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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Komano Manato x Reader

Contents: Komano Manato x gn reader. Not proof read, we die like men out here. Just pure horny ramble. I don't even play the game bro but that doesn't matter and I need this man rn. Enjoy y'alls smut.

18+, MDNI, NSFW under the cut

Komano Manato was a tower of a man, sturdy with a chest comparable to a barrel and strong arms to match. One big hand fanned itself on your lower back, keeping you on your knees while the other held your head down into the soft pillows.

Ass up and proper, the slapping sound of skin against skin was a distant rhythm to your buzzing ears as you were made to see stars behind your eyelids.

“That’s it.. you love me taking you like this, hm?” his voice filled with gravel as he leaned toward your ear, only receiving a cry in response that made the edges of his lips twitch in a smirk. He hummed in satisfaction when your walls twitched, squeezing him, fluttering so prettily around him he couldn’t resist the urge to push harder, deeper into you.

“Sing for me, pretty bird” he coos, pressing his hips flush against your ass and lingering like that for a moment too long, letting you feel how deep he was inside you, twitching and eager. “Let me hear you beg for it” His thrust only resumed after hearing your desperate pleas for a release, feeling his own climax nearing. It was too much, you thought through the fog in your mind, feeling the ends of your fingertips and toes go numb with pleasure, your knees about to give out and your lungs begging for that sweet air, but pleasure was more important than a swallow of air as Manato finally pushed you over the edge, fucking you through your orgasm that had you seeing sparks and white all at once. His own orgasm crashed over him quickly after, and he released deep within you, fucking you into the matres till you lay flat on your belly and he was flush against you, his big body caging you underneath him.

He remained still, still sensitive and twitching but not pulling out. His hot breath fanned down your nape in quick successions, his fluffy tail brushing against your calves as it slowly wagged in lazy drags. You felt so full and boneless.

Who knew pulling on his tail could crash the dominos that led to this.

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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The man he is. Geto-sama 🧎‍♀️

(Nsfw uncensored on my patreon link in bio!)

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Imagine being Sylus' non-mc significant other. part 2

Imagine Sylus had always been good at slipping into roles. A lover, a liar, a partner, a predator. Not because it was his nature but because that is how he survived. How he navigated a world full of ghosts and guns where names changed with the wind and loyalties died in the dark.

so Imagine when the mission called for him to play the doting boyfriend to MC, he did it without hesitation. Business was business. And nothing more. But you, you were never part of the plan.

Imagine you were something he never expected to find in the wreckage of his life. The softness he did not think he deserved. The quiet safety in a world too loud. With you, he wasn't a weapon, he wasn't a monster. He was just Sylus. Your Sylus. And that terrified him.

Imagine the way he knew what it looked like. The missed calls, the half truths, the bruises he wore like secrets. He watched you swallow your suspicion with grace, letting trust carry the weight of all the things he could not say. And you, you never asked too much. You never demanded more than what he could give and that made him want to give you everything. But then the mission came.

Imagine, the fake relationship with MC was meant to be a temporary cover. A strategic alliance masked in flirtation and staged intimacy. And he hated every second of it. He hated how close he had to stand. He hated the way MC would linger when the cameras weren't rolling. And what he hated most is the way he saw your silence begin to turn into sorrow.

Imagine he noticed everything. The way you started to flinch at the word "work." The way your smile faltered when he came home smelling like someone else's perfume. He noticed and it broke him because he couldn't tell you. Not yet. Not when the stakes were this high.

Imagine he never touched her like he touched you. He never whispered her name like a prayer. Never let her see the parts of him that he bled out in your hands. The vulnerable pieces you pieced back together night after night. MC was the mission. You were the reason he came back.

Imagine the night you asked about her and the way your voice cracked. That sound, that single, fractured breath did more damage than any bullet ever had. He looked at you and saw everything he stood to lose. Not because you doubted him but because he knew you had every right to.

Imagine he let it happen. He let it happen because he thought he was protecting you by keeping the truth buried beneath duty. But secrets rot. Even the ones told with good intentions. And you were starting to wither away from him.

"It's not what you think." He said but you already heard the guilt even before he felt it. Not guilt for what he did. But the guilt for the pain his silence caused you.

Imagine the way your silence answered. You did not scream. You didn't even cry. You just looked at him. You looked at him like you'd been bracing for this all along. And that killed something inside him.

Imagine in that moment, he realized something that made him feel like a sword pierced through his chest. You thought he loved her. You thought you were being replaced. You thought you were disposable. He made you feel that way.

