’s a hand fall to straw blonde locks, patting the lieutenant on the head affectionately. “you’ve done a lot for this family, katsuki. i can’t ask you to stay when all you’ve done is put your life on the line for us.” he says, fond of the boy he raised and the man that he’s become. “be free, look after them. they’re your family now.”

katsuki lets out a relieved, strangled breath of thanks and best jeanist hums.

katsuki bakugou never grovels, he never cries but tonight he does. because when it comes to you his emotions are uncontrollable, strewn all about the place.

even the strongest, most dangerous men fall— and it just so happens that katsuki bakugou, a member of the yakuza, had fallen for you.

[midmourn]

stupid in love

♡ huh yunjin ﹒ gender neutral!idol!reader, kinda implied lsf 6th member!reader genre fluff, a tiny bit of angst/slice of life warnings secret relationship, i never explicitly mention fem reader but it is slightly implied with the 6th reader + implied homophobia, several taylor swift references and one very very vague beabadoobee reference lol note if you’re new here, i dont (normally) write for lsf but ive been waiting for this song to come out and it finally did so here this is very self indulgent lol. takes place in an alternate universe where there was a kcon in france for kcon europe 🤷‍♀️ also no i didnt look up time differences in korea and france ( library )

“Wow, this place is even more beautiful in person,” you hum, latching onto Yunjin’s free hand with your own that wasn’t preoccupied holding your small backpack. It was night time in Paris, France, by the time you and the other girls arrived. The next day would be Kcon, which you were excited to see the other idol groups perform, even a few of your favorites were there.

The black haired girl couldn’t help but smile at the content look on your face, trying her hardest to resist the urge to squeeze your cheeks and kiss you senseless. She was well aware of the cameras focused on the two of you, and forced herself to subtly slide her hand out of yours. It seemed the media never stopped working, either.

Glancing at her, you ignore her action before following behind Chaewon as she begins to lead the rest of you to the company car. As usual, the two of you pile in the car last, lagging behind for the other girls to get in before you. Chaewon sits in the passenger seat while Eunchae and your manager sit in the front row and Sakura and Kazuha in the middle row.

As the car begins to roll forward, your head leans on her shoulder as Eunchae began filming a video on a camera for the experience. Yunjin doesn’t pay the camera any mind, knowing everything but Eunchae would be blurred out in the final cut, and you two probably weren’t even in the shot, anyway. In the privacy of the car with the members, she intertwines her fingers with yours, laying them in your lap. Her head turns, lips brushing against the inside of your wrist where the tattoo of the moon was before she leans her head back on yours. Her free hand feels the smoothness of her own wrist where her sun tattoo was.

With you falling asleep on her, she was able to put in her earbuds and put her playlist on shuffle. One of her favorites, Paper Rings, started to play and she smiled slightly but genuinely, immediately being reminded of you— and the dream she had of you last night.

Normally, she could never remember her dreams but this one, she immediately wrote it down when she woke up. Maybe it was a vision, or a version of you and her in another universe, she didn’t know. But she remembered the feeling of nervousness and anticipation as she kneeled down in front of you, the ecstasy when you said yes, and the comfort and love she felt for you for the rest of your lives.

While the dream did make her want to kick her feet and giggle like a kid, it made her die a little inside because she knew she’d never be able to have that with you. Not when the world was the way it was. Neither of you would ever have a career again, you wouldn’t be able to do the things you loved like you were doing right now. And yeah, she loved performing and singing, she loved the fans, she loved the girls, her life couldn’t be more perfect— but she was pretty sure she loved you more than anything else.

It got her thinking as she got ready for the flight to France, that maybe she could indulge in her dreams a bit, even if it was just nonsense talking. She just wants to know that you feel the same way, too. That you’re in this for the long run, just like her.

The thought remains in her head for the rest of the ride to the hotel, dodging fans waiting in the front of the hotel as you head in through the back. Like usual, you and Yunjin are roommates. Taking the key card with a smile, the other girls watch you two rush off with childish giggles leaving your mouths.

It’s not until the two of you are laying in the queen sized bed that she brings it up. She’s playing with a strand of your hair, trying to focus on you as you ramble on about all the things you want to do while in Paris. She knows she should focus, but all she can think about is her dream and that damn Taylor song. Goddamn Taylor and her musical ability.

“Jen,” your soft touch to her jaw makes her eyes snap towards yours, and she goes to hold it, keeping your hand there. “What’s wrong? You’ve been distant all day.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she shakes her head, shuffling closer to you as one of your legs intertwined with hers. “Just been thinking.”

“About?” You playfully press, raising brows like you knew the answer already. She wouldn’t be surprised if you did.

Yunjin laughs, “About a thing or two.” She presses a clumsy kiss to what she hoped were your lips in the dark, but manages to miss and kiss your chin. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you murmur, eyes glancing down at her lips, “A kiss is a kiss.”

A comfortable silence follows, just staring at each other before she speaks up, “I had a dream last night. An epiphany, if you will.” She slide glances at you, “Eureka!” The two of you burst into giggles, before she sobers up quickly, continuing her train of thought before she lost the confidence, “And it was a really, really good dream. It’s like my number one wish.”

You smile, “Yeah? What happened? Did you do a collab with Taylor Swift? I had a dream like that once.”

“We got married,” she quickly rushes out before she can talk herself out of it. Your silence makes her heart ache, but what did she really expect?

“What was the wedding like?” Whatever she expected you to say— was not that.

Her mouth opens and closes at your question, feeling her heart warm at the expectant, loving look on your face. You didn’t shy away from her, or close off, like she expected. It was like you wanted it, too. She smiles shyly, tracing shapes on the back of your hand, “Good music. We looked really good. We danced to Lover,” she laughs, and you did, too. “All of our friends were there. Family, too. Lots of flowers, pastel colors. I cry during my vows. You cry, too. Just a bunch of snot and tears. I loved it.”

“So do I,” you whisper, eyes seemingly glistening in the dark.

Yunjin’s eyes search yours for something, and when she finds it, she says without hesitation, “Let’s get married in Vegas.”

You smile a mixture of bashfulness and sadness, “I wish.”

“We don’t really need anyone else,” she murmurs, scooting closer to you, your noses almost touching now. “No guest list. Just you and me.”

“Whose last name would we take?” You whisper quietly, closing your eyes to imagine it.

She keeps her eyes open, staring straight at you unwaveringly, “Anyone’s. I don’t care, we can keep our last names, or combine, just as long as you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine with or without a piece of paper, baby,” you smile, opening your eyes back open to fiddle with her necklace.

Yunjin’s smile grows bigger as yours does, both of you leaning in at the same time to press your lips together in a soft but meaningful kiss. You linger a second after you pull back, scattering small kisses over her face and making her laugh slightly.

“I think Chaewon would kill us if we even tried to elope,” you pull back, laughing at the memory of the leader yelling. “Like she did when we got those matching tattoos without telling anyone last year.” God, the tweets about the tattoos were hilarious. “But it’s a fun thought.”

“I’ll save it for our Pinterest board,” Yunjin grins when your eyes dart to hers in a bit of shock. She laughs, “What?”

“You have a Pinterest board for us?” Your voice is soft as you ask, finding it endearing. She sheepishly nods, and you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her nose, “Cute. I wanna see.”

She’s hesitant to agree, but with quick thinking on her feet, she manages to grab your attention with, “Wait, after I make you a ring out of paper.” She sits up, hastily pulling her bag over to her for a piece of paper. She seems to serious and into her task that it makes you giggle a bit, making her brows relax as she glances up away from her bag. “What? I know it’s not an actual ring, but—”

You cut her off by curling your fingers around the collar of her shirt, pulling her down to you with a large “umph!” leaving her mouth as she crashes down into your body. She goes to push herself up but you grab her face, pulling her lips to yours and she easily stops, leaning all of her weight on you and deepening the kiss. Your hand trails to the back of her head, smoothing it down until your finger wraps a strand of her hair around your finger. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting you to her like an invisible red string of fate.

