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babygirl-riley · 9 months

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Lights

Simon used to love Christmas that led to hate that led to love once more.

A/N: Merry Christmas you guys!!! ❤️💚Here is the angsty family fluff you all love 🖤 And I KNOW i’m on a Sleeping At Last kick BUT some of things just match alright? 😭

“Takes violent things, angry things…and makes them kind.”

Warnings: angst, mentions of childhood trauma, violance, blood, fluff, dad!simon, soft!simon, husband!simon

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“Ya ever think we will have a normal Christmas Tommy?” Simon whispered as Simon gathered the make shift tiny ornaments and tiny lights.

Tommy pulled a small tree that he stole from the closets market. Simon saw that all the other kids were having these lights and decorations in their homes. They talked about it all at school. However, their house didn’t. So when Simon told Tommy about it, of course Tommy told Simon to secretly make things. So when Santa sees that they made them they would get presents.

In the Riley home Christmas was never a thing while dad was around. Only one year that it happened and only year that it happened. Never was it jolly or good. Dad would drink and drink while Simon and Tommy would open presents while be yelled at saying; “You don’t deserve ‘em.” “Ya both been naughty.” “Remember who truly bought ‘em toys.”

It wasn’t until now that Simon liked Christmas. Tommy would make sure that there would be something related to it. Always in secret. “One day but this is our little fun Christmas. They other kids don’t make theirs.”

Simon shot his eyes up at his brother. “Really?”

“Yep,” He placed the tree in the middle of them in the small closet. They both wrapped the tiny thing wire with the lights on around the tree. “They might have bigger things but this is way better Si.”

Both of them took turns on the little paper or plastic ornaments. Laughing at some that Simon drew or what Tommy bunched up. “Ready?” Tommy whispered, Simon nodded waiting oh so patiently. Tommy plugged the small lights in and a tiny white glow came from the tree.

Simon started at the lights, always he loved how they would glow. “Wow.” He whispered and looked at Tommy.

Tommy smiled as he watched Simon hand over a small present to Joseph. With their dad gone they were able to be open with Christmas. Their mom mentioning that it was time to have a good Christmas. Joseph gasped in excitement to have the new train set that he wanted.

Tommy looked at Simon who shrugged as the little kid ran to hug him. The night was smooth and nice as they all gathered around to eat dinner. “Uncle Simon what’s your favorite thing about Christmas?” Joseph asked smiling has he stuffed his face with a roll.

Simon smiled and looked over at the tree lights. “The lights, all of ‘em.”

“Lights,” Joseph asked looking at the tree “Why?”

Simon looked at Tommy and smiled. “They’r pretty is all, huh Tommy?”

Tommy laughed as he shook his head. “Always brother.”

Simon’s heart raced not in excitement for the holiday as in fear. He remembered what the bastard said about his family and he had to get to them before it was too late. His car parked in front of the home with the red and green lights on the roof. Snow on the ground. The chill running down his spine with the cool air hitting him.

He shoved the door open, seeing the lights around the house. Some decorations scattered. Something was wrong, house lights were off and things were a miss. Simon shakily sighed as he walked into the horror.

Simon knelt beside his family, the blood staining his jeans. The door left open as the snowy breeze passes through. It was darkness besides the lights the illuminated the room. Showed the bloody scene of his family.

Simon couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, he looked at the lights and glared. He had to disappear, burned everything to the ground including the lights that he loved so dear. Leaving it all behind.

You knew Simon hated Christmas so you would make sure to have a good evening with nothing around related to it. Even though Simon would tell you it was fine to have decorations and everything. Your agreed to have one thing in the house related to Christmas and it was lights.

One light wrapping the room against the wall. That was it. Simon would avoid it as much as he could. He hated lights. He hated Christmas. Anytime he saw them he saw Tommy. A haunted memory for him to live over and over again. He never told you until 2 years into the relationship of why he hated Christmas.

Your heart broke as you held him and cried. Not for yourself no for the fact that someone would do that to him to the people he loved. “I wan’ to try to but…” Simon stopped looking away, he never was good with complicated emotions. He didn’t want you to stop your traditions with your family.

“It never ruined my Christmas spirit. Always celebrated somewhere else. And that’s okay.” You whispered grabbing his hand.

Simon frowned and looked away. “Neat year I’ll go to your family’s party yeah?”

You nodded as you picked his hand up to kiss his knuckles. The year went by and he kept his promise. While driving there you noticed the way his hand was shaking on your leg. Tapping your thigh. “We can turn around. Say I have the runs.” You joked gently grabbing his hand.

Simon chuckled. “No darling, I promised.”

It was a bit overwhelming for him at first. Your parents hugging him and seeing all the decorations almost put him on a spiral. Until your niece ran up. “Ya here! Uncle Simon will you help me with the gingerbread contest!”

It not only took you by surprise but him. He nodded as he looked back at you with the little girl guiding him to the table. That year their house was the best. Simon made sure that this house would be the only cool one than all the other ones. He took it personally to help your niece.

After that he came every year, slowly you saw happiness form around him. He would help bring a tree into your home. Decorate with you. Piece by piece you saw the man that hated Christmas learn to love it. Even when you became pregnant he made sure that the house would have Christmas.

Your children loved Christmas have the tradition of making small Christmas trees having them in their own rooms. Help decorate the big one in the house. One night Simon and you finally were able to go to bed after setting up that Santa came. He heard a small noise that shot him up.

Thinking it was someone in the home that wasn’t suppose to be there. He stumbled with his three girls. Millie looked as gasped as she sat in front of the tree, followed by Allison, who had Tessa in her arms. “Tessa, you have to be quiet.” Allison whispered as she cooed little loud.

“Dad wakes up he might think we are stealing,” Millie giggled and Millie too as they looked up at the tree. “Should we take our stockings?”

“That would be stealing,” the girls gasped as they turned to see Simon. They all looked at each other but Tessa who was signaling to be picked up. “What are ya all doin’ up?”

“Just seeing if we can catch Santa.” Millie commented looking over at the cookies.

Millie knew of Santa but promised she would play along until the other two knew about him. Simon and you appreciated it as it was important to you two. “I see, did he?”

As Simon picked Tessa up, Allison popped up and grabbed the plate of cookies. “Yes daddy look!”

Simon smiled and looked around. “Ya think he still here?”

Millie chuckled and looked down at Allison. “No he took the bite out of the cookie.” She said placing it back on the small table. “Can we see what we got?”

“Well that would have to wait until tomorrow pretty sure mum wants to see too.” Simon said lowering his hand to Allison.

“Wait, I want to look at the lights longer.” Millie said going to sit back down.

Simon nodded and Millie followed as they both sat down. The girls and Simon sat in front of the tree looking at the lights in the tree. “Daddy lights are my favorite, I really liked the color ones that we went to last time.”

“Same especially the white lights that were shaped as a deer.” Millie comment looking at Simon.

Simon looked at both of them and back at the tree. “The deer was my favorite too, even all the colors that were around.”

“Ohhh like the rainbow bridge!” Millie giggled.

Simon nodded and laughed a bit holding Tessa tighter. “Yeah the rainbow bridge.”

They sat there for a few more minutes before Simon looked at Allison who was falling asleep on his shoulder. He looked at Millie. “Will you carry Tess and I can grab Alls.”

Millie nodded as she gently grabbed the baby. Simon grabbed Allison and carried her bridal style holding her head close to his chest. Millie went to Tessa’s room and Simon went into Allison’s. Before they both went into their rooms Millie turned to him.

