Welcome To Simping Hell

the room being wiped clean from all unwanted eyes, all but the man himself, and the round hole where your pretty mouth could wrap around his cock. hesitation is what mostly existed in Sunday’s brain, although it quickly shut down when the pink tip of your tongue darted out to taste him, almost making his hand slam against the thin wall separating you both.

a pleasure like no other is what you’ve made him feel, turning him into some lust driven being where he aggressively rutted his hips against the wall, balls almost slapping with your chin if it weren’t because of the separation, but eons... how desperate Sunday needed to see your face, what expression would you have? blissed, cock drunk? perhaps even surprised or fearful to find yourself sucking Sunday’s cock, although the mere thought was enough to make him cum down your eager throat.

the establishment was approved in less than a day.

although Gallagher enjoyed his job, serving drinks, chit chat with patrons who were more than eager to share bits of personal or interesting information and creating new, innovative drinks, he couldn’t deny the thrill and eagerness that surrounded the man upon the arrival of his shift’s end.

mindlessly playing with the lighter on his hand while his steps were casual and light through Penacony’s streets, steps that always guided him to one place, the gloryhole.

Gallagher had a favorite, of course, you happened to immediately capture his heart — and cock — merely from watching you bent and spread, that pretty pussy slick and almost begging for him.

he doesn’t really care if he’s fucking your throat or cunt, both are more than welcome for as long as you continue to make those tiny, muffled mewls. he likes to think you do them just for him, that you have somehow memorized the shape of his cock, the way each vein rubs against your pussy walls, the taste of his precum staining your tongue and gliding down your throat.

it’s a nice entertainment and stress reliever, but besides from a selfish reward, he does really enjoy how you silently cream his cock every single time.

Gepard knew this wasn’t a good idea, he knew he should not have listened to the other guards speaking about this new underground club, but he was the captain, it was his duty to check whether all permits were in order.

big mistake. the blonde should have first asked Bronya about the paperwork instead of just rushing to the said place, and second of all, he definitely should have checked if it was indeed a club, not a gloryhole.

his cheeks are as pink as the neon lights outside, thinking he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be intently staring at your exposed pussy and his cock definitely shouldn’t be drooling precum into his pants, twitching and straining against his pants. but he’s there, and somehow, back a few days later, wearing daily clothes now and thankfully the lady at the front counter didn’t seem impressed at the sight of the guard, perks of working above the surface.

it takes him a few days to build up the courage, to finally do more than just rub his thumb on your clit until you cum, to slide his condom wrapped cock across your slit, teasing himself until the tip accidentally catches against your hole, and then he just gives in, messily humping into your soft cunt that wraps around his cock just so prettily, so perfect and warm, you’re like heaven, and Gepard can’t help but wonder if you’d like to go out with him.

Jing Yuan is really not ashamed of his sex life, but of course, as the general, he must still keep some appearances.

the subtle looking establishment is always ready to receive the silver haired man, with an extra tip to keep the hostess quiet about his whereabouts, and another extra so he gets to meet with you, his favorite girl.

never in his life has Jing Yuan been picky, but ever since he got a taste of you, — more like you got a taste of him — he couldn’t just give up on you so easily.

and you know it’s him, of course you do, he doesn’t need to speak, but his low, throaty chuckle and deep groans of pleasure are enough to give him away, besides, you always knew a man like the general was well packed, considering how easily he made your toes curl and eyes roll in sheer bliss.

he fucks like he fights, with all he got, with his hands on your hips almost leaving bruises, precisely thrusting into your soaked cunt that seemed to ooze more slick the more his cock drove into you. but there were times when he fucked deep but slow, almost making you sob and convulse around the fat girth of his cock, begging and sucking him deeper into your walls.

Aventurine

♡ How he loves to get you all worked up

♡ Seeing that blush across your cheeks or how you try to keep a straight face as he toys with you in public

♡ That’s what turns him on

♡ Having you as putty in his hands as he lays you down before him

♡ It is always a production with him, as he makes undressing you into the most erotic experience

♡ He keeps your legs pinned with his not allowing your lower half to move as he takes off your shirt slowly making you writhe beneath him 

♡ Aventurine wants you all to himself which is why he is not afraid to leave marks as he leaves a bite mark on your collarbone kissing over it to relieve the pain

♡ He will fuck you anywhere anytime pulling you into the nearest empty room and testing to see just how quiet you can be 

♡ “Shhh, you wouldn’t want someone to walk in and see how much of a slut you are, would you?”

♡ Big fan of having you restrained in some way whether it be handcuffs or his own hands holding your wrists together 

♡ His cock stirs in his pants just thinking of how cute you look with your hands behind your back and his dick down your throat

♡ You are his and he will use you as such

♡ Enjoys eating you out until you cum twice and then making you bounce on his cock

♡ Aventurine sits back and admires how your tits move and the pout on your face when your thighs start to burn 

♡ On days when he feels merciful he will take the cuffs off and let you support yourself until you cum on his cock but most of the time he will flip so you are on all fours and he can shove your face into the sheets as he enters into you from behind

Argenti

♡ The praise this man showers you with is endless

♡ His passion for sex makes it so you feel loved and cherished at all times

♡ This does not mean he is boring in bed but rather he puts his all into it

♡ Each time he thrusts into you you can feel it

♡ Loves to watch you cum

♡ Argenti likes to have you in his arms with your back against his chest as he watches you pleasure yourself

♡ Whispering words of encouragement in your ears

♡ “You’re doing such a good job for me, Princess”

♡ His favorite position is missionary because why would he not want to look at your pretty face while he buries his cock deep inside of you

♡ “You look so beautiful underneath me”

♡ Only ever looks away from you to place kisses along your neck never breaking his pace 

♡ He only really likes to have sex in your shared bed never being a fan of disgracing you anywhere else 

♡ However, there have been a few occasions where he simply could not resist you and has taken you on a balcony as you overlook the lights of the city

♡ He is usually quite careful with you only wanting you to feel pleasure but he can be convinced to do otherwise

♡ You asked him to be rougher with you, he agreed and a safe word was put into place 

♡ Argenti starts by cautiously placing his hand around your throat, once he learns that you are not made out of glass he starts to explore 

♡ He teases you by pinching your nipples and placing bites along your inner thighs

♡ While he never gets to be truly rough he does become much more handsy

♡ Aftercare is very big for him, Argenti loves to clean you up and hold you close to him just as much as he loves to see you with pleasure in your eyes

Blade

♡ Sex with Blade is interesting 

♡ At times he is taking his time with it, drinking your body in memorizing every part of you 

♡ Fucking you slowly and deeply making sure you feel all of him

♡ Losing himself in the feeling of having you so close to him

♡ “I thank the higher power every day that I have found you”

♡ Holding you in his arms as he rolls his hips into yours numbs darkness gnawing at him

♡ Soft kisses cover your body, his hair falling onto your face as you lock eyes with him

♡ You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him in so your lips meet

♡ This side of Blade is not one you often get to see, him being so vulnerable and open with you, you treasure it

♡ Other times, though, he is using you to fuck through the pain

♡ Roughly bending you over the nearest surface not bothering to fully remove your clothes

