WOH Fighting Over Their Foster Parent Attention

WOH fighting over their Foster Parent attention

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Masuru, Kotoko, Monaca, Nagisa & Jataro ]

[ Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls ]

My babies again! Seriously, I love them too much, a just want to hug them 🥺🥺

It wasn't easy to trust you, you're a demon after all! but with time and patience they will warm up with you, seeing how you really care for them. They start having a normal life finally being able to act like the kids they are

Now that they finally have someone who truly aprecciate them for who they are they become pretty needy and demanding, (they crave all the affection you give them)

This conduce them to constantly fighting (in a childish way of course) for your attention or being your favorite. Masuru and Kotoko are the most obvious with this, while Monaca is more discreet, in the other hand Jataro and Nagisa don't seems to do it, but in reallity they do it to (just don't directly)

Masuru! is! loud! Whenever he wants your attention he run to you and scream tell you with an energetic voice what he come to say to you, if you're doing work or something else he will try to wait, but if you are with his siblings then he won't back off, Masuru will cling onto you calling out your name, and when he finally have your attention he will say that he have something to tell/show you, describing it like the most amaizing and interesting thing in the world! And if you actually go with him he will smirk at the others and even tease them later

Kotoko in the other hand is taking your attention by inviting you to play (maybe a tea party, doing each other make up, dressing up or you can brush her hair!) and while both play she always tell you a lot of things, like how she go in school, about her friends and performance (in case she still go to the theatre club) or just inventing something in the game. Also, Kotoko is really clingy too, so she probably follows you around sometimes

Monaca is more discreet, she monopolize your time by follows you around too and offering you help, maybe with home chores, and while doing it she's always chatting with you, about her thoughts, her school, her friends, and even ask you about your work! (This way she makes sure you see her as a good daughter). And when she's been extra needy and she don't get your attention she will fake cry and use guilt-trip

Nagisa is more mature and don't directly fight for your attention, he do it in diferent ways that even he don't notice. He craves for your attention and aproval, so, along side with Monaca, he is always helping you with whatever he can (even with your work if he can). Also, he wants you to be proud of him so Nagisa will try to take your attention by his school grades, whenever he gets a recognition at school he will show it to you almost inmediatly (he try to seem calm but he is eager to see your reaction). If you want him to do more child things he will take this opportunity to spend time with you, maybe you can teach him how to play some board games!

When Jataro realice that you don't hate him and, in fact, you actually care and love him he grows a little dependent. He doesn't really think he deserve all the affection you give him but he's grateful for it. Jataro will cling onto you and always try to be by your side, if you talk or not it doesn't matter to him, but when he needs your direct attention he will hesitantly take your hand/pull your clothes and shyly tell you what is in his mind. But when he wants your fully attention (and will fight for it) is when he wants to show you his art or need your comfort (but it take him a moment to convince himself to call for you since he feels like he is just bothering you)

Is not always that they are fighting though, just when they get really needy, is most of the time that they play along together (thanks to your help too)

Probably some times they ask you who is your favorite, and if you answer that you don't have one or you love them equally they will take that responce (for now), except for Masuru and Jataro who will tell you that thats not a valid answer

💗Komanami Week💗 Day 1: Confess

Just an average day in the komanami household

Despite everything,

You are still here.

CLOWN THRONE & BALLOONS | LA!Buggy x fem!reader

Summary; You like kneeling for Buggy while he’s on his silly chair.

Warnings; Descriptions of Buggy being hot on said chair, fucking Buggy on said chair; Oral (m receiving), p in’ v, fem terms, you ride until you die.

LIVE ACTION ONE PIECE SPOILERS

A/N; FanFic writers please hurry on this I need this man carnally. Gotta smash the clown fear out of me. Also I’m not a fanfic writer but we need someone to jumpstart it, so if this isn’t up to your standard: my bad, I’ve never written and published before especially NSFW.

p.s: If it gets out that the actor doesn’t like his portrayal to be used in this type of way, I’ll be deleting this out of respect. Until then, Enjoy.

Masc!reader here! <- not made yet.

Under a harsh spot light that only lights a tiny portion of the carnival tent, you’re knelt in front of your captain. Right in-between his legs, with your head resting dangerously on his thigh, staring up at him.

Buggy had laughed Cabaji out of the tent when he had reported back from Shells town all before you came in.

He’s ‘relaxed’ on the wooden carnival chair, his hat hanging from ontop of the back bar of the seat, with one of his legs propped up on the arm rest and foot swinging lazily really helps encourage the imagination.

his brows crease his paint, shoulders are tense as he giggles at his speech.