“Thank you dad for Christmas.” Millie said smiling at him.

Simon could feel his heart swell with so much love and pride. Simon used to be afraid of Christmas to love to hate to now love again. All because of this family. His family. Simon was so happy that he was able to give the girls a proper Christmas, that was filled with joy. It could still be something to mourn but he always now has something to be comforted with.

Simon smiled as placed a kiss on her head. “Ya welcome princess.”

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c-e-mcgill · 2 years

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synnamonroll666 · 11 months

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Crimson Eyes Of Desire

Prompt 31: Monster Fucking Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Worried after waking up to find that your husband's side of the bed was empty, you go on a search around your house to find him. Eventually, you find him outside, drenched in sweat and acting distance. He is hesitant to tell you what's wrong, but after a bit of prying, you finally learn the shocking truth... Warnings: Monster Fucking, Teratophilia, Hemipenes, Slight Claustrophobia Kink, Slight Dumbification, Mention Of Oviposition, Voice Kink, Biting, Marking, Acid Burns, Blood, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Breeding, Syzoth In Heat And Needs Some Help From His Loving Wife... Word Count: 4k A/N: Well, holy fuck! We did it! 😂 I did not think I would make it through the entire prompt list when starting Kinktober, but here we are! I honestly couldn't have done it without all of your support. I really appreciate it. I hope you have enjoyed Kinktober from me, and if any of you want part two of any of these fics, let me know. I already have ideas for more in the future. 🤭 Anyway, I wanted to make this last prompt special, so I went all out. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy Halloween, friends! 💚🖤💚🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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In my slumber, I brushed my hand against the mattress beside me to feel for my husband. But surprisingly, I found nothing. The feeling of the empty space next to me on the bed jolted me awake. Confused by this—since Syzoth would always stay by my side while I slept—I got up and began checking each room of our house for him.

I first went to the bathroom, assuming that he most likely had to use it and snuck off because he was too embarrassed to let me know. I knocked a few times and received no answer. Sighing, I opened the door in hopes he was in there. But my suspicion was shot down when I found an empty room before me.

Then I went to the kitchen, figuring that he needed a mid-night snack. Again, I found nothing—not even a crumb that would tell me he had been there for that very reason. Now very concerned about my lover, I began checking every room frantically, worried that something had happened to him.

Shocked to find no trace of Syzoth, my last option was outside. I put on my robe and slowly opened the front door. I wasn't the biggest fan of going outside at night, but I had to make sure that Syzoth was okay. I stood on the front porch and listened for any signs of his presence. Other than the sound of a light breeze brushing through the branches of trees and an owl in the distance, everything was fairly quiet. That was until I heard the rustling of a nearby bush.

Slowly, I left the safety of our porch and approached the bush before me. I knew it was risky, but I had to know if it was him. I was careful not to step on any branches as I walked through our yard, leaving the only sound I produced to be my slippers dragging along the grass. Finally, I rounded the bush to find Syzoth. I was relieved... For a moment...

Then I noticed how flushed and sweaty his skin was. He clearly knew of my presence, but refused to look in my direction.

"Do not come any closer!" He warned in a tone that sounded more like an animalistic growl than anything.

"Syzoth," I spoke as softly and calmly as I possibly could to sooth my husband of whatever had been troubling him. "What's wrong?"

I took another step towards him, and he quickly shifted away from me. I instantly took notice of how his breathing grew heavier as he did so, and I quickly became more concerned about his well-being.

"I-I told you to stay away!" He yelled through clenched teeth, his body growing even more visibly tense by the second.

His tone shocked me, but there was something in it that sounded like he felt guilty for treating me in such a way. Syzoth was usually a very calm and down-to-earth person, not like this—not with me. As much as he protested, I came forward and slowly—like I was trying not to scare off a frightened, wild animal—kneeled beside him. He turned himself away from me and hugged his knees to his chest as his body began to tremble violently. It was almost like... He was afraid?

"Syzoth, I am your wife!" I reminded him in a firm manner. "Now you need to tell me what's wrong!"

He heaved a deep sigh as his body tensed due to my close presence. Despite wanting so badly to know why my husband was acting so differently towards me, I let him take his time. He was clearly struggling to even function at the moment, let alone talk about it.

"T-T-There is something I never told you." He stammered in so quietly that it was almost inaudible, like he was about to share a secret with me. It almost sounded as if he was about to cry. "I feared it might have scared you away."

"Well, what is it?" I pried, and he went silent for a moment, as if he didn't trust his voice to speak.

"In Zaterran culture, we are known to... Mate with our lovers." He explained cautiously. "There is a lengthy courting process that we have never finished, which leads to a mating ritual we do to seal our bond for good. And right now, I'm..."

"What?"

"I'm in heat... And I really need to finish that mating ritual now..." He admitted timidly, looking back at me for the first time. I was shocked to see his pupils so dilated that those beautiful lime-green eyes—which I adored so much—were almost completely swallowed up by the two black holes, which led right to his soul and showed me his hunger. This man was clearly starving for some much-needed attention.

"O-Ok," I stuttered while looking up at him through my lashes in a shy manner. I could feel my cheeks burn with a sudden heat of desire, and I swallowed thickly before muttering my next choice of words. "H-How do you... Mate?"

The Zaterran seemed too ashamed of his needs to speak for a moment, his lips pursing in a thin line as he contemplated the next words to come out of his mouth. He lowered his head, his eyes averting mine as his shoulders dropped in defeat. Then he exhaled deeply to prepare himself for what he was about to tell me.

"Well, I will start by transforming into my natural form." He froze for a minute, his eyes examining me to see if I was comfortable with what he was saying. Once he was sure that I seemed okay, he continued explaining. "Then I will begin rubbing myself against you to mark my scent on you. After that, I will enter you and begin breeding you. It will be a long process, but an enjoyable one. Once I finally reach my limit, I will proceed to fill you with my seed to impregnate you with my young."

A thousand thoughts fell into my mind at once, like a hail storm. I placed two fingers on each of my temples, rubbing them in slow and circular movements. It was a lot to take in—almost too much—but Syzoth needed this. So how could I deny my husband of it?

"This... Is a lot to take in..." I huffed a short laugh to tame the awkward aura that had fallen between us. "However, I'll be willing to do this... For you."

"Really? You're not uncomfortable with—with making love to my natural form?" He asked while glancing back at me with wide eyes, evidently astonished by my declaration.

"Of course not, Syzoth." Smiling reassuringly, I placed my hand on his clammy one. "I love you—all of you."

The worry in my husband's eyes melted away with pure love as he squeezed my hand tightly, soon leading me back into the house. Once we returned to our bedroom, we wasted no time and got fully undressed. He asked me to remove my own clothes, since if he were to do it for me, he could lose all control and rip them to shreds.

Did that make me even more nervous for what was to come? Yes. But I would try to be strong for him—I would endure all he would give me. The wild hunger in his eyes was growing by the second as we came closer and closer to starting the ritual. He took a step forward, stalking towards me like a predator hunting its prey.

"W-What about a safe word?" I suggested nervously, and he stopped in his tracks, raising an intrigued brow.

"A safe word?" He parroted as an amused smirk toyed on his lips.

"Yeah! It's something someone says during sex, so their lover knows that they have had too much." I explained, getting quite into the idea of it. Any other day, we would not need to have such an odd rule during our love-making. However, Syzoth was in a very wild state—one that would make it difficult for him to control himself. This was the only thing that somewhat calmed my nerves because I knew that Syzoth would stop at the quietest mutter of the chosen word.

