★ - um... hi! I'm not dead, haha!! I bring you my Demon Slayer OC x Douma because I love him!
☆ - Douma x OC (Haruki).
Haruki sniffles wetly, curled in the sheets of his beloved with his yukata sliding off his shoulders.
Months. His husband has been gone for months with no letter or word of his well-being. He’s worried. Worried out of his mind because he wants his Lord back. The scent from his futon is fading, and there are only so many clothes his Lord allowed him to touch.
Haruki feels like crying.
“My Lord…” He mumbles into the night sky, curling deeper into his husband’s haori and inhaling the scent. Heavens, he misses him.
Haruki doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he thinks he’s dreaming when he feels someone brush his hair out of his face. “...my lord?” His grey eyes widen when he feels the cold hand of his lover glide across his exposed collarbone. “Oh, you sweet thing. Did I leave you unattended for too long, little pet?”
It feels like heaven when His Majesty’s hand unclaps his eyepatch bearing the scar Haruki deems ugly. His Lord’s expression shifts into something that makes Haruki’s stomach twist. “You’re crying, Haruki? Why are you crying, my pet?”
Haruki’s knees go weak when he hears his name fall from His Lord’s lips. He shakes his head because he genuinely doesn’t know, too busy rubbing his face against His Lord’s palm. “I m-missed you, My Lord…” A smile forms on His Lord’s face as he squats to be eye level with his lover. “Did you? Is that why you’re in my quarters instead of yours with my clothes scattered everywhere?”
Haruki’s entire body trembles when he feels a kiss on his cheek, grey eyes never leaving his husband’s rainbow ones. “Poor thing, did you miss me that much?” Haruki can’t answer when he feels cold hands trailing over his exposed collarbone. “It’s alright, sweet thing. I’m here now.” Douma lifts Haruki’s chin slightly to kiss a trail down his neck. “I missed you, too, for what it’s worth.” His Lord huffs a breath into his skin, and Haruki can’t suppress the noise he makes. Instinctively, the human wraps his arms around his husband’s neck and inhales his scent, relishing the way his Lord’s fangs slightly caress his bare skin, threatening to break the skin and draw blood.
“M-My lord…” Haruki sniffles, “I-I missed y-you— I-I love you—” Douma shushes him by smushing his cheeks together, tutting and shaking his head. “It was so boring without you, my pet. The Kizuki are always cooped up with whatever the demon slayers are doing, so I never have a chance to spend time with you.” His Majesty rolls his eyes at the mention of his coworkers, though he keeps his hands busy by splaying them across Haruki’s abdomen and pushing him down on the futon. “I have an idea,” he says, straddling his lover and removing the clothes on Haruki’s torso. “What if you stay here and listen to my followers' woes with me? If you beg me well enough, I’ll even let you wear my hat while you sit in my lap.” Douma listens to his husband’s mewls as he bites a bit above his collarbone, hard enough to draw blood.
Haruki all but whines. “My l-lord, haah, My l-lord please— I l-love it, l-love you—”
“Aht, aht, little pet.” His husband uses his thumb to wipe a smear of blood from Haruki’s pale skin and licks the spot clean. “You wouldn’t want the priests to get upset for defiling my chambers, would you?”
Grey eyes well up with tears as he shakes his head, biting his lip to keep the noises at bay. “No, m-my Lord. I-I’ll be good,” Haruki’s Adam’s apple bobs as his breathing stutters. “I w-wanna be good.”
Douma’s nails scratch his torso, hard enough to leave marks. “That’s a good husband.”
Hiii, it's kind of a weird request so I totally understand if you ignore
Would you mind writing fluff with some comfort for Dazai with a trans male reader (ftm), when the reader is very transphobic (only) towards himself, because he doesn't want to be this way cause it's not something 'socially accepted?' the reader is rather chameleonic n generally cares a lot about how he's seen and if he fits in, going as far to change his whole way of acting based on who he's talking with or when he can't mirror someone's personality putting on a charismatic, playful, talkative facade. (Basically a social3 in detail but not manipulative if u know that term) because of his desire to climb social ladder and massive fear of lacking social acceptance, he tries to gaslight himself into thinking he's cisgender most of the time, which only makes him feel worse?? The 'all I want you to do is give me all of your love&applause and for return I'll be whoever you want me to be' type of performer.
