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sugarlywhispers · 2 months

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viking!b.katsuki x fem!reader

a.n; i wanted to give viking!bakugou a try, and honestly, this is all @imaginationmess fault for feeding me fanarts of bakugou and his dragon🙃 luv you tho🤍

Viking Bakugou Katsuki who rides the biggest and most terrifying dragon that has ever existed.

A legend said that his dragon in particular had been going on for generations in his family, no one willing to risk their life to tame it. Until Katsuki’s uncle, Bakugou Kudo, did it. He had been the first in generations to ride this dragon. Yet he understood that the bond between dragon and riders was not consolidated between them.

When Katsuki was eight, the little shit escaped the hut and went towards where the nests were. Kudo almost had a heart attack when he saw the brat far off and almost there. He sprinted as fast as he could, a tragedy already displaying in his head –the kid being incinerated, turned to ashes, and his sister cutting his dick off for being a sorry ass uncle. Fuck, and he would had deserved it. Because even though he had tamed the beast, it was still very unstable to let anyone close to it; one of his own men had suffered the consequences of trying to get close, more than half his body had been burned. He was no longer part of their battles.

However, Kudo saw in first person how a dragon’s bond was created. Between his terrifying dragon and his little nephew.

It hadn’t looked much from his perspective, yet he felt the magical aura surrounding them. Katsuki laughed as he touched the dragon’s snot like it was a mer pup, happy and excited while climbing its leg with such ease until he was up on its back, right behind the head. The dragon himself helped the kid to reach the place. Kudo noticed then the beast’s eyes shining a very resplendent gold. Yep, that was definitely a bond.The kid was anything but scared, as he caressed the dragon's head, hugging it even.

Kudo smiled, shaking his head, hands over his hips as he took a deep breath, relaxing. The dragon was only letting him ride it because it knew that Katsuki was his bonded rider and Kudo was related by blood to the kid.

As years went by, the bond only became stronger and deeper. Kudo would ride it in battles, but once at home, the brat and the beast were like one. When Katsuki turned eighteen, Kudo retired from battles and settled down with a wife and kids at the village located next to that of where their family originally came from. From that day on, the brat became the dragon’s one and only owner.

Katsuki was the only human being able to control, care for and command this massive dragon, also becoming the nightmare of most villages in the world. Both, dragon and rider were vicious, deadly and feared.

You still remember the day Bakugou Katsuki landed on your lands. The bright blue sky suddenly turned dark, the huge dragon he rode clouding the sun above. Everyone knew what it meant. Destruction and chaos, the end of their peaceful lives.

The Leader of the village, your dad, didn’t waste time in trying to negotiate a truce between them.

And that truce is you.

You are forced to marry him, to leave your family, friends and life there and go with this barbaric man. You are a bit afraid he is some sort of savage. Rumors told how violent he was, how scary he looked with his scars and aggressive attitude towards everyone. Now that you have said man in front of you, you agreed with all of them.

You were expecting him to manhandle you, to treat you like another woman he picked to use for his own pleasure. Yet all you received since you stepped foot in his village, in his home, had been nothing but coldness and distance. He has kept to himself, doing his stuff and trying not to get in your way. Least to say, it has been completely awkward since the ceremony.

When you are getting ready for it, his mom enters his-your hut. She smiles, a sincere feeling in her eyes, “Being the daughter of a Leader sucks, ain’t it?”

You look down, a slight smile on your face that agrees with her but eyes filled with tears you’re holding back. “It does.”

You feel her hand on your shoulder, and the little squish she gives it in reassurance makes the knot in your throat tighter.

“My son is not a charming prince; however, I know the kind of man I raised him to be. You’re gonna be okay.”

You don’t say anything in response. You don’t even look back at her, but you think she didn’t expect it either as she walks out, leaving you alone. As you walk towards the entrance, fully knowing that once you cross it, your soon to be husband will be waiting at the end of the aisle, all you can wish is that Ms. Bakugou is right.

