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they pay for your nails | one piece dilfs x afab reader

idk if this has ever been done before but i had this as one of my shower thoughts today so this was born. was gonna add smoker but got lazy.

mihawk, doflamingo (slight nsfw in his part) crocodile, shanks, katakuri

Mihawk -

Mihawk is a silent but devoted partner, always making sure you’re taken care of. So, when you wake up one morning to his side of the bed empty and cold, you frown at the realization he’s gone away for yet another escapade enforced overnight by that blasted World Government.

You sigh sadly, begrudgingly throwing one foot over the side of the bed and on to the floor as to not rot in bed all day, missing and awaiting the return of your love. Dragging your feet to the vanity, your eyes catch a thick stack of berry, a fresh bouquet of flowers from your shared garden and a note. His way of saying, “I’m sorry, I shall return soon. In my absence, treat yourself.”

You smile softly to yourself, noticing a newspaper with circled activities he knows you’d enjoy while he’s gone. A cheese and wine tasting event, a gardening show and small traveling flea market all happening in the nearest island over. Then, your eyes drift to the multiple nail salons he circled. The little smile on your face turns into a grin as you turn on your heels and head to the on suite bathroom, getting ready to prepare for your outing.

A few nights later when Mihawk returns home, you share supper and the wine you had bought on your outing for his tastes alone. As you bring your wine glass to your lips, your husband notices your nails. He smirks in approval as the dim lighting catches the deep maroon as your fingers hold the glass’s stem delicately.

“They look bewitching, my beloved. Almost as enchanting as yourself.”

Doflamingo -

For someone so deranged and ruthless, Doflamingo is an incredibly excellent gift giver, always dressing you up in expensive silks and fabrics. Every other day there will be a new perfume on your vanity and a new dress in your closet.

One afternoon, on one of the palaces many balconies, the two of you share mimosas and neatly crafted cold sandwiches fitting for the Dressrosian heat.

Doflamingo’s crossed legs switch, moving one leg over the other knee this time as the sun beams down harshly on his exposed chest.

“Y’know, I don’t think I could ever get tired of life on this island,” He begins, folding his arms behind his head as his hidden eyes gaze up at the clear sky, not one cloud in sight. You listen intently, sipping from your cool drink as he brings his face back to gaze at you. “This is perfect. I’ve got everything I want. Intense heat, everyone in the palm of my hand and a pretty little doll right in front of me.” He flashes those white teeth of his in a grin that stretches across his entire face.

You can’t help but smile at him as you reach across the small table to dab away some sweat beginning to form at his neckline.

“Your confidence never ceases to impress me. So effortlessly charming.” You tease, retracting your arm and tossing the napkin aside on the table.

Doflamingo raises a light brow and holds his grin. He places both elbows on the table with his face in his hands, leaning in towards you.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, baby. Tell me, what’s it like being the favorite of Dressrosa’s king, angel?” He questions boldly.

You glance away for a moment with a finger to your cheek, as if to think on it, but you already know.

“I feel powerful.. sexy…” You bring your eyes back to his shades ones. “loved.” You finish slowly as you place your chin in the palm of your hand, fingernails bare and colorless as they’re displayed across your cheek. Doflamingo notices, and flattery in fact does get you everywhere, but only with you.

“How bout you go get your nails done baby? I think they’d look pretty when you’re choking me after I piss you off. Or..” He smirks again. “When they’re wrapped around my cock tonight.”

And that evening, you return with exotic but tasteful nails, fitting to both of your likings.

Crocodile -

Being Crocodile’s partner can be difficult, especially since he always seems to have bigger priorities to handle. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t say many words of affirmation to you, but you know he cares.

There’s been many times you’ve tried to have a discussion with him about how his blindness to your feelings affects you, but to no avail. He usually ends the conversation with a dismissive wave of his hand and surprises you with a nice dinner later in apology. He always apologizes in that manner.

As much as he can be cold and not the best at romantic communication, you could never complain, he always gifts things to you. The man gives you the stars and more. But that doesn’t stop your need for reassurance from him.

“You never take my words to heart Crocodile! I’m sick of you brushing me off like some pet!” You exclaim in his dark office, waving your hands dramatically to emphasize your point.

Crocodile rubs his temple as he inhales deeply, letting the sigh out through his nose.

He doesn’t say anything at first, he only lets you have your melt down while lighting a fresh cigar.

“I just wish you would open up to me. Maybe make me feel like I’m a little bit more important to you as you are to me, but I never get that.” You state more quietly now, getting closer to his desk with scattered papers and maps splayed across.

You can practically see the annoyed forehead vein form.

“You’re really testing me, brat. After all this time, you still can’t see where you stand? If I didn’t value you, you wouldn’t even be here. Don’t make me repeat myself with pointless reassurances, my actions should be enough.” He growls. In a second though, he’s pulling out his wallet from a locked drawer under his desk. At your trembling lip, he tosses the expensive leather to you and shoos you off. “Go have some champagne and get your nails done.”