He merely chuckled at the suggestion but nodded his head to show that I had been heard. "And what would your safe word be?"

I thought for a moment before the perfect word struck me. "Umm, mercy?"

"Mercy?" He laughed almost mockingly. "You would want me to grant mercy on you if things get too rough?"

"It's the best I got, ok?" I scoffed, my arms folding across my chest as my lips formed a pout.

"Okay, okay." His laughter finally died down into words. "Mercy it is."

Now that that was clarified, that raw craving for me was clear in his eyes again. He took another step closer; his muscles rippled as his clothing strained to contain his broad chest. It was like he was filled with so much arousal that he was growing larger. Perhaps that was a Zaterran thing.

"So beautiful..." He growled lowly, his voice filled with a primal longing and hunger. Once he stood right in front of me—his tall form towering over my own to make me feel small and vulnerable—he then leaned into me closely, his body pressing into mine in a dominant way. His voice was so quiet that it was almost inaudible, but still somehow clear as water. "I'm going to make you mine."

An almost hypnotic sense of seduction and lust filled the words he spoke. For a moment, it felt as if my body was being caressed not just by Syzoth but also by his words themselves.

Being lulled into this moment of intoxicating seduction, I almost didn't even notice it when he changed into his natural form. It wasn't like I hadn't seen it before; when we were alone, he always transformed into it to loung around the house or in our backyard to soak up the rays of sun through his scales. But still, Syzoth was full of surprises. I realized this when I glanced down to discover that reptiles and humans were more different from each other than I thought.

"Two?! You have two?!" I shrieked, stumbling backwards as my mind grew way too overstimulated with all this new information it was receiving about my husband. My eyes were now glued to these two, long beasts of cocks before me. I couldn't believe it—they looked so unreal. Thick and veiny with knots on both heads, along with sharp-looking spines along the sides. The sight made me quite anxious.

"Yes, (Y/N). I have two penises." He confirmed, his voice now rough like gravel in his reptilian form. Though I didn't necessarily need him to, thanks to being able to see for myself, my sanity did because it was so damn unbelievable. "Usually, they would both enter the female's vagina at once to help the breeding process. However, I think you are too small to take both at once."

I thought of a solution to this dilemma, but it didn't take long for one to hit me like a truck. "You could put it in... My other hole?"

"Really? Would you be comfortable with that?" He narrowed his now-ruby eyes at me, clearly uncertain of what I was suggesting. It was so sweet that, despite being in this state, he was still insistent on making sure that I was comfortable with all that we did.

"Yeah. Honestly, I think it would make this feel even better." I stated, climbing onto the bed to get into position on my back. The Zaterran climbed on top of me just seconds later, his weight pushing me into the mattress as he got ready to begin.

His body brushed up against me, and with a quick nod of his head, he began nuzzling my throat. It took me a moment to figure out what he was doing, but once I remembered his words—about marking me with his scent—I spread my limbs out on the bed to allow him better access to my body. He continued to wiggle and rub against me, and I had to keep from laughing a few times due to how comical the situation was. Once he was finished, he nudged his nose under my jawline and inhaled deeply.

"Perfect," he uttered while his large hands gripped my forearms tightly to hold me down. Clearly, his work was a success, and he was ready to continue on with the ritual. "Are you ready, sunflower?"

"Yes." I breathed, closing my eyes to mentally prepare myself for what was to come.

"Here we go—" His words cut into a feral groan as he pushed both members into my two holes.

I screamed, not expecting it to hurt as much as it did. The stinging sensation was almost too much to bear as his girth stretched me wider than what was natural, almost ripping me in the process. He was usually so good to remember to prepare me before entering my body. But unfortunately, that hunger clouded his mind and made it easy to forget such an important step.

Luckily, my cries of discomfort brought him back to reality, and he froze within me for a moment to allow me to adjust the best I could. He raised a clawed hand up to my head, his nails carefully dragging through my hair as if to comfort me as the pain slowly began to melt away.

I found it funny how much bigger he was in this form, with the palm of his hand being the same size as my entire face. I actually liked it more than I had previously realized. His hand then slid beneath me, and with his sharp talons lightly dragging across my nape, I released a sigh as I began to relax under his tender touches.

Once the numbing pain finally subsided, I was able to feel him within me in detail. The spines were, surprisingly, not uncomfortable but rather enjoyable. They dug into my walls perfectly and helped graciously to stimulate those nerves within my core.

With the slightest utterance of approval to start, Syzoth's hips began to move. I keened as the spines pulled at my walls as he pulled out, before slowly pushing back in. In the beginning, Syzoth's crimson eyes stayed glued to mine, gazing upon them with adoration. A low rumble emitted from his chest, vibrating against my own and sending chills down my spine.

It didn't take too long for him to pick up the pace, and soon, his hips were snapping back and forth viciously. I screamed and moaned as his tips slammed into the sweet spots in both of my holes at the same time, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

I tried writhing beneath him, but I was trapped under the weight of the Zaterran. The feeling of not being able to move was terrifying... But in all the right ways. My arousal spiked, and I instinctively raised my hands to claw at his sides and back, as if I were trapped under a boulder and trying to scratch my way free.

Syzoth only responded to this with a loud growl as he moved faster, clearly focused only on his thrusting patterns, which were driven by his need to breed me. Edging closer to the peak of passion, I was now shaking as each breath either hitched in my throat or caught on a gasp from the intense amount of pleasure I was receiving.

The sounds of the bedsheets tearing filtered the air, along with my thoughtless moans and his hisses and growls. No longer having anything suitable to hang onto—since the sheets and mattress had been destroyed by his claws—Syzoth then gripped onto me, his claws skinking into my skin but not enough to actually draw blood.

It wasn't until my orgasm finally reached me that he completely lost all control for good. As I lost all of my senses to the mind-numbing high that was coursing through each of my veins, something in Syzoth snapped, sending him into a downward spiral into his true Zaterran nature. His claws finally dug deep into my flesh, pinning me against him as he slammed into me at high speed.

He pounded so deeply within my aching canal that I swore he was trying to enter my womb. And I didn't know that it was really his intent until he spoke words of confirmation.

"Come on! Take my seed into your womb! Get pregnant!" He roared viciously, his tail snapping back and forth around the room, knocking items of unimportance off my nightstand and shelves.

Though I couldn't pay much attention to the comotion around me because his deep and rough reptilian voice had my heart vibrating from lust, it was the only thing I could focus on in the moment—the only thing keeping me somewhat grounded to reality. I wasn't sure if it was the moment, the words he spoke, or the sound of his Zaterran voice in that tone, but I was completely high off of it, like it was some sort of intense drug.

"Take it! Take it! Come on! Arrrrrrrgh!" With one final roar tearing from his leathery throat, Syzoth released within me, hot ropes of seed shooting down both holes like rockets.

I buried my face in his chest, crying as the overstimulation nearly grew to be too much to bear. For a split second, I contemplated using my safe word. But looking back up at him, through the look of primal determination in his cruel, crimson eyes, I saw love and passion—love and passion for the future mother of his children. And that was more than enough to push me through.

After what felt like several minutes of him ejaculating within me and stuffing me beyond full, he collapsed on top of me, yet again trapping me beneath my weight. I almost couldn't breathe since he was practically crushing me. Luckily, when I let out a small gasp for air, he realized this and slightly lifted himself up to relieve some of the pressure on my form.

Though that wasn't the only reason why I took that sharp intake of breath. The sudden overstimulation of being stretched open just a little bit more than I had been previously had my lips parting as the air caught in my throat. But I didn't think too much of it at the time.

