Katya ♡

Fanartist by day, yumeshipper by night

[lavart25]

🍰🍓

[honeymilkart00]

Fanart of Yomi from Gokurakugai

[artsywitchh]

Our fav samurai Ryu Seno <3 🍶⚔️

I’ve done this back in february but whatevs

[shwarbage]

sweetly scented dreams ! - r. seno

synopsis: A slow day at the Saragi Anti-Maga Organization gives you and Ryu the opportunity to chat.

tags: gn!reader, hair braiding (his), drinking, reader implied to have longish hair, referenced alcoholism, fluff w/ a side of angst

wc: 2.4k

Nestled in a back alley of Gokurakugai is the Saragi Anti-Maga Organization, where something is always happening somewhere. Endless reports need to be filed, injured members need to be tended to, inventions need constant tinkering.

You ate, lived, and breathed the Organization to the point where you've become desensitized to the smell of sweat and blood and metal which permeate the air too frequently.

Very rarely is there ever a slow day, and yet you find yourself utterly devoid of things to do. 

Your legs are thrown over the couch’s arm, your shirt riding up. The lobby is filled only with the faint sound of you half-heartedly humming some improvised tune you’ll soon forget.

Numbness and exhaustion commingle to the point where the two are indistinguishable from one another. You watch the occasional organization member scurry to and fro with unfocused eyes stubbornly refusing to surrender to slumber. 

This space smells like books, and so unlike the rest of the other rooms, somber and sterile as they are. In this moment’s silence, the scent of old paper from the bookshelves behind you cradles your senses.

It’s hard but you try to savor these moments of quiet. New information can arrive at any moment, unflinching as it upends the world.

The lanterns mounted on the wall emit a golden glow, shadows dancing in the dark underground. The warm ambiance does little in the fight against your drowsiness. Fleetingly, you think that perhaps you could go to the medical wing and beg Miss Kisabe to let you take a quick nap in an unused bed.

Or better yet, give you a job to do. It’s better than wallowing here.

But the sight of Ryu Seno lumbering towards you jerks you back to reality. One hand carries his sheathed katana, the other, a bottle of Junmai Ginjo sake. Nonetheless, his gait is steady.

With nearly dizzying speed, you swing your legs back into propriety and sit up straight, hands quickly patting your mussed shirt back into place.

Should you stand up entirely? 

Ryu’s personality may be one of perpetual indifference, and his appearance might not be one that conveys the utmost formality, but he is still your superior.

“S-Seno sir!” you greet.

“‘S no need for all that. It’s just me,” he says, cocking a brow and placing the bottle on the coffee table. “Ryu’s fine.”

Your lashes flutter as he takes his place beside you and kicks his feet up to rest beside the sake, a light, fruity smell caressing your nose. Apple? It’s hard to place, but whatever it is, it beats the pungent smell that usually accompanies Ryu Seno.

Not that you’re one to judge. A life fighting Maga is demanding and draining. He’s nearly twelve years your elder and in the decades he’s spent working for the Organization, you can’t begin to imagine the gore and bone he’s had to brush off to prioritize a mission. The comrades he’d been forced to watch be torn apart, helpless in thwarting death.

Shit, give it a few more years and you’ll probably be a full-blown alcoholic too.

“Ryu, then,” you acquiesce. With the casual way he sat beside you, head tipped to rest on the back of the couch, you’re not sure what to say beyond that. Your hands rest awkwardly on your knees.

“You’re lookin’ a little stiff…” Ryu notes. “Do you want some?” he asks, already grabbing his bottle.

“No, I couldn’t possibly. Besides, I didn’t think you were the type to share alcohol,” you spout. Immediately, you slap your hands to cover your mouth. Red blooms on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry Seno sir—”

“Ryu.”

“—I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant that this bottle looks expensive. I heard you received some as payment for training that red-haired kid. I just don’t want you wasting it on me, that’s all.”

“Yeesh, you really do seem tense.” Ryu scratches his untrimmed beard. It looks rough and scratchy, unlike the silky ebony of his hair. The cool glass of the bottle is pressed to your hand before you can argue further, light condensation dripping to your fingers. “It’s not a waste. I finished those bottles ages ago anyway,” he says, motioning for you to take a sip directly from the spout.

Tentatively, you uncork the bottle. Pop! The faint smell of something sweet hits your senses once more. It’s not apple, you’re sure. Maybe melon? That doesn’t seem quite right either. 

Ryu’s eyes drag their way up, following the curve of the bottle to the curve of your lips as they open and take a swig. He licks his lips, perhaps imagining himself swallowing some of the sake. You choke and cough, underestimating the acute sting of alcohol on your tongue that singes your esophagus as you swallow.

Ryu’s calloused hand is slapping your back seconds later. “Easy now!” 

Your body gives an involuntary shudder but you’re not sure whether it’s from the sake or from Ryu’s touch. His palm, still lingering between your shoulder blades, feels like it’s burning a hole right through your collared shirt. As if choking in front of Ryu wasn’t embarrassing enough, the fiery sensation in your throat leaves you watery-eyed.

Before you could dab at your eyes with your sleeve, you feel Ryu’s hand leave your back and extend towards your face. Rough, calloused fingers wipe the tear that had escaped your lashes. The pads of his thumb linger longer than necessary, caressing your cheek.

Has he always been so…gentle?

As if just now becoming aware of your close proximity, Ryu clears his throat. His palm, hot against your face, makes for the bottle of sake in your hand.

“I guess you don’t drink often then?” At your nod, he adds, “Probably for the best.”

He takes a gulp so smooth he could’ve convinced you he was drinking water. You have to drag your transfixed eyes away from his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Mm, that’s the stuff,” he murmurs.