You grin, swiping the string away with a finger, “I’m so stupid in love with you, Jennifer. You’d be the crazy one to think I’d say no.”

“Everyone thinks you’re the crazy one, actually,” she murmurs, shaking her head lightly before pulling you in for another kiss. “Guess we’re the perfect pair, huh?”

[kkuramyeons]

omg could i request a fluffy dorky sakura getting jealous of reader admiring kazuha’s abs, so sakura starts flexing all stupidly haha

balmy flex - idol!sakura miyawaki x 6thmember!reader

notes: reader is an 01’ liner, fluff, obvios pining, sakura gets slightly jealous but it’s zuha’s abs so … come on now, humor, slight purinz reference, etc.

a/n: i hope you like it, anon! also, since gender wasn’t specified I just wrote it as gn!reader.

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while makeup artists touched up y/n’s final look for the concept photos of the group’s upcoming mini album, “easy”, the idol heard yunjin ask if anyone else had any other requests for their accessories for their looks of the “balmy flex” concept shoot.

as the members shook their heads no in response to yunjin’s question, who told the staff that they were good to go, as y/n made their way over to where kazuha and eunchae were standing in the room.

the idol admired the maknae’s looks, giddy at the accessories each idol wore, wether it be tooth gems, fake piercings, or just their features, the 01’ liner gushed over how stunning the two maknaes looked.

“wow, zuha, this concept outfit is a really good look on you!” the older idol exclaimed as her fingers danced around kazuha’s stomach, feeling the toned skin of the younger idol’s stomach.

kazuha giggled, as eunchae started exclaiming that you two were flirting in front of her, again.

“yah! this is the third time i’ve had to separate you two today!” exclaimed chaewon as she made her way towards the younger idols, both y/n and kazuha paying no mind to their leader’s threats.

“thank you, y/n-nnie,” I think your outfit suits you as well, you look so good!” the younger idol said as y/n continued to praise her figure.

y/n wore a louis vuitton crop top and some low rise jeans that exposed their toned stomach and, if they pulled them low enough to show the skin below the le serafim logo underwear (as they planned to) the tattoo on her hipbone would be exposed, where some stars and sparkles decorated her skin.

from across the room, sakura watched the interactions with narrowed eyes, a scoff on the verge of pushing past her lips. lately, you and kazuha had been “feeding the fans” more, and the oldest member was growing annoyed of your limited interactions with her.

as she turned her line of vision away from your hands caressing zuha’s abs while chaewon pried your fingers off the younger girl’s stomach, sakura had an idea flash through her head.

if you had a sudden fixation on zuha’s stomach (who wouldn’t tbh look at those abs!!), maybe adding something eye catching to her abdomen would divert your attention from kazuha’s toned stomach, and result in all of y/n’s attention on her.

pleased with her train of thought, the older member made her way towards yunjin, who sat in a makeup chair, nose buried in her phone.

“I want one of those piercings,” approached sakura with a pointed glance at the jewelry adorning the girl’s abdomen.

“yeah, well, last call for accessories was five minutes ago, good luck with that,” dismissed yunjin as she didn’t look up from her phone, engrossed in a conversation.

“I know you don’t love it when that happens either, so please, help me out?” motioned sakura with her hands, subtly pointing to where chaewon and y/n stood, the younger of the two still fawning over kazuha’s abs, urging chaewon to join her, while eunchae just playfully rolled her eyes at the lack of attention towards her.

the interaction caught yunjn’s attention, and with a slightly furrowed expression, the younger idol turned to sakura, suddenly on board with helping her divert the attention away from kazuha. (and it wouldn’t hurt to have chaewon’s eyes on her, too.)

shortly after some pleading, the oldest le sserafim member proudly rocked a fake belly button piercing, taking some pictures of her adorned abdomen with yunjin.

out of the corner of her eye, sakura could see y/n’a curious eyes on her, watching as yunjin took more pictures, eyes slightly narrowed.

noticing the not so subtle glances, yunjin nudged sakura, reminding the older idol of the plan.

everyone’s attention finally away from kazuha’s abdomen, yunjin turned to where chaewon was standing, showing off her finished look to the leader.

“why are you standing like that?” asked chaewon seeing as yunjin was subtly flexing her muscles next to the idol.

“like what?” nervously answered yunjin, as chaewon rolled her eyes at her antics.

as yunjin and chaewon continued to bicker, sakura made her way towards y/n, subtly flexing her abdomen, leaning against the nearest wall in what she sworn was a relaxed (but flexing), position.

“are you alright kkura-chan? you look like you’re slightly distressed,” said y/n as she examined the older member up close, wondering why sakura looked like she wasn’t breathing, standing at a weird angle with her muscles flexed.

“oh! me? yeah i’m alright,” replied sakura with a strained smile.

“if you say so,” dismissed the younger idol.

before y/n could leave her side, sakura let out an awkward cough, now fully facing y/n, eager to have your attention on her.

“are you sure you’re alr-” began the younger idol, turning around to face sakura, suddenly speechless as she took in all of sakura’s look.

flustered at the sudden attention on her body, a pink blush tinted sakura’s cheeks, watching y/n’s mouth slightly drop ajar.

“this is new,” pointed y/n, as she caressed the older girl’s stomach.

sakura’s face flushed scarlet, her toned abdomen now receiving the same treatment kazuha’s did not to long ago.

“and you got a nose ring,” replied sakura, trying to control her erratic heartbeat due to the sudden closeness between the two.

y/n chuckled, taking in sakura’s reaction to their touches, fingers still tracing random shapes on sakura’s toned abdomen.

“you know, you didn’t have to change your look to get my attention, I would’ve come back to praise you eventually,” said y/n, slightly looking up at sakura, as they snaked her hands around the older idol’s waist.

embarrassed of the slight jealousy that caused her impulsive decision, sakura just nodded, hugging y/n.

“you know I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room always, babe,” whispered y/n in sakura’s ear.

“I know, I know,” sakura replied, resting her chin on top of y/n’s head, growing shy at the other members watching their interaction, staff surrounding the girls as everyone went into place to get started.

“good, now can I get a good luck kiss so I can do well today?” asked y/n facing sakura, still taking in their girlfriend’s look for the shoot.

“well….” sakura trailed off, a small smile on her lips as she turned, watching to see if any cameras were recording. after a quick scan of the room and a thumbs up from chaewon, the older idol wrapped her arms around y/n’s neck, pulling the younger idol into a chaste kiss.

pulling away, y/n beamed at sakura and reassured the older idol that she was the most beautiful girl in the room, and that her concept photos would turn out great.

pleased, sakura put her hand in y/n’s back pocket, making her way alongside y/n to the set where the shoot would take place, aware of the cameras now around the pair.

the concept photos turned out amazing, fans going wild at y/n’s tattoo reveal, sakura’s piercing, and at the unit shoot between you and the oldest member, causing more dating rumors to arise between the pair, the unit shoot only adding more fuel to the growing speculations.

[lovehotelreservation]

Amateur Hour

Summary: You, the queen of succubi. Him, the world's strongest.

Surely, a battle in bed would result in nothing else but your victory.

Right?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Gojo

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING + AFTER 87 YUMEJO GOJO DOUJINS HERE WE ARE

THANK U ALL TO THOSE WHO VOTED TO MAKE THIS SPECIFIC PIECE HAPPEN I APPRECIATE U 4EVA

PLS ENJOY MY SAUCE !!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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Gojo Satoru’s days were numbered.

The most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the world with unmatched skill, immeasurable strength, and–above all–pestering arrogance that knew no bounds.