You weren’t going to say no to that. If there was one thing positively good about your melt downs, it always ended with you draining his pockets.

Shanks -

“Hey treasure, we’re raising anchor pretty soon here.. anything your little heart desires while we’re still docked on this island?”

You turn your head to your red haired lover approaching from behind with a small smile on his face. It’s so contagious and he’s got those warm eyes that always invite you in.

You shake your head softly.

“Oh come on (Y/nnn)~ you never do anything for yourself. The whole crew even agrees that you just go with the flow of anything. Why don’t you do something for yourself?” He questions, leaning his forearm on to the side of a wooden pillar.

You fully turn your body to face Shanks.

“I don’t really desire physical things. I enjoy what we have on board, and that’s enough for me.” You respond, stepping closer. You grab the edges of his shirt and adjust it over his chest more securely. “You’re going to get burnt.”

Shanks lets out a light chuckle.

“Always taking care of me. This is why I should be returning the favor to you, sweetheart. You say that all you care for is adventure with us, but when was the last time you got to just enjoy being a woman?” He asks, now holding your face in his hands gently.

You scoff at that, pulling out of his grasp with a smirk.

“A woman, huh?” You cross your arms.

Shanks holds up his hands in defense.

“My bad, treasure.. didn’t mean it in however way you took it.” He apologizes, but advances again, this time wrapping his

arm around your waist and tugging you securely against his side. “Why don’t we have you get your nails done? My treat. It’ll be a nice change for ya.”

You raise a brow, not fighting the way you feel against him.

“A pirate paying for his girls nails? Oh such a softie.” You tease, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. He chuckles again, returning your kiss with one of his own to the top of your head.

“Anything for a pretty treasure.”

Katakuri -

Being one of Big Mom’s children, there’s issues that are bound to come with it. You know that first hand while being involved with Katakuri. Needless to say, he isn’t the best with communicating his softer emotions, but he certainly tries.

So when he booked a surprise full service spa day for you, you looked up at him with a trembling lip and glassy eyes.

“Katakuri.. you didn’t have to do this..” You squeak out as the two of you stand in front of a sugary looking spa. He opens the biscoff door for you first, him following in shortly, bending his knees to fit through the doorway.

“But why not?” His deep voice is so in contrast to your high pitch still trying to be leveled out.

“Cause.. I don’t want a sweet commander to have his reputation ruined by some sickly sweet gesture, not that I don’t appreciate this of course!”

Katakuri tilts his head in confusion.

“Why would I waste my energy worrying about what some fools beneath me think? What matters is you, no one else.” He responds before walking to the service desk to check in, boots and chains jingling as his tall form strides effortlessly. “Fools talk, I don’t listen.” He finishes in a quiet murmur.

As he checks in, the lady behind the counter offers a friendly but nervous smile at his imposing figure. You watch, wondering how you ended up with a sweet general in the first place. When he turns back, you can see the small smile hidden behind his scarf. No one else would be able to tell, but you knowing his expressions so easy by now, you can tell just by his eyes.

“Nails first, my love.”

[formerlyknownas3839]

Mihawk vs The Seals

Summary: Every year, hundreds of seals return to Kuraigana Island to mate, including Mihawk's nemesis. His name is Neil.

Characters: Mihawk, Zoro, Perona, Neil the Seal as I imagine him in the One Piece Universe

Warnings: Some minor language, bittersweet mood. It's not crack, but it's almost crack. Crack-lite, if you will.

Note: Listen. It's extremely important to me that you know three things before you read this.

1) I haven't written anything substantial in several months. I was hoping to get The Warlord and the Revolutionary final chapters up today, but this happened instead.

2) I have been heavily on Neil the Seal TikTok.

3) This is my first day taking Adderall. I wrote this in 3.5 hours, starting with nothing more than a very vague concept. I guess that means it's working.

Take that all for what you will. Should I have published this? Maybe not. But here we are.

It was another day on Kuraigana Island for Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona. The two young pirates had been living with Mihawk for only a few months. Spring was slowly starting to reach the island, the weather beginning to warm ever so slightly. The three pirates sat down at the breakfast table, when Mihawk heard it: A loud, emotional braying sound from outside. He sighed heavily, placing his coffee cup on the table. Zoro and Perona exchanged a look.

“What,” Zoro said slowly, “The ever-loving hell was that?”

“That is the worst sound I’ve ever heard,” Perona added. “Like a vacuum cleaner sucking up a small elephant.”

“The seals are back,” Mihawk stated plainly, already feeling a headache coming on.

“The…seals?” Perona asked tentatively.

Mihawk sipped his coffee and sighed. “Every year around 300 seals come to this island to mate. For the next two weeks or so, the beach behind the castle will be their mating grounds.”

Perona’s eyes lit up, and she floated quickly to the window to look outside. A number of large, gray-ish blue seals were already beginning to gather on the beach. “EEEE they’re so cute!”