Sorry for being picky but please don't write the reader as a submissive scared little thing that can't be assertive at all I hate that in comforts I beg u
★ - this hits so close t'home cause 've always struggled with my gender identity n'stuff then I realized there's a buncha labels, too many f'me to care about ! *^__^*
☆ - Dazai Osamu x FtM Reader!
♡ - really hope I wrote him well f'ya anon ! O(∩_∩)O | CW: copious amounts of misgenderin' (she/her & terms like 'girlfriend are used for the first half, please be warned !!) & transphobic language !
[Name] looked at his her the outfit in the mirror, a black body con dress with a slit that ran up [Name]'s thigh.
The longer [Name] stared at the reflection the more an urge to throw up formed. Dazai would be the door for their date, and every dress [Name] tried didn't sit right.
They were either too tight, not tight enough, too short, too long, or too boxy— the point was nothing worked.
It didn't matter if [Name] put on a skirt or a crop top, they made everything feel worse to the point [Name] wanted to call the date off, but that would make her a bad girlfriend, and she wanted to be good.
The doorbell rang. "Babe? You haven't answered your phone, are you okay?"
[Name] groaned and opened the door. Dazai glanced over her outfit with wide eyes. "Wow. Uh, nice dress, but what's the occasion?"
[Name]'s eyebrow raised. "What do you mean? I always wear dresses."
Dazai walked into [Name]'s apartment and plopped onto the couch. "No, you don't. You told me you hate dresses and skin-tight clothes."
She glared at her boyfriend, a deep frown on her face before scoffing. "Okay, well, I like them now. Girls like dresses anyway."
The brunette paused his actions and stared. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
[Name] rolled her eyes. "What did I say?"
"You're joking, right? You aren't a girl— I asked you out because you're a man, and I wanted a boyfriend."
Boyfriend.
The title made [Name]'s heart well, like a warm blanket draped over her body. It didn't cause that sick, gut-wrenching feeling like 'girlfriend' but they weren't a boy.
They couldn't be a boy.
[Name] gulped thickly. "...I'm not a tranny, Dazai. What would my coworkers think? My parents? I can't— I was born a girl, Dazai, I shouldn't... feel this way."
Osamu gently holds [Name]'s hands. "Baby, what are you talking about? You've always been my boyfriend, you being born a woman doesn't change that."
"But I... it's— Osamu, it's not right. If I act too masculine, I could lose my job and have my neighbors hate me, but I fucking hate having to act like somethin' I'm not." [Name] sniveled, wiping his cheeks at tears that began to form.
Dazai guided his boyfriend to the couch and cupped his cheek. "You shouldn't have to change yourself to make other people happy. You're my boyfriend, the only boy in the world I've genuinely loved, and I don't want to see you destroy yourself for the better of someone else—people who don't even know you."
"If you lose your job for being you, then you could work with me. I'm sure Boss wouldn't mind having a new employee."
With a gentle kiss, Osamu chuckled. "And I'd finally get some work done so I can relax with my perfect boyfriend in the world."
[Name] sniffed as his boyfriend pressed another kiss on his wet cheek. "...is it 'cause you're lazy?"
"Eh... not lazy, just... working smarter and not harder!"
"Not working at all doesn't count, Osamu."
Dramatically, Dazai held a hand to his chest and rolled on the floor. "Woe is me! My boyfriend keeps bullying me even after I call him perfect! What do I do?"
He lightly laughed and placed a soft hand on Osamu's hair. "Maybe take him on a date?"
The brunette immediately sat on his knees with sparkles in his eyes. "He still wants to go with me?"