He would serve as the perfect meal for you.

No, you had little intention to sink your fangs into his bones for a satisfying crunch.

Rather, you were wholly focused on one singular target:

His seed.

After all, having existed as a succubus for as long as you could remember, the thought of defeating the world’s strongest by merely draining him dry to the very last drop of his cum brought immeasurable mischievous glee to your very being. His reputation certainly preceded him—an irritatingly massive ego propped up high by his ungodly prowess as sorcerer and his dangerously carefree nature.

In parallel to him, you were heralded as the queen of your kind so you simply had to rise to the occasion at some point.

But at long last, you could stop counting down the nights for you to take strike. Spring had swept across Japan and with the blossoming buds of sakura trees, so did years and years of preparation finally take form.

There was no way you could just simply dive into Gojo’s dreams and drag him into your thrall–even as Queen of the Succubi, you knew you had to harness as much power and energy in order to properly take in his mighty seed.

From the moment he had become a target of interest, you became especially more ruthless with the countless amount of men you drained down. From Kabukicho’s crowning host prince to the most slovenly otaku, from repressed priests to homewrecking yoga instructors–there was not a single man whose dreams were safe from your succubus sucking!

No matter if it was a passing drowsy daydream or a vivid nightly fantasy, no matter the position used, no matter which hole you were utilizing, you were hard at work, collecting essences as you rendered each one of your victims into a weary milked out reservoir, all while your tail curled with bliss while the tattoo on your womb glowed brilliantly with vivacious power.

And it was on one particular night where you climbed off of one particular blonde that you knew you were ready to claim your rightful prize.

You licked your lips as you eyed the calm yet weary features of your recent victim as he continued to sleep, his expression furrowed even with the large sticky stain that marred the front of his pajama pants.

Grade 1 sorcerer sperm was like nothing else!

With such a delectable treat waiting in store, you giggled as you slipped into the darkness, preparing for the next evening.

Your last appetizer was delectable surely, but you simply had to refresh your palette so you could fully savor your main course.

The time had come for Gojo to cum!

Meet his match that is!

As the next evening rolled around, you did your best to contain your eagerness while you awaited for Gojo to head to bed, namely once he began to doze off into slumber. Experience from your other test subjects foretold that barging into the world’s strongest’s dreams would alert him of your presence, thereby putting up his defenses at best or unleashing his offenses at worst.

You waited and waited, your ferocious impatience being tempered by years and years of discipline.

And then, you watched as his body started to relax further into his bed while his eyes remained shut.

Though it was for a split second, you sensed what was undoubtedly him finally drifting to slumber, his subconscious revealed as his defenses lowered. Without hesitation, you smirked triumphantly and leapt forward from the darkness, conjuring entry into his dreams.

For as long as you’ve had Gojo in your sights, you always wondered what you would see within the depths of his mind. Some lascivious wet dream of him being surrounded by a fawning harem, a power fantasy of him being crowned king of the world while he gleefully subjugated every soul to his whims, a nightmare of him pitifully lamenting the destruction of his favorite pair of sunglasses–the possibilities were endless.

And yet, what you came to behold still managed to be a surprise.

You found yourself in none other than Tokyo Jujutsu High, namely with what looked to be his office.

For such a pompous man, the space was furnished quite simply, looking more akin to a trendy minimalist teahouse than a typical faculty room. Sleek wooden walls and floors, a lone circular window that peeked out to the rest of the school’s massive campus, a modest bookshelf where a few framed photos of him with his students and other close colleagues rested right on top.

The only spot in the office that looked to be in comparative disarray was none other than your target.

Reclined back in his seat, arms loosely folded over his chest, his feet propped up on his desk, Gojo was fast asleep, seemingly lost in an afternoon nap.

You couldn’t hide your glee, your thighs pressing together in anticipation as you hurried over towards where he sat. Though you were already barely dressed as is–what with a bikini top and a matching pair of panties, a standard attire for all succubi–you still couldn’t wait to fully strip yourself bare to thoroughly enjoy your time with him.

While you would have loved to have him writhe beneath you under the sheer might of your erotic might, savoring every drop of such a magnificent beast of a man was far more important to satiate your hunger. The less meddling from his end, the better.

It was as you scurried past his desk that something caught your eye, giving some pause to your movements.

Strewn upon his desk looked to be old newspaper clippings–given by the faint yellowing across the pages–and a class yearbook. The former consisted of headlines from various articles, the words “MISSING” and “DISAPPEARANCE” looking to be the most common.

As for the latter, you noticed the unmistakable symbol of a heart drawn around one of the student’s portraits. Strange as it was, for the briefest moment you felt compelled to inspect the yearbook further.

However, hearing Gojo yawn in his sleep was all you needed to remind yourself of what was most important at this very moment.

And without a moment left to waste, you immediately sunk down to kneel before his seat, your hands reaching forward to cup him through the front of his pants.

Your tail curled behind you in bliss before swishing about in excitement as you felt your mouth water.

Even without being erect, you could feel the sheer weight of his cock, your heart giddy at the idea of how much of his cum, how much of his essence that you would get to feast upon.

Knowing you needed him to be at his most aroused in order for you to truly savor his essence, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down, revealing the front of his dark blue boxer briefs. As his natural musk wafted by your nose, you shuddered with anticipation as you leaned forward to plant your lips against his cock through the material of his underwear. Feeling him quickly harden beneath your kisses had you feeling as prideful as ever–such a reaction from the world’s strongest only made you see that in the end, he was still a mere man who couldn’t hope to stand against the sweet sensation of your touch.

Your grin widened with each kiss while slick heat pooled between your inner thighs. In your haste, you quickly reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging at it until his dick finally sprung free.

With your eyes glittering at the swing of his delectably thick and long cock, you were captivated.

And effectively trapped.

It was as your hands reached to grab at the girthy base of his dick, your lips parting as you craved to begin suckling away at his tip for his seed that an unexpected sound had you freeze in place in sheer horror.

“You know, I don’t take too kindly to my sleep being interrupted, Queen Succubus.”

Immediately, your head snapped to the side, having to peek around his cock to look up at the pair of eyes that should have been shut tight.

Yet at the sight of glittering crystal blue, you gasped and instinctively prepared to dash back with the flutter of your wings.

The world’s strongest had other plans in mind, however.

“Where ya going~?”

As quickly as he spoke, he reached right for your shoulders and proceeded to hoist you up onto his lap, his muscled arms proceeding to lock around your body while his bare dick pressed right against the panties you were wearing.

And it was right as you were ensnared in his embrace that as your eyes blinked, you noticed that the lighting of his office had changed from the natural sunlight peeking from outside to a few warm glow light sources all while you felt your power wane considerably.

While your heart raced, you quickly glanced around to regain your bearings.

You were aghast.

This wasn’t his dream.

This was his apartment.

Your eyes widened.

The human world?!

Your body was as tense as could be. Even as the mightiest succubus, your powers couldn’t even begin to reach their full potential outside of your target’s dreams.

As your mind raced to think of a solution to your pressing dilemma, it was at the same time that Gojo proceeded to give your body a squeeze as he kept you locked within his arms, a teasing chuckle fluttering from his lips as he tilted his head to the side with a wink.

“So what do you think? The world’s strongest is the world’s biggest right~?”

Your eyes immediately narrowed as your lips curled with a snarl.

“Oh don’t you dare even begin to start–!”

You mustered every bit of your energy to break free within that instant–while you were out of his dreams, you were the only one amongst the both of you with wings after all.

Yet you couldn’t even muster a wiggle of your wings let alone the full breadth of a flap, what with Gojo’s arms keeping you still and secure within the confines of his embrace, seemingly oblivious at your attempt to escape all the while he began to muse out loud.

