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captain-hawks · 7 months

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JUST ONE LOOK

♡ — keigo takami x f!reader

Your mysterious shopping bag of lingerie can only go unmentioned and unworn for so long before Keigo’s nosiness wins out. Naturally, he takes matters into his own hands…and finds out a thing or two about himself along the way.

18+ ONLY

wc — 2.5k

prompt — oral fixation, lingerie, praise

additional content — established relationship, smut, masturbation, panty kink, light voyeurism, allusion to unprotected p in v + creampie, cum eating, needy/horny keigo

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Keigo shifts from where he’s seated uncomfortably on the couch for what might be the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. Thousandth, even.

He’s fairly certain that he’s on the verge of losing his mind—if the continuous tremor of anticipation rippling through his feathers is anything to go by. He’s accidentally sent no less than eight of them zipping across the room today without warning, much to the chagrin of your cat.

So maybe he’s just a little on edge.

Two weeks ago, you cheerfully walked through the front door of your shared apartment, kicking off your shoes as you attempted to maneuver your way through the entry hall with a large assortment of shopping bags clutched in your hands. Keigo had kissed you on the forehead and swiftly took the cumbersome bags from you, ushering you off to where takeout and a movie were already queued up in the living room waiting for your arrival.

He’d preened a bit as you twirled back around, stealing a kiss from his lips before bounding off toward the smell of food. Meanwhile, Keigo nearly dropped the bags himself moments later when he tried to get them all through your bedroom door at the same time, one of them ultimately falling to the floor in the process.

After stowing the rest of them away in the corner, he turned around for the lone fallen soldier—a small, nondescript black bag with matching tissue paper. But as he went to pick it up to add it to your pile that you’d inevitably sift through tomorrow morning, he froze in place, eyes catching sight of a flash of bright red lace peeking out from the wrappings. Like a beacon.

While he knew better than to pry—he’d learned his lesson after he was feeling particularly nosey one Christmas Eve—he couldn’t help the wolfish grin that spread across his face as he tucked the bag away with the rest. No matter the article of clothing, Keigo had a thing for seeing you in red.

A very, very big thing.

A “sorry for popping a boner in the middle of the restaurant, but your red lipstick is distracting me” thing.

A “sorry, I know we just got to the gala, but you’re in a little red dress, and I think I might come in my pants before they start bringing the hors d’oeuvres out if we don’t go fuck in the bathroom” kind of thing.

And it’s not that you didn’t already have any red lingerie, because you certainly did. Keigo had ruined and ripped more of them than he could count. But the thought that you’d discreetly brought something new home to surprise him? Well, that had a bolt of arousal shooting straight to his groin, cock jumping excitedly in his sweatpants without an ounce of shame.

But it’s been fifteen and a half days now, not that he’s counting.

Fifteen and half days of waiting for you to reveal your little surprise to him, his dick now sore from constantly being half hard with anticipation every second that he’s around you.

Valentine’s Day, your birthday, his birthday, your anniversary—it’s not close enough to any significant date that he can think of that perhaps you’d be waiting for. So the fact that you might just come strutting into the bedroom after a shower suddenly wearing them any old night of the week?

Keigo knows he can be a little dramatic sometimes.

(Really, he’s well aware.)

(He thinks it makes him a bit more charming and endearing—or at least that’s what you’ve told him.)

And maybe he has a tendency to over exaggerate his needs a bit, like when he texts you in the middle of the work day and says he’s going to die if he can’t come steal you for a quickie on your lunch break.

(Not that you mind one bit.)

But he’s definitely not exaggerating when he decides in the bathroom that he’s completely and totally lost it past the point of no return now, because his goddamn dick is too hard to even take a piss. He’s been toying with the idea of just outright telling you he saw them, offering you pleading eyes and a little flutter of his wings as he coyly asks when you’re going to wear them for him.

…but then if you did have a surprise planned, he’ll feel terrible for spoiling it.

So maybe he’ll just go take a peek.

For science.

To tide himself over.

(You know how needy he is, and he’s taking it upon himself to make the unilateral decision that you’d understand. You’d take pity on him and his aching dick.)

He carefully makes his way into the bedroom, quiet as a mouse—even though he’s fully aware you won’t be home from work for another three hours. The lingerie is surprisingly easy to find, shiny black bag primly folded over and tucked into the back corner of your sock drawer.

Just a look.

One look, and he can go be an impatient, horny weirdo jerking off to the thought of you wearing them once he has a mental image of the full spread.

But—

Keigo quirks a brow as he takes the single piece of lingerie out of the bag, a feather darting out from his left wing to prod at the material. The red thong hanging from his pointer finger has a lacy waistband, a silky satin pouch of material in the front, and a thin string in the back, which connects to the waistband with a small, delicately-placed bow.

Something about them looks…different than your other panties, the rest of the dainty little thongs tucked away in the drawer above your socks that he’s intimately familiar with. Eyes darting back to the bag, he spies a piece of paper lying curled up at the bottom. It’s just the receipt, and he’s not sure what exactly compels him to do it, but all of his questions are immediately answered when his eyes begin to scan the thin, white sheet.

Written in bold, capital letters in the middle of the paper, itemizing the purchase, are the words: MEN’S THONG.

Oh.

And suddenly the way the front of the material is a bit larger than he’s used to seeing…makes sense.

Keigo quietly tucks the panties back into the bag, putting it back where he found it before closing the drawer and walking out of your bedroom. He spends approximately twenty-six minutes sitting on the couch, watching a cooking show without absorbing a single bit of what’s being said. Another eleven minutes are spent rearranging the order of your plants sitting along one of the windowsills and agonizing over whether or not the painting hanging above the fireplace is straight.

He accidentally feeds the cat twice.

Just shy of forty-five minutes have passed when Keigo finally stalks back into the bedroom and digs the thong out of the drawer, hastily tossing the bag aside. His clothes end up in a similar state, carelessly discarded on the floor a moment later.

He can offer little explanation as to why he ends up in bed, wings relaxed as he leans back against the cushioned headboard, gaze trained on his lower half. Already hard as a rock, Keigo’s thick cock barely fits in the panties despite the fact that they’re made for men, his engorged balls taking up most of the space inside. Flushed head poking out from the waistband, he’s transfixed by the way the precum dripping from his slit leaves a dark, wet stain on the satin. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes the color of the panties is a near perfect match for his wings.

While he’s not sure what your plan was here, Keigo thinks you’ve probably let this purchase sit as you contemplate the right time to find the way to say, “Hey babe, would you mind wearing a thong for me?”

And in theory, Keigo’s not quite sure how he may have initially responded, in all honesty.

In theory.

In practice, the moment he realized what he was holding in his hands, he was overcome with the uncontrollable desire to know what it would feel like to stroke his cock through the satin. To fuck his fist till he’s spurting hot cum all over the panties. To feel your pretty little pussy squeezing down on him when he ruts into you while he’s wearing them, lacy waistband straining tightly against his hips.

“Oh fuck,” Keigo moans, roughly running a hand over his hair as he begins to palm himself through the panties.

You bought these for him.

He’s so fucking hard, his dick is going to explode.

More precum leaks out of him, leaving behind a slippery, damp surface for the satin to slide up and down his cock as he begins to rock his hips upward into his closed fist. Eyes falling shut, he bites his lip and groans, forcing himself to take it slow and savor the tremors of pleasure simmering inside of him. There’s a small part of him that wonders how he’s going to wash the inevitable mess out of the thong when he’s finished without you noticing, but that’s a problem for future Keigo who can think straight once his balls aren’t floating with an overabundance of cum.

—

On a normal day, Keigo knows you’re home before your key even turns in the lock.

But today, you make it all the way into the slightly ajar doorway to your bedroom, and even then, he doesn’t notice your presence.

The sight before you takes your breath away—Japan’s number two hero, wings twitching and toes curling, moaning and panting and outright fucking whimpering as he jerks off while wearing a bright red thong. Not a single scenario that you imagined while buying the panties can even hold a candle to this.

Completely mesmerized by the way his thighs tremble with the effort to maintain a semblance of control, you can’t help but stand there and quietly observe for a few moments. You know what it feels like to be beneath him, atop him, beside him when he gets like this—desperate and aching and a little bit feral. But watching him from afar like this carves out a new place inside of you, a new pocket of hunger you hadn’t even realized existed until this moment.

“Baby,” Keigo finally breathes out as he realizes he’s not alone, golden eyes trained on you as he continues to stroke himself through the thong.

He exhales a shaky breath when you settle down beside him on the bed, head leaning against the headboard as he turns it to the side.

“Found your present,” he admits, though his attempts to look remorseful are nullified by his rough voice and flushed face. “Sorry I spoiled the surprise.”

Another moan escapes his throat, and his eyes fall shut as he arches his back, squeezing firmly at the base of his shaft, not quite ready to finish just yet. You shift slightly, thighs rubbing together as your cunt clenches around nothing, wetness beginning to seep into your underwear.

You could climb into Keigo’s lap right now, letting your tits spill out of your breezy little sundress as you bunch up the skirt, shuddering at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you through your panties. He’d hook a finger in them, tugging them aside before sinking two digits right into your pussy, just the way you like it. You’d squeeze his rock hard erection through his silky, red thong, mirroring the way he stretched your own panties to the side to reveal the full length of his thick, weeping cock. Together, you’d make a filthy, wet, sticky mess—and merely seeing his panties covered in your cum and his own would find you begging him to bend you over and take you again, roughly fucking you into the mattress till you’re sobbing his name and filled deeply with his seed.

But you can save that for tomorrow.

Later tonight, even.

Right now, you’re overcome with the need to watch him bring himself to completion. You lean in, mouth ghosting over his as you let your tongue gently slide over his bottom lip. He shivers.

“This is better than any way I imagined giving them to you.”

He captures your tongue between his lips, mouth slotting over yours in a messy kiss.

“Can I fuck you in these?”

“Only if you get cum all over them for me first,” you implore him, fingertips caressing the stubble on his jaw.

Keigo moans at your request, the steady rhythm he’s fallen into while fucking his fist faltering, the heavy strokes growing sloppy.

“Feels so good,” he chokes out.

You can’t help but run a hand over your breasts, a breathy sound falling from your lips as you thumb at your peaked, tender nipples. His lust-blown eyes don’t miss the movement, and you squeeze your tits, letting them swell over the low-cut neckline of your dress.

Carding your fingers through his hair, you whisper against the shell of his ear, “I’m so wet just watching you, Keigo.”

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “How wet?”

Leaning back to hold his gaze, you trail a hand beneath your dress and into your underwear, running a finger along your damp slit. You moan in response, unable to deny yourself the pleasure of plunging two fingers into your slippery cunt.

“Show me,” he exhales, toned laced with desperation.

Your pussy twitches in protest when you pull your digits out, but it’s entirely worth it for what happens next—

Placing your fingers in front of Keigo, you expect he’ll offer you a cheeky smile as he licks a broad stroke along the digits, tasting the arousal that’s coating them. Instead, his lips fall open, and he takes your fingers directly into his mouth. The ache between your thighs grows at the sensation of his tongue languidly licking them clean, but he doesn’t stop there. He begins to suck on the digits, replacing the juices from your cunt with his own saliva, golden eyes going hazy as he moans around them.