[Name] kissed Dazai's forehead and smiled. Even with the thoughts swirling in his head, Osamu always had a way to make him feel better. "He'd be delighted to go on a date with you."
you don't have a writing master list so I was js curious
i write for,
JJK, One Piece, BSD, JJBA (pt 1 - pt 7), Haikyuu, Death Note, Saiki K, Genshin Impact, MHA, Demon Slayer, Detroit: Become Human, and Chainsaw Man ! (≧∇≦)ﾉ
s'a very broad writin' list but there's just so much I wanna write/read and since there sn't a lot on here I might as well do it myself ! o((>ω< ))o
Guess who's back for that monthly movie list requesting? That's right, your favorite Satosugu sucker!💃💃
All jokes aside tho, I am in some *desperate* need of quality Yuji content that doesn't involve my boy getting yeet'en around like a ragdoll in Shibuya😔
So here is my prompt for today!
Yuji has a rich boyfie(reader) who is like- deadass the hottest thing to exist ever since Apollo, and they just love to spoil Yuji rotten in shape and form possible, being basically that dreamy kind of lover that gives their partners royalty treatment lol
Like, Reader is very gentle and soft with Yuji and isn't afraid of expressing their love and devotion to him, buying him expensive gifts, taking him to all sorts of dates and indulging in whatever couple activities Yuji proposes, cuddling with him on the couch, giving him those affectionate kisses(cheeks, forehead, the tip of the nose, back of the hand, whatever's in the menu) and just overall the definition of perfect lover you'd see in the books: fashionable, romantic, chivalrous, flirty, teasing and fun to have around. Also for the sake of simplicity, let's just say that Reader is a sorcerer as well.
I am a shameless simp if it wasn't obvious already, also if it isn't much of a bother- could you maybe write a bonus scene where Yuji shows up to Jujutsu Tech with some jewelry(could be a necklace, a pair of wristbands or one of those simple golden earrings) that Reader bought him the day before and Nobara, being Nobara, immediately notices the clearly expensive accessory and confronts Yuji about it, only for the boy to bluntly say something like "oh, my boyfriend gave it to me", cue to Nobara and Megumi swarming Yuji with questions cus they had no idea Yuji could bag someone, let alone someone who had enough money to buy something that you'd only see someone like Gojo wearing so casually.
Sincerely, '🌈' Anon.
★ - wowie you guys really like the rich reader troupe huh,,,
☆ - Yuuji Itadori x Rich! Male Reader!
You spritzed a bottle of Eros Versace on your wrists, rubbing the scent on your neck and behind your ear. Slipping on a pair of sneakers and making your way to the park where you and your boyfriend, Itadori Yuuji, decided to meet up.
You were taking him out on a date to celebrate your one-year anniversary, a date Yuuji excitedly texted you about at twelve in the morning.
"[Name]!" Itadori exclaimed, crushing you in a tight hug as soon as he spotted you walking into the park. You smiled as your boyfriend lifted you off the ground and spun you around, putting you back on the floor with a smile that rivaled the sun. "Happy anniversary—wow, you smell good! Is that a new cologne?"
You kissed his hand. "Happy anniversary, prince. It is a new cologne, I ordered it yesterday just for the occasion."
Yuuji blushed at the pet name, averting his eyes when you intertwined his hand in yours. "So, um, where are we going? Telling me to dress 'casual' doesn't explain anything."
Itadori was wearing a black jacket over a white zip-up hoodie with a black cross in the middle, paired with black jeans and a pair of red Converse.
"I'm not spoiling the rest of the date, but I will tell you that we're going to a mall."
Yuuji perked up. "A mall? Sweet!" He squeezed your hand as the two of you walked to a nearby mall, humming occasionally as your boyfriend ranted about everything that happened the past week.