"You did so well, sunshine." He cooed lovingly, his voice still deep and hoarse and still sending chills down my now-jellied spine. Though it held a sudden softness to it now, at the same time. He then averted his gaze to my stomach, chuckling lowly as he examined the area. "You are so swollen, my sweetheart. You already look pregnant with my young—so pretty."

He released his talons from my flesh to bring them up to my hair again, gently brushing them through the tangled strains to fix them like the loving husband he was. I sighed while letting my eyes fall shut, so comfortable and happy in his presence.

Though that peaceful moment lasted for a short time, because the next thing I knew, I felt something long and strong snaking tightly around my waist. My eyes shot back open, and I glanced down to see his tail wrapping around me again and again, caging me within its grasp. When I looked back up at my lover's face, his stiff reptilian lips had formed a dangerous grin.

"Now for the final part." He announced, his voice deep and growlly yet again. "The marking process."

"W-What does that mean?" I stuttered weakly between still uneven breaths, unable to fully calm myself from the previous events, which made me nervous for the next ones that my husband had in mind.

"It means I will have to bite your neck as just a thin layer of my acid covers my canines, allowing me to brand you as my mate." He explained casually, like it was nothing at all. But then, his voice grew just a bit of humanity back into it as he spoke his next sentence. "If you are uncomfortable with this—"

"No," I interrupted him abruptly, not really thinking of my words before speaking them. And that was because I didn't need to, because I was already sure. "I want you to."

"Are you sure?" He asked, peering down at me with concern thick in his eyes.

Raising a hand to his cheek, I brushed my fingers along the rough scales. His eyes then fluttered shut as he leaned into my touch, a soft rumble coming from within him, imitating a low purr. I gently placed my lips upon his snoot, and his eyes shot open, as if he were astonished by the gesture.

When I pulled back, I gazed up at him with nothing but love in my eyes for the man as I murmured, "Yes, Syzoth. Make me your mate for good."

"Ok." He whispered before lowering his face to my neck, his teeth gently grazing the flesh as if to test the waters. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you." I whimpered, my body quivering slightly. Not from fear, but from anticipation. I knew Syzoth would never put me in harm's way. I really did trust him with all my heart.

With those words being spoken, Syzoth allowed his teeth to continue grazing my neck for a moment longer before letting his sharp canines sink into its soft flesh. I cried out in pain, and Syzoth had to hold down my arms to keep me from writhing so he could complete the mating ritual.

Tears filled my eyes as a hint of acid stung my skin, staining it crimson. Though deep down, I felt okay because I knew Syzoth would never put my life in danger—I knew that by scarring me with his bite, I would be his forever.

The acid worked quickly to burn a small portion of my skin away to engrave the marks of his teeth into my flesh. The pain pierced nerves within me and made it hard to stay still, but I tried my best for him. After all was said and done, he released my throat.

His scaley lips lingered upon the bite for a moment before he freed his long tongue to gently caress the area, lapping up the blood and soothing the scorching pain that seared through the bite. Once he was sure that the wound was clean, he pulled back and stared down at me with a loving gaze filling his eyes as my blood dripped down his chin.

I wanted to tell him how much I loved him—that I was so blessed to call him my husband—but like the acid did to my throat, the experience had melted my brain. I was too tired—too in shock—to speak or function at all. So I just laid there, my dopey eyes watching my pretty Zaterran contently. I was so numb from everything that I could barely feel now—so numb that I barely even felt the two knots swelling within my holes. But regardless of not knowing what was going on below my waist, I knew I would be sore tomorrow.

"My precious wife, you will look so beautiful carrying my children." Syzoth murmured, his Zaterran tone still coarse but gentle with the tenderness of the moment. "I am so proud and honored to call you my mate."

After speaking his words of adoration, Syzoth pressed his forehead against my own. He had told me about this before—that it was a way to say "I love you" in Zaterran. The gesture meant more to me than any kiss or hug I had ever received. When he finally moved—several moments later—he nuzzled his nose into my neck once more, though now it was just to cuddle.

His tail curled around me in a protective manner, and soon after, soft snores were heard from the sweet boy. I couldn't have been happier—I couldn't have felt more loved and wanted. I could feel the magical swirling feeling of butterflies within my stomach, and something told me that it was his seed being conceived into sweet little eggs of our young.

I rested my hands on his back, gently stroking his scales as I began to drift off as well. I knew that he would be just as good of a father as he was a husband, and I couldn't wait to start that beautiful journey with him in the near future.

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crazy-minded-girl · 6 months

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It's been officially 7 months since we got this very gay performance by our beloved murder husbands Käsh 💚🖤

#tommy cash #käärijä #käsh

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theonewhospeaksinweird · 10 months

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💛💙Protected (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 3💛💙

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal

Part 3, as promised!~ It all comes to the thrilling conclusion, and I FINALLY get to the scene that started this whole story.~ After about collectively 18.5 k words.~ All I can say in my defense is that...THIS MAN IS TOO FINE!~ If you don't want the ✨spicy✨ part of this story, that's totally fine.~ Just stop reading at the line of star squids.~ Enjoy, dearies.~

Minors, Do Not Interact, Please.~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 <- - Part 3

Although I wished for it, the silence that abruptly replaced the sounds of destruction and fighting startled me, along with the suddenly very loud shouting of Pekoms in my ear.

“Y/N! It’ll be okay-!” The pink clad mink cut himself off at the abrupt silence. Our heavy breaths were the only thing filling the new quiet. We both slowly detached from each other and looked around us to see the same semi-transparent white shield that I had created earlier. Its opaqueness varied in pulses, so I could see that everything around us had crumbled into rubble except the ground inside the bubble.

“What the fuck?” Pekoms mumbled out, looking around until his gaze fell back onto me who looked equally surprised. This sudden change shocked my panicked mind out of its frenzied state, allowing me to calm myself down. The calmer I became, the more I realized how drained I felt again and leaned against Pekoms once more.

“Is this yours, Y/N?” Looking up at my reflection in Pekoms’ black glasses, I gave a hesitant nod before responding.

“Y-Yeah, I guess it is. . . “ This new power still felt weird to me. More so the after effects of me being fatigued and suddenly so calm. It bothered me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was like the emotions just expelled from my body. Before our conversation could continue on, some movement caught the corner of my eye. A beat up, and barely moving Strawhat had crawled out of a large hole in the ground.

Once again, the bubble popped so suddenly when my heart jumped into my throat in dread.

Where was Katakuri?

With the barrier gone, the rubble around us sank into our little hole, but I ignored it and the weariness tugging at my bones, scrambling over the debris. Desperation clawed its way back into my heart and showed in my deep purple antennae as I crested the pile of rubble, searching for my husband. Tears burned my darting eyes, blurring my vision, until they fell onto the large body sprawled out beside the hole. Katakuri. No scarf in sight. My breath hitched, and the tears fell freely as I took in what that entailed. A part of me already knew what the outcome of this fight would be, but it still hurt to be right. This was the last thing I wanted to be right about.

I felt Pekoms come up beside me on the rubble, his reaction being the opposite of mine when he saw Strawhat alive. Before either of us could go to our respective fighters, the sound of those familiar spurs clanked twice through the air as Katakuri struggled to his feet in front of a crawling Strawhat. I was frozen to my spot, watching with bated breaths as he swayed on his feet. Blue light bathed either side of my face as my antennae drooped down.

