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I watching something on YT and saw this…this gives me Law vibes.
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Imagine you’re sitting in his very professional doctors office and that shit is just standing in the corner.
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sashi-ya · 1 year
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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 3 ➡ ʟᴀᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐒 & 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 .nsfw 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝚘𝚖𝚐! 𝚒’𝚍 ���𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟹: 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚒! 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠/ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜. 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔? 𝚘𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 <𝟹 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛! 𝐓𝐰: 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠. 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝐰𝐜: 760 .𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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A merienda starts, there are sweets all over the table, but the sweetest treat for him, it’s you.
Sitting on his lap, Katakuri enjoys your presence way more than anyone could think. What he usually did alone, he does it with you now. His huge hands slowly peel your clothes off, you are so tempting to him. The way your belly invites him to squeeze, the way your shorts carve marks and lets the perfect amount of skin of your thighs protrude.
He makes you slightly hump over his leg, making your breasts to jiggle as he moves his leg. Up and down, and so swollen they are. It’s a little painful, you are full just for him… He doesn’t really like tea to accompany his donuts, but rather, sweet, really sweet and warm milk.
The first bite of a sugary treat invades his mouth, while he uses his free hand to pinch your leg with loving admiration for your body. Katakuri offers you some of his donut, its filling stains the commissure of your lips. Place he licks, and with sharp fangs he grazes.
You squirm underneath him, as his hand has now reached your core. He spreads your legs just enough to have better access. Soaking wet, you announce your lover you want him so bad. Kata smiles, he is so pleased, this is heaven to him. To him, and to you.
The tip of his fingers go up and down your sex, still over your shorts, but strong enough for your clit to feel it right. You whimper, still humping on his leg, rounding your arms around his neck, biting your lips. “What is it, honey? You like this?” he asks, this time sliding his hand in between your clothes and your nudity.
You flinch to his touch, he has reached your folds, making space for his fingers as he spreads them. “Y-yes, I – I like them, Kata” you purr, in between panting. “Good, good girl” he says, penetrating your entrance with his middle finger.
A moan is ripped from the inside of your heart, you trying to close your legs as an unconscious reflex; him forbidding you to do so. “No, no… allow me to, please” the commander playfully and perversely says, while biting your neck.  
His neck kisses go down, down until your inflamed bust. “I think I’m getting thirsty…” he whispers, using his free hand to slightly squeeze one of your boobs. A light pressure is enough for a white drop to burst from your nipple; a drop that follows the curvature of your breast, making you shiver, making you a slave for more. You need release, and you need his sharp teeth sucking on them, getting your products all out of you.
“I’m bursting, Kata… please, suck it all out” you beg, as both nipples are dripping now. “I’m making sure my merienda drink it’s perfectly ready” he mumbles back, pinching you. You throw your head back, his fingering plus what he is doing to your upper part it’s too much for you to handle.
When he finally attacks, satisfied with your torture, Katakuri bites your left nipple. It makes you wanna scream at the top of your lungs with pleasure. And of course, you do. He giggles with your breast in his mouth, enjoying your desperate whining.
He begins to suck shortly after, relieving the pressure you were feeling but replacing such sensation with a million stings of pure pleasure. “Ah…more” you barely can express yourself. His thumb hasn’t abandoned your clit while he feeds himself from you.
Your white liquid overflowing from the sides of his mouth, but even though, he swallows most of it. Raptured by the taste, by the unstoppable flow, by your moans. “It’s so sweet, so perfectly sweet” he mutters. Kata closes his eyes while sucking, sucking so hard to drain you until your last drop. He is so blessed to have you.
You begin to fall in the traps of ecstasy; there is no coming back. Orgasm approaching, him sucking you dry while masturbating you just, and exactly, as you like. “I’m gonna…cum” you cry, informing him about his great work. “Come for me, my love… every time you do, you-“ he says, stopping just to hear the symphony of your climax.