"They’re not cute,” Mihawk shot back, “They’re a menace. They’re loud, they take over the whole castle grounds, and they shit everywhere . Once they leave I have to have a company come in and rake the beach like a giant litterbox, and I have to spray down the bridge and patio every day. It’s a nightmare. A loud, smelly, destructive nightmare”

Zoro was trying not to chuckle at his mentor’s annoyance at seals of all things. “Can’t you, like, do anything about it?”

"Of course not,” Mihawk replied curtly. “They’re wild animals, I have no control over them. However, I did try slicing one up to send a message my first year here. They didn’t care. Then I just felt bad about killing it. I ate nothing but seal meat for weeks. Got a nice rug out of it though.”

Zoro laughed at the absurdity of the situation, and Mihawk narrowed his eyes. “You laugh now, Roronoa, but you won’t be when it’s 3am and you can’t sleep because there’s a seal orgy happening outside your window.” Mihawk drained his coffee cup and stood. “Both of you, come. We need to check the seal-proofing on the castle before we begin training for the day.”

“Seal-proofing?” Perona asked, floating behind him.

“Yes, I’ve boarded up several of the lower entrances because if I don’t they will get inside the castle. The last thing I want is to come downstairs to find a pile of seals sleeping in the living room. Again.”

Zoro and Perona followed Mihawk outside. Numerous seals were gathered, mostly on the beach, but some were beginning to flop their way up the paths, and some were swimming in the lake. Mihawk walked confidently through the fray, watching his step as he went. Perona eyed them cautiously. They were much larger up close, and distinctly less cute. “Mihawk,” Perona asked cautiously as one brayed loudly at her, “Are they, ya know, dangerous?”

“For someone like you, perhaps,” he replied calmly, though irritation still laced his words. “They can be quite territorial, but generally if you keep your distance and don’t bother them, they won’t bother you. I recommend flying a little higher than you normally might to avoid any trouble.” Perona immediately obeyed, floating an extra few feet off the ground.

The three made their way around the perimeter of the castle, checking various entrances to ensure Mihawk’s make-shift seal proofing was holding up, and making repairs where it wasn’t. Upon the path, a seal blocked their way. It was easily the largest Zoro and Perona had seen so far, its enormous body marred with the scars of many years in the ocean. Mihawk stood before it, narrowing his golden eyes and crossing his arms. “Hello, Neil.” The seal brayed loudly in response, flecks of saliva misting the three pirates.

Mihawk only continued to glare as he wiped his face with his sleeve. “Move,” he demanded. Neil barked in defiance, rolling over onto his back in a move Mihawk could only presume was seal for “fuck you, make me.”

“You, uh…you named the seal?” Zoro asked hesitantly, again trying to hold in his laughter to not make Mihawk any angrier than he already was.

“Yes, I’ve named several of the more annoying ones. This is Neil. He’s my nemesis. I hate him and he hates me.”

Zoro placed a hand over his mouth, turning his back to keep in his laughter, but he couldn’t do it. He let out a loud guffaw, bracing his hands on his knees as he laughed. “Neil the seal?! You gave him a rhyming name? And he’s your nemesis ?!” Neil let out a bark too, it almost sounded like laughing.

Mihawk’s face grew red. “Neil, move!” he demanded. As the seal let out a series of short, mocking barks it finally obeyed, moving off the path and towards the beach, satisfied that it had thoroughly humiliated Mihawk enough for one day. Mihawk took a deep breath and continued down the path.

“Watch your step, Zoro,” Mihawk stated as they walked, without even looking at the young man behind him. Before Zoro had a chance to ask why, he felt his boot land in something squishy.

“Ugh, dammit,” Zoro lamented, pulling his boot from the glob of seal poo Neil had left behind with a thwack .

“Haha!” Perona taunted in a sing-song voice, “You stepped in seal poo!”

Zoro grumbled, trying to wipe the bulk of the mess from his boots in the dirt. “It’s gonna be a long two weeks.”

And boy was it! Mihawk hadn’t been exaggerating about the noise. It was exceptionally loud, to the point where they were all constantly exhausted from lack of sleep. Perona even attempted to sound-proof her room by stacking her plushies in front of the windows, but despite her rather impressive collection, no amount of plushies was enough to keep the noise at bay with the room’s enormous, gothic windows.

Zoro and Mihawk’s training was often interrupted by the seals flopping along between them, paying absolutely no mind to the two men and their large, sharp swords. One day they attempted to move their training inside to the dungeons, only to find that a dozen seals had broken Mihawk’s barrier, and were now mating loudly. Between chasing the seals outside and cleaning up the mess the animals had made, they got no training done that day. As they cleaned and mopped, Mihawk could have sworn he heard Zoro grumble something about “never wanting to see a seal dick again.”

