We Got A Sadistic Dio Brando :,)

we got a sadistic Dio Brando :,)

summary. to be Dio Brando’s possession means to please him in anyway he wishes. if he wishes to ravage you sadistically tonight, so be it.

cw. choking, domination, forced climax, kidnapping, noncon, power dynamics, sadism, sexual themes, top yandere x bottom reader, toxic behaviour, yandere themes

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Kinktober Day 15: Come Inflate (Black Coffee)

Day 15: Cumflation Title: Black Coffee Pairing: Sugar Daddy Gang Orca x F!Reader Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: Dubcon, cumflation, size difference, breeding, daddy kink, toys, manipulation, coercion, yandere Note: First of all, kink is “come inflate” in title because tumblr is stupid and I wasn’t sure I would show up in tags if I did that. Second of all, this got longer than I intended but I really like how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!

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“Hello, and welcome to the cafe, what can I - “

As you turn around, you see one of the top pro heroes, Gang Orca, standing and waiting to be served. You’ve seen pictures and heard stories about him, but you have never seen the man in person and you can’t help but admire him. He is huge, easily towering above your small form, with defined muscles that you can see even through the well tailored suit he wears. His eyes are red and gazing at you as if he expects you to recoil from his appearance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” you smile genuinely, “what can I get for you today?”

He seems slightly surprised by your quick recovery and politeness, and his face relaxes a bit. “Just a simple black coffee for me, thank you.”

You give a nod and turn as you begin to prepare his coffee, humming slightly to yourself as you work.

“I was surprised to find this cafe still open at this hour. Are you the only one working tonight?”

You sigh as you turn to glance back at him. “Yeah, I am. My coworker bailed on me.”

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(This is a Yandere Gang Orca x Pregnant Female Reader short story ;)) 

TW: !Noncon!, Past Noncon!!!, Pregnancy sex!, Breeding kink!, Size kink!, Lactation kink!, etc.. 

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birthday creampie (pt.3 in the 'your first creampie' series)

-Gang Orca x f!reader-

smut drabble of kugo giving you your first creampie

I'm sorry I haven't posted something in so long. And, I know it's late, but this is for Kugo's birthday (it was the 29th)! Sorry I delayed it, but I rather it be a few days late then on time and not good quality.

“Hey,” you welcomed Kugo home. He didn’t seem particularly stressed or relaxed, so that was good. His suit jacket looked fairly roughed up, though. “How was work?”

“How it typically is.” He unbuttoned and flung his cape and jacket over a chair, loosening his tie after.

As he came towards you, you closed your laptop. It was easier to see his clenched jaw and ever so slightly tense shoulders with him near. You whispered, rubbing his bicep, “I’m sorry, honey. Do you still have tomorrow off at least?”

“I have the entire weekend off.”

“That’s good,” you exhaled, relieved his work didn’t mess up his plans for once. You scooted close, curling your legs halfway on his lap. “Excited to see what you get?”

“I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know. I wanted to.”

He huffed, but the hint of a smile wasn’t lost on you. He patted your thigh and nudged your forehead, heated breath warming you. “Thank you. And yes, I am excited. It’s been a while since it’s just been you and I for an entire weekend.”

Your lips pressed to his nose. “Mhmm. An entire weekend with an old man.”

“If thirty-five counts as old, then I guess I am.”

Before you could tease him some more, he straightened, reached into his briefcase, and spoke, “I almost forgot. Look what I found,” His hand pulled out, holding a set of old Scooby-Doo comics; the three issues printed by Harvey Comics that you’ve tried hunting down more than a few times.

You smiled, unable to suppress a sad laugh mixing into your excitement. “Kugo… Did you seriously buy me something on your birthday?”

“My birthday isn’t until tomorrow. Here.” He placed them in your lap.

They were clean, kept safe in a plastic sleeve. You carefully pulled the first issue out and flipped through the pages. No signs of aging or wear affected them. Full coloring. Clear words and outlines. No cuts. No stains. No folds. Perfect. You sighed as you felt the spine, “Where did you find these?”

“An old collectible shop near the park. I saw them, and I couldn’t just leave them there. I know how long you’ve looked for them.”

You slung your arms around him. “Thank you.”

“It was nothing.”

“I love you. I love you so much,” you hummed into his cheek. One thigh made its way over his lap, settling you nice and close. “I feel like I should give you one of your presents early.”

“I’d rather have you tonight.”

Claws, despite their sharpness and size, took the comics with the same gentleness he would use with a flower and returned it to its plastic sleeve. They took your hands next, thumb stroking over your fingers, slowly lifting them to his rostrum, nuzzling them for a makeshift kiss before his tongue tapped them.