The pressure is so high, it makes you burst, staining your shorts but also Katakuri’s face with your milk. He feels like he has been blessed, he enjoys the white drops that fall to his mouth…
“Delicious, so delicious. You are so delicious, (Name)”  
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soft-mafia · 5 months
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I genuinely want to know the reason behind why the hottest people on earth were casted for the live action.
WHY ARE LITERALLY ALL OF THE ACTORS ATTRACTIVE???😭
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leechteethwrites · 6 months
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he wants to be like luffy when he grows up
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blackholesun321 · 5 months
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Mihawk and Shanks, but they'd die for each other— but just figured the other would one day kill them instead.
Prayed for it, even hoped for it maybe. But they thought... well, they thought wrong, and in one glorious, horrible moment, the idea was rectified.
See, Shanks and Mihawk like to fight, right? Under simplification, they love to fight; on Shanks' end, they live to fight; on Mihawk's, there's only now that they're older, that they have shed the trappings of youth, the baby fat on their cheeks— that these fights can last for hours, for days.
They fight like two fierce animals, Like gods alight their heels upon the Earth only to watch it crack with indifference. Mountains turn to valleys, cliffs turn to beaches, islands turn to sandbars.
It's on one of these islands, one of these crushed rocks, and it's being swallowed by the sea that this life is made true. They die for each other, and they're just about to prove it. They fight, and they fight, and they wear themselves out till their muscles strain and their minds blur, and their thoughts are: survive, survive the next dodge, the next strike, his or me, him or me, him and me. Every breath is a moment between breaths, and when finally, they draw to a draw, barely able to stand, the Marines strike.
Maybe it's a planned attack coordinated with command, maybe it's not. Maybe there are 100 Marines with them, maybe it's just them—Two new admirals high on haki and their devil fruit, ready to prove themselves, ready to prove their worth. Ready to prove their strength, ready to claw their way as they have clawed their way through the ranks of the Marines before them. They've dropped bodies before, what's a few more bodies, especially when those bodies are wanted criminals, heinous marine killers, and of course, a former Roger pirate.
There's no warning, there's no honor, but one moment, Shanks and Mihawk are staring into each other's eyes, panting, and a grin grips the side of one of their faces. Most likely Shanks, as he begins to laugh, and the laugh is abruptly stopped with a choking hack as a hand wraps around his throat and begins to squeeze.
Mihawk does not scream, does not yell, the thing that leaves his mouth is less than human, more than animal. It is horror, it is terror, it is pain, it is anger. It reaches through his chest, grabs his vocal folds and thrusts itself out of his mouth. He howls like a possessed man and lunges Yoru first, haki second, and skewers the man who would be an admiral, arm clean from his shoulder.
He gasps and in victory turn to Shanks, to see if he's okay, but victory doesn't last long. There's a crack, followed by a sharp, sudden pain in his leg, and he looks down, and oh, there's a hole in his thigh; someone shot him.
Advancing from there, Shanks gets up moments later. He doesn't scream, not like Mihawk; instead he yells the swordsman's name. Watches as Mihawk pushes haki into the wound, armament most likely to keep himself from bleeding out, as Shanks grasps Gryphon, as Mihawk grasps Yoru, and they turn back to back, and they begin to fight once again.
The battle is bloody, the battle maybe 15 minutes, maybe half an hour, but by the time they're done, the Marines are dead. The water has turned pink and red with blood, floating limbs and tangled viscera.
Shanks, at some point, almost has his chest caved in, most likely shattered his ribs. Most likely internal bleeding; he is barely moving, barely breathing, sheer, relentless willpower is holding him up. Most of the bones in his right hand have been shattered, his body is one big mottled bruise, he's more than likely dislocated his pelvis, probably cracked his spine and his skull.
Everything hurts, but if he stops now, if he chooses to run and not to fight, Mihawk dies.
Mihawk's leg is a wreck, there's a gunshot, of course, a bullet wound that splattered through his thigh and most likely cracked his femur. His own will is the only thing keeping him standing, the only thing keeping the bone from sliding out of place. His left foot is facing in the wrong direction, probably dislocated. His face is matted with blood from a cut over his right eye. His left ear is chipped, sliced in half. He's broken three fingers on his right hand, and there are three stab wounds on his shoulders, one on his left side. Nothing serious, nothing that will have him bleeding out if he doesn't put some armament over it.
