#kuma's corner

[germ-t-ripper]

02JAN23 Good times with Kirby at Kuma's.

[deadite-central]

More of my marineford thoughts‼️

I think it’s really funny how they let Crocodile out of their sight for five seconds and he’s already throwing hands (something that he’s gonna be doing pretty much the entire arc. Man was beefing with anyone and everyone). Whitebeard is still definitely in a league of his own, and even without Luffy’s intervention, I’m guessing he’d be alright after this encounter

I love the fact that Whitebeard has heard of Luffy specifically because Ace loves his brother so much he has to show off his achievements to everyone, especially his dad, and seeing Luffy stand next to the strongest man in the world and talk to him like an equal is just so so good

Kuma has been a mystery to the reader as of this point in the series, so finally getting at least some answers to why he’s acting the way he does, why there are pacifistas and how he actually really was a part of the revolutionary army is great

With more seven warlords content we get more Mihawk content, showing how much of a powerhouse this man really is, if Baratie hasn’t shown you that enough. He could absolutely destroy this whole battlefield if he actually wanted to, and again, we see such a strong guy acknowledge Luffy, building him up as someone we as readers can be proud of

I find the two interactions between Crocodile and Doflamingo quite interesting too, both cause it gives me room for divorce jokes but more importantly because they both very much parallel one another. At this point you have no idea what goes on in Dressrosa, but having these two even interact creates a standing point for all the future parallels and similarities between their respective arcs. And then again it’s a really funny interaction

Speaking of funny, Buggy once again carries the comedy department of the arc, and I can’t decide whether gum gum human shield or his stream of the whole war is funnier to me

Back to Whitebeard, we learn something that we could have already deduced that yeah, he defeated Crocodile way back when, that he’s definitely not as strong as he was back then (which is fair the man is old give him a break), but we also get a very emotional beat, his forgiveness towards his children is so sweet to see, and you can tell that despite being a feared pirate, Whitebeard has one of the biggest hearts when it comes to his family. Something that he strived for ever since he was young

Before we get to the million gut wrenching things that will happen soon, there’s a moment of hype as Luffy enters the closing centre, landing right next to the admirals, ready to take on the world for his brother

[laughingtale]

tag rambling ab latest chapter (again) bc i am normal always

[madbiscuitlady]

I finally got to Kuma's Corner. The Schaumburg location, not the og place in Avondale. Super good. Got the Famous Kuma. Next time I'd like to try the Sourvein. The Plague Bringer sounds so good, but I fear my wimpy tastebuds won't handle the spice.

[dokries]

HII if your taking requests I would love a scoups image where him and reader are already dating but kuma likes her more that him and scoups gets a bit jelly thank you I love your work

number one

pairing: choi seungcheol (s.coups) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 596

warnings: an attack with love, being chased around, cheol being pouty, kkuma. my princess.

author note: AAA thank you so much anon <33 i appreciate the support so much 🫶 i hope you like this !!

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related to how to get to know a dog (and their owner)

seungcheol doesn’t know how this happened if he’s being honest.

yes, he did get to know you solely because of your interest in his family dog, kkuma, but he didn’t expect kkuma to love you as much as you loved her. in fact, kkuma warming up to you was a major accomplishment, all the way back when you first started dating. of course seungcheol’s glad; two important parts of his life being together is great! he can spend time with both of you at once and everyone’s happy.

however…he doesn’t understand why his dog goes to you first when the two of you enter the door of his family apartment. it can’t be because seungcheol goes to greet his mother first, giving her a side hug before entering the living room. his mother notices the sulky look on his face and cackles, calling your name. “look, cheol’s jealous of you because kkuma loves you more than him!”

you scratch behind the mentioned dog’s ears before joining in on the laughter—you stop when cheol’s pout grows infinitely worse, and he groans. “i never said that, ma! and you,” he looks at you sharply before pouting harder—somehow, that’s possible. “i love you but come on! we all know i’m number one in kkuma’s heart, so why are you trying to take my place?!”

you roll your eyes at his accusation, getting up to grab his hands, kkuma trailing behind you as if she owns the place—well, in a way she does, considering that the building is named after her. you grab your boyfriend’s hands before smiling sweetly. “my love.” cheol’s face warms at the nickname, and his mother groans about young love in the corner of the room. you continue, “kkuma just likes me better, and you have to deal with it! it’s not my fault i’m more interesting than you.”

you stick your tongue out at seungcheol, his mouth wide open before he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself. sensing danger, you back away from him slowly, almost tripping over kkuma. seungcheol calls your name eerily soft as his eyebrow twitches before he yells out your name and starts to chase you around the living room. cheol’s mother sighs at your childish antics as you run around her, using the light blue loveseat in the middle of the room to block your boyfriend.

“cheol, what—” you start before he lunges for you, grabbing you in a tight hug. seungcheol lets you go once you freeze in place, breathing heavily as he glares at you. “kkuma likes me better, okay? i promise you, i’ll always be her favourite, no matter how much she loves you!” he says as you giggle at him.

taking cheol’s hand in yours, you speak gently, not wanting to rile him up more. “sweetie, it’s not a competition, you know that, right?”

your boyfriend sighs before nodding, and pulling you into a hug once more—except this one is meant as an apology, and not to hold you down. kkuma barks up at the two of you, whining for more ear scratches and pets.

you grin mischievously at cheol before placing a kiss on his cheek. “you know…we can work together to give kkuma all the love she deserves, right?”

he looks back at you with the same expression on his face before giggling and poking your cheek. “we’re her parents after all, aren’t we?”

you nod at cheol seriously, choosing to ignore the offended scoff you hear from his mother, and bend down together to attack kkuma with as much love as possible.

[perfectsunlight]

[21] ALL THESE YEARS

warnings: estranged familiarity, reunion discomfort, mentions of absent parenting

when jieun said she couldn’t make it to paris because she got sick, ivory felt as if she was going to explode. now, with her grandmother out of the picture, she was going to be alone with her mother for the first time in her life. the thought made her stomach churn.

the idol wasn’t sure how to feel either. the idea of spending time alone with jane was something she had longed for, but now that it was actually happening, she felt unprepared. 

jennie’s home was more of a showpiece, not the kind of place where she imagined raising a child.

as she walked up the driveway, ivory clutched her suitcase tightly, willing herself not to throw up from the nausea. the house loomed ahead, its sleek modernity a stark contrast to the cozy, lived-in comfort of her grandmother’s home. she could see the large windows, the clean lines, and the intimidating scale of the place. it was beautiful but cold, and it made jane feel even more out of place.

when she reached the front door, she hesitated for a moment before ringing the bell. the sound echoed through the empty space, magnifying her sense of isolation. after a few moments, jennie appeared, her face lighting up with a forced smile as she opened the door.

“hi, valentine,” jennie smiled, her voice tinged with nervousness. she had practiced that greeting for almost an hour beforehand. “come on in. i hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding the place.”

the younger girl managed a weak smile, her throat tight. “it was fine,” she said, stepping inside and dragging her suitcase with her. she glanced around at the immaculate interior, feeling a sense of discomfort. 

everything was so pristine, so perfectly arranged, and she felt like an intruder in this seemingly perfect world that her mother had built for herself.

the blackpink idol watched her daughter with a mixture of concern and helplessness. she had hoped for a smoother transition, but the anxiety written on jane’s face was obvious to her, even if her daughter didn’t know it.

after all, she was still her mother, and jennie could see the strain in jane’s posture and the uncertainty in her eyes.

“let me help you with your things,” the older woman offered, moving to grab the suitcase’s handle. “thank you,” jane replied softly, minding her manners and trying to steady her trembling hands. she followed jennie down the hallway, the silence between them heavy and almost oppressive. the house felt enormous, every room more intimidating than the last. 

it was clear that jennie had never intended for jane to come live with her here, and the reality of that unspoken truth was becoming increasingly apparent.

the atmosphere was thick with the awkwardness of two people who knew they were supposed to be close, but didn’t quite know how to be. it was spacious, tastefully decorated, and almost painfully neat—all those possible due to her absence.

there was no way the house would have been this clean if she had grown up here.

as they walked through her mother’s immaculate home, the silence between them grew heavier with each step. the stark contrast between this cold, polished space and the cozy, lived-in warmth of her grandmother’s house made jane feel even more out of place. 

she couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t belong here.

jennie, on the other hand, was painfully aware of the tension hanging between them. she glanced at jane, hoping to catch some sign that her daughter was okay, but jane’s face was a blank slate, betraying nothing of what she might be feeling. 

the distance between them felt almost insurmountable. thankfully, someone special was waiting for ivory just around the corner.

the little pomeranian bounded towards jennie, his tiny legs moving with enthusiastic energy. despite the chaos of the day, kuma’s presence was a welcome burst of normalcy. he bolted past his owner and ran straight to the younger version of her.

kuma barked excitedly, his tail wagging furiously as he reached ivory. she crouched down, arms open, and kuma leaped into her embrace, his fur soft and warm against her skin. the familiar smell of him, mixed with the faint trace of his shampoo, almost brought tears to her eyes.

“kuma!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. she hugged him tightly, her earlier nausea momentarily forgotten. kuma licked her face, his little paws resting on her shoulders as if he understood just how much she needed him.

jennie couldn’t help but smile softly at the scene. she always remembered how much of a fit jane threw the day kuma left. the separation had been tough on both of them, and it had taken a considerable amount of time for both of them to re-adjust. seeing her daughter now, hugging kuma with such relief, reminded the woman of just how much ivory had missed him.