You whispered his name. It called his tongue to lap along your cheek, brushing warmth and affection. Hands found your bare legs, working slowly, stroking from your knee to your underwear, sneaking under them before smoothing down again, groping and petting. Occasionally, a nail or two would grace along you, almost tickling, spurring your hips to rock.

Expressions of appreciation and love spread between you. But his clothing felt like too much of a barrier, preventing the words and feelings from absorbing. So, as his tongue mindfully slipped past your lips, always careful of your reactions, you fumbled with his tie and vest. His wide shoulders always made working with the latter difficult.

Thankfully, he took over and unbuttoned his dress shirt, too. It left his torso open, and you gleefully pawed at him. Trapezii and deltoids flexed. Broad pecs and axilla hardened. You traced the rift between his abs. They weren’t rigidly defined like those gym rats, but that didn’t take away from their handsomeness. His bulk and build were still marvelous.

Abruptly, he stood. You yipped and held tight. While he carried you, you kissed and bit one of his clavicles. A low chuckle droned through his chest. You could feel it much better with his top off; his thin skin abling you to feel his heartbeat intensely as well.

You kissed away the hint of saliva and indents your teeth left.

“It’s alright. You’ll have to bite me much harder to leave a mark.”

“I know. Just wanted to kiss it better.”

Before you could peck it again, you were placed on the bed, getting to watch as Kugo unbuckled his belt, relishing in how his Adonis belt, accentuated by the hard line of black and white skin, led into his pants. And those were next. Thumbs hooked and lowered them, taking his boxers too, exposing his beautiful pubis and hulking thighs and hanging, twitching cock pulsing to life.

He didn’t let you ogle for long. He crawled atop of you, helped you remove your nightgown, slid off your underwear, and returned his tongue to your mouth like it belonged there. The weight of his body was welcomed, creating a small little wall to the world. It was just you and him.

Palms flowed down your side, hoisting your thigh to rest on his waist. One of his thighs dipped between yours, catering to your need for friction. Your hips listened, lazily humping his leg, slicking the surprising amount of arousal along him. Your bodies leisurely roused each other.

His caressing resumed, kneading the soft spots on your thighs and cupping your bottom, pricking and spreading them at your sounds. He tugged you closer. You held his jaw, wetly sighing around his tongue, “Ku… Go.”

Much to your chagrin, your mouth was emptied, leaving you to swallow the saliva he left. “You’re much more wonderful than a present.”

“Don’t be cheesy,” you giggled. “And you don’t even know what I got you.”

“I don’t need to know, my love.” He licked your lips clean and delicately pressed a finger inside, eagerly adding a second, hushing your growing moans. His free arm laid under your neck, supporting your back while you wiggled, fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Kugo, more.”

“Shh.” He cooed, always needing to temper your eagerness. “Take it slow.”

His fingers waved, inciting your hips to hurry, and swept upwards. You gripped his wrist and jerked. At your hanging, dry mouth, his tongue filled it. Saliva dribbled from your lips. It became less of a kiss and more of you just sucking on him, doubly so when a third finger wormed in like you wanted, finishing the stretching.

“God- Fuck- Fuck,” you blubbered and scratched. Your eyes and neck rolled back as they sped up, weighing heavy and sturdy inside, molding you to his shape.

Arousal and sensitivity heightened. The three thick fingers sunk fully in. His palm, fawning over your clit, massaged all the wetness right back into you. The increased stress and pressure tighten your body, bearing a sudden tenseness, sending warm pleasure up your spine and down to your toes. You moaned through the waves and ripples until your body gave.

“I love you, too,” Kugo muttered, serenading your breasts with love and long, thorough licks.

You whimpered at the coddling. It was made more acute by his fingers still inside. And he made no move to remove them, keeping them still as you calmed.

Your wandering hands stopped on his erection and weakly pumped. Precum dotted your stomach. He didn’t move, but he did groan, fanning your chest in heated breaths. It added to the fever your orgasm left behind.

You were emptied, lifted, and positioned to straddle him. His cock bobbed between you — hot, thick, and twitching. He rubbed your back as you rubbed him, feeling each vein throb. You couldn’t help but sway, brushing his head just so against your clit. When he grabbed your hips, you sped up, grinding along his length, watching you slick over him, practically lubing him up with your own arousal.

Kugo groaned your name and hurried your movements. Each graze to your clit jolted you just a little more. Your sighs were interrupted by his tongue. Rubbery-like skin cushioned your fingerpads, feeling up past his temple to his dorsal fin, massaging its base. It urged him to jerk you a little faster, a little harder.

Maybe you could give him an early present? Though, it’d also be a present for you too. But you’ve never mentioned it. Maybe this would be too sudden or out of the blue for him? You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable and on his birthday of all days.

You’ve seen it, tasted it, smelled, and felt it. But it’s never been in you. No one’s ever cum in you, and you were as certain as you could be that you wanted Kugo to be the first person to do that, and from how your relationship has been going, hopefully, the only one.