The trip to the mall was an excuse to spoil Yuuji. Anything he wanted, he got. If he looked at an item for too long, you bought it. If he expressed any kind of positive emotion towards something, it was his. Hell, if he asked, you'd try buying the entire mall just for him because it was what your prince deserved.
Hoodies, zip-ups, shirts, pants, rings, necklaces, matching plushies, cologne—something similar to yours but not exactly so he smelt like you— and hats. Whatever your boy wanted he got.
After spending at least ten thousand yen at the mall, you went to a small burger chain Yuuji loved for a lunch break. Seeing him happy as he ate... three burgers brought a smile to your face, especially when he was concerned at your minimal order of french fries and ice cream.
Discreetly, you bought a bouquet of lithiasis flowers, tulips, and white roses; surprising him when he walked out of the burger place.
"Oh my God," Yuuji flushed, taking the flowers and pressing a kiss on your lips. "You're so sweet, babe, I love you so much."
"Lithiasis flowers mean an everlasting bond, tulips mean deep love, and roses just mean love." You kissed Yuuji's cheek, a smile on your face as the tips of his ears tinted red. "I love you too, Dear. Happy anniversary, and much more to come."
Yuuji sniffled. "[Name], I'm going to start crying if you keep this up— I promise you."
You giggled and kissed his cheek again. "As long as they're tears of happiness, prince, I think we'll be okay."
That made Yuuji audibly keen, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head in the crook of your neck. "You're so perfect... what did I do to deserve you?"
You patted your boyfriend's hair as you kissed the crown of his head. "You did nothing but exist, prince. I'll always love you, no matter what happens. You'll always be the love of my life."
You meant it too. You couldn't love anyone else like you loved Yuuji, and Yuuji couldn't love anyone else like he loved you. You were two peas in a pod, always together, no matter the circumstances.
"Where the fuck did you get that?" Nobara pointed at the Kirby sweater her friend was wearing. The Kirby sweater that she knew was over nine-thousand yen the last time she checked (which was two days ago).
"Huh?" Yuuji looked down at his hoodie before smiling. "Oh, my boyfriend got it for me!"
Megumi looked at the pink-haired boy from over the couch. "Boyfriend?" He and Nobara said in unison.
"...yeah? My boyfriend got it for me for our anniversary! It's super comfy, probably my favorite hoodie other than my yellow one!"
"Yuuji," Nobara started, "It's not April first, and you're a shit liar. C'mon, tell me where you got the hoodie from because I know you don't have nine thousand yen as pocket money."
"Dude I'm being so serious! You believe me, right Fushiguro?"
Megumi shrugged. "Not really."
Itadori gasped. "I told you guys like three days ago I was going on a date!"
"Yeah, with yourself." Nobara rolled her eyes. "Now stop lying and tell me where you got it from! Did Gojo-sensei buy it for you? I knew he had favorites but I always thought it was Megumi 'cause, you know, he's his dad and everything."
"Gojo-sensei isn't my dad." Megumi interrupted.
"Yeah, and I'm Jennifer fucking Lawrence."
"Don't disrespect Jennifer like that!"
Nobara groaned. "Yuuji, I swear on everything I love if you don't tell me where you got that and all the other expensive shit in your closet I'm hammering your hand to a wall."
"I told you already, my boyfriend got it for me!" Yuuji exclaimed, pulling out his phone to show them a picture he had taken on his anniversary.
Megumi stared with a blank expression. "It's photoshop."
"It's not fucking— do you want me to call him right now?"
"Sure, call this so-called 'boyfriend' of yours. We all know your charisma is horrible, Yuuji."
Itadori pouted as he clicked on your contact. "My charisma isn't horrible," he muttered, putting the phone on speaker as the call rang.
You picked up on the first ring. "Prince? I just woke up, apologies if my voice sounds weird, but did you need me for something?"
"Yeah, remember when we had our anniversary three days ago?"
"...yes?"
"Just checking, you bought me that Kirby hoodie from Hot Topic right? With all the other stuff I put in my closet?"