“Here I thought I’d finally get a full night’s rest.” A sigh left his lips, which soon puckered out into a pout. “I’ve been busy lately hunting down an old classmate of mine–someone who still owes me a lunch, mind you. It’s been so long since they were in town but they keep avoiding me.”

Your continued glare of incredulousness towards his incessant rambling didn’t deter his words–rather, it just encouraged him further as he grinned.

“Needless to say, I’ve been a little grumpier lately since the one person that I want to see apparently doesn’t want to see me.”

At this, you gave up on trying to escape with the power of your wings and instead tried to sharply pivot your weight in order to knock right against him, your voice venomously hissing out,

“Like I care about what you have to say! How could you have expected me, Gojo Satoru?!”

More amused than alarmed as you continued to attempt at shoving him down, he responded with a hum and a shrug, “Well Madame Succubus, I don’t know if you’re aware, but Japan is undergoing quite the decline in birth rate right now.” His eyes closed as he continued, a dreamy inflection lacing his words. “Usually spring is the time for fun sunny afternoon sex, but being handed stats from Yaga that people are doing it even less?”

As his eyelids shut, an idea quickly came to mind amidst your desperation to do anything to escape.

You were soon greeted by the sight of his crystal blue eyes quickly fluttering open once more as he declared, “Surely something was at hand!”

And it was at his last word that Gojo immediately reached behind to grab at your tail, which was preparing to strike its pointed end down into his thigh.

Relishing in the immediate irritation that struck across your features, he laughed triumphantly, “Not to mention–Nanamin was surprisingly drained of energy when I met up with him this morning. I take it that he had quite the lively dream the night before. I wonder why~”

It was then that you suddenly felt his index finger begin to twirl along your tail, coiling it around ever so slowly.

“On the subject of Nanamin though.”

You were startled to hear the humor in his voice drop right as he gave your tail a firm tug while the glint in his eye and the smirk on his lips only conveyed sheer wickedness.

“At the very least, if you’re targeting me, just be direct. Don’t you dare let other men distract you from your goal…!”

Upon his last word, Gojo proceeded to heave you down onto his bed, maintaining his hold around you while asserting his position right on top of your body.

The pressure was intensifying.

Pressure from the weight of his broad and chiseled physique that continued to anchor you down, pressure from the vice of his muscled arms that kept you caged, pressure from the heavy weight of his hard cock that pressed right against your body, pressure from the ungodly power that was just waiting to do something to you–if by some miracle you managed to knock him out so you could flee and rethink your plan, you were desperate to grab at the chance.

But for now, you just found yourself cast beneath his shadow as he hovered above you, his expression so frustratingly gleeful with pride as he cast his hand upon his chest with his bold declaration of,

“With this, I–Gojo Satoru–will take up the burden of saving Japan’s declining birth rate by besting the naughty succubus who’s been milking its fertility dry!”

You wondered if that sinking feeling you felt was your heart dropping or your body being pinned further down into his mattress by his toned build.

Still, while you knew the odds of somehow escaping were being stacked ever higher and higher against you, your pride would not allow you to falter before him. You were still queen after all!

“Besting how?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, the expression on your face as defiant as ever. “Exorcising a demon isn’t the same as a curse, you know!”

Gojo’s hands suddenly slammed down onto the mattress by both sides of your head.

You tensed.

He grinned.

“Oh but you see, I have a special technique reserved just for you–” He lifted his hand to instead bring his palm right below your jaw, gently cupping your chin while his crystal blue eyes gleamed ever brilliantly while they stared right into yours.

“–I’m going to get you pregnant.”

His tone was sweet in its inflection yet there was still a firm finality to each syllable uttered.

Before you had time to express your utter shock with so much as a gasp, you were silenced by his lips suddenly crashing down onto yours.

His tongue delved right into mouth, his hand maintained its grip on your jaw, his hips grinded against your own–he touched you with such command, from keeping your lips and your thighs parted for his access.

The fact that you were left in a bit of a daze when he eventually pulled away should have alarmed you immediately–the world’s strongest in both battle and in passion? This was a combination that you could not subject yourself to further.

And yet, as your kiss was broken upon him drawing back, he only smiled from ear to ear towards you.

“This is me being my usual kind self by the way~” It was then that his other hand moved to rest right below your stomach, where your womb tattoo was present. As his fingertips began to trace along the insignia on your skin, he continued, “Why don’t I break you free from this curse?”

His words helped you finally break out of the haze caused by his kiss, your response vicious as you snapped, “What are you blabbering about now? Me? Cursed? I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that the world’s strongest could also be the world’s stupidest!”

As you raved on and on, Gojo only smiled knowingly in response, even as his fingertips pressed further against your womb tattoo, his fingernails gently running over the edge of the mark as though it were a sticker that was in need of being peeled off.

“Guess that possession really did something to your memory, huh?”

Were it not for your boiling anger spilling forth, you would have noticed that there was a timbre to his voice that sounded rather disappointed, a tinge melancholy even. However, even if you had noticed the odd inflection, it wasn’t as though you were going to have much time to think about it anyway.

“Could you please try to make some sense you bastaRD–!”

What you noticed first was a sudden tearing sound that ripped through the air, soon followed by your entire body feeling the cool air of his room upon being fully exposed.

What you noticed next was the sudden hot heat of his cock slapping right down onto your wet core with a heavy thud.

You inhaled sharply, your gaze trailing down to see him begin to press and rub the blunt tip of his dick up and down the length of your slick folds. Though you shuddered from the sensation, you were torn at what was transpiring.

While you were getting what you plotted so desperately for. However, you were still at Gojo’s mercy so only god knows what was to happen from here.

“Come onnn~” Gojo goaded sweetly, tilting his head cutely from side to side with each word he spoke. “Do you want to be exorcised, or do you wanna get fucked? Exorcised or fucked?”

Prodding at the dripping entrance to your core, he continued on, catching and commanding your attention once more as he pouted.

“Hollow or full? Either way, I can do both…!”

And without sparing another moment, he proceeded to plunge his cock inside of you in one full smooth motion.

Both yours and his head soon threw back in pleasure, taking in the sensation of of being combined together at long last.

Though Gojo proceeded to set the tempo, working his way up to a brisk pace, your initial concerns were beginning to be at ease. While he had the upper hand for up until now–especially being in the human world–you were in your element and there was no way you could be bested by anybody!

He could tease you with his words, torment you with his touch, and threaten you with breeding all he’d like. The moment he unloaded his seed inside of you, victory would go to you—!

“Oi, where’s that attention of yours going, huh~?”

Gojo’s hips suddenly snapped right against yours, his cock pushing into you deeply, all while his fingers sought out your clit. Tight small circles rounded over the sensitive nub in tandem to the sudden vigorous pace of his thrusts.

You didn’t stand a chance.

Never have you squealed so shamelessly upon orgasming. You were here to conquer, not be ravaged!

And yet Gojo was in no mood to consider mercy. While you caught your breath, he went on to flip the both of you around, making it so you were made to straddle his hips. He kept his hands firmly on your waist to keep you still as he proceeded to hammer his cock up into your core from below.

Though you were currently above him physically, never have you felt more like a mere toy than at this very moment as you were directed to ride him at his desired tempo.

Chuckling at the expression of conflict and pleasure so clearly evident on your face, he mused, “Bratty as you are, you’re very beautiful, you know. I bet you captivated all your male classmates while in school~!”

And it was with one more pump of his hips up against yours just before he dragged you down to capture your lips with a kiss, keeping your mouths locked together as he pounded away up until you were left crying out with the surge of another orgasm.

While you slumped down against his chest in a sweaty heap, he only snickered as he scooped you up into his arms, eager to change positions with you once more.

The feast you craved was finally here.

You just didn’t anticipate for your meal to be served in this way.

