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onyx-syn · 7 months

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"All Eyes on Me"- LA! Husband! Buggy x Chubby! Wife! Female Reader

Warnings: Little to no plot, Some Fluff, Smut, Sub! And Dom! Elements, Flirting, Bondage/Restraints, Praises/ Some Degradation, Pre cum used as lube, Unprotected Sex (no pulling out), Body Worship, Pet Names and Foreplay

*Don't steal my writings and claim it as your own*

*18+ Only*

Summary: After many nights alone without your husband by your side due to his busy schedule, you finally get time alone to explore eachother once more.

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I've had this idea for a while, I'll come back here and make some changes but for now let's just enjoy this piece ✨ (heh, get it, piece, like a piece of Buggy's body part, heh)

“You know, last time I was just my head in a bag was when-"

You turned your husband's decapitated head to look at you in the palm of your hands. Your fingertips gracing his painted cheeks, caressing them softly as you held him, "Shhh! Shush! Just - l-let me do my thing bugs", Not like he could see you. You covered his eyes with a thin black cloth which surprisingly did well at hiding your figure from his sight.

However, that didn’t stop the onslaught of lewd words from his red stained lips, smugly smirking as he did "Wow, getting feisty I see!” He started. “I’ve always liked that side of you doll~ What are we doing tonight hm? Am I gonna have to- eat you out like a feline? Maybe with some popcorn in there heh. Hold you down with my hands only? Or-"

“Bugs!” You cried out, puffing your chubby cheeks out ready to smack that dumb look of his face you adored so much.

You couldn’t really see it, but you watched his eyebrows raise a bit over the black blindfold, presuming he was rolling his eyes at you from behind them.

You cradled Buggy's head in one arm now, pushing his cheek against the fabric of your outfit clenching to your chest. You raised your free hand and flicked his head, which brought the clown a stinging pain, erupting a noise out of him.

"Okay! No need to show your claws missy" he exclaimed, pouting a little wishing he had his hands right now to do the same comeback to you.

You smirked down at him, giggling at your husband's reaction. "Well that's what you get~".

You have suggested the idea of switching things up tonight earlier in the day, wanting to do something 'special for buggy', quoted in your own words. You two haven't had the time to spend nearly as much together as you used to. With all the meetings he's been going to, talking with Alvida and such.

It didn't help that whenever he came back from those meetings, he would either be too busy sleeping or scheming his next show to spend alone time with you. Ultimately it did hurt you, but you understood where he was coming from.

So, on the day that he finally had off -no meetings, no show runnings, no rehearsals, no nothing- you told him that you two were going to spend time together tonight no matter what.

At first he was a little annoyed, joking and groaning to get your attention. You knew he wanted to spend time with you just as much as you wanted to. The nights he would come back to your quarters from the meetings, he would be exhausted from it all. He was more or less annoyed, as he felt like they weren't getting anywhere and wanted to call the big actions during the meetings too.

He would nuzzle up to your tummy once he returned to your bed together. Mewling into your stomach, his makeup smearing on it. He would grope your sides, pulling and jiggling them. It was like a stress toy for him, and he enjoyed it very much, amongst other things.

You pull yourself out of thoughts once you hear your husbands, still in your arms, complaining and questioning.

"Hey! Heyyy baby!~ You awake over there? Curtains are still calling" He manically giggled as he spoke, the way he would crack himself up with his own puns. "Where are we heading anyways? Where the hell did you take my body too? It feels like... Erm. Something I'm sitting on-"

You shook your head as your husband spoke, trying to talk and come up with conclusions on where you put the rest of his body at. As much as he would blabber on with this and that, it was endearing and sweet to hear him speak.

“We’re here, Mr. Dinkleberry” You say aloud playfully, walking up to your bedroom quarters that you both share and opening up the door with Buggy still in your one arm, who looked visibly confused even behind the blindfold.

“D-dinklebe- What the hell does that even mean?!? Are you making fun of my name now huh? Wow, after everything we’ve been through doll-”

“Oh my god Bugs!” You pinch his cheek, a bit of his makeup smudged on your fingers now. Buggy made a smile that resembled pain, but you knew he was only joking. You sat his head down on a little blanket with radiant sunflower tapestry on it on the dresser that faced your bed. Luckily, the tides weren’t bad outside of the ship, the waters were calm which would make it easy for tonight's activities.

Buggy, to say the least, was a little bit curious of what was about to happen. You and Buggy have always been adventurous in bed to say the least, so he was more excited than anything else.

Your husband was going to speak before he felt his breath hitch in his throat, feeling your hand rub his neck slowly, putting pressure lightly before you moved downwards. The tips of your fingers grazing the skin of his bare chest lightly, sending a shocking wave of euphoria up his spine.

Buggy gritted his teeth, wanting to tear this blindfold off of him to see what you were doing. A small sweat tear gliding down the side of his head. You held back a giggle, walking over to pull the blindfold off your husband. Once the blindfold was off, Buggy fluttered to keep his eyes open, getting used to the bright light now being in his line of sight.

When Buggy got back to his senses, which was pretty quick to say the least, he was greeted by the most wonderful and gracious thing he's ever seen. Your chubby body, in a beautiful sheer lingerie, clutching to your sweet rolls. The lingerie stopped at mid hip, making your flesh spill underneath making it look squishy and pudgy. Your breasts cupped perfectly in the lingerie’s cup holders, making a slight jiggle as you moved ever so slightly. Because of the sheer fabric, Buggy could see your nipples perked through the fabric, a bump against it. Buggy gulped, feeling as if his breath left him and went above the great clouds in the sky.

With the sheer fabric of the lewd clothing Buggy could see with his eyes your beautiful stretch marks. Buggy would compare the tidal waves out at sea to your stretch marks, how wavy they were and how they decorated your skin like the engravings of eroding wood of a ship from the waves. Buggy could feel himself lose it, his river color eyes looking up at you, almost in a puppy like form. Your hands were behind your back as you looked down at him, swaying your shoulders back and forth.

A smirk was plastered on your face as you looked down at your husband, leaning down so you could grasp his chin in your hands. You watch as his eyes glance from your eyes, down to your hanging chest -taking note of the stretch marks on them that he oh so wanted to kiss- and then back up to you.

You decide to break the sensual tension and speak up, "You like what you see?~" you question playfully.

Buggy responded with a toothy smile plastered on his face, making his red stained lip stick perch up almost all the way to the top of his cheeks.

"Very much, my baby~"

You giggle lightly, letting go of his chin and start walking over to the bed. Buggy disrespectfully looking at your ass, watching you sway your chubby hips as you walked over to the bed. He wanted to do so many sinful things to your body it was unbelievable, grip harshly onto your love handles and feel your weight bounce off of him.

You walked over to the bed, lifting your hand as you slide up and down his chest once, slowly getting on top of the bed, putting your exposed cunt onto the crotch of his pants. You bit your bottom lip as you felt his clothed bulge collide with your pussy. Rolling your hips to gain friction, a small bubbly feeling created in the pit of your stomach, it felt good and erotic. His chest was bare, his skin glistening in the light illuminating from the lantern next to your bed. The only thing that covered him was just his pants, the part he desperately wanted off so he could rail your beautiful self.

You moved your body just a smidge downwards, jiggling a bit as your hands caressed the sides of his thighs, watching him tremble underneath your touch.

"y-you!" Buggy exclaimed, biting the inside of his cheek. Buggy had many sensitive spots that he liked to be touched at by the grasp of your hands, even through the clothing. His thighs were part of the case.

Of course he could just attach his head back but... oh fuck he wanted to be a good boy for you. After all these stressful meetings he wanted to be pleased and pleasured, just feel the righteousness of your love and attention, even if it meant he wasn't allowed to touch you just yet. He wanted to get the greenlit from you before he could enact all the sinful things he had in mind to do to you.

His breath hitched as he felt his cock be released from the comforts of his pants, the thick air he was feeling in the room hit his sensitive muscle. He bucked his hips in the air, your eyes glaring at the flesh of meat flop in the air as he did so. You couldn't help but let out a little playful giggle at the sight, truly finding enjoyment out of it all.

Buggy had enough, he used his hands -attached to his body- to try and grab you, only to make a noise of discomfort once he realized they were restrained by rope on each end of the bed frame. Buggy, although very pouty and ready to throw a tantrum that he couldn't touch you, was smirking with devilish delight.

"We're bringing in ropes now huh?~ very naughty from a performer to do my doll~"

He admitted, his body squirming underneath your chubby figure trying to break out of the ropes. The ends of your lips curled up, watching your husband desperately trying to get out and fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

"Does my baby boy want his wife to let him go?~" you ask, your voice oozing with sensual tense.

Buggy rolled his eyes, still struggling to get out of the ropes, "What does it look like dumbass, of course I do! Fuck you until your brains are pouring out" He said, not having an ounce of embarrassment as he watched in glee as you looked away from his staring, a flustered smile appearing across your face just now.

"I wanna do a lot of backstage stunts with ya baby~" He giggled.

You looked back at Buggy once you gained composure over yourself. You moved yourself back against the bed, laying halfway on your back but kept yourself raised on your elbows. The flesh on your hips and thighs expanding once your bottom half laid down, how squishable and pudgy it looked. Buggy loved your hips, how much he could grab and mark with just his hands alone.

You settled yourself between your husband's legs, spreading your big thighs apart to reveal your exposed cunt to your husband's head still perched on the dresser. Buggy's eyes were swirling in a lake of lust, seeing your fat pussy on full display to him.

The way your flesh was rolled up in the sheer fabric as you laid down, how it clenched like its life depended on it to your skin. You can hear the bed frame shake vigorously, like his hands were about to break the entire bed. You hiss as the air in the room touches your cunt, your clit twitching from the sudden contact.

"fuck~" You whisper under your breath, surprisingly buggy didn't hear, too focused on trying to get out of the restraints cursing at how tight it was. You knew he could easily get out of it, but you knew that he wasn’t a complete master at his trade. Regardless you loved him and even more so loved to tease him.

Your hand trails down from your breast down your belly, moving over the rolls that were prominent in your lingerie. You stopped your hand just at the top of your pussy, touching the squishy flesh lightly making Buggy go wild at how close you were to your entrance. You can see the desperation in his eyes, you knew he wanted to touch you -grasp- at your skin, mark all over your rolls and handles. Make you remember who you belong to.

You were in love with this dynamic now, smiling at your poor husband’s reactions as you slide a finger down your folds, mewling at how wet you already were. You slide another finger down, thrusting your hips up just a smidge that wasn’t noticeable. Your chest feels heavy all of the sudden, rising up and down a little slower now, your breathing becoming hefty.

You add two fingers into your pussy, gasping at your own intrusion. Moaning abruptly into the thick air. The heat of the room rushing to your chubby cheeks, you bite the inside of your cheek as you start to go further into your pussy with your fingers, reaching your knuckles. You continued to do this process over and over for a few moments until you found a nice rhythm, adding speed and pressure to your cunt fucking.

Buggy’s eyes were entranced at the scene in front of him, seeing you all flustered from your own actions. He was jealous that you could feel your own satisfaction while he had to sit back and watch. His hands tighten into fists, frustrated that he wasn’t gripping you by the hips and railing you into oblivion. His hips thrusted into the air, imagining you riding him, how he wanted to feel your tight walls around his hardened cock. Pre cum leaked from the slit of his red hot tip down to the base of his cock, gliding down the vein that started from the top and ended mid way.

"Shit" Buggy said aloud, seeing the slick of his wetness drip from the tip of his cock.