"I did, is the hoodie not to your liking anymore? I can go buy a new one if you want."
Yuuji stared at his friends surprised expressions, a smug grin forming on his face. "No, I just wanted to make sure. Sorry for bothering you, go back to sleep!"
His boyfriend laughed on the other end. "Alright, love. I'll call you when I wake up, good night."
Yuuji kissed into the mic. "Sweet dreams, I love you!"
"I love you too, Dear." He ended the call and placed his phone back on the table. "I fucking told you so."
"Where the hell did you find a guy that has Gojo-sensei money?!" Kugisaki yelled, pointing an accusing finger in Yuuji's face.
"Where did you find a guy who can sit through you talk about the Human Eathworm?"
Yuuji crossed his arms. "You guys are acting like I'm ugly or something!"
A silence stretched and his friends looked the other way. "Well... you aren't exactly good looking that's for sure."
"Shut the fuck up, Kugisaki!"
"You wanna go? Don't think just because you have a ten-thousand yen worth hoodie on I won't beat the shit out of you!"
m'workin on my inbox right now, but the thought of sentient stands will always have'a special place n'my heart,,
m'jus imaginin' Crazy Diamond bringin' you little things he sees around Morioh he thinks will interest ya, or whenever you get hurt he's always worried and overstays his welcome — stands are the physical soul of the user, so it's almost like Josuke wants ya to stay longer...
PLEASE, the soft "Dora," Crazy D answers with whenever you ask a question or talk to him in general, or the way he clings onto you after gettin' hurt,,, ໒꒰ྀི ๑>///<๑ ꒱ྀིა
Or Golden Experience giftin' you all kinds of flowers whenever you two see each other, slowly but surely makin' a garden in your home.
Star Platinum with his carin' but aggressive "Ora," as he cheks on you after fightin' a particularly tough enemy stand user, cuppin' yer cheeks n'makin sure you're okay,,, `(*>﹏<*)′
Had ta rant, JJBA is slowly takin' over my brain (Gyro Zeppeli m'comin for you in every way imaginable, watch yer back !!)
★ - hi... (´･ω･`) erm, I know 've been gone for a while (a very long while) but m'back and addin' two new fandoms t'my masterlist !! (Haikyuu & JJBA pt.1 - pt.6!!) - do be warned 've not finished part six yet (m'on chap 114!) so I can't write for every character!
☆ -Narciso Anasui x Male reader!
♡ - he's close enough, welcome back Diavolo !! o((>ω< ))o — forgive me if he's a bit OOC, 've yet to watch video essays on their characterization ＞﹏＜
Being Anasui's boyfriend wasn't the toughest thing on earth. Nearly dying after meeting Pucci for the first time was tough, having to escape a fucking fairytale stand was tough, but dating Anasui was like brushing your teeth with your finger.
Annoying, yes, but it got the job done.
"Love..." Narciso whined from behind you, pushing his head into the crook of your neck. The two of you were situated under the shade of an oak tree, Weather Report and Emporio ate on the opposite side of the tree.
"Yes, Narciso?" You chuckled, patting the top of his hair affectionately.
The other wrapped his hands around your waist and sighed. "Nothing just wanted to say hi," he kisses your neck with a content sigh, sitting down against the trunk and placing you in his lap.
You roll your eyes but decide to humor him, lightly trailing your finger against his forearm. "Hello to you too, Narciso."
Anasui placed your hand on his palm, looking at your matching nails with fondness in his eyes. "So small... perfect for a ring." He mutters as he stares at your (annoyingly) bare ring finger.
Narciso and marriage are like two peas in a pod. When you two first met due to association with Jolyne, his first words weren't 'hi', 'hello', or 'watch out there's a Stand behind you', it was "Please marry me".
So yes, even after the unethical first meeting and the disastrous first date, he's been deadset on becoming your husband no matter what.
That was fine; you didn't hate nor love the idea, but none mattered to Anasui. Once his mind was set on something you couldn't take his mind off it.