You sit that way for a while, with him taking the occasional gulp between casual conversation. Eventually, you take the sake from him and try another sip. This time, you’re prepared for the burning sensation.

You relish the way his index grazes your pinkie every time the two of you pass the bottle around. 

He’s not much of a talker, really, but he makes a surprisingly good listener. You speak of trivial things: what you had for breakfast, who you bumped into today, what sorts of things Yoki has been working on.

“I miss the sun,” you say suddenly. Ryu simply hums, indicating for you to elaborate. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just feel like I spend too much time here underground. It’s not like I never leave, but even when I go to town I can’t really”–You pass the half-empty sake bottle to Ryu–“enjoy it. It’s always, ‘Hey, can you kill this Maga? It killed five of your coworkers by the way,’ or ‘Hey, we received a report in some shady alley and we need you to check it out.’ I feel like a mole puppet following orders.

“I want a day off. I want the sun. I want to feel the tingle of heat on my face. I don’t care if my skin starts peeling or if I have embarrassing tan lines.” You take a breath, and Ryu takes the opportunity to quaff the sake before passing it to you. “I want a break. I want the beach. I want warm sand under my feet. I want air that doesn’t smell like iron and rot.”

You find the rant spilling from your mouth feels like it’s taking a heavy weight off your chest with every word. Your brain is buzzed despite the fact that your sips are small and borderline ascetic. Ryu, having a higher tolerance, is mainly the one drinking. But it feels good to pass something around; it’s rhythmic.

Maybe that’s why you’re finding it so easy to talk. 

Ryu’s expression is tinctured with some level of disbelief. He’s never seen you like this before. Actually, this might be the first time he’s ever seen you sit down.

Usually you’re as stiff as a board. Your bows to your superiors are deeper than they need to be, your language is overly formal to the point where his own superiors are learning new words. Every time he sees you you’re following orders, always doing something. 

You’re coping, he realizes. You’re coping by overworking and your body will soon break. If not your body, then your mind. It’s not healthy.

But he’s not one to talk. He drinks and he naps and he complains. He buys alcohol, he gets gifted alcohol, his preferred method of payment is alcohol. He guzzles and quaffs sake and beer and shochu alike just to keep the thoughts away.

He sleeps excessively, sure. But he drinks before bed, and when he wakes up his hand reaches for the bottle sometimes before he even reaches for his sword. 

He’s not some divine, perfect being.

He’s no saint. 

And maybe that’s why, instead of saying something and making himself a hypocrite, his hand only reaches out to take the bottle from your hand.

You don’t resist. You only look him in the eye as he does so, and it nearly steals his breath away. Your gaze is captivating and comforting. It’s real and raw and true and you.

Your pupils are blown wide open and black, your eyes half-lidden and on him as if he is the only person in the whole world. Your cheeks are flushed red from the sake and the warmth of the ambiance. He runs a hand through his dark hair, the front pieces too short to be slicked back falling back into place. 

Have you always looked this way?

“I–” he starts.

“Can I braid your hair?” you blurt. 

Ryu’s eyes widen, his mouth opening and closing as if he was having trouble processing the words that came out of your mouth. He runs a hand through his long hair again, the lanterns on the wall making the silver streaks glisten like quartz caught in light. He clears his throat, pivoting entirely. “Sure, what the hell. Sounds nice.”

He sits on the floor between your knees, his broad back forcing them to open a little wider than you normally would. You’re glad he can’t see you because your hands tremble as you gather up his hair. His neck flinches when your fingers brush over it, and you fight a shudder of your own, suddenly all too aware of the preposterously intimate situation you’ve landed yourself in.

Had a demon possessed you, or were you really that desperate for things to do? This is no proper task. Your superior is sitting between your legs with your hands combing through his hair. This is improper. You’re way out of line. This feels like a violation, a breach of order, torture of the highest degree. 

So why does it feel so good?

And your head is so clear, so quiet. You can hear your heart thump in your chest and Ryu’s steady breathing, bodily rhythms holding you in place.

You separate his hair agonizingly slowly, mindful that the three sections should be even. You start to braid, the strands rippling like a black satin ribbon whose ends pool through your fingers. It’s not overly oily or greasy, you’re surprised to find. It’s actually very healthy, minus a few dead ends. You’re a little jealous.

A hiccup escapes you. Ryu answers with a chuckle. His deep voice resonates in your stomach, and you unconsciously tighten your knees around his shoulders.

You take it back. You wish you could see his face right now, discomfiture be damned. 

“Shut up,” you hush instead. 

“I didn’t even say anything,” he quips. He likes how you touch his hair. You’re a little out of practice he can tell, but your rustiness makes you even gentler. 

“You can pull harder y’know?” he says, voice low. “I can take it, I promise.”

You can practically hear the smile plastered on his lips. You tug his braid harshly, forcing his head to tilt back. 

“Ow! Ow ow ow. Ow. Okay, okay, I get it!” he surrenders. “‘M never offering you alcohol again.”

Fighting the smile tugging on your own lips, you focus your attention back on the nearly-finished braid in your hands. Ryu holds up his hand, hair tie on his wrist, before you even say anything. Lest his braid and your hard work be undone, you pry it off with one hand and finish the braid. 

Placing a hand on your knee, Ryu turns around. The most sincere thank you leaves him, and you’re sure you’ve died somewhere between accepting that drink and now.

Your face flares. The shorter parts of his hair frame his face, silver streaks partially covering his eye. He’s looking up at you just slightly, and you realize you’ve never seen him this close before. His prominent cheekbones, his downturned eyes, the curve of his lips. Your noses are nearly touching. You almost stop breathing. 