Imagine that night, He stayed the night because he couldn't stand the idea of you being alone with that lie. Yet you did not touch him. You didn’t speak. You just curled into yourself like a wound trying to heal without being treated. And he lay down beside you. Not as a lover, not as a man but as the ghost of everything he ruined. Listening to the way your heartbeat refused to sync with his.

Imagine as dawn bleed into the room like a slow confession. He when and left with your back was still to him.You were quiet. The kind of quiet that used to mean peace, now it meant distance. The kind of quiet that he already knew he had lost you and you were just too kind to say it.

Imagine you were the kind of wound that he wanted to keep. The one that proved him that he could still feel something. And he would give anything to unlearn how it felt to wake up beside you knowing he didn’t deserve it.

Imagine he would give everything to go back to the moment you said his name like it was still a prayer and not a question. Because Sylus never loved her. He only loves you. And now he destroyed the only truth he ever had.

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🌶️SPICY WARLORD SCENARIO🌶️

The warlord predator deciding to use you.

Like that.

It’s after a battle and he’s still covered in sweat with his enemies’ blood on his hands.

And he wants to know what a human would feel like wrapped around cock.

He takes no hesitation in grabbing you, stripping you, putting you down on a surface. But you notice, that despite his violent nature, he doesn’t hurt you. He could rip you apart, split you in two but his curiosity keeps you intact and whole.

But his lust keeps you pinned. Keeps him rutting against you until the heat between your legs forces a moan from your lips. He laughs, tusks clacking and he knows he has you. Pathetic and wanting your captor to do as he pleases.

Sweat or slick isn’t near enough to accommodate his size and he has to use lube. It’s everywhere and wet and suddenly he’s everywhere and wet; arms on either side of you, sweat pooling off his chest. His cock pushes into you, barely an inch, then two. He’ll split you in two, one way or another.

But he doesn’t thrust in, not out of kindness or even size. You realize when you hear him sigh in a way you’ve never heard him before. Soft, strained with want and desire, but succumbing to your heat, your tightness that’s too much for him. He’s never been inside a human’s tight hole and you’re his first.

It does something to you, stirs in your stomach. It hurts when you arch your hips back, to force him to slide deeper, to take just one more inch.

You’re the one to make the warlord unravel before he can truly complete his conquest.

He comes hard, inside, on you, your hair, the bed.

He pulls back and leaves you gaping, filled and spilling his cum. Breathless. You’re both breathless.

But he grabs you.l and roars. There are guards by the door who heard, maybe saw, their leader last no more than 5 minutes with a wretched human.

“Ooman sorcery.” He grows to you and your collar translates for you. “I have mounted many before you and you are no acception.”

Except you are. He pins you again, forces you to look at him, your face in his claws. He could crush your skull but he leans in close. He can smell him; the earth, sweat, blood, iron. He overwhelms you, stirring the unsatisfied heat in your stomach.

“You will fit me.” He threatens, promises. “I will not be undone by a human. I will train you. And I will have you.”

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So I may have written a little something 😗👉👈....

ℝ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥 (short drabble)

Fic: Predator Killer of Killers

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Warlord Predator x Human Female Reader, Grendel King x Human Female Reader

Synopsis/Excerpt: You were not aware of the physiological changes in your body, so you were oblivious to their sudden interest.

WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW, explicit content, dark themes, alien/human, teratophilia, size difference, ovulating, pheromones, choking.

A/N: I did very little to no research regarding the culture/mannerisms of yautja so I kinda just winged this one, you guys. I needed to get this idea out of my head, even if it was done poorly. It was haunting me for days! 😭 Enjoy! ✌️

As a human, you lacked the ability to smell any change in pheromones. This made it hard to distinguish moods and social cues amongst the yautja, a race of alien warriors that kidnapped you from earth and forced you into servitude weeks ago.

This developed sense of smell they possessed would soon be your damnation.

You were going about your duties when you spotted him. Flanked by his entourage of warriors, The Warlord Predator was a marvel to behold, his massive and scarred frame depicting a being with monstrous strength and power. You've seen him battle at the arena and witnessed his physical prowess amongst his clan. He was truly a force to be reckoned with. You moved out of the way, providing them a wide berth, sticking as close to the wall of the cave as you waited for them to pass. You swore you felt the ground tremble with each of the yautja's languid steps, the audible scrape of his jagged cape trailing behind him.

Unbeknownst to you, you had started ovulating that morning, your female pheromones running rampant in the air and causing the nearest males of the group to glance your way. You were not aware of the physiological changes in your body, so you were oblivious to their sudden interest.

Then the Warlord Predator caught a whiff of your scent and nearly snapped his neck to look back at you. His intense stare unnerved you, your body on edge as his eyes trailed over your feminine curves in a seemingly hungry manner. Thinking you must have done something wrong, you quickly lowered your head and tried to make yourself appear as small as possible.