♡ Just get whatever you're wearing off enough to thrust his cock inside of you 

♡ The sounds of flesh slapping against each other ignites a fire in his chest

♡ He picks you up and presses your back against a wall 

♡ Holding you by the throat as he brings your legs up to wrap around him Blade begins a merciless pace into you

♡ He keeps his hand there until he begins to see the life drain from your eyes, he then lets go and allows you to wrap your arms lazily around him

♡ Once you have enough life back in you, your arms grab at him, his hair

♡ Your nails dig into the flesh of his back causing him to bite down on the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder

♡ The sounds you let out are pathetic and pushes him over to finish

♡ No matter how hard he fuck you, he will never let anything happen to you

♡ You mean too much to him for that

Dan Heng

♡ Dan is reserved in most things he does and when it comes to sex this translates over

♡ Never is he embarrassed to be seen with you but he would turn a bright shade of red if your hand was to graze over his thigh while in public

♡ Having you around him at all times brings him a great deal of comfort but he firmly believes that certain aspects of your relationship should be kept behind closed doors

♡ When Dan has sex it is all about you and him and bringing you both closer together

♡ Worships your body as he explores you 

♡ “You are so perfect”

♡ He strives to make note of every part and mark on your body

♡ The sounds you let out as he swirls his tongue around your nipples make it hard to restrain himself

♡ He wants to take his time with you giving every part of you the attention it deserves

♡ Pleasure for him comes from knowing that you are here with him and there is nowhere else you’d rather be

♡ The feeling of being closer to you than he has ever been with anyone else brings him close to release 

♡ Although, when you tighten around him like that he can no longer hold back the primal desire to mark you as his

♡ The slow and calculated rolling of his hips turns into desperate thrusts chasing a high

♡ He takes your legs into his hands bringing them to his shoulder to ensure you feel his full length

♡ Loves the way it feels when you run your fingers through his hair

♡ Whether it’s when he is eating you out or while he’s inside of you Dan will melt when he feels it

Dr. Ratio

♡ He has done more studying sex than having it 

♡ This is a dual-edged blade as he is confident in his abilities but there is an adjustment period

♡ Like all fields, he wants to be the best and he wants to understand your body fully

♡ Nothing is out of the question for him, he wants to try everything and come up with what works the absolute best for both of you 

♡ For him what works is the proper mix of loving and passionate sex + rough and desperate sex

♡ Dr. Ratio loves you and aims to make your life as perfect as possible so finding what brings you the most pleasure brings him a sense of accomplishment

♡ He’s not much for jokes and this is abundantly clear in the bedroom 

♡ Having sex is a very serious thing for him that carries a lot of meaning, you mean a lot to him and he wants to show you that

♡ While he is not one for emotions he is not a robot, he does have feelings for you

♡ Watching you enjoying yourself and feeling pleasure makes him a very happy man 

♡ He goes above and beyond to make sure he is not being selfish in bed 

♡ Being intimate with you allows him to relax and let go a little bit which he never lets himself do

♡ Not very big on dirty talk, instead opting for instructing you

♡ “Move your hand just like that, baby” 

♡ Just as he learns your body he learns his as well and shows you exactly what to do to bring him to release 

♡ Loves you watch as you stroke his cock, your pretty hands making him feel so good

♡ Although it is very rare and he would never admit it, he loves it when you try something new with him and catch him by surprise

Gallagher

♡ Daddy kink.

♡ He is not into age play but he is incredibly caring and wants to take care of you 24/7

♡ Gallagher is a gentleman at heart and this heavily carries over to sex

♡ He takes great care in touching you and moving you around making sure to be rough enough to inflict pleasure and just the right amount of pain

♡ Goes feral if you wear any form of lingerie for him

♡ His calm and collected nature tested as you bent over in front of him exposing the lace underwear you had put on this morning

♡ Walking over, taking you by the hips and pulling them back to meet his you feel his already hard cock against you, his fingertips digging slightly into your flesh

♡ He tells you to get on your knees and you obey taking his cock into your mouth 

♡ With his hand tangled in your hair, he keeps you there until there is spit dripping down your chin and your eyes are slightly watering

♡ Pulling you off of him, he takes your face into his hands making you look up at him 

♡ “Such a pretty mess I made”

♡ Wants you to be vocal whether it is moaning, whining, or screaming his name he wants to hear you

♡ The way you sound when you beg ‘Daddy please’

♡ He would give you anything you wanted

♡ You will have to sufficiently beg first

♡ It’s not his fault you look so cute when you cry only wanting to cum while he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you looking down at you with a caring smile

♡ When you two moved in together he had the goal of taking you on every surface of the place so sex has been interesting

♡ The top places have been on top of the washing machine while running, the dining room table, and the wall of the game room

♡ Marking you as his and making your house into a home

Gepard

♡ Gepard has two distinct modes

♡ He will become flustered when you make a suggestive comment or rub your hand over his crotch in public

♡ When you get home you will continue to tease him for how red his cheeks got and how he stumbled over his words

♡ You tell him what you want to do with him and he lets out a small whimper as the words are whispered in his ear

♡ He looks so pretty as he watches you stroke his cock biting his lip anxiously waiting for your next move

♡ When he's like this he will let you do whatever you want to him, he is your toy to play with 

♡ Gepard loves you so much of course he will give himself fully to you, he trusts you

♡ However

♡ There are days when you make those comments and try to toy with him but he grabs you by the wrist as you try to touch him leaning down to you 

♡ “Behave yourself like a good girl, or pay the price”

♡ This Gepard will not play your games and would much rather you use your mouth for something useful rather than running it

♡ When you get home he immediately presses you against the door making quick work of your clothing

♡ Working his way down your body until he gets to where you want him most

♡ But he will not give in to you so easily 

♡ Now is his turn to tease you in the way that you do to him

♡ He savors the way his name leaves your mouth while he thrusts into you hitting a spot that makes you see stars

♡ His hand in the roots of your hair gaining control over your body

♡ Once he starts its hard for him to stop, pulling out of you and seeing your fucked out expression just makes him harder

Jing Yuan

♡ While this man adores you and your body, he also has work that must be taken care of so he balances the two

♡ He adores morning sex

♡ Waking you up by placing loving kisses on your cheeks slowly bringing you out of the dream world and into the moment with him

♡ Before he has to leave you for the day Jing Yuan wants to make sure you feel his love 

♡ Sex like this is passionate, filled with care, truly enjoying each other’s bodies

♡ Holding you close to him as he thrusts into you from behind, never leaving the comfort of the covers

♡ Sweet words flow from his lips as you get close to the edge 

♡ “You are my greatest treasure” 

♡ When you come to visit him at work and see how stressed out he is, you offer to massage his shoulders 

♡ As you work his tense muscles his mind starts to wander off from his work and on to you and how good you looked today

♡ Bending you over his desk is a major turn-on 

♡ He likes it so much that he will often ‘forget’ things at home so that you have to come bring them to him at work

♡ When you get there he sits you on his lap claiming that he just wants to show you some documents 

♡ But his hand wanders between your legs and then you are face down on top of the documents

