#mihawk smut

Eustass Kid 7.8 inches - massive ego, massive dick, he needs some backup to be so arrogant. 

A pure shower. Thick and veiny as hell. Even his cock looks angry, especially when it twitches. It sounds threatening and daring you to touch. Kid is always stretching you out so much you can barely recall your own name for a few minutes, your walls so tight, clenching around him, feeling every single vein and ridge as he sinks deep inside you, fat tip trying to fuck your soul out of your body. “I know it's big, tell me somethin' I don't already know.”

Backshots, backshots, backshots. 

This man is breathing for backshots. He's an ass man. Slamming into you roughly from behind, hand gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. The second he stops to hold you, you know what’s going to happen. Rough spank on your ass, leaving red handprints on your skin. And he does it again, just for the dark satisfaction of watching the little jiggles of your flesh, how hard you’re whining into the pillow or against the wall. “Keep cryin’, it turns me on.” He’s fucking you so hard, tears always spill from your eyes, lewd noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room, Kid’s raspy, husky breath driving you insane with desire. Don’t you dare turn your head to look at him with a lovey dovey expression, all he will do is pin your face against the mattress, keeping you helpless and at his mercy until you’re fucked dumbed, drooling on the sheets.

Donquixote Doflamingo 11 inches - dick as massive as his charisma

“I’m not even halfway,” is his favorite thing to say as he watches you sweat and squirm pathetically with every inch pushed deep inside you. He’s taking his time, but don’t mistake it for kindness; he’s just drinking in the sight of your face totally wrecked when he’s only halfway, how obscene your hole is stretched around his girth, how you look at him with big eyes silently hopping he’s balls deep inside. But his maniac laugh says everything as he slams the rest of his length deep inside you, so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your guts. The worst thing when you watch him undress for the first time is to think it's already big, only to find out this bastard is a grower. That wicked grin on his face when he gets hard and watches the colors leave your face? Terrifying. He’s such a sadist he loves to make you count the inch when he buries himself into you and if you lose, you’re doomed.

Mean missionary, custom cowgirl, master of shibari.

Doflamingo is kinky as hell, even a romantic position turns into something obscene with him. You’re just his puppet when he forces your legs on his broad shoulders, spreading your thighs so wide open your muscles are sore and begging for mercy, but his hands will keep you as open as his cock splitting you in half. “That's it, keep singing for me, little bird.” His eyes never leave your face; he needs to see your face and how you’re wincing. Deep thrusts that make your whole body shake until your legs start to twitch uncontrollably. And don’t you think you’re in control when you’re straddling him, all you can do is take it as he looks regal, resting his head behind his arms, lazy fidgeting his fingers to drive you up and down his cock with his devil fruit. “Look at this little bird bouncing on my cock and whining like a crybaby.” Don’t even think about holding onto his abs for support, he will just tie you down. When he’s in the mood, he will turn your body into art, suspending you… before slamming inside you so hard you need to grip the ropes for support.

Dracule Mihawk 8.2 inches - big dick energy, dick as straight as his posture.

He got the prettiest cock you will ever see; in fact, before him, you never thought a dick could ever look pretty. He never bothered taking measures on his cock; it just sounded ridiculous in his mind. That man was just born confident; he never brags, no need to brag when you know what you're doing. And Mihawk always knows what he’s doing. When he’s sliding inside you, it feels like he’s putting you to death, inch after inch, stretching you out around his girth, circumcised tip bullying your inside, but don’t worry, to you, Mihawk only gives little death.

Missionary, mating press, ankle over shoulder.

Mihawk doesn't fuck. He hunts. With deadly precision. Each thrust is languid, meaningful, designed to spill out helpless moans from your mouth until you’re totally drugged out, reduced to a quivering, shivering mess under his lethal control. He wants you on your back, blending the world of intimacy and control in a way that makes your knees weak. Eyes always locked to yours as he thrusts inside you, in control, targeting all your weaknesses, making you feel each inch, each vein of his length, cold necklace covering your skin with goosebumps. He will always pin your wrists above your head, combining eye contact with control until he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sliding even deeper inside you, still keeping you pinned down and at his mercy. “Eyes on me, don’t move,” He will say almost cruelly when you try to shut your eyes or struggle to keep it with his firm pace - for him, rough sex is not about fucking you fast and rough like a jackhammer, but rather deep enough to leave you empty and needy for days once he’s done with you. When he wants you even more helpless, he will smash your legs against your chest, folding you in half, your wrists either tied or pinned with one hand. Languid kisses that always leave you breathless, piercing gaze that makes you feel like he's fucking you even when he's perfectly still inside you.