His mind started to sprout dirty thoughts seamlessly out of thin air making the poor head shut his eyes close. He imagined your mouth wrapped around his tip, swirling your tongue around, putting pressure onto his veins and underside of his cock, sucking the cum out of him. A soft whine erupted out of his throat, his cheeks burning hot which brought his makeup to grease now. His whine, however, did not go unnoticed by you.

You smugly pride yourself with a smirk on your face, throwing yourself off by your own pleasure of your fingers. You spoke, “Aw~ looks like someone is enjoying the show? Is my baby boy enjoying the show?~” You ask him, your voice in a low seductive voice ending it in an annoyed moan. Your fingers brought you great bliss but didn’t go far enough.

Buggy pouted his bottom lip, opening his eyes and looking away from your gaze, making an occasional glance back over to your position. To say he was upset would be an understatement. “This is unfair” He replied to you, sounding petty.

You didn’t respond, only shaking your head before you stop, reaching a spot in your fat cunt that boiled a pit of hotness in your stomach. You sped the speed of your fingers, trying to go deeper to hit your g-spot with little to no luck.

The speed of your fingers now started to make your flesh jiggle, triggering Buggy’s head to stare fully right at you, the struggling of his tied hands stopped, memorized at how much your body jiggled just from a single movement or touch. You let off a cry, desperately trying to reach that sweet spot of release but nothing.

A wicked smile started to form on your husband's face, a maniacal chuckle rumbling out of his mouth. “Does my baby need help over there now, hm~?” He questioned you, knowing what your answer will be, or should be.

Your breathing became heavier, arching your back as you deepin your fingers, putting on a real 'good' show for your husband's delight. To Buggy, it felt like you were edging him at this point, finding it a real big shame in his case that he wasn't gonna be the one to make you cum.

But you had a little scheme up your sleeve. You slowly pull out your fingers with ease, showing off how much you've stretched yourself with just your chubby fingers alone. You hummed in delight at the feeling, noticing how slick and glistening your fingers looked in the light.

Your thighs were quivering at the sensation, just the pleasure you brought upon yourself extreme your acceleration. You slowly but surely moved back on your knees, struggling to keep yourself stabilized as you crawled back onto your husband, straddling yourself on his thighs. You brought your hands and caressed them through his trousers.

You watched as he trembled again, hearing him let out a noise of enjoyment. You moved his trousers more downwards, showing off his bare naked skin to you. You felt heat rise up from your neck to your cheek seeing your husband so bare. It's been so long since you've been this close to each other, even the sight of his sweating head brought much euphoria to you then it has in so long.

You leaned down, pressing your precious lips onto his sweaty skin, tasting the saltiness of him. Buggy was so quick to reattach his head back to his body that you didn't even realize it until his body jerked under your lips, forcing you to lean back and almost have your neck attacked by Buggy's greedy red stained lips.

Your eyes lock onto your husband's, how desperate and lenient on kissing you, ravishing your body as if you were a prized steak for him to eat up like a lion.

"Baby, baby baby baby~" Buggy whimpered out for you, pulling at the restraints once more, wanting -no- needing to get out of them and fast.

You tsk at the man below you, he was at your will and command. You felt buggy hum in a sensual tone deeply under his breath as he felt your added weight switch back onto his hips, watching you straddle your thick hips onto his. Your dripping wet core was hovering over his cock, in one drop you would be in direct contact with his cock entering you.

Buggy could not get over the fact he could not touch you. He tried to thrust his hips upwards, colliding the tip of his cock with your folds as you tried to move away from the moving mound of flesh. He moaned at the contact, feeling how wet you were which sent a shivering cold sensation up his spine.

He let out a breathy sentence, "P-please i- hmmmm" he begged, throwing his sweaty greasy head back against the bed frame, sweat gliding down his body.

"I... I want you- fuck" He was embarrassed of speaking. His lust coated eyes staring into the ceiling before glaring back at you, licking his lips slowly as your rolls jiggled at the slightest movement once more.

You smiled deviously at your husband’s pathetic excuse of begging. You trailed your hands back down to his body, feeling how sweaty his flesh was against your skin. You caressed him, moving your thumbs in circles around on his torso and side.

Your lips started moving, “Does my husband want to be a good boy for his woman?~” You asked gleefully, your hips moving downward little by little. You bit your bottom lip once you felt the slit of his leaking cock touch the entrance of your fat cunt.

Buggy nodded profusely, giving in to his predicament of his constricted hands. “Yes yes yes please i- Shit! I’m supposed to be on top fucking your brains out! Not like… Erm… This…” He admitted defeat. He loved the dynamic but hated it so much at the sametime.

You chuckled, leaning forward and pressing your lips on his cheek, pressing many kisses on his face. You can feel his makeup melt from the intense heat of his cheeks, how much he was blushing and flustered from the ordeal you put him in. You moved along down his cheek, reaching the edge of his lips. You pulled back just enough for the tip of your nose to touch his.

You began to speak, your hot breath sending goosebumps throughout Buggy’s body, his watercolor eyes staring right back into your colored orbs.

“You want me?~”

Buggy gave you a toothy grin, giggling lightly, stopping abruptly once he felt his tip enter your core just slightly. He tried to thrust his hips up until you stopped him, pulling yourself off from intrusion. Your hands traveled up to his shoulder, moving your hand in the way to wag your finger in the side of his vision.

“Nuh uh, uh~” You told him, smirking devilishly at the poor man who was desperately wanting you badly now. You can see the desperation in his eyes, lust and hunger swirling in them like a pool of lava.

He whimpered as you kissed him for a quick second, pulling away before he could slip his tongue deep into your throat. He wanted to feel you, feel your touch in more then just his exposed areas, he wanted to love you so deeply that his cum explodes in your and paints your walls.

"please! Just, fucking, fuck my cock goddamnit! I wanna feel you baby~" He proclaimed. "Feel your ice cream around my cone~" he giggled at his, otherwise, stupid joke.

However, you liked his response enough to give him what he so ever wanted. "As you wish, my husband~" you whispered against his lips.

Your lips locked onto his once more, as you pushed your chubby frame down onto his cock, moaning aloud in his mouth, feeling a burning hot creation being made at your regions. You felt his redden tip spread your wet folds apart. His pre cum acting as lube for his entrance way to your fat pussy. You hissed in the kiss, feeling tears amerge from the edges of your eyes as you felt his cock being swallowed by your walls as you continued to lower yourself back onto his hips.

Buggy was no better. His breathing fastened, his chest rising up and down heavily. His tongue swirled around in your mouth, dancing with your tongue as he took in the sensation of your cunt. Your walls were so warm and wet, coating him in your slick and bliss. He was sweating intensely, the euphoria of sex bringing heat throughout his body. He felt his knuckles burn from the fist formation of hands, trying hard not to break the bed frame from the restraints. His hips squirmed, pushing up a little out of instincts. He groaned as he hit the back of your wall, breaking the kiss.

You pulled up from the kiss panting, pressing your hands down on his chest as you sat on your knees. You cried out a moan, setting yourself on his hips now, your big thighs straddled on each side of him. You sprouted out curses underneath your breath, your cunt taking his cock fully. Your cunt walls stretch at the size and girth of his length, been a while since you've felt him this close to you and in you so it was quite an experience to re-experience once more.

You pulled your hands into fists, trying to get used to his size and length. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, sending a surge of pleasure throughout your pussy and up your spine.

"oh fuck buggy~" You whimpered out, trying to change your breath as you wiggled around, not noticing how your husbands eyes were entranced by the way your hips shake with each wiggle.

"Goddamn baby" He said aloud, thrusting his hips just a little bit. Just enough so he could feel the tip of his harden flesh touch your gushy walls.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, please please please... please just... fucking, FUCK ME!" He couldn't hold it in anymore, he wanted you, needed you, every part of your squishy flesh out on him. All your weight, all your gloriousness, put up on him so he can completely wreck you.

You nodded quickly, your face sweating from the intense heat brought upon your chubby cheeks. You shook your hips, trying to get comfy in the position as well as getting used to being on your knees with the slightly constricting lingerie.

"Yes darling, fuck I-i~" you huffed, holding yourself together, keeping your breathing steady.

You raised your hips up slowly, Buggy's river eyes staring at your folds lifting and spreading, showing his wet cock off glistening from the light as you lifted yourself up before coming back down on him.

Buggy jerked his head back, mumbling out a moan from his chest as he felt you clench around his entire length with your slippery cunt. He looked back quickly, watching you go up and down slowly, painfully slow for that matter. His ocean orbs staring in a trance at the way your rolls recoiled from you riding him. Oh, how gracious your skin looked beneath the sheer lingerie as it jiggled. Your stretch marks stretching as your flesh moves up and down on his cock.

He could see the ends of the lingerie that stopped mid hip losing its placement, moving up further slightly, showing off the dark imprint it left from its tightness around your squishy skin. The chest of your lingerie that cupped your breasts perfectly was also starting to let loose, the top of your breasts slipping out of the holding, almost as if they were gonna completely let loose and flash your husbands eyes.

Low huffy moans erupted from your parted lips, riding him up and down. You looked so beautiful on top of him, the way you had control of how you wanted to ride him, swallowing his cock hole in your wet core. You could feel a similar heat swirl in the pit of your stomach, a sensational lustful feeling that you've experienced before.

Buggy was so hard, it was starting to hurt with how much he just wanted to slam your hips and fuck you. He couldn't believe that you would do this to him, what did he do to deserve this punishment of not being allowed to fuck the most priceless treasure amongst the 4 seas that he claimed as his.

He was gonna fuck you so hard once he got out of the restraints.

And then, it finally happened.

You watched -your eyes clouded with sinful aura- as a light bulb clicked on Buggy's head, seeing him detach his right arm entirely, floating over to untie the restraints of his left arm and repeated the process with his right arm.

You could almost watch in horror as Buggy's torso and top half leaned up, wrapping his around your thick waist and pulling you in closer. You gasped at the sudden new position, feeling yourself lose the control of keeping yourself at your own pace and be in your man's arms. Your breasts pressed harshly against his sweaty chest, the tears of which stained through the sheer fabric of your lingerie. His cock still deeply inside of you, twitching aggressively as Buggy now had the power of switching up roles between the both of you.

You looked at Buggy with wide eyes, your hands raised up to grasp at his shoulders, taking note of how close and how tightly he held onto you.

Buggy on the other hand, was in a greed of delightfulness, sinfully smiling at you as his eyes narrowed at you, tightening his grip around your waist.

"My how the tables have turned, sweet cheeks~" He exclaimed, chuckling darkly. He lifted you up by the waist, seeing you whine at the empty feeling of your cunt, upset that he pulled himself out of you.

You let out a noise of surprise, feeling your entire body switch positions so quickly you could not process it fully until your back hit the warmth and comfort of the bed sheets, how soft they were to your skin. Your body recoiled as you hit back against the bed, sending Buggy into a crazy rage. He quickly went in between your legs, wrapping the thick mounds of flesh around his waist, letting out a hum in glee at how you could easily crush him with your thighs. God how he- no, not now, later maybe he could find out- but now was not the time. He needed to fuck you.

He looked down at you, seeing your beautiful self spread out across the sheets. Your chubby face burning from the intensity and movements, your breathing just a tad bit heavy from early activities.

Buggy loved it, adored it, adored you, loved you.

"God your so beautiful~" He mummers underneath his breath, pushing his length back into your pussy admittedly.

His eyes memorized with the way your lips parted, letting out a cry as you felt your cunt get plummeted with the hardened piece of flesh, taking it in whole. The way your flesh recoiled from the harsh thrust he gave you, his blue curls gracing the top of your pussy.