When the ceremony reaches its end, the old lady of his village drawing the symbols of union, love and family in your foreheads, Bakugou extends his hands for you to lay yours over his. You still haven’t looked him in the eyes, but you do what's expected for the ceremony. When your hands touch the skin of his, you can't avoid thinking how warm they feel. Big calloused, rough and strong hands surround yours, and you don't hate the feeling. On the contrary, it’s quite comforting. The old lady ties a beautifully white and gold silk ribbon around your hands, symbolizing the union of the souls.

While everyone cheers, you finally decide to raise your eyes towards him. Deep red eyes collide with yours, making a shudder run your body at their intensity. Surprisingly, it isn’t a bad feeling, but it is something you have never felt before.

A tingly feeling swirls in your stomach as you realize Bakugou Katsuki's face is getting closer and closer to yours, his intent clear. He is going to kiss you. Your first kiss. You close your eyes instinctively and his lips touch yours in a quick and short peck. Yet it feels like all the tingles in your stomach exploded, sending warmth throughout your whole body.

That has been the only close and physical interaction you have had until today.

Bakugou Katsuki decides to give you space to accommodate and get to know his village and people around.

It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. However, he never makes any sort of move towards you.

Until one day…

Bakugou got back that morning to the village after being away for almost four days with the victory of conquering another village, so you decide to bring him some of the sweet bread you have cooked as a welcome back. You have to admit, this time with him since the marriage ceremony hasn’t been bad. Civil, even. Despite his distance and cold attitude, he has never disrespected or forced you to nothing. Not even that first night as husband and wife. He didn’t even try, he simply picked one of the pillows and clothes to make a bed on the floor, closer to the entrance door, and slept there. You have been very confused. Your mum had previously told you everything of what was expected from a woman on the night of the ceremony. You expected even a fight between you two, because of course you didn’t want that to happen with a complete stranger like he was still to you.

Nevertheless, he never hovers over you. But you do feel his eyes on you whenever he’s around. He always makes some sort of sound for you to acknowledge that his presence is close. Katsuki is attentive to your reactions whenever you are both alone and doesn't even raise his voice at you. Ever.

Then again, he is his ruthless self with everyone else.

You tried looking for him around the village, but couldn't find Bakugou anywhere. So you walk towards the woods where you know the dragon's nests are, where they rest. Even though Bakugou has explicitly forbidden you to go near there, due to the danger their dragons were most of the time, even for the riders.

You are confident Katsuki will be there, so probably he will see you from a distance and you wont need to get that close. But when you arrive, you come face to face with the massive beast: Bakugou's dragon, Cweorth.

You have seen it at a distance, but having the beast up close is a completely different experience. Its whole body is red, with golden piercing eyes that feel very much like Bakugou’s itself. Its wings are huge as they spread in a stretching movement up high, almost taller than the big trees that surround the woods. You can even see some flare of gold in its scale that actually looks mesmerizing. Majestic.

Your basket falls to the floor in shock when the beast finally looks down at your small, minuscule being. It watches you intently, with a scowl on its face –like beast, like owner. But far away from feeling scared by it, you feel intrigued. You feel enamored even as you stand there, looking at such majestic creature.

Bakugou is actually several meters away, taking a bath in the lake close to the nests, cleaning all the blood and dirt off his body before going to the hut he shares with you. He has some scratches and cuts from the fights, but nothing deep or worrisome. He is very proud in saying he is the fucking best out there.

When he's walking through the woods back to the nests of their dragons, he sees it.

His whole body freezes. You are standing there, your arm and hand stretched upwards. His own dragon, the one who eats men like candy at Katsuki's own command, the one who has burned villages in seconds with his strong fire, the one who hates anyone’s touch or closeness that isn't Bakugou himself... His dragon has his snot close to you, letting you pet him with its eyes closed, enjoying your affection like a small puppy dog.

And he can not fucking believe what his eyes are seeing.

Of all the women he has had before you, none were brave enough to even look at the beast. They had all been afraid to death.

And there you stand, looking even fascinated by it. Eyes shining and smiling as you feel for the first time what its skin is like under your touch. You look… beautiful. Gorgeous. Heavenly sent. Fuck. You have him in your hands already.