And then there was Neil. Though Zoro had laughed when Mihawk confidently declared Neil his nemesis, the giant seal did seem to find a perverse joy in tormenting Mihawk, personally. As Mihawk defiantly took his afternoon tea and daily cigarette out on the patio, despite the noise and the smell (a holdover from his younger days, and one of the few simple pleasures in his life), Neil would flop his enormous body up the stairs and honk directly at the swordsman, one time knocking over the small table and sending his teacup shattering on the ground before flopping away, letting out short, loud honks that Mihawk was positive was laughter. Perona tried her best to glue the teacup back together, but it was rather leaky and had to be discarded.

Neil also enjoyed standing directly outside of Mihawk’s window and bellowing at night, and occasionally charging directly at him. Mihawk was strong, but he wasn’t indestructible, and one thousand pounds of seal would certainly hurt him. Then of course, there were the daily “gifts” Neil left on the front doorstep. They appeared in the morning after breakfast, so Mihawk had no evidence that it was Neil, but he knew deep down that it was him.

One day, roughly two weeks from the day they began appearing on the island, the seals began leaving, their mating for the season done. Mihawk sat outside with his afternoon tea and his cigarette, not making the same mistake of placing the teacup on the table twice, lest Neil see it as an invitation. Zoro stepped outside, leaning over the bannister as the seals began slipping into the sea.

“How do you do this every year?” Zoro asked genuinely. “I’m exhausted after dealing with it once.”

Mihawk shrugged as he took a drag on his cigarette. “It’s only for two weeks out of the year. It’s annoying certainly, but it’s a small price to pay for the otherwise silence and isolation of living here.”

After a moment of silence, Mihawk chuckled, a noise Zoro rarely heard from the man. “You know, one time I was getting ready to set out to sea for a Warlord meeting. A mandatory one, another one of those ‘show up or you’ll lose your position’ things. I got to my boat and Neil was there, lying on deck, sound asleep. I tried to get him to move, but he wouldn’t.”

Zoro grinned. Mihawk so rarely told him anything about himself or his past. He was automatically intrigued, always curious to know more about his mentor, even if he’d never openly admit it. “How’d that turn out?”

Mihawk grinned right back, as if they were sharing an understanding. “I took a picture and mailed it to Sengoku. No note, just the picture. Didn’t hear a word back from him. Showed up at the next meeting like nothing happened, but Sengoku later gave me the same picture back, framed. He’d thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen: a powerful Warlord of the Sea, trapped on his private island by a giant seal.”

Zoro laughed softly. Something about the idea of the Fleet Admiral gifting one of his Warlords a ridiculous seal picture seemed absurd to him. But he’d seen the picture on the mantle, he knew it was real. Then, Mihawk spoke again. “He’s getting old.”

Zoro turned to him. “You mean Neil?”

Mihawk nodded. “I don’t know how old he is, but he looks more and more worse for wear every time I see him. I’d wager it’ll be another year or two before I don’t see him anymore. Or perhaps this will be the last time.”

Mihawk looked out in the distance, as Zoro took in the man before him. He could never be quite sure with Mihawk, but he felt that there was a certain sadness in his mentor’s voice.

“You kind of enjoy it, don’t you?” Zoro offered. “The back and forth between you and him. He keeps things interesting when there’s no one else around.”

Mihawk shrugged and put out his cigarette. “I won’t deny that I find him entertaining, even as he annoys the hell out of me. Animals are remarkable creatures. So human-like in so many ways, and yet not at the same time. I know he’s just a dumb mammal, but….”

Zoro only nodded, understanding what Mihawk was saying. He thought back to the Kung-Fu Dugongs in Alabasta, who took so strongly to Luffy after he bested them in a fight. He thought about the South Bird in Jaya that he enjoyed bothering by trying to get it to look in directions other than South. He thought of the Humandrills here on Kuraigana, who, now that he had bested them in battle once, had become some of his favorite sparring partners. And he thought of Chopper who, despite his Human-Human Fruit, was still at the end of the day, a reindeer. Animals really were remarkable.

A loud honking sound broke Zoro from his thoughts. Neil was flopping his way up the stairs, and landed at Mihawk’s feet, looking up at him. Mihawk looked down with a raised eyebrow. “I suppose you’re leaving?” Mihawk said. Neil only honked in affirmation. Mihawk nodded. “Well. Stay safe out there. You’re just about the size of a perfect snack for a Sea King. Basically a blubbery jelly bean.” Neil let out a series of those short, braying honks that sounded like laughter. He locked eyes with Mihawk for a moment before flopping his way back down the stairs. Mihawk rose and stood beside Zoro, and together they watched as Neil got in the water and, with one last look towards the castle, swam away.

Several months passed, and it was business as usual for Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona. As Mihawk and Zoro worked in the garden, beginning the process of harvesting the year’s yield, Perona floated up to them excitedly. “Guys! Come to the beach!”

“I don’t have time for a swim,” Mihawk said curtly as he plucked some tomatoes from a vine.

“Ugh, what? No! Just…just shut up and come with me!” She turned and floated away, clearly expecting the men to drop everything and follow her. Mihawk looked to Zoro, who only shrugged and rose to his feet, dropping his gloves in the dirt. Mihawk sighed and begrudgingly did the same.