♡ Not that you would ever complain 

♡ After a frustrating day of work, he is the roughest with you 

♡ Using you to let out any problems he had encountered during the day

♡ This is also when you would receive the most aftercare, Jing Yuan is always aware of how hard he goes on you and makes sure that you receive equal parts love and use as a fuck toy

Luka

♡ For a man with such a sweet face, his sex drive comes as a surprise

♡ Any time you go to the gym with him expect him to be horny 

♡ All of his training gets his blood pumping and any thought of you goes straight to his dick

♡ Luka does not mind being sweaty but if its an issue for you he will gladly fuck you in the shower

♡ Shower sex is not his favorite thing, he would much rather play with you in the shower and then carry you to the bed

♡ He loves to cover you in suds feeling every inch of your body completely unrestricted by clothing

♡ Likes to cage you against the wall of the shower with his arms using his knee to spread your legs

♡ He guides your arms to rest on his shoulders as he brings the showerhead between your legs

♡ He loves to see your reaction as he increases the water pressure focusing it on your clit

♡ When he’s feeling nice he will let you cum other times he gets you close and then takes you out of the shower to finish the job

♡ His strength and stamina come in handy as he loves to move you around 

♡ Very enthusiastic in bed and has fun with you while doing it 

♡ His angelic laugh is the complete opposite of the pace he is taking thrusting into you with

♡ Luka is not big on teasing you but he would melt like putty if you were to tease him

♡ With all of his fighting, you'd think he would be tougher but with just a few touches you have him wrapped around your finger

♡ The tough exterior he puts up completely crumbles when you are on top of him 

Luocha

♡ Luocha adores physical contact of any kind with you

♡ He can keep a cool head in any situation, which is why he likes to play with you in public

♡ It starts with lingering touches, his hand trailing down your back barely grazing your ass

♡ Then it moves on to whispering into your ear 

♡ “I should have you bouncing on my cock right now”

♡ He loves to see your face turn red as you get flustered over his words

♡ No matter what he does to you he keeps a calm and playful smirk as he eyes you up and down 

♡ The only way to get him back is to play with his hair

♡ Running your hands through his golden locks gets him hard almost automatically

♡ He is quite ruthless in the bedroom often not stopping until you are in tears

♡ As much of a gentleman as he is, Luocha prides himself in ruining you in bed

♡ Pushing you to your limits and then kissing away all your tears

♡ So often he has had you brainless riding out a pleasure high only to put you right back on his cock thrusting you further into oblivion

♡ His favorite position is on your back with both of your legs on his shoulders 

♡ Having you like this allows him to see every reaction on your face as he mercilessly pounds into you 

♡ Occasionally he would want to incorporate light bondage liking the idea of having your hands bound allowing him full access to your body

♡ Though the furthest he would go would be nipple clamps if you were into them

♡ He would not be against himself being handcuffed but it would take some convincing from you

♡ Luocha takes a more dominant role in the bedroom but it would not be impossible to get him to be submissive from time to time if you know how to work him

Sampo

♡ Life is never dull with this man 

♡ It does not matter the time or place if he wants you he will have you

♡ The thrill of almost being caught excites him to no end 

♡ He toys with you in public having gone out and purchased a remote-controlled vibrator

♡ It’s when you wear that one skirt of yours, his favorite skirt, that he bends you over before you can walk out the door and slides the toy into you

♡ “Be a good girl for me, show me how good you can be”

♡ Sampo’s timing is perfect starting it with a soft hum and picking up the intensity when you are in the middle of something

♡ He will be sure to keep you out all day to play with you

♡ You two stop in at a diner for lunch against your protest

♡ He has kept you on the edge for a while now plotting in his head what he wants to do with you

♡ As you sit down the vibration decreases and you see the smirk on his face which tells you something is about to happen

♡ When the waitress comes over you brace yourself but the intensity you are expecting doesn’t come 

♡ Sampo keeps this up until your food arrives, confused you begin to eat but as soon as you open your mouth it hits you

♡ Unable to hold back the sound that leaves your lips you hurriedly attempt to stifle it with your hand 

♡ Sex is one thing but Sampo would much rather toy with you watching your reactions

♡ When in bed he prefers to have you on top, allowing him a full view of your body as you bounce on his cock

♡ If you were to place a hand around his throat poor Sampo would cum right there and then

♡ The power he holds can be easily taken but only by you

Sunday

♡ Planning, perfection, execution

♡ This is what matters to him

♡ Before you even come into contact with him, Sunday knows exactly what he wants to do with you

♡ He may make you cum once, twice, endlessly, or not at all

♡ You think he's cruel at times as he edges you to no end

♡ Not letting you know the release of finish

♡ “Do you think you have earned it?”

♡ To watch you pout and squirm under him as he continuously brings you closer is his heaven

♡ The way he touches you is so loving

♡ How he strokes your cheeks, the care he takes in moving your body

♡ It is a stark contrast with the cruelly he performs to your lower half

♡ On the nights when he is feeling generous, he will let you cum after all the teasing, however, it will be done with him watching

♡ Sunday will sit back and watch as you now struggle to bring yourself to climax without him lifting a finger

♡ He relishes in the look on your face when you finally cum, how blissful you look

♡ The arch in your back as you moan out his name

♡ The things you let him do with your body he is eternally grateful for as he looks at the glistening mess between your legs

♡ Leaning down to begin cleaning you with his tongue 

♡ He revels in the feeling of listening to you beg for release desperately pleading for him to show mercy

♡ When he does feel merciful and decides you are deserving of being pushed over the edge, you will be forced to cum until he is satisfied

♡ It does not help that his stamina is enough to continue fucking you straight through until you have cum twice and he is just beginning to get close

♡ The feeling of your walls tightening around him as he continues to thrust into you while you cum on his cock 

♡ He can’t decide what's better, that feeling or the sounds of your desperation 

Welt

♡ Behind his professional exterior, this man is sexually depraved

♡ If he could have it his way he would be fucking you every second of the day

♡ His sex drive is only matched by ours, the two of you very often sneaking away in the express to his room 

♡ Has a slight corruption kink! you weren’t very experienced when you met him and he loves to teach you and explore the new feelings with you

♡ As much as he would love to fuck your brains out Welt understands if you would like to take things slower

♡ Guides you into different positions and gives directions

♡ “Just like that, baby, use your tongue around the tip”

♡ The man goes primal when he watches you swallow his cum

♡ He rewards you by making you cum until you cry

♡ Pushing you to your limits gets him high

♡ Watching you break underneath him completely coming undone as his cock slides in and out of you

♡ It is addictive to him, he needs it, he needs your tears of pleasure 

♡ Welt will only stop when he is satisfied, when he feels like you have gotten enough 

♡ “You can keep going, I know you can”

♡ You’re his good girl of course you can cum one more time for him

♡ He will have you reduced to a puddle in his bed, cum drunk

♡ When he eats you out nothing is going to pull him away from lapping at your juices 

♡ Your thighs tightening around his head, you pulling at his hair

♡ His grip on your hip tightens leaving bruises like fingerprints on your flesh

♡ Having his face slick from your pussy eggs him on to fuck you until your legs shake 

♡ Ultimately Welt is over the moon to have someone whom he can spend his life with not only emotionally but sexually as well

Ace- daddy kink

This man has daddy AND mommy issues and it SHOWS!!! The first time it happened, it slipped out on accident. You had just gotten on your knees and slipped your lips over the tip of his cock. 