Heat spreads beneath your skin, desire clawing its way through every crevice of your body, and your own breathing goes ragged at the sight before you. At this rate, Keigo’s going to need to fuck every single one of your holes in those cum-soaked panties tonight before you’ve had your fill of him.

“Good boy,” you murmur, watching the way his wings splay even wider at the praise. “Make a mess.”

Keigo groans loudly at that, his strokes growing erratic as he finally lets his impending climax consume him entirely. Seemingly endless ropes of cum spill from his cock, the thick, eager spurts flooding his panties and painting the length of his chest.

“I hope you saved some for me,” you say when he’s finished, a playful smile on your face as you gesture toward the way his softening shaft is still twitching slightly, small dribbles of cum continuing to weakly leak out of him.

Looking down, he begins to laugh at himself, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand through his messy hair. “I hope you planned on buying mor—”

He chokes mid-sentence as you lean down and begin mouthing at his cock through his panties, running your tongue over the cum that’s leaking through the material.

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mrsshabana · 7 months

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♡ 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 ---- For kinktober this year, @gyusimp and I will be partnering to give you a month full of Gyutaro smut! This masterlist will be updated daily throughout October.

All entries will be Gyutaro x female!reader

18+ MDNI. All kinktober entries contain smut and possible dark content.

We will try our best to post every day according to schedule, but the list could change.

My entries will be posted here on tumblr, while Gyusimp's entries will be posted on AO3. This masterlist will be updated with links to both of our entries.

‧₊❝ 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑶𝑵𝑬 ꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 | Gyusimp

‧₊❝ 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑾𝑶 ꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐍𝐓𝐑 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | Mrs. Shabana

‧₊❝ 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 ꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕: 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎: 𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏: 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 | Gyusimp

‧₊❝ 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 ꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑: 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓: 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖: 𝐒&𝐌 | Mrs. Shabana

‧₊❝ 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 ꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 | Gyusimp

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 | Mrs. Shabana

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏: 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 | Gyusimp 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏: 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 | Mrs. Shabana

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4izawas · 8 months

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𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐒!

welcome to kinktober losers, hope ur ready to get fucked by ur faves.

this year’s theme is age gaps. every fic’ll have a minimum ten year age gap between the reader and the character, so prepare yourselves for that. as always, all fics in the five part fic set will contain cursing and nsfw themes, with potential dark content. all characters are age 30 or older. all works contain age gaps. not your thing? click off now.

please block the tag — kinktober_23.♡ if you don’t want to read any entries.

♡┊𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟑 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 [ 𝐆𝐈. | 𝟐.𝟔𝟏𝐤. ].

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓! ( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋! ) | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “You’re nothing but a filthy temptress,” he groans, pressing his forehead against the soft skin between your shoulderblades. “All you do is beg for my cock — is there nothing else in that empty little head of yours?”

𝐭𝐰: previously established relationship, age gap, breeding kink, reader is neuvillette’s assistant, secret relationship, workplace relationship, degradation, creampies, office sex, mentions of future pregnancy.

♡┊𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟗 ; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬 [ 𝐇𝐒𝐑. | 𝟑.𝟏𝟐𝐤. ].

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 ( 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐫 ) | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, everything I ever searched the stars for…” he whispers in your ear through a pleased sigh, “I love you.”

𝐭𝐰: age gap, creampies, previously established relationship, reader and welt have been together five years pre-caelus and have known each other at least fifteen, oral sex ( fem receiving ), riding, choking ( male receiving ), marriage proposals, reader catching feelings.

♡┊𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟑, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟏𝟕 ; 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 [ 𝐀𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐖. | 𝟒.𝟏𝟗𝐤. ].

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊! | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “Soon, I will make you my wife,” he promises softly, holding her hands to his chest, and Y/N looks up at him with eyes that reflect a million stars as she smiles.

𝐭𝐰: age gap, soft dom tonowari, mentioned past bottom tonowari, romance-oriented, reader is besties w neteyam ( they’ve had some sexytimes tho so besties w benefits real ), bi neteyam supremacy, bi reader too bitch, cockwarming, previously established relationship, secret to not-so-secret relationship, reader and neteyam are twenty, canon divergent world building ( metkayina olo’eyktans commonly have multiple wives, etc ), jealousy.

♡┊𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟒, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟐𝟑 ; 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 [ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀. | 𝟗.𝟑𝟎𝐤. ].

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊! | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “If I see that stupid bitch touch you again, I’ll kill her,” you growl, then yelp when he suddenly flips you, your chest and cheek against brick and his chest to your back. // “If she ever pulls that shit again, I’ll let you.”

𝐭𝐰: age gap, previously established relationship, jealousy, canon typical harrassment, heavy miss joke bashing, death threats, fem reader, villain reader, possessive reader, reader is just a bad person chat idk what else u want me to say, discussions of trauma ( but aizawa refuses to call it that ), morally ambiguous aizawa, ngl he’s also not a great person but he’s hot so it’s okay, villain/hero, femdom, maledom, teasing, biting, nipple sucking, oral sex, slight choking, switch reader, switch aizawa, dacryphilia, fingering, pussy slapping, tit slapping, spitting, creampies, daddy kink, marking, hickeys, also a cat, tko = tofu knockout, class 1-a are little shits.

♡┊𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟓, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟑𝟏 ; 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 [ 𝐍. | 𝟑.𝟎𝟔𝐤. ].

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 - 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓! | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “Y’gotta shut that pretty mouth before you get us caught,” Kakashi moans, his callused hands grasping at your hips as the water sloshes around you. “F-Fuck, that feels good…”

𝐭𝐰: age gap, jonin reader, spoilers for season 2 of naruto, teen death mentions, kakashi & reader are friends, exhibitionism, public sex, bath sex, spit swallowing, biting, creampies, minor cockwarming ( briefly ), y’all nasty af idk what else to tell u homie, previously established relationship.

#kinktober #— kinktober_23.♡#my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #hsr x reader #star rail x reader #genshin impact x reader #naruto x reader #atwow x reader

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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OCTOBER 15TH. CRUELLA DE VIL

“i live for fur, i worship fur. after all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?.”

♱ — shouto todoroki + fearplay.

♱ — synopsis; cruella de vil cruella de vil… if he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will. a man of shouto todoroki’s calibre finds amusement in torturing the one thing he might love more than spots… his favourite little hybrid, his most prized possession…you.

♱ —length; 5.9K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of smoking, cigarette burns, dry humping, shoe humping, stockholm syndrome, orgasm control, fear play, power play, clothed sex, blowjobs, oral sex ( m!receiving ), humiliation, edging, pictures, spit!kink, fem!reader, hybrid!reader, cruella de vil!todoroki. not beta read !

♱ — notes; beep boop !! happy sinister saturday my angels, this week we have one of my faves, cruella de vil 'n shou so i hope you enjoy!! i'm so excited to share this one with you <3 - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

there is always work to be done when achieving perfectionism

discipline and obedience were two very important lessons shouto todoroki had learned early on in life.

though raised with a silver spoon perched between his perfect lips— the man, like any other who has walked this earth, has had his fair share of struggles too. enji todoroki was a man who believed in perfectionism…only achieved by hard work. discipline. obedience.

his father was unrelenting in making sure shouto knew what those words meant, raised up to take over the family business out of the three other siblings in his brood. he was neglected and unloved— but taught lessons on how to manage, make money, to speak when spoken to and listen when required to. shouto was malleable, easily trained back then, worked hard to please his father and all the companies to the family name until his light broke. until he’d had enough.

with uniquely split peppermint hair he’d managed to escape into the shadows with a sum of hush money as though not to spill the evil secrets of his upbringing— shouto had kept his lessons of obedience and discipline in mind. the money he would use as a start up, rationed into portions for rent, food and materials for the clothes he’d designed. someday hoping to make a man out of himself, and sell them to the world.

todoroki wanted to be seen by people, for his designs to reach and touch the hearts of people across the country and maybe even the world— but to do so he had to be obedient, taking an entry level job at a department store that sold high fashion ( of course under a different name…the name cruella, shouto would start from the bottom and make his own way up— he wouldn’t be attached to the cruelty of his childhood ). names of dior, gucci and valentino… burberry, celine, christopher wang flashed in front of his mismatched eyes over tills on a daily basis— pearls and diamonds he’d never seen or heard of were favoured among customers in the store. he aspired to be like them, become a household name.

to be recognised for his efforts in the world of fashion he would have to work hard, make his way up the ranks to afford furs and chiffons for the goes he had designed—stacked up on napkins and parchment paper, whatever he can find, discarded around his shitty little one bed studio. todoroki sells his first piece into a winter collection after months of cold calling and door knocking towards big owners of major stores.

success, comes with discipline, feigning obedience.

and shouto todoroki knows that he’s finally made it when the calls come flooding into his quiet, dingy london apartment looking for hints in whether or not he’s designed a spring collection.

of course he had, years in advance.

and that brings us to today, where there’s corporate buildings across the world with his alias spelled out in big red and white letters across the front, filled with passionate designers and models and all sorts of staff. there are billboards at every corner plastered with teasers for todoroki’s upcoming fashion show, he’s been on the cover of all editions of vogue at one point or another— he’s built himself off of the ground.

starting with obedience and discipline and mixed with a hint of dedication.

perhaps todoroki should thank his father for not showing he and his siblings any compassion while they were growing up, for the fearful lessons he instilled in them— but then again, it was the dual haired man who’d made a righteous name out of the syllables of his last, who became a pioneer and spearhead to the fashion industry…not poor old enji. poor poor enji, there’s not a dime to his name these days, shouto and touya had made sure of that by selling their childhood trauma to the media.

shouto made millions which he put towards his fashion company, touya has his band, fuyumi her family comfortably nestled up in some uptight gated community and natsuou wrote a book. they had all utilised what they’d been taught, to make money and to speak when spoken to ( promoted by press to speak on their upbringing of course ).

shouto todoroki is now loved by many, a peppermint haired boy estranged from his family putting himself and his designs in bright colours and elaborate patterns contrasting of his cool, and clipped self out there into the industry. and perhaps it was a cruel move on shouto’s part, but he didn’t care. dear old daddy would have to suffer for raising a son just like him. for acquiescence and regimen breeds rebels, and in excessive amounts, gives birth to bad…bad people.

he is loved, he is bad, but he is free— his ego kissed and stroked by all of those around him, who don’t know the true him. and cruella, or shouto is sure if people knew how bad he truly was behind the smoke screen of his brilliance, then his career wouldn’t quite be the same as it were now.

even though the peppermint haired designer loves his job and his work more than anything— a work life balance was also important to him too, to let the day’s stresses flood from his body was a priority. it was hard to keep the cruelty that danced around in his blood stream at bay while todoroki flittered throughout his offices and approved fabrics or threads…he needed an outlet, a reliever to tuck shouto todoroki away and let cruella come out to play.

as soon as the designer finds himself within his expensive apartment complex— his Chelsey boots clicking against the white glossed marble flooring, he’s swarmed by eager staff that welcome him home. bright eyes full of admiration tracing his outline, puffy cream fur coat, as he cascades through the reception without a care in the world. “afta’noon mister todoroki— i-i mean cruella!” the doorman had greeted him with a bobbing Adam’s apple and polite smile. “a pleasure ta welcome ya back!”

with his diamond lined eyes narrowed, todoroki let the corners of his pretty lips twitch up into a soft, smug grin. “the pleasure is all mine, darling.” he’d replied pompously as he made a b-line for the elevator. there’s confidence in every movement he makes and a bristling frost on every surface he touches as he steps straight from the elevator into his own luxury penthouse apartment, greeted by staff that shiver in his presence when he enters his home.