"Kata. . . " I whispered out, thinking he was going to try and continue fighting. I wish I could grab the bracelet from my hair and know what was going through his heart and mind right now, but I was glued to my spot, unable to even get past the state he was in. There was blood dripping from multiple wounds, the largest being a hole in his side, fresh bruises littering his body, sure to be a nasty color tomorrow, and his entire body shaking with exhaustion.

At the obstruction, the retreating captain stood up as well, readying himself for a fight that neither of them seemed to be in the shape to continue. Pekoms growled beside me, seemingly unhappy with the fact that Strawhat was still trying to fight with Katakuri.

"That damn brat doesn't know when to quit, huh? Tch, I figured as much." And with that, my travel companion parted from my side and away from the two fighters. I was about to get up myself, to try and convince my injured husband to stop. That dying for his mother's cause wouldn't change a thing. Maybe it was selfish of me to think so, but I just knew I couldn't live without him. I barely know how I lived before him. Before I could force myself to move, my husband's raspy question stopped me.

"Are you gonna come back. . . to take down Big Mom one day?"

Huh? Was he asking this boy to. . ?

"Of course I am! Cause I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!"

Then, the most bizarre thing happened.

Katakuri smiled. He smiled at the thought of someone taking down his mother.

"You must be looking far into the future!" He exclaimed as he started swaying more on his feet. Looking like he was about to fall again is what finally spurred me to action. I didn't know what happened in that fight for him to be so open about his feelings with this enemy, but that hardly mattered now. I started sprinting across the ruined floor, tripping and falling over debris as Katakuri began falling. Onto his back, no less. He was on his stomach before.

I knew I couldn't catch him, but I'd been apart from him for too long, and he needed me just as much as I needed him right now. He landed with a resounding thud that hurt my heart. I could see Strawhat standing there in shock as I finally got to my husband's side. My knees cut on the broken floor at his sides, but I hardly cared as I frantically looked over my defeated husband.

"Katakuri! No no no, are you okay? Please don't die! I love you too much to let you die!" I wasn't sure what to do first, he was unresponsive. The first thing I could think of was to stop the bleeding from the big gash on his side. With nothing else to use, I took the skirt of my dress and pressed it into the wound. The fabric of my skirt was too sheer, though, and barely did anything to stop the flowing life force. As I thought about what to do instead, I could feel another person approaching.

Strawhat Luffy.

Meeting him face to face like this instead of through his Haki had a different effect. He didn't seem like a dangerous guy, in fact he seemed quite simple. Yet here Katakuri was, flat on his back after their battle. He had big, round black eyes that shone with determination –towards what, I didn't know just yet– and his mouth was set in a fine line. It unnerved me that I couldn’t take any emotions from his blank face. He was worse than when I first met Katakuri. Strawhat looked far more beat up than Katakuri, which I secretly relished, but was at least able to stumble his way towards us. I knew I stood no chance at fighting this guy if he wanted to finish off my husband, but I'd be damned if I didn't do anything.

"Go away! You won! Isn't that enough? He's already down, so just leave, go find your crew!" I splayed myself protectively in front of my husband. I wouldn't be much of a hindrance if this guy really wanted to get rid of me, though I could stall. If only for a few moments. He ignored me and got closer. I was shaking. Shaking in both anger and fear to make a deep magenta as he dared ignore me. When he was a few steps away, I covered half my arm in Haki –that was the most I could use even after 2 years of training– and threw a punch as hard as I could at him. Even in his weakened form, the infamous pirate caught my fist effortlessly. I strained against him, staring heatedly into his thoughtless eyes.

With the contact, I searched his emotions and intent, if only to predict his line of thought, but what I found was nothing I expected. Through the pain and exhaustion were strong threads of respect and twinges of sorrow. They were towards Katakuri. That caught me off guard, and the loss of concentration made my Haki disappear. Strawhat didn't move against me as he stared blankly into my confused eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt him."

And for some reason, I believed him. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly took back my hand, my magenta lightening to a curious yellow. His grip wasn't very tight in the first place. He turned his attention to my still unconscious lover, and I watched as he stepped past me, took the black hat off of his namesake hat and put it over Katakuri's mouth. That surprised me even more. To think that Strawhat respected him enough to cover his biggest insecurity even after he won. Vice versa with Katakuri taking this fight so seriously that he exposed himself in full to this rambunctious teen.

The boy left after that, staggering his way aimlessly down a winding hall of the half destroyed Mirro-World. I'm sure Pekoms would find and help him. This was out of my hands now that Katakuri had been defeated. Returning my attention back to my lover, I let out a tired sigh. I'd never seen my husband look so beat up before. The thought of how much pain he must be in brought the tears back to my eyes. It was over now, his part was done, and everything was coming down.

"Oh, Kata. Your mother doesn't deserve you." My quiet words came out watery as I pet his dirty magenta hair a little, wishing I could hold him more, but I didn't want to cause him anymore pain. I wouldn't even be able to get serious help for him until Brulee came back, which I'm sure will be a while since Pekoms needed her for Strawhat's escape. I hope she's alright. My hand moved from his head to the black hat Strawhat had put over his mouth, removing it so I could see his full face. He was still the most handsome man ever. With a sad smile, I bent over and kissed his forehead hoping he would feel the love in it even while he was asleep.

Looking around, I saw my abandoned medical kit lying on the ground a bit of ways away slightly under some rubble. For hopefully one of the last times today, I made myself get up to retrieve it. My tears had slowed, but when I came back and began cleaning up my husband they streaked down my dirty face again. The warm rivulets of tears dripped from my chin and nose onto his chest as I leaned over him. Starting with his face, I used alcohol wipes to wipe away the dirt and gently clean his cuts. This medical kit only had basic things, so I used all the candy design bandages where I could, and the gauze on his big gash. After about half an hour of quietly working, my silent cries had been reduced to the occasional sniffle here and there.

The appearance of Katakuri had improved, and everything was at least cleaned, though he looked a bit silly with all the cutesy bandages covering his face and torso. With a weary sigh, I turned my attention to the pile of dirty and bloodied wipes with a grimace. As I began stuffing them into the basically empty medical kit, a groan interrupted the deafening background noise of the Mirro-World. My attention immediately snapped to my husband whose face was contorting from peace to pain. His large hand came up to his dirty locks, grasping at his head as he let out another sound of pain. My breath caught in my throat at the sound.

"Kat. . . Katakuri. . !" My throat closed up before I could get anything else out, and let myself fall down onto his free arm. I could feel him freeze as I let out all my pent up emotions. Everything oozed out of me like a toxic slime with each shuddering sob. Pain. Sorrow. Fear. Relief. All the tension I was holding in my chest slowly drained out of me. I was weak in the presence of my protector.

“You’re okay! You’re alive! Everything was rumbling and falling apart, I saw you fall and he came over and I thought he was gonna. . . he was gonna-!” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. Not right now at least. Maybe never again. Wave after wave of tears fell in fat blobs down my face, and I couldn’t stop shaking as I held on tight to Katakuri’s arm. I could feel his regret, pain and shame mixing in with my turbulent emotions at the sight of me crying. My antennae settled into a deep cerulean blue that lit up my crying visage. It wasn’t long before I felt his free hand come to my back and rub it gently. That only encouraged my breakdown, enticing me to hug his arm in my hold tighter.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve put you through too much today. I’m sorry I couldn’t win. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I’m sorry-”

“No! Be-Be quiet!!” I shook my head in a childish manner, not wanting to hear those remorseful words misplaced in his mouth. His voice was shaky and his chest shuddered with every regretful word he pushed out, seemingly on the edge of joining me in tears. Whether that was my doing or his own sorrow showing itself, I didn't know. The sound of him being so defeated brought back the anger I felt earlier towards Strawhat, but this time it was aimed towards the real culprit: Big Mom.

