I Never Know What To Do With The Body When I Do These So Here’s One Of Those Things With Arms™

i never know what to do with the body when i do these so here’s one of those things with arms™

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lilplutao

2 years ago

Hi moosh how are you? For kinktober may I have 19 with reader receiving, 21, 7 all with yamato using he/him pronouns?

I'm doing fine, anon! And I adore writing for Yamato though I assume you meant he/him pronouns for Yamato and not reader? Because this event was gender neutral reader only and personally on this blog I personally use he/they pronouns for Yamato. Oh and forgive me if this is just me having a language issue and you actually meant for it to be this way but since in two other kinktober days already I've had Yamato doing oral sex on the reader so for this one I've changed it to Yamato receiving so he would have oral sex done on him I hope you don't mind but other than that I hope you don't mind and you enjoy reading 😅

Day 19: face fucking

(CW: The only piece of gendered language in this piece I used in this particular work is cock and dick with that reader verbally uses to refer to Yamato's sex, I use he/they pronouns for them and will try to switch them up best I can and any pronouns discourse I see = block. Also in this request Yamato deals with implied dysphoria especially name dysphoria with his title "oni princess". As well there is oral sexual acts done on them but again no gendered language besides the words cock and dick being said by the reader)

(This work includes gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Out of large callused hands the old wooden mask falls to the creaky paneled floor with a quiet fluttering clank. The tall figure of the man towers the doorway as through heavy panted breaths they shut the door with a quiet push, the damming creak the metal makes upon its closing jolts through the Yonko's son's bones as the last wave of anxiety rushes through him. They stand there for a few hesitance filled moments, haki radiating out of their body are searching through the door and down the halls of this particular floor of the manor for any possible life both organic and technological - those damn robot mice and all - that could've seen him duck in here.

Nothing. The halls were bare and lifeless as he once knew as a kid. That shackle on his wrist seemed suddenly much heavier than it did moments prior when he was ducking and scattering through the hall to get away from his father's 'entourage' that were task to dragged him back to listen about whatever drunk rant about the future of wano that the Yonko wanted give.

"Oni princess! Oni princess!" The words craved at him, echoing in their head over and over until their forehead rests on the door eyes squinting shut to try to drive the words away.

Shut up. Shut up.

Oni princess. Those were the words he's had to heard ever since he was a kid. He's so sick of them. He's in no shape a monster like his father, over the years he's fought tooth and nail to make sure that he never will be, by being like Oden.

But still. The words ate at them.

Oni princess.

It sparks rage into him, with his forehead pressed to the door their horns stratch deeper into the wood. Large fingers morph into claws as the Yonko's son balls into a fist, the chain of the shackle clanking against the door - sparking their attention to it.

If it weren't for this stupid thing he would be gone. He would have left a long time ago with Ace, they would've set out to sea and he would truly just be like Oden. But instead he had to sit, wait, and dream for that freckled man to come back for him.

But that hope all went away that day when that tiny slip went up to ashes.

Tears flood his vision and they forced themselves to hold back the instincts screaming out at him to punch the door and crash down the entire wall in front of them, run out and make it off the island as fast as he can. They can't swim, he knows that for a fact but... they're might be the slightest possibility that Kaido was lying about the explosive cuffs. Yes while he's heard stories about these same types of restraints given to slaves of celestial dragons there might be the smallest possibility that the hunk of metal that's been clinging to them since they were a kid might be fake after all... Kaido wouldn't kill his own child right? Right?

Deep down Yamato knew the answer, pulling back from the door.

Wiping their eyes they took a step back, looking at all the knew scratches that now decorated the wood. Breath caught heavy in Yamato's throat, looking to the claws sprouted on their hands. Oops.

Looking back finally to the small sitting around them, Yamato finally remembers the reason why he came here. You.

With a few slaps to the face to regain some form of composer, he dusts off his robe and smooths out the wrinkles. With his trusty kanabo set along the wall he slips off his sandals and set them next to their weapon by the door. By your desk to the off side of the room is a full length mirror that could fully fit someone of normal height such as yours; Yamato however has to squat a bit to see themselves for one final look over. Sighing to themself, he makes his way slowly to the archway leading to your bedroom.

