#izo wano

[wigglesdtuff]

he's just so pretty

[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 29 ➡ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈𝐳𝐨 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. office au.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @jin-supremacy01 asked: hiii sashi! 🌹 another event of yours that i am excited for! May i please request f! reader x izou for day 29 of your event? Office setting AU, boss izou/secretary f! reader and they are in a current relationship if possible 🧎🏽‍♀️ Lots of spanking (with his spanking paddle that he keeps specifically for her maybe?? and f! reader enjoys when the paddle is used), degrading, teasing, and any other kinks of your choice! Thank you so much, Sashi!! 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. degrading. dom izo. spanking with paddle. fingering. vag sex. creampie. 𝐰𝐜: 1.1k ➡ hentober masterlist

“Very well, (Name). Please, leave the papers over my desk” “Yes, Izou-sama. Do you need anything else?” “Yes, sweetheart. Please, bend over the desk for me”

Your still sore glutes get ready for another night of spanks; your boss -and lover- enjoys to the fullest the way you whimper underneath him whenever he uses the “paddle”.

The paddle he keeps stored on the second drawer of his desk that only the key hanging on your neck can open. Izo bends over you, as you also do over the desk. His long black hair falls on each side of his and your face as he does, his scent makes you shiver in desire, the delicate lips of your lover land on the commissure of your lips.

“Do you know what are you here for, (Name)?” he asks, whispering, teasing you as his crotch gets pressed against your ass. “I’m your secretary, so I’m here to help- you, boss” you mumble, feeling his growing erection and the warmth of his breathe as he waits for your answer.

Izo scoffs, “help me? You are here to be fucked, not to help me. Who do you think you are?” he says, using his soft hand to squeeze your cheeks with violence. His index, explores your lips and then inside of your mouth, dragging saliva all over your chin and commissures. “You are here for me to use your holes as much as I want, to squirt your dirty whore fluids all over my dick whenever I want. You don’t see how below you are to me, and that’s something you will have to be punished for”

You swallow, of course he is gonna punish you. He is gonna use the paddle, he is gonna use his palms, and you love it.

Your long haired boss pulls from your collar to get the little key off your neck, but not before popping a few buttons off your shirt. “Look at you whore, you look better with your bust exposed, you should walk this way around the office every day” he says, in a degrading -yet, extremely aroused- tone.

Opened the drawer, the device that will leave your glutes burning is already on his hands. Izo inspects your garments, lifting your pencil skirt to discover a special addition to your outfit you chose just for him. Black elastics carving indentations on your skin hold your thigh highs ups, the fine lace of a garter rounds your hipbones.

“Did you buy this slut? Or are you wearing it for another man?” Izo asks, almost frothing from the mouth but also a little jealous.

“I- it’s just for you, Izo-sama” you quickly answer, sure he is ascending to heaven with your sexy lingerie.

He doesn’t buy it, or at least he pretends he doesn’t. He has to act mad with you, he wants to punish, and he needs to make your skin sore.

“Don’t lie to me, little slut… in any case I will fuck you so hard and leave this ass so sore you won’t be able to fuck any other idiot” Izo says, giving you the first spank. It makes you whimper, sound that he stops from coming from your mouth by placing his hand over it.

Izo forces you to stop moaning louder, he doesn’t want the rest of the employees knowing what he is doing inside… or perhaps he does. “Bitch, stop mewling you are gonna make the whole office to hear us”

You tremble, both because of the pain as he keeps punishing you with the paddle and because you need more, more of him. Everything he accuses you of, he is right. You are his little slut, you enjoy everything he does with and to your body.

You can’t stop moaning, as your teary blurred vision tries to fix on the little sign with his name. “Newgate Izo, Flintlock C.E.O” it puts, engraved in the finest copper, fine like him but hard as well as him. He has spanked you countless times, you have lost track the second he pulled your panties off and his fingers went inside to play with your fluids. Fluids, yes, the ones he points out now that are oozing and dripping through your inner thighs.

“Look at you, so wet just because I keep hitting your ass? Or is it because you like my fingers to get inside that used cunt of yours?” he laughs, fingering you harder and with beckoning motions that make your legs shiver and become weaker every time.

