#sakura oni

[sunarc]

Praisers vs Degraders ~Pussy devourers edition

These boys would devour every inch of you. He’s a passionate lover, covering every inch of your body in kisses. His lips feel so soft pressing against your skin. His tongue glides against your body covering you in his love and devotion. 

“God you're so beautiful” he breathes the words against your skin as he inches closer and closer to your warmth.

Your body is trembling with desire, eyes wide watching as he inches closer to where you desperately need him. 

“Please” the word drools down your lip filled with desperation. 

Your eyes lock with his and you can sense the hunger in him. He’s ready to please you. With one simple word he’s at your service gliding his tongue across your core humming at the taste of you. 

“So fucking delicious baby” he groans.

His hands wrap around your legs pulling your body closer to him. The way his tongue dives in exploring every crease and corner of you leaves you shaking and whimpering.

“It's so good” your words are slurred

His moans vibrate against you as he devours you. 

“Fuck I love you” he groans “Love every inch of you baby, so good, so fucking good for me” the desperation of his words spill from his lips in between each slurp and kiss. He’s hungry for you, wishing he could live between your legs for forever. His fingers dig into your thighs pulling you so close you're almost worried he may take his last breath between your legs. Your heart is beating out of your chest, hand gripping the sheets as your back arches off the bed. It's as if he’s taking every ounce of you with his mouth. 

He’s obsessed with you. His eyes stare at you watching your every movement, loving the reaction he’s getting from you. He needs to see you fall apart on his tongue.

“Make a mess for me baby” his voice comes out in a whimper

“Make a mess and I promise I’ll give you the world my love.”

Characters:

AOT ~ Armin, Jean, Reiner

HQ ~ Hinata, Hanamaki, Bokuto, Atsumu

JJK ~ Itadori, Choso, Gojo

WB ~ Sakura, Akihiko

OP ~ Sanji, Usopp, Sabo

These boys love to tease you. He loves to hear you whine and beg, each word that slips past your lip being a desperate cry for him and only him. His eyes flash with lust as he craves to hear your voice whimpering for him. 

“Tell me what you want, baby. Closed mouths don't get fed, you know that” he chuckles lowly

You let out a soft whine embarrassed at the thought of having to beg. He knows you like the back of his hand. He knows how desperate you are for his tongue. His fingers dance across your skin, touching every part of you. 

“Please” you whimper

“Please what baby?”

 You groan, throwing your head back. Having to say the words feels so filthy. It seems ridiculous thinking this way when he’s pushed between your legs sucking deep marks into your thighs and easing the skin with his wet tongue.

“I-I need you to … just please” you struggle to get the words out covering your face in an attempt to hide from the embarrassment “Please lick it” you whisper the lewd words earning a devilish smile from him.

His tongue slowly glides between your plump pussy lips taking in your essence. “Like that?”

He grins watching you nod your head with wide eyes and a jaw stuck open. 

“So naughty” he chuckles as his tongue continues flicking the bundle of nerves between your legs “Practically begging like a slut for me to lick your pussy”

His words leave you a shy mess, hiding behind hands that can barely cover the shame of it all. 

His tongue feels like it understands your body more than you ever could. He’s exploring parts of you that you never knew could be found. 

“Don’t get shy on me now” he laughs as you try to hide from him. “Look at me. Watch me while I make this slutty pussy cream on my tongue.” 

His words go straight to your core. You can't help the way your hands find their way to his hair. Your eyes look down at him watching as he breathes you in, taking you in with each flick of the tongue. 

“I want your juices dripping down my chin, you understand me?” His voice is rough as he grips your thighs pushing himself further into your warmth. 

“Don’t be shy, get nasty for me baby”

Characters:

AOT ~ Levi, Erwin, Ony, Connie, Eren

HQ ~ Tsukishima, Kuroo, Matsukawa, Kita, Suna

JJK ~ Sukuna, Toji, Geto

WB ~ Suo, Togame, Umemiya

 OP ~ Ace, Smoker, Doflamigo, Crocodile

[aeryartsco]

Pixel Slashers

I recently made some DBD icons to go with my Pink Slashers! I’ll have them as stickers and keychains at Sakura Con next weekend! Which one is your favorite? IG aeryart

[onigiri-the-webcomic]

Thanks to all the folks who gave me costume ideas! There is definitely more variety here than there would have been otherwise.

[venomkittydesigns]

🌸🕷️👹

[galionne-artsing]

Definitely one of my favorite recent art projects! A collection of japanese themed lucky charms, soon to be turned into gold-edged keychains!

For a quick run down, Oni masks ward off evil spirits, Maneki Nekos invite wealth into one's life/business and Darumas are symbols of endurance and happiness.

[theworldoffdeath]

Sylwiri x Yone Hanami 🌸

漫画『Mist of Yokai』シリーズのキャラクター！無料マンガは以下のリンクからどうぞ！

Read Free manga click links below!