Buggy huffed out a low chuckle, his body surging with adrenaline or sinful delight.

"So perfect, so perfect for your captain, your husband, your director~" He slowly pulled himself out of your pussy, watching as the base was still coated in the slickness of your fat pussy and walls clenched around him, before immediately slamming back into you. Your body recoiled from that greatly, a little shred of fabric appearing from the lingerie, showing off a stretch mark that claimed your skin.

A sheer cry leaves your throat, gasping for air as you feel your insides turn into a gushy mess from the harsh impaling of your cunt, his tip touching the edges of your walls feeling you up. His hands grasped at your thighs, huffing out low breaths as he composed himself. Sweat dripped down his sides, his gloved hands wet through the fabric.

"Holy shit~" He mumbled, his mind becoming foggy. He started to thrust his hips in and out of you, his eyes focused on the way your rolls bounced off his cock, seeing you recoil and jiggle.

It was incredibly erotic.

His grip around your thighs became tighter, surely leaving a bruise behind for the morning. "So g-good, you feel so good baby fuck~" He praised you.

His right hand trailed down from your thick thigh to your stomach, gripping onto the moving flesh through the tearing lingerie. He sped up his pace, wet ludicrous sounds emitting from the slapping of skin that could be heard across the quarters near your room.

"Look at how beautiful you are, hmph, my wife~" He groaned out loud to you, smiling deviously as he began to pinch and pull at your roll, his hand ripping through the fabric which caused a bit of a hole to appear.

"So soft, so soft, so soft. God I've missed this, I've m-missed you my sweetcheeks~" he told you in a genuine tone, smiling still as he did so.

He was trapped into a deep entrance by the way your skin felt underneath his covered hands, completely overtaken by this sensational effect. How good your body felt underneath his touch, his grasp. How beautiful your moans sounded, sounding like music to his ears.

His eyes watched the expression of your face commence, seeing you become his drooling brain fucked wife spread across his bed just from his cock alone. His hips were deeply thrusting into your core, his tinted red tip hitting the back of your cervix which sent a thrilling shriek to abrupt from your wet lips, face burning hot.

"Fuck right there bugs! Right there!" You yelled, leaning forward to wrap your arms around Buggy's neck, bringing him down so you could hold onto him. He could feel your chubby flesh roll against his torso now. Buggy was in total bliss from how close you too were now, enjoying every second of it.

Buggy let you take him down, leaning down so his nose was right next to your ear. His hot breath sending a next heating shock through your body, already feeling overstimulating from the pleasure.

"That's it, that's it baby, that's my girl~" he whispered in your ear. His thrusts became unstoppable, going at a pace beyond this known existence.

He can hear your moans scream throughout the room, hoping the crew could hear how much you loved your husband and how much he was making you feel good. His harden flesh hitting the back of your fat pussy with every single rough thrust he gave into you.

You drooled out, "I'm. So. Close!~" you could feel the pit of your stomach curl tighter, ready to explode at any given moment.

Buggy took your words into effect. He leaned back up to his knees, his hands gripping your legs and pushing them forward -moving his grasp around your big thighs- your legs now beside the sides of your head. He loved the way it made your chubby rolls looked like a row of dough ready to be turned into deserts for the oven. He absolutely adored it to the ends of the four seas.

The new position gave him the advantage to continuously ram into you, hearing the sweet gushy sounds your slick pussy made from his cock. Your walls greeted him nicely, taking him in whole with no drawbacks, accepting his full size and length. Your rolls recoiling ever so slightly, however your thighs trembled underneath his touch. He knew you were getting close to coming.

He grinned, "You wanna cum baby?~"

You nodded, trying to find the right words to say but couldn't be able to pronounce them aloud to him.

Buggy licked his lips, tasting the old cherry flavored lipstick he applied way early in the day. "Do it~" his grip tightened, pushing his hips into you roughly, bringing a loud moan out of from your chest.

"Cum for me, cum for your husband. I want to hear you sing my name for the show. Every. Single. Show!~"

With one final push, his cock ticked your g-spot, sending you into feel euphoric shot. Your nails dig into his back, leaving deep red marks for later as your walls clenched down around his cock, warm liquid spurting out of you. You reached a point of total bliss, moaning still as buggy continued to slowly fuck into you before a deep rumbling moan left his chest, his hips stuttering a bit before his liquid spewed into your cunt.

His cum coated your insides, white of his product. Both of your eyes were clouded with a lustful aura, your room stenched with the smell of sex and sweat. Your thighs quivered as both yours and Buggy's cum leaked out of your puffy walls once he pulled his cock out of you slowly -almost cumming at the new feeling of fresh air from your insides- your inner thighs and folds burning intensely from the harsh thrusts.

Buggy could see how out of you were, and granted so was he. You both haven't been this 'passionate' together in so long, both of you couldn't help going this far with each other. It was most needed.

Many people wouldn't expect it, and dear god if anyone besides you found out, but he was certainly an affectionate man in bed surprisingly when it came down to the final moments like this, wanting nothing more then to craddle you in his arms and love you. He could be the most disrespectful man between your chunky thighs and then give you all the kisses in the world for you.

He rolled you both over in the bed, pulling your sweaty body onto his. Your poor lingerie was torn at this point, the fabric just barely hanging on as all your mounds of flesh spilled out and collided with his.

You breathed heavily, trying to compose yourself and find a steady point as your thighs shook with a great deal. Buggy wrapped his arms around your, keeping you close to him. He nuzzles his face into your chest, smothering his face in the valley of your breasts.

He kissed the skin in-between your mounds. The kisses weren't light, making sure his makeup smeared on your skin, but he made sure they were hard or rough, knowing how over stimulated your body was from his electric touch.

For Buggy, this, this was his heaven, this was his treasure, this was his favorite show. He had a deep love and appreciation for you that he hasn't felt for so long, and for a while he was worried that you wouldn't feel the same way for him anymore when he became busy with meetings.

You shakily hold your husband's cheeks in your hands, your thumbs rubbing his greasy skin as you moved his head from your breasts and made him look up at you.

You lean just enough to press your lips onto his, turning your head just a smidge so his nose could have a comfortable spot resting against the side of your nose or cheek. You both closed your eyes into the kiss, letting your lips do all the talking.

You moved in synchronization, letting your tongues intertwine with each other in a waltz like dance.

It didn't last long, however. You pulled away, a thin layer of salvia connecting your wet lips from his. Your lips went up and kissed his forehead, whispering softly, "I love you, my Bugs~"

Buggy's hold tightens around you, his hands gripping your walls as they spill over his finger tips. He has only ever heard those words leave the mouths of three people who are or once were important to him in his life.

His mother

Shanks

And you

Buggy always loves the spotlight being on him, no matter what, wanting the attention with every chance he gotten. He wanted all eyes on him, to see him shine, to have the chance to put on a spectacular performance, hence why the meetings he would go to would help him get the spotlight he wanted.

But he knew, the only eyes he needed was yours. His beloved. His wife. Your eyes and attention, was the only one he craved for each and every day no matter how he presented himself as a dangerous and cruel pirate to those who imposed a threat to him and his crew.

Buggy looked up at you as you pulled back, locking onto your colored orbs. He couldn't help but smile gleefully as he stared at the beautiful woman laying beside him, genuinely happy to spend time with you once more.

"I... I love you, sweetcheaks. My wife~"

#onyx writings 🌹#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x you #buggy x reader #buggy x chubby reader #buggy x female reader #buggy the clown x you #buggy the clown x reader #x reader #buggy smut #n/sfw #n/s/f/w

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libraryraccoon · 2 months

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I saw the Floyd request and I thought of rook hunt in hasbin hotel.

Rip Alastor his privacy he now became the hunted the both speaking French .

Imagine rook talking about angel dust his inner beauty is making him feel loved every day saying something positive.

And Charlie and vaggie getting put on romantic dates by rook and lucifer and rook seeing them ta about how beautiful love is.

Gender : GN

Pronouns : no real pronouns used(sometimes they/them)

Character : Alastor, general headcanon

Message from Raccoon : I was also thinking of a rook!reader while writing the Floyd!Reader tbh.

TW : ROOK!READER, a little suggestive

The Demon Of Hunt, a very strong overlord who knows everything about everyone. A predator whose prey are doomed to die.

They aren't a demon you want to mess with, you don't want to be their prey.

In their lifetime a very famous hunter living in a small village, in their death The Demon Of Hunt, the hunter everyone is afraid of.

Alastor

He met you when he was still killing overlords.

“Now, isn’t that a rather crude way of killing ?” You asked behind him.

How long have you been behind Alastor ? He has no idea.

“Oh ! And what a beautiful deer tail you have there ! C'est magnifique !” You say, touching Alastor's deer tail; ignoring the fact that you had just seen him kill an overlord.

He straight up hated you.

But he also found you interesting, especially when you could see through all his attacks.

Boring, but entertaining.

After that, you didn't let him go.

You followed him, stalking him, wherever he went.

Like a predator with its prey, observing it before killing it.

When he left for 7 years, he finally thought he had lost you…

You followed him.

For 7 fucking years he had to stay with you.

Even 8V>× didn't want to make a contract with you after seeing how weird you were.

Not to mention all the times you talked about love…

*add a disgusted Alastor*

You interfered in his life and never left, even though he tried to reject you.

And let's not even talk about your strange comments…

"Oh ! I wonder what red deer would taste like for dinner ! Or maybe a red wendigo ! Qu'en pense tu, Alastor ?"

“Red deer ?” *remembers that he is, technically, some sort of red deer/wendigo as a demon.* "Ha ha ! Stay 100km/h away from me."

When you arrived at the hotel, Alastor finally felt free ! After all his years of being the stolkant, you finally left him alone !

Well, not always, after all you would never leave your prey friend alone for too long, but you weren't with him all the time.

Alastor won't lie, not being with you 24/7 after so long was weird…

He finally had privacy-

100% complained to Rosie about you.

“And they never gave me space !” -Alastor

"Really ?" -Rosie

"Well, I'll give him some time alone. For the bathroom." -Rook!Reader, arriving out of nowhere behind Alastor.

Although Alastor considers you as a menace, there are times when he is grateful to you and to be your friend.

Like those rare times of weakness, when you helped him feel better, reassured him. It was the rare times he was grateful to have you as a friend.

I just know that when you want to talk about something private/you don't want others to hear you, you speak French.

Although sometimes you just do it to piss off other people.

"Mon cher cerf préférer ! Al' ! Je viens de découvrir quelque chose sur Vox, tu vas pas y croire !"

"Je vais préparer le thé, après tu me racontera."

You turn all Overlord meetings from boring to interesting meetings.

During meetings, you had the habit of telling everyone's secrets (except Alastor's secrets, bestie privilege), and always the most interesting ! Like this time you said you saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator !

*After the song Respectless.* "Actually, mes chers amis, it is possible, or not, that I saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator with her shoes. C'était un combat splendide !"

General Headcanon

You don't let anyone have privacy.

They know it, but they can't say anything.

Angel Dust suffered the most of that, he saw you during one of his shoots watching him in the shadows.. It was terrifying.

“Just try to be sexy.” -Valentino looking at Angel Dust during a shoot.

"Oh, mais mon cher, he's sexy enough like this ! Take off the underwear and people will love it !" -Rook!Reader behind Valentino, coming out of nowhere.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" *Add Valentino's scream of terror.*

You comforted Angel after each shoot, cheering him up in a more or less suspicious ways.