None of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t taken that blonde cook. He obviously wanted nothing to do with Germa, not that I blame him for disassociating from those monsters. Yes, Katakuri would always protect his family because of his own sense of responsibility and love, but she created and invited this threat, just like every other danger, to the family. I knew he could feel my silent anger, but I didn't dare bring up that topic right now. For the moment being, I was just worried about my husband, and only him.

Lifting my head up, my mouth was downturned in a frown as I subdued my crying and swallowed my indignation to continue talking. I saw the suspected tears in Katakuri’s eyes as he moved his shiny gaze from the ruined ceiling to my indignant face. Oh, how I hated that self-loathing look in his beautiful red eyes.

“None of this is your fault. You did your best, I know you did, Katakuri. Why are you apologizing to me when you took on such a powerful opponent with everything you had? You were lying here in a bloody heap at the end of your battle, all because of that damn Strawhat boy. You are more than enough. More than your mom or I deserve. The only thing you should be apologizing for is making me think you died.” The last part of my rant was whispered quietly, the words being the biggest fear I’ve had all day. I swiped at my face, trying fruitlessly to wipe away some of the wetness coating it. His sharp toothed mouth hung open like a fish out of water. He had nothing to say to my rebuttal, but the swelling of tears slipping down his face said it all.

The tight feeling of anger was washed away completely by that soft face. The face of a man who’s been given the grace he deserves. Seeing him crying made me smile. He would have never shown this type of emotion to anyone else in his family since he wanted to be seen as an immovable force that protects them, but now that image was shattered. And I'm starting to think it's a good thing he lost. I threw myself down onto his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. A watery laugh escaped me as I buried my face into his strong neck and his large arms enveloped me in their comforting embrace. Even though he lost, he was still my protector. In his arms was still the safest place I felt I could be.

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Muffled voices prodded at my subconscious. I couldn’t discern anything as I pressed my face closer to the warm, squishy thing I lay upon. One of the voices was deeper and closer than the others, the vibration of their words humming through my body. I tried to just ignore it and go back to sleep, but the longer the voices continued the more awake I became. And with my resurfacing consciousness came the pain of my body as I tried moving. The soreness everywhere and sharp pain on my knees made me grimace in regret.

“Shh. . . sleeping. . . don't wake. . .”

“. . . eeping? . . hard as a rock. . . she won’t wake. . .”

The two other voices that weren't the soothing rumbling began to argue, and until I opened my eyes I wasn't sure where I was, or who was talking. The first thing I saw was pink. Bleariness had my mind as slow as a tortoise as I peeled my face away from the squishy pink thing. Pulling away further, I realized it was a person’s chest. My husband’s chest to be exact. Finally, everything came rushing back and anxiety shot through me like an archer’s arrow. Despite my sore body’s protests, I sat up and looked around wildly.

I was in Katakuri and my’s room, lying in our bed. Katakuri sat propped up beside me with a lot of large pillows behind him and heavily bandaged. On either side of our bed was Cracker and Brulee, who was the source of the “hushed” bickering. Everyone froze when I popped up like a gopher. I probably looked like a mess right now, and acting so crazy definitely didn't help that rap. Brulee was the first to break the deafening silence.

“Y/N-nii! You're okay! I was so worried that you weren't gonna wake up just like Katakuri-nii! It was horrible what you two went through! That damn Strawhat, I'll kill him myself!” The large, wispy woman had pounced on me when she started her blubbering, holding onto me tightly by my waist while crying into my stomach. Her tight embrace didn't do my aching body any favors, but the familiar touch made me relax. Her feelings of relief and joy gave me a small boost of energy.

“Sorry to worry you, Brulee. It's okay, I'm fine.” I wheezed out with strained breaths.

“Get off of her, you witch! You’re really gonna kill her like that!” Cracker came to my rescue in his own little Cracker way. His instigation made the emotional woman let go of me and engage in yet another bickering match, but this one was full volume now that they didn't have to worry about waking me up. I rubbed at my tender muscles while letting out a few amused chuckles. With his siblings’ distraction, I had forgotten to address my husband beside me.

“I'm glad you're awake.” His baritone voice commented quietly. My heart leapt to my throat, and I couldn't turn around fast enough to fully focus on him. There he was, in all his handsome glory. The fact that I could see his whole face caught me off guard. I glanced from him to his two siblings with a silent question before scooting back to his bare side. I decided to voice my obvious question when he said nothing.

“Why aren't you wearing-?”

“I don't need it. At least not with them, and not right now. Mama has decided to continue pursuing Strawhat who is heading to Wano. Some of our siblings are going with her while the rest of us stay to recuperate and rebuild the kingdom.” Despite his serious words, there was a small smile on Katakuri’s face as he talked about his mother going to chase Strawhat Luffy. It made me think about the question he asked that boy. The connection made me giggle.

Cracker and Brulee stopped their argument at my tinkle of laughter. I couldn't hold it in, and my giggles grew into a full on laughter. Katakuri smiled happily at my joy, soon joining me with a few low chuckles of his own that blossomed into one of his rare laughters as well. We couldn't see it, but Brulee was smiling fondly at our seemingly random laughter with Cracker looking bewildered between all three of us.

“What the fuck are you both laughin-”

“Come on, let's go check on our other siblings, Cracker.” Brulee grabbed Cracker by a bandaged arm, eliciting a pained cry from him, and dragged him from his seat to our nearby full length mirror. With a hefty push from the tall woman, Cracker was sent into the Mirro-World. Before she went through herself, she spoke to us as we came down from our laughing high.

“You two should rest. I'll tell everyone to let you have your time alone today, wiwiwi.~” And with that, we were alone. I sat there catching my breath as the peace settled in our room. A deep breath quieted my emotions into content, and I could feel the same coming from my paramount husband. My arms snaked around as much of his chest as they could and gave him a tight squeeze which I was sure he barely felt.

“I'm glad you're happy. Happier. Maybe now. . . you could be more yourself. No more hiding and putting up that omnipotent facade.” Hope for my lover’s possible boost in his self-image bloomed in my chest as I slowly tilted my head up to look at him. He wouldn't look me in the eye, and there was a solemn doubt in his eyes and heart.

“Perhaps. Though, things of this matter are not so easily changed. Especially not in my family. You know this.” His comment procured a furrow on my brow. Not wanting him to fall off into a dark place again so quickly, I moved into his lap, straddling his waist as my small hands reached up to direct his face to mine.

“What if you were the one to change that?” That simple question held a few different meanings. Meanings I'm sure the man before me could easily decipher after three years of marriage. He’d never admit it to anyone, but I felt it. I felt his relief when he lost. The joy when Strawhat said he’d come back. The buried hope that Big Mom would fall. Every burden he’s been caused was because of his mother, as is with his siblings. It was a sure bet that Katakuri would be voted the captain of the Big Mom Pirates if his mother fell. Then he could begin to heal his family and himself.

Katakuri stayed quiet for a good few moments, but I didn't need a verbal answer. I knew the answer of his heart. With my hands on his jaw, and us finally being alone after such a long, draining battle, I couldn't help the beckoning I felt towards him. Even all bandaged up and bed ridden, Katakuri still had my heart and body in a hold. The pain of the cuts on my knees were no match for the yearning burning in me. With deliberate movements, it didn't take long for my lips to slowly mesh into his. The familiar feeling of his sharp teeth prodded at my chin and upper lip, but it just spurred me on. He tasted like donuts, as usual.