“kuma can stay with you in your room,” the blackpink idol suggested as she motioned with her hands towards the hallway. she led the way, her footsteps soft on the polished floor.

young cat-like eyes brightened at the offer. kuma trotted eagerly beside them, his tail wagging with renewed enthusiasm. jennie could see how much the little dog meant to her daughter, and she was relieved to see a genuine smile on ivory’s face for the first time since they arrived.

as they reached the room, jennie pushed open the door, revealing a space that was carefully decorated but had a slightly impersonal feel. the walls were painted a gentle shade of ivory, and the room was furnished with a large, plush bed and a few framed prints of abstract art. it was clear that jennie had tried to make it comfortable, but it still lacked the personal touches that would make it feel like home.

“this is your room,” jennie said, stepping inside and setting down the suitcase she had been pushing. “i know it’s a bit different from what you’re used to, but i hope it’s comfortable enough.”

jane took in the room with a hesitant smile. she set kuma down on the bed, and he immediately jumped up and started sniffing around. the young girl sat beside him, her nerves beginning to ease as she watched kuma settle in.

“it’s nice,” ivory said quietly, glancing up at jennie. “thank you.”

jennie hovered in the doorway, unsure of what to do next. “if you need anything, i’m just down the hall,” she pointed with her thumb in the direction of her bedroom, trying to sound reassuring. but the words felt hollow, even to her. “we could—um, we could order something for dinner later if you’re hungry.”

“okay,” jane replied, her voice barely above a whisper. she didn’t know how to act around her mother, how to fill the silence that stretched between them. “that’s fine.”

“i’ll, uh, let you settle in,” jennie said, forcing a smile before retreating down the hall. she mentally cursed herself for still not knowing how to make things less awkward. her own daughter was 18 years old and yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still failing at the one thing she had always wanted to get right—being a mother.

jane sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at her hands. the room was beautiful, but it didn’t feel like hers. it felt like a space designed for someone else, someone who belonged in jennie’s world. maybe a manager or a stylist. she sighed, wishing her grandmother were here to bridge the gap, to make everything feel a little less foreign.

a few hours passed in uncomfortable isolation. jane stayed in her room, pretending to unpack her things, while jennie busied herself in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone, searching for takeout options, and making sure there wasn’t even a speck of dust to be seen. every so often, she would glance down the hall, wondering if she should go check on jane, but the thought of their stilted conversations made her hesitate.

finally, jennie mustered the courage to knock on jane’s door. “dinner’s here,” she called out, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “i got us some sushi. i wasn’t sure what you liked, so i got a little bit of everything.”

jane nodded, trying to ignore her heart sinking at the thought of another awkward meal. the pair sat across from each other at the dining table, the beautifully arranged sushi laid out between them. the atmosphere was painfully strained as they picked at their food, both searching for something to say but coming up empty.

“so, are you excited about paris?” jennie asked, trying to break the silence. it was a safe topic, something neutral, but even that felt forced. “yeah, i guess,” ivory replied, not quite meeting her mother’s eyes. she wanted to be excited, but the discomfort of the situation was overshadowing everything else. “i’ve never been before.”

“you’ll love it,” jennie smiled, trying to inject some enthusiasm into her voice. “it’s beautiful, and there’s so much to see and do. i’ll make sure you have a great time.”

jane nodded, but the words didn’t have the desired effect. instead, they only highlighted how out of sync they were and how this trip felt more like a chore. on top of that, it’s not like they were going to spend any time together. 

kuma sat underneath ivory’s chair as he looked up at her with curious, sympathetic eyes. it was almost as if he could sense the discomfort. jane absentmindedly scratched his head, drawing a little solace from his company.

as they continued eating in a more comfortable silence, jennie glanced at jane, considering her next words carefully. she didn’t want to push too hard or make her daughter uncomfortable, but the thought had been on her mind since they arrived.

“valentine,” jennie started, her voice gentle, “i was thinking, if you’d like, you could change your flight and come with me tomorrow instead of flying out the day after. we could fly out together?”

jane looked up, surprised by the suggestion. the idea of spending even more time alone with her mother was daunting, but at the same time, there was a part of her that wanted to try. maybe flying together would help ease some of the tension, give them more time to figure things out.

“oh,” ivory answered gently, biting her lip as she considered it. “i don’t want to mess up your plans.”

“you wouldn’t be messing up anything,” her mother reassured her quickly. “i think it might be nice. i’ve always wanted to go to paris together and now we can.” 

ivory hesitated, her brow furrowing as she thought about the reality of the situation. “but how are we going to do this?” she asked cautiously. “i mean, no one knows about us.” 

the older woman’s smile faltered slightly as the weight of her daughter’s words sank in. it was true—her relationship with ivory had always been kept under wraps, a secret known only to jieun and teddy. having her daughter by her side in the eye of the public seemed daunting, but there was something about this moment that made jennie feel like it was worth the risk.

“you’re right,” jennie admitted softly. “it could be complicated. but maybe it’s time we stop hiding. i don’t want us to keep pretending like we’re not a family.”

the look on jane’s face was indescribable. the color drained from her soft cheeks, leaving her looking pale. her hands clenched slightly in her lap, knuckles turning ivory. she shook her head, eyes wide with alarm. 

“no,” she said firmly, her voice soft but resolute. her eyes met her mother’s before she continued speaking. “we can’t do that.”

jennie blinked, taken aback by the intensity of her daughter’s reaction. “i mean it,” ivory added, her words spilling out in a rush. “i don’t want the world to know about me. it’s too much. they’ll tear me apart. they’ll tear you apart.”

her mother opened her mouth to respond, but jane kept going, her voice growing more serious with each word. “i’ve seen how they treat you, how they talk about you. the rumors, the pressure—everything. if they knew about me, it would just make things worse for you. i don’t want to be the reason your life gets even harder.”

jennie felt a knot form in her chest. she hadn’t fully considered how overwhelming the public reaction might be for ivory, how cruel the spotlight could be. it was one thing for her to face the scrutiny, but for her daughter to be thrown into that same world—it wasn’t something she could force on her.

“i’m sorry,” ivory whispered, her eyes downcast. “i just can’t do it.” her mother reached across the table, gently squeezing her daughter’s hand. “you don’t have to be sorry,” she said softly. “i didn’t mean to push you into something you’re not ready for.”

jane nodded, her shoulders sagging in relief, but the tension still lingered in the air between them. the idea of stepping into the public eye and finally being labeled as “jennie kim’s daughter” was too terrifying to even consider. 

she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be ready for that.

but she was still a daughter, and she wanted to be around her mother. 

“i’ll change the flight, but i won’t go in with you. i’ll go in after.” ivory said softly, her voice laced with a quiet determination. she looked up at her mother, trying to gauge her reaction, hoping that her mother would understand.

jennie’s heart ached, but she nodded slowly. “okay,” she replied, keeping her voice steady. “whatever makes you comfortable.” her daughter gave a small smile, relieved that her mother wasn’t pushing the issue. 

the older woman sighed softly as ivory said goodnight and left to get ready for bed, a mixture of relief and sadness swirling within her. she had hoped for a different outcome, but she knew this was the best compromise for now. as much as she longed to openly share her life with ivory, to show the world her daughter and the pride she felt in her, she also understood her fears.

the yg idol sat on the couch in the dim light, the soft glow of the nearby lamp casting a warm circle around her. jennie held the photo album in her lap, her fingers tracing the edges of the worn cover as she hesitated before opening it. it had been a long time since she had allowed herself to look through these photos, each one a fragment of a life she had missed out on.

with a deep breath, jennie slowly opened the album. the first photo she saw was of ivory as a newborn, swaddled tightly in a soft pink blanket. her tiny face was barely visible, just a glimpse of her round cheeks and button nose. jennie remembered that day vividly—how small and fragile ivory had felt in her arms, how she had promised herself that she would protect her daughter no matter what. 

but that promise had been easier said than done.

she turned the page, revealing a series of photos from ivory’s first birthday. ivory was sitting in a high chair, her face covered in frosting as she reached for the cake in front of her. her eyes were wide with excitement, her mouth open in a toothless grin. jennie had been there that day, but she had left early for a performance, missing the rest of the celebration. seeing the joy on ivory’s face in those photos made jennie’s chest tighten with regret.

the next set of photos showed ivory taking her first steps, her tiny legs unsteady as she wobbled toward the camera. jieun had been the one to capture that moment, her voice encouraging ivory in the background of the video that accompanied the photos. as usual, she hadn’t been there; she had been on tour, performing on the other side of the world. she had watched the video later, tears in her eyes, knowing she could never get that moment back.

even now, it still brings her great disappointment knowing she couldn’t be there.

as the idol continued to flip through the album, each photo seemed to teleport her back to those earlier times. there was a picture of jane on her first day of school, clutching a bright pink backpack that was almost as big as she was. her smile was shy, a mix of excitement and nervousness, and jennie remembered feeling a pang of guilt when jieun had sent her the photo. she had wanted to be there, to walk her to her classroom, but her schedule had kept her away once again.

another photo showed ivory dressed as a black cat for halloween, her face painted with a smile as she held a pumpkin-shaped bucket full of candy. jennie had been at a photoshoot that night, once again missing out on the chance to see her daughter’s costume in person. 

the album was bittersweet, a reminder of how many moments she had sacrificed for her career.

they held memories of holidays spent apart, birthdays celebrated without her, and milestones that jennie had only experienced through photos and videos. there was a photo of ivory with jieun, the two of them standing in front of a christmas tree, their faces lit up with laughter. jennie had sent gifts that year, but she hadn’t been there to see ivory’s face light up as she opened them.