You call Angel Dust by his real name, Anthony. You are the only one in the hotel who knows his real name and calls him like that.

Angel Dust is sort of happy that someone thinks of him as Anthony and not Angel Dust.

Valentino hates you, as do all Vees and all the demons.

Lucifer found you weird the first time he meet you, and knowing your reputation, it was normal, but in the end you got along really well.

You 🤝 Lucifer = make Charlie and Vaggie have romantic dates by candlelight.

“Ah, youthful love ! Que c'est beau !”

“I miss the love of youth..” (in a dramatically way)

Did I mention that you and Lucifer are and always will be drama queens ?

You and Lucifer are just THAT bestie duo that everyone wants to be.

I can so see you having these dinners for two in fancy restaurants while being platonic. You say the most romantic things, speaking in French, and Lucifer joins you in those moments, doing the same.

"Oh, mon chéri, you look beautiful tonight ! Even more brilliant than usual !"

"Oh, I should be the one to tell you that ! You look beyond stunning tonight in that costume !"

You are trending on the networks.

Every. Fucking. Days.

On the networks, there are 3 teams; those who ship Lucifer x Rook!Reader, those who ship Alastor x Rook!Reader, and those who say you are a hopelessromantic and/or aromantic.

They have hilarious debates that you love to join for just fuck all and everyone.

"Well, it's true that Monsieur Alastor is quite handsome, but Lucifer ? Oh, je ne sais même pas ou commencer a son sujet !" -Rook!Reader on the networks screwing up between the teams, always changing the place between Lucifer and Alastor.

You are a star in all the circles of hell fr.

One day, Charlie asked you if you were dating her father after seeing what you were doing/writing on internet.

You answered some shit like "As much as I would love to be with him, je ne pourrais qu'en rêver. He is far too good and handsome man for a simple sinner like me."

Vaggie doesn't trust you, not in a million of eons.

Sir Pentious asked if you had a death wish after he saw you touch Alastor's deer ears…

"Oh, to die by the hand of such a magnifique et servant gentleman ! What an honor that would be !"

Sir Pentious has never seen Alastor back away from someone so fast before-

Niffty like you. You regularly complimented her on her work and her beauty.

Husk, on the contrary, doesn't like you.

He had to endure you and Alastor's shit for too long, 7 years without both of you wasn't enough.

You intrude into people's intimate moments.

And by people, I mean Husk and Anthony.

Imagine Husk and Angel Dust, just being quietly alone, a super romantic moment, and then, you pop in between the two…

But sometimes when you compliment them (one time per day), they like you.

I like to think that the Tik Tok hell version is like the one of the living, with people doing random ship. And Rook!Reader live for that.

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New Feelings

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader(Platonic)

Word Count: 3057

Summary: During this time, We'ar-ow takes a momentary step back from ruling to care for you. Just in the confinements of her private room though. You come to realize how different she acts in front of company.

Author Note: Had a bit of a mix-up on the masterlist but it's resolved now! I've also got the next chapter finished about to finish the one after that so I'm getting back to writing book. Not beta read. If there is something confusing or stupid, let me know and I'll fix it.

Masterlist

Ao3

In We’ar-ow’s throne room, many Yautjas have come to report to their leader. It was a short line at first when she had originally dragged you from the safety of her room early this morning. A regular amount of people, you had thought at first. It doesn’t just take one person to lead a clan like this. But more later filled the throne room that it finally hit the door.

It’s not like you paid a great amount of attention to them. Just enough to see each of their faces and file them away for a later date. All for sake of one of them being your stalker. Whoever hunted you through the halls of this very ship could possibly be in this room with you. Would they slay you before the Monarch? And what would their thought process be? Cleaning the ship of scum? Disturbing We’ar-ow?

That had you rolling your eyes, head bowed to hide away your emotions. We’ar-ow did not care that much about you to have your death disturb her. Just a fucking pet. Your senses still completely open for an attack. Anyone of them could slip out of line and slaughter you without remorse. These are hunters. Born, bred, built to maim anything in their way. A shiver ran its course through your body.

The tablet in hand was momentarily discarded mentally. The thoughts of decapitation or dismembering filled your head. None of them would blink an eye about it. Just your blood staining the like-carpet material blanketing the stairs and floor. Or the cushion gifted to you. All would be brushed off. Their day would continue like normal. You sighed heavily through your nose and tilted your head back to stare at the strangely decorated ceiling.

A mural of sorts had been painted over the expanse of the ceiling. Only spots of flush lights broke the illusion of how intricate. You shook your head and focused back on the line.

Someone bypassed the entire line and marched up the stairs that lead to We’ar-ow’s throne. Your back tensed at the sight, on the verge of snapping in half. This Yautja, male by his shorter stature, ignored you and stopped before her seat. A nearly playful look twinkled in his sea green-blue eyes. He gave a polite bow to his leader then begun to discuss with her, short, sweet.

“May I?” he questioned and motioned over to you. Your heart dropped to the floor. Instantly, you rapidly shook your head to deter him or her from getting close to you.

We’ar-ow nodded her massive head and returned her attention back to the figure before her. Your jaw dropped at her abandonment. A week ago you had almost died! Maybe, possibly. You didn’t know if death was going to happen that day but it made it all the scary of not knowing.

The new figure smiled with his alien mandibles and spun on his heel to face your sitting form. Terror ran cold in your blood at his first step. The next had you trembling. He knelt down a step just before yours. He wasn’t a young Yautja anymore. The lines and many scars the decorated his skin were an indication. What caught your eye like shining gold was his right arm. The elbow and below was gone, poof. Just a nub and gnarly scars. A well decorated hunter who’s earned his title by the looks of it.

You swallowed thickly but stayed seat on the cushion. Somehow. The Yautja huffed, the lightest of smirks playing his face. He reached out with his only hand and plucked the tablet from your grasp. “Whatcha got here?” he questioned and began to scroll through the page you were on. An article about Yautja Prime, their home planet.

He snickered and gave a look that ‘really?’. The device was tossed back into your lap but your attention was solely on the potentially dangerous figure before you. But… We’ar-ow seemed at ease around him and allowed him to approach you. Something you hadn’t expected after that night and the following days.

“If ya wanna know about home world, you could get it from the source,” he spoke in a voice that gave you smoker vibes. It almost drowned out the translator tucked underneath your skin, behind your ear. Automatically, you glanced over at We’ar-ow hard at work. A light tap to your knee had you snapping back to him. “Not her, ooman. Me!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Him? You just met him. Not even completely! He hadn’t told you his name. He saw the puzzle look on your features and snorted. “Monarch may say she could care less if I dropped off into the space port but she cares, doesn’t she?” What was his point? His angle? What did he want? And why was he being so friendly to you? Did he get knocked up side the head far too many times?

Plus, why did his last two words sound like there was an underlying tone in his voice. “I don’t, don’t even know your name,” you stuttered and gave him a look as if he was crazed. Curse the stutter!

“Oh, right. Thought she would’ve said a thing or two about me. Hurts the heart a little.” You just kept staring at him, puzzled on this whole attitude. He was completely different from any Yautja you’ve met before. Even if the list is fairly short. They’ve never acted so… carefree. Was this the crazy old man of the ship?

“Call me Xilo, short for Xilomere,” he finally introduced. Still tensed painfully, you stiffy nodded your head and murmur a ‘okay’, hoping it was enough to get him to leave. It wasn’t. “And you’re the Monarch’s pet. An ooman who’s been talk of the town for the last half solar cycle! You don’t realize the uproar you caused when the newly blooded brought you here. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have survived to see the next day.”

He said it so causally. You could’ve died when Dwainet brought you here… death. This was all a horrible mistake with consequences hard to live with.

We’ar-ow stopped them from killing you. She allowed you to stay. Why?! Your eyes drifted back over to the hard-working Yautja ensuring her ship and community don’t collapse on itself. Did… did she want you back then?

A hunter at their core must be patient.

That what it is to be a hunter. What did this all mean?! You gnawed on your bottom lip when the green Yautja before you patted your knee. “She didn’t tell you? Whoops.” Then, he leaned in close to whisper something of importance. “Don’t tell her I told you. Act natural.” All you could do was blink dumbly at him.

‘Act natural’? ‘Act natural’?! He was just as irritating at We’ar-ow with their up front, uncaring, idiotic words! How could you just go one knowing that if it wasn’t for her you would be dead!? Or the fact she might have been wanting you for her own pet this entire time?! Just waiting like the hunter was born to be for the right moment to snatch you up.

All of this was a mistake. You wanted to breakdown all over again. The wounds still fresh enough to ache in your poor heart.

Xilo pulled back with that same cocky smirk. “If you ever need to chat, dear ooman. My contact has been inputted into your toy. Now, I should dip before I spill more than I should about our lovely Monarch.” He pushed back up into a standing position, knees popping with the action. He gave you a two-finger salute, spun on his heel, and left through the way he came.

On his only hand, he was missing his entire pinky and the tip of his ring finger. Something you realized after he already left. You grumbled underneath your breath for a few minutes after the interaction and messed around on your tablet. He didn’t need to announce to the whole throne room what you were doing on the tablet. Yes, you were gathering information about their planet. It’s not like you freely look for ways to escape the mothership right in front of her. You were on the steps, before her throne though to the side. One turn of her head could expose your whole plan.

To be honest, you’ve thought about this. She has to have some knowledge of you wanting to escape. But if she’s not worried… that means she is confidence there isn’t way to escape. But there is. At least to get off of here. Away from being her damn pet.

The like-leather encasing your throat is a feeling you’ve started to grow accustomed to. At nights, We’ar-ow allows you to take it off. Thankfully. But in the morning, it’s back on; with complaints almost every time. It’s a loosing battle at this point. The only way to gain back what you’ve lost is to escape. Away, far from this place.

So, you learned, research what you could about Yautjas. From their planet to the motherships they use to roam the universe to the different subspecies to hunting styles. Everything. To know your enemy is the way to defeat your enemy. To outsmart them, her. It’s the only way to escape.

But is that what you want?

Once the day ended, in the middle of the afternoon, the two of you retired back to her quarters. The safety away from prying eyes and possibly danger. Though, to be frank, this was the lions den you not only eat and bathe in, but also sleep and relax in. You ran your fingers through your hair after the door seal shut, leaving you alone with We’ar-ow.

Said salmon pink Yautja strolled across the living room and into her room. Door left open. That struck you. The door always shuts after her. Why leave it open?

Curiosity may have killed the cat… and now you.

You tiptoed across the length of the main room and peered around the entrance of her door. You’ve been in here before. With her permission. She’s never left the door open before though. You didn’t dare take another step into the bedroom.

For a moment, you couldn’t find her until a light flicked on and caught your eye. We’ar-ow’s back was to you as she stood in the doorway of another room to the right wall. The new light shone on what looked to be clothing. She has a walk in closet, what else did you expect from her?

Then, the Yautja began to strip. You felt your eyes bulge out from your head at the sight, but unable to peel your sight away. Its not like you hadn’t seen Dwainet naked before… plenty of times, plenty. He had bulk similar to We’ar-ow but she has honed in to be able to be agile and lethal. Move faster than you could process sometimes.

You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes partially glazed over. Her muscles weren’t well defined as some you’ve seen. That didn’t mean thickly corded muscles didn’t lie underneath her thick, pink skin. No wonder many Yautjas looked at not just respect/fear of her being Monarch but for her beauty as well.

Her thumbs shimmied under her waistband and began to push down. This is where you slam your back against the wall outside of the room and slapped a hand over your mouth.

