#ocean is scary as fucking shit

[burningexeter]

Here's some more info or trivia on the writer and director of the animated cult film 9, Shane Acker and thankfully unlike last time, there's only five here which is perfect for me:

• The movie that inspired him to become a filmmaker or even an animator is Jason and the Argonauts which he described as "the film that lit the fire in me and I didn't even know it was there to begin with".

• He's also an avid comic book fan, citing the works of Neil Gaiman and Robert Kirkman as some of his favorites and calling Frank Miller's Ronin as "one of my favorite pieces of literature and it's the ones you'd least expect".

• Has gone back and forth on whether or not he should have a Twitter account: "It could actually be fun and open a lot of new possibilities for a lot of people who are fans of the movie and fans of Crusoe but at the same time even I think there are a lot of dumb motherfuckers online that are easily triggered by anything and aren't remotely worth fucking dealing with".

• On his twisted and darkly comedic short film The Hangnail, here's what he had to say on it: "That just came from me wanting to do something that was insanely dark and comedic. I got tired of doing lighter stuff so I took a crack at this horrifying idea that I made funny in how twisted as hell it was".

• On whether or not his cancelled animated film Deep will ever get resurrected: "I doubt it completely 100%. I gave it the best shot and it fell through, again it happens. Some things just aren't meant to be. But I am also somewhat interested in doing live action which obviously would not at all be a big movie but instead a small-scale and atmospheric movie set underwater. I could take some influence from Deep if I want to with that. The ocean's already a fucking scary as shit place I would never go near so why not?".

[prolibytherium]

Iceland was so fucking cool btw

[apathyfairy]

me at 13: by the time im 30 i will probably be married and maybe have a kid but for sure i will be living in my dream city and have my dream job. and also a lot of money

me at almost 30: i think i will treat myself to a corn dog this weekend

[zincbot]

been playing dredge! i really love it

[freakinbads]

honestly it's fine to fucking hate the rich but like I think there's a reason that people are so interested in this: it's not because people CARE. It's because it's a morbid fascination with death and the unknown.

[eebie]

Some1 grind me into paste Betqwwn their teeth and spit me out on the pavement like a wad of g um and i watch the world walk all over me As i am stuck in place unmoving

[mycological-mariner]

I’m so mad I just watched the first episode of Hornblower. Only now! After finishing my dissertation! When my dissertation topic was literally the portrayal of epilepsy in film and television

[toytulini]

Omg did you play subnautica did you like it theres FISH

omg. Awhile ago i purchased subnautica and subnautica: below zero for the Nintendo switch, its pretty fun but ive Only played the first one on creative, and ive played the second one on some creative, and then some on survival light mode or whatever it is that forces you to craft things and breathe air but doesnt make u eat food. and i did that only to follow the story lol

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

absolutely random in-character post re: a WIP I daydream abt constantly but afaik have never actually talked abt

WAS I JOKING

WAS I FUCKING EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT AROUND

WHEN I SAID

TO GET YOUR SHIT

OFF THE COASTS.

THE COASTS ARE NOT SAFE. THE OCEAN IS NOT SAFE. YALL DID *NOT* LISTEN AND NOW LOOK.

WHAT PART OF "FOMOIRE" DO YOU PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND

HAVE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON NOW

STAY OUT!!!! OF THE SEA!!!!!

[splattacks]

ive been living here for 7 years but im always in awe of how loud the sea can get at night..... especially now that it's getting colder. god I could swear it was the wind or something, but the way the sound echoes is just different enough yknow? and it'll get louder and quieter louder and quieter. it's the fucking waves breaking like. 3km from here I think

[gojonanami]

BLOODSUCKER - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: you had avoided your ex for so long, only to run into him at a halloween party, and he's the same as ever but has his teeth always been that sharp? ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, nsfw, dub/con, blood kink, gojo has fangs, biting, marking, bloodsucking, fingering (f!receiving), swearing, semi-public sex, sex against a car, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, baby), ✴︎ wc: 2,704

“Can I have a bite?” He whispers, lips against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending a warm flush down your body — and why did he smell so intoxicating? 

The night had gone on normally enough — yet another Halloween party you had been dragged to (after you had lost a bet and ended up being the designated driver for the evening) in another coordinated themed costume — this time for the Barbie movie. Yet another throng of costumed drunks and weirdos you had to wade through while your friends had their fun. And you thought the night would be boring. 

Oh, you were so wrong. 

He saw you first. You were only sure of that, after, because you remembered the prickling of your skin when his ice blue irises had found you lounging in the loft area upstairs — where most people had begun to clear out of after the keg had arrived downstairs. You had let your hair out of your wig, your head aching from the weight of the hair on your head and the cheap elastic band trying to work its way into your forehead. 

You unlocked your phone, looking at yourself in your camera, pouting at the state of your hair — unkempt and unruly from the wig, but you only could do what you could. 

“Great, now I can be a scary Barbie,” you murmur, locking your phone, as you pocket it. 

“Oh, you’re not scary,” and your head snaps up, eyes finding those pools of still blue that looked like you could drown in them — and you very well would. His lips were curled in a small smile, his skin looked pale in the harsh fluorescent lights of the kitchen, “but I wouldn’t mind seeing you be a little scary,” 

“Satoru,” your lips twist, fuck, you thought he’d never show up to this party — you had avoided him flawlessly since your breakup — if you could even call it that. You never official — you were never anything, just a situation that was more than a booty call, but less than a relationship. Every invitation was only accepted with assurance and recon that Satoru would not attend, every exit strategy was planned, and every move was carefully made. 

Except this one. 

“Oh, you recognize me?” he gasps in mock surprise, lips in that shit eating grin you had loved to kiss off of him, but now, all it did was make you want to slap him, “surprised you did after you’ve avoided me for so long, sweetheart,” 

“And apparently you’re the one with brain damage because we broke up — don’t call me that,” you sigh, eyes glancing down at his outfit — a black and white suit with a high collar, as his mouth moved as he spoke, you caught sight of fangs on his teeth, and his eyes glinted with a crimson tint dipped in an ocean of blue, “your costume is fitting — you definitely did suck the life out of our relationship,” 

“Bitter doesn’t suit you, baby,” your eye twitches, as he dares closer, eyes glinting in the low light of the kitchen, “plus y’know, you always did the best sucking,” 

Your traitorous cheeks flush, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes betray you by flickering downwards, “fuck off—“ 

“Oh, I know you want me to fuck something — don’t think it’s off though,” he looms closer, licking his lips, as he smiles — and your heart forgets to beat — did he always smell this good? He smelt of musk, wood, and everything warm and honeyed — the scent melted over you, plying your resistance with sweetness in contrast to his vulgarity, “look at you, haven’t even touched you and you’re so pliant, where’s that mouth now?” And his thumbs drag down your lips, pulling at the bottom one — “looks better wrapped around my cock, doesn’t it?” 

And his words snap you from your trance, slapping his hand away, “didn’t expect an apology from you, but I thought you’d do better than this shit,” 

“Can you blame me for missing you, pretty?” He pouts, “thought you loved me more than that,” 

“And I thought you loved me enough to commit but looks like we both are wrong,” you roll your eyes, “go find someone else to fuck with, Gojo,” 

He raises an eyebrow, “Aw, baby, don’t act so unfamiliar, you had my dick in you after all, you can still call me Satoru,” and then there’s a cheer in the living room that cuts off your retort, as he turns to look. 

And that’s your cue to leave, you slip away from him, grabbing your jacket, making an Irish exit, slipping through the throng of people partying. You manage to get down the street, the streets quiet now, the sounds of the party growing more distant by the second. A sense of dread settled over you the more you walked, forming a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach. The streetlights flickered above you, the wind cutting through your jacket as you pulled it closer around you. Your car was close, right past this wooded backyard, trees lining what seemed to be an abandoned home. There was only a few more yards — and then you heard a twig snap — your head snapped around to look behind you. 

And that was your mistake. 