Then it hits you. 

“Pear,” you whisper, breaking the spell.

Not apple or melon.

You giggle. 

With a groan, Ryu stands up. “You’re getting delirious. You need to rest.” 

Heaviness suddenly drags your eyelids downward. It feels good to close them. 

Ryu fights the urge to stroke your cheek with his thumb, instead taking his seat back down beside you on the couch. Eyes still closed, you feel him shift so that his shoulder is beside you.

Wordlessly, you give in, your chin resting on his shoulder. It’s comfortable and perfect, like it was always meant to be there. He strokes your hair, promising to return the favor sometime. 

You dream you’re on a beach. You’re laying on warm sand, courtesy of the sun. The temperature is sublime. 

Only Ryu sits beside you. He’s wearing his usual black samue for some reason, but his katana is nowhere to be seen. You try to joke about his outfit choice. 

This is the beach, you say. We don’t have to work anymore. 

He laughs and says something you don’t hear. It makes you want to laugh too though.

A breeze blows by, carrying the scent of salt and ocean. If you turn your head a little, you can smell the slightest hint of pear too.

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a/n: i need more content of this guy, like, yesterday

[kissablesummers]

❝ smokin potna ❞

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆────୨ৎ────⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

﹕ⵌ┆they only do these things with you. No one else.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ contains : Ryu, Yoru/Jin , Tao ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

may be a bit mischaracterized so sorry 🥹🤞

˚⊱🪷⊰˚

Ryu only drinks with you.

When I say drink, I don't mean a few shots. I'm talking heavy drinking til you both pass out.

It's his way of saying he trusts you. that he loves you.

After being nagged all day by Alma and who ever needs him, he yearns to settle down and take a couple drinks.

Hes quick to shoo people off when he's worn out, quick to nap.

But you, you're exactly who he's staying up for.

As he lays down on his side, or perhaps sitting, either way he's by you, drinking straight from the bottle.

He shrugs you off when you joke about him being greedy.

When the bottles are hollowed and clinking on the floor, Ryu is dozed off right beside you.

˚⊱🪷⊰˚

Apart from Yomi, Yoru only shares with you.

You're his prized possession, he practically worships you and the ground you walk on.

After dinner, if you ever have a sweet tooth, Yoru is there to give you as much sweets as you want.

One piece left? No problem, he'll give you the whole thing.

Your clothes are ruined? He'll give you an extra of his. Even if it means taking off his own clothes, he would do it for you.

Making you upset would be unforgivable in his eyes.

˚⊱🪷⊰˚

Tao only vents to you.

Whenever you're alone, watching her smoke, her eyes caught in a daze. Her face drenched in guilt.

It only takes one tap on the shoulder, a calm "Tao." And she's ready to unravel.

No one, not even Alma knows much about what she went through. She's tough to get reach, hard to crack.

But with you? God, how could she not open up? You've won her heart over all.

Tao allows you to rest your head on her shoulder, to look her in the eyes even if she doesn't do the same.

She's content, quiet, low toned, and honest. Most of the time she doesn't cry, she doesn't want to. But you remind her that it's you, not anyone else.

not the people from her past.

It's you.

that it's okay to let tears drop here and there.

In the end, you hand her a cigarette and unwind to the sounds of her blowing out the smoke, taking in her scent.

[tamsywindsup]

Gokurakugai chapter 33 title colored page, “Lone Wolf”, featuring Ryu-san!

[uneo00]

Yoru again 🥴

[orchidivares]

It's a chance I'll take... heaven can wait ♡♡♡

Characters: Ryu Seno (Gokurakugai), f!reader

Warnings: piv sex, pwp (porn with a little plot), morning/tired sex, praise, aftercare, overstimulation if you squint, oral (f! Recieving), dirty talk

Summary: Your husband, Ryu, woke up extremely early. For what reason? Who knows. His stirring ended up waking you up. After hearing you whine about being woken up so early, Ryu offers to make it up to you. And you immediately jump at that opportunity.

♬: Heaven can wait - Micheal Jackson

A/N: 🤓

Ryu's eyes open as he groans. He can just tell he woke up too early. He turns to look at the clock on the nightstand. Yup. Way too early. 5:26 a.m.. He usually wakes up at– the earliest– 11 a.m. or at– the latest– 1 p.m.. He rubs his eyes, looking down at the body in his arms. You. You're still sleeping, of course.

He leans down and kisses your head, his arms tightening around you. He closes his eyes, trying to go back to sleep.

A couple minutes pass, and Ryu is still not back to sleep. You slowly wake up, your eyes opening and your body shifting to get more comfortable in Ryu's arms. Your arms are bent, pressed against both of your chests. You bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck. You two look at each other at the same time. God, you look beautiful.

"G'morning..." you smile, your voice raspy from the sleep.

"Morning." Ryu's voice is deeper, raspier too. He clears his throat.

You swing a leg over his, and his leg situates between yours. You both snuggle closer to each other. Your cheek presses against his collarbone, and his cheek presses against your head. Minutes of silence go by, the only noise being the world waking up outside.

"You woke me up," you break the silence, pulling away from his collarbone and laying your head on the pillows to look at him.

"Did I?"

"Mhm."

He lets out a breath, like an almost-laugh. He leans in, kissing your forehead and cheekbone.

"Sorry," he backs up from your face and yawns.

"It's too earlyyyy..." you whine and snuggle close to him again, your cheek against his chest.

Ryu smiles tiredly, holding your torso up to his tighter.

"I don't know what woke me up," he mutters against your hair. You let out a "mm." and the silence continues for a while longer. "Or..." Ryu breaks the silence this time. You look up at him. "I can make it up to you?"

"...with what?"