Bakugou Katsuki then decides:

He will fucking kiss the ground you walk. He will give you everything you ask of him.

You want certain clothes to wear? He will search for them for you. You want certain foods? He will fly his dragon to wherever they are made or grown on. You want a land? He will fucking burn every single thing or life it takes to give it to you.

You want him? He will gladly give himself completely to you.

Well, he already is.

#mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #viking!bakugou katsuki #uncle!kudo #mha bakugou x reader #mha bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki x reader #mha scenario #mha imagines #mha drabble #bnha imagines #bnha drabble #bnha scenarios

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sothisart · 2 months

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This fanart is inspired by a scene from Language Lessons by MsAlexWP:

“Sirius woke slowly. It was one of those cool, crisp, perfect-for-sleeping mornings when the window was open and the bedroom air was cold, but it was wonderfully warm and cozy under the covers. He nuzzled deeper into his pillow and pressed his body against the warm expanse of bare skin behind him, wrapping his fingers over the wide hand that curved around his hip bone, even as his body and mind were still fuzzy with sleep. He didn’t want to leave the warmth of this bed, ever; he just wanted to stay suspended in this half-dream softness all day, every day.

He kept his eyes closed, ready to drift back to sleep—fuck work, fuck school, fuck anything that wasn’t in this bed—when he felt warm kisses drift sweetly across his bare shoulders. They were soft and slow, as though the lips giving them weren’t quite awake, either. […]

“Good morning,” Remus rasped sleepily into Sirius’s ear before kissing down the back of his neck and nosing at the silky strands of hair that fell over his shoulders.”

This fic is marked as explicit, I decided to make this art a bit less nsfw (I don’t know if that worked;))

#marauders era #moony x padfoot #padfoot #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black #wolfstar #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders fanart #marauders fandom #wolfstar fanart #wolfstar headcanon #sirius black fanart #remus lupin fanart #language lessons #Language lessons by ms alexwp

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dark-arts-stuff · 8 months

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Soo, I just watched the last episodes of season 1 Hazbin Hotel, scrolling through fanart and theories for the next season when I noticed a image that was taken in a scene of Alastor's tower.

It's a picture of Alastor on the table with Vox ripped out of it. And that, of course, got my brain rolling and it needs to spill out.

So we all know Vox and Alastor are bitter rivals. Radio V.S. Video. A clearer vision of their dynamic together is introduced in Hazbin Hotel's episode 2 of season 1 "Radio Killed the Video Star" where Vox, hearing that Alastor has returned from his 7 year absence, goes visually upset and makes a direct message on his platform telling sinners what a coward and forgettable person Alastor is, saying video (Vox) is much better than radio (Alastor)

But Alastor comes in using his own way of methods, radio of course, and starts basically beefing with Vox and wins the debate at the end of the song, "Stayed Gone."

It's clear these two hate each other and bicker to each other whenever the chance is given.

If that's so...why was there a picture of Alastor and Vox before Alastor ripped out Vox in it?

Well, it's kinda clear. These two were probably business partners in the past before something made them rivals.

It could be that these two couldn't get along because of their dispute between modern technology and radio. Or maybe how Alastor almost beat Vox one time that Valentino mentions.

Also, even though these two are rivals, Vox is obviously obsessed with Alastor. Wanting to see his down fall, wanting to overtop him, and getting very happy when Alastor retreats with his fight with Adam.

Yet, know we know these two use to be business partners and maybe, even to a degree, friends. Yet something tore them apart and now one of them is at the other's throat. Is it deeper than we think or is it really just because Alastor said no to being on Vox'a team?

Also I know people ship Alastor and Vox together (StaticRadio) so I'll also put in my input to how this plays out. If you don't care, you can skip this part.

I don't think they were exes. Why? Yes, Alastor is ace in the show, stated by Rosie. So I think it's not "lovers turned into bitter rivals" but more a one sided love by Vox that got his heart broken by Alastor whether intended or not. That would explain why Vox is obsessed with Alastor in someway, dealing with heartbreak is hard.