“Show me what you can do, mama.”

As soon as the words were out, you looked up at him curiously to find a soft blush on his cheeks, but you didn’t comment on it. You waited until he let out an exceptionally loud groan, and then smirked up at him. 

“You like that, daddy?” You asked innocently. You could feel his dick twitch in your hands at your words, confirming your suspicions. 

You found you liked it too. It was fun to babble the words as he slammed you down on the mattress and fucked you senseless. Every time you whimpered out “yes daddy” or “more daddy”, his thrusts seemed to somehow go deeper into you, hitting the spot that got you closer to the brink of an orgasm. 

Zoro- tit kink

Oh, Zoro loves your tits. He loves to pinch them, suck them, fuck them, anything you can think of. It’s his favorite place to cum, just watching his milky white substance leak over your soft, perky breasts makes him want to take you another round

He loves when you ride him, because he gets the perfect view of them bouncing up and down so enthusiastically. He loves watching them match the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself deeper inside you. 

You always have some kind of hickey or bite mark from him there, marking his territory every chance he gets. Even when you lay in bed, he likes to lay on your chest, and occasionally kiss or softly bite your exposed skin there. 

Sanji- pregnancy kink & body worship

Oh, the second Sanji found out you were pregnant, he became a feral animal. You never knew peace after that. 

The day he noticed your little belly bump? You went three rounds. Luckily he let you be a pillow princess because he knows how hard your body is working to carry a child. 

You have to start wearing baggy clothes because just the sight of your swollen belly makes him get a hard-on. He gets a little out of control. 

And your boobs getting bigger??? Oh, the day he realized that he nearly passed out from excitement. 

When you don’t feel like having sex, he never pressures you. He just covers your belly in kisses and whispers to the baby growing inside of you, already telling them about the All Blue and all of the dreams the two of you have, and how he can’t wait to meet them and find all of your dreams together. 

Luffy- food kink

This shouldn’t come as a surprise. Luffy loves food, and he loves you. Of course they can go together. 

Luffy suggests some CRAZY stuff at first, like coating some meat with your slick after he makes you cum a few times. He thinks the two best things he’s ever tasted (meat and you) would go great together. 

You recommend starting out small: strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. He reluctantly agrees, though he wanted you for a main meal rather than dessert. 

He likes your ideas quite a lot, the only problem is that there’s not enough. He wants more, more, more. He loves drizzling warm chocolate across your cunt and lapping it up with his tongue, your moans serenading him as he feasts. 

You don’t even get to do anything with the food the first time you try, he’s too consumed with trying everything he has at different places across your body, listening to how you react to each item and how you whimper every time he licks it up. 

You should’ve never mentioned food in the bedroom, because now every time Sanji makes something new, Luffy's wide eyes are staring at you, silently asking you: can we try this tonight? 

Law-glasses kink

“Do you even need glasses!?” You laughed, taking his off. “I feel like I can see normally in these.”

“They’re reading glasses,” Law said, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock, now pressing firmly against his jeans. “And they suit you quite nicely. You should wear them more often.”

“You think?” You put them back on and scrunched your nose at him. 

He tried to ignore it. He really did. But then you started wearing them as you laid in bed while you read a book and waited for him to join you. 

He had practically pounced on you. When you had gone to take your glasses off, he had practically growled at you to keep them on. 

You had never been fucked like the way Trafalgar Law fucked you that night. He was primal, jumping straight to pushing himself deep inside. No foreplay needed, he was already hard as a rock and his skillful fingers only needed to pump inside you a few times before you were well lubricated. 

God, he loved the way your nose crinkled and your eyes fluttered behind the rims of those glasses. He couldn’t take your eyes off you, seeing the tiniest little reactions you give in a new light. 

And when you sucked him off, it took everything he had not to cum the moment your lips touched his cock. The way you peered over the frames, trying to act all sweet and innocent. But you had figured out his weakness, and you loved the way his golden eyes were always locked onto you as you bobbed your head up and down his dick. 

Quite frankly, it would be hard for you to take those glasses off now that you knew how much he loved them. 

Kid-belly bulge kink

“Look at that.” Kid pressed down on your stomach, making you whine with pleasure. “Oh fuck, I can feel myself.”

You could see it too. A slight bulge in your stomach had just appeared only when Kid was balls deep in you, holding himself there. Admiring himself. 

“It’s too much,” you gasped. Though your tightened walls around his cock said otherwise. 

“Such a good girl.” He pulled out of you almost completely just to slam back into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He loved to way you could take him all at once, in one full, quick stroke. 

You cried out, tears gathering on the end of your lashes. But he held you there, flush against him as he admired just how deep he was inside of you.

He fucked you hard and fast after that, the thought of his size in you. Just thinking about it made him almost cum. He kept his hand on your stomach, stuttering every time he felt himself through your abdomen. 

  puru, puru, puru...puru, puru, puru...puru, puru- katchak

 “Yea?”

 “Hiya”.

 Kuzan hums upon the sound of your voice, “oh, it’s you”.

 your huff exhales from the den den mushi in his palm, your pretty lashes mimicked by the telepathic phone, morphing its expression into a familiar frown. “don’t sound so disappointed, that’s rude”.

 “Did I?” He sits on an ice block that may or may not have a face, casually making himself comfortable, “sorry, pretty girl. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

  “I just…wanted to say hi”.

 “Hi”, he drawls, shooting suspicion in the innocence you elicit, “is there any particular reason why?”

 “I…wanted to hear your voice”, you say in a low whisper, a sound that sparks familiarity he can’t quite place. “what’s wrong with that?”

 “mmm… it’s nice that you miss me”. his eyes narrow, “jus’ kinda suspicious though”.

 “why?”

  “cause you usually insult me first”.

 “no, I don’t!”

 “Hey ice-pop, what’s up stupid, loser, dumbass, lazy-ass, broke-ass. I think you have a thing for my ass”, the bored tone drawls on. Even when you try to defend yourself, he speaks over you tonelessly. “You sang Hey there, Mr Snowman for like a week after I got back from a month-long trip, can’t even hate cause it was pretty catchy. Beanpole was your favourite for a while. Ahh, well to be fair, you haven’t called me that since I gained some muscle, but then came the one-legged jokes”. 

  “I—”

 “you called me Mr Footloose for weeks, laughed yourself into stitches with that one. The well never ran dry with the stanky leg”. Aokiji sighs heavily as if your insults struck a fragile nerve while you fail to stifle your laughter, “You’re verbally abusive, y’know. Don’t ask me why I put up with it”, he rubs the back of his neck tiredly, “probably helps you got such big tits, it’s pretty distracting. Helps to soften the blow. Like sexy cushions for my feelings”, his fingers twitch, imagining them soft and squishy in his big palms, brown nipples hard from his chilling touch. He almost falls into the fantasy before your snort snaps him out of it. 

  “and your point is?”

 “Yeah, well anyway, when you call soundin’ all sugary sweet, it doesn’t sit right”, he murmurs, “Can’t help but feel like you’re plotting something, should I be worried?”.