Japanese styled manga!

https://www.patreon.com/sylvrea?fbclid=PAAaa20MwdQznlxWhMe5Iyn9k_fkeHFzwJjOTqi6WJPEWdgg875JCxlyK6CaE_aem_AXRwmIA07WETzv4fnGAvd6rbMc6vzuL_LdeWbFXDRCtLCmwpccyXuQ9Rz1ohTXGarZ8

Dashboard :: WEBTOON (webtoons.com)

https://globalcomix.com/a/sylvrea

https://www.artstation.com/walirea

https://www.artstation.com/sylwarina

https://www.deviantart.com/sylvrea

https://mobile.twitter.com/sylvrea

https://mobile.twitter.com/sylwarina_

https://mobile.twitter.com/walirea_

https://www.instagram.com/sylvrea/

https://www.instagram.com/sylwarina/

https://www.instagram.com/walirea/

https://pl.pinterest.com/sylwrea/_created/

https://www.pixiv.net/users/76890151

https://www.pixiv.net/users/76890029

[tatlockart]

Cheeky Kojiki

[oratokyosaigunda]

Sakura no Mori no Oni Kurashi series banner

[penny-penzilla]

Pastel spring oni! 🌸 Character commissions are open, DM for more info...

[ultimateanna]

Sakura is defeated by Oni (Naruto Part III)

春野サクラ the last

naruto 鬼

[kanryuu]

A Hannya art I drew with a single color if I remember correctly, rocking a pair of earrings!

Fun fact: I've refiltered this to red and created myself an etui with this!

[artistotaku91]

I know her eyes are wonky and off but hey ''practice makes perfect'' like the old saying goes.X3 And I like it.^^ Sakura from my series FNTO!X3

[yumenosakiacademy]

hot take mayb but "eng vtubers r playing as a chara so who cares if theyre anime ppl its all fictitious theyre not themselves when theyre their streaming persona" n "it feels kind of weird n :I tht these non-asian ppl hav built their entire identity around a japanese name n present themselves w japanese culture attached 2 them" can coexist. even if the jpn community is fine w said vtubers.

[cocofroyo00]

Oni vs Ronin - #oni #yokai #monster #fight #ronin #japaneseart #sakura #cherryblossom #digitalart #animeart #anime #digitaldrawing #freehand #drawing #sketchbook #myart #myartwork #artistsupport https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1X0C1shep/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vixlenxe]

@akumanoken

(royalty au) surprise

[sunny-mercya]

Childs Guilt

Shikamaru Nara x Male Reader

Fandom -> Naruto

Masterlist

You hadn't been feeling well these past weeks already—stomach cramps, aching muscles, nagging hammering headaches, nausea, constant fatigue and slight waves of fever—though this week it had gotten visibly worse and once you had coughed out some blood and collapsed right after getting out of bed, Shikamaru had brought you into the hospital right away.

Sakura had checked you over and came to the conclusion, that your already broken seal—with the much heavyweight additional stress of being a parent, which Sakura could relate herself all too well with it—continues, which shouldn't even be happening in the first place, to take more damage and breaking completely down now.

Your body—more like your chakra core and mind, which can't process, without redeeming help of medical jujutsu (with by the current look of your seal, is probably too late to use) or specific sealing techniques—responds with signals of pain, trying to mend this sort of “wound” on its own.

Knowing this, Shikamaru thought he could—albeit it might not be much seen as help—relieve you from some of the stress and do most, if not even all, of the housework chores for the time being till you're feeling remotely better (or finding a way to stop your seal from breaking apart completely).

So here Shikamaru was, sitting at the dining table with his son and waiting—after being forced to do so, albeit grumpy with you about it—for you to serve today's lunch.

Now, don't get him wrong, Shikamaru would have made gladly—without hesitation or shame, most men would feel when being asked to do what their more household staying spouse would do—today's lunch, just so you could stay in bed and getting the needed rest, but you insisted to do lunch yourself (half heartily jokingly threatening him with any of your Oni's—preferably Raikou it would have been).