A hand clamped over your mouth, as you gasped against it, another tight around your middle, your scream was muffled against the palm. And then a familiar voice whispered in your ear, “Boo,” before he lets you go, and you whirl around, smacking Satoru against his chest, hard. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your heart was pumping, hard, nearly banging against your ribs, body still shaking with adrenaline, “what the fuck - that’s not fucking funny,” 

“It wasn’t supposed to be funny — it was supposed to be spooky,” he grins, unaffected by your anger, as your fingers clench into fists, “you didn’t give me a treat so I had to play a trick. It’s the rules of Halloween, pretty,” 

“It wasn’t spooky, it was fucking scary—“ you move to hit him again, and he catches your hand by the wrist, and he’s pulling you close, “let me go, Gojo—“ 

“Satoru,” he corrects, his fingers caressing your cheek, and you feel your knees knocking together, the world shifting beneath your feet, “I’m sorry for frightening you, sweetheart,” and he’s helping you walk over to your car, “just wanted to make sure you get to your car safely,” 

Why were you letting him help you? Why was your body leaning against his? Why were you letting his arm slink around your waist, fingers squeezing your hip? But those same questions sunk away into the inky abyss of your mind, as thoughts blurred over each other, and all you can think about was him.  

“Satoru,” you murmur, as you stumble against him, and he catches you by your waist, steadying you, “I don’t know what’s wrong,” your head rests against his chest, but you felt so comfortable, so…content. 

“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he purred, his words only intoxicated you further, drizzled like melted molasses down your throat, “that spook I gave you earlier really took it out of you, but,” his fingers tilt your chin up, his eyes finding yours — and they glowed, a shiny blue that unnerved you, “should I show you something really scary?” 

“Satoru, what—“ and he’s kissing you, lips sliding against yours — he tastes familiar, hint of candy corn that he was always a fiend for, but he tastes even sweeter than that, headier too — before he parts, “what are you doing?” 

“Showing you just how much I missed you,” he hums, thumb gliding over the length of your cheek, “y’know how hard it was for me without you? Wouldn’t be able to sleep. I could only think about how I had screwed thing up. Would take these long walks at night when I couldn’t sleep,” and his fingers trace down your jawline, before reaching your neck, his thumb resting against your pulse, “turns out those walks were good for one thing,” 

“And what’s that?” You murmur, still utterly distracted by his touch. 

And he brushes his lips against your neck, teeth grazing against your pulse, “Finding a way to keep you — forever,” and his lips find yours again, more insistent this time, as his arms press your body to his, your hands sliding up his chest, caged in by his form, “can I have a bite?” he whispers, lips against your ear now, sending a flush across your cheeks, “just wanna mark you again, like i used to, make you mine,” 

For a moment, the curtain snaps back, mask slipping, as your eyes flutter open without the rosy glasses he had slipped over your eyes, “I’m not yours,” and you only see him — the true him — for a moment. 

His muscles tighten, fingers digging into your sides harshly, gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise, his gaze is dark, navy instead of the usual cerulean with a ring of red that pierces through your skin, but his teeth — his teeth scare you the most — his fangs aren’t fake, his tongue sliding against them both, as he flashed an unnerving smile at you that sends your blood running cold.  

But not colder than his. 

“Satoru — what—“ and his lips find yours again, sending a headiness throughout your body, from your head to the tips of your toes, “I-“ 

“Just let me have this, just this one night,” he murmurs, words as smooth as glass and as needy as need itself, “please,” 

And you’re the one pulling him to you, back against the cool metal of your car, and your fingers cup his face, pulling him against your lips. He tastes like want, his tongue parts your lips, as his fingers slide up your dress, sending goosebumps up your thighs, “Fuck, all it takes for you, huh?” He murmurs, and his fangs nibble at your bottom lip making you gasp, pressing wet kisses down your jaw, until he reaches your neck. 

“Been thinking about this for far too long, sweetheart,” 

two fingers drag down your neck first, as he tilts your head for easy access, and you shiver at his touch — was he colder than before? “I’m going to be doing a lot more than marking you like I did before,” his lips press a delicate kiss to your neck, “need to taste it,” 

And his fangs drag over your soft flesh, before he finally bites you. Your mouth hangs open in a sharp gasp as his fangs pierce your skin, and your head lolls back, as pleasure floods your body. You feel your warm blood dripping from your neck, slipping down your skin, as he sucks from you. 

He pulls away for a moment to look at you, your scarlet blood dripping from his mouth, painting his pale pink lips burgundy, as his tongue darts out to catch the blood slipping down your chin. 

“You taste like everything to me,” he murmurs, pressing his nose against the nape of your neck, “sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, aren’t you?” 

You whimper, “Satoru, feels so good,” and he’s kissing you again, letting you taste your own blood on his lips, it only makes you want him even more. But this isn’t right, something wasn’t right—

“Just give in, sweetheart,” he’s dragging your hands down your sides, squeezing your hips, as his palms rest under your thighs, “let me make you feel good,” 

And he lifts you, guiding your legs to wrap around your waist, as his large palm slides up your thigh, hiking your dress up. He grins, looking at your soaked panties, thumb pressing against your puffy clit, making you gasp and squirm, “wonder if you taste even sweeter down here, baby?” 

You whine louder, as his fingers slide into the waistband of your underwear and snaps it against your skin, “Your blood is pumping harder than ever, bet it tastes even better like that — full of your fear, full of your pleasure,” his fingers are sliding your drenched panties down, “fuck, you’re a little freak, bet you got wet when I grabbed you, can’t all be from the last few minutes,” 

And his lithe finger sinking into you, as your lips part in a gasp as he bullies your walls, “So tight for me,” he groans, as his finger curls against you, making you moan, and his teeth graze against your neck, before sinking in. You both moan in tandem, as he drinks more of your blood, as a second finger parts into your folds, your release dripping down his palm. He’s stretching you out — fingers pistoning in and out, Pleasure courses up and down your body, toes curling, as all you can hear is the sucking of his fangs and the squelch of his fingers in your cunt. 

And then he hits that spot, and you’re cumming, slick dripping down your thighs as you moan, as your hips move against his fingers, riding out your orgasm. He pulls your fangs from your neck, letting your blood drip down your neck. 

He tilts your head back, letting him look at your fluttering eyelashes and fucked out expression, lips parted, as your blood paints your skin a beautiful maroon. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart,” he’s pulling his fingers from you, as you gasp from the emptiness. He places them in his mouth, cleaning them of your release, “think I may get addicted baby, gotta have more of you — doesn’t matter if it’s your blood or your cum,” 

And you hear the clink of your belt buckle and sound of his zipper, as he frees his cock, rubbing against your dripping pussy, “Gonna let your ex fuck you against your car? Gotta have you baby, but if I take you now, I don’t know if I’ll ever let you go,” he’s teasing the head of his cock against your pussy lips, “do you still want me to do it?”

You whine, back arching against the hard surface of the car, “please, I need you,” your fingers wrap around his neck, his lips against yours, “Satoru—“ 

And he’s sinking his cock into you, as he’s lifting your legs to your ears, ankles by his ears as his hips flush against your ass, “Fuck, can you feel me kissing the deepest part of you?” His hips roll into you now, slowly at first, again and again, as your walls throb around him, the car groans and your ankles ache against his slow thrusts, “best cunt I’ve ever had, and all fucking mine now,” 

“Toru, please, more—“ 

And he barks a laugh, sweat slipping down your forehead, his balls slapping against your ass, “so needy f’me, you’re mine aren’t you? Say you’re mine,” he’s grunting as your walls flutter around him, and he knows you’re close—

Your orgasm washes over you, toes curling, and he leans forward, fangs sinking into you, as he fucks you through it. The blood he drinks makes your head dizzy with pleasure, until he pulls away, letting your blood drip from his lips. And he’s grunting, hips stuttering as he bottoms out — making you gasp and whine again. Until he’s cumming inside you, painting your walls white, emptying his load into you. He’s fucking his cum inside your cunt.

And he’s easing your legs down as the two of you come down, his face buried in the nape of your neck, licking at the blood dripping from his bites — your neck beginning to ache and sting now. 

“So pretty, so perfect,” he coos, his lips curling still red from your blood, as he’s curling his arms around your waist, “gotta take you home so I can taste you all over again.” 

“No, I can’t. This was a one time thing—“ 

And he’s tilting your chin up, eyes flashing dangerously, as his lips curl, “I told you, I’m not going to let you go, besides,” he turns your head towards your rear view mirror, your eyes beginning to glint red, “I have to let you have a bite of me later,” and you can feel your blood run cold, “it’s only fair, isn’t it, sweetheart?” 