Your heart kicked into overdrive the second he stepped towards you. Trying to calm your breathing was difficult, your eyes widening with terror when his sharpened feet came into view and you felt the heat emitting from his body. He was like a burning furnace, your body sweating from the close proximity of the menacing male. You could hear inquisitive clicks and low rumbles from him, his curiosity evident as he tilted his head to observe you carefully.

A sudden, musky scent attacked your senses. It was a scent unlike any other, earthy and... intoxicating. Before you could question it, you felt your mind turn heady as your senses grew lax with the powerful smell. It was like a drug, your mind losing any rational thought as the scent nearly suffocated you. No longer were you tense, waiting with baited breath if he would kill you. Instead, you lay back against the jagged wall and mewled when the male pressed himself eagerly against your smaller frame. Everything felt sensitive, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You nearly choked on your saliva when you felt the hardened bulge on his loincloth dig below your chest. Inhaling deeply, you let out a weak gasp at the deliciousness of his scent and felt your body react strongly in turn. The small nub between your legs pulsated so fiercely you had to clench your thighs together to alleviate the unbearable sensation.

"W-what are... you...doing to m-me..?" You breathed out the words. You shook your head to clear your mind, only to let out a groan when he forced a knee between your legs and had you straddle his thigh. It placed your naked vulva in direct contact with his reptilian-skin, your feminine juices soaking him in your scent and making him purr with satisfaction.

The yautja glances down at your half lidded eyes and panting mouth, eyeing the strings of saliva with rapt attention before grabbing you by the neck and lifting you close to his face. He was not gentle, nearly choking you to death and causing you to squirm in discomfort. You let out a pained whine, hoping to receive some mercy as he dangled you feet above the ground. His mandibles clicked with the movements of his growling mouth, his language undecipherable to your ears. In a chilling tone, the translator around your neck lit up with his response.

"What am I not going to do with you?"

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Imagine being a human warrior on Yautja Prime... this is one long ahh drabble...

Taken in by an elder female warrior, she vouched for you in order for yourself to be taken seriously. To not be chased out and killed or put in the arena for entertainment. She practically raised you, she's your mentor, someone you always felt you can rely on.

For the rest of the clan, you're kept at a distance. You still need to prove your worth.

There's this one male in particular that seems to utterly despise you. He's the most celebrated male in the clan, an attractive Big Game Hunter who hunts monsters far beyond human comprehension. He doesn't even waste his time hunting humans. To him, and most yautja, humans are ugly little creatures who can get creative and unfair out of nowhere. We're basically the equivalent of goblins to them.

You're no different to him. Your face is weird and just wrong, and you're far too small and soft to be a worthy adversary. Constantly trailing behind your master like a lost whelp. He'd rather keep his distance.

A prideful traditional yautja. Arrogant as the rest.

Yet, when a giant scorpion like beast strikes him with its poison tipped tail, he has no choice but to seek out your master for an antidote. After taking his trophy, of course. Yet your master is nowhere to be found. Only you reside in the cave.

He's half tempted to turn around and muscle out the poison. However, he decides this is an opportune moment to test your prowess. To see if you're worth being your master's pupil.

He'd rather that you weren't touching him. He's a vain creature, you see. A "you can look but don't touch" type of yautja. Why wouldn't he be? He's incredibly attractive by yautja standards. Honestly, attractive by human standards too, but it's best if you don't tell him that. Don't want to inflate his ego any further.

The softness of your skin... it's not the worst thing. He's certainly been in close contact with more disgusting things.

You cure him of his ailment. Quite quickly, too. It seems like you're improving your master's recipes...

...

Humans certainly are crafty.

Half a day passes, you're sitting by the fire inside your master's cave, stitching up a tapestry for her. You feel something heavy dumped on top of you in a heap. Soft, warm fur enveloping you. It's a pelt on some kind of great wolf-like creature. You certainly like pelts, having started your own small collection of prey you skinned yourself. You remember seeing this kind of pelt on someone before. You certainly remember eyeing a yautja who was wearing one, thinking about how you'd get your own like that.

Just who wore that cloak again? Wasn't it—

"A gratitude gift. Think nothing of it." He grumbled as he stalked away, you only caught a glimpse of his back when he turned around to return to camp.

Your master stares at the scene, a look in her eyes that seems to be a mix of endeared and amused. In a way that only older people can look at young couples people.

Several days pass, and yet he hasn't seen you in his "gratitude gift" yet. Which ticked him off. He spent all that time hunting down that creature, just to create a fur cloak with smaller proportions than he's used to. It was tedious. Troublesome. You didn't deserve the effort. He doesn't even know why he felt the need to make that for you. You don't even bother to wear it.

