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Nene wears a pleasant grin to ease her lacking communication skills. Her empty gaze often unsettles those around her, birthing an unshakable solitude. Other’s discomfort is frequently lost on Nene, or rather, willingly ignored.
Pushing past her struggles in connection, Nene insists her feelings through heavy-handed devotion; Flesh between teeth is the way of her faith.
lore dump under the cut! (warning: manga spoilers)
Nene’s debut in the canon timeline is directly after Ogata flees the Karafuto hospital. She stumbles upon him that night on his route to the coast, and offers him shelter and clothing at her lodging in a nearby church.
He stays a couple days to recover from his recent operation and frostbite effects. Nene hovers near him throughout his recovery, excited to finally have someone to talk to (the priests and other child residents do not speak Japanese.) The head priest offers Ogata a sum of money to escort Nene back to Japan, since she’d had a number of altercations with her peers in her time at the church. Ogata accepts this, simply for the money, unknowingly establishing himself as Nene’s favorite person.
She aids him in his fake sob story, appealing to the ferry captain’s emotions to win them a free fare to Hokkaido. When they return to Hijikata’s hideout, Nene falls quickly into comfortability amongst the various outlaws. During the weeks in which Ogata relearns his shooting tactics, Nene acts as his spotter; They work together surprisingly smooth and comfortable.
At the climax of the gold hunt, Kantarou’s group rents out a room near Hakodate station for Nene to stay in during the fight. During the battle, Nene is overwhelmingly antsy and takes a walk along the train tracks in attempt to clear her mind. She encounters the wreckage of Ogata’s body shortly after the train passes her by. Completely devastated at the loss, she expresses her love for him in the only way she’s learned how. She wills herself to become one with the carnage, only barely noticing the heavy footsteps behind her, setting forth a story for another time…
TLDR: Nene becomes Ogata’s spotter after they meet in Karafuto, and now he has a little Thing to look after…. then she eats part of his corpse (ewwwwgross!!)
Notes: It is @imveryyellow's birthday! Happy birthday, you absolute darling. I am so happy to share this fic made for you. I hope you like it! Art source from One Piece.
The crude squelching of hips snapping against hips echoed throughout the laboratory at the base of the Charlotte's keep. Pace set in an impossible rhythm, all fast and jagged, Caesar Clown exhaled in shaken pants and huffs of breath with every in-thrust.
“C-Caesar-!” you whined, cupping his hand gripping your thighs to hold him close while he stapled you to his desk, “Please, fuck me harder! I can't take much more of this!”
Caesar couldn't agree more, his stamina slowly depleting the longer he held you against himself. It was agony for him, each muscle contracting while his knees creaked and begged him to stop.
With the backs of your thighs against his stomach, holding both knees against his much larger chest, he continued driving in his extremely larger cock into your tiny cunt while sobbing out your name. With each buck forward, your breasts rippled and bounced for him.
Paper flying over the desk, several bottles of unmarked, cloudy liquids scattered on the floor, Caesar felt his edge approach once more. Your walls gripped and contracted around him, fluttering innocently like the wings of a butterfly while you began milking him of his release.
“Breed me, Caesar! Give me your cum. N-Need it!” you whimpered, tears beginning to pool on your waterline and sting at your creases. “Please fill me up. Please, please, please.”
“O-Oh, sh-sh-shit-!” Caesar cried in defeat, immediately flooding you with thick ropes of white, viscous splashback pooling at your entrance and painting his stomach with his release. Your vision split with a crack of lightning, abdomen contracting and squirting on his crotch as his tip flicked a switch deep within your body.
Both riding through your highs, he curled his body against yours and tested the flexibility in your legs and back. Holding his cock within your pussy, Caesar looked down at you with eyes holding the greatest sympathy.
He didn't mean for this to happen. Neither of you did. Lying beneath him, nipples pebbled, skin erupting in a sheen of beaded sweat, and goose-flesh puckering at every follicle on your body, your brows furrowed and eyes clenched while you caught your breath.
“How are you feeling, miss?” Caesar asked you softly, laying your legs either side of his hips and gently caressing your cheek.
“I-I-... I-... I need more,” you whimpered up at him, leaning into his touch and already feeling another wave of need rise in your gut and hold onto his cock. Caesar clicks his tongue empathetically before groaning at the way your pussy began squeezing him.