✴︎ a/n: was possessed to write this by the halloween spirits -- also i have a thing for bloodsucking now unfortunately. have a spooky season :)

✴︎ tag list: @d1rtv, @crazynocturnalkiki, @ichikanu, @dazailover1900, @sinnerstardoll, @bisexualpanicwentoutforasmoke, @dumbabie, @aureatekintsugi, @mooly-artistic, @happymangospot, @hiimarandin, @bunsunee, @5-xiaoo,

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #31

Belphegor: Snail but with no shell

Beelzebub: Oh those is then uuuuuuuuuuu slurms

Satan: A what

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Diavolo: Maybe dogs lick us so much because they know there’s bones beneath our skin

Lucifer: This is worst thing you’ve said by far, thanks

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Beelzebub: Aye can I get Uh…..ingredients on my burger

Satan: Beetroot?

Satan: You want beetroot?

Satan: You want fucking beetroot?

Beelzebub: Ingredience

Mammon: This post feels exactly like a conversation you would witness in a dream and think was completely normal and then wake up and think “what the fuck” for a single millisecond and then immediately forget about completely

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Diavolo: I’ve lost 20% of my couch

Diavolo: Ouch

Solomon: That’s the funniest couch joke I’ve seen sofa

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Mammon: *begins breakdancing gently* what’s wrong son?

Asmodeus: What the fuck. What does this even mean. Who thinks of this shit, why is it so funny. I hate this site

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Mammon: You know what really gets my goat?

Barbatos: El chupacabra

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Leviathan: The future: holograms can physically touch you and there are 12 cases of homicide committed by Hatsune Miku

Solomon: Just 12?

Diavolo: It’ll be 13 if you don’t stop asking questions

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Satan: Do you ever get so excited you just want to crush a human skull in your hands

Mephistopheles: You just described breathing

Satan: I am fairly certain I Did Not

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Mammon: I love it when the city gets rainy at night, and the floor gets all reflective and pretty, and everything becomes more vibrant and gorgeous and you can put any fluid on the ground and people will think it’s water, fools

Lucifer: This post was great until the last part, what are you implying

Mammon: Fool

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Diavolo: Science puns, go!

Belphegor: You must have a pH of 13 cause you basic as fuck

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Satan: Shut up @ people who still say “science side of tumblr”

Belphegor: Science side of tumblr why is this man so salty

Solomon: Osmosis

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Satan: 100 years ago everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today everyone has cars and only the rich own horses

MC: The stables have turned

Mephistopheles: I laughed too hard at this and I hate you for it

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Leviathan: Guys, I’m sorry but I think December 31st is going to be my last day on Tumblr for this year

Leviathan: …If one more person asks me why I’m leaving

Diavolo: Kids, this is why school is important

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Simeon: In primary writing school we had a creative writing assignment where we had to ‘write about a character in a new strange environment’ and I wrote about a squid that was somehow transported from the ocean to the forest floor and slowly choked to death for two pages and I’ll never quite forget the look on my teacher’s face because it turns out she wanted ‘this new school is scary, I hope I make friends’ and not a graphic description of a squid dying

Lucifer: Well that’s just the risk you take if you decide to teach creative writing

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Raphael: Why do stores always say “gifts for her”??? Who is she? Why are millions of Americans being encouraged to buy gifts for this entity? Someone explain

Mammon: We must appease Her

MC: She is all that keeps the darkness at bay. Without Her the Old Ones will rise again, we must not disappoint Her

Solomon: She is watching. She knows.

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[eustasskidagenda]

Hi! I love your writing! Can I ask some headcanons with Kid, Sanji, Zoro, Law et Luffy going to the beach with their S/O, please?? Tysm!

Hello sweet anon! Thank you for requesting, it was fun to write. Hope it will match your expectations ☆

☆ Kid, Sanji, Zoro, Luffy & Law going to the beach with their s/o

CW : g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid is cursing but I guess no one is surprised, Kid is a savage, really vague mention of sex for Sanji, slight cursing for Zoro + mention of alcohol,

WC : 2,3k

Kid

Heavy stomps, mumbling curses, regular sighs and grunts full of irritation. Yep. It was your idea to go to the beach. Kid would never go to the beach by himself because he hates all the screaming children and the sand between his toes. And, the sun could ruin his make-up. So he would act all grumpy, wondering what he has done to end up in such a situation. 

"Goddamn, y/n, come back, you didn't put your sunscreen" Of course Kid thinks about his skin all the damn time, he's such a beauty-influencer when it comes to make-up and skin care. If you neglect to apply sunscreen to your body, he will bark at you, grab you by the wrist, and do all the work himself. And then, you'll have to help him, especially when it comes to applying sunscreen to his back. He won't let you know he loves when you run your hands down his back and along his always tensed shoulders. 

"I've seen this place before you, fuck off!" While planting violently your parasol on the ground, barking to the poor innocent guy who tried to set his stuff at the place Kid noticed in first. "It's my beach."

He's so possessive with everything, help.

Actually, Kid likes one thing about the beach: he can brag about his big man boobies. No shirt, just his glorious bare, toned chest. Every time someone looks at him with jealousy or admiration, he feels so proud; his ego is never satisfied with this. He's perfectly aware of how shaped his torso is, and he's really proud of it. 

Every time someone looks at your body, he feels really pleased with himself. Even if they try, they won't be able to have you. But on the flip side, he's also upset when he realizes that everyone can see your beautiful shapes. His arm would be wrapped around your waist. All. The. Time. 

Kid being Kid, he would smash all the sandcastle made by the children. Prepare yourself to get in trouble with all the mad parents around there, while their children are crying because "the big scary man told me I'm a piece of shit who don't even know how to build a sandcastle" You better watch Kid tightly before he stuffs their mouths with some sand to make them shut up.

"Come on Kid, it's just a child." 

If you try beach sports, he will make everything a competition. Avoid playing volley beach with him, because if you team up and lose, he will smash the ball into the winner's face. "Now who's the loser?" 

If someone tries to sell him an ice cream, he would scowls madly. Does he look like someone licking some fucking ice balls full of sugar? Ugh. It's so ridiculous. 

He doesn't wear armbands because he thinks he's too good for them. "I don't care if I can't swim, I won't use those damn armbands." 

Honestly, Kid hates how weak he is in the water, so he would stay away from trouble. The ocean makes his voice weak, even his strength is leaving him. And, even if his eyeliner is waterproof, he doesn't want to risk ruining his make up. "I fucking hate water" 

Would end up using his DF to find some metal around and build something with it while you're swimming. It looks like he doesn't care, but secretly, he watches to make sure you're safe. And if you're drowning, then, he'll run to save you so yes, congrats, now you're drowning together. 

Luckily, Killer is not too far.

Killer deserves a break.

Sanji 

Oh, damn... going on a beach date with Sanji is not a good idea. All the women in swimsuits would overwhelm him. Sanji, as he is, wouldn't be able to handle all the women around him, even though you are the prettiest of all the people around.

But the moment you take off your clothes and replace them with your swimsuit, his eyes would be on you all the time because you're the most mesmerizing person in the whole universe. 

He's so proud to introduce you as his s/o to absolutely everyone, yes, even that one person sleeping peacefully under their parasol. "Have you seen how beautiful y/n is?" 

Of course, he would help you apply sunscreen to your skin. Enjoy the massage because his hands are so heavenly smooth and divine. He would clearly take advantage of the situation to place some soft kisses along your collarbone, shoulders, neck, jugular, and down your spines. 

It's clear that Sanji brought his own food to the beach. You can enjoy fresh drinks, ice cream, waffles, cakes, fresh salads, and juicy fruits just for you. He wouldn't let you buy some ice cream from the trader because it's probably disgusting, full of sugar and chemicals. Your body is a temple and cannot be contaminated by non-premium quality food. 

He's probably causing the parents to be angry because he's smoking. But Sanji is nice, so if it was asked politely, he wouldn't mind stubouting his cigarette. 

While you're tanning under the parasol, Sanji is probably laying next to you, with a book explaining all the fish he could buy in the town. 

