Jeebus The Amount Of Screenshots I Ended Up Taking Of Alastor Is Insane! (Part 1)

Jeebus the amount of screenshots I ended up taking of Alastor is insane! (Part 1)

Oohh honoured!! 😭 if possible, do you think you can could write a Toji fic OR if you write about Yuuji or Toge (if not Toji is fine) where he possessively falls in love with the reader, and when she mentions how she only looks at him as just fwb. He can’t accept rejection, so he sexual harasses her/manipulating her to say yes

a/n: i’m even more honored that you trust me to write for you lol but i hope you like it :( tell me if there’s a part that i lacked and if you want me to rewrite it for you.

warnings: possessiveness, sexual harassment, degradation, implied noncon, yandere behavior if you squint, all characters are aged up.

“i love you.”

yuuji can’t believe what he just heard, let alone believing the fact that those three words slipped from his own lips out of the blue despite being whispered into the air. 

a pang of regret and humiliation wash over him when he notices you tense up just for a brief second. he’s sure you heard it too, yet you remain quiet. not a single word uttered, not even a glance at his way as you slip each leg into your pants one by one. 

he thinks you must’ve thought he’s being silly, but he does feel like an imbecile; not because of the current predicament, but ever since the first time he met you. oh, how he was so quick to get smitten. you’ve always made him feel special whenever you’re with him, but not until the moment you jump out of bed to collect your clothes from the floor.

it almost seems like a ritual; watching you put back on your clothes immediately after sharing hours of intimacy with him while his mind is infested by the same self-deprecating thoughts before you continue to leave him with only your faded scent and warmth to be his companion for the rest of the night.

“when are you coming by again?” yuuji chooses to be the one to break the uncomfortable silence after thinking that you’re taking too long to answer; which clearly seems like you won’t at all. 

you finally turn around to face him with a forced smile on your face, pretending not to hear what he professed beforehand. “i’m not sure, i uh.. kinda need to focus on my finals.”

yuuji knows that’s a blatant excuse and he’s not buying it. oftentimes he wonders if you have someone else you’d rather spend time with or if you’re meeting someone else after leaving his home. you’re attractive after all, there’s no way he’s the only one that keeps you company. the thought of a faceless stranger touching who he considers to be his fills him with rage and jealousy. 

“you’ve been here almost everyday and now you want to focus on your finals?” 

“you think i don’t have a life outside all this?” you roll your eyes at him before slipping into your shirt. “i wasn’t lying when i said–”

“i didn’t say you were.” 

“well, it seemed like it.” you chide and grab your bag on the floor and quickly walk away before the conversation can get heated up. “see ya.”

“so you’re just going to keep on getting your hole filled and then leave me like that?” he finally snaps from behind you, successfully stopping you from leaving.

you turn to glare at him, “isn’t that what it’s all about? don’t act like i’m the only one that’s on the receiving end here!” 

“you are! because you know what the difference is? it’s the fact that i fucking love you– i wasn’t using you, i’ve never thought of you as something to just get my dick wet.”

to hear him say that again makes you cringe. how can he make something out of what’s supposed to be meaningless?

“that’s too bad, then. i don’t know what you want me to say, yuuji. do you want me to lie and say that i love you? i guess i’m sorry if i led you on, but i’ve never seen us being more than what we are now.”

the air becomes even more suffocating as yuuji broods quietly from the bed. he’s in a total loss of words, but you’re aware that he’s angry and upset that his feelings aren’t reciprocated.

“i hope that clears things out.” you mutter and immediately abandon the male without sparing another glance or any hints about the possibility of meeting each other again. 

all you can think of is how you need to leave the place quickly and you’re completely oblivious of the trailing footsteps from behind you until a strong force tugs you by the wrist and drags you back into the same room. 

“yuuji– mmh–!” a large hand clamps your jaw before crashing his lips onto yours in a hasty and fervor kiss. he snatches your bag and throws it away as his tongue pushes through the barrier of your lips, greedily exploring your mouth even for the nth time before he rips off the fabric of your shirt, making you gasp into his mouth.

yuuji’s strong arms wrap securely around your waist while he leads you backwards to where his bed is situated without breaking the kiss. he finally draws away when you tumble onto the plush mattress and he immediately pins your wrists on each side of your head while one of his knees settles just below your core, keeping your thigh in between so you can’t use your legs to kick him. 

you try to break free from his grasp but it’s a pathetic attempt. dark, menacing eyes stare down at you beneath an unkempt mess of pink bangs while his grip tightens painfully to hold you still. “fuck. let go!” 

“you want to be a fucking whore, right? then, i bet you’ll love it when i treat you like one.” he growls, a low, rumbling noise that you feel in your bones. yuuji brings both wrists above your head and clutches them with one hand while the other pulls down your pants along with your underwear and gets his knee out of the way so he can fully strip you off. 

