Hypnotized by the woman wrapped in his black silk sheets, Mihawk couldn’t take his eyes off you.
Even after years of marriage, he still worshiped you with the same fervor and passion as when he first time saw you under the pale moonlight. The corpse lying stretched out on the floor was forgotten before your morbid beauty, and the scythe used to kill the man made you look like death incarnate; no other being could appear as majestic and ethereal as you when taking someone’s life.
“Come kiss me, my love.” the velvety sound of your voice drew him like a pirate is drawn to a siren’s song. Mihawk left the door to sit beside you in the empty space on the bed that belonged to him, and with the same adoration of a devoted man, gently took your hand in his to spread kisses from the fingertips to the curve of your neck — he was careful to touch the skin that was still sensitive from recent displays of affection.
“How was your night, dear?” Mihawk stopped kissing you to sink in the delirium that was your eyes as he caressed your face softly with his finger.
“ Terrible!” you said, haunted by the memories still fresh in your mind. “Last night you were unhinged, like a desperate, hungry demon…”
He had acted like a beast, cruel and savage; and your body remembered the irrational way Mihawk had attacked you a few hours earlier — you felt every bite mark throbbing with the most delicious pain; the skin on your hip burned with the intensity which he had dug his nails into it to prevent you from escaping his grip.
“You frightened me…” whispered, pulling him closer until his weight pressed against you. “do it again.”
a/n: i love addam's family and Mihawk is 100% goth
SUMMARY: You should really start being cautious, even more now that you are a pirate and find yourself at the place where one of the biggest marine bases is. But could you really be blamed when the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your entire life takes you to an alley to fuck you?
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: Exhibitionism kink.
WORD COUNT: 1.4k words
Part 2 out
Nami’s instructions were simple. Keep it on the low, buy everything you need without drawing too much attention, and then return to the Merry safe. And you thought you were doing a good job. You were taking a walk through Loguetown, just looking, in hopes of seeing something pretty enough worth a couple of berries, when you saw him.
A tall man, smoking two cigars. He was… distracting to say the least.
You tried your best to ignore him, continue with your plans, but you could feel his gaze, burning. He was following every move, every step, every breath, and god, you were going insane.
A part of you was worried. Did you bring too much attention? Maybe he was suspecting you were a pirate. But the other part (the one you were worried could take control any time soon) was enjoying the attention and wanted to get closer to him, to keep his attention on you.
Was that a problem? Probably. Did you care? Not at all. You didn’t even know the man, but god, your mind was going through the most insane and hot scenarios in that moment.
It was simple, the man was hot.
A couple more minutes passed, and he was actually the one who approached you.
“Looking for somethin’ in particular?” You heard him say, but didn’t turn around to look at him.
“Not really, just, you know, looking around. Waiting for something to catch my eye.” You turned around and felt your breath caught in your throat. His presence was overwhelming. His whole body was towering over yours, and you felt something warm in your core, and your cheeks were burning. Your eyes roamed all over his uncovered chest, and smiled.
When you least expected it, he was cornering your whole body against a wall in an alley he guided you to. Mouth hot against your neck, while one of his hands was covering your mouth, preventing you from making any sounds.
“Mhng.” You rolled your eyes to the back of your head. Your lower part of your body was rubbing against his hard-on.
“Shh. You gotta keep quiet if you want me to continue.” You looked into his eyes and nodded. His hand left your mouth. Any self-respect you had flew out the window the moment you heard him groan.
Smoker didn’t know what possessed him. For god’s sake, he was supposed to be patrolling, waiting for any sign of the Straw Hat pirate or his crew. But here he was, hands all over the ass of some girl whom he had just met. And it felt incredible.
You thanked yourself for choosing to wear a skirt earlier that day, making this easier and quicker for him.
The man moved your skirt up, pooling it around your waist. He didn’t waste any time, knowing fully well this had to be as quick as possible if he didn’t want any of his subordinates to search for him and find him in such a compromising situation.
He moved your panties to the side, followed by unbuttoning his jeans. You looked down and swore that you felt your stomach flip after looking at his size. You couldn’t stop looking at his cock, and you thank whatever god was listening for letting you experience this before going into the Grand Line.
He started to smear his precum all over his shaft as some form of lubricant. He moved one of your legs to give him better access and a view of your entrance. He angled himself, and your breath hitched.
As he was slowly going inside of you, you closed your eyes and crashed your head into the wall. Smoker couldn’t believe how gorgeous you were.
“Jump.” He whispered against your ear. You did as he said, and his grip on your waist was harder. Your legs wrapped around his waist. He waited just a little more before starting to move at a fast pace. Even if the two of you wanted to take your time, you knew this wasn’t going to be possible, at least not now.
You could feel every single time he was thrusting into you, making you shiver every single time his cock was hitting that spot that made your eyes roll. And the fact that anyone could just walk into this at any moment was making you get even more excited.