 “ughh, you’re so paranoid. What if I have something nice to say?”

  “do you?”

  You squirm, a flush creeping up your neck that the phone somehow mimics, “…are you busy?”

 He lazily scans the room, ice sparkling where the sunset streaks in through the bar’s windows. The whole building is now crystalised and gleaming. The sound of tinkling frozen glass dropped and abandoned by voiceless statues accompanies the crackling of ice creeping up his neck. Aokiji smirks, knowing he had time before anyone caught up on what happened today.

 “For my favourite tormentor? Course not”.

 The snail rolls its eyes, but your smile cannot be hidden even by distance. There’s shuffling— wherever you are— he assumes home before you sigh breathily, “I’m practicing”.

  It takes him a moment. A long, moan-length moment before it registers what you mean, and ice cracks within the tension of his jaw the second it clicks. And when it does, you release a pretty mewl of his name, raking a shudder down his spine imagining the actions that trigger them.

 “practicing real hard, yea?” Aokiji rasps, listening intently to the little gasps and sighs echoing through the phone, the atmosphere dropping significantly, “jus’ like we talked about?”

 “mm-mmh”, your lashes flutter closed, “rubbing on my clit with the ice toy, f-feels good”.

 “too cold?”

“nahh, jus’ right”.

 “how?”

“kinda- kinda like your tongue”, your breath catches, “it’s a lil’ cold, but I like rubbin’ the flat part on my slit an-and then moving the tip on-on- fuckk…s’goood”.

 “tell me”, he murmurs softly, “are you laying on your back? You naked? Help me see you, darlin’”.

 You swallow another whine, shifting as if you were putting the phone down beside you. “I’m laying on my back, wearing one of your old navy button-up shirts”.

 “the marine ones? Where did you find that?”

  “in your closet”, you giggle, “you were so handsome in them, still smells like you”.

 Kuzan hums, not hating the memory they held if it meant it brought you comfort to wear something of his. You always look better in them anyway. “alright, keep going. What colour panties are you wearin?”.

 “not wearing any”, you purr, grinning when he grunts in response. “not wearing a bra either”.

 “my favourite words”.

“my thighs are open, I-I feel wet and hot. the toy feels so cold on my pussy, but in a nice way, it doesn’t melt and it’s not freezing either. Jus’-jus nice”.

 His lips quirk up into a gentle smile, absently flexing his hand, remembering how carefully he constructed it for you. “I’m glad”.

 “th-the other one is kinda scary —...ohh godd”, you cry out, eyes rolling back as wet sounds filter through the phone, “its like ha-aving your tongue inside me right n-now”.

 “go slow, yea?” His throat goes dry, and his voice ends up sounding a little hoarser as the arousal churns with your pleasure. “you don’t have to use both today”.

 “but I want to”, you whine a little too loudly, a little too desperately. “I wan’a get better taking your cock”.

 “shit”, he groans, smiling despite the growing chubb jerking in his pants. “I know, ma. You’re such a good girl tryin’ so hard”, you smile from the praise, rewarding him with another throaty moan. His chest constricts from the sound, cock stirring as if he could see the way your pussy leaks with every in and out glide of the toy. One that came as a set made special for you to play with whenever he wasn’t around. To practise with — and to hear you do just that curled a smirk entirely too sinful to be witnessed.

  “it’s not’a big stretch, b-but it feels so-so good. Gonna- ahh, gonna try the big one n-next”.

 “Sounds good, ma. It’s okay to stop too, don’t think you ‘ave’to take it all in one go. Pace yourself, touch your pretty tits, go slow like I showed you”. He exhales a deep breath, the vision of you rolling your hips invading his mind before a chuckle escapes, “can’t believe you’re doing this when I can’t see your cute face”.

  you huff again, pouting, “you jus’ like watching me struggle”.

 “your pussy’so tight fo’me”, he grumbles, frost blowing with your every choked breath, his control slipping from the sound. “I tell ya’ to relax, your pussy squeezes on my tip an’ you start cryin’ these cute tears. Fuck, how can I not love it?”

  “and then you start smiling!”

 “it feels good”, he shrugs, leaning back with his knees shifting wider to accommodate the stiffness in his pants, “wont apologise for that, sweetheart”.

 Your smile peaks through, “your apologies ain’t shit anyway. Saying sorry while playing with my tits but trying to push in harder — sorry baby jus’ a little more, its only halfway, promise”, you mock in a low tone, though failing to mimic the attractive husk that colours his words when he looms over you.

 A deep, guttural sound that tears from his throat the moment he sinks into your cunt and the slightest bit of resistance pulses on his thick cock. Murmuring sorry again and again, with his hips pressing deeper with every strained syllable.

 “You’re just a liar”, you hiss through another mewl.

 “If you’re going to mock me, at least make it sound a little more dignified”, he grumbles, palming his fat bulge lazily.

 “ohhhh so sorry I can’t match the cadence of your voice when you can’t fit inside me all the way”.

 “You’re forgiven, sweetheart”, he says in his usual deadpan, concealing the chilling swirl of lust that billows around him. He can hear it now, the soft squelch of your wet pussy, labia slick and clit aching from the stimulation of the iced muscle he created for you to mimic the touch of his tongue. Wet glides up and down in broad strokes before fucking you hard, your cunt hot and wet all over his mouth. Fuck.

 You were whining, fidgeting — knowing that your tits bounce with every needy grind of your hips made his chubb grow that much harder.

  damn, you sound so pretty.

 “C’mon”, he grunts hastily, frustration seeping when he can’t stimulate the warmth of your cunt on his erection, “dont forget why you called, lemme hear your pussy”. Kuzan smirks, “bet she misses me”.

 “ughh, you’re so annoying”.

 Your giggle makes him sigh, a pleasured one that spills white drops of pre in his pants without even fisting his cock. He was achingly hard, and the room was growing colder, ice crystalising up his neck as he descended into a lust-blown frost, “you’re killin’ me, sweetheart. Put your pussy on the phone, wanna hear how wet she is fo’me”.

  you hum teasingly, “what’re you gonna say to her?”.

 “how much I miss her on me”, he rasps, longing rough in his throat, “how I wanna suck on her cute clit an’ feel it twitch on my tongue. Rub on her pretty lips. Feel her dripping down my chin. Lick her clean. Fuck, I’m so hard right now”, he couldn’t hide the hunger in his tone, “Put her on the phone, let me hear while I fuck my fist. It won’t even be the same, but at least I’d get to hear your voice when I cum”.

 you’re panting, Kuzan hears your resolve chipping away upon the command in his tone, only managing a bland you’re stupid in response as the distance between you creates a different sort of ache.

“and hard”, he sighs, hearing the words unsaid, “so, so hard, baby. That’s why I need to hear you, want to feel like I’m there between your legs”.

 Silence settles on both ends. His abdomen tightens, staving off the arousal licking his skin, waiting on your next move— knowing you were biting your lower lip to hide another whine that slips out anyway. You were so stubborn when you could get away with it. A pretty brat who loved to test his patience. And damn did he love that.