“I know, I know, I'm sorry. I wish it was anyone else-... That I was anyone else,” he admitted softly, attempting to stuff you with his rapidly reducing cock to no avail. “I promise, not much longer. I'm doing my absolute best for you.”
You sobbed when he retracted his cock from your needy core, but your cries morphed immediately to moans when he knelt between your legs and began kissing apologetically against your overly sensitive cunt. Kisses moved to swipes of his tongue flicking against your clit before moving down and drawing his former release out and consuming it alongside your arousal.
Each movement he made was an apology against your body. Each time he bobbed and swiped his head against your core, his honey coloured eyes flicked up to watch over your features. He read your body like a book, a scientist using your wriggles and bucks as a guide for testing his hypothesis regarding your pleasure.
Encouraging your hands down to grip his horns, he allowed you to guide him to move exactly as you needed him to. Feeling you once again close to your release, he chased your ecstasy while you reined him in.
“G-Gonna cum again-!” you warned him, shouting as your thighs shook over his ears, “Hghnmmm- Caesar!” Caesar gripped the desk beneath your ass, his knuckles swelling with white from the firm grasp while you abused his head by bucking into his face. He couldn't help the way his cock began to swell at the moment you coated his face with your transparent cum.
Slowly mouthing at your sensitive clit before drawing down to your slit, he romanced you with skilled ministrations against your quivering pussy. You released his horns from your grip and slumped back onto the wooden desk. Paper stuck to your back as you moved to look at the man kneeling beneath you.
Finally pulling his lips away from your pussy, he peered up at you through humble and innocent lashes.
“Any better?” he queries, his lips glistening with your slick coating it in a heavy sheen. “Worn off yet, or do you need more?” He rose back up before falling back onto his swiveling office chair.
You took a moment to drink him in, noting how worn and haggard his expression was. Eyes half-lidded and lips pouting, Caesar was exhausted, but his cock bobbed up invitingly against his abdomen.
“More.”
Working as the administrator for the Charlotte family, it was your job to personally oversee the progress Caesar Clown was making on the remedy for Big Mom's predicament. The impossibility she had found herself facing was the fact that, while she could continue making more and more children, her sons needed incubators for their seed to sprout into new life. They were impossibly large, and no spouse she found for them were fearless enough to take them.
She tried everything to bribe their partners into getting in the mood for them. Money, sweets, alcohol, time away from her island, returning home to their families as a bargaining chip for whether they become pregnant - but nothing worked. All out of resources, she procured the infamous scientist, Caesar Clown, to produce either a sufficient option for external insemination, or the easier option: an aphrodisiac.
Caesar went with the latter option.
Extracting spores from mushrooms, pollen from flowers, and remedies from herbs growing throughout the island: he bound them together in a centrifuge before fermenting them in demijohns beside his desk.
As you made your way towards his office, you were in your own head about everything balancing among your duties. Seek out Caesar, organize a delivery for sweets, find the kitchen staff and stock take inventory, likely return to Caesar once more to check up again, visit with Oven and Katakuri to get progress on their away missions, organize tea with Brulee and Pudding, hire a new groundskeeper to replace the one Big Mom was unsatisfied with, visit Caesar again to triple check his development: all to be done in a well timed manner and coinciding with tea and biscuits in the main hall with Big Mom to fill her in.
Big Mom has been working you to the brink of insanity, and you have been neglecting your most basic needs. Although eating and drinking, you barely got any sleep and you had no time to seek out any romantic interests of your own. You were no longer your own person. You lived and breathed to serve the Charlotte's, and you wore that title remarkably well.
The only person outside of the Charlotte's you got to see regularly was the clown working away at his desk. You saw no point in procuring him initially on a permanent payroll for the Charlotte's, but the fact he was attractive, and he was very easy for you to look at and talk to, meant a lot to you while you interacted with one another daily.
Everything was always: ‘yes, miss,’ ‘no, miss’, ‘not yet, miss’, and ‘as you wish, miss’ with him. He would look up at you, regardless as to how much smaller you were than the giant, and hold you on a pedestal as his only interaction with the outside world of late. You could tell he liked you, and you truly had no intention of ever taking it further than that…
…Until you knocked over one of the demijohns and spilled the unmarked liquid all over yourself.