You can only moan, and even if you would have love to say something you couldn’t. The sound of his white formal pants zipper going down was worth the silence. “Spread, I will fuck you now. And you better hold my cum inside you, ok? I don’t want my office getting all dirty. My sister is coming after”

You do as he tells, spreading and lifting your ass you allow him to penetrate you with no mercy, no delicacy, absolutely the opposite way anyone would think of this delicate man. His hand gripped in your hair, pulling your head back, his other hand around your neck ordering to look straight to the door. “Look, you are so stupid you couldn’t lock the door… what will people think if they come in and see you? Do you want the rest to know what a little slut you are? You want them to see you being punished for being such a whore? Do you want the rest to know how much you like to suck my dick under my desk?”

“I’m so-sorry Izo-sama… I-“ you try to apologize, absolutely in vain as he is not listening. Izo is in trance fucking you so rough and good, and you frankly, too. His endless hip thrusts making you reach climax, the way your clit now is hitting the side of his desk to overstimulate you, they way he has now almost vertical with your back against his chest and his hand squeezing your breasts with no care for your body integrity…

You moan loud enough to be heard by everyone, but he doesn’t mind because your climax make your walls milk his dick with endless clenches. And just as he ordered you, he fills you up with his warm release, absolutely careless about a single consequence that has nothing to do with pleasure.

“Good job, my little whore” he whispers turning you around, and sitting you over his desk. You smile still with trembling lips (both). “You know I don’t mean those bad words, right? I love you” he says, he loves degrading you but only during sex. “I know, my love. Never stop fucking me that way ~”

[slanbitch]

izo's back is no joke

[slanbitch]

Honestly i just needed an excuse to draw izo with sexy clothes

[sashi-ya]

~ 🌸 Cherry Blossoms Over Wano Event 🌸 ~

Soft! Nsfw ~ Izou x F! Reader ~ The Kozuki Mark

tw: soft! nsfw. Vag sex. Angst. Mentions of Marineford. Fluff. So much fluff. Nuditty.

wc: 1.3K

Like this event? masterlist 🌸~

Dear anon, thank u for being so sweet! I chose the prompt "The Kozuki Mark" for Izo since Oda blessed us with that panel of his back a few chapters ago. I hope you enjoy this angsty but romantic fic of this sexy god of Wano. I didn't know if you wanted NSFW or not, so that there are slight mentions of sexual intercourse in a poetic way. Thank u so much for requesting! 💖🌸~

The request was:

Anonymous asked: Hi darling, I’m a big fan of your fics ;). I was wondering if I could request an Izo x fem! Reader fic with any of the prompts you’re offering? Izo doesn’t get enough love so any fic you write with him in it would be marvelous. Thanks <3

It isn’t weird for some travelers to meditate under the waterfall. In fact, you are a little happy when that happens, being alone in the middle of the forest sometimes gets a little sad. But none of them seem to ever be as interesting as the person who is about to get a refreshing bath under the miraculous waters of the only river that hasn’t been contaminated yet. Your place is an oasis, in the middle of despair and lack of resources.

From the window of your minka you can see them. Normally men would take their clothes off when they are already inside the pond to wash them as they allow the burbling waters of the waterfall to massage their necks. But he is different. He… who is that person?

Before entering the pond, sleek long legs showing, he tries the temperature of the water with the tip of his toes. “Go ahead, Samurai-san” you whisper from your room encouraging the stranger to enter to the purifying waters of the pond you take care of.

He first lets his black coat with an emblem you find particularly familiar fall to the ground. Next, he takes the pins off his hair. Long, black, silky locks fall and flow with the soft breeze of a warm summer in Wano. “How beautiful” you mumble, in awe because his locks shine with the orange color of the sun hiding.

He starts walking into the pond, untying the sash of his kimono looking at each side. At this point you have only seen his back, and as he enters the water, even if you should stop watching by now, you just couldn’t. The black kimono slides from his shoulders through his back, exposing muscular fair skin. And as the fabric falls in between his long hair, you discover a huge tattoo.

“T-that’s the… Kozuki mark?” you gasp, taking your hand to your mouth. You take a look at your ankle, the half-moon inked over it promising the comeback of them, of the Samurais of Oden. “Could it be? Have twenty years already passed?”.

The stranger lifts his hair up as he dips in the pond, and you can see the tattoo clearly… He is one of the nine Akazayas. The man starts swimming, looking like a magical creature that lives in a forest. Lilac and orange reflecting around him, his hair flows with the water.