 He loved to break it, to watch you come undone and curl in pleasure with tears blotching your lashes from his hand. His tongue, his dick. But you had a power over him too. A deep seeded pleasure that made him groan, made him shudder and laugh and fall into your chest with a content sigh because it’s the only warmth he ever felt. You were his. Are. Is.

 Always.

 His hand inches to his belt, undoing it swiftly just to free the pressure that strains in his pants, “c’mon, mama, tell me how good it is”. His husk washes over you the way he intended, hearing your whimper reach a new octave. “I’m all yours”.

  “Kuzan… ” his name flows in that familiar gasp through the phone, making him tense as if he could feel your cunt squeeze on his flesh.

 “breathe, sweetheart. Jus’ start with the tip, push it in and out slowly”.

“-big! co-cold, goddd, it’s stretchin’ mee”.

 “I know”, he coos, thumbing the pre that trickles out of his slit and coating it in his large palm, “you can take a lil’ more. such a big girl, doing this for’me, I love it so much, darlin’”.

 “…ohh myy, you’re so’thick, it’s not fairr”, you whine, thighs trembling as you attempt to push in a few more inches of his ice sculpted cock, “if you w-were jus’ long…th-en, fuck-fuck”, you voice trails off, as though you muffled it into the pillow. Your shudders echo through the device, exposing the vulnerability that seeps through when it becomes a little too much. Your lashes wet and touching your cheeks from how hard you squeeze your eyes shut.

 “breathe for me”, when you exhale, so does he. “there you go, just breathe. You got a pillow beneath you, right? …good girl. Start rubbing your clit for me with the other toy, im right there. Feel me? ahh you’re nice an’ wet, yea? Slow circles, that’s it. Breathe…”. Kuzan listens to you intently, every choked sigh and low mewl a clear indication on how you felt. He could read you openly, like he was right between your legs watching your cunt trickle slick all over his shaft, fluttering warmth and tightening—

 “kuzan! Ku-kuzan! Kuzaaan…”

 He groans low, answering you in the same breath as he begins fucking his fist. “I love the way you say my name”.

 “it’s deeper…deep-you’re, ahh, shit! Its only halfway”, you make him chuckle, cute face scrunched up while you whimper and buck into the toy, “I dunno if I can take any more”.

 “you’re doin’ so well”, he reassures, stroking his cock in gentle glides, hissing when the skin drags along his rough palm, his pre-cum not nearly enough lubricant— not unlike your sweet cunt. or mouth.

 Another whimper spills. “I like it better when you touch me, baby”, you sigh, though he could hear the dramatics as you flutter your wet lashes sweetly, “it hurts too much by myself”.

 Kuzan chuckles, the misty eye’d doe look your signature plea, one he’d seen too many times before you got your way. If he were there, your pout would have been kissed, your hair stroked— he would have been coddling you with his fat cock sheathed a little over halfway in your cunt. wet and warm and pulsating the six inches you could take. But you could do more. And you have— you’ve begged— you just like to be coerced and pampered with a little more affection first. To be kissed, caressed and praised.

 You were greedy like that— to have a big man fawn over you, to have him kiss your temple, whisper a low plea to fuck you. to make you feel good. To take care of your body and have his way with you.

 Something he’d never get tired of doing, but things were different this time, he wasn’t there.

 “Don’t start that. I know y’love it, darlin’”, he chuckles. “you complain so much, but y’love how big it is, how much it hurts when I push it in, when I rub it between your pussy lips and slide back in your cunt. tell you to shush when you shove at my chest an’ say anything but your safe-word. Whimpering no in that half-breath lie you always do— but you never mean it, cause it hurts so good”.

 Heat blooms where ice hardens, wrists almost in sync with their strokes in and out— up and down. His rasp following your flushed mewls as he speaks.

 “—I know y’like the pain, baby. You clench my wrist to keep me from pulling out, your eyes roll back. Fuck, I jus’ love the way your tits bounce when you breathe deeply. An’ when I rub circles on your clit with my thumb, your pussy practically drools all over my dick, suckin’ me in even deeper. An’ I jus’ know she wants more. but I ‘ave’to keep my hands on your waist or thighs to keep you from wriggling away from me. cryin’ ‘bout how full you feel, how big it is, how deep it goes. An’ what kills me is when I angle it right, press it in at that soft spot inside, an’ you squirt all over me. shit, that only makes me harder. To feel your pussy spasm on me like that? God I almost nut from that alone. Makes me fuck you deeper, put my hand around your throat to feel you squeeze on me tighter. You’re so hot, my pretty girl, I love the way your body moves against mine. How you cry, moan, call me daddy when I make you cum. You like all of it, you jus’ like to pretend. But it’s cool. I like your games, baby. You’re too cute not to play with”.

 Bliss seeps with his name through the phone, desperation rising from his words, his voice, his groans, wetness spilling over the toy as an orgasm builds. “I still need you”, you say through another moan, achingly hot and no way to satiate it, “it-it just feels better that way”.

 “ahha, you’re cute when you’re desperate. Means you’re close. Wish I could give you the extra attention this time, darlin’. Tell ya s’okay, an’ suck on your nipples, give you a kiss, but I can’t right now”, he sighs lowly, unable to hide the teasing smirk, “you’re gonna ‘ave’to be a big girl and do it yourself this time. Fuck yourself the way I would. Take my cock like a good girl should. It’s why you’re practicing, remember?”

 You fidget, murmuring something along the lines of its not true, but not rebuking any of his words. Not when you continue fucking yourself with the toy slowly, imagining the sultry words he whispered into your ear. your body wound and tense with tingles prickling every inch the ice touches. Its electric, addicting, and not at all like your man, but a decent substitute you grind on, chasing the wave of lust you can feel hum through your core.

  “so, you gonna be a big girl?” when you grumble and pout, he cant help but chuckle at you. “c’mon, you’re almost there. Jus’ close your eyes, im right there with you, remember? Your pussy is so warm, I feel her clenching on my cock, desperate for more. halfway jus’ isn’t enough for a sweet cunt like that. That’s why fingering yourself doesn’t do much, you need me fuckin’ you. It s’okay, I’ll fuck you nice an’ good”.

 “ahh, shit, babe. I love it when you talk like that”.

 Kuzan rests back against the ice block, giving himself a moment to imagine how you’d open your thighs wider, inviting him in deeper with a pleading whimper.

 “mo-ore”, you gasp, as if you had the same fantasy of him grinding on top of you. “I c-an take more, baby”.

 “I know you can, sweet girl”, he hums, “lift your hips just a lil’ when you push it back in, kay? Slow thrusts- don’t go too fast just yet…yea, darlin’, jus’ like that. Such a good girl, you feel me openin’ you up, huh?” he spits in his palm, smoothing the wet moisture for a softer glide as he rubs his dick to the memory of your cunt pulsing along his veins. The friction creating an even darker desire to touch you. To feel your breath against his lips when he bucks his hips into yours. When he grips your waist to keep you from squirming away from his harsh thrusts. Kuzan groans to the sound of your moans, too pent up but determined to talk you through it anyway.