"Sucks you haven't found one yet." You squeeze his hand, laughing at his expression.
He turns you over so you're facing each other, your legs wrapped around his torso. "You mean it? You'll marry me?"
"You don't seem to have the whole proposal thing figured out, do you, Narciso?" You ask playfully, watching a flush grow on his cheeks. "I do! This isn't the actual proposal, I'm just...scoping the area!"
"...scoping the area," You repeat slowly. "We've been dating for a while, what 'area' are you scoping?"
Narciso groans, resting his head on your chest. "You know what I meant!"
You chuckle, rubbing his head softly. "You'll know if I'll marry you when you propose."
Your boyfriend looks at you with wide eyes. "Really?"
You smile, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "Really."
"This was supposed to be a picnic." Weather says, looking at you two with a deadpanned expression. Emporio tried to pull him away to no avail.
"Fuck off, Weather." Narciso glared at him, the affection in his tone disappearing.
You sighed—he was the definition of 'I hate everyone but you'. Even with his interesting quirks, he was still your boyfriend; and eventually, your fiancé.
m'have such bad burnout its insane <(＿ ＿)> NO ONE told me writin a script for a play wuld be this hard this s'nt fairrrr :((((( (I picked it with m'own consciousness)
aaaa m'very very sorrey m'dunno if im gunna be uploadin' anythin anytime soon ples forgaeeve me </333
if i see someone talk to me about mother's day, KNOWIN' how strained my relationship with my mother is m'gunna commit a war crime. have fun with your family I don't care, jus don't talk to me about that shit 'specially when you've SEEN how she affects me??
new blog theme has finished, m'like it a lot! (was thinkin' of using Shigaraki or Aizawa instead of Bakugo, but he's one of m'top kins so,,"
my rules have also changed! TLDR; I WON'T be writing NSFW anymore! if requested, they will stay up but other than that all NSFW posts will be deleted off my blog!!
could we get nsfw/kink hcs for nami and robin with a dom!male s/o? preferably just the headcanons without the mini-scenario. please and thank you!!!
★ - ewueueuwuew— m'finally off break !! (creamed the second m'saw this btw)
☆ - Sub! Nico Robin & "Cat Burglar" Nami x Dom Male S/O!
♡ - m'not good with nsfw scenes in general, so forgive me if its bad! Also, sorry s'so short, m'tryin ta get back 'nto writin,,
Robin loves it when you take control!
Havin' to be the unofficial caretaker of the Strawhats is very taxing, especially when their captain has the attention span of an orange cat.
She loves melting in your arms, loves it when you praise her and worship every bit of her, loves it when you hold and kiss her as if she's the only woman you care about!
She's into anything under the praise aspect. She also loves giving you pleasure, in any way that you need.
Having a devil fruit like she does is very useful in bed!
Brat, brat, and brat.
Sometimes it's on accident (SOMEHOW), and sometimes she acts like a brat just to piss you off.
She's good with her mouth and likes it when you make her work to earn her pleasure.
Tit-fucking is a common occurrence between you two. The feeling of your cock sliding between her chest, and how blissed out you look while doing it can send her to cloud nine alone.
Aftercare with you two is filled with light banter, soft kisses, and orange flyaways on your face.
Hello Hello!!📞
Hope ur having a wonderful time zone, author I just wanna say that I have read 2-3 of ur writings and I alr love it! Keep it up! ur writing's amazing.💗
I was wondering if I could request a Geto from jjk fic about him with a Curse! M reader, not a curse user, a literal curse like Mahito. But unlike Mahito the reader doesn't understand human emotions and from observing Geto (after he betrayed jujutsu high and became a cult leader) think's that its normal to kill and hate non-sorcerer's. Reader just sticks around in the shadow's and watches Geto and observer's his behavior until Geto notices and question's reader but after learning that, oh shit this curse is actually pretty powerful he might actually be useful, and promises reader to teach him about human's in exchange of him staying by Geto's side and helping him in his goal. Geto (as time passes) fall's in love with reader while reader get's this feeling that he can't understand when he's with Geto.
sorry if this is a lot to ask and if u don't understand what i meant, u can just ignore me and my rambling😅
★ - s'okay lovely, descriptive reqs are jus as interestin' as non descriptive ones! <3
☆ - Cult Leader! Suguru Geto x Curse! M Reader!