“and by the end of it, you’re gonna love me for it. why? because i’m the only one who can make you feel so much like who or what you actually are and i’m gonna do it all over again until you realize and tell me that you love me.”

7. Sasuke Uchiha - Protection

   Early morning dew clung to the sides of my black shoes, the blades of pine green grass brushing against my exposed toes tickled and the only relief I found in that moment was wiggling them. Trudging alongside me was Naruto, his arms were wrapped behind his head and he was frowning. I could tell he was tired and getting up early was never Naruto’s thing but the Prince that we were protecting was a complete morning person. Standing in front of us was Kakashi Sensei; Sakura and Sasuke were walking on the other side of the large carriage. Morning sunlight started peeking up above the trees creating a small amount of heat against my pale, cool skin. A loud yawn escaped from between Naruto’s lips as we started walking up a steep hill.  “How much further?” Naruto complained, eyes half shut.    “We just started walking, Naruto,” Sakura scolded from behind the Prince’s carriage. “I know!” Naruto yawned again, “but I’m tired.”  A small scoff sounded from Sasuke, and Naruto glared in his direction as if he could see through the carriage. I reached out and touched my blue eyed, knuckleheaded friend while shooting him a small grin. My smile seemed to help Naruto settle down as he continued walking with a smile now on his face. Four hours went by of continuous walking and my feet were starting to get tired, a small aching sensation pounded against the ball of my foot. I whined quietly, not wanting the others to hear, however, Kakashi Sensei’s superior hearing caught it as soon as it fluttered from my lungs.  “Prince Kichi,” he’s deep voice rumbled, “how about we rest and eat something?”  “Sounds like a lovely idea,” Prince Kichi hummed, “pull over.”  Everyone moved off of the path, pulling out their lunch to eat. I watched as Naruto made himself a quick bowl of instant ramen, smiling big as he waited for his noodles to steam up. I pulled out a bento box and started nibbling on some of the rice and other things I had packed, but really I was just enjoying not being on my feet. Lunch continued on for thirty minutes before we were up and stomping through the path once more. However, the happy trip didn’t last very long when my team and I noticed that there was a group of ninjas following us, hiding in the trees and leafy bushes. Naruto looked over at me with slanted eyes, my byakugan was activated and I held up five fingers indicating that there were five ninjas.   The five ninjas moved quickly amongst the green landscape, but I found myself laughing at the fact that they weren’t very good at sneaking around. That’s when my eyes widened as I noticed that another source of chakra flow was coming from beneath Kakashi Sensei. He didn’t seem to notice since he was more focused on the one moving beside him.  “Kakashi Sensei!” I yelled out, making him look at me, “move!”   Just as I warned him to get out of the way, the underground ninja slammed through the ground and latched onto Kakashi Sensei’s foot. He dragged Team 7’s leader into the ground up to his head before standing before all of us. Sasuke, Sakura, Naruto, and I stood between the rogue ninjas, who had joined the ninja who assaulted our Sensei, and Prince Kichi’s carriage. With my byakugan deactivated, I removed my kunai from my ninja pouch, the others following the same movement.  “Why don’t you four children step out of the way,” growled the leader, “we just want the prince.”  “If you want him, you’ll have to go through us,” Sasuke stated, a small smirk dancing across his lips, “now Kakashi, stop messing around.”  Kakashi Sensei bursted into a small amount of smoke and jumped down from a tree in front of us. Sakura squealed, “Kakashi Sensei!” Even though he wore a mask over his mouth, I could almost feel the smile on his face. Kakashi Sensei  looked at Sakura and I.  “Sakura, Akiko, guard the prince.”  “Right!” We said in unison. Naruto and Sasuke ran to join our sensei as the fight raged on. Sakura and I stayed behind guarding the prince as one of the rogues threw their kunai in our direction, his target obviously for the prince’s head as it slammed into the carriage, scraping his cheek. A small cry left Prince Kichi’s lips as he clasped his hand over the slightly bleeding cut. Sasuke turned around.  “Akiko! Behind you!” He yelled. I turned around and saw one of the ninjas charging at me. He started moving his hands to mimic symbols.  “Water Release: Water Cannon.”  His mouth pursed into a small circle as water came rushing out in quick, swift movements from his mouth. Steam hovered over the rocket of water. Sakura gasped, but I had to move quickly. My hands, with the speed of a jonin, created all the symbols needed for my move. The water was inching closer and closer.  “Ninja Arts: Barrier Seal Jutsu!”  Blue chakra from my body wrapped itself around the prince, Sakura, and I just as the gush of water slammed against it, bouncing off. The now hardened chakra protected the three of us from our enemies’ attack. I pulled the kunai from the carriage and charged at the male ninja still trying to penetrate my barrier. Unfortunately for him, the chakra barrier was impenetrable. His eyes widened as I ran towards him, his kunai ready in my small hands. “Damn brat!” He hissed angrily. He went to punch me when I jumped up, avoiding his fist just a bit. His eyes widened as I slammed my foot into the back of his head causing him to fall to the ground. I landed on my feet inside the barrier as he climbed to his wobbling feet. I turned to Sakura and held out my hand.  “Give me a paper bomb,” I said, earning a nod from her as she set the paper bomb in my hand.  I attached the slim piece of paper onto the borrowed kunai and smiled.  “Let me give you back your kunai,” I said softly, my delicate hand tossing the cool metal towards our attacker.   Since he was still a bit taken aback from the hit to the head, he didn’t realize that the kunai now had a paper bomb latched to it and as it hit the ground, the bomb went off, causing a massive explosion and a loud scream to echo from his mouth. Sakura cheered. Kakashi Sensei was taking on the leader and another ninja while Naruto and Sasuke were teaming up against a third one. However, one of the rogues was missing and before I could activate my byakugan to see where he was hiding, a metal chain wrapped itself around Sasuke and yanked him around. Sasuke screamed out in pain as he was slammed through two trees and right into a large boulder.  “Sasuke!” Sakura cried out. The young Uchiha was lying against the cold stone and the ninja used that to his advantage. His large, muddy hands rapidly formed a group of symbols together, an evil smile appearing on his face. Sasuke couldn’t move from his restraints. He was also badly injured, making it impossible for him to stand up and move.  “Earth Release: Stone Spear.” Kakashi Sensei wasn’t able to get away from his opponents to rescue Sasuke and Naruto was being held against his opponent’s chest firmly. Sakura was frozen in place and trembling, tears slipping from her widened sea foam green eyes. Her small hand covering her mouth as the spear hurtled it’s way towards our bound teammate.   Making the ultimate decision, I ran from my spot behind the chakra barrier and moved in front of Sasuke. Everything felt slow. Naruto’s screaming for me to get out of the way, the dark chuckling coming from our opponents, Sakura’s screams, Kakashi’s movements as he used his chidori to free himself to come to our aid. But I didn’t waver. My skinny frame slid in front of Sasuke just as the spear slammed into me, piercing my skin through my white long sleeve shirt. It was now lodged into my abdomen and a high-pitched yelp struck the air. As I was crumbling to the ground, Kakashi Sensei used his chidori striking the two ninjas and the one that had used the stone spear. The last ninja released Naruto and scampered off into the woods. My body collapsed to the ground and everything started moving at a normal speed once more. All the air in my lungs was thin, tiny pants were leaving my chapped lips as I tried to catch my breath, metallic blood hugged my tastebuds. I could even feel the blood from my abdomen soaking my white shirt and lavender, overall skirt. Sasuke, who’d freed himself from his confinements, ran over with the rest of team 7. Prince Kichi stood in the distance, still protected by the faltering barrier. Soon it would be gone while I continued to black out.  “Akiko,” Naruto croaked, tears whelming up in his eyes.  Kakashi Sensei had removed the stone spear from my body and pressed his hand strongly against my wound.  “It’s okay, Akiko,” Kakashi said, worry laced in his voice, “you’re going to be okay.”  My eyes fluttered until they were staring at Sasuke, who was staring at me with wide eyes. I coughed, a wheezing sound leaving my lips, and I looked back at Kakashi Sensei.  “K-Ka-Kakashi S-Sensei,” I stuttered. “Shh, shh,” he whispered, “it’ll be okay. I promise.”  “Why?” Sasuke rasped, tears now forming in his eyes, “why would you throw yourself in front of me like that, knowing you’d be killed?”  “Don’t say that!” Yelled Naruto, eyes searing with pain and anger, “she’s not going to die! I won’t let her!” Sasuke didn’t react to Naruto’s outburst. I blinked once, and it was a slow blink.  “B-because if I d-didn’t, you w-would have d-d-died. T-then how would y-you revive your c-clan.”  Pain slashed through my body and I screamed, the pressure from Kakashi Sensei’s hand causing a small ache to erupt. I started seeing stars, my eyes started fluttering as everything became fuzzy, my friends’ voices fading more and more. I watched Kakashi Sensei’s face as he stared at me with desperation. Then everything went black.