there were many years afterward where jane didn’t even open anything she sent her at all.

finally, jennie reached the last photo in the album. it was one she had taken herself, a rare moment where she had been there, present and in the moment. ivory was about six years old, standing on a beach with the ocean behind her. her dark hair was windblown, and she was laughing, her arms outstretched as if she were trying to catch the waves. jennie had taken that photo during a brief break from her tour, a few stolen days where they had escaped to the coast. 

it was one of her favorite memories, but even then, the time had been too short.

jennie closed the album, her heart heavy with the weight of all the memories it held. she wished she could go back, that she could have been there for all the moments she had missed. but as she sat there in the quiet darkness, she once again was reminded that she couldn’t change the past. 

all she could do now was try to make the future better, to be the mother that ivory needed her to be, even if it meant continuing to hide her daughter from the world.

exhausted by the emotions that the memories had stirred up, jennie leaned back against the couch, her eyes growing heavy. she didn’t even notice when sleep finally claimed her, the photo album still resting on her lap, a silent testament to the years that had slipped through her fingers.

and she also failed to notice the younger version of herself, now all grown up, quietly padding into the living room. ivory had been restless, unable to sleep as the weight of everything settled over her.

she knew why her mother had missed so much—jennie was an idol, a superstar with the world at her feet. but that knowledge didn’t make it hurt any less. it didn’t make up for the nights she had cried herself to sleep, wishing her mother was there to tuck her in. 

it didn’t make up for the times she had needed her mother’s guidance and had only found jieun’s comforting presence instead.

but as her cat-like eyes landed on the album, jane couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt she had never acknowledged before. it was the same feeling that had plagued her sleep this very night. it was impossible to ignore now.

was she a bad daughter for resenting her mother all these years?

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[nishikiace]

Hi! I really like the sub! Strawhat post and i was wondering if you can write something similar with other characters, preferably shanks, mihawk and katakuri (and maybe kuma 👉👈) or any character you want!

Sub characters and amab reader please!

Up to you if you want to write it or not

Anyways have a great day!!

ty for this request! love these old men 😩 also added buggy, yasopp and benn to stay in this generation's theme 💛

sub! shanks, yasopp, benn, buggy, mihawk, katakuri and kuma

[minor spoilers for kuma, mihawk and katakuri]

Warnings: top!male!reader, dom!reader - amab anatomy

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Shanks

(public sex, spanking, overstimulation, blowjobs)

genuinely what has this man not tried - he is the leading spirit of adventure both in the grandline and the bedroom

he gets horny often and incredibly easily. you need to wear him out completely by taking risks like making him cum in public or spanking his ass red to completion when you're alone. he enjoys sex with you too much so to overwhelm him, you have to push him into feeling intense emotions and sensations. make him see god

but when you do (his back arching, eyes rolled back and body convulsing after yet another orgasm), he gets drained of his energy and collapses into you. that's when you can completely ruin him by taking it further than he is prepared to handle

definitely obnoxious and unashamed of being caught in public. tease his cock through his pants under the table and he'll excuse his red cheeks with the alcohol served at this bar. finger him stealthily with your arm wrapped around his back and he'll lean in and pretend to be a close couple. only you are able to hear the hitched breaths and suppressed whimpers

his blush matches his hair real cute

shanks will happily get on his knees for you and suck your dick with a grin... after riling you up for hours. he likes to tease and nip at the skin around your cock, and loves when you grab him by his red hair and push his face deep in between your legs. moans if he feels you come down his throat

he's all shaky laughter and breathless fun against you when you take him against the wall of a marine building, pushing into your thrusts and moaning with each slap of your hips into his plush ass

Buggy

(brat taming, degradation, rough sex)

buggy is either too arrogant in himself to have much experience, or a complete whore when he's pushed around. definitely both, if you push him hard enough

leading a petty grudge like his towards shanks, and a constant on-edge insecurity in himself, buggy expresses himself through anger and arrogance. when you initiate with him, he will definitely carry that outrage into sex with you and it will be as rough and mean as he dishes out to others

he's a brat through and through and will only respond to you if you degrade and discipline him. he wants to be pushed into a corner and dismantled by your words and hands. tell him how much of a disgusting slut he is, point at his hard, leaking cock at just a few insults and force him onto his knees for you

loud when you break past his walls. he starts with soft grunts when you circle his nipples with your mouth and tease his pulse point but he quickly devolves into whining and angry sobbing if you dig your fingers in his hole or abuse his swollen cock. he'll refuse to look you in the eyes and will turn his head to the side, too teary and humiliated by how weak he is for you

angrily moans when you slam your cock into his mouth after an argument

he'll be begging for you to go harder and crying for more when you finally fuck him. if you hit his prostate consistently he'll start sobbing

his makeup will end up smeared all over his face and bedsheets, lips swollen enough to be red on their own

he's just so pent up, please fuck his brains out and give him a release for his anger by railing him until he cums dry

Mihawk

(marking, waxplay, riding)

I can't imagine a moment where mihawk isn't dignified and regal. making him go against his nature, debauched, is something that turns him on endlessly

lick and suck under his jaw to feel that corded muscle stutter under your tongue. his untouched neck is so sensitive and his abs even more so. trail kisses down to his navel and you will feel his stomach shudder against your lips and his hips buck into yours

its a point of pride for him to allow you to mark him like this, he will moan quietly into your mouth at the thought of being defiled against his reputation

he loves riding you on his throne seat. the feeling of your hard cock inside him drives him crazy. for him, a lot of submission is about the psychological aspect - the idea of letting someone claim him on both the markless outside and his hot insides. guide his hips harder and make him feel an imprint of your dick inside his hole for days

alone in his castle, he is far more open to giving into you. fuck him slowly on his back while dripping hot candle wax onto his skin, leave red marks across his pale chest. mihawk will be shaking and choking back groans at the contrasting stimulation

Katakuri

(praise kink, sensory deprivation, shibari, breeding)

this baby is the most submissive of this list and incredibly shy about it, despite his size and power. he's flushed and lightheaded at the idea that you want him this way

his insecurities about his face, body and strength are always on his mind, so he's not very experienced. katakuri needs to trust you completely, and you have to reassure him with praise so you can wring out orgasm after orgasm like he deserves

he's so shy about letting you hear his moans and whimpers and constantly tries to cover his face with his hands. don't let him, tell him how beautiful and perfect he is with every thrust to his prostate

the best way to shut katakuri's mind off and fuck the trauma out of him is with a blindfold and restraints. tie him up gently, lick at his nipples, suck the head of his cock and he will writhe in the sheets and shake like he's being tortured

katakuri loves when you edge him for hours with your mouth and fingers, he gets so oversensitive and whiny. only allow him to cum when you finally fill his hole, because nothing makes him feel more loved than being bred (the charlotte genes..)

Kuma

(soft sex, hand kink, inexperience)

like katakuri, kuma's position in canon is so precarious that he would struggle to be vulnerable with anyone. he's gentle and kind but hardened by the world so you should give him safety in your arms, with soft touches and gentle intimacy

his hands are the most sensitive part of his body (they're paw pads!), so you will make him melt if you gently intertwine your fingers with his when you push close to him, or trace his palms with your fingertips as you caress his inner thighs

he really appreciates patience with his timidity. he loves when you set the pace and guide his inexperience and make him tremble with the new sensations all over his body

suck his fingers while stroking his cock and this man will gasp and tremble and leak precum everywhere. he gets so wet for you

Yasopp

(blowjobs, facefucking, rough sex, child abandonment kink)

the issue with yasopp is that he's similar to usopp - charismatic and full of tales and boasting. however, he can actually back it up, so rather than anxiety, this man is annoyingly cocky and arrogant

shut him up by pushing your cock in his mouth and fucking his face until he cries. he likes to play the game of pretending he's punished, but the way he ruts that wet spot of his pants against your leg says otherwise

what he needs is, to be bent over and his hole abused and stretched while he wails like a whore. the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated really humbles him

Benn

(control kink, breathplay, choking)

benn is fairly neutral on sex and has had a fair amount of experience at his age, but rarely allows others to take control

what he needs with you is to be pushed into submission like its a snarling dog fight - the thrill of losing control to you like this gets him breathless

lick into his mouth when he smokes and shotgun him. he loves the intimacy of sharing smoke and breathing into each others mouths. he wants your complete focus and for you to take control of the function that keeps him alive

the moment he feels your hand wrap tight around his neck, he moans roughly and his cock twitches in his pants. grind into his ass with your fingers pushing bruises on his neck to really make him arch his back

if you really turn him on, benn makes these deep, guttural groans that rattle his body and make his eyes roll into his skull when he's about to cum

kuma was a hard one because he's so🗿 but i hope you like it ♡

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Sent to Heaven: Shanks x Strawhat!Reader

Includes: Shanks , Red Haired Pirates , GN Reader

Important Info: The reader is the mixologist of the Strawhats. This story happens pre - timeskip , precisely a bit after the events at Sabaody. Reader was sent to an island that is famous for its alcohol and such , which is where they meet Shanks

A / N: sorry this took so long !! If yall want me to continue this , lmk.

You had been in the air for days. Way too long , if you had to give your own opinion. The last thing you remembered was the fight at the Sabaody Archipelago. Speaking of , you wondered if the rest of your crew was okay.

You were knocked unconscious by Kuma. He was the reason you were sent flying. You didn't know where you were going , or if you were even going to survive. You were starving , dehydrated , and exhausted. You were even still very , very injured. Blood coated the bottom of the paw bubble you resided in.