But on this particular day, it rains. A torrential downpour fitting for the harsh climates of Yautja Prime. He sees a flash of silvery white running around the camp as he prepares to hunt for rations for the clan. You're wearing his gratitude gift.

...

He's only admiring his handiwork. He did a fine job in creating a fur cloak to fit someone with smaller proportions.

Yes. That's it.

He's only admiring his handiwork.

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‘i just hope ieiri-san figures out how to change you back soon,,,’ 🐈 (part who knows based on this fic)

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gahd 😩

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Nanami Kento, the one who entwines his fingers with yours as his cock fucks you at a punishing pace.

The man who’s cock is so large it feels like it’s crushing your womb, and each time you whimper his hand gives yours a reassuring squeeze before kissing away the tears that escape your eyes.

Nanami Kento, a gentleman through and through- even during the throes of passion.

Who is so handsome with his tousled blond hair and the most alluring eyes you have ever seen. The one with the strong jaw that clenches with every thrust.

Nanami Kento, whose breath hitches as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and bites his lip when your walls clench around him so nicely. Your ever loving, attentive, Nanami, who tries desperately to hold back so many noises because he wants to hear yours. 

The man who when he can't hold back, whispers your name against your lips, moans it in your ear and makes you see stars, calling to you over and over as if you're his only anchor to this world.

Nanami Kento, whose hips are unyielding, driving his cock into you over and over and over again. He is relentless, his stamina god like, and the only thing that keeps you grounded is the feeling of his sweaty skin against  yours- his lips ghosting over yours and his cock stretching your pussy so wide you can’t help but wonder if it’ll ever return to normal.

Who pulls out seconds before cumming so he can paint your pretty tummy with his cum- stroking himself through his orgasm, watching as he paints you like a canvas, admiring the masterpiece that is you with his lips slightly parted. 

Nanami Kento, the man who leans over you afterwards- his cum dripping down your stomach and onto the bed as he presses a tender kiss to your lips and tells you how beautiful you are. The same man who always pulls you to his chest- his strong arm wrapping around you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, never caring if his own spunk ends up on him too. 

Who cradles you in his arms- his embrace a sanctuary where you always sleep safely… where you always feel cherished and time seems to stand still. His breath tickling the nape of your neck as he inhales your scent, committing to memory before drifting off to sleep. His lips curved with a beautiful smile, his features softened by pure contentment.

You can see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch- an undeniable warmth, and taste it from his lips… This is a man who has never truly known love until now.

Nanami Kento, who doesn’t just fuck you, but instead makes love to you as if each moment were a precious farewell- as if each night would be his last. Pouring his heart into every fleeting second.

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more geto with piercings

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Goth Girl & The Monster

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Clan Head Yuta

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Ngl, he be on my "hear me out" list ahem...(,,•﹏•,,)

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fem reader intended

husband nanami who quit working overtime because he hated seeing you stay up so late- dozing off on the dining table, a warm plate of food waiting for him at 11:37 on a tuesday night.

husband nanami who carries you to bed, making sure you were warm before focusing on getting unready himself. putting your health before his, like always.

husband nanami who make sures to eat the food you’ve prepared for him, appetite or not, because putting your cooking to waste would make him feel even more guilty (if possible).

husband nanami who likes waking up and catching you in the kitchen, dancing to the music while preparing his lunch. sometimes he even sees you taking small samples of his food before stopping yourself from eating the whole thing.

husband nanami who goes to work with his bento inside his bag, staring at it his whole shift and counting the hours until he gets to read what you’ve written him for the day.

husband nanami who stores all your letters inside the first drawer of his desk, rereading them as if they’re motivational quotes on a coffee cup whenever his coworkers and boss start testing his remaining bits of patience.

husband nanami who leaves the office building the moment his shift is over and heads straight to your favorite café, ordering every single one of your favorite pastries- not minding how the number keeps increasing with every beep.

husband nanami who surprises you, freshly out the shower, with a huge bag full of bread you’ve been craving the whole week.

husband nanami who helps you with your post-shower routine while ocassionally feeding you, laughing at how your eyes never left the bag the moment he came home.

husband nanami who makes sure you actually get to sleep before 10 pm, leaving no excuses as he carries you to the bed again, but this time you’re laughing and gripping onto his shoulders.

husband nanami who traps you in his hold, lulling you to sleep as he apologizes for all the times he made you stay up late- sleeping uncomfortably on the table.

husband nanami who gets to sleep another night with your face as the last thing he sees.

and husband nanami who wakes up another morning, with your skin being the first thing he feels.

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better quality 😭😭