"With me."

He dives into your neck, kissing it. He kisses the sides of your neck, collarbone, shoulders, jawline, all the way up to your lips. He cups your face in his hands, kissing you slowly, intimately. Your arm comes off from around his neck, your hand gently holding the hand that's on your cheek. He pulls away, his lips trailing down to your neck again.

"Ryu..." you pant and run your fingers through his hair. He doesn't reply, his mouth staying on your neck. "...Ryu..." you repeat.

He pulls away from your neck and looks at you. "...yeah?"

"Make it up to me."

And with that, he crashes his lips on yours again. He climbs on top of you, the blanket shielding you from the morning cold. Your hands run through his hair as you kiss. Under the blanket, he pulls your underwear and shorts off. He pulls down his boxers with one hand while the other opens your thighs. He grabs his dick and starts rubbing it up and down your slit. You moan into the kiss. Ryus eyes open slightly as he continues kissing you. He sees you forcing your eyes closed from the pleasure. He smiles at the sight. Once he feels you get wet enough, he thrusts into you, slowly.

You let out a quiet squeal and subconsciously open your legs wider. Ryu wastes no time and starts thrusting slowly. He pulls away from the kiss, and you start moaning. His forehead presses against your cheek. His hands hold onto your hips for leverage.

"...you look like an angel..." he whispers roughly and kisses your jawline.

You moan softly at the praise. He feels you get more aroused, and he picks up speed slightly to feel more of your arousal.

"You feel so good around me... love you and this perfect pussy..."

He pulls back to make eye contact, and your hands slide down to his shoulders when he straightens up. He leans in and kisses you passionately, tongue and all. Your arms go around his neck again, and you struggle a bit to kiss back, interrupted by your moans, but you try your best. Ryu lets out a small laugh at your struggle.

It doesn't take long into the session before his pace grows impatient and faster. Your hands slide down to his biceps, your nails digging into his muscle. The noises of the bed rocking, his skin slapping against yours, his occasional groans and praises, and your tired, raspy moans fill the room.

"God... you're incredible, [nickname]..." Ryu leans in and kisses your lips once, then moves down to your chin and cheek.

"My beautiful, gorgeous wife..." he whispers against your neck. "...all mine. Every part of you is... wonderful."

His praises continue as his pace reaches almost brutality. You grip onto his biceps with more force, and he holds into your hips tighter. You moan his name repeatedly, as if you were begging. For what? Mercy? More? Who knows. Ryu pushes your hair out of your face with one hand and cup your cheek. He stares at you for a second, and his dick twitches inside of you.

"...'m close, Ryu..."

"I know, angel, I know..." Ryu bends down, wrapping his arms around your torso, his pace continuines being fast, his face next to yours. "I have you right here, pretty."

Your arms wrap and tighten around his neck. You and Ryu's lips are inches apart. His eyes are half-lidded, looking at you, while yours are closed, focused on your orgasm that's about to pass through. When it finally does, your legs shake and attempt to close around Ryu's body. You moan loudly, throwing your head back. Ryu takes this opportunity to dive in and kiss your neck. His hand slips down between your thighs and his thumb lands on your clit. It rubs soft circles on your pearl. You moan shakily, your body instinctively trying to squirm away, but Ryu's other hand keeps your body against the mattress.

After a while, Ryu's thrusts get more and more sloppy, and his groans fade more into moans. He presses against you one last time and cums inside you. He grabs your face and kisses you softly and passionately. The kiss was needy, frantic, but intimate.

"I want more... gimme more..." you moan into the kiss.

"Anything you want, pretty, anything you want..." Ryu flips you over to lay on your stomach, pulling the blanket off of you, causing you to shiver a little.

He kisses the back of your head, his lips trailing down your neck, shoulders, spine, ass, and thighs. As he kisses you, you bend your arms at the elbows in front of you and lay your head on your crossed arms. Ryu opens your legs, kissing from your ass to your inner thighs as he grabs a pillow and puts it under your hips. Without a second thought, he leans in licking up and down your pussy. His hands spread open your asscheeks to get a better angle. He laps at your pussy, his hands trailing from your ass to your hips.

He moves his face up and down, devoring you. You moan softly, grinding your hips against his face. He gets impossibly closer to you, his nose prodding against your asshole. Ryu closes his eyes as he makes out with your pussy, his hand comes off your hip and trails upwards. His hand trails up your spine, and when his arm is fully stretched, he pulls your arm out from under your head. His fingers trail down your arm slowly until it reaches your hand. You hold hands– awkwardly because of the position.

Ryu feels on his tongue and lips and hears how your moans grow more high-pitched, meaning you're close. You grip onto his hand. He focuses his attention on your clit. He wraps his lips around it and sucks, hard. His nose prods against your fluttering hole.

With a moan of his name, you cum on his face. He moves up to lap at your hole some more. Your hand goes limp against his. Ryu move his hand back to your waist, continuing to drink your pussy while you let out some pathetic excuses for moans.

Finally, Ryu pulls away. He trails kisses all the way up to your neck. From your pussy to your thighs, then ass, all the way up your spine, the back of your neck and the side of your neck.

"You taste so good, [nickname]." He presses his flushed cheek against yours.

As he talks, his knees spread your legs. He pumps his already hard dick and presses the tip against your sensitive hole.

"...so good. My perfect, pretty girl... feels like I'll get a cavity just by being around you, sweet thing..." Ryu mutters between kisses, he's placing right under your ear. You giggle tiredly at the corny compliment.

"My angel-" He cuts himself off with a groan as he plunges into you.

You two moan at the same time. You from the feeling of him back inside you; him from the feeling of your wet, still-spasming pussy around him.