As if a miracle was placed upon you , an island came into sight. The bubble started decending towards the island , so you prepared yourself for the impact. Your little trap smashed into the ground and took the blunt of the blow. Though , the wind was still knocked out of your lungs.

You started coughing violently as you rolled over and spit blood on the cold , hard ground. "Fuckin' . . ." You trailed off , grumbling under your breath. You struggled to get yourself to your scraped knees.

While you struggled , a small crowd formed around you. People whispered and stared at your injured form. Your eyes trailed over to a woman and a child. The woman wore nurse scrubs and had a bag on her arm. You sighed and tried to speak. Instead of words , your throat burned from the blood from previous wounds.

Despite the pain , you croaked out a plea for help. "Please , I need a boat. I need to go back to Sabaody." You spoke , gritting your teeth. The woman turned from you and the child started crying.

After a few minutes , you started to lose hope. Nobody was going to help you or give you a boat. Suddenly , a smooth voice cut through the thick tension between you and the residents. "Why would you need to go there ?" The voice belonged to a male. You wished that you could lift your head to see him , but you fell into unconsciousness from the mass loss of blood.

---

". . . kin' up." Was the first thing you heard as your eyes slowly opened. You took a moment to stare at the blank ceiling in an attempt to figure out where you were. Your heavy eyelids , after a bit of force , stayed open.

By the feeling of the place , you were on a ship. Were they taking you to Sabaody ? You shot up , but you were quickly shocked with the amount of pain in your body. It felt like a thousand pans had rained upon your head and now it was pounding violently. You didn't know how you didn't realize the pain towards the front of your head , but you sure did now. Instead of groaning about it , you chose to ignore it.

You looked down and noticed that you had been changed. Your previous wounds were either stitched up and covered , or just covered. Your chest was wrapped in a bandage since the biggest wound was across there , and your broken ankle was suspended in the air. You blinked and noticed a tall , blonde haired male in the corner.

"So , you're awake." He spoke , a smirk on his face. "My name is Hongo. You were pretty beatin' up back there , mind tellin' me what happened ?" He asked as he sat down on the chair next to your bed.

Your mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water. Your throat burned as if there were needles stabbed into it. Despite this , you forced yourself to speak. "Fight on Sabaody. I have to get . . get back to my crew." You croaked in a hoarse voice. You flinched as you felt him take off the bandages from your arm.

"Relax , I'm just changing your bandages. You were out for a while." He said smoothly as he reached for the roll on the desk next to you. You watched him carefully . . Until you realized what he said.

Your eyes widened , mouth widening along with them. "A while ?? How long was a while ??" You panicked. God damnit , what if they were fighting off people at Sabaody while waiting for you ?!! You had to get there.

He thought for a moment. Though in thought , he didn't stop changing your bloodied wrap. "About 2 weeks. You had lost a lot of blood. You have a serious wound on your chest. If it had cut any deeper , you would have been dead. It's actually a miracle that you survived losing all of that blood." He informed smoothly , scrunching his nose as he finished off the wrap.

"2 weeks ??! Fuck , fuck , fuck. I've got to get back to Luffy." You began rambling about things you didn't even know , but Hongo was caught on one detail.

"Hold on a second ! Did you say Luffy ? As in Monkey D. Luffy ?" He asked , a smile now present on his pale face.

You sighed and nodded , attempting to relax. He laughed and stood up. "Our captain is good buds with Luffy ! Let me go get you some tea for your throat and fetch him for ya." He winked and walked out of the dimly lit office. You blinked and stared at the ajar door. Before you tried to stand , you heard him yell to you. "Don't leave the bed ! If you do , your ankle will pop back out of place and you won't be able to use it again !"

You flinched and stopped taking the sheets off of your battered body. You groaned and rolled to your side , though it was painful. You decided to take a little nap while waiting. A little shut eye couldn't hurt.

---

You woke up to some unfamiliar voices. As if on instinct , you shot up , wide eyed , and stared at all of them. They were surprised that you woke up so fast , but they didn't say anything about it. "So , you're on Luffy's crew ?" You heard from your side. You turned your eyes to the man and observed him. He had red hair , brown eyes , and a stubble. You had to admit that he was quite attractive.

"Yeah. I'm the mixologist of his crew." You said bluntly as you wiped the sweat from off of your forehead. "Then you might wanna see this." Another male said from behind the red haired man. He had gray hair and a cigarette in his mouth. He placed a newspaper in front of you. 2 of them , actually. One was from . . The war ? And the other was what Luffy did after.

You looked at the 1st one and skimmed over it. You turned to see your captain , seemingly in a state of shock and depression. Your eyes widened as you saw the big bold letters that read: "Fire Fist Ace , Executed" or something along those lines. You dropped the paper and covered your mouth.

"Take me to him. Please , I need to be there for him. He needs someone to be by his side during this time." You demanded after a small bit of recovery. Beck shook his head and pointed to the other paper. You picked it up and saw your captain again. He seemed to be alive and well , but you noticed something on his arm.

2D

2Y.

You knew what it meant. Your anxiety faded as you made the realization. You sighed softly and smiled. "Nevermind. Thank you for showing me these." You bowed your head a bit and struggled to get up.

"If you wouldn't mind me asking , what island are we docked at ?" You asked while staring at the men in front of you. "Bebida Gallows. It's an island famous for its alcohol. I'm sure you can guess why we're here." Benn answered calmly , crossing his arms and leaning against the wall behind him.

You looked between the two of them and decided to introduce yourself. "My name is Reader. I'd like to request to fight along side you for a while. I want to train and get stronger so I can protect my captain. He does so much for us . . I have to return the favor. I won't let what happened at Sabaody happen EVER again." You declared with a fierce look flares up in you [color] colored eyes. It seems the others noticed.

"Protectin' Luffy , eh ? I can't say no to that. He needs a nice crew if he's going to be the king of the pirates." The red haired captain laughed. You knew him from somewhere , but you couldn't put your finger on it. "I'm Shanks. This 'ere is Beckman." Shanks introduced. "And this 'ere is Hongo. He was the one that took care o' ya." He put his arm around his first mate and smiled widely.

"Alright. Thank you for being able to train me." You bowed your head once more and caused the other men in the room to laugh.

---

It had been a year since you've been training with the Red Haired Pirates. You stayed on the island while they would leave , then come back. You honed any skills they taught you , while also updating your alcohol mixes. You learned a lot from those Pirates and even the people of the island.

Turns out , Shanks owns this bit of land. He has his flag flying high , protecting the people. You found it charming. You also noticed that during your training sessions , you've developed feelings for him. Rather it be because of how he was so gentle with you , his charisma , his kindness , or how he flirted with you. It all mixed together , like a drink.

Anytime you stirred one of your new drinks , you would think of him. The feeling of the stirring I'd very similar to how his presence makes your stomach feel.

Along with him , your crewmates made their way into your mind. Any time you had free , you would make their favorite drinks.

Milk Punch Cocktail for Luffy. You made it with milk , the spirit , sugar , and vanilla extract. Luffy always asked for extra vanilla extract , so you complied.

A large , Toji Moon for Zoro. Its base is made with Benedictine , yuzu and lemon juices , red bean syrup , and yuzu marmelade , which all gets topped with a frothy mix of nigori sake and egg white that's been shaken until foamy , plus a dusting of grated nutmeg. This was one of your harder sake mixes to make , but Zoro seemed to love it.

A Tangerine Dream for Nami. It's made of ginger liqueur , tangerine , tangerine juice , sugar , and lemon juice. It tasted more like a tangerine drink than an alcoholic one , which may be why Nami enjoyed it so much.

Apple Pie on Rocks for Usopp. It's made of vanilla vodka , fireball whiskey , apple juice , apple cider , carmel apple syrup , and champagne. You knew he had one of the higher tolerances of the crew , so this was something you suggested for him. Once he tried it , he LOVED it.

A Hot Ted Toddy for Sanji. It's made of honey , lemon , dark rum , cognac , black tea , and cloves. You tried this drink because it includes black tea , Sanji's favorite drink. Once he tried it , he fell in love with it.

There were so many more , but these are the first few you learned. They came to you naturally , and you found yourself making them unconsciously. You even made them for the Red Haired Pirates , who enjoyed them a lot.

---

It had been 2 years. 2 long , grueling years. You've learned so much since then. What haki was , what the government does , and so much more. One of those things was how you were attracted to red heads.

You trained with the Red Haired pirates. You ended up even developing a fondness for their captain. He was just so giddy and reminded you so , so much of your own captain.

That's why departing hurt you and him so much. You arrived on Sabaody a few days earlier than everyone else because Shanks and his crew didn't want to be seen by yours.

You knew you couldn't tell Shanks how you felt. Neither of you had the time to be in love , especially with this generation. You were ready to meet him in the New World , however. You 2 would have to be patient.

As Luffy returns the Straw Hat , you will get to finally be with the man you fell in love with under 2 years. The man who trained you , the man who showed you what the world was truly like. You'd never forget him.

[dadsbongos]

the girl next door - t.ino

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - unrealistic dick sucking?, testicles, facial, camgirl/solo star reader, consensual video recording/posting, i still can't do smut without fluff its just a fact word count - 1.8 K / rating - R

Takuma is young. It shows in every possible aspect of his life. His hair is thick and full, his skin is smooth and unweathered, he can’t afford a house so he signed an apartment lease. And finally, he daydreams about his pretty neighbor when he should be focusing on not dying via curse or filing boring paperwork (anytime he has to be a real adult, honestly).