The two swordsmen followed Perona, who kept looking behind to make sure they were following, though not nearly fast enough for her. And when Mihawk crested the hill and looked out at the beach below him, his eyes widened in surprise to see Neil there, honking loudly in greeting. And not just Neil - with him were six seal pups, perhaps a few months old.

Perona squealed in delight, doing flips in the air. “Aren’t they cute?!” Mihawk could only chuckle as he approached his old nemesis.

Neil brayed happily, bouncing on his flippers and pushing the small seals with his snout towards Mihawk, who crossed his arms and chuckled. “You wanted me to meet your children, huh?” Neil honked in affirmation.

Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona sat down on the beach, allowing the seal pups to approach them. He wouldn’t say it, but they were actually quite cute. “Congratulations, Neil,” Mihawk said, his lips upturning in a slight grin. “Shall I fetch you a cigar and some whiskey to celebrate?”

That loud, honking laugh again. The one Mihawk had grown so accustomed to over his time living at the castle, the one that made Mihawk confident that even if Neil couldn’t speak the language of humans, he certainly understood every word they said.

Neil watched as the pups sniffed around the humans, eventually deeming them safe enough to accept pets, and one even crawled into Zoro’s lap for a nap, as if he’d found a kindred spirit in the green-haired swordsman. Then, satisfied, Neil let out one last bray, before turning and flopping his way back into the water. Mihawk rose quickly, going after him, not even caring that the surf was covering his boots. “Neil! Stop! I’m not a babysitter! I already have two children I don’t want, I don’t need more!”

Neil only turned and looked directly at Mihawk, and in that moment, Mihawk understood: this was Neil’s last journey to Kuraigana Island. He wasn’t coming back. Whatever may have happened to the mother, Neil was leaving his pups in the care of someone he trusted. They were still too small to make it in the wild on their own, and Neil wanted to give them the best chance at survival and a safe haven to return to, just as he had been doing for so many years.

Mihawk nodded and approached Neil, who was still looking up at him with glossy, black eyes. For the first time, Mihawk noticed a cloudiness in the seal’s eyes: cataracts. For how long had Neil had this problem and Mihawk hadn’t even noticed? Could he have taken him to a veterinarian? Could he have gotten him help if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with their cat-and-mouse game? Mihawk felt a pang in his chest as he reached out and placed a calloused hand gently on Neil’s head, petting him gently.

“I’ll take care of them,” he said, trying to hide the hoarseness appearing in his voice. “As long as they’re on this island, they will be safe.” Neil blinked and honked lowly, something Mihawk could only interpret as “thank you.” And with that, Neil flopped into the sea and swam away, leaving Mihawk standing on the shore with Zoro, Perona, and the pups.

Mihawk allowed himself a minute to mourn his odd friend, then turned and walked back to where Zoro and Perona sat with the seal pups. It was clear the two younger pirates understood what had just happened, and Perona had silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

“So what now?” she asked quietly, gently stroking the seal pup before her.

Mihawk sighed, picking up one of the pups and holding it out in front of him. It looked quite like Neil, but had a smattering of light gray spots on its fur. Its glossy black eyes looked at him with curiosity and it cocked its head to the side, taking in the man before it, before immediately peeing. The swordsman could only laugh softly. This was definitely Neil’s child.

He placed the seal gently on the ground, and it happily bounced over to its siblings. “Well,” he said, “I’m going to go change my clothes. Then, I suppose, we’re going fishing. We have six new mouths to feed after all.”

Zoro and Perona smiled, Perona wiping the tears from her face. They rose and followed Mihawk, and the six seal pups flopped along cheerily behind them, ready to explore their new home.

[strawberryjelliez]

spicy time with mihawk headcanons

- i think he enjoys biting into cherries and then kissing his partner. he thinks the sweetness and coloring of a cherry suits them so well.

- doesn’t use vulgar dirty talk (pussy, cock, slut, etc)

- i also believe he doesn’t degrade, and if he does it’s either light or because he was asked to

- a worshipper. he will make his partner will feel like a god/goddess.

- is an EATER, and he likes to give more than receive.

- depending on his mood, he is into bondage and can get a bit rough at times

- will let his partner top

- very experimental

- he does different positions, but prefers missionary or cowgirl. he likes to hold his partner’s hand(s) in either position.

- consent to him is EVERYTHING.

- he keeps his eyes locked on his partner the entire time. he loves to see their reactions.

- typically sex with him always begins with something romantic before hand (an evening stroll in the garden, candlelit dinner, coming back from a date he planned, etc) but sometimes it’s random and unexpected, especially if he’s cuddling his partner before sleeping for the night and things escalate.

- will talk his partner through it and tell them how much he loves them. he loves to make them feel as loved, treasured and desired as possible.

- THE PET NAMES (darling, mi vida, my dearest)

- will kiss every inch of skin. some nights, he’ll start his kisses off while his knees are on the ground, holding his partners leg and placing gentle kisses from the ankle allllll the way to their thigh. other times, he starts with his partners neck.