His hands never once let go of you, always keeping a hold on your body to mold you as he desired with each new position he claimed you through.

At once, you were made to dangle up off the ground while he held you up high, his arms hooked beneath your thighs while his hands were clasped behind your head, your body left immobile as to continue subjecting your sopping core to his ravenous thrusts.

In another instance, this time with the two of you both resting on your knees in bed, Gojo grabbed and kept your arms pinned behind your back with one hand while he groped your breasts with the other, continuing on and on with spearing his cock into you from behind.

As you gasped and whined in delight, he gazed towards you with amusement, grinning cheekily as he brought his lips to your neck. “As I look at you, I think–no, I know a housewife life would suit you better than being such a naughty glutton~”

Giving your breasts another squeeze, he hummed, “What say you, darling? Let me conquer the Queen of the Succubi and you just give me cute kids to hold and tasty breast milk in return. That’s a fair trade, isn’t it?”

“To hell with that…!”

While your head snapped back to glare at him, what you received was yet another kiss from Gojo onto yours, his tongue happily diving right into your mouth. Speaking in-between sloppy kisses, he cheerfully quipped out, “I think a kid or two will help you calm down a bit!” just before rendering you senseless with another climax.

Though you were left to succumb further and further into ecstasy, it was not beyond you what he was doing.

With every orgasm he brought you to, he had yet to cum once.

Now, while Gojo Satoru was quite the outlandish and otherworldly man, he was still a man regardless.

You didn’t have to think further that he craved to spill every drop of his seed inside of you to make good on his promise to breed your womb.

But there was this idea, this feeling, this familiarity that above all else, he just simply and genuinely loved teasing you to your wits’ end most.

And on and on he did as the night went up until he had you bent over on your hands and knees with him hunched right over you from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of you with as little restraint as ever, his thick sturdy hips crashing against your ass with each punishing thrust. His lips falling by your ear once more, he spoke to you tauntingly, huskily,

“I wonder though, my dear succubus~ What will break first–this womb tattoo or you~?”

At that very instance, he then had one hand right on top of the mark upon your womb. While the warmth of his palm against your skin was as blissful of a sensation as ever, there was an alarming heat that was quickly emanating right against the very insignia that marked you as a succubus.

As you glanced down, you were utterly aghast at the sight, catching the faint blue glow of his powers being utilized. “You’re using–?! Cursed energy?!”

“Bingo!” Gojo chimed as he rewarded you by ravaging your core even further, angling his hips to ensure that he would hit the most sensitive spot within your depths. “That womb tattoo won’t be necessary when you’ll soon be committed to laying in bed with your one and only husband~! Lots of love making awaits you in the future, my lewd and lovely former succubus!”

Whether by his words or your physical endurance—either way, you were defeated.

Feeling your arms give way, you shivered joyously as you suddenly found yourself slumped on the bed, your ass still raised up in the air thanks to Gojo keeping one hand on your hip.

“In the meantime though–” He began, his voice still so pristine and cheerful as though he hadn’t spent all night devastating your body. “A man and a succubus–mating and fucking like animals. Don’t you find that just so amusing…?!”

Another smack rang out in the air, this time with his hand right across your ass.

Feeling the slick heat of your core tighten around his cock once again, he laughed deviously as he chanted, thrusting and spanking away, “That’s right–fall for me! Fall! Fall! Fall!”

At long last.

As you felt yourself become undone with pleasure, you were soon treated with smoldering, thick sticky heat as Gojo flooded your core with his seed.

A blessed sensation.

You were complete.

So enthralled with the pleasure of having him cum inside you at long last, you barely noticed another shift in your body right as Gojo drew his hand away from where your womb tattoo was.

Having been subject to his whims all night long, it wasn’t much of a surprise that you finally succumbed to exhaustion, your consciousness fading. Before you fully dozed off however, you felt Gojo kiss your forehead tenderly just before he murmured out,

“Defeating the Queen of the Succubi–I guess this makes me your king, right…?”

It was as he finished his sentence that he said another word.

A name.

One that you haven’t heard in so long but one that you knew deep within your heart was yours, all as you quickly drifted off to slumber.

Formerly teasing now fully tender, Gojo nuzzled your neck as he held you close, sighing with joy,

“From now on, the only man who you’ll spend your nights with, who will star in your sweet and wet dreams, who you’ll live your days out with is me–”

His lips found their way to yours for one more kiss.

“–just like we promised all those years ago.”

With you sleeping soundly in his arms, Gojo slowly dragged his hand along the small of your back in a soothing motion. While doing so, he peered down at your body. Seeing that your wings, your tail, and-most importantly of all—that accursed mark were gone at long last brought much relief to his features as he drew you even closer against his body, bringing his lips to your cheek.

Whenever it came time for you to wake up later, there would surely be a lot to explain.

For now, he was just glad that years of searching had finally been resolved.

All that was left was to make good on sworn promises and to simply never let you go ever again.

How he eagerly awaited that lunch date with you.

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LAIOS IS NEXT YEEEEEEHAW

[triplethreat77]

Fresh dye for upcoming birthday festivities! I need to do my nails next, and I'm so happy the split dye worked out again.

[eevees-hobbies]

I’ve made my triumphant return from trying to get ready for university in the fall to bring you ✨this✨

Endo likes jerking off in front of you, but only if you’re playing with your pretty pussy while you watch him. He gets so caught up in watching the way your little hole clenches and drools for him. He can’t help turning it into a competition. His tattooed fist dragging up and down his cock faster and faster, while he leers down at you with a fucked out grin. It’s the one occasion he WANTS to finish you before you. And when he finally does cum, making a mess all over his own hand, he barely relishes in the high. Instead, he’s too busy racing to his place between your spread legs and swatting your hand away from your cunt so that he can slip his nut covered fingers inside. His lips mockingly form an “O” and he’s nodding condescendingly, “there ya go, sweetheart. Just what you needed, huh.” He can’t help trying to humiliate you as if he isn’t the one bordering on desperate for it as he briefly pulls his hand away to scoop up the left over cum from his spent cock- rambling about how you always take his cum so well as his soaked fingers return to your gummy insides and reach for the little spot only he can reach. It’s never long before you’re cumming with his help. Some days you go to bed, satiated and content with that load warming your pussy, but most of the time seeing you dozing off with your legs still spread and his seed slowly beginning to trickle out of your spent pussy has Endo’s dick twitching and he doesn’t let you off the hook until your cunt is swollen and he’s dumped at least two more loads into you.

ALTERNATIVELY could get a similar situation but in a different font with Togame (I’m biased. Everything I say could be about him), Kaji, Ume, KIRYUUUUUU and prolly sweet lil Sakura who’s fascinated and hooked after the first time you let him NUT inside of you (don’t ever say I did nothing for you after I used your cursed word twice)

Baaaaaaaaaby!

I finally crawled out of my hole in the ground last night and came across this in my inbox! How the FUCK did I miss this?! First of all, I'm happy to see you embracing the nut. Nut supremacy should be spread!

Secondly, I hope Uni is treating you well! I don't miss that life at all so I'm sending you FULL solidarity.

Also? This thirst?! I'm not an Endo girlie but I'm not too proud to admit that lines like, "His lips mockingly form an “O” and he’s nodding condescendingly, “there ya go, sweetheart. Just what you needed, huh.” fucking RUIN me.

Content Warning: NSFW below the cut! Written with Togame, Endo (oh god) or Sakura in mind. Somnophilia, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk. use of Daddy in a sexual way. Grammarly was not consulted, so I apologize if there are any errors. Minors Do Not Interact.

My brain turns off a little bit at the idea of Endo, Togame or Sakura finger fucking their nut back into you. Truly, it's an obsession watching the way it builds up around their knuckles as they push it in deeper into your already spent and quivering sex. Their brows furrow because fuck the sight is hot, and they just need to get a better angle so they can...push...just a little...more in.