Since the moment you first moved in, he was hooked. Offering to lift all your heavy possessions into your unit right beside his, all for little more than the promise of a cold beer. A beer that you’d offered. He would’ve done the job for free.

Nanami insisted that the initial infatuation would pass as you continued being neighbors. He was wrong.

Takuma’s distractingly massive crush continued to snowball until eventually, he was sure it could be categorized as obsession. But to be fair to him, you fed into it.

Having dinner with him. Checking in after every lengthy mission. Trading spare keys to your apartments. Knocking on his door in the deep dark night when you hear something go bump.

Tonight, it’s his turn to startle out of bed - ears burning with your scream still bouncing around his skull. His skin is prickled and damp with sweat, body still slumping with exhaustion as he clumsily slams towards his front door. By the time Takuma’s exposed to chilly night air, he’s fully awake - thin sleep shirt and boxers doing nothing to protect his shivering limbs.

Maybe it’s the sorcerer in him, but his head immediately goes to the worst; past gutters and garbage pails and dingy avenues and straight into hell. Bodies ripped apart and rotting away. Darkness that lingers through any hour of the day. Caution tape he and Nanami could be ducking under to perform their own investigation.

He slips through your door - barely able to hear the sounds of your whimpering and huffing over his own labored breaths.

A plain white door seals your noises. The door you’ve told him leads to nothing more than a boring guest room. Another yelp draws Takuma to the metallic knob, it’s cold in his hand.

Takuma is young. Reckless and blindly following his instinct. He thinks he’s mature and seasoned as a sorcerer, and he doesn’t stop to consider more plausible explanations when he’s already certain you’re in danger.

Preferably, when he barged in - you’d still be unharmed and he could save the day and finally work up the courage to make things official.

When Takuma barges in you’re unharmed, but more eye-catching than that - you’re not in need of saving. At all.

A man with long, flowing black hair that you’d once introduced as an old high school friend glares up at him from a chair in the corner. In front of the boy is a camera on a tripod. In front of the camera, is you on your back - arched up - hips tittering and twitching against the vibrator strapped cruelly to your clit.

“Uh- hah?” you look up, eyes glazed as your muscles seize up and legs clench shut, hips bucking wildly against the stubborn buzzing, “‘kuma!”

The man sitting behind the camera throws his hands up, evidently frustrated, before shutting off the vibrator.

Takuma clenches his eyes shut, both to block out the sight and memory of you calling his name as you came, “Shit- sorry!”

He rushes back out the room, only pausing when he hears your voice - a little cracked and raw, “Hey, wait!”

You’re clenching a silky crimson sheet over your shoulders as if the thin, draping material could possibly leave much to the imagination. As if he hadn’t seen and heard positively everything, you shyly avoid meeting his eyes before asking in that fried voice,

“Does this change anything?”

Rearing his head back in shock, Takuma immediately denies, shaking his head vigorously, “What?” his head bends down a little, desperately trying to find your gaze, “That you make porn?” he rubs the back of his neck, “Nah, just embarrassed I- you know…”

You do know.

You hum, squeezing the sheet tighter around your bare body. Pure boyishness in his flustered nature, something polite and sweet and youthful. All tongue and tenderness. It makes you want to tear him up between your canines. See just how embarrassed he can get.

“If you’re ever interested, then you can be in a couple.”

You almost wish you had the camera pointed at Takuma to catch his adorable jaw drop, “For real?!”

…

“There’s something very special about this video,” you tilt your head, resting it against your shoulder, “I’d like to introduce someone.”

Reaching out, you snag Takuma by the shirt and drag his stiff body closer to your side. He stumbles into frame, watching with wide eyes as his hard cock bobs by your face. Your smile is nothing but sly, dripping sex appeal as you bat your lashes at the camera. He feels hot, entirely unused to the feeling of this faux third presence in the bedroom. The nerves settle into something more familiar when you reach up, lovingly scathing your nails across the thick planes of his bare thighs.

You press your cheek against the reddening skin, a shadow casting across your eyes and nose as his erection hangs above your face. It twists the unpleasantness in his gut back to arousal. Nice, warm, familiar arousal. Running the tip of your index finger along the underside all the way to his drooling slit, “My newest toy. And if this goes well, then he might just become a regular addition.”

He knows what you mean. But the intimidation factor still rests heavily in his muscles. He knows you wouldn’t dump him over what your viewers had to say; but as he stares at that shiny lens, he feels that delusional angst begin clawing up from the bottom of his throat.

Then he feels your soft lips press against the ticklish spot on his hip. A soft dew is left behind by your gloss, and he briefly wonders how many times he’d be called an idiot if he got the residue’s imprint tattooed.

Your previous teasing grin morphs into something more genuine. Your boyfriend’s red in the face with both hands stuffed behind his back to avoid obstructing the camera’s view of its star.

“Try to relax for me, yeah?” you mutter against his skin, “Trust me - the best stuff is when you’re really enjoying yourself.”

He tries to grin, but the pounding of his heart is too obnoxious to ignore, “Don’t wanna embarrass myself.”

“You won’t,” you straighten up on your knees, petting a hand down the back of his thigh, “You can watch it back if you want. If you don’t like it, it won’t go up.”

His shoulders loosen, he nods, “Yeah, yeah - okay!” suddenly, he’s looking back at the camera, “You won’t leave this in, right?”

“‘Course not,” you kiss his hip bone again, “Just relax and have fun, baby. Best stuff is all raw.”

You lean up on your knees, pooling frothy spit to the perch of your lips and letting it dribble over the warm, flushed head of Takuma’s cock. Your hand spreads the mess down his length while your tongue strips up the underside of him. Kissing his cockhead before sliding your boyfriend into your mouth.

He whines a little, hips subconsciously bucking deeper into your warm maw. His tip pops past the rim of your throat and his arms come up and press against his lips, trying to smother down the whimpers that claw for escape.

The weight of his cock slides along your tongue, and you hum at the feeling. At the heated skin seering your soft mouth.

Hollowing your cheeks and curving his cock down your throat, you take earnest delight in how Takuma shudders seeing your nose pressed against his dark pubes. Pulling back, you press your tongue into the underside of your boyfriend, and let the saliva gurgling past your lips pool into the palm of your hand. Once wet, your hand comes up to Takuma’s balls and bathes them with attention.

He moans this time, cheeks reddening at the sound as he glances towards the camera shyly. Aiming to take his mind off the embarrassment, you slip yourself back down to the base of his dick. Thighs squishing together at the burgeoning heat from his lewd mewls.

Saliva oozes past your plumped, raw lips and drips down your chin. Takuma wants to politely wipe it away, but he’s too preoccupied trying not to humiliate himself by cumming already. You unsheath his cock from your throat again, and he’s ready to bitch out between his moans when you swap your hand and mouth.

Your warm tongue envelopes his balls while your hand fucks his cock. You let the wet, hot, smooth skin brush over your cheek and temple and the messiness of it sends tingles over your boyfriend’s spine. One of his hands darts over yours, squeezing tightly around his dick, while the other finds the back of your head. He whimpers and bucks and you’re not acting when you perk up in excitement.

Licking back up to the head of his cock, you let Takuma take over jerking himself off, and decide to give him more eye candy to finish off the video.

“Cum for me, honey,” you coo, hands squeezing and pulling at Takuma’s thick thighs like putty, “Want it, want ya to cum for me.”

Takuma’s chest is beet red in constant flux as he heaves and whimpers, tugging his cock over your face. His eyes are low and fluttering with lips pink and wet, rounding and stretching into the prettiest little ‘O’ for you. His eyes crinkle shut and his head is thrown back with a final moan when the first spurt of cum hits your cheek.

You moan, mostly for added effect rather than pure enjoyment, as Takuma milks the last of his orgasm onto your lolled tongue and hot cheeks. When no more splatters out onto your face and the overstimulation starts to burn at him, Takuma takes his hand away. You turn to the camera, swallowing the cum on your tongue.

When you feel stray flecks of cum beginning to run down your brow, you close your eyes and try to wipe where you feel the mess.

Takuma gasps - air washing consciousness back into his jittering body - eyes falling down onto your face. Both eyes scrunched and skin painted in sticky streaks.

“Ah, shit,” Takuma yanks his pants up, ignoring the unpleasant sensation in favor of dashing through your apartment for one of your older towels. The ones you keep specifically to clean up nasty messes. He wipes away the cum with a damp towelette, then dries you off with a separate one, “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda gross…”

“Babe,” you snicker, “I literally told you to do it.”

He scoffs, continuing to dab at water trickling down your face, “Yeah, but the clarity I just got - like if a guy did that to me? Holy shit.”

You laugh again and he feels the hot fire of pride ignite in his chest, “Be fair, you’re not into men.”

“Okay, but if I was,” he pecks your lips when he’s sure none of his cum clings along your skin, “I still can’t be disrespecting my hot breadwinner girlfriend, you know?”

~~

i <3 takuma. begging gege to spare him

[preservationofnormalcy]

How do I get the sewers where I live to stop growing into my house? It's really annoying when I go into the pantry and there's a manhole in the middle of the floor :(((

First off - if you have any books or documents relating to nonstandard geometry and/spatially noncompliant architecture, remove them from the premises ASAP. That’s how architectural infection starts, typically a bibliographic agent.

If there’s nothing like that, we may need to send some people out to look for isoptera arkhitekton, commonly known as a timespace-mite.

Like many Extranormal animals, there's no real consensus on where they come from or how they operate. We have some reports of them before the 60s but they really seemed to explode after that.