If you decide to go swimming, of course, he's going with you. As the kind person he's, he wants to make sure you're safe, and if you uncomfortable with your body, he wouldn't mind using his own body as a shield, so no one but he can look at you. 

He's a pure romantic, so prepare yourself for some lovely hugs in the water, with him holding you tight and his hands roaming all over your wet skin. Sweet kisses on your neck. He's not against taking things further, but he's romantic and all the screaming children are ruining the mood. But during the night... yes, he's definitely not against swimming at midnight. 

And if he finds some ugly, green, gummy seaweeds, then, he'll take them back to the Sunny. "Marimo, don't let your children alone at the beach."

Zoro

"Oi, y/n, where are you?"

Well, have you already seen Finding Nemo? Remember about Marlin always asking "HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?" Now, you're Marlin and Zoro is your Nemo. 

Do not leave him alone for more than two seconds. Do not leave him buying ice cream for the two of you. Otherwise, the date is ruined. The only thing you will do is ask everyone 'Have you seen a big man with big boobs and green hair?' 

Maybe he'll find the one piece before the end of the day.

"I wasn't lost, your indications weren't clear." 

Zoro's obliviousness means you need to pay close attention to him. Stay close to him and everything will be okay. He's in good shape, so people are probably looking at him with admiration, jealousy, or whatever thoughts come to mind. But he doesn't give a damn, and is probably thinking people are looking at you because you're mesmerizing in your swimsuit. 

He doesn't care about the people wearing swimsuits around him. It's not an event for him. "I won't nose bleed like this shitty twirled-brow." 

He thinks the beach is a good opportunity to train himself. While you're relaxing under the parasol, he's training in the sun. Burpees, push-ups, and even some yoga are used to work his breathing and stability. 

Once he's done, he's all sweaty and wants to swim a bit. If you don't follow him, he'll be swimming until he finds a new island. 

If you're too lazy to swim, he'd be okay with carrying you. If a jellyfish tries to bite your thigh, then, the poor creature is doomed and would end up as a dinner for the crew when you'll get back to the Sunny.

He prefers alcohol over ice cream, of course. It's the best thing to enjoy after swimming and training. While he's drinking, he likes when you rest your head against his chest. On the other hand, he's a bit flustered because Zoro cares about his privacy. But you're too cute, he can't push you away. 

Arms wrapped around your waist while you sleep together. Perfect date for Zoro: training and restlessness. No one would dare trying to steal your stuff because Zoro is used to standing guard on the Sunny, so he would react really quickly. 

At the end of the day, he got the biggest sunburn ever because he forgot to apply sunscreen. Poor Zoro.

Luffy

It's like going to the beach with your overly excited dog. 

He's yelling excitedly, jumping everywhere, laughing loudly, and oh, good luck, he's already running away. You tried to catch his wrist, but it just stretches his arm beyond its limits. Good luck in finding him. 

Well, honestly, if you want to find Luffy, just try to figure out where the food is. He's probably eating some waffles and ice cream, or more precisely, emptying all the stands of their food. 

"Oh Y/N, you're here?" He speaks with his mouth full, obviously. 

Luffy is selfish with food, but he would let you have the last waffle because he loves to see you smile. 

As Zoro, he doesn't give a damn about people in swimsuits. 

If a child has a better rubber ring than him, he's sad. "Y/N, we need to buy a better one! What about this one?" While displaying an extravagant beetle rubber.

He's so happy, with it. Prepare yourself to pull him out the water because while he's watching to find some fish or play with some seaweeds, he would end up falling overboard like the overexcited child he's. 

But drowning wouldn't destroy his joy. Be ready for the sandcastle episode after the rubber ring one. He wants to build the best one. But have you seen his nonexistent artistic skills? His creations wouldn't look great, that's all we can tell. Please, help him building a pretty sandcastle, he's so sad. Poor baby.

"Don't get a sunburn, y/n." While lending you his straw hat. 

"Y/N, have you seen those crabs? Y/N, have you seen how funny this seaweed is? Y/N, have you seen this stone? Oh, Y/N, this cloud looks like Zoro, don't you think?" 

He wants to catch all the crabs and winkles he can find. And would probably end up organizing a crab fight. If his favorite one loses, then the poor baby will be sad again. He's so fluffy when he pouts.

He is eager to try and do everything with you. So you better follow him, because going to the beach with Luffy means you'll never be able to rest peacefully under the parasol. He's too energized to sleep peacefully. 

And if you're sleeping, he would bury you under the sand, so when you wake up, your body is totally covered up, the only thing you can do is moving your toes and head while Luffy laughs loudly and proudly. His laugh is so endearing, you can't be angry with him.

"Gum-Gum… ice-cream stolen" 

Prepare to run away from the guy who is mad at him.

Overall? Not relaxing at all, but funny as hell.

Law

If Luffy is like an overexcited dog, Law is like a cat forced to bathe. Have you already tried bathing a cat? Do you end up with scratches? It's nothing compared to Law.

"Bepo, don't sharpen your claws on the deck!" "What? But it's not me. It's Law, Y/N decided to bring him to the beach. They had to drag him to the ground. 

Yes, Law probably hates the beach. It's a noisy place with noisy people, the food smells bad, the children are annoying, and the sand is irritating. And please, the sea is like the toilet for the fish and all those disgusting people. He's so pissed off to be here. 

"Why me, Y/N-ya?"

"Aren't you happy? The sun is beautiful today! You need to take some breaks from your work." 

His sole response would be an annoyed scowl. 

Ain't no way for him to wear a swimsuit. He's conserving all his clothing, even the hat. And he's standing under the parasol with his arms crossed. All the people around are probably avoiding him, and that's for the best because a 'room, shambles' could happen really fast if they dare to make a comment about his non-appropriate clothes. 

Law would remind you to apply sunscreen on a regular basis.  And he wouldn't mind applying it himself. He loves the feeling of your skin against his palms, it feels like heaven. 

He would remind you to drink water frequently. And to wet your neck before swimming. Certainly, he's watching closely the entire time. He may be mad, but he cares about you. Prepare yourself to have a shadow following you everywhere. If you're too far from him, he'll use his DF to bring you back to him.

"Please, help me, my child needs a doctor!" He's annoyed as hell. Even at the beach, work is still pursuing him. Of course, if someone asked for a doctor, he would help. He's frustrated because he can't take care of someone and keep an eye on you at the same time.

If you give him onigiri, he will look like a child: pouting while eating silently. 

"Y/n-ya, don't touch this, it's a toxic seaweed.", "y/n-ya, come here, you have to stay hydrated."

He would lend you his own hat if you forgot yours, while he's standing under the parasol. "Do not lose my hat." 

No swimming for him. He'll stay away from the cursed water. Just like Kid, ain't no way for him to wear armbands. And if you Try to throw some water on his face, he would look like a wet cat: shocked and angry. Beware, he yowls.

Overall? You had fun. And even if Law acts annoyed all the time, secretly, he would love to have a break day with you.  On his desk, he would keep the beautiful shell you found on the beach and give it to him.

[base0h]

Hiiii. So this is my first time requesting or anything so I’m kinda really nervous??? Anyways, I love your crack fics, I literally giggle non stop and they bring light into my soul.

So, that being said, I have a request. Could you do something with Crocodile and Ace (and whichever other characters) reacting to their s/o having a spider or some type of scary bug on their back? Idk if your can go anywhere with this but hey, it’s worth a shot.

Okay that’s it bye bye have a good day :)))

a/n - omg I’m so glad I can bring light into your life 😭🫶 literally my goal when I’m writing this stuff 💜 oml bro crocodile is afraid of bugs I just know he is 💀 that’s why he had robin, so she could handle them for him

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack, crocodile would leave you with the the bug just to run as far away as possible 💀🫶

- pls if he sees a single bug in his house he’d move out of his mansion and go to another sea of ocean 💀

- don’t get me wrong he takes you with him of course and makes sure you’re protected from those heinous insects. Get ready for loads of bug spray and pest killing chemicals, because your house is going to smell like that for at least a couple weeks 😃🫶

- so one day, you’re relaxing on the sofa, listening to some ambient music, the lights a bit dimmed, with the shutters open just enough for some light to shine through without being too harsh. It was a weekend, so it was due time for some relaxation!