It surprises him actually when he steps in and finds you nowhere to be seen - usually you're in here waiting for them when you and Yamato plan these little secret visits to your room instead of the attic. He looks everywhere; your closet, your reading area, your bathroom, under your bed - you're nowhere to be found. Then it springs to him: you're a headliner in their father's crew, he could possibly have you out on the job looking for him or... knots begin to form in his gut. In quick movement he springs his way to the exit, kanabo in hand and is about to reach down for his mask until-

"Yamato?" Honey bronze eyes dart over to where you're standing in the archway to the balcony outside. Relief shoots through them as they let both objects in his hand drop and he's rushing towards you.

"(Name)!" You're trapped and squished in your lover's tight embrace. You can't help but to feel giggles leap out your throat as you wrap your arms tighter around his waist to meet him. "Yama, I'm fine. No need for you to act so worried about." Yamato smothers themselves in your neck anyway. "I missed you." They huskly whisper.

"We saw each other earlier in the day."

"Yeah but I couldn't hug you then - I can hug you now."

"All you want." You hum. "All I want." He says back, almost in a reassurance to himself way as they move to rest his cheek on your crook of your shoulder, his whole mass still hulking over you. Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling of the archway separate outside from in, for a few moments you think before gently pushing your love back to look at you eith your hand gestured outside for them to join you. Hesitance dulls their eyes as he thinks about the possibility of risks it could be in someone on the festival grounds looked up and saw him with you up here but his worries at put at ease when you point to the wall of ivy crept up in the corner of the balcony way blinding the view from down below.

His large hands frame your face so easily when he kisses you. From all these months of practice, the kisses they give you are so calculated to the touch as he turns and tilts his head around to mix up the movement and sensation of his tongue press and prodding into your mouth but you're not slouching yourself when you deepen the kiss even further by pressing your lover back into the wall behind them that gets them to give you an enjoyable moan through your mouth. It's Yamato that finally pulls away for air as his head lays back to the wall given you a nice look at him with his robe undone and rolled past his strong arms as cascading to the ground, the lights that lit up onigashima making jagged patterns with the dark through the vines mixing in with the pale hazy light that leaked through illuminated both his and your skin. Your hands grip tightly to the back of his hair, undoing and letting flow ling white neon tipped hair slump down your lover's shoulders and covering bits of their chest.

"You're so handsome," Yamato's cheeks flush crimson as they dart their eyes from you.

"St-stop." They huff out. You smile at his pout, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at them with your widest grin.

"Why should I? It's true."

"But..." His expression saddens a bit as those damming words echoed through his head again. Oni princess. His eyes squint shut as to try to cut off any damming tears of evidence of their thoughts.

But just as always you can see right through him.

Your hands are so soft on Yamato's face as you adjust yourself on their lap to bring yourself closer to him and to make him look at you.

"You are nothing of what your father's men call you. You are nothing like your father, hell you're a better man than you're father even wishes he could be, Yonko or not. What you are is everything I could possibly want in a partner; you're handsome, strong, adventurous, brave. Your dedication and desire to be like a man you've never met and watched get executed when you were a child and your desire to stop at nothing to help free his country is just... unbelievably admirable. Hell, Yama I wish I could be just half as strong of a person you are. That's what makes you a man, not what foolish titles or body parts makes you. It's here," your hand caresses his chest, fingertips tapping to his notably quickening heart beat. "-it's here what makes you a man." You bite your lip for a few moments before letting the next string of words fall from your lips. "It's here that's going to get us out of here. What's going be your father and Orochi's downfall. Because it's something that they don't have."

Yamato's eyes are mystified as they find themselves lost for words and can only watch as you get off his lap.

"But if you need further proof I will give it to you." Your lover's mouth hangs wide open as you drop the floor on your knees your hands clawing at the meat of their thighs that at only covered by the thin fabric of his robes skirt. You look up at him, eyes patience for consent. The idea of what you asking to do bounces radically through his head, you've never - no one's ever - bright red shines their whole face. He's always has been first to offer giving pleasure of this sort to you, you are their lover after all and he adores you more than anything in the world and with your relationship having to be a secret given both of your status' and plans of rebellion in the background every chance you get to have heated encounters like this he's always determined to give his 100% in showing all the love they have for you but... being on the receiving end? Honestly it's never been a thought he's ever really... thought about. It scares him a bit due to - reasons but...