Hey boss, we got a message from RR.

Hold on, I'll get that in a second.

Timespace Mite infestations can be identified by rooms or areas of a space "sinking" into one another while the realspace integrity remains more or less intact, or by a blue glow in corners of a room. It may sound similar to an ontophage infestation, but remember that ontophages start by eating small items and work up to eating reality on a broader scale - Timespace Mites start by gradually eating the ontology of larger structures. We'll have to bring in reality clamps if it's that.

What did Kuma say?

She said Brea saw six for sure. She counted twice.

In that case we need to isolate which five these are...I have an idea.

The ones we got here are Big Tony, Medium Tony, Not as Big as Big Tony But Bigger Than Small Tony Tony, Small Tony, and Antonio, Boss.

What?

I, uh, asked them.

[funishment-time]

as a summer camp stan

i will say you are 100% Allowed to not like the writing (we're not going to talk about the "game" aspect) but always keep in mind that it's the nicest AU there is.

in this world, everyone has had three peaceful years together. Syojack is a Known Entity, Chihiro comes out without issue, people think it's funny Imposter walks around as Byakuya, Hajime is besties with everyone in class 77, Usami is real, Mukuro's made tons of friends in disguise as Junko, Kamukura exists but may not be Hajime at all, etc etc.

the Kumas are a nuisance at worst! this Chiaki is a beatific combo of DR3 and AI Chiaki! the v3 kids are happily attending! Junko hangs out on the sidelines being annoying with her little robo-bear! even Shuichi lacks his hat...

in-universe, this means that some characters are going to feel Different because they've never been backed into a Tragic Corner here. literally the worst thing that's happened to any of them is the stuff already in their main timeline backstories. that is to say, Mondo's still lost Daiya, Kyoko's still lost Yui, Rantaro's looking for his sisters, but there's been no Enoshima Brand Killing Game, ever.

so of course some characters seem Worse or Better! they've never had to show the sides of them we see come out in the main timeline. Toko's still kind of a brat because whatever she went thru with Komaru was way less dangerous than UDG. Tenko's still kind of a brat because she's never had to change or woman up, and Himiko only recently warmed up to her because there's no fucking scythe in Tenko's head separating them for eternity. Kyoko's had no reason to trust anyone, and Kaede has plenty of friends to make besides Shuichi...

it's a strange place. if, knowing this, the writing still feels off to you, that's Totally Fine. we all have our opinions and interpretations! but remember that a gentle world will bring some perhaps unexpected sides of our blorbos out. it may not necessarily be OOC, just a version of them we never got to experience because Murderdeath

[rayshippouuchiha]

Pupdate?

Bisuke is growing like a horse tbh. Like, I took in a sweet babe and then woke up one morning to realize I'd been tricked into adopting a small truck. She's on the verge of outgrowing her second harness already (this one a large where the first one was a medium) and she lost bed privileges because she ripped holes in all four corners of the super soft bed I bought her and I woke up to her rolling around in a pile of cotton.

I've switched from attempting to find a bed for her she can't destroy to starting her a dog blanket hoard instead since she really likes the soft little blankets I bought for her when I first got her and she's yet to destroy those.

Her favorite toys are her two stuffed angry birds which low-key made me emotional because they were my Mom's and she gave them to my last dog Kuma and he carried them around for years before he died and never messed them up. I dug them out, cleaned them up, and gave them to Bisuke and now she's doing the same thing. She'll toss them around and chase them but hasn't otherwise done any damage to them.

Potty training is going pretty well, she still has accidents here and there (thank god for washable puppy pads) but overall she likes keeping her space clean so she's been eager and happy to take her walks which has been fantastic.

She's opinionated but sweet, has learned that she's being too rough if I look at her and go "pain" and then she immediately calms down and gets all gentle.

She's an overall sweet girl and I love her desperately.

If anyone would like to contribute to her slow take over of my house I, as always, have a ko-fi and she has her own wishlist of things I'd like to get her.

[sakumz]

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a/n : been obsessed with toshiki masuda lately not lately AGAIN. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMF HJSHDHAJSJ anyways happy valentines

[ s. rei x gn reader ]

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rei sakuma... a plague living in your mind. how can you avoid that outstanding creature when he's everywhere or at least that was what you can spot the last few days.

you were running some grocery errands late last night. who did you bump into? rei sakuma. he, too, was doing some late night shopping. he said its better for him to do it at night as he's more active, therefore strong enough to carry his grocery and offer that he could carry yours as well. you scoff and rejected the offer and bid farewell, leaving the vampire alone.

you were having lunch with kaoru the other day. did rei pop out again? yes, he did. he joked about how kaoru was "cheating on him" and how kaoru was "stolen" by you! kaoru could only laugh bitterly at his friend and apologise to you for your sudden change of mood. you were glaring, clearly pissed off at the ruby eyed man. you just wanted to share some company with the blonde, seeing as he was alone in the cafeteria. he seemed to enjoy your company, striking a conversation with you until rei came. you excused yourself shortly after rei sat and starting yapping your ear off about stealing kaoru.

this was the last straw! you bumped into rei along the corridors. falling from the impact as he offers a hand.

" no stop, " you push his hand away.

" what? " he questions.

" why are you following me around, stalker? " you brush yourself up as he stares bewildered.

" oh, " he softly chuckles.

" coincidence? " you pout at his words. you can't believe him. he smiles at your reaction.

as you stand up, ready to walk away. you see rei at the corner of your eye, walk behind you. what's with him? you turn around ready to question and give him a piece of your mind when you're stopped by another man.

" hey, l/n. did you see kuma-kun? " izumi says. you can't help but laugh a little as you point behind you.

kuma-kun, sakuma was behind you after all. izumi shoots you an annoyed glare.

" not that sakuma, " he sighs as he rubs his forehead.

" yeah I'm aware, I didn't see him though. " izumi sighs once more before bidding you and rei farewell to continue his search for his fellow member.

" well? you can't be following me everywhere now, can you? " rei's silence was definitely deafening.

" happy valentines? " he walk past you as fast as the words were spilled.

you continued on with your day. everything felt oddly normal. it's the day of love, you received and handed chocolates. you had prepared chocolate for rei too. it was odd if you gave chocolate to everyone from undead and his brother than him. you couldn't give him, his earlier since your bag wasn't with you. you contemplated between finding him or going home. you could give him tomorrow. its already 6 pm, would he still be here?

you decide to walk around the garden, for once you hope he'd be here. he was indeed there with kaoru no less.

" oh... hey y/n! " kaoru greets first, hoping you'll save him from the grip rei has on his arm.

" hey... " you greet back.

" it's late, are you going home soon? " rei starts.

" kinda, I still have one last thing to do. " you mumbled as rei gave you a soft smile, letting kaoru go.

" I'll walk you home then, meet me at the gates. " rei instructed and you obeyed. it was suffocating to be there, you felt.

walking home with rei was a special occurrence. he wasn't as chatty as you expected, he listens and prompts the conversation. arriving at your doorstep, you're quick to stop him from turning on his heels.

" here. " you hand him the chocolate as he blushes a bit at the action.

" thank you, " he says.

" happy valentines. " you reply.

he takes a step forward and gives you kiss on the cheek. " be honest, you like me too? " he laughs.

" I do, but you're annoying! " you playfully scolded as he laughs once more.

[cxtori]

Hi :3

Can u please do a jealous scenario with Kumatani? (^o^)

Thank u <3

I love your writing <3

Mitsuo Kumatani ✭ Not Jealous

wc: 1.5k

genre: fluff, jealousy, establish relationship

warnings: n/a, most definitely a little ooc Kuma here lmao

tori's note: I'm not gonna lie to you anon, I really struggled writing this. I just don't really see Kuma as the jealous type, so I didn't know what kind of situation to write lol. I hope he's not too OOC? I'm sorry babes, I did my best *cries* also, also SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG LOOOOL

Kumatani always considered himself a typically calm and collected man. Someone who didn’t let things get under his skin easily. It wasn’t often that his emotions got the better of him, but when they did, it was usually because something (or someone) had pushed his buttons until they shattered.

The emotion he usually felt in such instances was annoyance, sometimes frustration and anger. But what he was feeling right now was a new one, and it was intense. 

“Wow, these trees look great, Y/n!” Eddy exclaims. Kumatani watches as the assistant director stands beside you, patting you on the shoulder. Kumatani feels his heart wrench when you nervously laugh out a ‘thank you’.

The bear suit he was so “blessed” to wear everyday didn’t have many perks. It was hot and stuffy, oftentimes itchy. It was hard to move in and it impaired his spatial awareness which, for him, was frustrating. 

But, a pro to the suit was it allowed his eyes and face to do whatever they pleased as it wouldn’t be seen by anyone else. He could roll his eyes and give annoyed expressions all he wanted without consequence. 

So, for moments like this, when he’s glaring holes into the back of Eddy’s head, he was thankful for it.

“They’re really not a big deal,” you say, brushing off the man’s compliment. You pick up a fake maple leaf and reattach it to a plastic tree branch, hoping it’ll stay in place this time. “They only took a couple hours, and they’re already falling apart.”

“Come on, give yourself some credit!” Eddy says, shoving his rejected compliment back in your face. “I couldn’t do anything like this, which is exactly why we hired you.” 

“Haha, right,” you say with a forced laugh. “Well I should get these onto the set  before Derekida shouts at me,” you say as you carefully pick up one of your mini maple trees, your hands squeezing the rough, faux bark. But, before you can walk away, Eddy begins to speak again.