Boiling heat flushed to your cheeks, eyes clenched shut. Why had you done that?! That… that-

“You are missing the show,” We’ar-ow’s voice funneled out into the main room where you were. Your knees nearly gave out right then. She knew. Oh my god. She fucking knew! “Come on out, pet.” She used a honeyed voice as an attempt to coax you out from hiding. She already knew that you were right there.

With whatever courage you still had after all this time, you stepped back into the doorway with your head bowed. She would have to rip your head off to make you look at her.

Pink feet entered your vision. A knuckle tried to tilt your head up at first before you felt her lean down, mouth close to your ear now. “Did my pet enjoy the show?” she whispered softly into your ear. Your spine locked up, chest heaving with unsteady breaths. “Calm, little one. I asked a question.”

Anger flashed to life in your veins was quickly stomped out from the embarrassment. She wanted you to speak! Why does she keep doing that? You felt on the verge of crying. “S-sorry,” you sputtered then pressed your lips tightly against each other. Her knuckle was still firm against your chin, not relenting. But neither were you.

We’ar-ow softly huffed and corralled you to the nearest wall. Her free hand wrapped around your neck and locked you against said wall. “That is not the answer I was looking for, pet.” You best believe she could hear how wild your heart was pounding in your chest. On the verge of jumping out into her hands.

From past experiences, you knew she wasn’t going to stop until she got your answer. Lying was off the table too. Yautjas have a keen sense of smell. They know. You swallowed the lump down, feeling her hand twitch slightly around your throat. “Yes,” you murmured just above a breath. She was able to tilt your head up and you met her eyes.

Far from anger. We’ar-ow looked down at you with an alien smirk gracing her face. Your heart stuttered, but not from fear. She wasn’t furious, not at all. It’s like… oh my god, she wanted you to look, to watch even. It was all a setup. Your face soured. You had nowhere to go though. We’ar-ow had you trapped to the wall.

“Smart ooman.” She read you like an open book. You scowled at her. “I am glad that enjoyed what I offered. I will know what to do for next time.” Then, her body heat left you as she pulled away. “Go eat. There are some berries in the cooling containment for you.” Sometimes the translator wasn’t the most accurate about words.

Blindly listening to her, you unsteadily stumbled your way into the kitchen-like room. In the refrigerator, you pulled out the bowl and berries then added a couple of fruits to it as well. You were still dazed while sitting down on the one-seater in the living room.

A berry was tossed into your mouth. The taste bursting over your tastebuds. They were delicious, not something you expected from a species that looked like they had a stick always stuck up their ass. You scoffed and curled up more on the couch. Your legs tucked underneath your body with the bowl placed in your lap.

As you sat peacefully on the couch, you couldn’t help but remember what We’ar-ow had said earlier. Something on the lines of knowing what to do for next time. Next time? Why would there be a next time?! She… fuck, you couldn’t deny the fact you were watching her, curious on what lied below her clothing. Though, there wasn’t much fabric she used to cover herself. None of the Yautjas did. Nudity wasn’t frowned upon like it is for your species.

Your brows furrowed the more you thought about it. They way you watched… and she wanted you to. She set you up and you enjoyed it!

All thoughts came to a halt… Enjoyed? Did you enjoy it? You didn’t dare answer that. You frowned and shifted once more to have your legs over the arm rest, back to the other side. Another few berries were tossed into your mouth, mindlessly munching on them.

What is wrong with you? You sighed and curled more in yourself. This was all wrong. After Dwainet, you sworn to never feel a thing for any of these monsters. That’s what they are. Dwainet took you from your home, away from everything you knew and promised you love that he clearly lost for you. Now, look where it got you. In the worst place possible. Escape was hard enough but if she was interested in you… that was a whole either situation you had to worry about. At a later date. Today, you had to survive the stalker.

Warm arms scooped you up from the couch. You yelped and scrambled to right yourself but the limbs tensed and kept you firmly in place. When a familiar pink flashed in your vision you stilled, eyes wide and glancing up at the Yautja holding you. “What are you doing?” you questioned, voice faltering.

We’ar-ow held you close to her, against her bare chest, turned around, then stole your spot. A grumpy look fell over your features as you were ready to flail around to escape. The Yautja chuckled and patted your cheek. “You look cute when you are pouting,” she teased and plucked a piece fruit from your bowl. There was nothing you could do to fight her.

Stiffly, you hesitantly relaxed into her lap once realizing there wasn’t a chance to wiggle free. She let a slackened arm fall over your lap. You tensed but returned to your former position, half-mindlessly munching at the berries she snacked on as well. The Yautja didn’t say anything else and seemed to enjoy your company.

Despite the will to fight her, to fight this; after the last week living in the terror of being hunted down by a Yautja has worn you down. She was there. She willingly protected you. She carried you to her room, set you down in her bed, and locked you in her room. For your protection. She cares. To what extent is a great question you would love to answer.

For the time being, you would enjoy her warm body and food she provided. Though, it came with an unfortunate title: pet. Your lips pressed against each other at the reminder. There was always a trade off and maybe it had to come with that title to live a life worriless.

You’ve yet to come to terms with that though. The pain still far too fresh to think of lying and rolling over for her. Or anyone for that matter.

Special tag: @michellefoster12

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #We'ar-ow

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slayfics · 11 months

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Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

You finally go on your first mission with Muichiro.

Chapter 8

You two arrived at the demon quickly and your heart started to pound at your first mission with Muichiro. You couldn't wait to make him proud.

“A Hashira??" The demon stated upon seeing Muichiro. “This is my lucky day! I'll kill you and he will have to recognize me as an upper rank demon!” The demon said laughing with a huge smile.

“Oh, you won’t be fighting me.” Muichiro said while stabbing his sword into the ground then leaning on it. “You’ll be fighting my Tsuguko.” He said motioning to you.

“How dare you insult me. You think I'm not worthy of battling a Hashira!” The demon spat at Muichiro.

“Nope. If I feel the need I'll step in, but my Tsuguko has been training hard and you look weak.” Muichiro responded and shrugged his shoulders. You felt yourself smiling at his praise.

“I’ll make you pay for that you little bra-” The demon started to respond and move towards Muichiro but you swiftly cut its head off before it came any closer.

“Well, that was hardly any practice.” Muichiro stated.

“I DIDN’T EVEN TRY YET!! PUT MY HEAD BACK AND I’LL SHOW YOU SOME PRACTICE!” The demon yelled from its decapitated head. Muichiro pushed the demon’s head with his foot till its mouth was in the dirt, its yelling was muffled by the dirt until it disintegrated.

“Hm… there's more this way let's find you some actual practice.” He said and took off. You followed swiftly behind him until you located the next demon. Muichiro took the same stance.

“If you need me to step in I will." Muichiro said to you.

“Understood.” You responded. The demon tried to make some comment but you paid no mind and went straight into attacking it. You swung for its neck and missed but took out its arm. This one was clearly more skilled than the last demon. You swiftly turned around to slash its neck again but slashed its leg off as it attempted to kick you.

The demon attempted to grab your arm just as you jumped over the top of it, mid jump you heard Muichiro yell something and then everything went black. The next few moments were a blur to you. You thought you saw three demon heads hit the floor, but it was hard to see with the mist Muichiro’s moves had created.

Three demon heads? Had there really been two other demons you didn't detect? Were you that distracted by trying to make Muichiro proud that you had actually let your guard down?

The next clear memory you had was trees flying by. It took a moment for you to realize you were on Muichiro's back. Then the next thing that hit was sharp pain. It felt as though it was everywhere, and you couldn’t locate what was injured. You tried to stay awake but the pain you suddenly felt pushed your body into shock and you fell unconscious.

#kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro tokito #hashira x reader #mist hashira #kny x y/n #kny fanfic #kny muichiro #muichiro’s mansion

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meiieiri · 7 months

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Something about JJK 236 is bothering me

That fight...was awesome, but it could have gone better.

Other than the fact that I'm currently in mourning over our king's garish demise (don't get me wrong, I do want him to be happy in the afterlife and I'm slowly coming to terms with his death, it's just I can't really process all this yet), I'm still a bit confused how we got here so quickly.

I have countless questions and I know Gege will probably brush this off in the coming chapters and pull yet another meeska-mooska-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse move.

But there is one that lingers in my mind up to this day:

Remember during the Fearsome Womb Arc when Yuji and Sukuna deliberated with each other on the possible resurrection or re-animation of Itadori's body via a deathmatch?

Yeah. We all know Sukuna, the king of all curses, is a master at one-shotting his opponent. Just take a look at what he did to our best rose-colored boy who went from this:

To this, in a split second (lmao):

Yeah, yeah, I've read all the “copium” theories from other Gojo fans such as myself who are kinda on the fence when it comes to accepting Gojo's death as being final or not, but, let me bring this back real quick to the matter at hand.

Sukuna went for the head with Itadori. Of course, maybe he did that to shut him up sure, but what I'm getting at is, the head is the singlemost critical point to hit when it comes to sorcery dogfights.

He knows this.

And he probably knows that Gojo Satoru, the darling of the heavens, the uncontested gem of Jujutsu Society, is a reverse cursed technique user. Pretty obvious thing to catch since Satoru had been using RCT the entire showdown to heal his countless critical wounds.

So, Sukuna, in all his centuries of wreaking havoc on the world, should know that the only way to permanently kill a sorcerer who uses RCT is by targeting the head. There were so many instances in this entire deathmatch that we are completely blown away by Sukuna's prowess and overall mastery of Jujutsu.

Can you imagine the amount of practice he's had over the years with other "greatest sorcerer of their generation"s? He knows the ins and outs of Jujutsu like scripture, which is exactly what kept Gojo Satoru on his backfoot for some parts of their skirmish.

Now, here's the thing that's bothering me:

I liken Sukuna as something like a super computer. All that battle experience is readily available to him like some Jujutsu techniques data bank, not to mention, Mahoraga's adaptation clearly gave him yet another advantage in this fight for the title of the strongest.

He knows Satoru Gojo has been frying his brain using Reverse Cursed Technique this entire time, and he's probably seen his former opponents do the same as well. He knows that the only way to kill them is by dealing a devastating blow to the head via decapitation or complete obliteration of the body.

So, my question now is:

Why did he bother cutting Gojo in this particular manner? Why didn't he go straight for the head, since Mahoraga's adaptation blueprint can now allow Sukuna to cut through reality/space itself and therefore bypass Gojo’s infinity non-selectively?

Arrogance now that he's secured his definitive victory? Or the so-called warrior's high? Why leave room for obvious speculation when it could so easily be crushed into smithereens if he just went for the kill?

It's all very confusing. I'll point back to the time when Sukuna swiftly decapitated Itadori.

And I'm willing to bet that that move was deliberate since at the time, Itadori had already been in Jujutsu High for quite some time and Sukuna must have realized that under the tutelage of Gojo and other sorcerers, he must be learning a thing or two about RCT here and there which may have led him to end the fight quickly hence, the resurrection of Yuji Itadori.

Now before, ya'll attack me, I know what manga panel you're gonna throw at me to deconstruct this entire analysis and dismiss it as "copium". So, I'll put this here:

I know it may look like Gojo's entire head has been blown off at this point seeing the pool of blood he's currently lying on. But why is Gege or the editor making the effort to cover Gojo’s head with the text bubble when, logically speaking (and coldly at that), Gojo should be deader than dead? Which he…in theory based on the afterlife sequence, SHOULD be.

And with that whole North/South thing to cap it all off? Though, I wouldn't dwell on that. The wording in that bit was very vague and I’m not really into the habit of over-reading so hehe~

Anyway.