He aims for the big rock under the little waterfall, and as his body emerges from the greenish waters, the whole extent of his anatomy is shown before your eyes. Strong muscular arms and back, little waist, dimples on the small of his back, defined legs. “I shouldn’t be watching him…” you quickly look to the ground; how immoral you feel.

Truth is… you really need to keep looking. For a reason, far from voyeurism motives… “He can’t be him, he left this country twenty years ago, you abandoned me”

You shut your lids, with trembling lips. You are sure he will be now sitting towards you; you will be able to see his face and find out he is, indeed, the man you still love until today, but the man who one day disappeared on the horizon, the man who left to be free… but that didn’t take you with him.

Twenty years have passed, around his eyes you could tell such thing. He still wears his lipstick on his mouth, a doll-like image every time you look at his lips. The same tuft of hair that falls over his face, that once you told him it was your favorite. Collar bones you bit until fall asleep.

“Izo…”

The waterfall that falls over his head, makes his hair rain over his shoulders. His eyes are closed, but not relaxed. How could he not remember this was the minka we used to hide when we were just teens to learn about our bodies? Have you come here to look for me? or is it just your body memory walking you here… have you forgotten me?

You, attracted like a moth to the light, can't stop moving on your own. A mix in between sadness and rabid hits your insides, you need an explanation, you need to talk to him, you miss the touch of his skin…

“Why did you come here after twenty years, and you are not even looking for me?”

Izo jolts at your sudden shouting, he opens his eyes right away and crosses his legs to hide his nudity. “I have memorized every single cell of your skin, Izo…” you tell him, with deep pain in your voice and eyes blurred with tears.

“Name…” he gasps, the painful melody of his soft voice calling your name fills your ears. He jumps into the water to swim towards you. “I… didn’t…. I didn’t know you will be here” he excuses himself, covering his whole body with the pond that now mirrors the moon over you.

You look to the side, apparently the same man that used to be completely naked in front of you is now ashamed. “After you left me, I’ve moved in here. Do you remember this place?” you tell him, hurt. “Of course I do. I’ve just arrived and the very first thing I did was to come here… I was hoping to find you” he confesses.

“Why are you covering?” you ask, well aware his cheeks have turned blushed since he realized he wasn’t alone. He stutters, not sure which answer to give. “I…uhm…”.

But even if you are mad at him, so mad, you want to kiss him one more time, you want to be in his arms once again… it’s been so long…

Your clothes slowly fall to the ground, twenty years have passed, and your body isn’t the teenage body any longer. You are now a woman, and before his eyes you show the traces of time. Izo’s lips separate, he breathes erratically, his pupils dilate.

You dip inside the pond, right in front of him. The water cools the warmth of your skin, and yet the fire inside couldn’t be put out. You place your hands over his shoulders, noses so close. His startled countenance, the moonshine on his hazel eyes.

“Tell me, Izo… have you missed me?”

The man snatches you from your waist pulling you so close to his body, bellies touching, breasts pressed against his now muscular pecs.

“More than anything in this world”

He seals his lips with yours, a passionate kiss, twenty years of pure need, waiting day by day to come back to your arms. “You are back, Izo” you whisper in between kisses, and your legs crossed around his waist. “And I will never go away from you, anymore”.

Tears mixing, you and he can feel the salty taste as they run through your cheeks to your lips. Your hand on his back, carving your nails over the Kozuki mark that will finally bring freedom and peace to your land. His soft hands on your back, up and down, and you receive him inside you.

Just like twenty years ago, he feels exactly the same. Your whole insides clench to him, up and down you bounce. “I thought you… I thought you wouldn’t come back after Marineford, Izo” you cry out, in between moans and pants. “I lost… so much… but I couldn’t die… you were here waiting for me…”.

You kiss the scar that crosses his right brow bone until his lid, feeling how your body is reaching climax. His lipstick smeared all over your face, both eyeliners turned into black tears. Eyes turn white, a suffocated moan by the lips that hurt from waiting for so long…

The imperfect beauty of ecstasy… the warmth on your cores.

“Don’t you ever… don’t you ever leave me again”

“Never, never again… I love you”

[slanbitch]

bunny izo

[slanbitch]

i just needed Izo wearing this