Recounting the way Cabaji spoke of someone—and not him—had taken the Grand Line chart, you almost feel sorry for Cabaji.

The way Buggy speaks of this sounds as if he finds this amusing, you’re sure apart of him does but you can tell that he’s all but relaxed.

Buggy’s pride is flashy tales of himself, finding pure enjoyment from his endeavors so he can showcase them to the world. So, when some nobody ‘pirates’ haphazardly steal a map he planned to steal himself? He laughs.

But it seems all too forced.

"Captain?.." You ask.

He still wears his white and red striped bandanna however it does work as intended since you can still see fray blue hairs that linger around his face.

You wonder, if you asked, could he put his blue hair into a ponytail. But you shake that thought away.

Buggy grumbles in thought, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, minding his own clown paint. You frown at the sight of him and gently stroke his thighs in an attempt to soothe him. 

“What will we do?” His eyes snap down at you, sending a thrilling chill down your spine. He giggled, almost too giddy for this situation.

He hums while cocking his head down at you and grinning mockingly. He sits upright, putting his leg down with a loud thud, trapping you in-between him, and making your breath hitch.

“The map is mine.” He states tucking a fray hair behind you ear casing you to try and lean into his hand.

However, he snaps his gloved hand to your chin, pulling your face and bringing you closer to him. The wood floor creaks, your knees are a little chafed from kneeling for to long, but you pay no mind- too focused on Buggy and how his face is ever so close to yours. Your noses almost touching.

“And I’m gonna get it back.” He brushes his thumb over your lip, smudging your own clown makeup to the side, making you nod up and down at his own words. “No matter who I have to kill.” He lets you go, pulling back against the chair again, you let out a breathy sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.

You can tell that he’s stressed, that he’s angry since he spent months planning only for it to be for nothing.

A light bulb lights above your head.

Looking around the tent, you and your captain are the only people present as the other ‘freaks’ of your crew must be perfecting their ‘performance’ or taking care of the ‘audience’.

You muster the guts to carry on rubbing his thighs while gradually moving your hands upward along him.

You again place your head on his thigh while feigning innocence. You feel up the striped tunic and then tug at the hem of his pants. He swiftly grips your wrist and causes your breath to catch.

“What are you doing?” He eyes you.

“I..want to make you happy,” You continue, trying you best to not show how worried you actually are, worried that you step a bit too close to danger with your intentions.

He bends forward and looks at you in the eye. His stare makes you even more nervous, aren’t able to determine if he is angered by what you are doing from the stoic way he stares.

You’re about to apologize but to your surprise he presses a kiss to your wrist almost too affectionate.

He lets go of your hand and grabs the back of your head, pulling you into one kiss. You let out a moan, heat rising up to your face both in shock and rosemary colored-lust. He pauses to look at your face, his hand entangled into your hair with a vice grip.

“You want to take care of your captain?”

He asks tightening the grip in your hair making you bite back another moan, but you nod on your own this time.

He leans back casually, chuckling at the sight you. His red paint had smeared over your mouth, you must look stupid, pathetic even: You’re knelt in front of him hair ruffled and face paint mucky but he finds humor in your messy appearance.

“Show me,” Buggy purrs with a wave of his hand for you to continue, a lustful glint in his eye, you nod.

You’re now set on a mission, and that mission is to give your jolly captain the most mind numbing head. And maybe more if you’re lucky

With his own consent you continue with new found courage, you unlace his tan trousers as he spreads his legs for you, giving you more room.

Your heart pounds against your chest.

You want to please your captain.

You glide you hand down and graze his crotch, a prominent bulge in his pants all while he watches, hissing at your touch.

Finally you pull his pants and underwear down to his mid thigh, his cock throbs against his abdomen.

Buggy, who still a hand in your hair, tugs you closer, nervously you take is heavy cock into your hand, and give an experimental stroke.

With a flat tongue you follow a long vein, giving a lengthy lick from the underside of his shaft to the pink-ish tip, his chest his heavy as he breathes, trying not roll his head back and keep his eyes on you.

He wants to watch you do this.

“Such a good girl..”

Needing more praise from your flashy clown captain you continue.

Your mouth is on the mushroom tip as you suck down, taking him halfway to not trigger a gag reflex.

You clench you thighs together at the groan he makes desperate for any friction, you bob your head on his cock while giving rough strokes on the part you can’t fully take.