Ryu waits no time to start moving. His pelvis slams against your ass over and over again. Your ass ripples with every thrust against your plump flesh. Your arm goes back to bend in front of you like before. Ryu's arms prop himself up above you. He moans your name.

Ryu straightens up a bit, just enough to look at your back. He leans down, kissing as much of your back as he can. He kisses your neck and whispers, "You're so wet... and warm..."

"Ryu..."

"Mmm?"

"...faster."

He immediately follows your orders. He fists the bedsheets as he goes faster, deeper. You look back at him, making eye contact as you moan.

"I-I love you..."

"I love you too, my sweet, beautiful woman..."

It seems like the praise affects him, too. His thrusts get more desperate. More shocks of pleasure go down to his dick as he thrusts into you. He straightens up, again looking down at your arched back. He runs his finger down the indent of your spine and back up to grab the back of your neck gently. He pushes your hair off your neck and leans down to press kisses on your neck. The feeling of his breath on your neck as he kisses you makes you shiver.

He straightens up and puts both hands, palm down, on your back, making your back arch more. Your moans get more frantic.

"Ryu... fuck... im cumming..."

"Mmmm..."

After a couple more thrusts, Ryu starts feeling close, too. He leans down, his cheek pressed against yours. His hands trail from your back to underneath you– your stomach. His arms wrap around your middle as he continues his thrusts. His body is fully pressed against you. His hands, from under you, go up to cup your boob.

You reach your peak with a shaky, tired cry. Ryu feels your pussy spasm and get wetter around him. His thrusts pick up speed, and his groans get shakier. With one last wind-knocking thrust, he reaches his peak again, cumming inside you. His movements come to a stop, dick pulsating deep inside you.

He presses a kiss on your cheek and goes back to pressing his cheek against yours. You groan.

"Baby, you're heavy..." you grumble.

He laughs tiredly, "Rude."

"Mmm... get oooooff..."

"Nah, pretty. I'm comfortable right here." He grins down at your tired face.

"Ryuuu." You whine.

"Fine, fine." He kisses your neck and cheek and rolls off of you.

You turn around to face him, and he takes you in his arms, holding you close to his chest and pulling the blanket over the two of you. He grabs your chin and kisses you. Slow and passionate. You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss.

You both pull away, both of your eyes exhausted, with a smile.

"Did I successfully make it up to my angel?"

"Mhm."

He pecks your lips. "You tire me out."

"Payback for waking me up."

Ryu lets out a laugh and kisses you again. He goes back to holding you. He places a kiss on your head and scoots closer to you.

It doesn't take long for him to fall right back to sleep. You hear his snoring and look up to see his sleeping face. You kiss his jawline and snuggle close to him again, closing your eyes to fall back asleep, too.

[ma4chestier]

ragebaiter vs ragebaited aah fight

truly my nonchalant king. this is why he's my favorite. i am so sorry to all the previous characters i claimed favorites, i lied. this guy steals the crown

insane panel btw

im in love with this guy

[orchidivares]

NSFW alphabet for Ryu ♡♡♡

Characters: Ryu Seno (Gokurakugai), f!reader

Warning: sex, a lot of alcohol talk, etc

Summary: Title's self-explanatory.

A/N: Sexy ass mf

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

♡ He's HAMMERED after sex. Right after he cums for the last time, hes holding you tight and passing out. Straight to sleep. Whether sober or drunk, he's always tired. Sex makes him extremely tired. If Ryu has to be awake after sex, he's super sluggish and lazy and tired out. He can barely drink afterward because alcohol makes him even more tired, and he doesn't want to pass out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

♡ On you, he likes your bare back. He just likes the way it looks, arches, and how it feels under his hands. He's always kissing up your back, all the way up to your shoulders and neck. When Ryu has you bent over, fucking you, his eyes are always on your arched back. His fingers trail up and down the indent of your spine, sensually, making you shiver. It's even better for his view if you have back dimples/dimples of venus.

♡ On him, it's his torso/abs. He's very proud of them. He's in his 40s with alcohol problems and manages to maintain abs? Yeah, he's really proud of them. You catch him looking in the mirror a lot, shirtless, just looking at himself. And he loves the feeling of your nails trailing down them when you're on your back or giving him head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

♡ He prefers to cum inside, but sometimes he cums on your pussy. He only really cums inside when hes getting tired and is too tired to have the energy to pull out. Sometimes, hed be going too fast and accidently slip out the last minute and cum on you instead of in you. He prefers to cum inside because since he gets tired after sex, there's no time to clean up if he makes a mess on your back or legs or anywhere else.

♡ When you're giving him head, he lets you take control so wherever he cums is where you want him to. He, again, prefers to cum inside. For the cleanliness, but also just watching you attempt to swallow it all.

♡ Because of his alcohol problems, he has some issues when his comes to cumming. Sometimes, it takes him forever to reach that peak, and other times, he lasts nothing. He apologizes a lot for these issues while they're occurring, but you reasure him and keep going until he reaches that peak.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

♡ He likes it when you two bicker like an old married couple. He likes just getting on your nerves, and he laughs every time you swat his arm or head. It makes him happy and giddy, but it also turns him on a little too. Just seeing you going from all big and bad and angry at him to regressing to a whiny, moaning mess under him shifts something in him. It's not really a secret, tho. You can tell that your anger turns him on, but he thinks you can't tell. He thinks you think that he's just a ragebaiter.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

♡ If you're in a long-term relationship/married: he maybe had one or two previous partners before you, but most of his experience is with you. He knows what he's doing and all of his tips and tricks from experimenting with you. Exploring and experimenting with you uncovered a lot of kinks you both have and share.