The way your (color) eyes shine up to them gives that dizzy butterflies feeling. They gulp the feeling down and one nod is all it takes.

Holy fuck why hasn't he agreed to this sooner? The thought hazily crosses the Yonko's son's mind as he props their head back with their mouth hung open for any damming noises to spill right out. His large thighs are frames to either side of you as you mouth goes to work on him, your nails tightly crawling on his hips giving their thighs a good satisfying scratch that gets a hissing curse out of them and one hands desperately clutches onto the ivy covered bannister.

Yamato doesn't look down at you, the agreement made for his comfortably for now until they get comfortable but a voice in the back their head does cry to desperate to know what you look like but its something they push away. Another time, he tells himself. In the meantime their other hand ha a supportive grip on your hair to guide each and every bob of your head you make to them, every once in a while you pull up for sur you tell him such things that make the desire in his lower stomach swell.

"Your cock tastes so good," That. That is staying with him for the rest of his life. "-I wanna choke on it." Th-that too.

You hum and twirl your tongue around him in your mouth, exploring a diving as much of his sex you can until he can just feel how much of their juices are actually covering your face every time your cheek rubs against their thighs. Your tongue fucks and ravishs every bit of them you could possibly explore, pulling you only to say how handsome and good he's doing or even how hot their cock arouses you and how much you love playing with it - so much he can't even feel his face with how hot and bothered your making him.

Yamato's chest heaves in an out and the tight grip on the banister makes the stone material start to crumble even as you bring them closer and closer to the edge.

"Shit - shit - shit -" They hiss before something just snaps the second your tongue hits a sweet spot on him. His grip on the back of your head suddenly tightens, taking you by surprise, thrusting repeatedly and roughly into your face making you almost gag around him before you readjust your mouth and tongue to properly meet to his sudden change of pace around them. Over you Yamato's face contorts as they begin to let themselves go and allow your tongue to drag him to heaven through his orgasm that rockets loudly through him but that absolutely doesn't slow down their pace as they continue to fuck into your pace until finally honey bronze eyes roll up to the deepest part of their head and the banister next to him erupts into stone.

Yamato don't even process the next several tens of minutes that they flutter into unconsciousness, but when he does come to his body is loose and bring dragged on the floor with you above them.

"Oh you're awake!" You sound definitely surprised. "With you out that long I thought I had enough time to put you in bed..." Even with that amount of time though it seems you still hadn't cleaned the come off your face, so a large hand comes to wipe your cheeks a bit before leaning up to kiss the rest off your lips. It's your turn to be embarrassed for the night when he pulls away with a grin over their lips. "You didn't even wait for me to have the chance to wake up?" You eyes dart over to the side.

"Well you sleep heavy."

"And you could have thrown out your back."

"Well I didn't want you to fall asleep outside! Imagine if King or somebody walked by and saw you! You broke the banister." That's right, he did. The railing that once held the ivy wall was down several floors below to the festival grounds on the ground floor. Oops.

When Yamato does make their way to their feet, they do so with a loud body crackle. "Well, if anyone did find us they would've know how good you did me." He jokes, getting him a light slap to the shoulder before you bend down and gather his clothes for them. "Here, so you don't forget them like last time." A shade of pink returns to your lover's face. "Oh... right."

You both return inside where you walk over to your bedside and begin slowly tugging off your clothes, not saying a word that Yamato stands in the doorway bundle of clothes in hand and scratching at the back of his head for you to say something.

"You joining?"

"Uh-"

"You didn't think I would ask you hear just to suck your dick and would be it, did you? I mean - unless you wanted to then-"

"Nonono! I want to," Yamato ruvs at the back of his neck with a head tilt. "I just didn't know if you wanted to since-"

You give him a smile. "No, I'm not done cherishing with my big strong handsome man yet," You outstretch you can that bring him immediately to drop everything in their hands. "-come here."