- crocodile had just gotten finished with his work, and finally he’d get to spend some quality time with you. As he walked over, getting ready to join you on the couch, he froze.

- his eyes were locked onto your back, his breathing completely stopped, his body stiff as a board

- a tiny black speck on your back was… moving. Could that be a- SPIDER? You turned around because you heard footsteps, and you looked confused to see crocodile just- frozen, with wide, disgusted, fearful eyes as if you just committed some heinous crime against humanity

- “….Crocodile? You ok?”

- …

- “Hello???? Earth to crocodile?”

- “Y/n. You know I love you right?“

- “…What?”

- “Then you know why I must do this.”

- “What do you me- hey where’re you going?!”

- to go bag (he has one prepared for this exact situation bruh 💀) materializes out of thin air, then cue crocodile skedaddling out the door without explaining or warning you like a scared selfish asshole

- “CROCODILE IT’S NOT EVEN THE SIZE OF MY FINGERNAIL.”

- “IT’S AN INSECT Y/N.”

- “SO YOU’D LEAVE ME WITH THE FUCKING BUG SO YOU COULD GET AWAY FIRST-? 😭”

- “..well of course I would’ve sent someone back for you-“

- “SENT SOMEONE?!”

- see now ace is afraid of bugs too. But he’s not a selfish asshole like crocodile 💀 bro would at least try and protect you while screaming and sobbing

- you two were relaxing, snuggling together and watching the sun set on the deck of the Moby dick. It always never failed to amaze you with how many colors spread across the sky.

- ace absolutely adored these moments with you. It made him feel so- alive but also dead at the same time. Because how could one be this happy and in love with you?

- he looked down at you, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, and that’s when he saw… it

- cue the scream of a demon plus a kid who just saw a clown

- “WTF ACE WHAT?!”

- “BABE- DO NOT MOVE. THERE’S A BIGASS BUG ON YOUR HEAD.”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- ace grabbed his shoe in a panic, and aimed directly at your head. But since he was so afraid, he was closing his eyes.. as he was swinging to kill the bug.. and he ended up slapping the absolute shit out of you instead of the bug

- “Phew, think I got it- Y/N?! WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!”

- “WDYM AM I OK YOU SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME-“

- “Sorry.. OH SHIT I MISSED-“

- “NONONONO ACE WAIT-“

- you got hit five times before he actually got it. 💀🫶 I hope your brain isn’t damaged 😭

- luffy was one of those kids who collected beetles and watched them fight each other like it was the most intense battle he’s ever seen 💀

- so of course he’s not afraid of them. Bro likes them so much that he doesn’t know if the one piece is better or if beetles are better 😭

- luffy was rambling to you about the various different types of beetles, and which ones were the strongest in fights. He was giving you the WHOLE lowdown, their stats, weaknesses, special skills, traits, etc. 💀 you were surprised luffy had this level of knowledge on- anything really

- “Yeah so the atlas beetle can DEFINITELY take down the rhino beetle because of its really tough shell and- OH MY GOD-“

- “Huh-?! What’s wrong?!”

- “OMG OMG Y/N YOU HAVE AN ATLAS BEETLE ON YOUR HEAD!”

- “Luffy you better be joking. Is it even April yet?”

- “Nono it’s right here see?”

- he pulled it off your head and put it in front of your face. The way you froze, and the way your heart stopped, dropped down to your feet, and then climbed back up 😭

- you couldn’t even scream, you just got up and hauled ass away from whatever that abomination of a creature was

- “Y/n where are you going?! I have to show you how it fights!”

- “I’M PERFECTLY FINE NOT SEEING THAT LUFFY-“

- “But y/n they really like you! You’ve got a rhino beetle on your back too!”

- “WHAT?!”

- you legit stopped, dropped, and rolled 💀💀💀 poor robin was watching the whole thing transpire from really far away so she couldn’t hear the context of what the hell was happening 😭

a/n - bro I missed writing these. I’m a bit rusty tho 😂

[nellswitchly]

The last thing Hangman ever wanted to do, was to hurt Rooster. But it was hard not to, when the bastard insisted on doing it to him at every chance he got.

"Why didn't you tell me about your father?"

Bradshaw stares at him emptily, but those deep brown eyes of his seem to soften in the slightest, when all of a sudden he's hit with understanding. Understanding about all the provocations, comments Seresin has been throwing at him: understanding of why the blonde was standing at his door right now, looking for answers that Rooster didn't know if he had. Especially today. It's the night before the mission and the memories of all their fights hang in the air.

"That's what this is about? That's why you caused a scene in front of the entire squad? Brought up my personal shit, all because you're angry?"

"Yeah, well, I'm an asshole. But at least I know it."

"Fuck you and that high horse of yours. Awareness makes it worse, you know."

"Left all my horses back in Texas, don't know about you..."

"Oh my fucking god. See?! You can't take anything seriously, even if your fucking life depended on it, how am I supposed to tell you anything?"

"Bullshit, Bradshaw!" Seresin snaps, and takes a few agressive steps forward as the door closes behind him. "Bullshit, because I told you everything. Everything! You know more about me than anyone in this world, and you threw it all away."

Five seconds of silence haunt the space between them.

"There was nothing to talk about."

Jake sighs and as he realizes he's helpless, turns away, ready to face the door, as well as the tough truth of it all: that Rooster holds zero interest in him. Rooster holds zero interest in trying for him. And Hangman had been trying for long enough. God knows even he had his limits. He goes to grab the knob.

"There was nothing to talk about, okay?!" A begging scream stops the blonde right at the door, as he freezes "What did you want me to say? That my father died on the job and left me all alone, because the woman I once knew as my mother was all but a shell since the accident? Oh yeah, she died too, since you're so curious. My mom is dead. Everyone I've ever... cared about, everyone I loved is dead, Jake. And i can't afford more losses. I can't afford..."

His pupils widen as he basically spits the words out, but stops himself all of a sudden, when he realizes that he might be going too far. Or just far enough: but that's the scary part. He stares Hangman straight into the eye, because he fears that upon looking away, he'll disappear.

But what he sees instead, is the slightest spark of understanding in those ocean blue eyes. And right then it's obvious: after all, they could always read eachother's minds. Hangman knows. But that's not enough for him. Not after all those unsaid, broken promises.

"Say it."

Hesitance hangs in the air. But it's now or never, and Bradley physically cannot accept the never.

"I can't afford to loose you, too."

A distant sigh of relief leaves Jake's lips. That's enough of a starting point. His muscles manage to relax a little, as he realizes that all he needs right now is the nonverbal permission to trap Bradshaw in his arms.

"You don't have to." And when those words leave Jake's mouth, he gets more than just a permission. Because Bradley gets rid of the inches between them on his own.

[madamechrissy]

Up in the Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Just kissing, fingering and a fuckton of sexual tension in this chap, but gets more explicit in further chapters

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 6,733

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through. Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong?

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Chapter 2

The honeymoon suite you and Suguru walk into was on the top floor of the luxurious hotel, with floor to ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the ocean outside, the full moon illuminated the room with its brightness even before you touch the light switch. The living room and kitchen alone rivaled an apartment easily, the sitting area had plush light pastel couches.

Suguru closes the door behind you two, and you nervously smile at him, the stranger you’d brought to stay with you, but it didn’t feel scary. Nerve wracking maybe, but in a thrilling way, mostly he made you feel peaceful, safe, perhaps more than Mahito had in years.

You sigh at the memories, pushing them down.

The suite had a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two, you notice as you continue peeking inside of it, and a walk-in shower with rainfall shower head. It was fancy as fuck, you muse, well worth the amount you’d paid. The bedroom has a king-sized bed adorned with a luxurious rose comforter and plush pillows, romantically decorated with rose petals.

You’re as bright red as the petals as you peek at Suguru, who smiled just a bit at you, his hand on your shoulder comfortingly. You ease, his touch and presence just do something to you, it’s indescribable.

“Are you okay, love?” He asks softly.

“Yes, it is just… a little too much. Fuck this.” You go to the bed then, shaking the comforter out, the petals fall to the floor, then you slip on the comforter, falling backwards, entangling yourself.

You hear his laugh.

Fuck.

You struggle to get out of the cocoon you’re in, arms flailing. “Shit!”