Could it be there's something else in store for Gojo Satoru? Is something else at play here?

Or is this simply a writer's failsafe, just in case Gege wishes to bring back Gojo Satoru so that he'll have a rational explanation as to how that came to be? No one knows. But I think this wasn't some on-the-fly decision by Gege or the editors.

Gege Akutami - though as a writer myself, I find his current choices for the story to be a little questionable with the many gray areas where plotholes could eventually arise - has been deliberate about this story since the beginning, having already mapped out the fate of Fushiguro Megumi.

This panel, the entire chapter, the circumstances we're now currently witnessing is deliberate. And maybe...we haven't seen the last of Satoru yet.

I'll leave this here for everyone to think about. This is all speculation, after all, so don't be mean about it, Jesus. In the meantime, I'll just admire my husband, Suguru, for now and will probably go back to writing my fics~ 💕

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 #jjk theory #gojo satoru #geto suguru #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru theory #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #i do hope he’s still alive though #please please let this be the case #jjk #gojo is alive agenda

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unsaid | dean winchester x fem!reader

request: "Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3)" from anonymous

description: after nearly losing y/n to a nest of vampires, her and dean quarrel which leads to something more.

trigger warnings: angst, gun usage, sexual content, seductive behavior, arguing, foul language, marking, oral sex, unprotected sex, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18.

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With your wrists tied tightly in thick rope, you could smell the blood that seeped out from your bruised skin as you were beginning to regain consciousness. You found yourself in a dark room, the only light that shone was from the subtle crack of the door. You were held against a wooden pillar, the rope wasn't giving in as you tried to free yourself.

Your machete was lying against a coffee table in the middle of the room. You lifted your head to see a small group of people coming in through the slightly opened door.

Squinting your eyes, you saw them coming closer dressed in Mick Jagger styled clothing. You parted your lips and stared at them as them headed towards you, strutting as though they were at the top of the hierarchy of monsters.

"You're the morons that jumped me?! You look like a bunch of high school rejects," You laughed as they surrounded you, most of them were men and a few of them were women.

"I'd be careful what you say next, honey," The tallest of them lowered his head to whisper in your ear. You quickly went from laughing to rage, flaring your nostrils as you glared at them.

"Or what? You'll kill me? How original," You snapped.

"We could, but that wouldn't be as fun as watching you bleed out.. dry," He stood up straight and smiled, fangs beginning to push through his gums.

The whole time you had been attempting to pull out your pocketknife from your back pocket, so the more you spoke the more distracted they were to these actions.

"Not very smart," You replied. You used your left hand to reach into your right back pocket, where the knife sat.

"Why's that?" He questioned with a chuckle.

"Well the longer you let me sit here, the longer it'll take me to find a way out," You stated. His face dropped, but his fangs were still out. You were able to grab the pocketknife, flip it open and cut through the rope the whole time, without their acknowledgment.

The sound of the door being kicked open made you all turn your heads to see who was there and to your lucky surprise, it was the Winchesters. You smirked subtly as the vampires rushed towards them which gave you time to cut yourself free.

Once you freed yourself, you hurried across the room and lunged for your machete that was sitting on the coffee table. You snatched it by the handle and hurried towards the vampires. You swung it at one of their necks, decapitating one of them to see Sam standing before you.

"Thanks for backing me up," You spoke quickly.

"No problem," Sam replied.

You turned to see Dean taking on three vampires, so you went to his assistance and swung your blade across one's neck, beheading them effortlessly. It didn't take long before you all had wiped out the entire nest.

Walking along the grass, you were beside Sam as Dean followed. You were still tired from being knocked out and the bruises were still upon your wrists, along with the blood that seemed to have dried by now.

"You could've been killed, Y/N/N," Dean finally spoke as you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him.

"Don't act like you give a rat's ass about me, Dean," You grumbled. Sam awkwardly climbed into the Impala as you and his brother began to argue.

"I do care!" Dean defended. "Despite what happened between you and me a long time ago, I don't ever wanna see you hurt or worse."

You clenched your jaw and stared at him with exhausted eyes. "I can take care of myself," You replied.

"I never said you couldn't," Dean said.

"But you implied it."

"No, I didn't, actually."

"Yes, you did."

The two of you were stubborn as mules. You stood there, staring at him blankly for a while as stillness filled the atmosphere. The only sound came from crickets singing and frogs croaking. A subtle thunder rumbled in the distant skies.

"Just.. take me back to the motel I'm staying at, it's the Riverside Peak," You whispered, no desire to argue any longer.

Dean said nothing and walked towards the Impala, you headed towards the car and got into the backseat. You released a gentle breath and remembered the few times you had road with the Winchesters in their most luxurious vehicle.

Your dirty fingertips grazed over the leather seat, replaying a few memories you and Dean shared in the back of his car.

The rumble of the engine pulled you from your thoughts.

Once Dean pulled up to the motel room you were staying in, you climbed out of the car and looked through the passenger window at the two of them.

"Thanks again for helping me out, I owe you one," Your lips formed a thin smile as the two of them waved you off.

"We'll be in touch," Sam replied. You nodded and walked towards the door to your room, unlocking it with the key and walking inside. You latched the door shut and listened to the Impala's engine driving off.

You dragged your feet towards the bathroom to have a shower, the feeling of blood and dirt against your skin wasn't one you liked to sleep with. You took a longer shower than normal that night, letting the hot water run down your skin. Goosebumps arose along the surface of your arms and legs as you stood there, beneath the steaming hot water.

The water eased the pain of your wounds the longer you stood in there. With your back facing the showerhead, you leaned your head back to let more of the water run through your hair.

It wasn't long before you got out after having washed your body and hair. You cut the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel to cling to your body. Drying off, you put on a fresh pair of underwear and a long, baggy t shirt that went down to your mid-thigh.

You let your wet hair rest against your shoulders as you walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to eat something for dinner. You decided an easy meal was needed after such a frustrating day, so you pulled out one of those microwaveable mac 'n' cheese bowls. It satisfied your hunger enough for the night.

Before you got a chance to eat, there was a knock at your door. In your bare feet, you slowly walked towards the bedside table to grab your handheld gun, holding it at your side in case you needed to use it. You walked towards the door and peaked through the small hole to see who it was.

You furrowed your brow and placed the gun back down onto the bedside table, unlocking the door to open it. Dean was standing there in a red flannel, the same outfit he was in after the vamp nest.

"What do you want?" You asked.

"Can I come in?" He questioned, his tone was soft.

You released a breath and opened the door wider for him to enter the room. You latched it shut behind you, making sure to lock it again.

"Is there a reason you're here, Dean?" You stood behind him as he was walking deeper in the room.

He sniffed a few times, "Are you having mac 'n' cheese?"

"Dean," You spoke sternly and he looked at you with those puppy eyes, "What're you doing here?"

"Right, yeah.." Dean mumbled and stood before you, "I just needed to talk to you."

"At three in the morning?" You asked.

"Yeah," He shrugged his shoulders.

"Dean, this can wait until tomorrow," You turned around and started for the door to let him leave, but he followed after you and held your shoulder.

"No, Y/N, it can't," He breathed out, like he was holding it that wholw time.

"Get off me," You shrugged his hand off you shoulder and turned around to look at him. Your back was pressed against the door.

"Look.." He dragged his fingers down his mouth. "What you said earlier about me not caring about you being hurt.. it's not true."

"But it is true, Dean! You don't care," You snapped. "You didn't care when you walked out on me two years ago and you don't care now!"

"Oh come on, Y/N/N! This is completely different," He argued.

"No, it's fucking not," You clenched your jaw, "You hurt me, Dean.. bad. This.." You gestured to the bruises on your wrists, "is nothing compared to the shit you put me through when you left!"

It was quiet for a while. Tears began to brew in your eyes as did Dean's.

"I do care," He replied.

"Show me," You stated flatly.

"What?" Dean questioned with a furrow in his brow.

"Show me you care," You swallowed a lump that built in the center of your throat.

He looked at you with dilated pupils and walked towards you. You could've sworn the moment happened in slow motion. Dean was looking at you with parted lips as his eyes gazed at every inch of your face.

"I don't know what I would've done if we hadn't made it there in time," He whispered.

"Show me.." You breathed out, feeling the knots in your stomach untangle as he lowered his head to press a kiss to your collarbone that was exposed. You leaned your head back against the door and felt him begin to suck on the soft flesh of your skin.

Your breathing became irregular as Dean worked his way up your neck, leaving darkening circles where his lips touched as a way to mark his territory.

"Dean," You shakily breathed. His hands gripped your wrists and gently pinned them to the door, so you had no way of touching him, yourself or anything around you.

"You scared me today, sweetheart," He mumbled against your skin and pulled his head back to look at you intently.

"You don't care," You whispered, leaning in.

"I do care," He replied softly.

"No," You shook your head.

"Yes," Dean brushed his nose against yours. You closed your eyes as he swiftly kissed your lips. You felt him release your wrists so you could grip your fingers to his flannel at his sides. You felt him slip his tongue in, battling with your own.

You gently pushed your back off the door and without breaking the seal of your kiss, you lead him to the bed in the middle of the room. Dean slowly pulled his head back and looked down at you.

"Is this okay?" He questioned.

"Yes," You nodded.

He smiled as you laid against the bed. Following your actions, Dean climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. You sucked in a gentle breath and pressed your lips to his once more. Without pulling his lips back, he shrugged off his flannel and tossed it onto the floor which became a growing pile of clothes.

Eventually, the two of you were completely undraped. You laid against the pillows as Dean left a trail from his lips down your neck and between your breasts. You closed your eyes at the feeling and released a whimper here and there.

"You feeling okay, sweetheart?" Dean mumbled against your skin.

You couldn't speak and simply nodded, shakily breathing as Dean brought his face up to you. He dragged his fingertips down between your legs as your breath shook. He softly traced them over your inner thigh, causing you to spread them slowly.

Dean's index finger slipped over your center, making you whine quietly. The pad of his finger was coated with your arousal.

"Dean," You whimpered as he smirked down at you, gently pushing two fingers in. At first, you clenched around him, but loosened to his touch once you adjusted to the feeling. You looked up into his eyes, holding eye contact for a while as you gently reached down to hold his wrist as he moved his fingers within you. It was as if he was playing the most beautiful instrument.

He removed his fingers and brought them up to your lips. "Taste yourself, sweetheart," Dean mumbled as you parted your lips to let him slip his fingers inside. "Atta girl.."

Taking his hands back after a while, he pressed kisses along your chest and down your stomach. You arched your back softly against the pillows as his lips came into contact with your folds, sucking on the wetness that coated the outside of them.

You reached down to hold a grip onto his hair, gently pushing him deeper against your center. He dragged his tongue up your folds, tracing the first initial of his name against you.

"Oh.. God," You whispered as goosebumps spread across your skin.

Dean pulled his head up to hover over you once again. The tip of his erect brushed against your folds, making you whine softly. He hushed your noise with his lips against yours. Subtle moans were escaping your mouth as you draped your arms around his neck.

"Ready?" Dean mumbled into your mouth.

"Yes," You nodded as you felt he wasted no time before slipping inside you. The sensation was effortless as you moaned into his mouth. He smiled in the kiss and waited a minute before you were comfortable. You were loose against him as he motioned his hips back and forth at a generous pace.

"Good girl," Dean pulled his head back and gripped the headboard of the bed as he slowly picked up the pace.

You closed your eyes and allowed your body to feel the wonderful sensation. It didn't take long before he found the spot within you. Your eyes opened to look at him as he was so gentle yet rough at the same time. You cupped his face and pressed a longing kiss to his plump lips.