Heat. That’s what I felt as my eyes opened. I was greeted by the sight of twinkling stars and the soft crackling of fire. Every inch of my body was aching with terrible shutters of pain. Slowly, and carefully, I started moving again, noticing that a sleeping Naruto was curled up beside me, his cheeks stained with dry tears. I looked around and saw Sakura also sleeping close to the fire, her hands stained with blood. Finally, I looked at myself and noticed that I wasn’t wearing my overall skirt anymore, just my black shorts and white shirt, which was still ruined with crimson, red blood.   Sighing, I pulled myself up from my spot, wincing as pain shot through my like pellets. I whimpered as I turned around, wanting to move and stop the growing ache in my body.  “Akiko.”  I snapped my head up and saw Kakashi Sensei sitting against the tree, wondering how I had missed him when looking at Sakura and Naruto. I also noticed that his uniform was coated in my blood as well.  “Kakashi -” As soon as I started speaking, I started coughing.  He was quick to come to my side, handing me a canteen of water. The nice, soothing water coated my burning throat.  “How are you feeling?” He asked, his revealed eye illuminating concern and worry as he watched me struggle.  “I’m so sore,” I whimpered.   “Maybe you should be laying back down.”  Shaking my head, I noticed that I didn’t see Sasuke sleeping amongst the others.  “Where’s Sasuke?”   Kakashi Sensei pointed to the top of the cliff in the distance where Sasuke was sitting, staring at the night sky. Kakashi Sensei, who had his hand firmly on my back supporting me, gently pushed me in his direction. I smiled a small appreciative smile before realizing that I still needed to thank him for coming to my aid as quickly as he did. I engulfed my sensei into a warm hug.  “Thank you, Kakashi Sensei.”  “Of course, Akiko.”  Sasuke sensed I was coming before I even finished walking towards him, immediately coming to my side as he saw me hobbling towards him. The two of us sat down comfortably underneath the blinking sky. It took me a long time to catch my breath since I was still hurting. I could feel my bandages tightening around my stomach as I sat. Once my breathing was caught up, I turned to Sasuke and smiled.  “You okay?” I asked, realizing how stupid the question it was when I slipped out.  “Me?” He questioned, raising a single eyebrow, “you’re the one who was impaled.” I giggled, shuttering in pain, “guess you’re right. But you did get injured too when you were slammed around.”   Sasuke didn’t reply and worry started seeping through my skull, the feeling of him being angry at me for showing him up made me want to puke. However, Sasuke didn’t seem to care about that when he started speaking again.  “You’re an idiot,” he whispered, “throwing yourself into danger like that. What would Naruto do without you. Or hell, Sakura. What would… what would I do without you?”  His sudden outburst of emotion surprised me. He was never one to become emotional, and I not only felt surprised but happy that he trusted me enough to be this way toward me.  “What do you mean?” I asked.  “Akiko, you’re the only girl who doesn’t run around throwing herself at me to win my affection, my love, my attention. You’re the only girl who looks at me and wants to improve on your ninja skill rather than gawk at me. The only girl I’m willing to talk to and get to know. I never want to see you hurt like that again, especially for me. I want you to stand by Naruto’s side, reach your own goals…”  I stopped his talking by wrapping my arms around him, hugging his sulking form, and resting my weak head against his strong shoulder. His tense body relaxed and he wrapped his arms around me. We sat there for a few minutes enjoying the warmth of one another before I released him. His scent lingered in my nose for a few minutes.  “Sasuke, I care about you. You’re my friend and I couldn’t bear to watch you get hurt. I also couldn’t bear to watch Sakura lose the person she loves the most, even if her girly crush can get a bit annoying. I would do it again, if it meant protecting those I loved and cared about. Even you.”   A small smirk appeared on his face and he pulled me back into his grasp. He eventually pulled me into his lap and rested my head against his chest. I felt a small pink tint rush to my cheeks as I listened to Sasuke’s beating heart. It was slow and steady, the pace slowly relaxing me back to sleep. “Don’t get use to this,” he whispered, “I’m only doing this because I was the reason you got hurt.”  A gentle giggle left my lips. It was a complete lie and I knew it. He even knew.  “And next time, I’ll save you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, but I didn’t get enough time to react as another wave of sleep hit me. Soon I was snoozing right in Sasuke’s chest listening to the small pitter patter of his heart.