»I can't just lay in bed all day and do nothing. And no, laundry doesn't count as doing something.« is what you had said to Shikamaru, when he found you—instead of either laying in bed or the couch as you should and how Sakura had advised you to do—standing in the kitchen, hunched over the counters (a visibly tremor in your legs and hands) and preparing lunch.

~~~•~~~

»Here you go, soya sauce chicken katsu!« you announced happily, serving the two plates—your own appetite had significantly gone down in your sick ridden phrase, still is and the few bites you took during the cooking, were more than enough, too much even, for your stomach—to your husband and son.

Shikamaru said his thanks and started to eat, while Shikadai only moved the chicken around on his plate with his chopsticks—looking rather grossed out by it.

»Are you not feeling well Shi?« worry etched across your face as it's one thing if you're sick, but another if your son is—maybe Shikadai had gotten a seasonal cold or a stomach bug is being passed around, perhaps he just feels more tired than usual.

»Don't ask me.« muttered Shikadai, slamming the chopsticks down onto the table.

»Shikadai.« Shikamaru warned his son, giving an admonitory glance.

Shikamaru—in contrast to your knowledge—knows from his friends firsthand, that most of their children (Boruto and Sarada specifically) seemed to be getting more and more into a angry rebellious mood against them—and now Shikadai, for whatever reasons, as well it seems.

»Stop acting as if you're my dad.«

»What do you mean?« your worry turned in confusion, not understanding what exactly Shikadai is trying to say here and why he's getting so heated.

»You're not my papa and neither are you a supposed mother! All you are is a Monster, which shouldn't even exist!«

You remain silent, a crestfallen expression of hurt etched onto your face, because you knew you're a monster—having called yourself that a few times, even with a slight proudness just to provoke and to make Naruto (one of your closest friends) not feel alone anymore—but it's something entirely different when your own son (or any other person you love and hold dear) calls you such as it equals—akin to a heartache—to a stab into the heart.

»Shikadai! That's enough!« Shikamaru raised his voice—never thought he ever needed to with his son—disapproval sternness in it, because such outbursting outrageous behaviour—towards you—was line crossing and not acceptable.

»I hate you! I hate you!«

Shikadai was shouting—the hatred crystal clear to hear in his voice—by now at this point, chair screeching backwards—falling back with a thud onto the floor—when he stood up abruptly, running out of the kitchen and slamming some doors—either the front door itself or the one towards the garden—shut.

Shikamaru, standing up as well—who, even now as a parent, had never been one for strictness or tight enclosed rules—had half a mind to follow his son and reprimanded him that such behaviour wasn't acceptable as it certainly crossed a line—and while there a things, hurtful words, which a Parent should never dared to utter to their child, so are there words a child should never say to their parents.

But Shikamaru didn't go after his son, not when you have called out for him in a hoarse whisper—cup of (f.drink) slipping from your already shaky hands and shattering down onto the ground into million shards.

Turning to you, the once disappointing up-flaring anger vanish right away and morphed into concern upon seeing your pale sweat glistening face and the way how you clutched your stomach—Shikamaru, with a few steps towards you, puts his arms around you in support and walks you into the living room towards the couch.

~~~•~~~

»......something is wrong....« you rasped out in pain, fearing yourself for the worst already—a lingering sense crawling through your mind of what's happening to you and it's one of the few things which sparked pure terrific fear in you.

»Let me have a look.« Shikamaru raised up your shirt—being thankful that you wore much easier clothing nowadays and not the complicated traditional clothes—and coming to an unpleasant sight.

Your stomach, where the seal of the Oni Demons had once been placed—as you're, through all these years and despite the Oni's being long counted as friends and family, still a Vessel—looked bloody raw, skin tearing itself apart and the sealing marks coming off in a purple stream.

»Shika.....I'm scared.....I–I don't want to lose them, not again....Please, Shika, please don't let me lose them.« tears welled up in your eyes, the fear—which pulls Shikamarus heartstrings in an ache—visibly pooling in them, ascending down your cheeks and upcoming sobs—which bubbles up in your throat—threaten to escape over your lips.

Shikamaru as he shushes you gently, telling you in a promise—believing, although with not much faith in it, your husband as he had barley broken a promise before—that everything will be alright again and how he will do everything possible to not let you lose Raikou and the others—rubs his hand, in a careful and comforting manner, over your stomach.

»C'mon, let's get you back to bed, love.« Shikamaru picks you up and carries you into the bedroom—laying you down onto the bed, pulling him down with you as well, having a tight grip on his shirt.

And Shikamaru let you, holding you close while you cried yourself into sleep—squirming in pain and berating yourself, for something you weren't at faults even.

~~~•~~~

It had been days later—when Konoha had been evacuated, after being attacked by some cult Ninjas (close to being a second Akatsuki group) and either leading almost all possible Shinobi's, with a false lead, away from the village or locking them into a Genjujutsu—that Shikadai started to regret.

Seeing you—his Papa—getting purposely stabbed by the enemy, in order to protect him and Inojin—while telling Konohamaru and Mirai (despite them saying you shouldn't fight as you're still not recovered) to stay with them in protection, while you took care (in your words) of that fucker—sparked a flame of crashing guilt in Shikadai.

Shikadai argued with his Uncle—after the enemy had admitted that they're actually after you and your Oni's and seeing how brutal the attacks (which sends you crashing into the ground a few times already) you're receiving are—how he needs to help his papa and starting to cry out in frustration, anger and fear, when Konohamaru holds him back.

They don't understand, they just don't seem to understand the immense guilt and fear Shikadai feels, because this fight could risk your life and Shikadai didn't want to lose his Papa—not when these hateful words he had shouted at you, would be your last memories of him.

What Shikadai had said, wasn't true—you're aren't a monster, but it took the summoning of Raikou and the other three Oni's (who not only grand him sole protection, but also the whole village and Shikadai realise the extent of how strong you really are) and you literally sacrificing yourself—out of loyalty and parental love—to make Shikadai understand.

All Shikadai wants was to apologise and telling you, how much he loves you and how thankful he is to have you as his Papa.

I'm Sorry.