"Can I let go now?" You asked breathlessly into his mouth.

"Yeah," Dean nodded and you could tell he was close as well. You whined and buried your face into his neck as you felt your orgasm unfold within your stomach. He felt you come undone as he took the opportunity to slip out and release his load onto your lower stomach.

You were tired and made a miserable attempt at catching up with your breathing. Dean pressed a kiss against your temple and slowly laid beside you. You reached over to the bedside table to grab a small towel from the drawer to wipe your stomach clean.

Once you did, you tossed it onto the pile of both you and Dean's clothing. You turned your head to look at him and smiled with your lips closed together.

"I do care about you, sweetheart," Dean's voice was low.

"I know," You whispered, "I could see it in your eyes."

a/n: i absolutely love this concept and this was so fun to write!! i'm so happy for the person that requested this because i genuinely had the best time writing it! tysm!! requests are always open, my loves! thank you for reading and supporting me! <33 — angelina.

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genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles · 8 months

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Marked from Another World || Part 2

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Character: Ayato

Type: Angst

Content: Years later, you were independently holding up yourself, despite having the mark. You hid it well, however, while doing jobs in inazuma, being known as the grim reaper, you caught his attention without knowing. This turned your mark yellow, as now, this man will stop at nothing to get your attention, and convince you to be his.

About being Taglisted in my stories: Here

Trigger Warning: Violence, Murder Trying to force arranged marriage and having kids, ( will update the more the story progresses )

[ Please don’t repost, this is my original story. ]

Part 1: Here

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You walked up to the man that your job required you to kill, as you did it with ease, and no care. You swung your scythe and decapitate the target, you then with ease took the body. The weight was nothing to you, as you carried it straight to the nobleman who requested it. You dropped it by his front door and knocked. You then disappeared.

You went by the nearest body of waters and washed your mask and scythe from the blood. Despite being transported into Genshin, it was a darker world then you expected. The game only shows you the PG things however, just like every other worlds, it has its dark sides. Black market, murder, death, and since it was in the old times in the countries, torture is still in fashion at the moment. You had to be just as ferocious to live in this world. You sighed, and jumped on the homes of inazuma, not making a noise with your footstep, and went to the highest building. You sat and rested there until morning.

Next morning, you rubbed your eyes and laid back. You looked at Celestia from afar. One day...you will get up there. One day. You then sat up, and stood up. You dropped down and stayed hidden. All of a sudden a guard, tapped your shoulder and handed you a note. You looked at him confused and took the note and opened it.

Note: Greetings Grim Reaper, I must let you know that I do require your services on handling an issue. I will offer you a million mora to take care of it. Please come to this address at once. I will be there waiting at 9am.

-A

You looked up and saw the guard was gone. You looked at the note confused. Who was "A"? Well whatever, you wanted to get out of Inazuma as quick as you can, but one million mora seems like an important job. As you had an hour to meet this mysterious person, you pondered on what to do.

You decided to meet this person. Once you arrived, you were in an secluded area, it was a cave underneath inazuma overall. You walked in the cave and looked around.

"Ah, you came my dear." You heard a voice, you know that voice. You turned and calmly and saw it was Ayato. "I'll have you know, that I am grateful you decided to meet me under such short notice. It is greatly appreciated, Grim Reaper."

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

You stayed quiet and still, and waited to hear to see what he wanted. You had a mask, gloves, and your black attire covering you and your identity. Though you can't help, why does your palm with the mark suddenly feel...warm?

Ayato walked up to you with his arms formally placed behind his back. "My My, you have been such a slippery roach. I am well aware, you might be the missing person who was in the flock I summoned years ago."

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

You didn’t respond nor move. He can’t see your panicked expression behind your mask, as you felt safer being hidden. He as nothing on you after all.

"I do have questions though, despite your silence. Why did you escape the flock? Were you scared of being rejected? I assure you, I do have interest in you. "

Once he asked that question, you immediately snorted. He looked at you confused as his smile dropped to a tilted head. You began to laugh with your hand on your head.

You faced him. "Well I don't."

You spoke for the first time, as you had a gentle voice. Ayato smiled. "So that is what your voice sounds like."

FUCK HE BAITED ME. HE KNOWS I DON'T WANT HIM AND HE USED IT AGAINST ME!

"My dear, you are well aware that I do want you, yes? You..have caught my interest. The idea that you are someone is very well capable of handling yourself is quite attractive to me, you seem to even have greater connections then I do, even to the archons themselves."

You stayed quiet, and stared at him. Ayato walked closer to you, with a gleeful smile. "Tell me what I can do to make you be mine. Be the women to marry me, and have my kids. Don’t start a war wit-"

A blade was to his neck. You were quick to putting your scythe to his neck to make him shut up. "Listen here Kamisato, and listen real good. Because I am saying it once. I don’t want children, and I don’t want to marry ANYONE. I am a women of freedom and I am not some birthing machine for your clan. Go find another woman."

Ayato had a glare down at you, as you were reluctant to be his wife, and have children with him. "I see...this will certainly be interesting then." He drew a sword of his own. "How about a duel...if I win, marry me, have a family with me, if you win, I leave you alone, fair?"

"No. Not interested. Never interested. Never in you." You pulled away and walked away from him. Ayato watched you walk away, as he had an interested smile on his face. "You'll have to break sometime soon, grim reaper~" He whispered to himself.

Later on that night, your palm was warmer, you removed the glove, thinking you hurt yourself, when in fact, the mark on your palm was golden.

This motherfucking man.

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin scenarios #genshin fluff #ayato x reader #ayato x y/n #kamisato ayato #ayato sakamaki #genshin ayato #ayato headcanons #ayato imagines #ayato x you #kamisato ayato x reader #Ayato arranged marriage #Genshin arranged marriage

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semisolidmind · 1 year

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say hello to the king.

(more story under the cut)

(continued from Emi and Uzu's reference)

After Emi received the letter, she insists they answer it.

So they go, making their way across the countryside, fighting mascots and rogue humans along the way. When they get to the city, it lies mostly empty, ravaged and bloodied by the mad mascots. Emi, remembering her time before meeting Uzu, is now a bit reluctant.

They meet enemy mascots, and learn that while many mascots are no better than hungry animals, there are others like Uzu: strong, intelligent, occasionally benevolent... But some, despite their intelligence, are no less homicidal than their dull counterparts.

Usagi is, apparently, one of the former. A quiet, intellectual air hangs about this mascot...he's not one to mince words.

Emi lights up a little upon meeting Usagi. He's modeled after a main character from one of her favorite anime: Usagi Kokoro: Heart's Butler; a show about a demonic butler and the young lady he serves.

Usagi seems to recognize Emi as well, falling to one knee after she tells her his name. "My lady," he breathes with an air of reverence, taking her hand into his large paws. "I have been searching for you. It has been my sworn duty to protect you since my creation. Allow me to make up for all the time I've been apart from you."

Emi's face heats up in a blush. Uzu seethes. He storms up to Usagi, shoving him back.

"THA' HELL YOU DO YA THINK YER SAYIN'!? Emi ain'tcher lady!! Back off, you long-eared creep!!" He yells, brandishing a knife in the rabbit's direction.

"Stop." Usagi says with an air of finality. "I've heard enough."

Usagi raises his gun, aiming at Uzu. Uzu can't move, compelled by Usagi's command.

"Thank you for protecting her thus far. I shall take it from here."

He pulls the trigger. Uzu falls with a weak cry of Emi's name, a heart-shaped hole in his head. He doesn't move, not even a blink. Emi tries to go to him, but she's stopped. Usagi stands in her way.

"Now," he says, tone gentle. "Let's go home, Emi."

He picks her up, despite her kicking and protests. "Wait!" she says, tears pricking at her eyes. "What's gonna happen to Uzu? Is he dead!? Actually dead!?"

Usagi spares her a glance and the ghost of a smile before answering.

"No," he says, starting to walk. "He'll recover, with time. If the lessers don't get to him first. Did he not tell you? Mascots can regenerate any wound that isn't a clean decapitation, and even then the head would have to be destroyed. "

"Now," he sighs. "We have a bit of a walk ahead of us, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop kicking me. I'll answer what questions I can on the way."

Emi falls silent, staring back at Uzu as she's carried away.

Thus our two heroes are separated.

#click for quality cause mobile is stupid #semisolid ocs #fuwa fuwa pandemic #I messed up Uzus little neckerchief goddammit

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diacripticcomplex · 4 months

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Can I request a yandere ayato x yui please? It doesn’t have to be a smut fic but if it is I’m fine either way, thanks (love your writing btw)

Ayato's POV:

I can't think or eat normally, staying away from her might be the only guarantee for her safety. She keeps on trying and trying to get my attention, putting herself in dangerous situations on purpose, she knows that shit pisses me off. All I can think of is her, her deep velvet eyes and the sadness she bears, her creamy skin that I taint with my fangs and her sweet hot blood that quenches my thirst. I know that if this continues I will end up killing her, if she did not mean anything to me I would not give a shit but she means the world to me, I want to slaughter anyone who gets in our way. These bastard Mukami assholes, my brothers, my uncle I dont care..they should all just drop dead, every human ballsack looking guy should die too...she belongs to me, and only me, no one will have her but me. Fuck! Ha, I think I am going insane, I never wanted it to get this bad. I don't want to leave her alone, I want her next to me at all times but I might actually kill her if that is the case..the thought of not being by her side at all times that shit doesn't sit right with me, I don't like the idea of her interacting with anyone but me..

That night, I took a bunch of percs, after thinking it through I decided to slaughter everyone in our path, I started with my lurking Uncle Richter, his presence only made matters worse but killing him was the most challenging, I tore him to pieces limb by limb, then I hurried over to those Mukami bastards, I sniffed 3 lines of cocaine before torturing the those subbreed bastards. Azusa and Kou were easy to kill, I didn't waste my time torturing them, but Ruki's death was to be slow, I wanted to enjoy his agony, cutting out his tongue so I don't have to hear his annoying voice, perhaps I'll cook his tongue and feed it to her..after a few hours of torturing him in front of Yuma I slice his throat and decapitated his head, as well as the other Mukami brothers, I wanted to take their heads and put them on spikes as decorations around the manor, a warning to my brothers, who indeed were next.

After a few more lines of cocaine I was in a frenzy, I decorated the manor gates with their heads. I went back into the manor, she was standing there in horror. "What have you done..!?" she asks in panic and worry, tears in her eyes as she looks away from the sight. I grab her face and make her look at it. "They were in the way, anyone who gets in my way will meet the same fate." I tell her, smiling like a madman probably, she gives me a look of fear, that look does it for me, I kiss her, she resists the kiss, so I pull away and whisper to her "you're not content until they are all gone right? Don't worry, I'll make your wish come true." I told her, my eyes were gleaming into her, that cocaine had me jittery. "No no I dont want anyone else to die.." she makes her pleas, pretending to be this good human and all that crap. "Make no mistake, if I wasn't here these bastards would do as they wish with you, you want that?" I ask her, gripping onto her shoulder blades, she shakes her head then continues to try and defend them I heard enough come from her mouth, I bite her lips, sucking the blood from there until they turn all purple, she passes out after a few moments so I take her into my room and lock her in there, she will wake up to a lovely present.