♡ If your relationship is newer: he's had a couple hookups and one night stands, some drunken encounters here and there. He went to a brothel once, and he didn't enjoy it, so that never happened again. He just stuck to bar hookups or friends with benefits. He knows what he likes and doesn't like, how a woman's body works, and all of that stuff. He learned it over time, tho. He figures out after a bit what you're into and works with that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

♡ His top favorites are Spooning, The Crab, Doggystyle, and Missionary.

♡ Spooning usually happens when it's late at night or early in the morning, and you two are having lazy sex. A lot of your sessions are tired sex. Either right before you two fall asleep or as soon as you wake up.

♡ The Crab usually happens when he wants to hit it from the back, but his legs give out. He just likes the closeness and the intimacy.

♡ Doggystyle is one of his fav favorite positions. His hands hold onto your thighs, your hips, or your arms. He likes watching your ass move with his thrusts and watching your back hunch and arch.

♡ Missionary is one of his favorites because of the intimacy. He likes watching your face and also watching your tits bounce. I'll get more into the intimacy aspect later on, but he likes this position because he can kiss you everywhere easier. Ankles, neck, shoulders, lips, etc etc.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

♡ If he's ever goofy, it's accidental. He's more on the intimate side during sex. Sometimes, if he's drunk or a little tipsy, he gets a bit more clumsy and silly.

♡ Sometimes, his dick slips out too often, and he gets frustrated, he goes to kiss you and misses your lips, he says something intentionally funny, etc etc.

He's thrusting into you when, for the fifth time, his dick slips out of you. He groans, annoyed.

"Can this stupid thing work?... Fuck..."

You giggle and he looks up at you, confused.

"What's so funny, hm?"

♡ But if other than the unintentional silliness, he's more serious and intimate. He's the "making love not fucking" kind of guy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

♡ He doesn't really shave like ever. It's just that he naturally doesn't grow body hair that frequently, so naturally, he doesn't have much. He has a bit of a bush down there– happy trail included– and some light chest and arm/leg hair. The only hair he really trims is his face stuble, but even that's he barely does.

♡ He knows you love the sight of the happy trail, so he never trims or shaves it at all. He walks around the house in only pants, no underwear, pulled down enough to see the trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

♡ Very intimate. Innocent touches, praise, a whole of kissing, yk. Ryu sees sex more as "love making" than "fucking". Esp if youre married.

♡ He touches you a lot during sex. His hands are always on you. Pushing your hair out of the way to look at your face, hands squeezing and caressing your hips, fingers tracing your spine, lightly slapping your ass, kneading your boobs, holding your hand, his arms around your waist, etc etc. His hands just always have to be on you.

♡ He's kissing you a lot during sex too. He kisses everywhere and anywhere. Kissing your face, neck, and shoulders, kissing your ankles, kissing down your spine and ass before he eats it from behind, kissing your inner thighs before he eats you on from the front, kissing and sucking on your tits as he fingers you, making out with you while he roughly fucks you.

♡ As much as Ryu loves kissing and sucking on you, he makes sure to put hickies on areas that people won't see. He's classy with his intimacy. If your hair covers your neck, he'll put hickies on the back of your neck. Your inner thighs are littered in hickies too. Just anywhere where he knows only he will see. Though, there's rare times where he's a little woozy, and all that "class" flies out the window. But he apologizes in the morning as he watches you try to cover the marks up with makeup. His clothes cover most of his body, so he lets you go crazy with hickies (thought you also are mindful about where you put them).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

♡ He only really masterbates when he's sexually frustrated and you're away/on a trip. Ryu jacks off in the shower because it's cleaner that way. He doesn't jack off to anything of yours– like a picture or piece of clothing– necessarily, he just closes his eyes and imagines everything.

♡ His forearm is on the show wall, his forehead against his forearm, his eyes closed, and brows frowned as he roughly fists his dick. He moans your name when he cums and he runs his hands down his face, still frustrated. When he comes out of the shower and freshens up, he calls you. He doesn't tell you about what happened earlier. He just calls to hear your voice. When you finally come back, he's confessing everything while he pounds into you, making up for the lost time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

♡ Some kinks he has are orgasm control, katoptronophilia, eye contact, lingerie, and praise.

♡ He likes orgasm control because, obvi, he likes the control. He also likes the feeling of you spasm around his dick and getting wetter. He always eggs you on and forces you to have as many orgasms as you can have.

♡ (For those who don't know, katoptronophilia is mirror sex.) As stated before, he's often in front of mirrors to check himself out, and that doesn't stop during sex. He doesn't check himself out during sex tho, he checks you out. Ryu also likes to make eye contact through the mirror in poses where you can't make eye contact regularly.

♡ Speaking about eye contact, it's another kink of his. It's intimacy of it. He loves your eyes and watching how your eyes and face contorting in pleasure. He doesn't really care if you pull your eyes away from him because of pleasure. He just wants his eyes on yours. Sometimes he'll ask you to look at him, sometimes he doesn't.

♡ Ryu likes lingerie, too. Specifically red or white, and if its one of those lace bodysuit things, he likes them in black too. He likes lingerie, but not like every night. He likes it on special days like holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. He doesn't even care if it's new or you've worn it before. And he doesn't rip it off or damage it either. He either fucks you with it on or carefully takes it off. But he prefers to fuck you with it on.