The reaction was immediate: Caesar hastily sprinting to his feet and finding clothes and towels to dab it from your flesh while cursing, not at the loss of liquid, but how you were immediately exposed to it. He babbled out about how he was yet to find a remedy for the brew, and how there was only one way to dispose of the substance from your body.
You were barely alert to his words. As soon as the scent fled to your nose and fogged your vision in lustful clouds, your panties immediately splashed with the haste of your arousal. Without even being touched by an external source, simply the wind Caesar produced against your body while hastily drying your skin and cleaning you up was enough to have you climax immediately.
The mewls and cries you expelled, your pussy spasming in euphoria without ever being touched, was enough to inform Caesar that his product was well in motion and coursing through your veins.
“Miss, are you alright?” he asked softly, disposing of the rags immediately. His hands clasped around your ankles to check in on you, but your mind was in such a daze that you couldn't do anything other than suck in a shaken breath. Your knees buckled and you dropped a stack of paperwork you were carrying on the floor beneath you.
“C-Caesar,” you whined for him, attempting to clench your legs shut to provide your pussy with stimulation. “What the fuck did I just knock over? C-... Fuck-... Caesar, I n-need-... I need-...”
Immediately, you leaned down and captured his lips with your own, morphing them needily against his while reaching towards your clothes and peeling them from yourself. Caesar muffled a cry against your lips, scampering backwards and attempting to pull himself away to save you from using him to defile yourself with.
In lieu of calling you the little title he'd bestowed onto you, he whispered your name against your lips to gain your attention. Using his chin to pry himself away from your lips, he tried to have you see reason. He knew there was truly no use, the potent aphrodisiac now taking to your bloodstream through your respiratory system, and in search of one thing only he could truly give you.
You needed to be filled with his cum, and you needed to ride it out for as long as your pulse beat with the aphrodisiac flooding your system.
Caution to the wind, Caesar attempted to be as careful as he could with you in aiding you to a comfortable position, but he halted as soon as your hands began touching his cock. He was nowhere near as aroused as you were in your heightened state, but your enthusiasm for him caused his cock to immediately spring up in attention.
Caesar’s empathy was unmatched in this situation. He knew what Big Mom wanted, and this batch was extremely potent. Although he found you attractive and adored spending time with you, he knew that you would never want him the way he wanted you without this.
As he removed your arousal-soaked panties, and peeled off his garb, slowly placing your back against the desk, the only phrase he repeated was two words to depict his honesty intentions.
“I'm sorry.”
Using the reserves of your strength, you moved to stand on jellied legs. Hastily closing the distance between you both, you straddled his lap and sunk down your dripping pussy onto his cock and sighed in relief at the merger. Caesar groaned out and gently began rocking you up over his shaft by clapping a hand on either side of your ass.
He was so much larger than you, even from this position, your faces could barely touch. Opting instead to nuzzle into his chest, you both lazily rolled in time with one another while you felt the need once again bloom in your abdomen and spur you on.
“I'm sorry,” he again whispered, moving one of his hands to cradle the back of your neck into his chest, “I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sorry it's me helping you through it.” Caesar's tears began to fall, soft sobs spilling from his lips which ticked up at the edges while rolling his hips in time with your own. “I'm sorry for everything. You deserve more than this.”
You couldn't help but giggle at his admission, not so much laughing at his devastation, but reactionary to the situation currently unfolding between you. You, an administrator to Big Mom, being impaled on the cock of the man she hired to create an aphrodisiac so potent it would make any partner willing to be used as a depository for her children’s cum.
And he was the best lay of your life.
You were uncertain whether it was the aphrodisiac, or whether he truly was as skilled to make you see stars every time his mushroomed tip kissed your cervix. Planting your hands on his shoulders, you felt the aphrodisiac begin to wear off at the sides of your mind. Despite the need no longer incurring, you felt yourself truly wanting to continue riding him.
“What's-... What's so funny?” Caesar sniffled out, causing you to look up at him while you continued bobbing on his lap. You darted your eyes between both of his, and smiled broadly.