“mister todoroki,” staff bob their heads in respect, like they’re serving a king which they might as well be. he holds power over everyone who gets a chance to witness him speak, have the honour of seeing him at work. a king in the world of fashion.

todoroki’s boots continue to click and clack the further he explores the penthouse with high swooping ceilings and glass windows about the place—letting the cool night and all it’s stars pour in, illuminating the room accompanied by that of the moon. the white light shines in winter tones through paper scattered about the place, scrapped designs, those that’ll make the cut and some saved for future opportunities like the met gala look a celebrity has requested from him for next year. animal prints are thrown over the backs modern day architecture and chairs— the striped ones are often hidden.

shouto much prefers the perfect simplicity of spots.

they’re his favourite, round…infinite… never ending. the promise of forever is embodied in a perfect spot.

there’s a reason why he has a framed portrait of his most beloved design— a real fur coat, made entirely of spots.

is there anything more precious than something so simple and beautifully designed by nature? this is a question todoroki finds himself asking almost everyone night when he returns home from work, from being adored by people who do nothing but put pennies in his bank account— without even knowing the real him. but then he comes to stand in front of a special locked door, to which he holds the only key, he finds the answer, he smells it hanging in the air of the room as he unlocked it, pushing open the door and tasting the scent of you.

you are the most precious creation known to mankind.

knocking the heels of his pointed boots together, todoroki watches as spotted black and white dalmation ears peek out from deeper in the room, barely visible over the edge of the comfortable leather couch installed into your playroom. they hang over your darling face in shame— you know what you’ve done, and a wicked chill seeps from his bones into the air around you once he notices your dainty tail no longer swishing behind you but instead tucked between your thighs… no doubt slicked up with an orgasm you know you weren’t allowed to have.

he knows, that you know, you’ve done the unthinkable— the punishable, topaz and granite eyes glossing over with a frightening level of disappointment, lips quirking up in satisfaction when you quiver like a leaf in the wind and a puppy whine sits cutely in the ridges of your throat. you’re not to touch what doesn’t belong to you, you know that.

“there you are, pet.” cruella, shouto cocks his head to the side, speaking with his tone tilting into condescending as if he’s looking down on you. he is, clicking his heels together again but three times in order to command you to sit once you reach him. “have you been good?” a scarily sunshine smile sits heavy on the peppermint haired designer’s face, gaze flickering down to where your hips don’t fully touch the floor— no doubt avoiding contact with your swollen, dirty clit. sticky, probably, with a release you shouldn’t have had. “i don’t think you have.”

he pulls a thick, long, thin red and white smoke stick from the left inside pocket of his tailored suit— crouching down to your height and uses the death stick to tilt your stare up from the black leather of his boots to his steeled pair of eyes. “pet?” over the tobacco scent hanging between you both, todoroki catches a whiff of your arousal, a touch of perfume smelling like your instinctual fear… he sees it bright in the pretty flecks in your eyes, dancing around like candles flickering in the wind. it’s a beautiful sight, seeing you scared. he loves it, he thinks—nudging your cheek a little more. “answer me.”

you flinch back at the harsher tone he uses, the one that makes your skin crawl and you immediately lower your head in an obedience that comes with much training. “‘m sorry,” you say in one hesitated breath, shutting away those darling eyes when shouto drags a thumb over your bottom lip after popping the smoke stick between his own. you lean into him, slightly, foolishly trusting the man with your life. “‘m sorry… i am. r-really, i am—“

you’ve always been meek, todoroki knows that. he’d picked you up from a rundown pound after a hit of inspiration— a whole collection he’d design based off of black and white spots. it had been hard sourcing an amount of Dalmatian hybrids that large— especially after his flimsy childhood friend deku darling and his clumsy pianist partner eijirou had rejected his proposal to take their lot off their hands. they didn’t like the idea of him using real fur, real spots to make a work of art.

out of the bunch he’d brought, shouto kept you. the little pup who cowered in the corner, kept out of sight and out of mind. so instead of turning you into a purse or pair of boots or the fluffy fur coat he’d dreamed of… todoroki kept you, because you were most afraid of him, like you’d soil yourself or cry if the devil popped up to say hello— you didn’t love him, or pretend to at first. you were as real as could be, you didn’t fake it just to be near shouto.

you were perfect.

“c’mon pet, sit with me.” standing to his full height, looming over you— shouto hooks two fingers under your collar, the one he had custom made for you in his colours of red and white, dragging you over to the couch placed in the centre of the room. the leather digs into your skin, your eyes bulging at the lack of aid which fizzles across your empty little brain. “did you miss me, today?”

you sit back on your haunches when todoroki sinks into the couch, your teary eyes instantly and obediently shooting down to his half-hard cock as he man-spreads in his seat. fear breeds obedience, the more scared you are the easier it had been for shouto to train you to behave how he wanted, to be used how he wanted.

nodding, you whine and shouto tuts in disapproval.

“your words, darling.”

“i d-did, i missed you s-shouto!” you perk up a little too quickly at the pet name, smaller-than-his hands resting on the swell of the designer’s thigh before your ears flatten back as if you know that you’ve made a mistake, leaning your baby fat cheek on his leg in hopes of making an apology. “i-i mean sir!”

“what a good girl you are.”

shouto leers down at you, his eyes glinting with iniquity— the glistening gem colours darkening as if raging stormy clouds had blocked out the sun. he reaches out to pet you, and though you wince it’s easy for you to keen into his touch at the slightest hint of praise. “is that why you touched yourself while i was away?” he tilts his head, lips in a faux but cold pout as you simper out for him. “i can smell it on you, you filthy little mutt, soaked on your skin, slicked up on those precious fucking thighs.” suddenly, he grips your puppy dog ears, and the wag of your excited tail slows to a stop. “you disappoint me. you couldn’t even wait until i returned home. for you.”

for you.

only when your eyes brim with apologetic and fat tears, does shouto let go of your sore spotted ear— amused in how you sniffle, frozen in your place by fear. but there’s love in his eyes too, taking the form of heart shaped pupils as his gaze hones in on your messy, teary state. there should be hate blooming in your chest instead of love and yearning. this is the man that took you from your family; saw you as nothing more than fabric between stitches and buttons every time you whined and called out for the pups in your litter.

tapping his food against the floor again, shouto commands your attention. “i’ve worked so hard to keep you safe, pet, you know that’s why i work so hard,” one hand guides yours to the bulge between your owner’s thighs while the other brushes over the pink curve of your bottom lip. “designing and designing…” he pulls you up close, hunching over you at the same so that you’re a breath’s width apart.

your breathing is ragged, chest heaving in anticipation as shouto parts his lips— letting a clear, heavy wad of drool drip from his mouth onto the palette of your eager puppy tongue.

“do you know what i made?”

the question barely registers in your mind as you swallow a haziness of lust taking over— clouding your eyes and a hunger to please clawing it’s way up your throat. “nuh-uh,” you say breathlessly, tilting your head up for more, earning another glob of spit on your tongue. your tiny little hand starts to move on it’s own accord, pawing back and forth, back and forth against your owner’s dress pants. your tail picks up again, adorably swishing from side to side feeling shouto throb beneath your talented little fingertips— blood pulsing through his clothed girth.

“do i have to tell you again, pet? use your words.” todoroki relents, taking your lip between his teeth— taunting you, nearly kissing you but not quite because he knows how much you need it. he knows that if he keeps you on the blurred line between pain and pleasure, fear and felicity…you’ll behave accordingly, become easily malleable into the perfect pet.

“i-i’m not sure, sir.”

“spots.”

it’s so adorable how you go rigid, turning to stone though your heart beats in your chest and your hand rubs harder, greedier at the hard on growing beneath shouto’s expensive clothes. your eyes continue to sparkle too, with desperation to take his cock deep into your salivating mouth, pink tongue rolling out like a puppy in the wind. he sees the way your thighs stick together, grazing one another as your hole slicks itself up— ready for the taking. if he could bend you over, pull your ass cheeks apart, todoroki has no doubt that your little wagging tail would be covered in strings of your potent arousal, oozing in thick waves from your spasming puppy cunt.

he knows this for a fact, not only because hybrids like yourself are wetter, messier to aid the breeding process, but because you love being scared just as much as you so pathetically adore todoroki. you enjoy the flicker of your brain between fight or flight, how he makes your blood run cold or threatens your life as if it hangs in the balance.

mistakenly, you love shouto todoroki— and you think he might feel the same about you. you think if you behave and perform tricks, if you’re obedient just like he had taught you to be..that he might keep you safe. cherish you.

maybe that’s all true, maybe cruella isn’t so cruel. maybe he finds it in his ice laden heart to care for you just a bit… and not just because you’re a cute little pup trained to suck his pretty dick.

“i’m thinking of making another fur coat,” a wicked chuckle rumbles the designers throat like thunder in a storm, only interrupted by his hips that shoot up to grind into your hesitating hand— the one that feels out the lengthy shape of him as his precum smears against the fabric of his underwear in opaque white. he drags a finger over your face, looks with hooded eyes as your lashes brush against your cheek and you drag your tongue over his clothed stiff cock. shouto adores your tremble…you think that he might hit you.

you’d deserve it, and he had before—useless little mutts like you needed to know their place if you wanted to stick around. “that’s…that’s nice sir,” you stutter, holding back on your brainless babbles, your hips gyrating into the floor beneath you, unbred and leaky hole clenching around nothing.

a reflex out of fear.

shouto hums, tilting your chin up to face him when your mouth hits his seedy tip through the fabric of his clothes— the heat from your sloppy tongue penetrating through the rough linen layers. “so, pet, if you want to make sure i don’t turn you into something even prettier… into something nice for me to wear,” todoroki sneers huskily, tinged with evil while he uses his grip on you to shove your face into his lap roughly. “then i suggest, you open up that sweet mouth of yours and let me feed you my cock, hm?” that’s how shouto todoroki gets you hooked, he has you running on the fumes of survival instincts— trained to love him, do absolutely anything for him despite how cruelly he may treat you.

though your crystalline puppy dog eyes are screwed shut and your spotted ears, sweaty and sore and pinned to your skull— you manage to pick up on the clink of todoroki’s gucci belt, making you growl low and impatiently. the desire to taste his cum, make him happy, shoots through you like a sedative injected into your veins, targeting your red blood cells and wrapping around them to spread obedience through you. yet again, against your will, you’re coaxed into the dark, cruel enigma that is shouto todoroki, letting him set fire to your body and take over any logical thought in your mind.