If they were friends, maybe Vox did love Alastor, but Alastor did not reputate those feelings back. When Alastor rejected Vox's offer for his friend to join the team, maybe Vox felt like Alastor rejected him. Is that why he's so bitter?

We'll have to see in Season 2.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #staticradio

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shalomniscient · 20 days

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saw a fanart and now all i can think about is tagteaming yukong with feixiao… nsft utc

“you’re so pretty, miss yukong.”

your voice is a delicate, lilting coo as you draw back from yukong’s pretty, dripping cunt, slick smeared on your lips and chin. the older foxian pants and twitches in feixiao’s arms, able to do nothing but curl her toes as your girlfriend holds her thighs wide open for you. over her shoulder, feixiao grins down at you as you dive back in, the wet sounds of your mouth working yukong’s pussy echoing in the room. she noses at the side of yukong’s ear, pressed flat against her head as her pulse sputters and jumps in time with each lash of your tongue, and laughs softly.

“isn’t she such a good girl, yukong?” feixiao asks lazily, one hand coming up to gently grip the other foxian’s jaw and guide her gaze back down to you. yukong whimpers, a high, pitchy noise, and it makes you moan right into her sex. you start to work with more fervor, lips sealing around yukong’s stiff clit every now and then to give it harsh sucks that have her writhing. yukong’s hair shoots down to tangle in your hair as her lower lip trembles with sheer pleasure, her entire body tense like a coil about to snap.

“y-yes,” she breathes, swallowing thickly as you crane your head upwards from between her legs ever so slightly to meet her eyes. “yes, she’s—ahn—so good, such a good girl, just like that—“

feixiao grins at the praise yukong gives you, looking down proudly from over yukong’s shoulder. “go on then, vixen. make our pretty friend here cum on that smart tongue of yours.”

you don’t need any more convincing then that. you press forward even more, if that’s even possible, your nose bumping yukong’s clit each time your tongue pushes into her fluttering hole. yukong cries out, loud and whiny, as you tonguefuck her to absolute oblivion. her nails scratch your scalp as she cums, and you lap up every last drop of it greedily, until your lips turn glossy and you can taste her in the back of your throat.

yukong slumps backwards against feixiao, her chest heaving with exertion. despite that, her tail wriggles happily, thumping lightly on the sheets. your hands cup her cheek as you rise up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on your lips. feixiao’s own hand reaches out to draw you deeper into the kiss with yukong as she watches, enraptured, before you break away and kiss her just as sweetly. yukong is sandwiched between you both, eyes half-lidded as if she’s close to falling asleep again.

you and feixiao share an amused look, before the general gently rolls her hips against yukong’s back. the older foxian’s eyes shoot wide open, her ears standing upright on her head.

“you didn’t forget about me, did you, yukong?” feixiao teases, grinding her aching cock against the small of yukong’s back. yukong mewls at the sensation, and you take the opportunity to kiss marks around her neck.

“feifei always goes for a few rounds before she’s satisfied,” you croon into the crook of her jaw, right above her fluttering pulse. “but you can take it, right miss yukong?”

(in the end, she could, in fact, take it—and then some. very well, too. is this the power of experience?)

#sev.thirsts #[nsft]#feixiao x reader #yukong x reader #feixiao smut #reader smut #been rotting abt this an unhealthy amount ngl #ik this is not what the people want but it’s what EYE want

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shomixremix · 7 months

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HOT SPRINGS OF INAZUMA ♥︎

this was inspired by @captainfia 's absolutely amazing art of itto in the bath. wrote this in one go, that's how great the fanart is. thank you for giving me what to write for this wonderful sweet himbo <3

can you tell itto is my favorite

tags: arataki itto, female!reader, fluff, slight angst, smut, sex in a hot spring, established relationship (kinda??), jealousy, mentions of an arranged marriage, forbidden love

-> you decide to unwind after a rough day in the nearby hot spring, only to be met with someone already hogging it - a very large, very handsome, very demon someone.

reqs open!! | minors DNI

dressed in a silk kimono and nothing else, you make your way to the hot spring not far from your house. there is not one but two neatly folded towels in your arms, one significantly larger than the other. even though you couldn't be certain, the smirk on your lips was already anticipating the feeling of a much larger body behind you.

the smirk curls into a full-blown grin as you realize your intuition was right yet again; the big, burly body you knew every crevice and curve of stretched lazily in the bath. you set the towels down on a nearby rock, slipping out your wooden sandals.

you can't help but be in awe of the man, no matter how many times you've seen and felt him before. the red marks adorning his body that you were so familiar with and sometimes oh so desperately traced on your pillow to try and feel him closer never failed to make your lower stomach swirl with arousal. always forgetting your lover was a mythical animalistic being, and therefore, had a very sharp sense of smell.