♡ His top favorite kink is praise. Specifically giving praise. He's always blabbering about how good you feel, how perfect you are, how beautiful you look, etc etc while he's rearranging your guts. Sometimes, you can't even make out what he says, but by the tone of his voice, you know he's praising you. He says "Atta girl" and "Good girl" a lot. He would never ever degrade you. Sorry girls who like being degraded.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

♡ His go-to location is the bedroom on your shared bed. Sometimes, though, in the heat of the moment, you two got at it on the couch or shower. Couch because maybe a movie night turned a little sexual or you two just got back from somewhere, and you're both too pent up to go to the bedroom. Shower sex happens every time you two shower together. He can't help it. You just look too good, covered in warm water and soap.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

♡ Everything you do gets him going. If you're in the mood, so is he. But to get him to have a boner, you have to sit on his lap, touch him sensually, and kiss his neck. Sometimes, you don't have to be doing something suggestive to get him hard. Eating something while maintaining eye contact, putting on lipstick/gloss, stretching and making a noise. He just stares at you like that one imagine of the "he wants that cookie so bad" meme.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

♡ As stated before, he won't even degrade you. In and out of the bedroom. He's not into much S&M either, since that involved hurting/humiliating you. Ryu does indulge in some spanking. If you're into things like gagging, bondage, etc, he'll do it but moderately.

♡ Lik any normal person, he says no to blood, vomit, piss or shit kinks. He does not want that at all.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

♡ Aaking his to pick between giving or receiving is like impossible. He is not picking one or the other. Gun to his head, which one is he preferring? Pull the trigger. So safe to say, he likes both.

♡ He's so sloppy when his eats your pussy. It's like he's eating a really loaded burger– its messy, loud, sauces get everywhere. That how he eats you out. It's messy, loud, and your juices get everywhere. And it's even worse when he's drunk. When hes drunk, hes always tiredly babbling against your pussy as he makes out with you. I mean, it feels good because of the vibrations, so no one's complaining here.

♡ Ryu's relatively quiet when you suck him off until you start running your hands up and down his torso, slowly. He has one hand holding your hair in a ponytail, the other supporting himself again the mattress, with his head thrown back and his legs in a manspread. He likes it when you gag, and he feels your throat tighten against his tip.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

♡ He can be all of everything. Usually, his pace starts slow and sensual, taking in all of the intimacy and whatnot. But once he starts getting close or needy, his pace gets faster and rougher. It's still passionate and intimate no matter the pace, but it sure does go from slow to fast pretty quickly. He says he prefers a slower pace, but you both know that's not true. Not to say being slow won't get him off– it does– but going faster is so much more pleasurable. Your cries, the way your body shakes and squirms, the way your eyes look at him either directly or through the mirror. It's all too addicting for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

♡ Quickies rarely happen because of the way he passes out after sex. It doesn't matter what time it is or how sober or drunk he is, after a nut– or a couple even– he has to knock out and regenerate. They only happen when you're both on a trip or mission, and you two have to do something or else you'll like explodes or something. But that's rare. He prefers to take his time, let yourself be loud and maybe messy without the situation of having to go out and see people immediately after your session.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

♡ Ryu is very willing to experiment unless it's on his "no" list. You two do it and try new things, then go to sleep, and when you wake back up and are energized again, you two talk about it. Whether you liked it or not, whether you'll do it again or not. Sometimes, if youre really paying attention, he'll comment on it as you go.

"Why didn't we try this sooner?"

Stuff like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

♡ It's depends on the day. As stated before, there's some days where he cums too fast or struggle to cum because of his addiction. So it really matters what day it is. Sometimes he can go for round after round after round because it takes longer and less energy to cum. Other times, he can only go for 1 or 2 rounds because he came too fast, and it took a lot of energy from him. And on normal days, he can last about 2-3 before he hits the hay.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

♡ He didn't have any toys before meeting you. So all of the toys he has were yours first. That be dildos, vibrators, gagging devices, rope, etc. He doesn't use them on himself since he only masterbates in the shower and on the rare occasions that you're away. And since they're mainly there to use on you. He doesn't use them on you either during sex unless you tell him to. The main one he does like using on you is the vibrator because it pulls orgasms from you so easily, and we both know how much he loves pulling orgasms from you over andover again.He's on the line of vanilla and freak– to freaky to be vanilla and too vanilla to be freaky.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

♡ He teases a whole lot, in and out of the bedroom. Poking at you to tick you off and annoying you on purpose– then in bed, pulling orgasms from you and talking dirty to you in a way he knows drives you crazy. He has a shit eating grin/smirk every time you give him the reaction he wants. Whether that be a smack and a harsh saying of his full government name or a loud, whiny moan/cry.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

♡ He's not quiet at all. When he's drunk, he's feelings more, so he's louder. When he's sober, he's still loud, but it's either moms/groans or words and sentences.

♡ When he's drunk, he feels everything ten times more. His moans are shamless, right in your ear or against your skin, and even they are slurred slightly from the alcohol. He groans too but they always sound closer to moans than groans.

♡ When he's sober, he's slightly quieter but still loud. His moans are softer, and his groans are more groan-like. He (unfortunately) doesn't whimper or whine, just moans with occasional groans. And groans usually come when he's close or his pace picks up speed. He always talks dirty in your ear, too, so if he's not being loud with his moans/groans, he's being loud with his words.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

♡ Ryu says he kept the grey streak in his hair because he doesn't care too much about his appearance or clothes when he's outside. It's partially true. But in reality, his hair is kept that way because you said the grey streak is sexy. And he obviously wants to look his best for the love of his life, so he keeps it. But nobody knows that. They just assume and have been told that he keeps it because he doesnt care about it.