cunt dripping, juices sweet as ripened fruit— you peel back the layers of shouto’s garments ( though his pants sit at his slender hips, not fully pulled down )…a mean chuckle resounding in the sex tainted air in the room as you reveal his cock to your innocent stare, letting him lean back into the leather couch. he’s longer than he is thick, mushroomed tip a little purple with blue-tinted veins running up and down the length of him, a shade rivalling his own hungry eyes as he observes your next moves. the entirety of him pulses in your soft grip, the scent of his arousal bleeding from his cockhead sending your dalmation puppy instincts into overdrive. todoroki hisses, painfully hard, as you take him gently between your fingers— your thumb moving with uncertainty to rub his pre into his tip sweetly.

you’re almost ashamed of how much your mouth starts to water, the strings of your own saliva connecting the roof of your mouth to your tongue that writhes in place— aching to taste him, pleasure him with all that you can. the prominent adam’s apple of shouto’s throat bobs, watching with lustful mismatched eyes as you inch forward like a predator hunting it’s prey— reverting back to animalistic instincts while your pupils dilate. his face scrunches, a haughty moan vibrating in his chest when you grip him fully so you can guide him to your mouth—little hand dwarfed by the size of his cock, soft palm grazing the forked vein on the underside of his shaft as it throbs. “oh pet,” todoroki‘s words are drawled, lips between his teeth. “come on, be good.” you do your best to appease him, dragging his bulbous and creamy tip along the seam of your lips, kitten licking him to test the patience of your owner.

you’re frightful that you might have fucked up when you hear his hands slap down against the leather sofa before shouto drags you by your Dalmatian ears off of his girth, his own breathing irratic and irregular— cruel and cold eyes now blazing with hunger. you look up nervously, a whimper brewing on your wet, pre cum glossed lips to find the smoke stick now between his lips ( he’d lost it when kissing you. ).

“help me light it while you get me hard.” he grunts quietly, voice dipping an octave, dripping with a threat. as if he’s promising you danger if you danger if you don’t comply. he fumbles with his loose left pocket for a light after shoving the smoke stick past your wet, arousal soaked lips— maintaining eye contact as he flicks the lighter in front of the rolled tobacco. even though you can tell that todoroki is heavily aroused; you have no choice but to do what he says. he dominates your life, decides whether or not you stay as a fuckable pet or get turned into the next best fashion item. he has power over you even when his dick pulses in your hand and you squeeze him softly, letting his precum guide your movements as you start to palm him to a slow and steady rhythm. once the smoke stick in your mouth is lit, the flame threatening you, shouto takes it from you and places it between his own lips— puffing a ring of smoke into your face.

your wet puppy nose twitches unhappily, but you know that protesting will only end badly for you. that doesn’t seem to calm the racing heartbeat in your puppypussy, however, drooling at the idea of being scolded by your owner.

shouto leans back, tousled half and half hair thrown over the back of the couch— his flesh sticking to it, only caused by the cold sweat your temperate mouth has him in. both of you moan when you finally take him into your mouth, sinking down on him until your nose is pressed against milky flesh just like you’d practiced before. yours is desperate and needy, shouto’s raspy— proud at how well his little pup treats him.

of course, todoroki had to train you to suck cock too, breaching the innocence of your mouth despite your whimpered out protests at the time. he’d soon fucked it into your throat that if you wanted to live, you wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.

“y-you, oh fuck—“ shouto lets out a throaty hybrid noise, a lewd mix between an amused laugh and a deep moan as you flex your saliva laden tongue against the underside of his dick— taking a puff of his tobacco before looking down at you with so much love you might even think it was real. “you’re so pretty pet, so… so pretty.” he knows he’s done a good thing by keeping you, cruella; shouto todoroki brought to his knees by the sinful heat of your hell searing mouth, making him repent for everything he’s ever done wrong. “were you scared, pretty? t-that why you’re taking my cock so fucking well?”

all you can do it nod, swallowing the designer down eagerly in response— a resounding hum sending chills running down his spine as teeth and tongue vibrate around his shaft. you can’t help but let your awe-filled eyes flutter shut at the heaviness of todoroki on your tongue, drooling and dribbling above the place— soaking through his clothes that probably cost more than an entire litter of Dalmatian hybrids such as yourself. he oozes copious sums of precum, thick enough to glue your mouth shut ( like peanut butter for puppies ), filling you up and luring you into going after more.

pleasing him more.

your cheeks swell while you paw desperately at shouto’s ruined lap— breathing deep through your nose before you feel the weight of his hand right between your sensitive puppy dog ears. he tugs at the twitching limbs, twisting them while pushing you down on his aching cock. your throat contracts, cheeks hollowing until you’ve swallowed him down to the base and you’re practically gagging on the length of him, tip brushing against your uvula lips k the way down. poor puppy, you flinch at the slight twinge of pain from where shouto begins to pound your mouth roughly, balls slapping against your chin, slurping mixed with his yowls of delight filling combining with the sweat and sex loaded air. when you flinch, your teeth graze at the sensitive veins wrapping around shouto— making him choke just like you, on a puff of his smoke stick.

“fucking mutt, oh—shit!” he snarls, yanking you off of his tender and red, smarting cock— not caring of the way he holds you hurts you. “watch your fucking mouth, pretty. or i really will turn you into my next fur coat, darling.” the warning is firm, rattling you to your core, your mouth even more so wet and salacious at the fear shouto strikes in you. you’re back on him before you know it, his hips jutting up into the molten heat of your mouth, tip hitting the inside of your cheek, making him shudder every time. todoroki would be lying if he wasn’t obsessed with the way your floppy Dalmatian ears bounded the more he rolled his hips into your mouth, fucking your face. he was even more delighted by your sharp canines just brushing over his shaft, but he wouldn’t admit that.

loosening his tie, he throws his head back in a drawn out gripe, his moans raising a pitch when you grip his swollen balls, full of cum and roll them between dainty fingers. he pulls his smoke stick from his lips, tongue darting out to wet them as he taps the ash against your pretty face. “i think i’ll get you off pet, since you missed me so much. since i feel so bad for scaring you.” todoroki coos with faux sympathy, head lolling down to get a good look at your tear stained cheeks and your clumped together lashes. his dual toned hair now askew.

stilling in surprise, you yelp in shock as shouto shoves a boot between your arousal painted thighs— pressing the toe against your aching, untouched clit that's barely covered by the flimsy baby-doll shorts you usually wear. they’re coated in your sweet honey, and your owner’s mouth hangs open; mocking the darling mewl that would leave your own if you weren’t being stuffed full of cock.

the boot nestles perfectly at your cunt, spreading your swollen pussy lips apart and expostulating it’s in your sweltering heat. “you’re this wet? from hardly being touched?” he mocks you, pulling his foot back to stimulate your core. “oh darling, you’re soaked, pathetically so.” it is; it’s embarrassing how turned on you are from being threatened, fucked like your mouth is a flesh light. how you want him to love you even though you could be killed at any second. “grind that pretty pussy down on me pup, suck me off good and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

doing as you’re told, you work yourself down on shouto— tail thumping against the floor while you circle your hips over the cool leather of his shoe, the material pulling back the hood on your clit and sending shockwaves of dopamine across your brain. puppy dog eyes cross, with tongue running it’s owl circles along todoroki’s shaft. the fact that he looms over you, has all the power in the world to end you servers as your own personal adrenaline but you don’t dare deny that getting him off, gets you off too.

despite trying not to fall apart at every lick and suck you give him, sweat shines on todoroki’s pale winter skin— just as cold as he is, but maybe his evil heart melts a little, maybe having fur is less valuable to him when you weakly pull off him, and your precum-spit glossed lips encapsulate his seedy cockhead as if to makeout with it, running the tip of your tongue through his sensitive slit. “that’s it pet, swallow me down. earn that right to cum.” simpering, shouto grabs the sides of your head— holding you in place as his ploughs his hips and dick shallowly into o-shape of your mouth, battering about inside of it.

the cigarette he smokes just barely burns marks into the black spots or your ears, making you whimper out despite desperately thrusting down against your owner’s foot, practically riding it while a tight knot forms in your lower stomach and your puppycunt gushes about the place.

todoroki lets you go once he’s exerted himself, a mop of sweaty red and white locks dangling over the back of the couch. the world wouldn’t believe it it they saw their beloved cruella now; twitching and heaving as he stares his Dalmatian puppy down, marvelling in the way you spit down onto his bulbous and dripping cockhead before joining you in doing the same. the frothy white and bubbly mix crudely runs down his shaft, and you’re quick to lick it up from the balls to his slit again.

“oh fuck, pretty darling. you’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?”

you don’t answer, jerking the man off as you look up at him so debauched; yet so innocent. he can see you fight the cross in your eyes as he wiggles his boot against your hardened pleasure nub, a cream staining the leather.

“w-words pet. tell me or you really won’t get to cum.”

you remember your desperation to be adored by shouto, as well as the release that sneaks up on you. so you find your words though your voice is hoarse from your throat being ravaged and decorated with precum. “i want you always sir,” you plead. “for you to always feel g-good with me!”

shouto grins, menacing, borderline crazy— it makes your pussy lips quiver while he angles his foot up, right as you drag your fluttering entrance over the toe. “you know just what to say to get me close, darling,” he says, grabbing hold of his own dick to tap it against your slobbery puppy tongue, feeding it to you again and thriving in the way that you tilt your head, angling it so he can fuck your cheek makinf your skin bulge. “gonna cum…pet, ‘n you’re gonna be obedient. hold it, until i’m finished with you…or you’re dead. meat.”

he punctuates his words with two rough thrusts, flinching with ecstasy, voice trembling. todoroki doesn’t let up in teasing your pulsating pussy, shaking his foot as you bump and grind against the shoe to your hearts content— fighting not to lose your orgasm while simultaneously dragging shouto to the edge of his own. it’s obscene the way both your mouth and cunt squelch, your owner leaking ungodly amounts of arousal into your mouth and down your chin ( though you’re no better, hot wet pussy ruining his shoes for good ).

todoroki loses his pace, smoke stick just missing his lips from how irregular and languid his thrusts are and before you know it, he’s taken a hold of your sore dog ears once more— his high takint him by surprise. “holy fuck, that’s it pet, be a good fucking dog, take it all. my seed.” the world around shouto todoroki falls away into mismatched pieces, warm and viscous cum flooding your mouth in waves; and you can’t even stop, sloppily worshipping his cock and all they it offers you as if todoroki is your god.

he might as well be, the way controls whether you live or die; even as you stare up at hearts dazzling your eyes. you need him to love you, to be proud of you. “so g-good, god pet. you’re wonderful,” the cruelty of cruella praises you, still filling you the brim with seed that sits salty on your tongue. todoroki takes a drag of his cigarette, feeling loopy, happier than ever with his decision to keep you.

lewdly, he drags shapes onto your swollen clit too, rocking his shoe against you— amused at how you struggle to keep your release at bay. tapping out the ash of his tobacco one last time, todoroki puts it out by singing the end of his cigarette into your spotted puppy ear again— smiling at your low, whistle tone whine.