- he takes his time. he enjoys every moment and savors it as if it’s his last.

- i’ve seen this headcanon in a lot of places, but i too, believe he likes to let his partner wear his hat during anything intimate, it gives him such a rush.

- definitely likes thighs.

- “mi vida, my world… do confess your deepest desires and they’ll be yours.”

- is just a big ol softie at heart for his partner.. and he knows it. but it’s for his partners eyes only. he’s so, so, incredibly in love.

[strawberryjelliez]

Period tits | Geto x Reader

contains: soft nsfw, breast admiration, tit kissing

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Suguru knew not to touch. But that didn’t stop him from making it known that he was staring.

He always admired how full and round your tits became when your time of the month wrapped back around. They were just begging to be sucked on and played with.

Of course, he loves your tits in any way shape or form, but something about the way your period made them glow almost have him loosing control and wanting to massage them with those large hands of his if it weren’t for how sore they got. He found that out once when you stepped out of the shower and he tried to cop a feel, only to get his hand swat away by you.

Instead, he settles for just staring at them lovingly. And making it blatantly obvious that if he could, he would do all kinds of things to your tits if you just allowed him to.

“The least you could do is let me kiss them.” Suguru looks over to you from your shared bed, watching your boobs bounce slightly as you take off your bra after a long day of errands.

“Fuuuuckk that feels good. And no, you can’t, knowing you, you’ll get carried away.”

Suguru smirks.

“Oh sweet girl, you know me too well. I can’t help myself, your tits are beautiful, especially in the state they are right now. Just wanna put my mouth on them and watch pleasure wash over my sweethearts pretty face.”

You roll your eyes, smiling at Suguru. You take off your pants and throw on a baggy t-shirt, something comfy enough to crawl into bed with Suguru and call it a night. He pulls up the comforter, inviting you in next to him, which you easily accept. Your back rests against the headboard of your bed, his sweet face looking up at you as you lift your shirt up.

“Sugu.. if you’re gentle, I’ll let you kiss my tits… but do not touch them, they fucking hurt.”

Suguru’s eyebrows raise in amusement at the sight of them sitting there ready to be touched by him.

“You’re being generous enough to let me now? Thank you love, I promise, I’ll be gentle.”

And with that, Suguru’s right hand finds a resting place on your waist, pulling himself closer up to you. His lips got to work gently, pressing soft kisses down your cleavage followed by his tongue leaving a trail of his saliva. You lean your head back at the feeling of being completely relaxed by his kisses.

Should have let him do this sooner.

[strawberryjelliez]

Tracing his name over your clit | Geto x Reader

contains: cunnilingus, suguru adoring you, slight overstimulation

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“Fuccckkk Sugu—” You groan, your pretty little head resting against the plush pillow while your boyfriend’s at work going down on you. Both of his large hands squeeze the flesh of your thighs in between his fingers, kneading them every second, you could already feel the sore bruises starting. “It’s late, are you sure you want to get me off right now?”

He picks his head up for a second, the shine from your arousal sticking to his lips.

“Just lay there and look pretty for me sweet girl, I just want to make you feel good, yeah?”

Without another word, his face disappears between your thighs again quickly going back to his fun. He knew this wouldn’t take long anyway, his mouth alone is enough to make you squirt all over his beautiful face. But he always made sure to take his time with you, just for his sweet girls pleasure.

You let out a sigh of pleasure while your fingers rake through his soft hair. Between him going back and forth between soft kisses peppering your clit, and then moving on to full on making out with your pussy, you would cum any moment with the way he performs his magic. Especially when you listen to the filthy wet sounds of his lips doing their job.

He does this almost every night, he must think it makes you relax more for a good nights rest. More often than not, it lead to his cock pounding desperately into you, but sometimes, like tonight, he just enjoyed mouth fucking your cunt until you fall asleep. You swore he did this more for his pleasure than your own, but in the end, you both win, so who can complain? He gets to eat you out, and you get an orgasm out of it.

Suguru pops his head up for a minute, replacing his mouth on your clit with this middle finger. His body leans upwards to you press a deep kiss to your lips, groaning into your mouth.

“Oh sweet girl, my darling love, I could make out with this pussy for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. It’s fucking mine.”

And with that, Suguru’s mouth returns to your pussy, his tongue lapping up every bit of your arousal. You feel him smirk against you, and then his tongue work unfamiliar motions over your clit… as if he was spelling out a word.

Your eyebrows knit together in ecstasy, realizing what he spelled out. His name.

Suguru.

With the realization of him marking you, plus the new motions of his tongue… you come undone just like that, cumming in his mouth.

Suguru licks and sucks gently, helping you all the way through your orgasm until the pleasure becomes overstimulation, your thighs shaking and Suguru having to hold them still to continue going down on you.

“N- no Sugu— too tired now—”

Suguru stops what he’s doing and his eyes soften at how beautiful you look.