"fuuuccckkk..." he groaned out as he threw his head back, "don't just stare, love bug, get in here"

you smile at the little petname the demon used, eager hands running down to untie your kimono and let it ruffle against your feet. as soon as it was discarded of your body, you dip your toes in the hot water hesitantly.

it was an understatement to say you had fully expected him to pull you in playfully by your feet, rough-housing you until you were maneuvered onto his lap. yet, the oni does nothing of the sort, his head continuing to hang back in what you assumed was pleasure and tiredness.

you step in further, letting your thighs be submerged by the hot water. only then does he notice your existence, eager, crimson eyes watching you as you float closer to him. 'like an angel', he thinks.

"you're early" slips off your tongue, a loving smile on your face as you look at the oni in front of you. his face stretches out in a toothy grin, a soft blush in his cheeks under the moonlight.

"what's wrong, itto? that excited to see me?" you tease through a chuckle, tempting him as you very slowly move through the water.

"you know i always am, sweets", he teases back, a hint of hunger in the way he's looking at you. however, you also notice a gleam of something that wasn't an ever-present look on his handsome face - exhaustion. the kind which you've only seen from very overworked soldiers and generals.

"you okay, arataki? you look tired"

to your surprise, he doesn't answer the question, submerging deeper into the water until only his chest and head were left uncovered. you make your way over to him, sitting down in his lap, your legs wrapped around each one of his meaty thighs.

"hm? what's wrong, itto?" you repeat your question as your fingers run through his mane, yet to no avail - the oni's arms run to grab your hips, pulling you even closer.

"nothin', baby, everything's just fine. just... tired, a bit."

"aww, my poor oni..." you coo softly as you kiss his neck, trying to further relax your lover, "did the arataki gang stumble into some monsters? is that why you're tired, love?"

he grumbles something incoherently, his claws digging in the softness of your waist and hips. the big, rough-looking demon turns into mush as you kiss him, dishing out quiet praises into your ear.

"mmph, love bug, so good.. so freakin' good to me, baby... missed ya', missed ya' a lot.."

"aww, missed you too, itto!" your final kiss is pressed onto the point where his neck meets his chest, where you nuzzle you head and still. however, your rest is far from guaranteed - you know damn well not a single one of your hot-spring dates could end without itto letting you ride him.

so, just like every other time, the demon pulls you in closer, letting your softness brush lightly over his shaft under the water's surface. you giggle at the all familiar feeling, slowly sinking down on him, just how he likes. just how you like, too.

"ohhh, itto..." you moan into the night. even after so many times and so many nights stolen and spent here, with him, you weren't used to his size. it took a bit of a struggle and one sharp thrust of his hips, but soon you were fully seated on the oni.

much to your dismay, your lover didn't thrust his hips into yours and bury his head into your chest, as always. no, this time he simply laid back, head thrown back as his forearms rested on the hot spring's edges.

your instincts tell you something is wrong - the usually bubbly, excited, restless oni was now slumped and without energy, not even caring for the fact that he was inside you, that he was wrapped in your velvety warmth. your palm reaches to touch his neck, slowly tracing the big, red markings down his torso.

"anything i can do to help, itto?" you ask unsurely. you weren't used to being the one carrying the conversations between the two of you - his much more extroverted personality took care of that. yet, he remained quiet. too quiet.

"jus' stay like that for a lil' while, sweets, hmm?" he mumbled, enjoying the warmth of his bath.