“cum.” he commands, smearing his ruined cock against your lips. “or else, you won’t get another chance.”

fear breeds obedience and as if on queue, your body follows the order— a clear stream of arousal splashing out hard against the floor from your raw, sticky cunt. the world is a blinding white, black spots eating at the corner of your vision.

by the time you come to, world famous designer cruella— shouto todoroki has returned to petting your hair with gentle care that doesn’t make you fear him any less but makes you love him a little more. he chuckles, red and white hair shaking with it as you sleepy nuzzle his thigh— a mess of cum and tears and spit.

so shouto snaps a picture of you, a perfect muse for his next design.

his obedient and well disciplined, precious dalmation puppy hybrid.

more precious than any spot in the world.

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kinktober: size kink ♡ featuring thor

He was just much, much bigger than you, and he never let you forget it. c/w: record of ragnarok, female reader, size kink, stomach bulge, slight dumbification, overstim, multiple orgasms, unrealistic but it’s size kink so whatevs a/n: yay god of thunder yay nearing the end of the kinktober series!!~

Thor pushed a third finger into you, your pussy wonderfully accommodating as your second orgasm washed over you and drool gathered in the corner of your mouth, your chest moving up and down heavily as your lungs burned. Thor smirked at your glazed eyes, your leg twitching sporadically beneath his hands as his fingers worked you open to take his much, much larger girth, resting readily, heavily, waiting on your thigh. You were sprawled on your back, legs flayed open on the edge of his plush bed; ripe for the picking.

“Feeling nice,” Thor commented quietly, smirk still present as he twisted his finger up to press into your spongy g-spot, drawing a loud whine from your lips. As much as he was absolutely desperate to bury himself into you, he knew that he was just a little too big and that he needed to be patient. He had to remind himself that time invested now to make you ready and pliable would mean plenty more fucking for him later. It was important to look after the things he cared for; your pussy had an incredibly high priority spot on that list. Proud man that he was, Thor made sure to leave you in high heaven after each of your encounters, enthusiastically fucking you stupid every time.

So when his impossibly wide cockhead, prepped with its own dripping precum, aligned itself with your clenching but gushing hole, you gripped the sheets by your hips and held your breath in anticipation. You enjoyed nothing more than the feeling of his unfairly wide girth stretching you open, though it still made you nervous each time. Spotting this, Thor reached a large hand towards your nipple, twisting it harshly as reprimand.

“You’re tense again,” he frowned, moving his fingers back to your hole in an effort to soften his entry once more. “Breathe. You know you need to relax.”

You whimpered at his retreat and allowed yourself a deep breath, moving your hands to your nipples instead and allowing Thor to reposition you against his cock again as you tried your best to relax. You barely registered the pillow that he slipped behind your back, lifting you up and allowing you a much better view. You pulled your tits aside by the nipples, wanting to watch the moment he sheathed himself fully into you, stretching your cunny to the brim. Anticipation built in your stomach as you watched the bead of cum on his slit grow, licking your lips.

It was a slow process. He pushed forward with a grunt, the mushroomed tip slipping into you with a slight resistance despite your overslick entrance. “Oh!” You couldn’t stop the cries tumbling from you, the stretch impossibly satisfying despite not even sheathing himself halfway. His muscles tensed beneath your thighs, and you keened happily.

“Hah.. oh, oh, God, o-oh!” Incoherent babbles were met by Thor’s satisfied grunts as your slick walls clenched with a bruising grip with each spasm of your legs or stuttered, choked cry.

“F-fuck,” Thor groaned as he bottomed out against your cervix, thrusting minutely as he gripped the remaining inch of his cock that jutted out of you. Massaging the base, he closed his eyes as your legs locked around his waist and his heaving member became captive in the apex of your legs. He thought of himself as a quiet lover, before he met you. Something about your almost constantly fluttering, greedy cunny; the taste, the amount of slick you’d create just for him; the way your eyes rolled, your lewd face as you mewled in happiness being skewered on his cock that, frankly, scared many others, yet you lapped up and begged for with glee.

It took everything in his power to not cum right there, waiting for your pussy to adjust to him, before he even slid all the way in. He could feel you moulding around him as his minimal thrusting (more like twitching) stirred you up enough to loosen, just a smidge.

Thor placed another pillow behind your back, cursing as it only tightened you again and he felt a sudden gush of warmth flood against him as you came, unexpectedly, from the sudden shift in position that hit just the right spot. You sobbed, quietly, as your thoughts scattered and you lost yourself to a fog of pleasure. You clawed at the man quite literally rearranging your insides for some semblance of reality as you chanted his name, almost silently. Your mouth was dry, your muscles hurt from being so tense, and you felt full.

Thor eyed the bulge in your lower belly, watching it grow as you crumbled around him and he finally sheathed himself fully into your open core. Your babbling fell silent as he pressed his open palm against your lower belly and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. You couldn’t breathe. You could feel him in your throat; alongside his hand pushing into your g-spot from the outside was enough to quite literally blow your mind, and your eyes rolled.

Stars burst in your vision as you felt him hilt deep inside you, pushing insistently against your cervix as your lower belly bulged it’s effort to accommodate him. You were sure he would have to do no more to rearrange your insides as you struggled to catch your breath, head rolling as his large hands held you in place by the waist. His own breathing was laboured, stuttering in time to the clenching of your already overworked core that was desperately milking him in an effort to clearly suffocate him.

“Hah,” he groaned as your cunny became more slippery by the minute; it was worth the pay off, taking it slow, stretching you out, because-

Those hands on your waist lifted you up swiftly, leaving his cockhead perfectly on the verge of slipping out before slamming you back downwards. A loud scream ripped from your mouth as Thor fucked you as he pleased, each thrust feeling like he was going to split you in half, ramming insistently into your cervix so hard and so good. When he captured your nipple in his mouth, your pussy released over his ceaselessly-working member as the extra sensation pushed you over the edge once more, and you clung to him the best you could. Your nails dug into his back for more purchase, unable to fully wrap around his thick frame as he bucked into you like a dog in heat; you were little, next to him. Tiny. Small. Like a doll, and he fucked you like one, until drool fell from your mouth and your voice cracked, until you were sure you drew blood on his back and you’d lost track of how many times you’d cum. Every touch of his made you feel like you were on fire; he was under your skin in every sense of the word. Did you black out? Were you dead? There was nothing but stars, but magic, but pure utopia-

“Come back to me,” Thor coaxed you gently, massaging and running his hands along your sides, your hips, your tits, your shoulders. This was the face he was waiting for, he thought; that dick drunk, fucked out expression that was so fucking pretty, the sexiest thing he had ever seen that he swore could get him off in his pants, knowing he made you look that way.

Several hard thrusts later and your name tumbled from his lips through gritted teeth as your cervix filled with the brunt of his seed; your incoherent mumbles intensified with every pulse of his member that dragged deliciously against your insides. He pulled out, almost, using his cockhead to keep you plugged up as he admired you with a smirk. A quick water break (he fed you, of course) and he was settled between your legs again, doing a fantastic job of keeping his mess contained.

“Lovely,” he complimented, gripping his dick in his hand as he massaged himself. By no means was he finished, and he wanted to give you a break, but he also wanted to fuck you silly. So he would settle for the next best thing as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Sit up a bit- a little- yes, ah. Ngh. Squeezing good, love. Don’t move.”

He wasn’t joking when he thought he could cum to that face; a few minutes of tugging and Thor emptied into you once more, bucking into you with a grunt as the sudden intrusion pushed out a lewd mix of your juices, alongside a choked cry from your own mouth.

“Fuck..” he hissed, pistoning back into you as his relentless member continued to pulse needily in your pussy.

Holding on to your face much more gently than you anticipated, Thor swooped in for a kiss, his tongue meeting yours in a gentle caress as you sunk into his attentions and warm haze of comfort before he started pistoning into your core like a crazed man again. You took on too much, fucking a God like him, as your vision clouded and the pressure snapped. You crumbled into the haze as he sunk you onto him, over and over again.

prompt list • kinktober masterlist • masterlist

#*writing #*smut #*nsfw #*ror #kinktober #thor #thor x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok thor #x reader #ror thor x reader #ror thor x you #snv thor #snv thor x reader #snv thor x you #x you #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv #ror thor

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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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i feel like we dont get fluffy smut enough

like ik the fanfic community is angsty and likes bdsm and stuff

but sex should be really intimate and rough sex should be consented and you should establish a safeword

VERY true. i was actually discussing this with a friend the other day bc i much prefer kinky but loving ygm??? like call me a bitch but with love in ur eyes??? my period sex entry for kinktober w minho is VERY fluffy and yet still extremely sexy so pls look forward to it <3

♡ juno

#user: koliki #juno’s asks ♡

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kaidabakugou · 1 year

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♡ Welcome to my first collab event! I hit 1k recently and wanted to celebrate the milestone.

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chou-de-chambers · 2 years

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Change of Heart

Content rating: Explicit (NSFW) Tags: Yoru x Reader, Yoru x You, fem!reader, reader is a Valorant agent, ex-lovers, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mention of smoking, smut with feelings, unprotected sex (consensual), happy ending, no beta we die like cinematic Cypher Next entry for Kinktober 2022! This one is a gift for my friend slash Valorant duo (best duelist in APAC for me btw) who simps for hair-down Yoru ♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Colorful lights seeped through the thin gaps of the cabinet's door, painting beams on both you and Yoru's tense bodies. It was already late at night; everyone in the party was tipsy from drinking beer (outside of Brimstone's knowledge) and celebrating Phoenix's birthday. Lofi beats hummed through the speakers of the basement garage, enough to set the ambience without bothering the older agents upstairs from their slumber or whatever work they were still busy with. Everyone felt brave enough to dare each other to a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, its players decided through a round of Spin the Bottle. However, you knew yours was rigged, judging from the subtle puff of air you had observed from Jett's fingers as the bottle pointed over Yoru then you.

As much as you loved your best friend, you couldn't help but feel betrayed by how she intentionally partnered you with your ex out of all the people in the room. Jett knew you were trying your best to move on from your recent breakup, your constant worrying and Yoru's stubborn behavior not blending well, yet she still challenged your will by subjecting your bodies this close to each other. You sighed out of nervousness as you and Yoru waited for any signs of life outside, like they're intentionally giving you more than seven minutes of torture inside the dingy garage cabinet. Not like any of them knew history between the two of you- only Neon and Jett had knowledge about your secret of having dated the riftwalker.

There wasn't enough room for personal space. Your hands were pressed onto Yoru's chest, clad in a black leather jacket, its decorative spikes digging into your palms. His hands were pinned on your sides, enclosing you in him. You could feel the heat from both your breaths gathering, causing both of you to sweat profusely. Yoru gulped as your hands slightly moved, him getting threatened by the idea of you noticing his heartbeat pacing.

"Sorry," you whispered, "I just wish we had more room."

"Yeah," Yoru mumbled back, wanting to scratch the back of his neck.

"What's taking them so long, though?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "No idea."

Then silence. Your head remained shifted away as you tried to pick up any activity outside. But in truth, you're just trying to avoid meeting Yoru's gaze. You could feel how his eyes were glued onto you ever since you entered the room. In Yoru's defense, he was longing to take another chance on you. Longing for you. He knew it was his fault your relationship ended, what with him constantly putting you on the edge for every dumb thing he did and refusing to introduce you to his vulnerability. He didn't even want to come to this party until Phoenix begged, just to avoid bumping into you. To avoid the guilt from hurting you. To avoid the pitting hole from not having you.