♡ - typical Geto stuff! racist ta non-sorcerers, n tha word 'monkey' s'used one too many times (toji only said it once, by that way.)!
Geto remembers finding you— a curse who's stuck by his side ever since he deflected from the Jujutsu world— letched onto the side of a very popular road for couples to hang out and do whatever it was that couples do.
The very first time you two met, he remembers your soft voice, body radiating heaps of untapped cursed energy—untapped potential. Your curled up body, eyes void of emotion looking up at him with something that resembles confusion. "You can see me?"
Ever since then, you've been stuck to his side. While he doesn't think of you as useless, it has taken a bit too long for the potential— the strength he wants to see from you come out.
He's willing to wait, of course, he needs all the help he can get before initiating his plan against Jujutsu High, but there's only so much patience one man can have.
Especially, a man who's already running low on time.
You're accompanying Geto on a trip to a 'money-collecting monkey', as he likes to call them. They went back on their payments to the...cult (?) home (?) and he came to give them some 'personal counseling'—which was what he always said when blood was more than likely to be shed.
"Remember why we're here, [Name]," Geto says as he gets off his manta-ray curse, extending his hand to help you.
You stare at him, muttering a small thank you. "Help the monkey?"
Geto pushes his arms into his sleeves with a smile that makes your tummy churn in discomfort. "And?"
"Work on my cursed technique..." You mutter, kicking a pebble on the ground with an unseen pout working its way on your face. Ever since Geto quite literally found you on the side of a road, you've been his right-hand man ever since. Even if your understanding of cursed techniques and cursed energy is slim to none.
You've always understood in the back of your mind that he needs you for something. He had to—otherwise, he would've turned you into a ball and swallowed it on the spot. He always says how you aren't necessarily a bad curse, but he's never said you were good either.
You've never understood what he meant by that, but by the way Nanako grimaced whenever he said it, you assumed it wasn't a good thing. Without knowing, the pout grew into a frown and you found yourself huffing. Humans and their weird emotions always intrigued you ever since you were born, but you could never understand it.
Which is why you've been with Geto for so long. He's the first human who acknowledged your presence, the first human to act (kind, was it?) around you, so by process of elimination he was your first and only candidate to learn from.
When you two reached the house you overhear Geto whisper something about how the stench of monkeys would get everywhere.
'... Monkeys = bad people, they make Geto angry.' You think to yourself as you rummage through the pockets of the clothes Geto lent to you, bringing out a small spray bottle and handing it to the male beside you.
The action seems to take him by surprise. His smile falters and he stares at the item in your hand for a beat too long, grabbing it with a 'thank you' and spraying it on his clothes with a tight expression.
"Come here, you aren't getting monkey on my curses, or around the house." Geto waves you over, spraying a generous amount on your clothes and on your face. The spiciness takes you by surprise, spluttering as you try to get the taste off your mouth and the burn out of your eyes.
Surprisingly—shockingly even, you hear Geto laugh. It doesn't sound like the one he uses around the curse-collecting or money-collecting monkeys, it sounds like the one he uses around Nanako and Mimiko.
'Geto laughing = good. He's happy or excited.'
The laughing stops but he brings up a finger to wipe the tear that fell down your cheek during the sting. His hands are slightly calloused but soft to the touch. "Come on, let's get this over with. I'd rather stay away from monkeys on my weekends."
Nodding, you follow behind Geto as he walks up to the door, planting three brisk but firm knocks against the wood. You make sure to stay a step behind him, your body stiff and your eyes blank in case the monkey decides to try anything.