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71. “Ah—ah! Oh god you feel so good, so good, fuck, fuck—marry me!”

“Ah—ah! Oh god you feel so good, so good, fuck, fuck—marry me!”

You can hardly keep track of the words spilling from your mouth

It’s only when Sully stops mid-thrust, tilting his head, that some semblance of coherence returns to you

“What’d you say?”

There’s something like a coy grin playing at his lips

Your chest is heaving with every labored breath, your heart pounding, your throat raw from every loud cry that’d escaped you

“W-what?”

Your voice is a needy whine as your hips squirm from their own volition beneath him

You need him to keep going—you can’t think straight, you just want more

You must look visibly dazed, judging by the way he chuckles

He slowly pushes the entirety of his throbbing length the remaining few inches in—just to watch the way you squirm beneath him

“What did you say, Princess?“ he patiently repeats himself, fingers grasping at your jaw so that he can force you to maintain eye contact

Your thoughts race, trying to recall what you’d said in that mess of scrambled moans

You feel like you’re just at the cusp of remembering, when his cock suddenly twitches inside your velvety walls, and all you can manage is a quiet, desperate little moan

He snickers

“God, such a cute little thing when you’re clenching around my cock,” he hums, “But I asked you a question, Princess. You wanna answer me? Or am I gonna have to fuck it out of you again?”

His threat resonates through your body, sending another surge of arousal down your core

He groans, eyes fluttering close as he savors your tight cunt with a few rolls of his hips

Your mind is blank

All you can think about is how you don’t want him to stop

You need more

“S-Sully, I don’t know—j-just—please—please don’t stop fucking me~”

That grin returns to his face—but there’s a sadistic edge to it this time

“Gonna make me fuck it out of you again? That’s alright, we’ve got all night, Princess~”

Death At The Hands Of A God Pt. 2

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you’re resurrected after being killed (by Venti), not really angst but not really comfort or fluff either

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Death was not as dark or empty as you had come to expect…

Was this death? Or maybe something in between—

Yes, that seemed like a better way to describe what you were experiencing, something in between real and unreal, existence and nothingness.

You couldn’t think, see, feel, anything, as if you were simply a disembodied form of consciousness, waiting.

For what?

You didn’t possess that answer, nor the ability to even contemplate the question. If you had the ability to think, you would have wondered briefly if this was what the characters you played as experienced when falling in battle, a void detached from both time and space.

This state of mere existence didn’t last long, or, perhaps, it did. Perhaps it lasted many lifetimes, eons upon eons. It’s not as if you would have recognized the difference, no different than how time passed when asleep.

You were pulled passively away, out of that void which welcomed you so, called for you, urged you to stay in its own impartial way. A call you didn’t have the ability to respond to, as it simply wasn’t your choice.

When you opened your eyes again you were met with something unfamiliar, the only hint of recollection stemming from a strong sense of déjà vu and nothing more.

It took you a moment to regain a sense of thought, of consciousness, remember that you were, in fact, an organic being even capable of having thoughts.

You blinked gently, taking in the scene before you, the soft breeze and wide planes spanning on for miles, the sparsely scattered trees, and the brief reflection of a river. You recognized it, in a way, and something in the back of your mind screamed that you were in danger, as if your subconscious knew of what your conscious self was trying so hard to remember.

It took but a second to move your head downward, your eyes finding themselves looking upon a kneeling form that seemed rather unaware of your presence, despite being directly beneath you. It took another moment for your brain to process what exactly you were seeing and why you felt so stricken with terror.

Oh.

Oh god.

As if having the air forcibly removed from your lungs, you felt the world around you collapse, instinctually bringing your hands up to your own throat where you last remembered feeling anything at all.

The sharp inhale is what caught his attention, what caused the previously silent archon, you had come to recognize as no other than your murderer, to raise his head in an unsure movement of fear and hope.

It was you, oh god, it was you.

The weight of every conceivable emotion that tangibly existed ran through his body, only an underlying inkling of self-restraint stopped him from lunging at your feet. He had been praying to you before your sudden appearance, begging for forgiveness, and what else could this be?

It had been only a month since your “passing”, and Venti found himself engaging in ritualistic prayer every day since. It was the only thing that kept him sane with his past actions weighing on him constantly, a way to remind himself that you were still alive in spirit. While your mortal shell may be gone, the essence of the almighty creator would forever linger. It was only during these moments of prayer that Venti felt any semblance of the freedom he lost, the freedom he mourned, so he could pretend, if only for a moment, that everything was no different than how it was before that night.

The month had been the purest form of heavenly torture, and no amount of alcohol or sleep could distract him long enough to even pretend that all was well. His presence all but disappeared from the face of Teyvat, as he simply spent more time staring at one of your many shrines than breathing most days. The death of the creator, the murderer of an eternal god, a curse he alone had to bear the knowledge of.

His restraint broke quickly as you seemed to stumble backwards, creating more distance between the two of you than he was comfortable with.

“Your grace.”

Felling your title on his tongue, feeling how it passed through his lips, he dreamed nightly of this moment, when he was able to dream of anything other than you so gracefully falling and the golden essence that seeped from your form where his arrow pierced it.

“You.”

His heart fell, dropped down into his stomach, and shattered.

“You grace I—, I…”

Despite his seemingly endless internal thesaurus, the bards’ mind drew a blank on what to say next.

What could be said? Was this not forgiveness? Was it not your will to grace him again with your presence after an agonizing month alone?

He didn’t know you, not really, not personally. All he could attribute you to was the subtle feeling in the back of his mind, the strange whisper helping to guide his choices, the feeling of being watched over, before his mistake that is.