His efforts to catch your attention though were easy to tell, starting from the way he dressed tonight. Yoru donned your favorite apparel for him, the leather jacket he used to wrap around you during evening bike rides. His hair was even fluffed down, knowing full well that you preferred him that way compared to his usual spiky hairdo. He even wore the necklace with the little hamster pendant you crafted in clay for him. Everything about the way he presented himself tonight screamed for you.

"Uh," Yoru cleared his throat in an attempt to fill the void, "You look cute."

Well that's awkward. "Um. Thanks," you muttered as you eyed the graphic crop top and dark denim shorts you're wearing. You changed the topic though, "I swear they're just messing with us at this point. I'm coming out-"

"Don't," Yoru huffed as he pushed his body even closer to you, "Stay here. With me."

You gulped as his face inched closer until your foreheads were touching. Your fists balled in an attempt to force him away, but he remained as sturdy as a tree. The only thing you managed to do was turn your head to the side, avoiding the possibility of your lips meeting each other. You knew it was bound to happen, Yoru appearing to be more confident given the compromised situation. You didn't sign up for this shit, regret flooding your thoughts from attending this stupid party. How is this gonna help you in any way? You swore Jett was out of her mind. And you made sure she'll pay for this.

You toughened up, your face still away from his, "I don't see the point in staying here with you any longer."

"You hate me that much?" he snickered, playing the role of a tough guy.

"I guess you could say that."

"Give me another chance."

Your eyes narrowed, now crossing with his, "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I mean."

"Ugh," you groaned in spite, "Your audacity, I swear. You haven't even apologized yet."

Your tone and volume amped higher, high enough for anyone outside to hear. Yoru didn't mean to start a fight from how he had trouble expressing himself. So he followed your advice, "I'm sorry, then."

"See?" you rolled your eyes in disbelief, completely dodging his attempt, "Like always. You had to wait for me to say it before you mean it."

"I'm shitty with social cues," he muttered with a crack in his voice, "You knew I had always been by myself until you came. You were my first."

"Doesn't excuse you from not listening."

"Please just-"

"Enough, Ryo," you answered firmly, the mention of his actual name hinting you're upset, "You're not helping me."

"Sorry." Yoru's sight fled down in shame. He took a few seconds to arrange his thoughts, giving you a moment for yourself, before pouring his feelings out, "But I'm serious: I really want to try again." His right hand fled to hold yours, squeezing it to where the beating of his heart was. Your ears perked from the emphasis in his tone. The riftwalker's voice was soft and enticing, "Just tell me what to do. I'll make it up to you."

Another cricket of silence. This time though, both of you were staring at each other, Yoru taking in this precious moment of being alone with you while you weighed how sincere he sounded. Before you had the chance to respond, the cabinet door swung open, putting you into flight mode and abruptly taking your hands off of him. Yoru did the same. Everyone cheered and teased from how both your faces were as red as a tomato, most of the girls giggling, including Jett who plastered a smirk while eyeing you. Engulfed by embarassment, you shot your best friend an irritated look and walked away.

"Ooh," everyone reacted, pressuring the left alone Yoru as he stepped out of the cabinet. Phoenix nudged him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, the smell of liquor radiating from his slurry speech, "So how'd it go, fam?"

"Screw you to shards, idiot," Yoru spat back, sinking on the couch as he reached for his bottle and swiftly downed what's left of his beer.

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Yoru's heel dug onto the spent cigarette butt, distinguishing its flame. He took a few seconds to stare into the starry night sky before coming back inside, hands inside the pockets of his jacket. He knew how much you liked the stars, so he often snuck you out of HQ to a special spot beyond the city with his motorcycle. The way your eyes glimmered were brighter than the twinkling of the stars. He couldn't get the grin out of his face from how your fingers pointed to the sky, pretending to touch each speck. And most of all, your wholehearted laughter that echoed throughout the woods. He tried. Maybe he's just not cut out for you. Maybe he's that unbearable to handle. Like a teenage son, he remembered you call him before you told him it's over. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he reminisced the little time he spent with you earlier. Defeated, his foot kicked the dust off the concrete floor.

To his surprise though, he found you outside his apartment door, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt you forgot to return. Your arms were hugging yourself, face flushed as you averted your gaze away from him. For a moment, he froze, itching to rub his eyes just to check if he was already wasted somewhere in HQ and dreaming, but the rapid beating of his heart confirmed that this right here is reality. Without warning, you were dragged inside his room as his lips crashed yours, your body pinned onto the other side of his locked door. His hands were quick to grab onto your ass, sliding down to your thighs, lifting you up so he could walk both of you to his dim bedroom. Yoru didn't stop wallowing in the passion of your kissing as he tossed both of you on the matress, sheets rustling from your hands hungrily exploring each other. Your tongues danced, tasting the same beer both of you had from earlier's party. Yoru was the first to pull away, peering over the silhouette the moonlight could draw from your pretty face.

"Are you drunk?"

You shook your head to deny it, your hands pulling his face onto yours. He gently brushed them off, "I still need an answer, you know."

You were too shy to admit it- even to yourself- that you still like him. That you still looked out for him despite promising yourself not to. You weren't drunk, but the beer somehow helped you become more honest with yourself. All you did was stare at his lips with your lidded eyes. He noticed, giving you a soft peck to satisfy your need, asking again, "Is this you giving me a second chance?"

You nodded. He gently smiled, something he rarely did, "Kawaii sugiru," and kissed you fiercely this time. This turn of events made it seem like a miracle. Yoru thought about finally thanking the gods for this. No questions asked; he'd grab this opportunity freely handed to him.

His lips remained on yours as he shook his jacket off of him, throwing it on the edge of his bed. You could feel his rough hands sliding up your body, his wrists lifting up your shirt to your chest, revealing your waist down. You bit your lip from how he grinded his bulge onto you, the friction from his denim pants rubbing between your legs. He whispered onto your ear, "Stop pretending like it's our first time doing this. You know you can let it out. Our rooms are soundproof, baka, " then his lips traced down the area underneath your jaw, one of your most sensitive spots, rewarding him with moans from you. His grinding onto your core sharpened, driving you crazier than you already are.

"Oh, Ryo-" you breathed out, gripping onto the back of his shirt.

"Fuck," he groaned through the curve of your neck before kneeling up. His beady eyes admired the tangled mess you became, his hands doing quick work on taking off his clothes. Yoru let out an exhale from the way your hands traced each one of his scars that adorned his torso- scars he earned from Shibuya gang fights in the past and some that developed from his riftwalking. He noticed the worry on your face once again, an expression he wouldn't want to gain at this kind of occasion, and attempted to distract you by pulling down your panties. He cursed in Japanese, thrilled from the sight of your wet sex and the image of his hard cock diving into it.

"And here I thought you weren't happy to see me," he smugly commented as the tips of his fingers grazed onto your wet folds.

You covered your face in embarassment with his pillow as you whined, "Ryo, stop..."

He chuckled, obviously winning from how you fed his ego with your reaction. The pillow on your face got quickly discarded and thrown on the floor. His other hand grasped your chin, averting your face towards his conquering figure and gifting you with a passionate kiss again. He loves the feeling of your soft lips on his. It's one thing he missed the most from you. You felt a calloused finger enter your craving hole, making you beg for a pause to moan. Yoru denied your plea by shoving his tongue into your open mouth and adding another finger pumping inside you. You whimpered from each thrust he did, your walls getting more slippery. Release felt so close. "Ryo, I'm close-"

Then Yoru pulled out, momentarily licking the sweetness of your juices on his fingers, then lifted you onto his lap. He smirked from seeing your brows knit together.

"You're cruel," you pouted as you squeezed on his bare shoulders. His hand held onto yours, guiding it towards his erection. Your fingertip caressed its head, feeling the warmth of his precum, drawing out a lustful gasp from him. Yoru's wish was clear and you complied by wrapping your hand around his thick shaft, stroking it up and down. He pulled you in for a hot kiss as you gradually paced your hand's movement. The low groans that vibrated from his throat were satisfying for you to hear, like he's under your mercy. This was enough to make it even.

When his lips parted from yours, his hands held your cheeks, and the tender look from his eyes relayed a familiar message: Yoru was begging you to go down on him. You kissed the corner of his mouth before descending onto his twitching cock, peppering it with kisses before flicking your tongue over the wetness of its head like a treat. He hissed at the pleasure, his hand gripping onto your loose locks. Slowly, you took his entirety in your mouth until its tip reached the back of your throat. You felt his hold on your hair tighten, urging you to move. You did so by bobbing your head up and down until it was Yoru controlling you. Your tongue ran underneath his shaft with every movement of your head, leaving him euphoric to the point that his hips began rocking. Yoru's head snapped back from the overwhelming bliss as he cried curses in his native language, and the sight of him all sweaty and lewd like this motivated you to pleasure him even more. He'd often act tough outside, but you've always wished that he'd share his weaknesseses to you.

You felt your hair being pulled. You willingly obliged, releasing his cock from your mouth then gently pushing him to lay down on the bed. You knew Yoru loves it when you're on top, so you straddled his hips and slowly sank onto his girth, eyes focused on his. Both of you missed this feeling of being connected to each other as you moaned in unison. His hands met yours, fingers intertwined before pulling you closer to him. While you were still relishing on the feeling of him inside you, he whispered in a husky voice, "Go on, move. Show me you deserve to feel good."

His sudden retrieval of power from you turned you on, coaxing you to rock your hips, eliciting deep grunts from him. Yoru's hands fled to your hips, sliding down to your ass, squeezing it as you lowered yourself again on him. His eyes lingered on yours, his senses swallowing every bit of you- from your beautiful body to your melodious moans and fragrant scent of sex that blessed his territory with your presence once again. Everything was at its place. You were with him, and he's glad that he was right where he belonged: by your side. Yoru did his best to intensify your pleasure by fondling your breast with one hand and thumbing your clit with his other hand. You swore your mind was going blank from the way his hands occupied you, especially with him rubbing your core. It kind of made your movement sloppy. A deep chuckle escaped Yoru's lips as he adored your heated expression devoid of any thoughts except for your lovemaking. This urged him to seize your hips and move his instead. The yelp you let out was sultry, and it further motivated him to thrust harder.

Your back arched and your fingers clawed onto the bed sheet, "Ryo, please harder, I'm almost there."

"Me too," he mouthed breathlessly, his thrusts going faster and harder. His release was triggered by the way your walls clenched onto his dick, his warm cum pouring into you as you climaxed along with him. Yoru's hips continued thrusting onto yours, ensuring that every bit of his semen was inside you as a way of marking you as his. He sighed in relief as you pulled yourself away of him, a sight of his seed dripping from your swollen hole. You smiled at him before laying on his chest, his arms enclosing you into a loving embrace.

"So we're back together, yeah?"

You huffed in playful annoyance, "Of course, dummy."

"Just making sure," he said, brushing your hair then planting a kiss on your temples, " Suki desu."