He stands, shaking, arms useless, so he picks up a sword with his mouth and fights on anyway.
There are a few moments where each of them takes a close look at one another, and it is eye-opening. It reveals things they will have to think about later, but right now, it's about surviving, living on so the other can live on.
Then, when they are done, and when the marines are nothing but bodies floating in the newly made sandbar of this island, Shanks will collapse, internal bleeding taking hold, brain damage rattling around his skull. He'll collapse and collapse, and Mihawk, more instincts than a man, more protector than thought, will drag himself over to his body. With one dislocated, shattered wrist, he will push himself up, sword bloody between broken teeth, and snarl at everything and anything that tries to get close to them.
The Red Force comes, of course, maybe one of the admirals, a Devil Fruit user, has the ability to hide haki so they won't know anything's wrong at first. But once that devil fruit user is dead, it'll feel like iron on the tongue, like fear in the air, hot and musky. They'll come running, of course, and they'll find Mihawk hovered over Shanks, hovered over a mountain of corpses, snarling and snarling and snarling through a mouth full of sword.
Like an angel coming down from the heavens to avenge, like a demon that has clawed its way up from hell for revenge, he will sit like a dragon protecting its horde, and nothing will make him budge.
He will eventually come out from his stupor, even in that state, half-awake, half-dead. He will claw his fingers wrapped around Shanks, broken skin and tattered bloodslick and blood-dried clothes. They will not be able to pull them apart.
Even as they drag them back to the Red Force, even as doctors and nurses on board piece them back together, bloody piece by bloody piece, something of theirs will remain touching: skin, clothes, and blood mixed together. At one point or another, both of their hearts stop.
Both of their breathes will be quiet, and drastic measures will be taken to wake them back to life.
Their Vivre cards will burn to a crisp. And when they wake from this, days or weeks from this moment, they will remember looking over in pain, in horrible, terrible pain. They will see the heart monitor flatline.
Each will ask for their hat, through a dry throat and minds hazy with painkillers. Somehow, through the casts wrapped around their fingers, they will search, bleary-eyed and half-alive once again, for the Vivre cards stuck in the band. They will find nothing.
And they will despair. They will think, "This man was supposed to kill me. This man wasn't supposed to die for me; I was supposed to die for him."
Then, one of the doctors, or maybe a nurse, or perhaps Ben Beckman, comes to ensure his captain doesn't do any more stupid shit while he's not watching. They inform him that the other is safe, that they both lived, and that maybe next time, they should, I don't know, call for help instead of nearly getting murdered.
And perhaps there will be a reunion, and maybe there will be some heartfelt comfort. Both of them will take care of each other while they heal, maybe learn something about being taken care of especially when your invalid, I don’t think they’ve ever been invalid before? But they have each other— and maybe, just maybe, they'll realize what they were truly fighting for was each other.
And then, they lived happily ever after, and got pirate married.
The end.
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marimology · 7 months
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LO’AK | he/him | 20 | afro-native transmasc
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kevlarcrack3d · 2 months
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Something I realized about the One Piece admirals is that despite being people who should be maintaining and implementing order, they are based on characters who'd be considered "rebellious."
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I mean:
Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji - based on actors known for yakuza roles
Fujitora - based on an actor who is famous for playing a gambling blind swordsman (gambling is illegal in Japan and yakuza actually came from gamblers called bakuto!)
Ryokugyu - based on an actor noted for rebel roles
I dunno if this is just a coincidence because I'm not Eichiiro Oda lol, but I can say the bad boy outlaw prince has swept me off my feet again 🤤🤤🤤
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snailpaste · 3 months
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riandora-art · 6 months
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Watching few one piece movie
ONE PIECE Movie 6 Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island
Watch few movies before go back to Origin story .I'm stop watch episode after Whole Cake arc.Take break watch one piece other film are bunch of in Movie subs.