“You're… You're not half-bad at this, is all,” you giggled, “Regardless as to how brief the interactions are between us, I do enjoy your company, Caesar Clown. I'm glad it's you.” You drew your arms down to clutch at his waist, driving yourself harder on his lap and riding him with a hastened pace.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered, moving his hands to both girdle your waist within his thumbs and forefingers, “I love talking to you, too. You're the highlight of my day each time I see you down here.” He matched your rhythm, feeling his balls begin to twitch and quiver in his gut.
“You are mine too,” you admit, feeling your need begin to split at your vision, knowing this was truly an eruption fostered by your own needs, without the influence of the aphrodisiac. “I actually find you quite delightful. Y-You're also really fucking good at this. Fuck, a little slower please? Can you please fuck me harder too?”
“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” he gasped, using his much larger frame to slowly slot you down in timed rhythm on his lap. “I-... You-... Fuck, I've thought about this since I got here. D-Didn’t want it to be like this.”
As you felt your vision begin to tip over the edge, you moved your hands from his lap and hooked them around his neck. Drawing him closer to you, you pressed a needy and passionate kiss against him. All tongue, lips and teeth, you christened his cock in a crown of lust while you tasted yourself on his tongue.
He moaned in your mouth, feeling his abdomen tense up and his cock immediately shot up a lighter expulsion than the one he had moments prior. You came with a soft whimper against his lips, both of you slowing your movements while you were engulfed by his frame.
Breaking away from his kiss and gazing down at him, you smiled with a soft promise uttered from your lips.
“That's okay, Caesar. There's always next time.”
After cleaning one another up and sealing the soft pact with a kiss, you made it through your duties in a timely manner. With a small spring in your step, you had a progress report regarding Caesar’s success for Big Mom’s consideration prepared with an anecdotal, first-hand experience of how the concoction truly worked.
Finally seeing a future for the generations of Charlotte's, she was in such a delightful mood, she dismissed you and Caesar both from the remainder of your duties for a longer weekend. Using this time to navigate your budding feelings for one another, you truly enjoyed getting to know him better as a man rather than a coworker. You became quickly infatuated with him, and he was obsessed with you and the way he could make you smile.
Just what it says in the title. Nothing to see here. Featuring my boy Rye and his sister Margarine, an OC by my dear friend @imveryyellow.
Let me paint the scene for you.
Imagine you're scrolling through your recommended page, and you stumble upon a channel you didn't know before. The preview looks fun. A mukbang channel by the looks of it, or at least there's a lot of food on the table. Behind the table are a man and a woman - siblings, most likely, if not twins - with vibrant, cranberry-colored hair, fun makeup and what you can only guess are colored contacts. Their clothes are pretty costumy too and you can't help but feel intrigued.
So, you start watching.
The twins - Rye and Margarine - are fun and energetic. They make you feel like you're in the room with them, like you're friends, just hanging out and snacking. Normally you wouldn't really watch mukbang streams, but they make it fun!
On top of that, the food always looks so good! It doesn't matter if it's sweet or savoury, it's always arranged beautifully, cooked, fried or baked to perfection, decorated with love and an eye for details. The meat is always juicy, the pastries fluffy, the vegetables and garnish colorful and just the right texture. For everything on their menu for the day, they always explain who made it - and every other person is referred to as their sibling. An odd quirk but also kind of wholesome. They seem to favour meats in terms of savory stuff, even if they absolutely love sweets and treats more. No matter what they're eating, they always end it with some gingerbread. Rye, the male twin, makes it himself, usually in the shape of little gingerbread men with detailed clothing, faces and hairstyles. Sometimes, they're even jelly-filled. He's a natural at that and viewers have started calling him "Gingerbread Man" because of it.
But over time, you start noticing the little details.
Margarine's mouth is way too large. It shouldn't be able to open this far, right? And why are her teeth this sharp? You're sure it's just your imagination, right?
And Rye... his canines are pointy, but that's just... normal human levels of pointy, right? The more you're looking at him, the more you're starting to think that that isn't actually makeup on his nose. Every time he turns to the side and his ears peek out through his fluffy curls, they seem really oddly shaped. But that's just an illusion, right? Or an accessory.
You're sure it's all in your head. Or a marketing trick that these two pull. After all, they're so fun and chill-
Wait.
Did one of the gingerbread men just move?!
Maybe that isn't a jelly filling inside of them after all...
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