  “s’goo-d, thick- in an’ out…ohh-fuck-ah, ahh.... Its pushi-ing in, Ku-zaan…it’so deep now, fuuck-uhh, it hurts, please, ple-easee—”

 “such a good lil’ girl”, he groans, enveloped in the fantasy as he strokes his thick shaft, “Do me a favour and play with your nipples fo’me, I miss them”. When you answer with a strangled moan, he takes it as a good sign. He smirks a little too smugly to hear the wet squelches of your pussy, every glide dribbling sticky slick for the toy to slide in smoother. Deeper… maybe just a little harder if he was the one fucking you.

 “your ha-ands are bigger”.

 “I know, you gotta pinch them a lil’ harder. Keep your thighs open, don’ run from it. It’s going deeper now, right? Yea, I can tell, mmm- you’re stuttering my name ahah, That’s my girl, you feel me in your belly, yea? I’d push down on your belly; make you feel me deep. Fuckin’ you deep, nnghh, Fu-ck.. that’s hot. Keep sayin’ my name, it makes me so hard”.

 “yo-you stroking your dick?”

“yea…not the same though. Your pussy’so much better”.

 “swear?”

“of course”, he grunts, bucking his hips into his closed fist, abdomen tensing, ice creeping when his body shudders past control, “not as tight as you, or wet or warm. Shit, it’s nothin’ like you, baby. Nothin’ like your mouth, your pussy or even your hands. But at least you’re thinkin’ of me too”.

 “it’s why I called”.

 “yea? Shit..nggh- you were touchin’ yourself thinkin’ of me?”

“I-I told you— I wanted to hear your voice”.

 He chuckles lowly, chest thundering for a different reason when he hears the softness in your words, “yea? How’s it sound, darlin’?”

 “I like hearing you talk. I li-like that noise you make, ahh, when-when you rub your thumb over the slit over-an’-over. You kinda hiss—”

 “I hiss?”

 your giggle sounds shaky as the dildo drags along your silky walls, “yea, like a kchss noise, like it feels so good you’re tryin’to hold out a lil’ longer. Fuck, I love that noise. Or when your breath stops, like a, uhh. Like-like a hitch. When im suckin’ on your balls or you fe-feel close to cummin’. It’s so hot. You make so many sexy sounds, like-like heavy groans into-into my neck. Or, uhh-shit, baby, you call me pretty, ice misting my…my, er- uhhh, my tits when you breathe hard. Ohh, I lo-ove it, love you touchin’ me”.

 “yea?” his breath comes out a little hoarser as he palms his shaft faster, adding the slightest bit of pressure with every stroke to the tip with thick dribbles of pre-cum adding rings along his cock, “what else do y’like?”

 “your lips, I like wh-when you kiss me. your ha-ands. Shoulders, chest-est, your scars, I lo-ove touchin’ your body. Like you melt for me, you fall into me when-when I touch you…fuckkk, Kuzan…umm, ahh, I-I like…I like how deep your voice ge-gets when you’re turned on…how easily you lift me, shove me down, carry me, ‘ure so so strong… uhh-uhhh, fuck, ahh, ‘ure balls, love’em. soo. muuchhh. cuummm…love-love cum, in me, love ‘ur cum in me— ohh, ahh, sir, sir you’re s’good. fuuuuckk…er, umm…I..”.

 “I’m close, baby”, he grunts, rolling his wrist harder to your moans. his thrusts sloppier, rougher, jerking his throbbing cock shamelessly as you whine and grind on a toy that could never satiate the growing heat in your core. Or keep him from craving the warmth you emit, desperate enough to chase a release that cannot imitate the pulse of your tight heat. “Keep talkin’, lemme- let me hear you”.

 “yea…yea, me too. Fuck, it’s’goo…uhh, shit…I love you-you’re dick. It’s so thick, ahh-uhh, the veins…fuck, baby, it’s rubbin’ up against me- inside me. pressin’ me, in me, the two veins I like stroking with my ton-tongue— I fe-el it deep. s’deep, s’bigg…I like how you, ohhh, how you force me to, to take it harder. Hu-urts in the best-best wayyy…I feel full, so so full with you, an’ when you hold me close-closer, tell me you missed me. missed my pussy- I miss you too, miss your fat dick, your kisses, touching— ohh shiiitt, Kuzaan…ple-ease, please- fuck me, fuck me—”

 “I am, darlin’”, rough and fast, his abdomen tightens, “y’close, go harder, rub- shit, rub your clit, goddd- you’re wet, so wet fo’me, I can hear it. I hear your pussy sticky an’ wet all’over your wrist, makin’ a huge mess of the sheets. Fuck-fuck, pretty girl ‘ur so addictin’. You gotta cum, don’ be afraid of’it. push ‘ur hips up, angle it jus’ right. y’know how— shit, I wanna spank your clit a lil’, you always tremble from that. Slap your cute face, grip your throat. God-fuuck, y’so small compared to me. sweet girl, dirty fuckin’ girl. My girl. Shit-shit—”

 “ohh, ahh- yes, yes—”

 Cum splatters.

 Saccharine sounds of pleasure quiver through the phone, dousing him in your ecstasy as you cry and buck into the toy, his name drowning beneath the waves of your orgasm that echo from you both. Your moans surging and twisting in a delicious mix of euphoria. The man on the other end releases a heavy sigh, sounding relieved but not entirely satisfied. Not unlike you, fading into the trembles from the squirts of release that washed over you. mewling and squirming in delight.

 “Fuuckk”, you giggle.

 Kuzan smirks, his heavy breaths not nearly as laboured as yours, listening to you babble and writhe from the intensity that sets your body on high. “such a good girl”, he groans lowly, praising you for your efforts, his release soaking his palm, “you did so well”. The phone connects you to his low husks of the other end, struggling to stay coherent as you moan from your orgasm, the toy slipping out with an audible pop, and he grunts through shallow pumps of his white coated fist. A lazy glide as he thinks about his next destination.

 You smile, rolling over to your belly and stretching your limbs out like a sated cat with a belly full of yummy cream. “that was nice”, you coo, “almost had you all the way this time”.

 “its cute when you try”, he murmurs, your smile infectious, “I’m glad you called”.

 “glad you picked up”, you whisper, fiddling with his shirt sleeve, “I…really wanted to hear you voice”.

 Kuzan wipes his hand with a cloth, the distance between you something that bothered him more than anything else now that he had a reminder of what waited for him. “Start practicing your riding, I’ll be home soon”.

 You scoff playfully, “my riding? I—”

 “Laying on top of me and rolling your hips while I fuck you from below does not count as riding, sweetheart”.

 “It does when I bounce my ass a little”.

 Kuzan rolls his eyes, adjusting himself back in his pants, “start practicing, an’ I’ll be home in a few short weeks. Maybe you’ll be better by then”.

“Ass”, you laugh, rolling away from the wet mess you made and snuggling into his pillow, your body aching and buzzing, “or maybe, by the time you peddle your slow-ass through the calm-belt, I’ll already be withered and old”.

 “I’d still expect a good performance”.

 His dry tone makes you snicker, affection blooming through. Kuzan smiles, making his way out of the back of the building, gripping on the phone as if it were his lifeline to you— not at all ready to break the connection. Your voice too comforting to let go.

 But he was on his way, he’d be home. He’d be with you. And maybe the ache you created would ebb in your presence.