Recently watch One Piece Movie 6: The show was amazing and don't spoiler anything anyone who haven't watched other one piece community. OH my gooood?!! this was super dark plot terrified and bast ending very scene. 😢😨😱
Anyways the movie was very good and different art animation on strawhats Crew and show too.
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asknicorobean · 1 year
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Reblog if you are an active canon/oc ask/rp blog!!
And you would appreciate some asks to your inbox!!
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sashi-ya · 2 years
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SASHI! 💗 Hello, your hell event looks great and the graphics you made are so beautiful! 💕 If I may, can I please request for this event: Oni!Katakuri x Human!Fem!Reader on Earth? You can make him any specific type of Oni, it’s up to you! For the prompt, I know it’s not exactly on your list, but may I ask “Can a human and oni fall in love together?” or something sweet along the lines of that? The kinks are completely up to you, but I do want to ask for size difference heheh 👀 It’s all up to you of course! Thank you so much in advance and be sure to take breaks between requests! 🫂
Hewooo my love!! So as porn sensei Sashi promised, here I am with this fic :3 I hope you like it and I gave this a little sweet twist so it wasn't plainly nsfw. I hope you enjoy and LOVE U!! 💖💖
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𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑶𝒏𝒊! 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒕
➡ Tw: nsfw. romantic first time togther. sweet mochi action. yet feral. kink size. masturbation. biting. oral. vag. ➡ wc: 3k ➡ Want more? visit the masterlist
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There was a Little oni, a little not so little man that would only eat donuts. He spent the days alone, and friends weren’t usually his thing. Day by day, that little oni, arrived at his school with some of his brothers and sisters. A lot of them.
There was a girl, who, despite what others said about that little oni, she always wanted to be his friend. And she tried and tried. But the little oni never once looked at her.
School was over, and so their childhood. Onis weren’t still considered as valuable as the rest of the people. At least not for the majority of the citizens, they said those kids were cursed, they were the devil’s children. For the majority, but not for her…
“Oi, Katakuri! What are you doing? Take the fishes to the city!” his older brother commands the oni. Apparently those of his nature are only bound to work at the port. And it was ok for him, at least he worked hard and got enough to live every day. Kata covered his demonic features with a fluffy scarf, and his little horns under burgundy abundant hair.
On his way to the city centre, he encounters many humans that funny enough -but not surprisingly- lack of humanity. They, as always, laugh at him. And even if an oni is way stronger than them, they still do. Kata, of course, walks past them, because he only thinks of his reward after work; eating donuts.
Eating donuts and seeing that woman he likes from afar.
The sweet human that have always tried to be his friend during his school years, is now working on the flower shop in front of the fish market. He obviously never speaks to her, but, he enjoys the image of her watering her flowers at sunset.
It’s enough for him, because, can a human and an oni fall in love? Of course not. Or so that’s what he thinks…
“(Name)! Look, the fishes boy!” your friend says, once again his crimson eyes shine with the orange light that comes from a sun hiding behind the sea. You look at him, trying to hide behind a big bouquet of violet flowers, that funny enough are called Katakuri. A smile invades your face, he has always made you happy, but it was never because you wanted to mock him nor make fun of his looks.
You watch him, as tall and strong as it is, leave a huge cart with the fishery of the day to the old man of the shop. You wonder, should you speak to him? Call him? Try once again?
And destiny does it job, but not exactly as you wish it has been done…
Some youngsters start to scream and spit insults at him, they look a from an elite class, and they seem not to care about the consequences of mistreating anybody who is below them. Red, green, and blue, the Germa kids… what a cancer they are.
“Fucking oni, they are disgusting!”
“Look, he looks like a Big mouth gulper!!”
“Go back to hell!!”
Kata ignores them, but you can’t. You are fed up with him having to go through, to put up with so many insults and degrading language. You stop watering the plants, but never leave the sprinkler. In fact, with the little metallic pot you go outside. It might not be a weapon, but it’s something.