The door opens a slither a pair of green eyes widening the second they see Geto. "G-Geto-san! What do I owe the pleasure?"
"Good afternoon to you as well, Mr. Ashido. From my understanding, you're to fund my organization with three hundred thousand yen a month, am I correct?" Geto smiles, but it doesn't feel nice like when he smiles at you.
'Monkeys make Geto's smile weird. All monkeys are bad.'
The man nods shakily, his grip on the door faltering slightly. "Y-yes, but I cannot make up with the payments anymore because—"
"Correct me if I'm mistaken, Mr. Ashido, but you were the one who said three hundred thousand, am I correct?" Geto interrupts with a slight movement of his head, his signature bang moving with it.
"But Mr. Geto—"
Then, Geto's smile falls. His nose scrunches up in disgust and his eyes narrow. That means he's going to kill someone.
Before either of you knows what's happening, a surge of cursed energy flows into your hand, and the man's body squishes onto the ground until it pops as if the gravity on his body somehow quadrupled.
Geto's eyes widen, staring at the eyeball that rolled on the tip of his sandals. He turns to look at you, equal parts shocked and amused. "You did that, didn't you?"
"Monkeys are bad, and you looked like you were going to kill him anyway. I'm sorry for acting out of line G—"
"Don't you dare apologize for that." Geto interrupts with a sharp cut to his tone, making you stutter and trip over your words.
'Don't apologize, Geto gets angry. Angry = bad emotion.'
You nod hastily, but the nagging feeling to apologize stretches along your throat, itching to come out. Geto huffs, walking down the stairs and dragging you by the collar. "Seriously, the one time I take my eyes off you, you go change the actual laws of space on a guy?"
"Sor—" You stop yourself midway, remembering how apologies made Geto feel. You opt to stay silent and let him drag you wherever it is he wants to.
As you and Geto ride back home on the manta-ray curse, you see the smile on his face from earlier still hasn't left.
'Killing monkeys makes Geto give Nanako and Mimiko smile. Feels better than what he uses with sponsors.'
"Did I do good, Geto?" You ask absentmindedly, shifting closer to him until your chest is pressed against his back.
Something that resembles a laugh comes out of him, but it seems airy. Still genuine, but not as hard as when he sprayed you in your face. "Yes, [Name]. You did well."
A slight flush and embarrassment creeps up on you, causing you to plant your face on his shoulder. It didn't feel bad, just new. The same thing you feel whenever Geto falls asleep on your shoulder, or when he and you stay on his flying curse for hours at a time, doing nothing but basking in each other's presence.
It feels great, and you're glad to be feeling it with the only human you would put your life on the line for.
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Some of the nicknames that One piece young boys would to use with you, their boyfriend"
꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Male! Reader, a lot of cuteness, really fluff, too much romance and sweet nicknames, established relationship
꒰ WC ꒱ : 140
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : I really want to post again but I want to finish all my stuff before, I have a lot of finish stuff that are only waiting me for translate and I'm taking longer that I should. Then I'm gonna post this just to see if I will hype again to finish and post more things :D Also I don't need to remember the rules, right? The banners are already saying everything
✰ Monkey D. Luffy
➛ My (y/n)
➛ (Your name spoken in a wrong or shortened way like he did with Law)
➛ King or My king
➛ My kingdom
➛ My sun/ sun/ sunny
➛ Mine
➛ My boy
➛ My husband (even if you aren't married yet)
➛ My partner (he used a lot until he discover that people aren't understand that in a romantic way)
✰ Portas D. Ace
➛ My fire
➛ My Sun
➛ My boyfriend
➛ My man
➛ Pretty guy (he thinks pretty boy put you in a fragile way, but he would use if you like)
➛ My guy
➛ My destiny
➛ My king
➛ My only one
➛ My heart
✰ Sabo
➛ My secret (you are not a secret but he say that because he want to have you only for his eyes)
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dailybridgerton
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