He knew of your legend, too. All the thousands of songs composed in your honor by heart, the unrelenting chattering of people carried by the wind when your name graced their lips. Every short story and unprovable myth about your existence prior, your power of creation and how you passed that power down to the mortals you created.

He knew the idea of you, no different than how his people knew the idea of Barbatos, though never truly him. Yet, as he looked upon you, past the fear, past your human vessel, there was a sense of deep familiarity that rang out and flooded his senses. A feeling that made him want nothing more than to simply know you, know everything unspoken and hidden beneath the layers of divinity, stay with you always and cherish every new piece of information, no matter how miniscule.

You glanced quickly to the left, thinking very carefully about simply making a run for it, wondering how much time you’d have before he could draw his bow and why he hadn’t done so yet. Your body froze slightly at the thought, flashes of your prior life running through your mind and the unbridled fear they brought.

Venti seemed to pick up on your train of thought and couldn’t stop himself from jumping into action at even the notion of more space being forced between you.

“I’m so so so sorry. I know I can’t begin to repent, but please. I took care of the offender! You don’t have to worry about them now—”

While rambling, Venti was inching ever closer to where you stood, trying to get close enough to safely grab on to any part of you and never let go. If he could just touch you, just secure the fact in his mind that you were alive.

Your mind was spinning with all the information, still not working at full capacity, muddled and hazy.

“Offender?” Was all you managed to choke out, wondering briefly if he was referring to your past life.

His face paled slightly at your tone. Did you really, truly not know the reason he was forced to—?

“The one in your throne, the one who took your place… The one who— who ordered your… death.”

It hurt him to say the word, physically pained him, as if it was a blade caught in his throat, a harsh reminder of his transgressions.

“I— what?”

Venti had made it close enough to wrap his arms around your legs, clinging on for dear life as he reviled in feeling you, prepared to take any blows from your hand if only to stay there, it wasn’t as if he didn’t deserve it, and it would be blasphemy to deny anything you were gracious enough to give him.

You jumped at the sudden contact, but it was obvious he meant you no harm, though, that fact was particularly hard to convince your mind as it screamed at you to run away from the offender.

For a brief moment, the Venti you knew flashed in your mind as you felt his hands gripping the fabric of your clothes, clouded your vision with how often you used to admire him, back when this was all nothing more than a game. Just a simple game. The concept felt so foreign now.

You shifted your weight slightly and felt him hold on tighter. It took you a moment to realize he was crying, silent tears adorning his soft features.

What could you do? Was it even humanly possible to forgive something of this nature? Had any other being ever been faced with making this choice?

You had to clear your mind, ignore everything around you and focus on what you now knew. This was real, you were some figure of importance— or at the very least looked similar to one, and your death was ordered by someone who had control of even the gods of this world.

You looked down again at him, how he looked so desperate and utterly heartbroken, how he really believed himself to be the bearer of the ultimate transgression.

Without thinking, you moved your hand to his face, brushing your fingertips against the flushed skin, damp with tears. His eyes opened at your touch as he looked up at you, his hands moving from around your leg to your hand, grasping it tight as he held it to his face. This was certainly an odd form of comfort, if it could even be called that, but any touch from you was nothing but divine bliss for him.

Venti mumbled things against your skin now as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing again, as if in prayer. He spoke breathy promises of love, devotion, and repentance, of an infinity without pain or sorrow under his watch, how he’d spend his entire immortal life by your side if you’d allow it, making up for his grave sin.

The few words you caught only led to a growing concern. This wasn’t the carefree and playful bard you knew, nor was it the caring but serious god who loved his nation, this was something else entirely, something desperate and zealous, something dangerous…

You started to wonder how long it would take for you to regret your inevitable resurrection when faced with an immortal god who would not live to see you part from him again…

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•Now that it's been one month since luffy claimed your body, his fixation has only seemed to get worse, always finding excuses to touch your body every chance he gets.•

Cw: oral fixation, pussy slapping, ass slapping, dirty talk, pretty gross smut, y/n usage luffy is a pervert, ooc luffy sorta?

It's been a month since that time you've stopped at the bath house. It's been a roller coaster ride ever since then.

Ever since you came back onto the ship from that resort with an bubbly luffy skipping besides you.

You found your crew suspiciously all to be found back on the ship. They were not there when you left that's for sure, didn't they said they had errands to run? So why are they laughing and drinking??

You squinted your eyes in thought, they didn't set you up did they. No they couldn't have must have been an coincidence!

They knew how obsessed their cheeky little captain was about you, they did everything in their power to make sure that their captain was happy, it's not like they had the power to stop luffy anyways.

If their captain wanted to check up on their journalist to make sure she was okay then they helped him out! It's what crew mates do after all!