Katakuri seemed to have no qualms with my choice of action since his large hands were soon encompassing my hips. Lithe fingertips danced from his jaw to the back of his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way. His semi upright position on the bed made it easier for me to lay upon him fully and deepen our sweet kiss. My heart raced faster, and I already knew my antennae were a deep rose pink as they lowered against my head. With flushed cheeks, I minimally pulled away to catch my breath. Upon opening my eyes, my lust filled ones were met with the love littered ones of my husband. The look he gave me, made me a bit shy for being so forthright with my desires. Though, the tent I felt against my butt suggested that it was not unwelcome.

After a brief spell of bashfulness, I willed myself to continue. It was too late to stop, and I had done enough holding back during the day of the wedding. Not to mention the time I've been asleep. With that thought in mind, I crashed my eager mouth back into Katakuri’s, wrapping my arms around his muscled neck. I could feel him taking in a deep breath through nose but didn't pull away. In fact, he pulled me closer by my hips. Kata was as needy as I was, but still maintained his self-restrictions. His apprehensiveness to indulge himself in me had my clenching insides groaning in exasperation. It wasn't long before I was pushing myself back against his growing sex with apparent longing.

Our passionate kiss devolved into one of sloppy desire until I wrenched my lips from his to latch onto his neck. With it being covered all the time, it was an easy weakness I could exploit. Just a soft faux bite right below his jaw had him squeezing my hips tighter. A restrained groan hummed against my mouth as Kata let out hot, heavy pants against my shoulder. I continued my soft bites into his warm skin. My teeth sunk into his flesh, tasting mochi, which showed that he allowed me to do this. The feeling of his large muscles straining against me as he still held himself back drew out soft whines from my throat.

“Kata.~ Please, I need you so bad. I know you want to use me.” My usually modest voice rang with sultry desire as I whispered into my husband’s ear. My teasing yanked another seemingly pained groan from him, making him press his sharp nose to my shoulder. Those sharp teeth were just a hair away from my own neck. The thought of what he could do to me with them made me shiver.

“Don't do this to me, love. I can't. . . I might just. . .” He growled out his labored warning to me. Usually, I would back off and continue to set the pace, but today was different. Today, I wanted to press all the wrong buttons to get the “punishment” I've always been threatened with. For once I wanted my husband to be the one in pure sensual bliss. He deserved it after everything he’s been through. This was my gift to him. If he couldn't unapologetically be himself anywhere else in his life, I wanted him to be completely open with me. Verbally and physically.

Deciding upon this course of action put a tingle in my spine. I could finally do all the teasing I wanted and say all those things that drove him crazy. Katakuri had been preoccupying himself with kneading my bare thighs from under my nightgown and leaving soft kisses along my now exposed shoulder. Soft mumbles of praise from him to me sung into my ears, only making me more excited for what was to come. He was already teetering on a thin edge.

I continued to roll my hips back and forth against his fully hard bulge. Slowly and deliberately. A soft whimper escaped me each time I rolled just right over my sensitive spot, clinging to him like he was my lifeline.

“You can't leave me like this. I want it all, I know I can take it. Just fuck me all you want. It'd be so easy and feel so good.~” Yet another growl rumbled against my chest from his as I continued whispering dirty nothings in his ear.

“Y/N. Stop. Please.” He used my full name. He was serious, but despite his firm tone, I could feel his raging lust banging on the grates of his body. Screaming from the sewers to let it come out to play to its heart content. I was dangling the key so carelessly above the ravenous hands stretching through the gaps. My own lust had already taken over my body. It was in control with the rest of my emotions tied up and left to watch with morbid curiosity how this would end. All I did was smile and run my hands down his chiseled chest.

I didn't respond to his plea and demand, but instead continued my dangerous game. I detached myself from him and led my lips on a trail from his neck to his waist band. As I looked up at my needy lover, I could see the dangerous glint in his red eyes. Not the one he got when he was fighting, this was different. It felt more animalistic and unkempt. Something I hadn't felt in him before. It was like there was a whole new part of him that had been closed off, and I was the first to experience it this way. My butt swayed restlessly behind me, my lower stomach begging for relief of this infernal itch deep inside me. And there was only one way to get rid of it. Excitement overrode my momentary fear as I held his warning gaze while making quick work of his pants and boxers.

Finally, the thing I pined after stood before me, lighting my body abuzz and cheeks ablaze. Precum had darkened a wet spot on his boxers and showed no signs of stopping as his cock twitched and pulsed in my hands. A giggle bubbled out of me as I pressed my cheek to the shaft and kissed my way up to the soft, wet tip. I hummed in satisfaction when the soft pink head slid into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his sensitive glands. Just with this much, my mouth was half full, but I knew that other parts of me could handle him just fine. I felt like I could handle anything as long as it satisfied him. This progress had Katakuri moaning and gently holding my head. There was no push of his hands or buck of his hips, but I knew he wanted more. Well if he wanted more today, then he’d have to take more. I let go of my tight grip on his head with a pop, licking my lips as I swallowed his stringy fluids.

“Doesn't my mouth feel good? You know what would feel even better than my little mouth?” I called out once again to Kata, bringing him out of his haze of pleasure. I continued to slowly pump his full length with both hands, but only rubbed his tip along my now wet cheek.

“Ka-ta-kur-i.~ Why don't you wanna make your wife feel good?~ I'm begging you.~ I promise it will feel great for both of us.~ Please?~” A faux pout puffed my cheeks when he didn't respond, just letting out those deep, restraining growls and grunts. I knew it would take more than a little teasing to get him to let loose. I let go of his cock fully and sat up on my bandaged knees. The adrenaline pumping through my hot body nulled the pain from them as I took the straps of my nightgown and tugged them leisurely down my arms. The thin, flowy fabric of the gown already showed my perked up nipples through it, but I knew he liked seeing the real deal. The small straps fell off my fingers, but bunched up on my hips, unable to completely fall off without some assistance.

I crawled back on top of my heavily breathing husband, his sharp eyes hooded with lust, hovering my gooey entrance over his weeping tip. The urge to slide down on it, and ride us both to completion was tempting, but kept my eyes on the prize. Or eyes on the punishment, more like. With us face to face again, I could feel the hot breaths emanating from his mouth and fanning against my face. He could feel my awaiting sex so close as well. Those dangerous eyes trailed from my exposed breasts to my still covered lower half leaving me feeling vulnerable under their piercing scrutiny. He was expecting me to continue my undressing and, subsequently, start riding him like usual. All I did was give him a smile.

“Need some help?” He asked lowly and gruffly. There was a gravel to his voice that brought back the urge once again. It was so close. No. I had a plan. I reserved the right to give my husband what he needs. Even if he doesn’t think he needs it. I gave a nod, unable to talk as his hot gaze stayed on my face. Wanting to ignore his commanding stare, I moved closer to his face. I knew something that he fell apart at. My damp lips pressed against the clammy skin of his cheek, adorning his scar with a kiss. I didn't stop at one, and softly placed a kiss all along his left cheek’s scar. The skin was smooth but raised, and I would imagine it was as sensitive as his neck. My assumption was proven right when he sucked in a sharp breath, held it, then let it out shakily.