They'd pull back to admire their handiwork, and then they'd get the best fucking idea; their cock could be way more efficient.

Sure, you passed out from creampie-induced exhaustion long ago, but this is something that you'd want, right? They'd settle between your thighs, their eyes flicking up to look at your adorable, unassuming sleeping self, and slowly drag the bulging, precum-dripping cock head against your sloppy cunt, already smearing the remnants of the previous session against your clit and labia.

They'd let out a shaky breath as they pushed inside of you. Their eyes rolling all the way fucking back into their skull.

Fuck, this is better, much better, he thinks as his balls already ache for release. His grip on your hips tightens to keep him from losing control too early (Togame would be fine, my jury is still out on Endo, I think he can bust quick but has the libido to be ready again if you spread those legs juuuust right for him, but sometimes Sakura gets so lost in the feeling that he's bursting too early for his liking).

Whatever dream you were having is cut far too short as you feel your body being manipulated in an unnatural way. Your chest feels heavy as you open your eyes and realize that lust-clouded eyes are looking down at you, your legs are pressed against your chest and crushing your tits against the top of your thighs in the process. His mouth is open in an o-shape as he takes in any bit of air to sustain his breathing to keep fucking his cute little incubator.

He's fucking you with so much force that your body is moving up the bed, your head hitting the headboard, and you can't help but wonder how long this has been going on because it feels way too good for it to have just started.

"Fuck, you're awake. Working on giving you another load, princess. Now look up at Daddy and smile while I give you what you deserve."

Any other person might be upset that their partner took to using them in their sleep, but not you, not his perverse, beautiful cumslut of a girl, and he adores that about you. His strong hand reaches down and grips your jaw as his mouth curls into a smirk.

"Look at me when I fill your needy cunt."

And the way you're clenching around him tells him that you're ready to receive more of him. His other hand finds the lower plush of your abdomen, and he pushes down so he can physically feel his cock twitch as he spurts his hot, potent seed into you. He gives you some more final thrusts for good fucking measure, making sure it's nice and deep for your aching, hungry, and fertile womb, and he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Such a good girl, princess. Again?"

[plitmurs]

kinks "Tokyo Revengers"

Ran Haitani.

I see Ran as a person who is moderately possessive of his significant other. And I think there is nothing more attractive to him than the smell of a loved one. From his partner he feels a delicate aroma that somehow reminds him of sakura. As soon as he leans over her, runs his nose along her delicate neck, he feels this refreshing smell. There is a desire to grab it and not let go, until he himself is satisfied with this sweet and sour, melancholic aroma.

The second is aristocracy, and everything that accompanies it. Refined manners, impeccable behavior, honor and rules, as well as the servant fetishes associated with it. Unsurprisingly, Ran is mostly in a dominant position. He likes the Victorian atmosphere too much, because of the clothes, the rules, the behavior. Grace, severity and at the same time extreme perversity. Especially when the partner is wearing a white shirt with a wide neckline. There is a pleasant view of the breasts, of the beautiful, delicate skin of your beloved. Gently running his fingers along his girlfriend's neck, Ran sighs heavily, lowering his other hand to her waist, he squeezes it gently.

Chifuyu Matsuno

I'm sure Chifuyu has a "mummy kink"! He definitely likes “maternal” care from his partner, dominance. His legs tremble with anticipation as the girl approaches him, stroking his head. The palms clench, and Chifuyu turns his gaze to his partner, who has a smile on her lips. I think he also likes bondage and shibari. A reference to a previous kink - Chifuyu likes to have his will limited. Well, as a bonus - the aesthetics of his body. Beautiful, elegant and he is in complete power of his partner. When the girl runs her fingers over his neck, collarbones, stomach, Chifuyu can only sigh heavily and burn with excitement.

Hanma Shuji

Hanma would definitely have his own personal “harem.” He is excited by the possibility of choosing between an indefinite number of girls and people who agree to everything. Shuji definitely feels like an “alpha male” while watching the charming ladies. I think submission and humiliation also apply to him. It's begging, kneeling, finger licking. Any humiliation on the part of his partner. He is also turned on by the sight of the girl on her knees in front of him. He can tighten his throat, smiling madly as he watches her beg to let her go.

Kokonoi Hajime

Hajime definitely has a kink for jewelry! He buys his partner various pendants, rings, earrings that demonstrate luxury and excess. Kokonoy often asks the girl to put jewelry on her naked body, sincerely admiring her figure. The pendants Hajime chose look great on her neck. Rising from her seat, Kokonoy lifts the girl’s head and examines her neck. Hajime begins to kiss his lover's neck, unable to restrain himself. During sex itself, I think that Kokonoy can use “dirty words” in her vocabulary to excite both herself and her partner.

Rindo Haitani

Definitely a kink to praise. I think that as a teenager, Rindou was a little jealous of Ran because most girls were interested in his older brother and not him. The guy was really neutral about praise, but with the advent of a permanent partner, his opinion changed. As soon as she began to praise him for any work done, a pleasant warmth spread in Rindou’s chest from her words.

But when they are completely alone in the room, with only minor pieces of clothing left on them, it is much more pleasant to hear praise from your girlfriend. About how toned his body is, about how his tattoo is just gorgeous. Needless to say, Rindou has unbearable pressure in his pants?

Also, I think petting is perfect for Rindou. Headcanon that his erogenous zone is his neck and fingertips. As soon as his beloved begins to kiss his neck or lick his fingers, Rindou’s heart sinks into his boots. It knocks at a crazy rhythm. Rindou's body trembles as he receives his lover's caresses. The guy himself is not inferior to her, knowing the girl’s erogenous zones very well. He mainly likes to leave hickeys on her neck and collarbones.

Baji Keisuke

Games with temperature. Definitely. Basically, it is Keisuke who is in a dominant position, and often likes to “taunt” his partner. Run a piece of ice over her chest, drop a little candle wax on her back. Touching a beautiful body, feeling it covered in goosebumps under your cold hands.

And what about without kinks on fangs? Before the appearance of his partner, Keisuke had never even thought that his fangs would seem special to anyone. But when the girl pointed out this feature, he began to peer more often into his own reflection, remembering her words:

“You’re like a real vampire!”

And Badji himself was sincerely surprised when he noticed the girl’s fangs during the next kiss. Tearing it apart, he bewildered her, she only breathed intermittently and clearly did not understand what was happening. Lifting his partner's upper lip, he noticed that she also had fangs. Not as noticeable as his, but it was very pleasant to run your tongue over them while kissing.

And the bites on her snow-white skin were also beautiful.

Takashi Mitsuya

No matter what anyone says, I’m sure that Takashi likes sewing women’s clothing the most! Especially for his beloved. She was beautiful in any outfit: in a dress, in a suit, in lingerie.

But what he definitely didn't expect was to have his head blown off. His girl was simply putting on stockings for another look to show to Mitsuya. Not noticing him right away, she tried to straighten her stockings, which, as luck would have it, did not want to stay straight when walking.

Takashi watched this with sincere surprise and some excitement. Such a beautiful view. His beloved stands in front of the mirror, correcting her appearance to show off. Adjusts stockings. I don’t think that until that moment he suspected that an ordinary attribute of clothing could have such an influence on him.

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Description: You thought you’d never see him again, hoped to start again fresh after leaving. But fate had other plans when you see those familiar blues staring into yours once more. Pairing: Ex Boyfriend!Endo x Reader, Slight Suo x Reader (If you squint) Word Count: 2.1k (woo this one was much longer than I expected) Tags: Ex-Boyfriend!Endo, manga spoilers, toxic Endo, ANGST, toxic relationships, mentions of blood and bruises, mentions of violence, stalking, sort of hurt no comfort, did I say Angst?