“You sure pretty? Hm? I can fuck that pretty face of yours to sleep again.”

“N- no— I can’t handle this tonight… sleepy..” You moan out, squeezing your thighs together to get Suguru to stop his actions.

Suguru offers a sweet smile, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling. He pulls himself up next to you and presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Another time, then.”

[strawberryjelliez]

Getting off on his thigh | Geto x Non sorcerer reader

RAHHH it’s my big dick daddy cutie pie sugar pookie suguru’s birthday today. i just wanted to write something quick and spicy for him cuz i love him. i rushed this so i apologize about the fast pace of it.

contains: masturbation, slight mention of non con, thigh riding

♡

How the fuck did this come to be? Getting off to your leader in the late hours of every night was the most least expected thing to come out of staying with him and his little group.

You couldn’t help yourself though, how could you? Especially with the way the man carries his whole image with so much grace and charm. His disposition is so inviting, warm even… considering the cruel and manipulative nature of his ideals. His voice is so soft and kind, it’s so fitting for someone like him; someone who will try his absolute best to come off as soft spoken as possible to convince you into joining his little cult. And, you absolutely can’t resist the sound of how soft that voice is… especially when you imagine how it sounds as he’s fucking you senseless.

“My my, you’re such an obedient little thing, so easy to please.” You pretend Geto says this to you as your middle finger works over your clit at a comfortable pace you’re familiar with.

Oh the way this would feel sooo much better if it were just him getting you off instead of your own hand.

“F- fuck- Suguru-” You hiss between clenched teeth.

The only reason you’re even staying with them is because you shared similar ideals as Geto and his cult. Not that you were special to them or anything, they definitely didn’t look at you like you were any better than what Geto calls “monkeys.” You were one of them after all, just with more benefits that they sought after. You came in handy from time to time.

Fucking close.. so fucking close. You think, eyes squeezing shut. Just one more nasty thought of him would send you over the edge.

Until a knock starts at your door.

Fuck.

Your body instantly freezes, your hand coming to a halt and eyes widened in a state of panic as they peer over to the analog clock on the wall.

1:30 a.m.

Who the fuck could possibly want something with you this late?

An inner conflict began in your head on whether or not to pretend to be asleep or to respond to the person on the other side.

“(Y/n).”

Your heart skips a beat and your stomach feels as if it just did a little flip.

It’s Geto. Oh the irony of the situation. The fact you’ve spent countless nights with your hand inside yourself to the idea of him, and now here he is, right behind your door.

“Just one second!” You call to him, frantically jumping out of your bed and throwing on a silky robe that just so happened to be next to you. You tie the belt around your waist and head towards your door. When you open it, there reveals Geto in his usual attire, a small smile spread across his lips. You can’t help but offer one back, it’s just so charming.

“Prowling around the corridors this late?” You joke. Sometimes you forget that your life is in his hands, any of theirs for that matter… but it’s in your nature to tease anyone, and most of the time, the little group didn’t seem to mind.

“Just a bit restless unfortunately. I thought a night stroll would do some wonders for the racing thoughts,” He responds. “I just so happened to stumble upon hearing your voice coming from your room so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Your heartbeat picks up.

“You… you heard my voice? What all did you hear?”

Geto’s grin widens.

“Mind if I stay awhile?” He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond as he invites himself in, his body pushing right passed you.

You slowly shut your door behind you, confused as to what the meaning of all this was. Did he hear you saying his name?

“Master Geto, with all due respect, if you want company wouldn’t you prefer us going to get some tea instead of hanging out around my room?”

Suddenly, Geto’s face is turned to you and ends up inches away from yours.

“Shall I help you finish?” He whispers, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek.

Your cheeks heat up from the boldness of his question.

“I- I’m sorry?”

“Did I not make myself clear? Allow me to elaborate, I heard you. I was actually passing by your door when I heard you desperately moaning my name. Let me help you get off properly.”

You feel your cunt twitch at his comment. Whatever arousal that disappeared before was surely back now. Holy fuck is this real right now?

Without even realizing it, you feel Geto’s lips graze against your jawline before peppering soft kisses along side it.

You can’t help yourself. Without thinking or remembering your insignificance in his presence, you throw your arms around his neck and lead the both of your bodies to your bed.

As Geto sits down on to the plushness of your mattress, his big hands hold your waist, moving you on top of his leg and steadying you so that your cunt sits on the surface of his thigh.

“Use my thigh. It’ll feel much better than your fingers. I’ll be here for moral support, after all, you have the image of me right in front of you now.” Geto smiles, his eyes closing.

He can’t be serious.

Any other time you would be embarrassed by this WHOLE situation; you getting caught, him wanting you to get yourself off right on top of him, him getting a show out of you being an absolute mess for him. But at this current point, you didn’t care.

You bite your lower lip and slowly move yourself back and forth on his thigh. Fuck, he’s right. Grinding against him feels sooo much than your lousy fingers when they try to get you to cum. And his sharp eyes staring at you really set the mood.