"Love you too, Ryo."

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#valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant smut #valorant x reader #valorant yoru #yoru valorant #yoru #yoru x reader #yoru x you #ryo kiritani #ryo kiritani x you #choudechambers writing #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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robthegoodfellow · 7 months

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hiiii! i just wanted to give you a HUGE thank you for your little kinktober series because it has been *CHEFS KISS* so far. so good! i look forward to every new entry coming across my dashboard. keep it up! ♡

I’m smiling like a goof into my lunch—thank you so much 💛 This kind of reaction is making me feel little less guilty about sidelining my WIPs for it 🥲

Hope you’re having the best day anon bc this message has definitely brightened mine 🥰

#roommates in love #maybe not the worst thing if it eats my brain #like a really randy amoeba #nom nom nom

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✧ 22th October ✧

Izana Kukorawa // Dumb Girl (f! wife reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : degradation, slapping, mention of blood, implied aftercare, izana is a good husband

you sat quietly beside kakucho as you watched your husband has a basically brawl with the newer members of his gang. he was giving punches with fury despite his bloody nose. you wince at times, clutching to his right hand's jacket too tightly without realizing. he wasn't in a shirt, fists wrapped with boxer's gloves and his white hair tied up at the front. "fucker! you're fucked after two punches! what kind of gang member are you if you can't handle that?!" his voice was raised as he stomped his feet on the guy's face, probably giving him fractures.

"you're a pathetic waste of space, how dare you waste my time like this" he hissed, using his feet to kick on their guts. "i took you in! trained you! and this is what's supposed to be your best?" he swung a punch. "don't fucking come at my face again, ya hear me?" he spat blood on the ring and came out.

you immediately chased after him as kakucho snapped his fingers, telling them to clean after themselves. "izana!" you called out to him. he turned around and you smiled "hmph, you have a bloody nose" you commented, swiping away the blood. "this? it's just a scratch babe, no worries" he said, squeezing your butt while doing so and walked ahead "wanna patch me up?" he asked, entering the lockers room with his clothes on the bench.

"yeah! i'll do it" you already took the medical kit and when he patted his lap, you straddled him and gently wiped away the blood. "what did you think?" he gently asked all the while his hands are squeezing on your butt tenderly, a habit he has grown used to. "i liked it" you bit your lip.

here's the thing. izana did those things for two primary reasons, one is to of course get some senses into the newer members head if they get too sloppy and two? because you're a freak for degradation. while izana was at the ring earlier, you had to cross your legs beneath your long skirt to stop your pussy from pulsating too loud, a part of your head didn't wanted to taint kakucho beside you. under your skirt, you wore nothing and just parade all around with no panties. izana was reluctant because he was worried he'll go too far so he did these every single day, every day asking if it was okay or no and maybe, maybe today he'll finally initiate it.

"i'm really wet" you frowned "won't you fuck me, izana? please? i promise, i'll stop the moment i hate it! promise!" you whined, bouncing on his lap "baby, are you sure? absolute sure? i can be pretty mean, you know?" he tilted his head but your face, angelic yet tainted was difficult for him to refuse.

"please? just this once?" you battled your pretty eyelashes as he chuckled. "alright, on your knees" he said, defeated again by his own wife.

not that he minded.

eager, you went quickly to your knees as izana bought his shorts down, his dick already half hard. you gave teasing licks on the tip as izana hissed, already tempted to shove your mouth on it. "suck it, c'mon i don't have time you know?" he raised his eyebrow as you giggled, spitting on his cock and bought him deep in your throat. your gag reflex was already long gone as you always had him in your throat so you smiled while bobbing your head againts his pubic hair. "fuck, that's it. you like this, slut? bet you do, can't live without this cock can you?" he taunted, pulling your hair back as he slapped your face.

"answer me, whore. has my cock got your brain mushy again you can't fucking speak?" he hissed as you smiled "no! it hasn't, please put it back.. need it.. it's empty in me.. please.." he grinned, opening your mouth with his fingers as he shoved inside. "damn it! good thing you're my wife, huh? i'm damned lucky to get to use this throat all night" he thrusted inside, gripping your hair in one hand while the other choked you.

"c'mon, whore. that's the best you can do? fucking work on that dick" you bobbed your head faster, using your tongue swirl around the head and your hands squeezed his balls making him groan. "oh fuck! stand up, i'm gonna your pussy mold into the shape of my cock you hear me sweetheart?" he pulled you and kissed your lips, immediately plunging his tongue inside as his fingers worked inside your wet cunt, pushing you to lean on the locker.

"look at that. your pussy is soaked!" he mocked, bringing his fingers for you to see as you moaned "please! put it in me! can't do it anymore!" izana slapped your clothed tit as you whimpered "shut the fuck up, slut. you don't get to order things here." he thrusted his cock inside you.

"i do"

his hard, veiny dick was thrusting inside and out and you were out of breath. it blew your mind at how harsh izana's word was but his movements are still gentle and sloppy. he calls you names but his tone and his eyes are endearing. he's doing this because he loves his wife. you fall apart on his dick as love filled up your heart and cock filled up your weeping pussy.

"fuck! harder, izana!" he grunted "of course you do. you whores never learn patience" he bought his hand under your right knee, spreading you wide and vulnerable as he penetrated inside vigorously "yeah, that's it. clench on my fucking cock. fuck!" izana felt sweat on his forehead as he looked at how your pussy swallowed him so easily.

"o-oh! i'm gonna cum! aahh!" you squealed as he spat on your clit, rubbing it harshly "then fucking do it. gush all over my cock!" he groaned as he felt your insides got warm, clenching on his aching dick. he spread your legs, yelling profanities with his lungs. "gonna cum, princess. where do you want it?" he broke character but you roll your hips "inside please.. use me please" you begged so sweetly it invited a laugh in izana. "whore."

he spurted inside, making sure to drop every last bit of cum, tapping the tip on your clit as um oozed out. "you good princess?" he still asked as you drooled on him while he was wiping your thighs. "shoo good" you giggled. looks like izana would do this often for his wife.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #izana smut #izana imagines #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #tokyo revengers izana #tokrev izana #tokrev x reader #kinktober entry ♡˖

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sohcah-toa · 3 years

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Make you mine | toa

Kinktober Entry 2: Diluc

cw: NSFW (18+), yandere!possessive!diluc x cat!girl!fem!reader, diluc as a demon lord, evil diluc, size difference, fantasy, public, obsessed, cussing, minors dni

synopsis: you had no idea that a demon lord from the underworld has been watching you for years, not until he shows up in front of you.

n: kinktober masterlist link

n: no hate against kaeya here, just thought it'd be funny to include him a little. i actually love both kaeya and diluc ♡

Diluc is the ruler of the underworld, the Demon Lord. Out of boredom he uses his orb that was made by his servants. An orb that has powers to see humans from above.

Most of his time he just sits and watches the orb. No human could interest him, he keeps finding. Diluc was the biggest demon, the strongest, he has horns, a tail and wings. He's the only demon who has wings. A sign that he's superior.

One day, while Diluc was watching on the orb, he found you. You have piqued his interests out of everyone, he watches you 24/7 on his orb. Days, weeks, months and for years, he knows exactly what you're up to.

"It's time, my Lord" one of his servants bowed down to him. Diluc has ordered them to create something that could turn him into a human.

Diluc's wide mouth curved into a smile "Well, lead me to it"

His servant walked and he followed, leading him to the laboratory. Diluc never questioned a thing, he just wanted it to happen. He can't frighten you with his form now. He wanted you to be his. Any man who tried to flirt with you, he knows them and hurts them without your knowledge.

"Here, my Lord" there was another servant, he gave you little marbles, you just stared at him, waiting for his explanation "If you take this once, you could turn into a human for a week"

"Have you tried it?" Diluc asked and they all looked at each other and answered "N-no"

Diluc slammed the table "Do you expect me to be your lab rat?"

Everybody shivered, the servant immediately took one and drank it, he became a human. His red skin turned into brown and he had hair. His horns and tails were gone, he looked exactly like a human.

Diluc clenched the marbles he was holding "Very well, good job, you just saved everybody's lives here"

All of them bowed beneath him, watching his back as he leaves. They were almost crying. Diluc was known as someone who kills for the fun of it.

;

Diluc swallowed a pill as he stands before the portal entering the human world. He felt himself transforming, his claws and big body becoming normal sized.

After a few minutes of waiting, it was complete but there was a problem: he still had his horns and tail.

He groaned "What?!" just then his servants ran up to him, looking at him. He has red long hair, horns, tail and is naked, his dick was hanging, looks like it just grew a little bit smaller, it's almost the same size as before. His human self was well-built too and he has porcelain skin.

They were surprised, their Lord was just a little smaller than them. One servant laughed, Diluc immediately stared at that servant and then killed him.

Guess he still had his powers "Tell me why I still have horns and a tail"

"S-sorry my Lord, in terms of size, you are so different from us, I-I only calculated our size t-that was—" the servant never finished, Diluc killed him off before he got the chance

Everybody backed away, breaking in sweats. Diluc sighed and turned to the portal again whispering to himself "This'll do, I can't wait any longer"

;

A few hours after entering the human world, Diluc has clothes and he already took over a village, injuring everybody living there and then left.

He's off to find you. Since he knows everything about you it'll be easy for him. He tried to examine his dick before finding you, he realized that he was big and smirked, he saw what humans' dick look like because of the orb and he felt pleased about himself.

He's seen you doing dirty things on the orb and it excites him. It excites him so much that he masturbates while watching you even if his servants are present in the room. This has become a habit of his. It came to the point where he no longer can't help it, that's when he ordered his servants to create the marbles.

He thought to himself that you will be pleased by his size while staring at his own dick. People passing by stared at Diluc, a man with horns and tails staring at his own dick? Weird

;

Luckily for Diluc when he arrived in your village, halloween was being celebrated. Everybody was out dressed as monsters and Diluc fit right in. Diluc started walking towards your house.

While walking, he received multiple compliments saying that he has a sick costume and how cool that his tail really moved.

Just then, he saw you walking, he never realized that he hasn't been watching you for hours. You were dressed as a sexy cat and with a man dressed as a pirate; it was Kaeya. He immediately ran towards you to punch him. Everybody screamed. Diluc has known Kaeya because you like him, he never could hurt Kaeya because you see each other everyday. Diluc only hurts the people who you couldn't see after a day. He hurts the people but he doesn't want you to see that.

"Stop! Who are you?" You yell at Diluc. You turn to the man who was on the floor and help him up "Are you alright Kaeya?"

"Y-yeah. Crazy bastard" Kaeya muttered, standing up. You and Kaeya are on the way to the party in the Knights headquarters "Who the hell are you?"

Diluc just clenched his fists but turned to you and smiled "Can I go to the party?" Diluc remembered that you spoke about this in the orb, he thought it was the only way to get you to spend time with him

"How do you know about that?" You asked him, furrowing your brows. Diluc shrugged at this, how could he be so naive? You really just make him feel weak.

"I-I was invited — by Jean. I'm Diluc" Diluc blurted that out loud without thinking. He knows everyone in your life. You thought that because it was Jean, it was a big deal. You just decided to ask her in the party later.