I took a few more percs, and sniffed the remaining cocaine I had, killing Shu, Reiji and Subaru would be more of a challenge, Laito would expect this and Kanato would be a bitch about it, I'll kill Laito and Kanato quickly, we shared a womb I have to make it a clean and swift death for them. “Ah Ayato, you’ve come to kill me, you’re getting a bit mes-“ Laito began to say but I sliced his head off, Kanato as well, I took their bodies outside and set it a blaze, the fire crackled loudly, this caused Reiji to come out. “Ayato have you lost your mind?!” He went on, I shoved my fingers deep into his eye sockets and tore out his eyeballs, crushing them in my hand, then I pushed Reiji into the fire. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. “..what the fuck have you done..?!” Shu, lazy dull bastard commented, “ha, shu aren’t you scared of fire? I’ll rip your heart out instead” I tell him and yank it out his chest then throw his heart into the fire, his body goes limb and he falls, I burn him too, all that was left was Subaru. He must be hiding.

I began searching the mansion, I made a turn from my room and saw Subaru holding his dagger up to her throat. “Ayato you’ve gone insane, try to kill me and I’ll kill her” he says pressing his dagger to her skin, something in me jolted, I was mad with bloodlust, I did not think, I simply snatched Yui and had her in my grasp now. “She’s mine! Ill fucking kill you, don’t ever touch her again.” I state, I tear off her clothes right in front of Subaru, and start groping her breasts, she tries to cover herself, I grip her wrists so tightly it felt as if her blood circulation would stop, I force my way into her, one hand on her neck, my member deeply in her, she cried and protested the entire time but I wanted Subaru to understand, that I will kill to get what I want, and she is what I want.

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Defined

ch: 1 | 2 | 3

synopsis: you and nanami are coworkers and former friends with benefits grappling with the decision to consciously uncouple as a non-couple (aka stop doing each other)

word count: 1,937 words

characters: nanami kento x gn!reader

warnings: angsty kinda, slight sexual mentions this chapter

a/n: i was gonna talk a bunch here about clarifying intentions, labels and titles meaning things, etc. but i thought that was entirely too much... i imagine if you've been anywhere on the fwb/situationship spectrum then you'll just get the gist of it all

"With this, there was no dating. No tender moments in public or meeting family. And no telling coworkers... absolutely not. The closest semblance to a normal partnership was the rare mission assigned together. The ones you both went on afar from Tokyo, apart from the blood and guts, felt a bit like little vacations.

But even if his hands fell onto and held your waist a certain way. Or if his teeth tugged your bottom lip as his to claim. Even with the smiles that bookended your meetings of intimately learning the other's weaknesses. This was not that kind of relationship."

Violet with dying rays of orange and pink melted into the growing spread of navy sky. The moon always seemed to look brighter up north.

So many mundane blessings clicked for you in moments like these. The daily changes in the sky, the gentle crumble and cushion of leaves beneath your sore soles, an intact spine... it all felt so nice. Normal miracles.

Lucky, some would say. You were lucky to experience those blessings.

"Ah, so you're headed to Hiraizumi?" "Yeah well, nearby. There've been quite a few disappearances near the Satetsu river. I've never been but it seems fairly quiet there otherwise." "It's pretty... beautiful really. But you'll want to be careful up there. Lots of concentrated energy." "Of course. I'm looking forward to it." "Try not to take offense to this, but who'll be going with you? I don't imagine they'd send anyone near there alone unless it was Gojo." "Well, I'll be with Nanami... we've worked together a couple of times. I think we get along just fine. Should go fine." "Aren't you lucky..." "Mmm." "Seriously though, be careful. For them to assign a grade 1 and semi grade 1 on a single assignment. Sounds like they don't even know how big of a problem it really could be." "Right... you sure you don't wanna swap places with me, Kusakabe?" "Don't make me laugh. Try to come back in one piece."

Last week's conversation played in your head while you gradually retreated from the wilderness toward the nearest town. The replay was a welcomed distraction from the internal and external bruises that slowed your pace. It also took away from the freshly-made replay of you nearly being split into pieces by the wickedly sharp appendages of the curse you faced not even an hour before.

"Nanami?" "...Yes?" "Thank you... for watching my back there."

Met with silence, not that you were expecting much. An expression of gratitude is a hard conversation point for someone unenthused to relish in their own good deeds. Because he was there, your near-fate was returned to its sender. As planned, the 7:3 Sorcerer's dull blade tore apart the sickened flesh that held the curse together. No rumination of the act on his part out of politeness, sure, but more so out of professionalism.

His position, tried and true, was simple: what kind of sorcerer would he be if he stood by and allowed you to be decapitated by a curse mere feet away from him?

'I need to work on my reaction time...' Who doesn't? You're at the best that you've known yourself at. 'I'm sorry for being a burden...' Fuck no. That doesn't make sense and it sounds pathetic.

Thoughts trailed off as your steps continued. 'Just leave it...' A breeze slapped against your cheeks and your adrenaline continued to fall.

Even now, the silent air between you both was not uncomfortable. Though, it never usually was. Besides, many sorcerers pray for minutes of peace to grow into hours, days, and months. Most find the time after intense combat to be the purest form of peace; from one extreme to its polar opposite in seconds. Colors, light, scents, and temperature all came through so much clearer... more precise in those after moments.

Auras too... and his captivated you. It had for so, so long, but in the duration of your relationship you had rarely seen this particular quick swell, bright glow, and slow decompression. Witnessing it made you grateful.

Strong. By nature and nurture, his strength was hardwired into his body, mind, and soul. It struck a perfect balance with his kindness, something unwavering that you witnessed the moment you ran into him years ago (literally, by immaculate chance) as a salary man.

Kindness and strength, just two of his many traits that defined the humanity you adored. Steady in your meeting, brief union, and eventual break. At every stage, it was never difficult to find Nanami admirable.

“There’s no way they properly considered the risk of this assignment."

What were you two talking about again? Oh—

"Yeah. It's odd that they sent us both." "It’s… a disheartening situation.” "..."

You sincerely hoped it wasn't becau—

"...Not because of you..." "Oh, I... I understand."

Of course you understood, it came with your own strength. But surely he could've handled that curse without yo—

"Thank you for your hard work. You created a wide opening for me to assist. I'm not sure I would've been able to do this without you." "...Mm. No problem... me either. I certainly couldn't have done this alone."

Your statement was obvious, as you were covered in far more wounds and marks compared to your coworker. You may have landed more blows against the curse, but he certainly managed to move efficiently and avoid the brunt of what you got.

"Are you feeling faint?" “No… I’m okay. Thanks.”

Maybe faint wasn’t the proper word, but the goosebumps on your skin made it harder to move. Colors, temperature, and that growing navy sky felt colder and colder. Terrible shame that the nearest town was still a 30 minute hike... and that the nearest auxiliary manager was another 20 minutes away.

“Are you sure?” “…Yeah… I’m just a little chilly…”

In a singular, swift motion, the weight of Nanami’s blazer comfortably swallowed your shoulders. Without hesitation, he had removed the layer for your benefit.

“Your adrenaline is dropping.” “T-thank you… thanks... but so is yours. Aren’t you cold?” “My injuries are minor and we don’t have long to go.” “Okay… well... let me know if you want this back at any point.” “I’ll be fine.”

If Nanami was anything, he was an excellent coworker. A professional and selfless team player in every sense. The evening grew cooler and despite the donated layer, the chill sank into your exposed skin and down your bones. 15 more minutes, huh?

"Do you think you can make it for the next-" "Next 15 minutes? Y-yeah, I think so." "..."

You figured, at least until his question made your knees buckle. His ever watchful eyes took in your attempt to conceal a growing limp. Did this curse really fuck you up that bad?

"Hold on."

Nanami placed a firm hand on your shoulder prompting you to pause and repositioned the harness that holstered his weapon from his back to his shoulder.

"If you're comfortable with this, I'll carry you until we reach town. Please don't feel indebted to me, I don't want your injuries to worsen from oversight." "I... Nanami..."

God. First, his coat. Now, his back. What more could he give?

He certainly wasn't being chivalrous to prove a point... was he? What point would he even be making?

Well... how long were you going to make him wait...?

"I don't mean to pressure you..."

Hazel eyes, bare of his glasses, were kind and waiting for your answer. A familiar air of disarming patience carved the cold air between you. Were his eyes always this way when looking towards you? Even now?

"N-no. No, it's... I..."

Deep breath... okay.

"Thank you. Thanks... I really appreciate that." "Okay. Just try not to lean back, I might lose my balance."

He wouldn't, you both knew, but the warning put you at ease. You smiled, nearly drawing out a teasing quip in response. As gently and respectfully as possible, you made your way onto Nanami's back. Your body was pressed flatly against the broad, dense surface of his. With sturdy arms roped around the plush of your thighs that rested on both sides of his waist, he resumed a slower pace.

The bob of his walk complimented the steady rhythm of his heart, both of which reverberated through your own chest making you wish you could sink into him. The newfound warmth soothed the growing aches and you slipped into sleep. No matter how hard you tried, your body could never forget the comfort that his brought you.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea..." "...Sure." I guess the illusion of this fantasy had finally caught up to you two. Five months of willingly bending your own limits, testing the line of professionalism and personal boundaries. Neither of you would've ever sought out another sorcerer as a long-term partner. Sort of stupid to think that indulging in each other carnally would be a sustainable form of healing. With this, there was no dating. No tender moments in public or meeting family. And no telling coworkers... absolutely not. The closest semblance to a normal partnership was the rare mission assigned together. The ones you both went on afar from Tokyo, apart from the blood and guts, felt a bit like little vacations. But even if his hands fell onto and held your waist a certain way. Or if his teeth tugged your bottom lip as his to claim. Even with the smiles that bookended your meetings of intimately learning the other's weaknesses. This was not that kind of relationship. "I don't regret where we are. But being like this might do more harm than good longterm." What an incredibly stupid conversation to have in bed. And what a crazy thing for him to say with his lips still pressed to your neck. "Kento... I don't think we were planning on doing this forever, right?" So why do this in the first place? Maybe he doesn't need a friend (is that what you are?) like you anymore. The sex, itself, was never the problem. If it was, the conversation wouldn't have followed your pleads for him to consume every part of you (and him fulfilling every request.) Pillow talk and waxing poetic about alternative lives or separate futures would eventually run dry. Neither person wanted to escalate beyond where you two comfortably were. Blissfully uncoupled. And as cathartic as it proved, unpacking core memories and histories as a non-couple was... very intimate for the type of relationship you agreed to share. But sometimes you figured you could do this... it all... forever, at lest with him. Not that forever was particularly long for the average career sorcerer anyway. Your own trauma was similar to his own formative heartbreaks, both spoken about in bits and pieces scattered across your time together. Compassion and the embracing calm of your bedroom beckoned Nanami's largely regulated vulnerability. Five months of unlocking each other to see and be seen, if only for a few hours. Maybe what you both really needed was a good therapist? "Hey... Kento?" "Yes?" "Do you still want to work together?" "Of course... but I think we'll need distance." "Of course. Yeah... ok. Ok... just don't treat me like a stranger." "I never will."

Of course. Responsibility was never solely about physical strength, but about balancing the variables: endurance, intuition, experience, maybe even spite at times… but, most importantly, care. And he was always so responsible.

A responsible, capable, and careful man would do what he could to protect you. How cruel would it be for him to suddenly change when your heart had been so close to his, then and now? Of course a responsible man would carry you when you were down and he'd even let you dampen his shoulder with your tears, awake or not. Naturally, he'd let you grieve what should have been let go.

For the sake of work, sanity, and your friendship.

So here you two were. Nearly five more months down the line since your last meeting. And as much as the partnership changed, the players stayed the same. Accepting another rare assignment together, but with the new goal of making it unremarkable. Just work. Open and closed, with no strings attached.

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