♡ He gets red so quickly. His whole face blushes red and gets hot. You two could be out in public, and you could kiss him or cuddle against him, and his face is burning up. Or, on the other hand, you could be stripping to start sex or stepping out in lingerie, and his face is burning up. If you tease or poke fun at it, he groans, rolls his eyes and his face gets redder. This time from embarrassment.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

♡ His dick is heavyyyyyy. It slaps his leg when he walks. It's on the longer and thicker side. His dick is 7 inches long and 2½ inches in girth. It has a slight curve upwards, but it's barely noticeable. You'd have to stare really hard at it to see it. But you can sure feel it. It has subtle veins all over his base, but not too much that it looks gross yk. His tip gets red when he blushes/face gets red.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

♡ Ryu never really initiates sex. He leaves it to you. If he wants sex, he'd kiss you or start touching you so you could initiate it. If you initiate sex by yourself, he mostly always says yes. He only turns down sex when he's too tired or is feeling angsty about something.

♡ As high as his sex drive is– no matter how much he insists it's not that crazy high– he'll never beg for sex. If he starts touching or kissing you and you're not feeling it, he's backing off. He may be horny but he's not needy or desperate.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

♡ As stated before, he's HAMMERED after sex. After cumming for the last time, hes got a couple seconds left awake before hes counting sheep. Occasionally, rarely, he has the energy to ask if you're okay or whisper one last praise to you before he knocks out. Rarely.

♡ He always has such good sleep after sex tho. Ryu claims the best sleep he's ever had was every time he had sex before sleeping. Pussy so good it knocks him out, ig.

♡ It's doesn't even have to be penetrative to knock him out. He actually doesn't even need to cum for your pussy to affect him so much. He could spend all night eating your pussy and sleep like a rock right after. Maybe its a you thing. You put him to sleep. Who knows.

Tumblr is being stupid they're trying to silence me

[im-n-your-walls]

—our girl ⋆˚✿˖°

❀ tbh I don’t think you and ryu would start out in a relationship but nei being the thing that brought you together

❀ after nei’s parents passed and she came to your institution she became very clingy

↳ when she first started training with ryu you would have to be with her in the room

❀ ryu probably was interested in you before but was to lazy or unmotivated to talk to you but now with nei you had a common talkigg n point

↳ quick hellos passing in the hallways soon became full on conversations about your “child” you were co parenting

❀ nei was also very much shipping yall

↳ i mean the both of you deeply cared for her, some more than others *cough cough* ryu *cough coughing coughfy*

❀ I think how the two of you would get together is say nei’s birthday and you wanted to bake her a cake. Ryu tagged along to get some booze and he said he didn’t trust you getting what he wanted.

“Ahh here we are” you smiled, picking out a chocolate box cake. You were about put it in your basket just when a calloused hand snatches the red box and slams it back down on the shelf. You swiveled your head to the right to be met uncomfortably close with Ryu who has split from you pretty early on to look at the sake.

“She deserves better” he only grunted, staring coldly in your eyes.

“Then what do you propose?” You said trying to remain calm. To be honest you couldn’t tell the rain your voices cracked was from the fact his breath already stunk of liquor or the fact that his face was so close to your you could feel his breath.

“We make er one” he burped passing past you, bumping his shoulder on yours and snatching your basket. He quickly started shoveling things into the basket and left without a word to checkout, leaving you stranded alone next to cheap box cake and icing.

❀ since nei was a young child who had just lost her parents she grew every close to the both of you, calling you dad and /your preferred title/

❀ after you gave her the cake you two had spent late into the night baking she’d demand the three of you always be together one on each side

↳ this action brought the two of you and Ryu together, he was actually the one to ask you out

Ryu had put it in his normal aloof persona. It was a normal Tuesday and you were going through paperwork, checking what needed to be done by what time on what day. You could immediately tell who had opened the work space door when your sinuses were overcome with the stench of sake. “What do you want Ryu?” You sighed calmly, not even looking up at him as he stood at your side.

“Nei calls you her parent right?” He slurred pointing with his bottle at your temple. You nodded, a little confused. He continued, “and she calls me father” he said poking his chest in the center, “so I was thinking”

“Wow amazing” you sarcastically joked.

He responded in the same tone, “haha so funny.” Shifting almost nervously on his feet he continued, “I wanna know if you wanna tie that parental knot with me.”

“So you wanna get married?” You joked spinning your chair to face him.

“No no, not yet” he grunted although he said the last bit under his breath, possibly as a joke, you couldn’t really tell. “I’m asking you out.”

“No way!” You sarcastically said as if you were shocked. “Stop pulling my foot and leave Ryu” you jokingly kicked his shin softly.

“M not” he responded with a deadpan expression, “I wanna go out with you and be a better father figure to nei”

Your cheek burned up when you realized he was serious, “ah well sure,” you managed to stay mostly composed. “where and what time?” You smiled.

“Hmm” he hummed, “tomorrow, 7pm, at that hot pot down the road.”

“Alright I’ll tell the director” you smiled.

“Good” he nodded.

An- old man simp >:DD

[artsywitchh]

I WAS WAITING FOR THISSSSS TYYYYYYY 😭😭😭💘💘💘💘💘

[beannoice]

Wanted to work on colors and ended up drawing Nei from Gokurakugai!! <3

https://ko-fi.com/benoicey

[rebgumi]

that character in his thirties (or older) who’s tired of life, is a bit grumpy (and so hot), but decides to adopt one or more kids and would give his life for them if necessary.

my type absolutely

"but Reb, Oda is only 23, and Yami isn't even 30 yet." "Listen, idc what the authors say. Oda is in his thirties, and if it were up to me, Yami would be close to 40."

[bokunocolor]

Ryu Seno is so cool. Def my type for sure.

[pin-yao]

[tamsywindsup]

Belated birthday illustration for Nei, from Yuto Sano-sensei! 🎂

[vixvaporub]

Gokurakugai by Yuto Sano – Chapter 33 ⦿ Lone Wolf