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a/n: I really don’t know where this came from. I have so many feelings ab Endo, pretty mixed but I left the ending pretty open. But I hope you enjoy this angsty little Endo piece.

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It had been years since you had last seen him, but his frame, crouched on the rooftop in the redlight district was one you would never forget. Those dark tousled waves that you used to run your fingers through as he laid his head on your chest. Those striking blue eyes that you used to gaze into with so much love, now icy as they locked with your own wide ones. The unmistakable tattoos that littered his skin, the same ones you could, and have, spent hours tracing the outlines of between tender kisses and declarations of love between the sheets. No looking nothing more than warning labels that decorated his skin. His eyes finally breaking contact with yours, lips curled into a smirk as he turned his attention to Sakura. Suo, ever the perceptive one, sensing the tension in the air pushed you behind him next to Nirei taking a protective stance over you both.

You stood there, frozen, feet feeling like lead as everyone moved around you. Despite having fought against Gravel with no issue, this was different. Dread creeping like ice in your veins as you watched your newfound friends engage Endo. Nirei not able to do much in a fight, stayed back with you, his hand taking yours to provide comfort upon seeing your tense form. Ready to run with you if need be. Suo was the one to make the first move, trying to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, you debated stopping him. You weren’t sure why, were you trying to warn them about what you knew he was capable of? Or was it that even after all this time you didn’t want to see Endo get hurt. Upon his retreat, those blues bore into yours, an underlying promise that this would not be the last time your paths crossed.

As you all went to the restaurant after the encounter you hung towards the back of the crowd, giving Tsubaki a reassuring smile one that didn’t reach your eyes when he had asked if your were okay. Letting him go ahead to check with the others. They didn’t know, you never told them, despite knowing that Endo was once a part of Bofurin, you never told them that you both had dated. Hoping that this day wouldn’t come, that you would look into those eyes again. You and Endo had never been perfect, things intense from the start. You were no angel, that you knew. Your fighting prowess curated by Endo himself after having met during a gang fight. He asked you to join him, and you were so taken by him that you agreed. Falling for Endo was easy, he had this charisma about him that drug you in. But the once sweet taste on your tongue that he left behind turned bitter. He kept returning with bruises covering his skin, dried blood crusted over from a split lip. Injuries you knew weren’t from a brawl from the smile that curled his lips. You knew they were from him.

Chika had always been a tender spot in your relationship, you never understood Endo’s devotion to the stone cold man. Endo would do anything for Chika, anything he wanted, Endo would somehow obtain for him. Despite this, you allowed it, standing by while Endo did whatever it took to make him happy, even if he was hurting him. Even if he never cared for Endo the way he cared for him. It hurt to see him like this, it hurt knowing that he allowed him to hurt him like this. And despite everything, looking back on it, you think you knew even then if given the choice Endo would choose him. The countless nights spent arguing over him. Begging Endo to see he was bending over backwards for a man who couldn’t care less if he lived or died. He would run himself ragged for a man who was actively hurting him. You remember your last moments with endo vividly, the moment carved into your brain. You had finally had enough, after patching Endo up for the umpteenth time you realized you couldn’t do this anymore. Couldn’t stand by while you watched him be hurt. You gave him a choice, deep down you were hoping he would choose you. But in your heart you knew, knew that Chika came before all else.

So you left, unable to watch him continue to allow him to hurt him, or even worse. Maybe truly deep down it was because you knew that maybe his devotion ran deeper than you wanted to admit. Maybe you were always just his second choice. The aftermath was hard, but you remembered the disdain in which he spoke of Bofurin, a gang that had devoted itself to the protection of their town. You figured there was a good a place as any to mend your broken heart. You hadn’t been there long, but the time you spent there already meant so much to you. They welcomed you in with open arms, finding friends in the rag-tag group of classmates. You didn’t want to lose that, you didn’t want.. You were pulled from your thoughts by a gentle hand on your back. Suo’s signature smile planted on his face, but a knowing expression in his eyes.

“You know, I just got this tea from Italy, it seems like a nice brew to sit down and talk over a cup of. That is, if there was anything someone wanted to talk about.” His smile softened, the hand he placed on your back offering comfort. An offer to listen if you needed to talk. You offered him a tight lipped smile, one full of gratitude. “Is that so?” You returned his smile, unaware of the gaze that lingered on you both as you followed the others into the restaurant. The following days were a whirlwind, a declaration of war, one posted by none other than Endo himself had Bofurin in a tizzy. Taking a deep breath as you approached Umemiya. You told him, told him about your relationship with Endo. Tears in your eyes as you asked him for forgiveness about not speaking up sooner, that you didn’t want to leave but you would understand if he didn’t want you to stay. But in true fashion, he ruffled you hair and told you that you were a part of them. A part of their family, and to just “leave it up to your big brother.”

The fight was fastly approaching, you had veered off from the group walking home the night before ready for the day ahead, one you were sure wouldn’t be easy. You weren’t sure why but you felt uneasy on your walk home, it want until you were in the safety of your apartment that you saw a figure sat on your couch, turning on the lamp, there he was as if no time had past. As if he belonged in the space you had created for yourself. All he did was grin, eyes boring into your own. “There you are princess, I was wondering when you’d be coming home.” He spoke his voice laced with faux concern. You clicked your teeth, how could he act as if he belonged here, as if he wasn’t the one who chose someone else over you? Biting back your words holding venom to the man you once loved. “I’m surprised Chika lets you wander off leash.”  You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, despite the hammering in your chest. Hating the way he still looked so beautiful even after all the hurt he caused you. “What do you want Endo?”

He lifts an eyebrow, a smirk barely covering a grimace. “Oh you wound me, dove. So its Endo now? What happened to me being your Yamato?” He says, placing a hand on his chest to emphasize his words. He gets up from the couch, approaching you in long strides. His finger comes up to twirl a strand of your hair between his fingers, pressing a kiss against it. “Come on angel, when are you going to be done with this little tantrum, hm? We both know you don’t belong here.” He dips his head low, lips pressing against your skin, his breaths fanning against your skin as he speaks. “Come home with me baby, I miss you, they don’t care about you the way I do. They don’t know you like I do, cant make you feel the way I do.” You were taken aback at his audacity. His lips continuing to graze your skin, you willed your body to move, but you were frozen. Trying desperately to not react to his actions, swallowing a whimper that threatened to bubble up in the back of your throat. “is this about your little boyfriend?” You blinked unaware of what he was even talking about, your lips parting to retort, only to be cut off as he continues to speak.

“Let me ask you this, dove, has eyepatch taken you on a date before he ruined you hm?” He stepped closer to your frame caging you between himself and wall. “Did he get to share a sweet kiss with those lips before he had you on all fours begging for his name? Did he even get to know you first before coming into bed with you or are you a little toy for him to play with? He doesn’t love you, doesn’t care about you like I do angel.” Your eyes blew wide at his words. “What’re are you talking about? We never.. he never.. I-“ you were cut off once more at a harsh bite he made against your skin. His hands trail up your sides tongue gliding across the column of your throat. “He cant make you feel the way I do baby, cant make you cry out his name like you did mine as you beg for more.” That was the final straw, he could speak about you all he wanted, but you wouldn’t let him bad mouth Suo. Maybe you knew you were developing feelings for him, he made you feel safe. Made you feel cared for, and you were not about to let him speak ill of him. Pushing him off of you, your eyes fixed in a glare as you gazed back at him.