However, Buggy forcibly pulls your head down on him making you grab his thighs and gag slightly, he waits only a moment for you to recover, your nose buried into his bunched tunic.

You give him a light tap and he has you moving your head again along his cock again, you slowly learn to breath out your nose and hollow your cheeks as you take him.

You’ll most likely have a sore throat after this.

Your eyes tear up a bit as you take him, his dick hits the back of your throat rhythmically and ruthlessly. Letting you moan around him, and making him buck his hips at the sensation.

“Fuck . . . you’re doing so well,”

Fuck, you want him to talk more, you’re positive that your nails have dug into him as you feel a shock of arousal pulse through your cunt.

You need a relief, and Buggy notices that.

He pulls your head off him, a long string of saliva from your mouth to his dick. He pulls you up by the collar of your shirt to make you hover in his lap. Your knees now on either side of him.

He wastes no time though, a hand under your skirt and a long drag of his fingers from your cunt to you clit over your panties.

You instinctively cry out, but Buggy is quickly on you, drowning out your moan. The kiss is sloppy, but you and he don’t mind.

“You’ll need to be quiet, you don’t want someone of the crew to get curious about the beautiful noise coming from here.” All you can do is nod, and try to not make much noise by biting you lip.

He’s experienced but rough with the circles he rubs on your clothed clit. He pulls your panties to the side-but frustratingly rips them and throws them to the side-, and checks how slick you are with another long stripe.

You’re unsurprisingly ready without much touching from his end which he smirks at, he places his gloved hands-that have damp finger tips- on the divot of your hips.

You place your own hands on his shoulders the fur of his coat nestled between your fingers as you grip it.

You slowly lower yourself on to his cock, the pink leaky tip at the entrance of your cunt, you can feel it already throbbing.

Your about to fully go down but Buggy beats you to it, a bit impatient he bucks his hips up into you. Your legs around his thighs tense and shake at the sudden intrusion, keeping his words in mind you bite your lip, and you bite hard.

He groans at how tight and warm you are.

He begins to bounce you up down, and once you follow the rhythm you’re both panting and groaning, hard to stop yourself from doing so when takes the opportunity too explore your body.

His gloved hands tail all over your figure, teasing your chest through your shirt.

You take the time as well, to gaze at him, every part of him and then, you decide that; you want to bite his neck.

And you do.

He’s caught by surprise when you pull his ascot to bite and suck on his neck, so much so that he gives you a whiny moan when you do so.

At the noise you feel your walls clench around him, making him hiss and buck his hips up into your sopping pussy.

Determined too have his dick mold your cunt in his shape you start to move faster and deeper, still leaving purple and red marks along his neck -and clown paint, at least you aren’t the only one who looks stupid now.

You can feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, a tight coil forms ready to snap at one extreme movement.

Buggy’s also close having the same overwhelming feeling.

He enjoys having you rubbed up against him, your teeth biting at his neck trying so hard to keep your mewls down but they’re right in his ear.

Throughout this he wasn’t ever suspecting too have you at his feet licking stripes on his dick nor have your slick tight pussy bouncing on him and dirtying his clothes, and too be fair he’s quite enjoying himself.

He’s a goner once he hears the next moan.

“Buggy. . .”

Fuck, your whine did something.

However he doesn’t want too cum before you do, so he holds back for just a bit so he can tail his hand in between the both of you too map tight circles on your clit.

Now your body trembles as the coil in your stomach snaps in half, your walls clench around himz

He finally lets himself roll his head back, muttered intangible swears, riding his hips up into you, his whole body tenses.

His cum jerks into your spasming pussy, you whine at the feeling too dazed to worry about any repercussions of this.

He rocks your hips along his, riding out the final moments of your orgasm before slumping back on the chair.

Both of you are breathing heavily, but you find that your ‘mission’ was a outstanding success as you see a genuinely but hazy grin from your now completely relaxed captain.

Maybe those nobodies stealing the map wasn’t so bad.

Characters: Stelle X Sanji Vinsmoke

Fandoms: Honkai: Star Rail | One Piece

Relationship: Romantic

Took a break from remaking the old posts to share this brainrot XD I've had a Star Rail addiction for a while, but thanks to the live action One Piece series, I now also have a OP addiction..

I regret nothing

Sanji would be swooning and Stelle would find the chaos funny XD It'd be eventual on her side, but then she'd see the other sides to him and fall

we need more komamiki shippers in this world fr

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