You withdrew from the kiss and stopped all the pampering. It took you a few seconds to catch your breath. Red eyes met yours, summoning a bit of embarrassment about what you wanted.

He nudged your cheek, noting your very obvious fluster. “What’s on your mind?”

“Um… I was thinking about something, like… Could we try something today?”

“Try what?”

Unsure how to say all of your thoughts, you boiled it down to its basics: “I want you to cum in me.”

His dark skin couldn’t blush or glow, but you recognized the searching eye and clunky movements.

“Kugo, it’s okay if you don’t want to. Completely ok-”

“I want to.” The eagerness in his voice chased away some nerves. “I’ve just never… done… that.”

“I haven’t either.” You placed your palms on his chest. The heart inside beat heavily, hotly. “I think I, um… I want to try it with you. If you’re okay with it, of course,” you added on the last part, not wanting him to feel pressured in any sense.

“I’ve never had a partner I’ve felt comfortable enough with to try it with. It always felt too intimate than what I was ready for.”

You cupped his cheeks, holding eye contact in defiance of the butterflies shaking your body. “I’ve always felt the same. But I'd really like to try it with you.”

“I’d love to.” He licked your nose before burying into your shoulder. “You’re too good for me.”

“No, I’m not.” You sighed his name, lining him up, slowly and, somewhat timidly, lowering. You grit your teeth from the girth. And it only flared and bulked the further you went, part physically, part mentally.

“I feel like you are.” Soft words purled out, seeping avid praise and adoration into your skin. Claws gripped your bottom, cosseting you snuggly on and against him, trapping passions between you. “I always feel like you are.”

“Kugo…” You rested on his shoulder, allowing him to take control. He lifted you up. His corona, though not much wider than his shaft, popped out with a lewd noise. Without needing to look, he guided you onto him again, prodding your front wall the whole way, groaning as he finally nestled fully inside.

“You’re the only one I’ve felt this comfortable with.” His temple leaned on yours. Arms folded around your waist, keeping you in his cradle. Not once did any of the muscles or sharp points of his being ever hurt or scratch you. They nurtured and gave and celebrated all of you, even the ‘less than’ parts. The depth of his mumble shivered your limbs, “I’ve only loved you like this.”

“Don’t make me emotional.”

“I don’t mean to.” Kugo moved, easily maneuvering your body to the bed, never once leaving you empty. Strong thighs kept yours wide and kept him deep.

“Fuck,” you panted.

Weight settled on you. Hands slid under you, grabbing your ass, spreading you open. His pubic bone flattened to your clit. And his hips glided in patient, languid thrusts. Each one prodded densely, almost painfully.

You grasped at his back. Sleek muscles rolled with his hastening motions. You couldn’t move, too caught up in his arms and cock. At one particularly stressful thrust, you hissed, loudly.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s… I can’t…”

Kugo whispered your name. It was all from concern. You knew that. But feeling him beginning to withdraw, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and your nails dug further into his back. You could feel skin scuffing under them. “Stay. God, please, stay. Please.”

He said your name again, remaining still.

“Kugo, I’m almost-” You humped, trying to get him moving. “I’m alright. I’m okay. You’re just- Fuck. You’re so fucking big. C’mon. Please. I want your cum in me.”

A finger tilted your chin up. His tongue bathed over yours and he resumed at the same speed, but much, much firmer, sinking balls deep, force bouncing your body. Hands swaddled your ass, acting as an anchor to hold you still for a good fucking. It granted a stable rhythm and an impending orgasm. And his earnest groans helped, pleasing your ears more than it should have.

The ceiling blurred. A tear cooled your temples. Eyes and heart fluttered, leaving you grappling and gasping as his rutting, grunting body. Yet, before you could peak, you felt his. It was new, hot, swelling his cock, being the first man to ladening you with cum.

“Oh…” you breathed, struggling to get the sounds out. You questioned if it was the average experience. It was almost uncomfortable: ample, awkward, and ardent, pressuring you a bit too much as it steeped around, inside. You trembled and stuttered something akin to his name.

He licked your cheek, cleaning the tear and granting some coolness amidst the sweat. “You need to cum-”

“Don’t- I do- I don’t need- need to,” you blundered.

“I feel it’s unfair-”

“It’s not, Kugo. I promise. This is perfect. It really is.” You embraced him as best you could. Your legs still held his waist, refusing to let go even as he went flaccid. You didn’t care about orgasming, beyond content with simply feeling this for as long as possible. Your voice shook when you spoke. “This is all I want right now. Please.”

Though it was his birthday, he granted you another gift: Arms settled on either side of your head, keeping you safely bundled under him. The remaining tears were lapped up. “I meant every word I said. I love you more than you could know.”

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