“Hang on, silly.” He says softly through his laughter, then he has you freed, your face at least, the rest of you is still wrapped. He smirks at you, and you blow a lock of hair out of your face, giggling. “You’re clumsy, huh?”

“A little bit.” You wiggle more, and he begins unwrapping you, then his eyes lock on your legs, you pause, your breath catching, and you look down to see your panties are showing under your dress, your skirt up your hips.

It’s completely silent save for the air conditioner in the background, and your heavy breaths that come out in little pants. He’s just stuck there, on the floor over you, hands braced on his legs, fists clenching the material of his slacks. You for some stupid reason can’t move, you’re just looking at his hands, as he looks at your legs, at the lacy red panties you wore.

You grow wet against them, and shift your thighs just a bit, uncomfortable, wanting some friction… What was wrong with you? He notices the motion, those seductive eyes sliding up to meet yours, and you wildly think about him touching you, touching you there .

But you’d just met right?

And would you know what to do?

Your experience was so pathetic, you really only knew how to please a man, because you had unfortunately pleased Mahito on many occasions, while you went completely untouched. Some power play, you had to earn his tiniest caresses with full blow jobs, hand jobs, tittyfucking… basically anything that got him off, just so he’d maybe graze your clit.

God you were embarrassing. This turned on from a gaze, but it was intense, and you could not stop it, stop staring at him, and for whatever reason, he stares at you too, just watching your expressions. He clears his throat, standing finally, holding his hand out to you. You take it gratefully, on wobbly legs, and you both put the comforter back on the bed.

“I’m sorry…”

“Would you not.” He gently takes your arms, standing so tall behind you, you feel the heat of his body, hear the husky tone in his voice. “Why apologize?”

“I just got horny from a look.” His hands tense. You curse. “I have no filter at this point, I-”

“Ah-ah.”

“Yeah… not sorry? I just feel stupid.”

“You’ve been through a lot, and it seems like this dude fucked your mind up, it’s natural you’d be…”

“Horny.”

He laughs a little, his hands ease off your arms, you immediately miss the contact. “Yeah, that, when you’re feeling more comfortable and not so… down about yourself, I guess.”

“You’re crazy understanding.” You turn, looking up at him, you have to tilt your head back, he’s just smiling, easy, like things did not faze him.

“I’m not mad at you for being clumsy and… horny.” Even his cheeks grow a little pink, and you giggle, behind your hand. He frowns, sliding your hand down. “Why do you cover your mouth, don’t tell me another insecurity.”

“He didn’t like my smile.”

Geto rolls his eyes, glaring up at the ceiling. “I have some big friends, my size, I think we could come visit this dude and beat him up.”

You giggle again, hand still in his grip. “It’s weird, I feel almost free? It’s like he did me a big favor leaving me. But listen, it’s not on you to fix my confidence, it will come back in time.”

“It absolutely will. But, you have a pretty smile, so you know.” You smile softer now, looking down at your hands. “I have a feeling I’ll just keep hearing worse shit that he’s done. And I’ll have to find this guy.”

“It is worse, but no, no need. Not worth the effort. Now look at me, standing next to the hottest man ever.” He shakes his head with a little laugh.

“I don’t know about that. Here, you have a petal here.” He takes one out of your hair gently. “It’s all messy too.”

“Oh shit! Mmm, let me get my things out…” You ease your hand out of his grip reluctantly, struggling to cool down your addled mind.

“Liked those panties by the way.” He whispers, as he walks back out into the living room. You flush, eyes following his tall, muscular frame as he dips between the doorway, starting to put your bags on the table.

You nervously walk back out, he smirks up at you. “I think I misheard something…”

“Nah, you didn’t.” He winks, mischievous, you laugh, a little breathless… had he been interested as well? No…

You join him, starting to grab your clothes and belongings, as did he. “There is a ton of room in that dresser, you can put the clothes in there. I think I also saw a rack to hang your suits?”

“Perfect, thank you love.” Fuck you like when he calls you that. A lot… you both begin to unpack your clothes now, folding this, hanging that. When you get to your lingerie and bikinis, you pause a bit, your hands are trembling. You had ideas for these things, but now…

Now fuck those ideas.

Because this was your new chapter, and you would never be that way again, never. You see Suguru watching as you pull out a little white lacy lingerie, while he is hanging up one of his suits. You feel yourself overheating as he observes you, a little half grin on his handsome features, charming you completely.

“What?” You ask, giggling a bit.

“You gonna wear that tonight?”

“Uh… no? Do you want me to?” You tease, and it feels so good, the banter, actually getting along and not feeling insecure.

He’s a whole blessing in a six foot three body.

“I sure wouldn’t complain, now.” You feel your body overheating, putting it in gently, taking out the other little lingeries Maki had gotten. “Or any of those. These are sexy outfits for a virgin.”

“I’ve done some things…” You trail off. He’s next to you then, placing some of his things on the dresser, peeking at your reflection in the mirror.

“Things, huh?” Your arms brush together, you shiver in delight at the brush of his dress shirt on your bare skin.

“I’ve done a lot of things to him… just not had things done?”

Geto frowns at that. You feel nervous.

“I’ll hate this dude more, maybe don’t even tell me?” You nod, but then he’s tapping his fingers on the dresser. “No, tell me.”

“Oh gosh. You’ll totally go beat him up when we’re back, huh?” He laughs, shrugging, starting to unbutton his shirt a bit then. Your eyes go to the bare skin like a hawk, tanned, stretched over his muscles.

“Do you live in Tokyo? I didn’t ask.” He’s shirtless, fuck…

His muscles are perfect, toned but not overdone, chest broad but not bulky. A tattoo of Kanji symbols runs down his ribs. You want to touch it, trace it with your fingertips. He catches you staring, smirking a bit, It lights up his face, makes his eyes sparkle. Every inch of him is chiseled, perfect. And he seems so comfortable with it, with his body.

You wonder if he knows how beautiful he is. You wonder if he knows what an effect he has on people. He seems too humble.

You are distracted at the thought of his tattoo, suddenly needing to know more, you trail your fingertips down it, feeling every line of his rib. He inhales sharply, then your eyes go wide, realizing what you were doing, your hand pauses, and your eyes meet his.

“Fuck… impulsive much? I’m sorry. Yes I do live in Tokyo, fuck that was delayed.” You pull back, and nervously look away, busying yourself by finishing unpacking. He is just watching you.

“I didn’t mind.” His voice is just a little husky. You marvel at the effects it has on your body. “Can you read Kanji? You’re not from here originally, right.”

“I can read a lot of Katakana and Hiragana, but no, Kanji is super complicated.”

“It is, though isn’t it?”

You nod, looking back at the tattoo along those ribs. “What does it mean? Besides screaming ‘touch me’ to horny women?”

He snorts at that, shaking his head at you. “It basically translates to ‘Never give up’. Not very original, I’m afraid, but I was thoroughly fucked up when I went. Satoru had me do it, and that little shit doesn’t even have a tattoo. I think he got something pierced and took it out later?”

You hear the affection as he speaks of his friend. “The one you run your business with, right?”

“Mmhmm. He’s a bad influence.” He rolls his eyes. You grin.

“I don’t know, I think it’s pretty hot so… I am with him on it.” Suguru comes a little closer, brushing your hair back, hair you hadn’t brushed yet.

“Hmm… that Jacuzzi is looking good.”

You peek over, sighing. “It does look good. Should we grab a drink and hop in, you think?”

“You need food though.”

“Do I? When you see my ass in the bikini, you’ll see it’s big enough.” He shakes his head again, peering down.

“I like a nice ass, now. So I disagree. Now you’re just talking it up, what if it doesn’t live up to the hype?”

“You’re teasing me. It may be working.” You pull out one of the bikinis Maki had packed, and bump into him when you turn to go to the bathroom to get changed, and his topless body is hot and hard. “I’m going to get dressed real quick! You wanna order something light from room service?”

“Sure thing.”

You nervously run to the bathroom, having snatched up your brush, running it through your messy hair. You have bags under your eyes, you sigh as you look at them, you also just look pale… maybe the beach would do you some good tomorrow? You certainly need the color. You pinch your cheeks a bit, sliding on your black bathing suit with little cheetah print all over it.