“Don’t you dare, Endo, you do not get to come in here and pretend like you didn’t break me, like me leaving was just a fucking tantrum.” You spat, tears collecting at your lashes as you spoke with him. “I left because I wouldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take you letting Chika beat the shit out of you. I couldn’t continue to stand by as I watched you give him the world and get thanked in bruises Yamato.” His gaze hardened now that he was brought up, going on the defense as he always did. Starting the launch into defenses of him. You laugh bitterly tongue poking the inside of your cheek. “There it goes, god forbid I talk about your precious Chika. Do you know how many fucking times I had to patch you up because of him? How many times I worried what he would do to you next? How many nights I stayed up in tears hoping that you open your fucking eyes and see it was me? That I was the one that loved you? I was the one by your side? I was the one who would do anything for you.” You finally level him with a look, shoulders slumping in defeat. Sobs wracking your frame and tears not stopping. “You know what I fucking wanted when I left?” You laugh, the sound coming out watery from your tears. “I wanted you to fight, not fight with me, but fight for us. Fight for me. But you didn’t. You didn’t even try. I just.. wish it was me you had picked.” You level him with a look, it almost looked like regret that painted his features. He reached a hand out hesitantly, watching your arms come up to wrap around yourself in a form of self soothing. “Dove, hey, listen..” It was your turn to cut him off, steeling your expression.

“No Yamato, you need to leave. I loved you, more than words could possibly say, but you made your choice and now I’m making mine. I’ll see you tomorrow. On different sides, Bofurin is my home now.” You think back to your classmates, the ones who welcomed you in with open arms, who still wanted you even after you told them about your past. You thought about Suo and the kindness he has shown you. The warmth of his smile and the way he made you feel like he would always choose you first. And the next words that fell from your lips made Endo’s eyes widen, expression filling with acceptance knowing in that moment there was nothing he could say or do to change your mind, though your voice still wobbly with tears as you gazed into those eyes you once loved. “Anyone past this point who causes pain, who brings destruction, who holds evil in their heart, will be purged by Bofurin without exception.”

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OKAY, this one was kinda a rollercoaster ngl. I was feelin some angsty feelings, this man just gets me in my feels. Not too sure how I feel about the ending, but regardless I hope you enjoyed and

[phuuca]

My friend Jax got me REALLY into Wind Breaker and I binge read the entire manga in, roughly, three days. But every time a new gang was introduced, I always had the idea pop into my head of “What if Sakura joined these guys before Furin?”

So here’s my two cents about how those would all go:

(Gangs ranked from Least Damaging to Most Damaging, based on how they’d treat Sakura)

(Spoilers for the Manga)

Roppo Ichiza - Least damaging

They wouldn't let him join officially, because he's too young. But this is Sakura and he'll throw himself into battle anyway for the thrill of it, but also because he wants to belong and protect. It's who he is at his core. Kanji sighs with unsurprising disappointment because Sakura should be in school! And making friends!! You're committing truancy Sakura. Go make friends, you under-socialized, stray cat!! Sakura being adopted into the Roppo Ichiza is just Kanji and Akihito trying to convince him to transfer to Furin because SAKURA. YOU'RE LIFE IS BEING WASTED HERE. Anyway, he ends up transferring to Furin after hanging around Shizuka and Tsubaki long enough and they beat Gravel's ass. He drags the boy by the scruff, kicking and screaming, and enrolls him in Furin High himself.

Gravel - second least damaging

He thrives, but in a way that’s a little different from Roppo and Furin bc they are a community. However he still, ultimately, gets picked on because of his appearance and is more lonely than he thinks he is. But, for the most part, he's welcomed with open arms because he contributes a lot to Gravel and is super reliable. He takes up a semi-leadership position, despite being one of the youngest members, because of his fighting abilities. Transfers to Furin after Suzuri becomes a Chef Trainee and pushes Sakura to better himself in a way similar to Tsubaki and Shizuka.

Both a Roppo! and Gravel!Sakura would be closest to Tsubaki.

Shishitoren - smack dab in the middle, our true neutral

He’s in a neutral position in Shishitoren. It's neither good nor bad overall, but he’s still incredibly, lonely. Choji picks on him for being strong. Togame picks on him because of their clashing ideals and talking speeds. He’s definitely strong enough to hold his place there and find shaky community, but his own personal morals isolate him more ostentatiously than not. And, with the threat of being kicked out, he's afraid of even being seen as "weak". He still thinks it's some punk shit to be picking on middle schoolers and he'd beat the snot out of Arima and Kanuma, if given the chance. After the tournament, he transfers with a little bit of pushing from Togame.

Shishitoren!Sakura would be closest to Hiiragi (he sees a lot of Sako in Sakura).

Keel - damaging

He withers, but at a slower rate. He’s the only member to not use a weapon, because he thinks bringing a weapon to a fist fight is cowardly behavior. This makes him an outsider and a target of their bullying. He willingly joined under the guise of finding community, but was pissed off when he found out this community is full of petty thugs and bullies. He tried to leave, and was close to being successful, but then he say Nagato and decided he was going to stay and (begrudgingly, with a lot of grumbling and swearing) stay. He stands beside Nagato as an a kind of, tough-loving, older brother/mentor figure. Sakura often takes the brunt of Nagato’s punishments because Nagato is not a fighter and he's "responsible" for hims as his mentor. Even after he fails nabbing the purse, he takes it for Nagato and is devastated, but truly not surprised when they beat up Nagato too. He transfers after Nagato is saved.

Keel!Sakura would be closest with Ren.

Noroshi - most damaging and he’s in active, tangiable danger.

He withers and burns from the inside out. He’s fighting for his fucking life all the time. He’s got scars and a single tattoo. Absolutely lonely and gets sick, maybe, twice every six months from constantly being run ragged and feeling like dirt. There are small streaks of white in his black hair from the constant stress of fighting Takiishi, Endo, and the other Noroshi members in a thunderdome that, seemingly, never ends. Is first seen beside Endo during the Gravel Arc as his shadow, a reopened split lip staining the collar of his hoodie red. He is saved during the war by Umemiya after he clips his head, hard, on the chair Takiishi throws, and is held down until he passes out (Umemiya defends his unconscious body from Takiishi). He transfers to Furin once the war is over and is monitored by the Four Kings, not because they think he’ll betray him, but because Sakura needs guidance on the difference between constantly fighting for your life verses a friendly fun brawl (Endo and Takiishi had him fight them for survival under the guise of “fun”).

Noroshi!Sakura is closest with Umemiya (everyone saw this coming).

In every reality, my boy Haruka Sakura ends up in Furin because all roads lead to Furin. He belongs there, that’s his family, even if some extra steps were taken to get there.

[gildedoak]

Imagine being a young adult and your foster mother (who is part phoenix and has already lived several lives) is reborn in a burst of flame. The woman who raised you is now a helpless infant, and has no memories from her previous life. This tiny chick with fuzzy feather down and a tiny lick of flame on her head is both similar and so very different from the woman you once knew.

As a phoenix and a wizard, your mother had her share of rivals and enemies, and she tasked you with protecting and teaching her new incarnation. There is a box of letters you are to give to the child when she is older.

You too have celestial blood, but you wonder if your developing powers are going to be enough to protect her until she is old enough to fend for herself. You live on a pirate city that floats upon the Celestine Sea; is it going to be safe enough?

What a tremendous weight that would be.

IN A NUTSHELL, I HAD DEEP THINKY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE NUMBER OF PROTECTIVE WARDS THAT GARTHY HAS ON THE GOLD GARDENS.

Brennan described that while on the property of the Gold Gardens, Garthy is practically untouchable. The buildings are placed to form a giant celestial rune. Technically the ground is considered hallowed? The amount of magic it took to activate said rune must have been enormous. Garthy probably had it built piece by piece, adding new sections of the campus as they also added more and more golden geometric tattoos on their skin.

Having a reincarnating phoenix daughter/mom/best friend would warrant that level of magical security.

MEDIUM: Copic markers, Sakura microns, and metallic watercolors