I could feel his hands squeeze at the damp skin on my thighs closest to my entrance before languidly sliding up to my silky gown. Suddenly, with what seemed like little to no effort, he grabbed both sides of my clothing and tore it in two along with my panties. The sound of the threads snapping so quickly had my breath catching in my throat. Pulling back from his cheek, his eyebrows were furrowed like he was angry, and he was. Angry at the built up sexual frustration and my teasing. Gradually, he sat up, making me quickly hug onto his neck and press my fully naked body to his chest. It didn't take long for our positions to be switched with me underneath Katakuri, and him huffing above me. His hands were quick to push down his pants more and tug them off of himself fully, but swiftly went back to caging me against the bed.

“Do you need something, dear?~” I moved to an innocent facade, but I knew he saw right through me. I was excited and the way my legs wrapped around his waist and positioned his head at my awaiting entrance was proof of that. He didn't respond yet, and just moved his right arm above me to hold himself up as his left hand moved underneath my lower back to hold me tight. Not too tight to hurt me, but I couldn't hope to get out of his grip. Not that I wanted to.

“You want to take me whole? Want to make me feel good with your little needy hole? Is that what my pretty little wife wants?” Katakuri hardly ever talked dirty to me. Usually it was just praise and sweet talk as we took it slow, maybe the occasional innuendo. But this was him listening to my wants and his needs obliging. This new side of him had me half scared of the consequences and half begging for the pleasure. The duality wasn’t hard to choose between. He was standing on the wire, and all I had to do was blow him one way or another. This was probably my last chance to turn back.

“I need an answer, love. Tell me to stop.” His soft voice was begging me to tell him no. He was scared of hurting me still, even though he so clearly wanted to fuck me to his heart’s content. I had convinced a part of him to act on his wants for once. The sweet side of him that I was used to was barely holding back the ravenous animal that was clawing its way to the surface. All I could do was smile and put a hand to his clenched jaw as I raised my lips to his ear.

“Do what you want.~” A silent beat. Two. A deep, almost pained, groan erupted from my husband. Soon, my twitchy insides were being stretched to their limits. His impossibly hard cock was already halfway inside of me, bullying its way to my cervix. The suddenness knocked the breath out of me, but a gasping moan fell from my lips. I clenched hard around his member, telling him to continue. My efforts were met with a deeply pleasured moan from the giant man above me. Before now, Katakuri would have told me to stop here to keep me from hurting myself. That worry was nowhere to be seen now as his hips pulled back slowly only to snap forward once again, burying his cock deeper inside of me still.

“Fuck! Oh my gosh, it's so good! Kata!” My words slurred together as the disarming pleasure rolled through my body like a riptide, sweeping my wits from under me. I never knew sex could feel this wild. My reactions to his movements reassured the part of him still worried about my well being, allowing him to more assuredly continue his pace. A steady rhythm was set, faster than one we’ve had before. His large hand encapsulating my waist moved me back and forth in sync with his hips. I felt like a ragdoll being used for his pleasure. Each deep pound felt like I was being split apart, but I could hardly keep up with every one as my head spun with pleasure.

Katakuri was in no better state than I was, seemingly drunk on the bliss that fucking me like this brought. His face was buried in the pillow above my head, and I could hear him mumbling to himself. It was hard to pick up every word, but I could tell it was about how good he felt. The satisfaction of hearing him sound so lost in the pleasure only made every snap of his hips feel that much better. I explored his sweaty chest with my hands as my legs clung to his sides. One hand traveled up to his damp, magenta locks, raking their way up and down his scalp. This enticed him to lower his head from the pillow to my face and engage me in a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

I desperately sunk my fingers into his hair, holding him to me as we made out. I craved him, every last part of him I adored and I wanted all of him to be mine. Needy whines and whimpers of mine sounded into our kiss as I departed to talk.

“Don't stop. Don't stop until you're satisfied. I love you so much, please, feel so good for me. You're so deep in me and I love it!~” The confident attitude I had earlier had dissipated in the face of Katakuri’s raw power, and now I just wanted to please my husband. His whole cock was almost fully sheathed inside of me every time his hips hit my thighs. My insides felt so gooey and stretched out already. I had already cum once, and everything was getting to be too much. We hadn’t gone this long before, and I wasn't used to the power of his full thrusts.

Katakuri stared down at me, locked onto my blissed out face contorted erotically as I begged for him. That seemed to spur him up again, and I could feel a burst of love and sexual fervor rush from him to me. With renewed energy, he sat up on his knees, taking his member out of me. The emptiness I felt without him made me fuss and shake my hips in dissatisfaction. Without a word, I was flipped over onto my stomach and returned the fullness of my husband’s cock but from behind. His hot tip dragged along all the right places as he slid inside me again. Involuntarily, my eyes rolled back, and a loud groan escaped me. The same hand returned to its spot around my waist to hold me in place as Katakuri restarted his pace in this new position.

This turn of events knocked the breath of me again, and I was left wheezing as he lay on top of me, pressing me into the bed with his hard chest at my back. Nails gripped the sheets, toes curled, but I couldn't let out a single word. I didn't have to because he began mumbling again, but this time in my ear so I could hear.

“I have such a beautiful wife. I'm so lucky to have you, I'm sorry I'm so selfish. It just feels so good, you feel so good. Thank you for letting me feel so good with you. I can't stop until I make you feel the best. I love you too, Y/N, I love you.” He continued to repeat snippets of that as he got sloppy with his thrusts. Despite the slower pace, each thrust slammed into my butt like a sledgehammer, bringing out my second orgasm. This one was more intense as tears sprouted to my eyes and my walls spasmed hard around his cock. The overstimulation left me a wreck as I blubbered out, “I'm cumming, cummin’, cumminggg!~” deliriously.

That was the last straw for Katakuri as he grunted loudly a few times before quickly pulling out and making a mess of my back with his own cum. Harsh breaths from both of us filled the muggy, sex smelling air of our room. It didn't take long for Katakuri to finish letting everything out, so soon he collapsed beside me on his back. We both took a good amount of time calming down from the heated sex we just had. I was fully satisfied, if not overly so, as I lay there covered in cum and with my orgasm leaking out of me. I could already feel my back hurting from the arch it was forced into by my lover's thrusts and weight, but none of that mattered.

All that mattered was the dazed look of full satisfaction in Katakuri’s eyes as he came down from his high. He always held himself back when we had sex. This was the last wall he had up in front of me, that deep rooted fear of hurting me keeping him from entirely enjoying himself. I was grateful for the amount of vulnerability I was able to see from my paramount husband on a regular basis, but call me greedy because I wanted every last part of him on display for me. We were two very opposite people when it came to sharing our wants and needs, but as we’ve proved over the past three years, opposites attract.

“Can. . . we do that more?” Asked a meek Katakuri, his deep voice cutting through the silence. My face was buried in the mattress, but I turned it towards him with a lopsided smile.

“I thought you'd never ask. Though, maybe next time we should use protection so you don't have to pull out.” I winked at him as his already red cheeks darkened. An embarrassed groan escaped him and he quickly got up to head to the bathroom.

“I'm getting a towel for you and running a bath. Maybe once you're clean you'll stop instigating such dirty actions.” He grumbled, making me pout. I opened my mouth to retort, but he beat me to the punch.

“Don't say that unless you’re ready for the punishment.”

Damn his future vision. With a huff, I stayed silent and just waited for my towel. For now. As I waited, my gaze drifted over to Katakuri’s nightstand. On it sat that dirty black hat that Strawhat put on his mouth after their battle. My eyes softened at the memento. I'd have to thank Strawhat one day for what he did for Katakuri.

My antennae turned dusty pink.

And with that, This little unexpected mini series of my favorite mochi man ends.~ This won't be the last of him, but I have other wonderful characters that are calling my name.~ Thank you, dearies, and see you, hopefully, soon.~

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