It is super flattering, hiding what you want it to, flaunting what you want, revealing and sexy but nothing ridiculously uncomfortable. Maki has great taste, you muse, peering at your breasts pushed up high in the cups of the top, turning and peeking at your backside. The back was high cut, accentuating the curves of you perfectly.

You admit you kind of look hot?

That’s a first.

You take a shaky little breath, opening the door, and seeing Suguru had gotten into trunks, black ones, and the outline of his…

Don’t look!

Shit.

You gulp, your eyes trailing down his body, and he sees you as well, his eyes working their way down your bathing suit, lingering on your breasts, then going further down, to your legs. It’s quiet, you walk up to him, bringing two white fluffy towels with you, his eyes are devouring you, and it’s as if he touched you everywhere they linger, giving you goosebumps.

“You look… gorgeous.” He murmured, you flush happily, brushing your hair behind your ear, then clutching your hands together.

“Thank you, Suguru.”

“No, thank you. Oh, spin though.” You roll your eyes, then spin around, pausing when your back is turned to him. He whistles, making you laugh softly. “Welp… you do have a really nice ass.”

“It’s kinda big though!”

“Yeah it is.” You grin when you turn back around, he averts his eyes back up to your own.

“You’re silly!” You poke at his chest a bit. His eyes are seductive as fuck right now, lazily studying you, it’s hard not to melt in front of him.

“Is this another insecurity? A nice ass? Now they’re getting ludicrous.” You sigh, looking away. “Jesus fuck, did this guy just tell you lies about your appearance constantly?”

“Is it a lie, it’s his personal taste...”

“I mean, of course people have personal preferences, but I have a feeling he just wanted you to hate everything about yourself.”

You exhale. “You’re right.”

“I have a nice ass too, you know.” He winks.

“Let me see!” He turns, and you pinch it, making him glare back at you. “It is nice huh? It’s almost as round as mine!”

“You’re a little brat!”

He turns, taking you by your arms, you laugh breathlessly, and you two are far too close, eyes locked on each other, the man you’d known one single day that you have had more fun with than you ever had. His hands run down your arms gently, and you step just a bit closer, tilting your head up, thinking how good it would feel to fall into him again.

The doorbell rings.

“Shit.” He mutters, and you two awkwardly separate. He comes to open the door, and there is an attendant with a fancy cart, wearing a fancy tux.

“Room service.”

“Thanks so much!” You say, and he rolls the cart in, full of bowls of fruit and yummy treats. “Ooh, thanks Geto this is perfect.”

You start nibbling on strawberries, ravenous since you all hadn’t eaten much on the plane. Some of the juice from the strawberry slides down your chin, and he catches it with his thumb, wiping it off, you all pause again, and the tension starts to make everywhere ache.

He clears his throat, nibbling on some of the watermelon, and now it’s your turn to wipe up his mess. He just watches you, and you all are eating fruit in silence, but it’s comfortable? Aside from the heat in your tummy, the little butterflies that grew violent with every brush against his fingers, his hands.

“Want me to put your hair up?” He asks after a few moments, and the thought makes you shiver in anticipation just a bit.

“Would you mind?” He shakes his head, wiping his hands with a napkin, then you hand him a scrunchie and turn. His talented hands are brushing your hair back into a ponytail, and as they do you nearly hum in happiness, sighing and leaning your head back a bit.

You’re almost sad when he’s done.

“There.” His touch down the back on your neck has you trembling in desire, feather light as it was, before he eases back. “I turned it on, it should be all heated up now for us.”

“Thank you, perfect!” You climb in gently, the hot water hitting and instantly soothing muscles you realize had been aching. You both sink into the jacuzzi, and it feels like you're in another world. The hot water, the dim lighting, the gentle ripples from the jets. It's perfect.

You moan a bit, and he is sitting down next to you, close enough that his leg brushes against yours, tickling you. You feel the heat from his skin burning hotter than the damn jacuzzi, the firmness of his thigh. You try to focus on something else, like the bubbles rising to the surface, or the way the water laps against the sides of the Jacuzzi, but it's hard when every sensation is heightened by him.

When you look over at Suguru, he's watching you. There's a mixture of nervousness and desire in his expression, and it makes your heart race in your chest, thudding in your ears as you grow a little lightheaded from the heat. You feel like you could drown in those eyes of his.

You want to kiss him so badly, but you're not sure if now is the right time, if you’re thinking clearly, if this was something you did because you were hurt.

Or was this something you just wanted ?

“So… Now, back to that conversation.” He eases his arms out, hanging them on the back of the tub, strong muscles flexing as he did so casually. Your eyes drink in the sight.

“Oh no… should we save it for another time? You’ve damn near heard all about me today.”

“I need to know what you meant. Is it as bad as I think it is?”

You’re bright red from the thoughts of it all, looking down at the water and swirling it gently through your fingers. “He didn’t hurt me physically or anything like that.”

He exhales. “Okay, good.”

“You were worried?” He gives a little nod as you look back at him. You scooch a little closer, and notice the hitch in his breath. “That’s really sweet.”

“Sweet, hmm? I don’t know if I like being called sweet right now.” He murmurs, arm around your shoulders now, brushing up and down one of your arms, leaving little droplets on you along with the goosebumps.

“You are, though. I pleased him, and he didn’t… ugh. It sounds kind of pathetic.” You feel tears prick your eyes as you think of it, you desperately sucking a cock hoping to get a kiss, a touch.

“You aren’t pathetic.”

“I was.”

“So like you… sucked him off? And he didn’t return?” You can tell he’s disgusted by this thought. You nod. “Like never?”

“I did it often. Hands, mouth… um… breasts.” He looks away for a moment, a little nervous as you speak. “I would have to do all that… to get the smallest touch. But he barely touched me. It was like a moment or two after and then he’d laugh… and call me pathetic. Which I was. He’s sounding worse and worse as I talk. But, it was me who went with it.”

“Okay, so he never… ate you out?” His voice is deep, and the words make your cunt throb. You sigh, shaking your head. “Fingered you?”

“Just touched it some. My clit. Nothing in me.” You’re bright fucking red, and your pulse thrums, you’re so embarrassed and… ashamed? It’s horrible. Suguru is just silent, not looking at you at all, staring at the water.

“It sounds like he played a game with you. Maybe some sadistic thing… I’m not sure, I’ve never heard of something like that.”

“It’s completely weird then?”

“Yeah. I have a lot of experience, and so do my friends… and we all enjoy pleasing women so…” He rubs the back of his neck, sighing. “But you please yourself, right?” You shake your head, now he’s glaring. “How?”

“Wasn’t allowed to?”

“Jesus.”

“I know. I know. I really was entrapped…”

“It sounds mentally abusive?”

“Yeah. We shouldn’t talk about that anymore though, like… I mean, it’s embarrassing and…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, please.” He pauses your words, a finger on your lip, your eyes meet again. “I’m just sad for you I guess.”

“Don’t be, I promise aside from him my life has been good. Lots of people have it worse than a manipulative boyfriend. Ex boyfriend. Ex fiance? Ex.”

“Ex.” He repeats softly. “Don’t miss him?”

“No. It was like a relief, he let me go. Now I feel I missed out on too much, turning down every opportunity, I don’t even know myself fully. But… I have lots of time to figure myself out. Physically too. I’ll watch hentai!”

He laughs now, shaking his head. “Hentai is a little unrealistic.”

“Oh shit… well… I’m sure google has how to masturbate?” He sighs, leaning his head back a bit, looking up at the ceiling.

“You are a mess, love.” You sigh too, nodding, hand tentatively resting on his thigh. “Did you never get horny and try?”

“No. I’m more horny now than I ever was. I-shit. Sorry.” You scooch away a bit, trying to get a breath, the steam and heat mixing with the heady desire that Suguru was bringing you.

“So you didn’t want him.”

“I did, I think? I just… I don’t know, I didn’t feel too much physically… like this. I was so in my head and feeling so sad, I think I shoved all of it down. But, never fear, I will not be masturbating while we’re in the room together.” He snorts in laughter.

“Oh yes, that would be so horrible to see! I’d be so afraid.” You pause, feeling odd emotions hit, and he’s instantly leaning close, cursing softly, tilting your chin up to look at him. “That was sarcasm, love.”