"i brought all kinds of soaps and oils.." you hum, a hand running through his mane, "would you like me to help you wash off, oni?"

arataki only nods, letting out a large sigh as you shift a bit on his lap so you could grab the toiletries. his sigh turns into a groan as soon as your hands meet his body again, massaging every defined muscle with a mixture of dendrobium oil and sakura petals. his eyes never shift towards your body, head thrown back from the pleasure.

now that he was completely cleaned of any musk from a hard day's work - aka running around and playing adventurers with the gang - his usual self still hasn't emerged, making your eyebrows scrunch in worry.

he wasn't very willing to talk, you knew. yet you needed a way to make him feel even an ounce better.

your own neediness and the fact that itto never once before denied your pleasure made you roll your hips to his, earning a slight groan from him. that only encouraged you more, rolling your hips again, and again, and again...

"shiiittt, sweets.." he howled, his tense muscles relaxing into your touches. how you loved every curve of that enormous body... your hands go over his pillow-y pecs, across his defined abs that always make you drool and all the way down to his belly button and the little happy trail that, indeed, made you very happy. your roll your hips again, desperate for his attention. the warmth of the bath wasn't enough - you needed the warmth of the oni.

as he gets more desperate, his grip on your hips becomes tighter and tighter. you know he's close to snapping, his hips shallowly thrusting into your warmth. to get him to loosen up completely, you lay your body forward, nuzzling your face into his neck, right under his ear.

"itto.." you breathe into him, "fuck me. please. i've looked forward to this all day..."

no matter how tired, those weren't words any oni could ignore - let alone an oni desperately in love. in cruel, tangled, messy love.

"fuck, baby..." he groans, giving you a rough thrust, "missed ya' too.."

his pace picks up and suddenly, he's hunched forward, handsome face nestled in the crook of your neck, big, beefy biceps wrapped around your waist. his sharp fangs grazed your skin, always careful not to leave a mark.

"don't.. hah.." the usually over-confident itto hesitated. he hesitated!

"don't go, baby, yeah? lemme bring you to the gang, you know everyone loves ya', they'll be more than.. fuck! more than excited to see i finally brought ya' home"

the look in your eyes changes from one of pure arousal to a saddened one, your hand running to cradle his cheek.

"you know i can't, arataki.." you coo, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "i'd love to, i'd love to stay in a tent with you forever, but..."

there was no need to finish that sentence. itto knew well why you couldn't - that, however, didn't make it any easier.

"yeah, yeah, i know" he grumbled, obviously saddened himself.

"'ts not fair! i see ya' maybe once a week, love bug, it's drivin' me fuckin' crazy!"

you hug him tight as he continues pounding into you, each word followed by an upset, feverish thrust.

"i know, it hurts me too, love.. i miss you every day, more than you know.. i miss you, and your arms, and your body, and your horns, and-"

"and being bounced like this in my lap, yeah? that what you miss the most, sweets?" he teases through a smirk, grabbing on to you almost possesively.

you laugh sweetly, pressing a kiss to his temple. "i do, i really do. but that's not what i miss the most. you, all of you, are what i miss the most"

suddenly, you let out a sigh, struggling to say your next words. "you know, that commissioner recently came to ask for my hand..."

you could practically hear his heart breaking as his thrusts slowed.

"oh, uh.." he cleared his throat, trying to mask his sadness, "congrats, love bug. you'll..." he swallows hard, his words physically hurting him.

"you'll be sucha good wife"

but not his wife, like you wanted to be. that thought was breaking your heart into a cajilion pieces.

"itto, i- i don't want to stop seeing you..." you choke out, "you know i'd go with you if i could"

"so then go with me!" he almost growls, a hint of irritation and fear in his voice. "come home with me, baby, i'll marry ya' instead. i'll let ya' pick out wherever to live and i'll give ya' as many little oni's as you'd like. hell, sweets, i'll retire from the gang if that's what you ask-"

you shut him up with a bittersweet kiss, tears streaming down your face as you're being bounced in his lap.

"i can't!" you cry, "i can't and it's killing me! i want that too, itto, i wanna run away and stay with you! but i can't, i can't and i'm gonna go crazy if we stop seeing each other because of my future husband!"

once again buried in your shoulder, itto continues rocking into you and groans. he's hiding your face, and you know why - he doesn't want you to see just how devastated he is.