“I’m fed up with you all, little shits! Go back to your bastard father, when are you gonna leave this island, huh?!” you scream, swinging your “weapon” in the air. The astonished looks of the brats gives you the idea of them being finally scared, but that’s not exactly what it was…
The blue haired one throws a sudden fist at you, punching your stomach with such force it makes you fall back down. The sprinkler flies away, and you grimace as you have scratched your palms when falling.
The all laugh before the Oni, making fun of you and of course of him… but are they ready to finally learn why you shouldn’t mess with a demon?
Probably not. Fists fly towards their similar looking faces, erasing their devilishly smirks from them. They thought Onis were made from mochi, or something, because not even their DNA altered bodies can’t take the pain of Katakuri’s knuckles.
You see how, for the very first time, he is attacking back, he is reacting. Was it because of you? Probably, but it was also because of how much he had endured through all of his life.
But, of course, as unfair as this world is, marines start attacking the poor oni. How dare a demon attack three little humans? Humans…
“Stop, Oni! You will be shot if you don’t!” they say, pointing their guns at him as if he was the beast. You can’t help but enjoy every fist that he buries on their bodies, but now it’s about saving him, and he must be stopped.
You stand in between the guns and him. “DON’T SHOT, OR YOU WILL BE HURTING ME TOO!” you scream, spreading your arms making the marines try to move you away. Thing, that, Kata notices in between his feral attack.
A single hand, a single fingertip on your arm and he responds. Slowly turning your face to him, you whisper. “Kata, I’m (Name). I’m on your side, stop hitting these stupid bitches and run away with me. I know a place”
And as it’s said, it’s done. Katakuri stops hitting them and by grabbing you by your waist he runs away with you. Marines try to follow, but he is way faster than any of them and guided by your directions you finally reach your hideout.
And abandoned cabin in the middle of the forest should do for the night, or at least until the authorities stop searching for him. Them, and of course, the brat’s familiars. The Germa boys are considered royalty, but not exactly by any of you.
Katakuri finally leaves you on the ground, you smile kindly at him. He has lost his fluffy scarf, and you notice how uncomfortable he feels. He might be a beast when he wants to, but he is indeed a pretty sweet and shy boy most of the time.
“Hey, would you feel better if I lend you this?” you ask, showing him your own scarf. A scarf you have knitted yourself on a winter sunny day. He looks at you like a guilty animal and takes in his huge hands your offering.
You giggle, it’s a little bit small for him but it does the job, nevertheless. And it’s not that you didn’t like his face, in fact you always thought his prominent fangs were beautiful -and not to mention, sexy-.
“There you go, uh… I’m sorry is not the best place in the world, but I come here whenever I need time for myself. I hope you don’t mind me joining you for some days, you know… if the marines see me, I would be asked a lot of questions” you say, opening dusty windows to let the soft breeze of the summer night to flow into the cabin.
Kata takes some time to speak back, but he finally does. “Th-thank you, are your hands ok?” he asks, stretching his arms for you to show him your palms. They are a little bit hurt, some dry blood over the scratches but nothing serious. However, Kata, is as special as he can only be, and you discover Onis are not simple demons; they are able to cure too.
From his hands something gooey grows, it’s white and smells sweet, like almonds. It’s not gross and it reminds you of mochi. “This should do” he says, placing the marshmallow looking substance over your wounds. And it does, it does work perfectly. In some minutes the stinging sensation of the scratches disappear as well as the mochi like paste.
“Thank you Kata!!! You are amazing!” you chime, making Katakuri remember your younger days when both went to school, and you tried hard being his friend. “Yo-you are welcome” he says, this time narrowing his eyes in sing of him probably smiling under your scarf.
It was a matter of time for him to finally open up to you, turns out he is a pretty cool guy. He is strong, but soft and sweet at the same time. The first night passed by, with both of you eating whatever they could find in the forest. He didn’t sleep that night since he wanted to guard the place just in case. You tried to rest in an old futon, promising him that the next day you will take his guard. 