Ever since now being with luffy glued to your hip you didn't know how obsessed this man was with putting things in his mouth.

At first you thought it was a phase or something but then you slowly started to think other wise.

He'd always whine and ask you to kiss him, any time of the day it didn't matter when.

He'd messily kiss you grabbing your cheeks with one hand, shoving his tounge down your throat he moaned into your mouth feeling the way his tounge would touch every inch of your mouth, making drool escape the sides of your mouth.

He'd pull on your lips with his teeth before pulling away licking his lips happily before thanking you.

Leaving you blinkly dumbly in confusion.

Or you couldn't forget how he would pull his head onto your lap rubbing his greedy hands on your plush thighs begging you to let him eat your pussy, and sit on his face.

He'd stare up at you with pouty lips.

"Pleaseee y/n just one taste please can I can I?!"

He'd cry and whine forever, but you always gave in and when you did give in he'd messily eat you out for hours enjoying the way your body twitched and moved with each stroke of his tounge.

He's watch in awe how your pink pussy hole squirted out juices for the fourth time that night.

Your body and mind completely spent he stared down at your abused pussy poking your clit curiously as it continued to twitch and throb every so often making your legs twitch.

To say he was mesmerized by your cunt was an understatement.

...

Though as it may your luck has finally ran its course, believe it or not luffy wasn't trying to be mean and touch you he was trying his hardest to fight it!

His hands sometimes just slips, he can't help the fact that eveytime you managed to do something or anything his poor dick gets hard in his pants:((

He would groan in frustration, this was worst than him being hungry all the time now he has to worry about feeding his dick some pussy twenty four seven!

His mouth would salivate at the thought of sinking his tounge down your pussy again his eyes rolling back in his head remembering the taste, drool running down his mouth.

The worst thing of all.

He hated how when you would kick an enemy he'd catch a glimpse of your fat pussy lips tight against your pink panties from underneath your flowy short skirt.

Or how when you would stand your ground then suddenly run landing a punch how he hated the way your breasts would move in attempts to escape your prison of a shirt what a lowlife pervert.

Oh how he would want to release your boobs from their jail cells anytime.

...

He'd remember the way you'd cling onto his back as be he pounded into your sopping cunt while fucking you standing up, moaning helplessly as he didn't let up.

He couldn't resist how you approached him telling he did a good job with kicking the enemies asses that day, he couldn't focus on your complements already thinking of a million ways to have you scream and cum on his cock, so he happily grabbed you by your wrists and found a nice spot to fuck you nice and raw:)

The sounds of your wet pussy filled the room his hips roughly slapping up against your ass making it embarrassingly loud slapping noises, you whimpered out cheeks burned hoping no one could hear.

"Wow hear that your really wet! Shishi"

He'd laugh, feeling the way your gummy walls trapped his sore dick into your hole keeping him there, he'd groan brows furrowing, roughly pulling out then slamming back in again desperately once again.

...

He shook his head snapping out of his dark thoughts.

His brows furrowed, now remembering now that he thought about it, didnt he tell you to get rid of those damn clothes and yet, you still wore them? No wonder he can't help but get excited everytime he takes a glimpse of your- ehem

Don't you know how hard it is not to touch you, yet he does it anyway.

Welp I guess he found another excuse to empty his balls inside of your hole.

...

He roughly slammed you down against the table that you and your crew usually eat on.

You saw his brows furrowed making creases in his forehead. You didn't miss the way his lips created a thin line, what did you do to piss him off again? You thought to yourself.

"L-luffy, what's wrong w-"

You got interrupted by a breathy chuckle.

"Thought I told you to get rid of these clothes baby? What are you doin hm? Tryna tease me again?"

You honestly don't know what happened, you were writing down notes in the kitchen, you told sanji that you had a few ideas and a way to document his finest dishes making sure everyone knows who serves the first food on this ship!

You happily looked over his cookbook notes not noticing a certain rubber boy entering, he was originally gonna sneak in and grab him some meat but that thought vanished when he saw the way your hips shaked happily writing down notes, you hummed to yourself moving your head side to side.

The way his eyes glued onto the way your plush ass would give him a tiny peak through your teasing fabric, his brows furrowed in anger, what are you doing in here teasing him like this.

He clenched his fists walking over to you he roughly grabbed your hand.

...

And this is where you end up.

He forced your leg up onto his shoulders as he rubbed your tummy up and down giving you a smile that didn't match his eyes.

Yep he's pissed.

"I-Im sorry lu! I simply forgot about that!"

He grunted squeezing your thigh hard before slapping your ass.

"You forgot huh?"

He roughly grabbed your hips pushing his clothed cock against your wet panties, roughly thrusting up against it making you yelp.

"Heh you must be loving it making me hard like this, don't cha baby?"