"fuck, never gonna stop seein' ya', love bug.. never... and don't even give a fuck that you'll have to explain to your fuckin' husband why all your babies have horns, why each and every one of 'em looks nothin' like him..."

you laugh at his statement. you want to reply something, but all that comes out of your mouth is a moan of his name.

"yeah, that's right.. that's right, fuck, baby, yeah? not his name, yeah? not on his lap, not his face buried in these pretty tits, not coming around his dick, hm? yeah, yeah!"

you can do nothing but nod your head in agreement, way too absorbed by euphoria to form words.

"that's it, that's it sweets, yeah? 'ts okay, 'ts okay, baby, come. fuck, come around my dick, will ya'? come on your oni, make sure they all know that a demon fucked ya', that a demon none of them would get even close to stuffed ya' full, hm? wanna have you dripping at the thought of me as you marry him, yeah?"

you could hear the jealousy practically dripping from his words as he lost himself in his thrusts, hips eagerly chasing his high. you obey his command, reaching your peak and collapsing on his chest as you ride the waves of pleasure. the smell of sakura petals from his skin hits your nose, and suddenly, you never want to leave his perfectly, inescapably safe touches.

"ooohhh, fuckkkkk, baby..." he groans as he finally finds his release, shallowly thrusting into you as rope after rope of warmth fill your insides. after a few moments he stills, arms wrapped tightly around you.

you stay in his embrace the rest of the night, letting him peck at the skin of your shoulders and neck while you gently bite his beefy body. not a word was said, both of you far too afraid to speak. this might have been the last time you ever see each other, and neither of you wanted to ruin the comfortable afterglow of your love-making.

soon, the time of your return comes and you have to unwillingly unglue yourself from his arms. you get out of the spring, dressing back into your robe as you hand him a towel, your legs still slightly wobbly.

"goodbye, my oni" you say shakily, pressing a feathery kiss right above his lips.

"see you next week in here, sweets" he says, but he can't be certain of that - he can't be certain he'll ever see you again.

"yeah," you whisper, eyes full of tears, "see you, itto"

you turn around, leaving back to your estate with waterfalls of tears pouring down your cheeks. you could still faintly feel your grip on him as you lie alone in your bed, only the image of his crimson eyes and white mane running through your mind.

your oni. the man you love. the man who loves you, endlessly.

the demon you can't be with. because demons and pretty commissioner's daughters didn't go together in inazuma.

you sigh as you look out your window, your view spreading to the yashiori island, knowing your love was somewhere out there, asleep under the stars, probably dreaming of you. tears fill your eyes once more as you look around your room, the supplies you collected over the past few weeks lying readily.

soon, you'd escape, and run away to itto. you weren't giving up on him, and you begged all seven archons for him not to give up on you, too.

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ ⊹₊⋆

synopsis: roleplay with nanami backfires on him

tags: switch!Nanami, switch!Reader, handcuffs, riding, against the wall, roleplay

wrd cnt: 1.1k

a/n: my friend sent me this fanart and i literally opened this app 2 seconds later to write…

You find yourself on the dining table, hearing the sound of boots echoing off the cold marble floor. You can't believe you're really going through with this, but the thought of roleplaying with Nanami was something you couldn’t get out of your head unless you finally did it.

As you turn your head, you see Nanami standing there, dressed in a tight-fitting police uniform, complete with a badge and a gun on his hip. He looks every inch the authoritative figure, and you can't help but feel a thrill run through you as he approaches.

'Well, well, well,' Nanami says, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 'If it isn't our little troublemaker. You're coming with me.'

You open your mouth to protest, but Nanami is having none of it. He grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you towards him, his eyes flashing with dominance.

'You're under arrest,' he growls, his breath hot against your cheek. 'And I'm going to make sure you pay for every little thing you've done.'

You shiver with anticipation as Nanami pulls out a pair of handcuffs and secures your wrists behind your back, though not to tight as to hurt you. He then pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing against yours as he begins to search you.