“I figured so.” You smile just a bit, as he wipes off two little tears. “I’m really fucking damaged, Suguru.”

“Yeah… you are.” He just cups your face, exhaling. “It’s why I’m stopping myself from saying what I want to.”

“No… don’t stop yourself. Please.” You gently hold onto his wrist as his hands go to let you go, keeping them there.

“I’m thinking you’re too upset to make a good decision.”

“Maybe I’m finally making good decisions.”

“Hmm…” He exhales, easing his hands down the sides of your neck, down your shoulders, looking down at you with those seductive eyes. “I’ll show you how to, how to please yourself, if you want.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you think it’ll just burst from your fucking chest, as he’s gently holding you, pulling you a little closer. You gulp, licking your lips, drawing his gaze to them, then you nod, perhaps too eagerly, and his hand goes down to take yours, so tiny against his. He kisses your fingers, one by one, and you feel desire start to pour from that.

“I would like it, a lot, if you don’t mind? Would it make it weird for you to stay though?” He shakes his head. “Then yes, please. Show me?”

He takes your fingers, slipping them down under the water, and down your tummy, making it tremble, before dipping under your waistband. You gasp, and he just watches you, lips slightly parted, pressing down further, until your fingers feel how wet you are, not wet from water, no, soaking, sticky wet in those bottoms, he tenses then, moaning softly.

“Fuck, you’re… really…” His finger feels it, as he presses your finger up, against your clit, your middle finger tip starting to move in little circles, he’s so close, lips just an inch away. “There, you rub it in little circles, or side to side. Wanna try?”

“ Yes, please .” Your voice is a tiny cry, breaking in the middle, as pleasure shoots up your body now, his hand urging yours on, to go faster. You start moaning, and his teeth are clenched, jaw tense, as he watches your face so carefully.

“Does it feel good?” He whispers, and you manage a breathy moan, and your fingers slip, and they’re replaced by his for a moment. You both freeze, desire so hot in you at his rough fingertip you start pulsing, head back, your hand falling from your panties, just grabbing his wrist.

He freezes.

“S-sorry…” You put your trembling hand back, but he shakes his head, now his finger is doing those motions, and your chest is heaving up and down, sensations shooting up through you hard and hot, pleasure like you couldn’t fathom, like a need growing and growing.

“You’re so fucking wet…” He whispers, against your lips, you just tremble as he plays you, faster now, flicking side to side on your puffy little clit, growing more sensitive with every brush on it. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, yes, so okay… feels so good. Mmnh… is it okay for you?” He laughs a bit, breathless, sliding up and down between your folds now, moaning again.

“Are you paying attention to what I’m doing? So you can?”

“Yes. Yes. Taking notes.”

He laughs at you again, and leans even closer, his free hand gently caressing your face, your hips start to buck up as his fingertip teases your entrance. “Little circles, then you can slide a finger in here.” He does so then, and curses, suddenly, easing out immediately. You cry out, and wetness is fucking pouring out now. “ Fuck .”

“Too wet? I’m-”

“If you apologize I’ll stop.” You bite your lip, and he goes back to flicking his fingers on you, over and over, making that pleasure rise again. “You’re stupidly fucking wet though, yes. But it’s good.”

“Then put it back in.” You whine, reaching back down, he rests his forehead against yours, and you peck his lips finally, lips that tempted you, your nipples are hard against your bikini as your hand urges him on down between your thighs.

“You’re so tight I- I can’t handle it. Okay? Not if I don’t want to go too far with you.” He admits, and you just shake your head, arching your hips up for more of his touches.

“Just for a second do it? Please, it feels so good.”

“Fuck me…” He slides a thick finger in you, and you moan loudly, starting to pulse around it, and he’s gripping you by your wet hair, kissing you deeply, ravenous, lips firm rather than gentle. You lose yourself in it, as he stretches you, finger so deep, it hits some spot that makes you see stars, it’s just little sparkles and Suguru, you cling to him now.

He pulls back, breathless, and now you’re turned to him, thighs wide, and he’s sliding it in and out, watching your every expression with those chocolate eyes, glazed over and hooded. You feel something building, higher and higher, and it all starts to get fuzzy, the pressure in your tummy making you feel like you’d burn, like you would explode.

“What… what’s… Suguru… so…” You can’t form words, as he kisses down your neck now, up to your ear, finger arching up and down and hitting something that made you unravel.

“You’re about to cum, I can feel her. Let go, let it happen.” You are shaking, and he’s moaning into your ear, you wonder how he sounds when he fucks…

Fuck…

You want him so bad you can’t think.

“Let go, trust me. Stop fighting it.” He whispers, back to kissing you, and you cling to him, to his strong body, as he brings you higher and higher, now the heel of his hand is on your clit, and you’re falling apart. “That’s it. Cum, love, cum for me. Please. Let me see you.”

“Fuck! Suguru…”

Your eyes meet his, his words, his touch, his scent… it is maddening how badly you crave him. You feel yourself floating then, pressure bursting through your tummy, your entire body, so fucking good you scream out. He is watching you, watching as he shoves in deep, grinding the heel of his hand on your clit, and you’re pulsing around his finger, walls tight, he moans with you.

“That’s it, love, that’s it.” He talks you through it, and your body is trembling with how hard you’ve cum, you’ve soaked his hand, you’re clinging to him, kissing him, he drinks in all your little sighs, lets you rake his skin with your little nails. He eases his finger away, grabbing your waist gently.

“That was… insane.” You manage, breasts heaving, nearly popping out of your bikini top. Desire in his eyes matches your own, he gulps, nodding to you, and you feel how tense he is under your hands. “Oh god I… that… fuck. Thank you.” You have tears on your face, you don’t know how. Your entire body is on another level.

“Of course. I’m glad I made you feel good.” He whispers, and you all are so close, you can feel his hardness against your thigh now, and your own hand finds him, hard, thick and long, over his trunks, he hisses, grabbing your wrist. “No.”

“Fuck… I just thought you wanted-”

“You just take pleasure for once, and don’t worry about that. Please. Promise I’ll be okay.” His words are spoken through gritted teeth, you look to him in wonder, everything overwhelming, he was so fucking kind… but so hot… he…

You want him.

You gulp, nodding, easing your hand away, it’s still tight in his grip. “It’s not that I don’t want you to. Just… I think you should learn to just be pleased.”

“Will we have other lessons?” You tease with a smile, he sighs, smirking at you, gently brushing your hair back.

“Maybe we will. But that’s enough for now, I think it took a lot out of you, didn’t it?” You nod, you’re already exhausted. “Why don’t we crash? I do have a ton to do tomorrow.”

“Oh of course!” You yawn then, stretching, feeling so good you couldn’t even describe it. That ache is still throbbing, wanting more of him, things you knew about but hadn’t experienced. “Thank you, Suguru.” You kiss his forehead, and he exhales, his eyes shutting for a moment.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” His words make your heart flutter.

“You can sleep in bed with me you know…”

“Nope.”

“No?”

He laughs, looking down at his lap, and you both blush. “That would be… hard for me, you could say.” You burst out laughing then, as he just shakes his head, covering his face with his hand. “This was not how I saw this evening going, but I am not fucking complaining.”

“Same here. I’ll help you get the bed set up!”

Later on, you help him out, bringing blankets and pillows that were folded and set out, and he lays down, stretching. You contemplate just snuggling up, eyes raking over his still shirtless body. You now wore a little black slip Maki had sent with you, and you could tell he enjoyed it by his lazy gaze. You sit next to him for a moment, hand brushing his long, loose hair back.

“Good night, Suguru Geto.” You say softly, he snatches your hand up, kissing it sweetly. You fucking fall more. He was perfect.

“Good night, Princess.” You lean over and flick off the light, leaned above him for a moment, feeling his breath on your breasts, before easing back.

“Princess huh?”

“Mhmm.” He’s already falling asleep, handsome face rested, softer despite the hard angles. You gaze at him for a moment, before turning away, walking with shaky legs to the bedroom.

You plop down on your tummy, grabbing the pillow and squealing into it, silently, kicking your feet. Fuck, you feel good.

Suguru Geto he’s…

He’s amazing.

Chapter 3

Ao3 Fic link to this chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/143924335#workskin