;

You all arrived at the party. Diluc and Kaeya kept on fighting. You feel suspicious of Diluc so you're keeping a close eye on him.

Meanwhile, all Diluc could think of was killing Kaeya for being with you earlier. Diluc had no idea if Kaeya saw you dressing up or if he did something to you.

You were feeling a little thrilled. Kaeya made a move on you earlier, asking you to be his 'partner' or as he called it 'his fuck buddy'. You agreed since you had your eye on him for a while and you were sure he kept on flirting and touching you from time to time. He put something inside of your pussy hole earlier, a vibrator.

Diluc never knew this because he wasn't watching the orb earlier which was his biggest mistake. He has no idea what happened.

You feel a little queasy, you feel Kaeya staring at you with a smirk. You couldn't even notice Diluc who is keeping an eye on you. He knew your reactions. He knew you were feeling good but had no idea why. You feel the need to ask Jean about the man though but your knees felt week.

Everybody you encountered asked you if you were fine to which you answered "J-Just had too much to drink, I'm fine"

You make your way to Jean's office, you knew someone was following you, you thought it was Kaeya so you felt excited. The thought of him pulling you in the hallway and having his way with you in public turns you on.

Diluc was the one following you, hurting anybody who dare go in your way by using his tail.

You wondered why you weren't seeing anybody. You fall to your knees as you moan. You're on all fours in the hallway, alone, moaning slightly, cursing Kaeya in your mind.

Diluc saw your ass and that your shorts were all wet. You are wearing a cat costume after all, Diluc can see almost all of your skin.

Diluc's pants already had a tent. He couldn't help himself. He's been watching you for years and here you are in front of him. His tail wagged watching you moan on the floor.

You gather the courage to stand up, you were near Jean's office.

;

"Jean?" You went in the room and there was nobody. You go in her bathroom to fix yourself. You have to remove the vibrator. You say sorry to Kaeya in your mind, you couldn't take it anymore and he wasn't making a move anyway. You sigh at this thought.

You heard someone outside "Jean? S-sorry, I had to use the bathroom real quick" you haven't thought this through, why did you even remove it? Where the hell would you put it? You groaned to yourself as you put it back. You clenched your teeth to prevent yourself from moaning.

You came out of the bathroom and saw someone— Not Jean, not Kaeya, the guy from earlier, Diluc.

You slowly backed "W-what are you doing here?" you feel your slick flow on your thighs "Ghn— what do you want? Jean's not here" you tried your hardest to supress your moans

"I'm not here for her, I'm here for you" He muttered "Why are you feeling good?"

You were confused, how could he possibly know that? You were trying so hard, isn't it enough? You ask "What?"

"I know you. You're feeling good right now. What happened with Kaeya and you?" Diluc said with a straight face, you were slowly walking to the door while conversing with him

"We're not close" You rolled your eyes, he slowly walks closer to you. You were so nervous that you tripped on your cat tail and fell on the ground.

Your legs were spread and your butt was hurt "Ow"

Diluc stared at you as he walks toward the door "You're wet"

Your eyes widen from embarrassment. You were unable to talk, you quickly stick your legs together hoping that Jean would come back in her office.

You stand up backing away from him but he grabbed your waist using his tail. You gasped "It — moved?!"

You were now face to face with him, you feel his tail's grip on your waist tighten as he stares into your face "You're beautiful up close, even more than when I see you in the orb"

You couldn't get away because of the tail, you're still grasping the situation. He pulled you in closer, letting his erect massive cock feel your fuzzy shorts. He slowly grinded on you as you thrash around.

You were surprised, even when grinding you could already feel that he was so big. You felt scared. You tried to back away from him but his tail kept pulling you in closer.

"Why are you backing away?" He asked, this time he also used his hands to pull you closer by holding your back.

"L-Let go!" You yell at him "Who are you?! What are you?"

Diluc doesn't budge "I will make you mine" he forced himself in your lips and started to kiss you roughly, groping your breast so when you moaned, he entered his tongue. You struggled and tried to push him away but his gropes felt so good. Not to mention you had a vibrator in you.

You started melting in the kiss, letting his hands roam in your body. You stop thrashing around.

"S-stop" You whispered, feeling week in your knees. Even if you do fall, his tail got you. You feel like he was sucking the energy out of you.

Diluc was breathing heavily at this point, hungry for you after all these years "S-Shit— you feel so good y/n" he stared at your face, he was so addicted that he wanted to put you in his pocket and own you.

He sniffed your hair, neck, shoulders, your chest, inhaling all of you "You even smell good, so that's the purpose of putting those things in your body"

"W-what are you t-talking about?" You softly groaned, feeling good "S-stop, Diluc"

He stared at you, wide-eyed "You called my name" he felt something he never felt towards you before, he never knew he would like it so much when you called his name. This made Diluc pin you on the door behind him without hurting you. Changing positions. His tail was carrying you on the waist gently.

"What are you?" You asked but he didn't utter another word. He nibbled your ear, licking it while his hands started to remove your costume. He wanted all of you.

You moaned loudly, you were pretty sure that whoever was walking outside in front of this door can hear you moan but you couldn't help it. Diluc was doing all the right things in your body. He knew just where to touch you, where to lick, where to grope. He knows all your weak spots.

The door was making creaking sounds as he grinds himself in your crotch, grunting "Can't hold it anymore"

You felt scared knowing how big he was and that's just what you felt. You don't actually know how big he is. All of your costume was removed, he ripped it. The vibrator was still inside you. You felt hot but Diluc was a stranger, for some reason you don't want him to stop. You feel so horny, maybe it was because of the toy inside you or because this man was so hot and is touching you on all the right places.

He started to remove his clothes too "I never wanted clothes from the start" you felt anxious because you hear it everytime someone walks pass the door, you hear everybody partying just a few turns away.

"D-Diluc!" You scream as he started licking your breasts like a hungry little baby while pumping it, his long red hair touched your skin and tickled you, after you scream his name he started touching your pussy, he stopped and removed the vibrator. He looked at you with clenched teeth.

He slammed his hand on the door, just beside your head "So this is why you feel good?" he crushed the toy using his one hand and threw it. You shivered in fear, he was that strong "But I won't get mad at you, my little kitten I won't don't worry. Whoever did this will pay"

He rubbed your clit and sucked your breasts again, his tail was rubbing your butt while it was in your waist. You feel your mouth secrete saliva. Your slick flowed on Diluc's hand.

Diluc licked his own fingers, tasting you "You taste good" all you could do was moan loudly, not even trying to hide it anymore. Diluc has removed everything in your costume except for your cat ears. He liked seeing you with it "Fuck you're so cute with those little ears on"

"Ngh— Diluc w-what?" You felt so intoxicated by everything that you couldn't even focus on what he was saying. The door was creaking loudly at this point. You open your eyes and see his dick rubbing against your stomach, it was so big so your eyes widen "Your d-dick is so—"

Diluc smirked while he continued to make you feel good "I knew you'd be pleased"

His tail made you lean forward on his dick, letting you face it. His whole cock was the length of your head. You couldn't possible stick all of it in your mouth so you just look at him "This is i-impossible"

He stroked your hair from above and pushed himself in your mouth. Your eyes widen and tears started falling from your eyes, he started moving and you immediately gagged. The sound you made made Diluc do it more. You feel like your mouth was going to rip.

"I love fucking your small mouth" Diluc said as he thrusted faster. He couldn't put all of his dick inside your mouth, he was too big but still he kept trying, making you gag so much that saliva started coming out of your mouth, making his cock wet. He grabbed a handful of your hair, tightening his grip "You're so beautiful taking my dick as much as you can"

All you could manage was sounds, your mouth felt so full you couldn't even talk. You don't know if this cock turns you on or scares you. He made you gag so much that he almost came, but Diluc didn't let this happen.

He used his tail to make you face him again, he kissed you immediately, he doesn't care about the amount of saliva your mouth was secreting.

He started to position himself in front of your pussy hole "Diluc!! N-no! You're too—!" but he put it in, you scream. You felt like your pussy was going to break but at the same time it made you feel crazy. You started moving your hips on your own, jumping and letting your legs embrace his waist, letting your vagina suck all of his thick long cock as you move up and down, still pinned on the door.

"Fuck you're so big" You muttered, unable to control yourself anymore. You grinded on him like there was no tomorrow. You were riding him. Diluc grunted, letting you move, the look on your face turned him on so much, he was afraid he was going to break you.

Your feet curled while embracing his waist. Diluc removed his tail on your waist because you're already riding him. He used his tail to rub your erect nipples. You touch Diluc's muscled body. His abs and his nipples, you started sucking it "S-shit, you're making me lose my mind"

You don't know what you're doing, all you know is that you're horny, you didn't even care if this was a stranger. Diluc moaned, pushing you a little so the door could support your back.

He started to move on his own and you immediately feel his dick on your cervix as you scream. Diluc thrusted himself, banging you on the door. He groped your breasts as it bounces up and down with every thrust he makes.

"You're so beautiful you know that? You're mine, got it?" Diluc grunted, thrusting deeper, you were so sure you were going to break "Fuck!"

He thrusted so fast that the bangs on the door were getting louder and louder. The sound of his dick slapping in you echoed.

Just then, the door fell on the other side, breaking, he pounded on you so hard that you both fell.

You were laying on your back with the door on the floor and he was on top of you. The door and the both of you was now on the hallway. Everybody outside was looking at the both you. This didn't stop Diluc from thrusting and groping.

Everybody there either took a photo or a video. You couldn't stop moaning because of Diluc. He didn't care whether people were watching. You hugged Diluc and pushed him in your chest while he's still moving in and out of you.

You open your eyes and look everywhere, they were all your co-workers. You couldn't even feel embarrassed especially that you were previously in Jean's office and now you broke her door, all you could feel right now was pleasure as Diluc fucks the shit out of you. You stroke Diluc's hair as it tickles other parts of your body.

"D-Diluc— I'm cumming!!" You scream this as you move your hips at the same pace as him, you used your hands to rub on his nipples. His grunts became rougher along with his thrusts. He was so deep in you that the bulge on your tummy became bigger.

"Cum my little kitten, cum with me" He muttered, focusing on his thrusts "I-I'm going to cum in your pussy"

"Fuck" you muttered, feeling your high, Diluc doesn't change his pace, he continued hitting the right spot making you scream as you cum.

He wasn't done even if you were so he continued, your cum spreading on his dick. Seconds later his grin on your breast tighten as he came, filling you with his thick white substance. He tried to catch his breath then carried your lifeless body bridal style. His dick hangging around while everybody was there.

He used his tail to push all the people out of his way. "We're not done, these people are annoying me" Diluc whispered. You completely had no energy left, cum was seeping out of your hole.

"F-Fuck everybody is—" You whispered, looking at everybody while Diluc carries you. You caught a glimpse of Kaeya, his face was full of horror as he glares at Diluc's back.

"I'll take care of them. You're mine now" Diluc said with a smile. You felt so tired that all you could do was rest on his muscular body.

— END

note: help omg i luv demon lord diluc sm,, i feel like this is super long lmao

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