'I'm going to find every little bit of evidence you've hidden,' he growls, his hands roaming over your body. 'And then I'm going to make you pay for it.'

You moan as Nanami's hands find their way under your shirt, his fingers teasing your nipples. You can feel your arousal growing as he continues to search you, his hands lingering on your most intimate areas, squeezing and kissing the curves and dips of your skin, wherever he can find them.

Finally, Nanami steps back, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“It looks like we have a bit of a problem here. Look at you, I can't very well take you in like this, now can I?'

He reaches down and begins to unzip his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

'I think I'm going to have to search you a little more thoroughly,' he says, his voice low and dangerous.

You watch as Nanami pulls his cock out, already hard and eager for you. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours once again as he begins to grind against you.

'Let's see if we can't find a more...creative way to search you,' he growls, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss.

You moan as Nanami's cock slides inside you, filling you up and making you feel complete. He starts to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast as he takes you roughly against the wall.

'Is this what you wanted?' he growls, his lips finding your ear. 'Me to take control? To dominate you?'

You can only nod, unable to speak as Nanami's thrusts grow more urgent. He reaches down and grabs your thigh, lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist as he drives deeper inside you against the wall.

'You like that?' he asks, his voice rough and raw. 'You like it when I take charge?'

You nod again, your orgasm building up inside you as Nanami's thrusts grow more frantic.

“Say it.” He demands, taking your face in his grasp as he watches your brows furrow in surprise. You can feel yourself on the edge, ready to explode as Nanami's cock hits that perfect spot inside you.

“Please- Officer….keep going- I love when you take charge.”

He chuckles, letting go of your face as his free hand now unlocks your cuffs, giving you a reward for your compliance.

What a bad cop.

'Come for me,' he growls, his teeth sinking into your neck as he bites down.

As he finds himself distracted in the hook of your neck, you swing your cuffs up and find his wrists, bounding them with a tight clasp.

Nanami's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the cold metal of the handcuffs around his wrists, locking him in place. He tries to pull away, but your legs are still tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. A smirk spreads across your face as you take in the sight of the powerful officer, now at your mercy.

'Well, well, well,' you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you taunt him. 'Looks like the one in charge isn't you anymore.'

Nanami's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes locked on yours as he processes the situation. You can see the desire and confusion warring within him, and it only makes you feel more empowered. You shift your hips, causing Nanami to gasp as you find that perfect spot once again.

'You like that, don't you?' you say, 'Being at my mercy like this.'

Nanami's reply is strangled, his lips parted as he tries to find the words. But before he can say anything, you lean in and capture his lips with yours, silencing him with a deep kiss. You can feel his body trembling beneath yours, his cock still buried deep inside you as you explore his mouth with your tongue.

You break the kiss, leaving Nanami panting and breathless. You slowly slide your legs down from his waist, relishing in the feeling of him sliding out of you. But you're not done with him yet. You grab his bound wrists and lead him over to the bed, walking him like a dog before you push him down onto his back, hitting the plush of your bed.

'Now, Officer Nanami,' you say, your voice low and seductive. 'It's my turn to take charge.'

You climb onto the bed, straddling Nanami's hips as you reach down to guide his cock back inside you. He watches you with a mixture of desire and trepidation, unsure of what you have in store for him. But as you begin to move your hips, riding him with a fierce intensity, he can't help but give in to the pleasure, moaning deeply when you pull the chain of his cuffs up to hold his bound wrists above his head.

You lean down, your hair falling around Nanami's face as you kiss him deeply once again. You can feel his body tensing beneath you, his cock twitching inside you as he gets closer and closer to the edge. You break the kiss, sitting up straight as you ride him harder and faster.

'Come for me, Officer,' you demand, your voice filled with power and authority. 'Come for me now.'

And with that, Nanami shatters beneath you, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that leaves him gasping for breath. You follow soon after, your own release crashing over you as you milk every last bit of pleasure from Nanami's body.

As you both come down from your high, Nanami catches his breath, head thrown back onto your bed.

'I think we can consider this little...incident taken care of,' he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

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