“Oh, hey, I was uhh… Well, ummm… ” Eddy stutters and you feel your stomach drop. Oh no. You know that look as well as that nervous quiver in his voice. Before he even continues you already know where this is going. “I was planning on trying out that new restaurant tonight, would you wanna go? O-only if you’re not busy, that is...”

Just as you feared. You and Kumatani have only been dating for a few months, and you both preferred to keep your relationship quiet, so you can’t blame Eddy for not knowing. But seriously? Here? Now? In front of your boyfriend? You admired his courage but hated his timing.

“Oh, Eddy that’s nice but,” you start, trying to find a way to let him down kindly. You turn your head just enough to see Kumatani out of the corner of your eye. You turn back to Eddy, ready to break the news, and possibly his heart. “Umm, thing is-”

“We’re busy tonight,” Kumatani interjects, popping up beside you. 

“Aww, really?” Eddy says, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Yes, really,” Kumatani says sternly, laying an arm gently over your shoulders, silently saying all that was needed. “Now, leave her alone.” You glance over at your boyfriend, even though you can’t see his face. 

Not many people can tell when Kumatani is getting ticked unless he purposefully shows it. You however, can tell by the slightest change in his tone. And based on the few words he’s just spoken, he’s not just ticked, he’s pissed.

Your eyebrows quirk and you question just why he was so mad. Eddy doesn’t know you’re dating, and it’s not like he’s pushed your boundaries. Kumatani seems to surprise himself with his words, his stoic shell cracking a bit.

“Oh, I see… s-sorry,” Eddy mutters. The director walks away without another word, partly out of respect, but mostly out of fear. He knew better than to make Kumatani mad.

You stand there in silence for a moment, tiny tree in hand and stuffy bear suit over your shoulder. 

“Thank you. But you know you didn’t have to do that. It was just Eddy,” you say with an awkward giggle. Mitsuo removes his arm from you and takes a small step back.

“Sorry. I don’t really know-”

“Y/n! We need those trees!” Derekida’s voice echoes through the studio, cutting Kumatani off and making you jump out of your skin. You groan, turning to pick up another one of the fake plants.

“Be right there!” You shout back, doing your best to hide the annoyance in your voice. Though it's not like Derekida hasn't heard it before. You turn back to your boyfriend, still interested in hearing what he has to say. “Hold that thought, ‘kay? I’ll meet you in your dressing room in a minute.”

Kumatani just nods as he watches you stumble to the filming set with your props. 

It doesn’t take you long to get the trees set up in preparation for Utano and Iketeru’s next performance. The moment you’re satisfied with how everything looks, you sprint to the dressing rooms before Derekida can notice you’re leaving.

You knock on the door before entering, finding Mitsuo standing in the room with his bear suit removed. Well, all but the mask. You stand there in silence for a moment as you stare at him, wondering why he’s bothered to take off everything except for the head.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask curiously. Your boyfriend remains unmoving, his arms cross over his chest.

“What do you mean?” He says casually, like he doesn’t expect you to question his choice of outfit. You roll your eyes with a small laugh before walking up to him and gently placing your hands on the bear head.

“Come on, I can’t take you seriously with that thing on,” you say and he doesn’t resist as you carefully pull the mask up and off of his head. You smile at the sight of his steely grey eyes, much better than the soulless black dots of a fake bear.

“Hi,” you say airily, leaning closer to him.

“Hi,” he says in return, his lips curving in a faint smile. You set his mask down on the table and sit on the edge beside it.

“So, wanna tell me what happened earlier?” You ask. Mitsuo’s eyes flash with a very brief moment of annoyance, and you just barely catch it.

“There’s nothing to tell. He tried to ask you out and I told him off,”

“Yes, but I think there’s a little more to it than that,” you push gently. “You seemed pretty upset.”

He just looks at you, not bothering to give even a small hum in response. But recalling the situation from just a bit ago was getting him irritated again.

He’s being ridiculous, he knows he is. He's not sure what set him off to begin with. People are allowed to compliment you, especially on things you’ve poured your time and effort into. But for some reason, seeing Eddy interact with you like that angered him.

He wasn’t about to tell you that though. That would mean admitting that his emotions got the better of him. And even though it is something that has happened before, he didn't like the feeling of losing control.

You watch him stand in his silence, replaying the situation in your head when it hits you.

“Are you jealous?” You ask bluntly.

 “Jealous?” Mitsuo repeats, caught off guard by your assumption.  “Of course not.” He looks away from you and crosses his arms back over his chest. He’s trying to look unperturbed, but you absentmindedly make the connection to a pouting child. He may have been annoyed, but he certainly wasn’t jealous.

 “Oh, you’re so jealous. This is hilarious.”

“I said I’m not jealous,” he says simply, but from the slight change in his tone of voice, you can tell he’s at least a little jealous, even if he doesn’t know it. You laugh softly and stand from the table, walking over and taking your boyfriend's hands in yours.

You look up at him sincerely, though his eyes avoid yours.

“Mitsuooo,” you coo. The man grunts in annoyance, wanting this conversation to be over so he can leave. He never thought he’d be given the choice to wear his bear suit or talk to you. And he certainly never thought he’d want to choose the former of the two. 

You raise a hand to his cheek, tenderly pulling him to face you, smiling brightly when his eyes finally meet yours.

“It’s okay if you are, I’m just teasing,” you say. You lean up to place a soft kiss to his lips and, while at first he doesn’t kiss back purely out of indignation, he soon melts into you, unable to resist your lips against his. You pull away, a satisfied look on your face.

“Are we good?” You ask, just inches away from his lips. 

“There wasn’t a problem with us to begin with,” Mitsuo states, a smirk, while absent on his face, audible in his tone.

“You know what I mean,” you say with a laugh. “Please don’t give Eddy a hard time. I love you and only you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

“Are you sure?” Mitsuo jokes.

“Shut up!” You say, giving your boyfriend a playful punch on the arm. He smiles as he grips your waist and leans down to kiss you, his warm lips molding perfectly against yours, warmth spreading through your body.

“I love only you too.”

©Cxtori 2024 please do not copy, plagiarize, repost or translate. reblogs appreciated

[an-au-blog]

Ok, I was listening to something and got thinking about Zoro in the East Blue Asylum wing au.

He has to take an extra pill for his aggressive tendencies and paranoia (which is an unfortunate combination, especially for the people who have to hold him down when something happens. He's pretty strong even though he can't train properly within the facility and when he jumps to a fight he wreaks havoc. Not to mention that Sanji is one of the few people who stop him from fights, as he jumps every time Luffy does, which is pretty often.) The problem with the pills is that he hates taking them. He usually hides them under his tongue and then throws them out when no one's watching (or gives them to Brook, who loves the calm feeling they give him because he believes that corpses (as he sees himself) need to rest and be in peace.)

But on the rare occasions when he does take the pills, he gets drowsy and extremely passive. He usually just broods in the corner but after the pills, he's almost like a plant. Sanji, because of past trauma and his extreme fear of authority figures, often asks Zoro to take his pills because they could get into trouble. Zoro finds it hard to tell him 'no'. The only other people he would take the pills for were Luffy and Chopper. But Luffy loved that Zoro hated all the rules as much as he did. And Chopper assumed that Zoro was calm because he was already medicated and it was the medicine at work that made him well-behaved.

The first time he made him take them, he watched him do it to make sure he was obeying the rules and all. They were huddled in the corner and Sanji was just talking about anything and everything but at one point he realized that Zoro wasn't responding. He freaked out and was on the verge of a panic attack when Nami rushed over to reassure him it was okay and that it was just the pills.

"It's okay, it's okay. Look, his eye is still moving." She pointed out.

And sure enough, there he was - slouched and looking at Sanji. His face was expressionless but there was an odd kind of calmness to him. Nami took both their hands and put them in one another (essentially making them hold hands.) Zoro squeezed his hand. It reassured Sanji a bit, but he still refused to leave his side for the rest of the day.

Some of the doctors and nurses didn't like that the east blue wing was starting to become so codependent. They thought that it was an unhealthy coping mechanism but on Dr. Chopper's request, none of them were separated. Until the experiment they did with Dr. Kuma, that was...

Zoro sometimes gets visited by his sister and father. When he argues with his sister he seems more normal than what he acts like with the doctors or nurses. Some of them suspect that he got better a while ago but is faking his illnesses now just so he can stay with his "crew". Ironically enough would be another thing they'd have to try and "medicate" him from.

(I'm thinking of posting some EBAW au sketches for 300 followers maybe? Idk we'll see when we get there ;))

[overtaken-stream]

Drunk Deeds

Dracule "Hawk-Eye" Mihawk x F!Reader

Notes 1: I wanted (Y/N) to have met Zoro at some point in the pre-time skip as a foe (She lost) and since Zoro is an exceptional swordsman in her eyes, she (forcefully) choose him as her teacher after their brawl, unfortunately for Zoro, Kuma repelled you to the same place as our fav moss head. Note 2: I completely forgot about ages, but reader is older than Zoro, bc I find it funny for a grown woman to beg 19 y/o boy to teach her his swordsman ways. Note 3: It isn't specified if she is a straw hat, I left that open. Note 4: All this does not matter because I never mention it anyway.

Warnings: Oral(female receiving), wine involvement in a sexual activity.

The taste of grapes remains on your tongue, the calm, an almost invisible buzz of alcohol was underlining your headache that's been long forgotten now that the causes are thrown outside, out of your domain of expertise.