“F-ugh, taking me so well, aren’t you, pretty girl?” You felt yourself clench around him at the nickname. “So you liked being called that? Pretty?” Your body answered him involuntarily. He didn’t say anything else after that, he only wanted one thing: to feel you cum all around his cock.
Your gaze moved to the lower part where both of your bodies were connecting, and you couldn’t help but moan. Yeah, he was big, and you didn’t believe how you were able to take him all. There was a ring of precum and your juices forming at the base of this cock. You were hypnotized.
“Knew I wanted to have you like this the moment I saw you.” You started to roll your hips to match his thrusts, making the pleasure more intense, and you were grateful the man was strong enough to carry you and fuck you at the same time.
You were sure this type of man only comes once in a lifetime, and you were kinda sad that this was going to be a one-time thing, but he didn’t let you think too much, since you could feel his cock throb inside you.
“I’m gonna-“ You finally managed to say something, barely.
“You gonna what?” He was enjoying this a little too much. But you look at you, such a pretty girl, too cockdrunk to even say a word.
“Cum, pleaseplease, I have to-,” you whimpered when the tip of his cock was slamming against your sweet spot. Tears started to form in your eyes. You didn’t think it was possible to cum with only thrusting, but here he was, proving you wrong.
Your hands tugged at his jacket, your knuckles turning white from the force. He was such a view. Shirtless, his well-put hair now messy, smirk too dangerous, too handsome.
“It’s ok pretty girl, you can cum. Cum all over my cock. Show me how good I made you feel.” His voice plus his breath against your cheek did it for you. Your whole body tensed while you felt the pleasure roaming all over your body, leaving you numb.
It didn’t take him long to also cum, your pussy squeezing him soooo good. You could only feel his cock pulse, and his breathing was uneven. Each thrust started to become erratic. You wouldn’t tell him, but the overstimulation was feeling a little too good. With one final thrust, he filled you up with his thick cum.
“Shit.” He said while resting his head on your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to-“ You only shook your head.
“It’s ok.” You whispered. Your mind was hazy, and everything felt unreal. You were coming down from your high, body too weak to even be able to stand up properly. Thankfully, the man’s strong arms were preventing you from falling to the floor.
The sound of a transponder snail brought you back to reality.
“What happened?” He said as soon as he answered.
“Sir, pirates. Near the execution platform.” Pirates? Your gut told you, somehow, that your captain was involved. And the fact that the man who had just blown your mind a few minutes ago was receiving this call made you realize you had just made a mistake. A big one.
“Got it. See you there.” He ended the call and looked directly into your shocked eyes. “Gotta go pretty. Kinda bumbed out I have to leave you after this. But work’s calling.”
“Work?” You cleared your throat. “You are… You are… a marine.” You finally managed to say. The words felt heavy on your tongue.
“Smart.” He chuckled while he slowly put you down, making sure you were strong enough to stand on your own, and fixed your skirt. “I kinda wish we weren’t interrupted. But I really have to go.” He moved to the side the strands of hair that were covering your face to look at you one more time. You could feel his load drip down your thighs.
You wanted to say something to him, but you couldn’t really come up with anything, so you just nodded.
“I hope we meet again.” Oh, you were sure you were going to meet again.
A/N: He was so distracting while watching OPLA S2, my god I need him really bad. btw this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i finished s2 yesterday and i was a crying mess and i was just too tired. s2 is just perfect!!!
In desperate need of T1 Faker X Artist y/n. Both silent, but kinda stoic awkward type of humor around others, caring and sweet towards eachother but not in a cringe way... Awkward cuties my beloved 🥹
Unironically, vegans need to be advocating for more and better sheep, llama, and alpaca farms. Wool is one of the best fabrics we have in terms of versatility, longevity and most importantly, insulation. Even wet, it retains 80% of it’s insulation potential.
Like, there’s literally nothing you can do to a sheep that’s as morally reprehensible as dumping plastic down the gullet of literally every other living thing. You wanna talk about animal welfare? Talk about reducing the amount of microplastics produced by rayon, polyester, and spandex.
Bruh plant-based sources of clothing exist and are better for the environment and don’t involve slicing an animal’s throat open please shut the fuck up you cunt
A LOT OF THEM DO THINK THIS. They get told this carp by PETA and the like.
People- wool animals are not killed for their wool/hair. Yaks, angora rabbits, angora goats, sheep, alpacas, llamas etc… We SHEAR THEM. Not Flay. Shear. With clippers.
Or some people just gather what falls off the critter, or in the case of “chien” which is dog fluff, you brush that off them.
Healthy happy animals make good fiber. It is monetarily foolish and useless to abuse your animals because then their fiber is bad. You can debate points of husbandry and some parts of industries need change so fight about that.
Also, just logically, it wouldn’t make sense to kill the sheep to harvest the wool? Why would you kill an animal that can give a sheeps lifetime of product for one shearing?
incredibly elaborate bit me and @iclimbtreestofeelalive came up with while i was playing pokemon Y iii couldn't pick if i should put this on the art blog but whateverr hello if you scrolled down this far sorry for the long post okay i love you
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"