The second day, where he felt more comfortable, he asked about your life in general. You discovered how much he likes to listen to your random stories about your daily living and how passionate you are for your flowers. He even learned that, there is a flower named like him, that is as beautiful as loved by everybody. Perhaps, one day, Onis could be loved the same way as those flowers are.
It was a matter of days for you to finally get closer and closer each day. If you wanted to pick something from a tree he would lovingly lift you up just for you to reach it. The touch of his huge hands around your waist made you feel butterflies in your stomach, and, even if you always felt attracted to him, it surprised you…
And the question popped in your mind… can a human and an oni fall in love?
A moon shines brighter than ever and the blueish tones of the sky above allow the stars to flick freely all through the immensity. Kata had found a little river near the cabin, and because you had agreed to stay there until next morning, you wanted to cook something different for the last night in your hideout, so he brought fresh fishes he was able to catch there.
The dim light of a bonfire competes with the silver shine of the moon above, and the crackling noises of the logs burning sooths your soul. Some crickets also accompany your night with fun melodies, and even some fireflies act as fairy lights. A romantic atmosphere, definitely. To you, and hopefully for him too.
Kata sits down on a log as his blackberry eyes reflect the fire cooking your dinner, he is the one in charge of turning the sticks around, so the fishes cook perfectly. You, who had the wonderful idea of using pine nuts and truffles you found in the forest, create a good paste to accompany them.
“It’s been fun, hasn’t it?” you ask him, because the silence was becoming too loud  for you.
“Yes, I like this place” he hums, always focusing on the grilled food. “I should thank you, (Name). Thank you and ask you for forgiveness. I’ve been an asshole with you during our school years” he apologises, squeezing your scarf that he is still wearing.
You stand up and walk next to him. Of course, you are way smaller than him so by standing right next to him sitting, you are able to be at his eye level. “There is nothing to forgive, I’m sure you have your reasons. In fact, I’d have acted the same way as you did. Yet, I simply don’t understand why people mistreat Onis that way… I mean, why? You are just like mochi! Such a sweet pe-“ you stop, realizing your hands is grazing his cheek.
Maybe it’s just how sweet you are, but, was it ok to be that close to him?
Kata looks at you with loving eyes, and as soft as he can his hand grazes yours for it to stay over his cheek. “Thank you” he mumbles, and soon after his huge arms surround your waist pulling you closer to him. A hug so warm and so felt that lasts for at least a couple of minutes.
“I-It’s ok, Kata- you-“ you stutter, heart beating like crazy on the verge of jumping out of your chest. You round his frame with your arms, as he rests his face on your chest, and your chin does on the crown of his head. you feel safe in his arms. And him, he does too.
After some more minutes melting under his embrace, he lifts his head up to look at you. You let a little smirk sleep on the side of your mouth as your hand pulls the scarf off his mouth.
Little by little, lips become closer to each other. You don’t know really why and when this started, but you can’t stop it. Maybe it was just the moment of closeness, or maybe it was meant to be… but your lips against his felt like getting what you have always wanted.
He pulls you closer, enough for you to sit over his lap. The size difference is notorious, but even as big as he is, you can only see a beautiful being with a heart as big as him.
The little peck that starts a chain of infinite kisses will remain for ever burned in the back of your mind, and his as well. Kata’s hand land on the small of your back, pulling you even closer, so close it feels as if he wanted to reunite two halves in one.
Drunk by the taste of your lips, both let your bodies do whatever they please. And what they want is to be so close, so close to each other. His lips abandon yours and trace a path from the commissure of your lips towards your neck. The sweet smell of your perfume makes him feel as happy as when he gets donuts. You have sprinkled his life with love, and he will devour you as it.
“Can I-?” Looking at your dress he asks, shily but definitely with a deep sexy voice. You bite your lower lip and flutter your beautiful eyelashes to him. “Yes~” you purr, guiding his hands up your thighs and under your dress.
Hands that reach higher, but not immediately your sex. Fingertips that first graze your belly, your legs, your inner thighs and lastly your wet panties. You squirm with the first touch, making him stop. “Is everything ok?” he asks, as the gentleman as he is.