Your eyes wander over to the World Economy Newspaper, the major source of information covered in sweet propaganda and untruthful words regarding the newest attraction, the aftermath of the Summit War of Marineford. The monochrome pictures are scattered on the page and long paragraphs cry out for attention. Truly a tragedy to have greed decor and cover the crimes against humanity committed by the Marines.

Whether it's the gruesome pictures or the liquor you drank to rid of your thirst, the dry feeling on your tongue stays unnerved, it returns every few minutes you take in the wine.

It should be a familiar feeling, you think as you, yet again, grab the wine glass by the base of the stem, the clear rim is tinged with the soft color of your lipstick and there is a small amount of fluid remaining in the bowl, which you gulp down quickly, putting the empty glass back on the red tablecloth, you take a moment to swallow the last of the rich liquid. Then spinning the glass stem in between your fingers, you can feel your ears clog as the drunkenness heats your cheeks, though the wine does little to quench your thirst, the pleasant aftertaste left in your throat spreads throughout your consciousness, warm cozy fondness soon turns you drowsy and gasping for air.

Swift slamming of a cup in front of you makes you snap open your eyes (when did you close them?), and before the panic sets in an unknown voice interrupts the alarms going on in your head.

``You should know your limits.`` As soon as it came, the dread you felt quickly disappeared, and familiarity settled.

``S-Sir Mihawk!`` your flustered self is met with piercing Hawk eyes, thanking away whatever excuse that was quickly dancing on your tongue. ``Y-you have an extravagant taste in... Uh, wine Sir!``

The thought of when he had returned, or how you didn't notice his footsteps get lost in your clouded mind as his judgemental eyes wash over you, they settle under your skin, and for a moment you think pouring ice-filled water over yourself in snow would be better than the predatory gaze he sets upon you.

It isn't like he forbade drinking the wine he has hidden in every corner of the castle. Still, a drop of nervous sweat travels down your neck.

You swiftly turn away from his stare, eyes landing on the cold water-filled cup that he rudely slammed against the table, apparently for you to drink. Without words, you pour the water down your gutter, cool liquid satisfies the overheated core within, to the point that your worn-out teeth hurt from the cold sensation. By the time you set the partly empty cup down, Mihawk had already sat at the head of the table, away from you.

``Thanks for the water...``

For an unknown reason, his choice of seat made your heartache.

``Hm.``

Looking at the man, without his signature coat and the hat, felt surprisingly intimate, despite knowing each other for two weeks, all four residents, including yourself fell into a fresh routine quite easily. A routine that Mihawk adapted quickly and religiously maintained.

The hawk's eyes look up from the morning newspaper that he grabbed without your permission, and if it was anybody else, you might have said a snarky remark.

``Hand me the wine bottle.`` You have no issue being bossed around, you are more confident when following the orders of others, as annoying and humiliating as it is for somebody else, it doesn't bother you, especially when it comes to the warlord in the room, his orders are minimal, rare, and you don't feel any control from him, unlike Zoro who seems to get annoyed on your behalf whenever the older man 'dictates' your actions, leading to pointless remarks sent in your way.

Don't you feel lesser?

You stretch out your arm, sluggishly grabbing the exquisite bottle, and gently placing it in the rough hands of the swordsman.

You watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he pours himself the said wine, grabbing the glass and before he drinks, the man tilts his head down in a thankful gesture toward you.

No, I don't feel any lesser. Why? Because Mihawk does not mean demean.

It isn't until he puts his lips onto the rim that you finally recognize the stained glass. Your eyes widened.

``Wha-Hey! Don't drink it!`` you flung up your arms in the air, however, no amount of blushing could stop him in time.

``That's my glass!`` You watch as his eyes open, the wine and glass still resting on his mouth, his incorrigible face is misplaced as you mumble embarrassed whispers his way while hiding behind your hands.

A second passes, ten seconds pass. The silence suffocates your flustered face hidden behind your arms away from the prying eyes of no man.

``Huh.`` The sound escapes his (probably) lipstick-stained lips, it shatters the awkward pause between you two. ``I... apologize.`` A faint blush on his heated cheeks is swept under the rug.

It takes you a bit to let your hands down, even longer to look at him in his static eyes.

Only after he grabs himself a clean wine glass, do you stop hiding your flaming cheeks away from him, sneaking glances at the open ruffled neck his white button-up shirt includes. The residue from earlier sits beautifully on his chapped lips, giving a faint shine from the lack of proper appliance. The color stains the transparent rim, laughing and teasing you, spreading countless unknown emotions that make you shy away and maintain eye contact with a tablecloth.

``Is there something on my face, (Y/N)?`` His double-ringed eyes land on your form, which you realize is too open for sneaky glimpses you've been giving him. Unaffected by your embarrassment.

You don't know if it's a drunken haze that gave you the confidence out of thin air, but you're sure at some point you've lost yourself in the slow hum of alcohol.

``Mm. Yeah actually.`` He raised an eyebrow at your response.

The feeling spreads like a lit steel wool, the fire following your lines of sanity as it leaves only boldness exposed to a hawk. You bet everything, and by everything you mean your life, the only thing you seem to carry that has any meaning in this meaningless world, on this action.

A chair falls onto the ground. Next, you're bending ninety degrees in angle, right arm rests on your knees as you're standing in the face of a gentleman, left hand travels to the man's lips, pale in comparison to the ghostly skin, rough and torn by the sea, the frown adorns his complexion as your pointer finger pad gently smoothes the color that pops off of him. It sticks to your skin, lipstick revealing your fingerprints.

It sticks like the smell of sake clinging onto the man. The scent that only now you've picked up, due to the proximity. He must have had a great time with Zoro outside.

His eyes watch, stern and unrecognizable as you pull your digit away from his mouth, in slow-mo you let him realize what the subtle, teasing smile on your face was about. He tries to gather what decency remains within, tries to not look down as your shirt reveals soft flesh underneath, concealed in the shadows.

By now you must have caught onto the distant smell of sake clinging to his button up, however, it does not seem relevant to either of you.

Sweat dribbles down from his temple, yet his hand moves up to grab your hip, and his body follows after it. Standing upright.

In your slowly widening eyes, he sees your confidence crumble like the boulders he used for training back in his youth, so effortless to demolish under his eye.

He looked down at the roses that bloomed under your eyes, wide and shaken for an unknown reason.

``Are you flustered?`` There are no words that meet him, his question causes your hands, resting on his chest, to tighten. He already knows the answer.

He drags your body closer, feeling your heat under his skin. His thigh drags your nether region unintentionally rubbing the cloth between your bodies. A hiss escapes your lips, his eyes narrow. ``Y-you're so...!`` You say between your clenched teeth, face heated.

Mihawk's arm tightens around your torso, shoving his knee further until he makes your buttocks meet the edge of the table. The wine bottle rocks back and forth.

``So?``

You are trapped.

``...So... Frustrating...`` Your eyes shut tightly as his lips meet yours. The strong aftertaste of Sake hits your wet muscle since the wine was not enough to cover it. His tongue eagerly entangles with yours, leaving you breathless. Through the clothes, you can feel his hand on your waist trail up your ribs and rest across your chest. It grabs at buttons and frees your body to his eyes.

Your heart thunders in your ear. Embarrassed you grab at his shoulders as he grabs at your thighs, kneading it before dragging you up and on top of the table. With great vigor, his hand removes whatever restriction was between your private parts, dragging and tossing it away. His lips never leave you, even when you struggle for breath, he leans over you, caging your body beneath. The lust drowns everything else, the sight, smell, and sense, for a blissful moment.

It ends unwillingly. The golden eyes watch, and yours stare back, both breathe heavily. The connection is broken when he goes down, leaving you leaning on your elbows to watch as he gazes at your folds with dark desire swirling in his ringed iris.

It's too much. Too blush-making for you. Lying flat on the table as your wrists desperately shelter your eyes. The moment goes on for what feels like forever.

And then the sensation hits you like a truck. 

The cold, wet, bright red liquor drips onto your opening, blazing your face in complete blush as the loud sound of wine meeting ground fills the air.

Your hand flies down to hold yourself stable, letting the uncomfortable feeling overwhelm you.

Turning red, you could only gaze into his eyes that stared at your entrance, hungry for something. After a pregnant pause, he put the wine bottle on the floor, leaving your bottom half shining with red tints.

``Are... Are you insane?!`` your eyebrows turned up, voice shook. ``What are you doing?!`` flailing around you try to move away from his grip, inner thighs soiled in alcohol.

``I apologize for startling you.`` a sly glint lights up in his pupil, proving his apology otherwise. His hot breath disappears as he puts his mouth on your labia and quickly presses his tongue inside you without waiting for your response.

His grasp does not falter, instead strengthens and brings your bottom half closer until his nose finally meets your clit, lips gently travel over your folds, pressing sweet kisses on them that sprinkle over to your inner thighs. Tasting the alcohol with no shame in his actions. Tiny whimpers slip by as butterflies flutter in your stomach, pleasure makes your knees weak as he flicks at your opening. His tongue sneaking around your clit, sucking, circling, discovering with determinded precision what would shatter you to pieces the quickest. The wet sounds escape from his pressings, no doubt tasting and smelling the liquor as his tongue gets closer and closer to that one spot.

He sends shivers up your spine and uses his thumb to harshly rub against your clit, but once Mihawk finally found his desired destination inside of you, there was nothing that would get him to look at something but your pleasure-filled face finally unleash and listen to your cry that he compares to a siren's call, designed to enchant a lone pirate such as himself. He nestles and nuzzles his way through your meager whimpers, enthusiasticlly licking your addicting taste.

It's a shame your time together does not last forever.