You shook your head no rapidly.

"Oh? If you don't then why are you showin' ya ass so anyone can walk in and see?"

He forcefully ripped open your panties, the sudden air making your clit throb in need.

You tried to protest against his words but your voice got lost in your throat.

He smiled looking down at your pussy he lazily started playing with your clit with his thumb.

"Shishi Look, she likes it when I play with her see how happy she is to see me!"

He smiled eagerly.

He flicked your clit playfully making your pussy pour out more slick.

He laughed again, your pussy only proving his point.

As he put a finger in slowly admiring the way your hole clenched around his thick finger, his eyes became half lidded as he watched intensly at the way your hole fluttered around his digits.

He felt his mouth salivate as drool escaped his mouth, he whispered out a low dammit

He sank between your legs, he took a big inhale groaning at your natural smell, making his dick jump in his pants.

He pulled your hips impossibly closer to his face as he licked your entire pussy, flatteing his tounge and licking every surface of your folds.

He knew every inch of your body knowing what makes you tick or not, he didn't need experience to know his instincts told him what felt right.

And right now his instincts told him to slap your pussy, he detached his mouth from your sensitive pussy and he played with your clit of a bit before slapping your clit, harshly.

You screamed out back nearly arching off the table as he saw your pussy force out cream at his assault.

He continued to slap your pussy enjoying the way your eyes would flutter to stay open, as they rolled back into your head. Or the way your jaw would slack. Your plump lips making an o shape as he happily toyed with your cunny.

Laughing loudly at you.

"You like it when I slap this pussy don'tcha?"

You nodded your head yes shamelessly.

He gave you a big smile.

"Ya look so cute baby!"

He'd tease before roughly slapping your pussy again making your hole gush more cream, making you cry out.

He smiled wickedly before licking his fingers and lips at your taste.

Deciding it was enough, he pulled out his painfully hard cock, he let out a breath of reilef at the feeling of his dick finally being free.

The force of him pulling down his pants made his dick slap up against his toned torso, the sight only making your pussy throb.

You weakly touched his cock head rubbing up against your wet pussy, catching him off guard he groaned and slapped your hand away.

He gripped your face, squeezing your cheeks together making your lips cutely poke out.

"You think you deserve my dick dontcha? After I told you not to wear those clothes you gonna be a good lil journalist and not tease me again?"

You nodded your head frantically.

"Y-yes please I'll throw them away just please!"

His smiled widened.

He let go of your face and put all his body weight on you yanking your leg up by your thighs, without warning he plowed into your hole.

His thrusts were rough and deep, he pushed his body weight into his thusts his cock head abusing your cervix.

"F-fucckk so tight can't stop mmmnn!"

His hips never slowing down as he continued to abuse your g-spot, your legs shook and you grabbed his dark locs shoving his face in your neck.

He sucked on your neck, moaning and groaning dirty words into your ear making your brows furrow and your stomach do butterflies.

"Love fucking this pussy soo so much!"

He started blabbling becoming drunk on your sweet cunny.

"Tell me it's mine tell me I can have it whenever I want please~ y/nn!"

You couldn't even respond back as you were almost to far gone to respond tears streaming down your face tounge threatening to fall out.

"Tell me it's mine! this is my pussy its mine!!"

With each word he put full force into his thrusts.

"AHhh yes its yours Luffy!!!"

He roughly slapped your ass his hips starting to get uneven and his moans getting choppy.

"Ahh I'm gonna cum!"

You looked up at his face, noticing the way he stared down at you his brows sweaty eyes glazed over, his brows furrowed, as his eyes began to roll back into his head his jaw becoming slack not missing the way more drool slipped from the corner of his mouth get again.

He pulled off of you grabbing your hips and slamming you down on his dick hard, he let out a drawn out groanp, his hips stopping then studdering riding out his high as his balls kept emptying themselves inside your hole.

His hands on your hips remained firm until he finally came down on his high.

Watching the way he slid out of you, your shared cum dripping onto the table and down the floor from your hole.

He let out a sigh mixed with a chuckle.

He combed his hands through his hair. He mumbled deep beneath his breath.

Mine

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The next day you went shopping with luffy and found yourself a cute sundress that stopped at your calves.

You thew out the old clothes that your captain instructed.

He looked down at you admiring the fabric touching and groping your ass and waist.

You shifted uncomfortably.

"What? Just making sure it fits ya!"

He laughed before slowly bending down to your level.

He whispered in your ear.

"Gotta make sure there's easy access to my pussy don't I?"

...

Truth be told he was always gonna touch what was his, he just didn't need other enemies taking a glance at his secret addiction.

Now nothing can stand in the way of him claiming your hole everyday without worrying about being a slut to anyone else but him!❤️

I can write about him all day