You nod, with flushed cheeks and placing a sweet kiss over the tip of his nose. “Keep going, I like this” you whisper, as he moves your panties away. The moment he feels your wetness pooling in between your folds he grunts a little, placing a kiss over your carotid. You can feel sharp fangs lightly scraping your skin, a gently reminder that he is indeed not a human, but a demon.
He stops when you gasp, you aren’t scared, you are curious. But he doesn’t know it yet. “I’m sorry, I- we should stop this- what if I hurt you! I’m afraid of hurting you… I’m a demon and this turns me into someone violent” he says, putting you down all of a sudden.
You are left there, stunned enough to watch him walk away all of a sudden. But, if something defines you, is persistence…
You run after him; he shouldn’t be far from where you were. “Kata! Come back! I’m not afraid, please” you call him, listening to your own voice echo all around the forest. It’s a matter of seconds when you find him near the river, panting.
“Kata? Are you- ok?” you ask, careful not to scare him. He turns around, showing his red glimmering eyes to you, even drooling he is. You notice his hand closer to his crotch. “You- you were… you are afraid of hurting me? I’m sure you won’t… let me… help you” you whisper coming closer to him, discovering how he wanted to release himself instead of hurting you.
He gasps when your fingers lovingly round his rather big member, drippy and surely even sexier than any human. Ups and downs, first slower and then faster. He grunts, carving his nails on the muddy ground around him. You smirk, turned yourself into a sinful demon of lust.
Even your lips dare to place butterfly kisses over the tip of his dick. Butterfly kisses and licking and sucking. Tasting him, rounding his length with your lips -as deep as you can-. Cheek stretched to go deeper, even more. Gagging when it touches your throat, his violence increasing and his hand now moving your head up and down, so you go faster and harder.
He throws his head back, grunting, groaning but he doesn’t come… he is setting that aside for you...
Up he lifts you, panting like a savage animal. His palm cleans the shininess off your cheeks and lips and places a violent kiss on them. “Let me fuck you, please. I will be as gentle as I can” he begs.
“Kata, don’t be gentle… If I wanted a gentleman, I would have chosen a human, but see.. those are boring… I want an oni, a demon. I want you” you moan in pure lust and concupiscence, licking your lips and smirking as sinfully and demonic as the devil itself.
Words that make the man in front of you get feral, he pushes you to the ground, topping you, ripping your dress off, nothing matters the most but him to bury in you. He perfectly uses his fingers and tongue to dilate you enough for you to take you and as you whine and arch your back he gets ready to pound into you.
Slowly, the tip goes first. Stretching you enough for you to barely reach climax but the alone intrusion of a few inches of his sex. When he finally feels you are ready for more, and, arguing against his own instinct of impaling you right away, he moves deeper.
Deep enough, deep enough for you to take his whole entirety. Bulging your lower belly, you enjoy each clenching motion your insides do around his sex. Thrusts and grunts, whines, and whimpers. On and on until climax meets you both, pressing both lips and inhaling each other’s moans.
You notice the many biting marks your body has, a sore feeling that doesn’t hurt but it makes you feel like you are in heaven as you rest over his large chest.
“Kata… would you like to spend some more days here?” you ask, cuddling on his arms after the third or fourth round that have left your body feeling lightweight.
“I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my days here… 💖”
Well, I guess this solves the doubt… can an oni and human fall in love? I think yes, but now… did someone turn around the fishes? I think your dinner got a little burnt over the bonfire 🙈
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oxymorayuri · 4 months
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blackholesun321 · 4 months
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when the kids are preparing to do a jump attack they do a little wiggle like a cat preparing to pounce
Less wiggles more head tilting.
Like head tilt shuffle head tilt shuffle till there wings and limbs at in the perfect spot to pounce!
Baby’s like Luffy of course end up going ass over tea-kettle. While the older kids get very good at stalking or death from above! As they like to call waiting in the crows nest to dive.
Though their eyes do focus and unfocus as they tilt their heads around a like a cat.
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