You let out tiny whimpers, throwing your arms around his neck. Your fingers pull at his hair, gently tugging strands of it.

“Mm.. fuck, fuck… fe- feels so good.” You whimper gently.

“Mmm, yeah? Feels good?” Geto whispers, examining your dazed out face. God, he’s never seen someone so beautiful before. For a non sorcerer, he has to admit you really are a treat. He wouldn’t mind this every now and again.

Your silk robe slowly falls down your shoulders with each trust of your hips. Each time it slides down, it reveals more and more of your chest. Geto stares at your lace bra, admiring how it complimented your breasts so nicely. The color suits your personality so well too. He could cum in his own pants at the idea of seeing you in all different types of lingerie.

“Fuck, fuck fuck..”

“Are you doing okay sweetheart?” He smirks, his hand coming to support the small of your back. It helped a lot with the ache starting to form. He must have noticed you starting to give out, what a kind action of him.

“Fuck.. ne- need more.” You grunt as you shift your weight higher up to sit on top of Geto’s lap. Much to your surprise, you feel his own erection. As soon as you feel his hard on, you become eager. Your hips automatically start to grind against his clothed cock almost mindlessly.

Geto’s hand reaches behind your head and cups the back of your skull, pushing your face towards him.

“Now now, just who do you think you are? I didn’t say you could fuck yourself on my cock, but I’ll let it slide. It’s quite amusing watching you grow so desperate for me.” He grins, then for the first time, presses a kiss to your mouth. You can’t help but relish in it, kissing him back with the same force. You’ve waited so long for this dream to be real, of course you were gonna enjoy this moment.

You moan into his mouth, earning some stifled grunts from him as well each time your wet cunt presses against his cock. He catches himself thrusting against you a few times to relieve the throbbing pain in his pants.

Geto pulls away from the kiss, his hand coming up to cop a feel of your tit.

“Tell me sweet girl, what am I doing to you in those dirty fantasies of yours?” Geto whispers into your ear, making you moan out like a fucking whore. “Go on, what filthy actions am I doing to make you come so undone like this? What am I doing to make you desire to touch yourself so beautifully?”

Geto takes one of your hands into his, fingers lacing together perfectly.

“Struggling to find your words? Allow me to guess then. Do you think about how I can fuck you at any given time with no mercy? How effortlessly I can take advantage of you? I can easily take you and shove your delicate body into your mattress while fucking your needy cunt whenever I please.”

His words had you closer and closer to your desired orgasm. Your hips were on fire from the way you’ve been grinding on him.

“Use your words (Y/n), what do you want me to do to you?”

Fuck. He’s so persistent.

“Fuck me Suguru! Just fucking fuck me!” You cry out, hips wanting to give out any second.

And with that, Geto’s smug grin widens, and his hand reaches down between your thighs, long and rough fingers delicately slipping passed the waistband of your panties.

“There you go, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Make a mess for me baby.”

[letmeshoujo]

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[mikepot300]

one pass for one kiss good job akko

[johannesviii]

Shout out to all the little plants growing in the pavement cracks

I love you, little plants

You make everything look better

Especially abandoned places

You’re doing a very important job

Have a nice day

[hunterxholiday16]

From @rabiscosetal to @goshdernitken

[drawbauchery]

Aquamarine is the right size for Jasper to dropkick

[cupnoodles]

「Did you finish the song yet?」「 …Geez!」

[theforce]

i was 14 and i was walking through a mall by myself at 12am after my shift at coldstone creamery lol and a bunch of men started whistling and meowing and getting really close to me and they kept asking me questions and i kept not answering until i didn’t know what else to do so i said “i’m only 14” and almost in unison they said “we don’t care” i was so fucking scared i didn’t know what to do and they kept talking about how i looked and how my body looked and what they would do i was on the verge of tears i was all alone in a huge mall i knew i couldn’t outrun them all i felt totally hopeless until a maintenance worker came up to all of us with a huge industrial broom in her hand, i thought she was going to yell at all of us for being in the mall after hours bc she probably thought we were all friends but instead she cursed all of them out in spanish, threatened to press a panic button on her belt and then proceeded to walk me to the basement garage and waited with me until my mom got there to pick me up she had a death grip on her cart the whole time and a face of steel she looked so strong and i just kept saying thank you and she kept saying not to thank her because she had to stop them.

that was the moment i realized women were the most important beings on this planet and we have to protect each other bc nobody else is going to, she didn’t even know me, we couldn’t even communicate that well because of the language barrier, she could have lost her job for waiting with me in the parking lot but she looked out for me when she didn’t have to, she had nothing to gain from it, i’m 21 now and i tell everyone this story even though it happened 7 years ago, what she did that night helped me form and shape lot of my beliefs early on. 

[actuallunalovegood]

i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away. 

And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second. 

[ofgeography]

my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm. 

“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”

i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.

another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”

protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.

[edmundo-noches-buckley]

I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me. 

“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.” 

I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important. 

[stele3]

GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.