 “so…you’re coming home?”

He smirks, “excited?”

 “Concerned! now I have to fix my little radiator before you create an ice-age in my bedroom”, he sneezed unexpectedly once, and you’ve never let him live it down.

 “I cleaned it up”.

“you ruined my plants!” you sigh dramatically, a teasing smile etched on your lips.

 “I have to go”, he says eventually, your laughter calling him home. “I’ll see you soon”.

 “Okay, bye-bye”, you bite your thumb, nervousness stilling the words you meant to say. But you didn’t need to.

 “I miss you too, darlin”.

Katchak.

Doflamingo/Holes

He actually can be gentle with you. But you’ve found that level of care is always only a precursor to something else that he wants. And in the end, he can’t ever let you back to sleep until he’s been inside at least one of your holes and fully spent himself within it. 

Whether this wretched man is pounding between your thighs, or probing you with those long fingers, or dampening you with that equally obscene tongue…he wants to be as deep inside of you as he can possibly be. 

He loves you most when you’re trembling, thighs spread beneath him. Or on your knees looking up as your eyes water with your mouth full of his length. He’ll tell you what a good pet you are even as you plead or choke. 

But it’s as if you were made perfectly for him. He’ll never feel this with another lover. You’re his favorite until he destroys it all. And even then, he may just pull you from the ash to start with you again. Because he would sincerely miss you in his next empire.

Kuzan/Aokiji/Chest

He loves to sleep with his head on your chest. He can hear your heartbeat then and know that you’re still really there. That this isn’t all some terrible illusion, as much as he still feels he doesn’t deserve you and can’t keep you. 

His life has been too complicated. All the way from a respected, yet conflicted marine to whatever the hell people are calling him these days. But you never seem to judge him. You still believe in him, even now. He doesn’t understand your loyalty, but he loves you for it. 

And when the two of you are awake and intimate, he’ll be behind you, hands holding your warm chest as his fingers massage it. The way you lean back into him as your chill bumps form is so trusting. You know that he could freeze your heart in an instant if he chose to. But of course he never would. He wants this to last forever. He needs you at his side.

Sir Crocodile/Hips

He is certain you do it on purpose by now. The way your ever tight clothing forms around your body. It feels like a specific challenge you’ve made against him. As if you are daring his eyes not to follow you across the room as your hips sway while you walk. 

You’re his favorite assassin already. Though perhaps he can take some blame for letting this favoritism start to go to your head. And yet, even when he plans to punish you, he finds himself enjoying it too much. It’s hard to keep you humble when he’s still moaning your name as he fucks you over the top of his desk. 

With his one hand he grabs into that fleshy hip, riding you to his release as his hook stays warningly against the side of your face. But while you smirk against that curved metal as he finally cums, he knows you haven’t learned your lesson at all. Yet he also realizes that there are still years of this game to come. You’re too efficient to get rid of you anytime soon.

Smoker/Lips

It was the first thing he ever noticed about you. Just how pouty your lips could look, even as you argued and bitched at him on the battlefield. You cursed him through those lips, always lamenting that he made your shared marine ship smell like an ashtray. 

And by the time he’d found his way into your bunk one night, those same lips were about the only thing he would put his cigars down for. He’d wanted to kiss you for so long. By the time you finally let him, he never wanted to lose that high again. 

It could be soft, it could be rough. Just like you and your ever changing moods. You acted like you hated him until your mouth was over his. Then you were thrusting against him soon enough and whimpering even as you both knew you couldn’t wake the rest of the ship. 

He always started and ended sex with you with those damned lips. And every time he knew curses would be flying from them again tomorrow, even if his name would also be moaning out through them just as passionately each night.

Buggy/Butt

His life was a circus. And not just in the literal way he would have preferred. Somehow every move he made garnered new success, but equal terror. He never knew what tomorrow would bring. As Cross Guild’s infamy grew, so did his reputation along with it. 

But his nerves were shot, and you could tell. When the others bullied him, you never added to it. He hadn’t a clue why you’d chosen him. But he wouldn’t take it for granted either as you’d come to sit in his lap, late at night in his room. You’d call him your captain, your emperor even, grinding that perfect ass into him as you tried to cheer him up. 

And it always worked. As he’d a bit too desperately slide your pants from you, you always humored him. Letting his hands massage and hold that enticing rear. If he wanted to spank you, you let him do that too. It was just so soft and…comforting? He might not admit it, but you were his only remaining stability in this place. If he lost you, that would have been his breaking point. But he trusted you too when you promised that you were in it for the long haul. He was already your pirate king.

Mihawk/Eyes

It was the way you’d looked at him that first time the two of you had ever crossed paths. You weren’t afraid of his history, even as you’d seen him kill a lesser swordsman right in front of you. 

By the time he got to know you better, he’d realized just how much he liked to gaze into those eyes. It was as if he could feel what you were thinking. And as your confidence grew, that ‘come hither’ look of yours became far more prominent as well. 

Just with a glance, he knew exactly when you were craving to have those physical needs sated. And he certainly respected that need, finding it rather quickly a mutual one as he’d often carry you to his bed. 

And even then as his hips would be pumping skillfully against your own, you’d be looking up at him in a haze of pleasure with those same beautiful eyes. A view for him alone, one he would cherish and protect forever more.

Shanks/Legs

It might have been a bit too crass on his part, that afternoon in the bar when he’d first noticed you from across the room. But his ship wouldn’t be in port for long. There wasn’t time to play this subtle. No, not at all as he’d whistled loudly, catcalling you while his crew had laughed. 

He’d gotten the full view as well when those same lovely legs had carried you right back up to the bar to tell him to go fuck himself. And the way he’d smiled at you just pissed you off even further of course. 

Your anger made you stay. And it was definitely a talent of his to inspire that, but he was persistent too. Soon enough you’d let him buy you a drink, and then a few more. By the time the two of you had been stumbling out of the bar, you were letting him know your room number at the nearby inn. You wanted to know if he was just all talk. He assured you that he was not.

And that night as he did get the privilege of those legs being wrapped around him as your bed creaked and shook in a marathon of lovemaking, he realized his crew probably could find more room on the ship. You had no ties to this town either. 

By morning he was more than pleased when you agreed to board. Beck had protested a little, just at the sudden impracticality of yet another mouth to feed. But Shanks knew you would fit in fine, all of you and those legs laying in his bunk warm beside him for years to come on your way through the New World.

Law/Hands

With an epithet like the Surgeon of Death, he of course knew better than most on the importance of dexterity and skill with the hands. Without his own, he felt that he would have been useless. 

But this appreciation for such talent had quickly extended to you once he’d finally given in. He’d ignored you for as long as he could, too logical in his understanding of how reckless it’d be to pursue a member of his own crew. But so many days and nights alone under the ocean’s surface had finally worn him down. 

The night on the Polar Tang when those skillful fingers of yours had finally been in his hair, and finally unbuttoning his pants soon after was one that had been so long coming. You’d gotten to see that other side of him then as he unraveled almost shamefully beneath your stroking and assurances. 

He’d taken care of everyone else for so long you told him, playing the part of their stoic leader. But you knew he was far from only that as your hands drew out all his pent up need.