Portgas D.Ace 6.4 inches - with a super cute sensitive pink tip

Slightly curved upward, perfect girth, tip always glistening with pre-cum, thick vein running down one side, smooth skin. It doesn’t matter if you’re giving him a head, jerking him off or taking him deep inside you, he will always give you the prettiest moans you have never heard - Ace moans are so beautiful, in the top 3 of One Piece men moans, and he’s not the third. “ You’re so perfect for me.” He always praises you, the cute freckles on his cheeks all flushed when you’re clenching around him, milking his cock until he lets out broken moans.

Just ride this man.

He just loves watching you bouncing on his length - his eyes can drink in every single inch of your skin, keeping eye contact; it soothes him to see how much you love him and how good his cock makes you feel as you fuck yourself on his length, lips open on silent screams while he holds your hips, hair fanning on his forehead and on the pillows, face flushed from neck to ears, pearls of his necklace clicking together whenever he lifts up to grab your neck and kisses you so deeply, pouring all the feelings he doesn’t know how to express into his kiss - before moaning in your mouth, filling you up with hot ropes of thick seed.

Rob Lucci 8 inches - with a curve as lethal as his attacks

“Stay still.” Voice so soft and smooth like velvet while he’s literally impaling you on his length, his claws keeping you pinned and helpless, reminding you that each squirm will be punished with a scratch, or a bite on your neck. The first time you undressed him, eyes widening in shock, he didn’t even bother blinking, just stared at you with a detached, predator gaze, voice flat. “Run away now if you're scared.” You didn’t run away, but even now, every single time, you’re crawling on the bed and Lucci just watches your struggles with a cold face before impaling you back firmly onto his length.

Hunting you doggy style.

He’s a predator. He loves playing with you. His favorite game is to have you on your hands and knees, back arched in the most cruel, sadistic angle, his hands digging into your flesh, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as he slides inside you, slowly, not by kindness but for predatory purposes. And then his favorite game begging, fucking you so deep your soul is leaving your body with each thrust, his tip punching against your sweet spot as if he was angry at it, until you start to crawl and squirm. He loves watching you struggle for a few seconds before gripping your hips tightly, slamming you right back on his length. He’s hunting until your hands give up, resting weakly on your forearms and when your arms are sore, you’re just reduced to a helpless mess, ass up, chest down. “Pathetic.” He snarls, pushing you flat against the mattress, ending you in prone bone, scratching you, biting you, leaving hickeys everywhere he can, keeping you pinned down, at his mercy, his long hair falling free on your broken frame.

Sabo 6.8 inches - twitching like hell, always happy to see you

Mushroom tip round and smooth but so fucking large, eager to choke you, just as Sabo always does with his fingers wrapped like a necklace around your throat. A grower that grows fast whenever you’re around, veins pulsing with need, cockhead always glistening with precum and throbbing even more when Sabo buries himself inside you. “Quit squeezing down so hard, sweetheart,” he whispers, while casually keeping you in a chokehold.

Mating press.

He’s folding you in half with an angelic smile, slamming so deep your eyes roll back with each thrust, your poor legs twitching and trembling. He just loves your drugged-out expression in this position, how you’re milking his cock, sucking him deeper. He can watch your face, his length sliding inside you, how your hole is clenching him so tight, but more importantly, he can wrap his fingers around your neck and admire your eyes turning blank and cheeks totally red as he chokes you to your heart’s content. You’re squeezing him so nicely when he chokes you, his eyes are shining with a twisted mix of lust, love and admiration, talking to you with a lovely voice that doesn’t match the obscenity he’s doing and saying to you.

Trafalgar Law 7.6 inches - flat ass, big dick, the true embodiment of skinny emo myth, trust me

He’s so twisted, he removed his foreskin just for the sake of science, but he will pretend he did it for real medical purposes. The girth is pretty average but that length can kill - the fact this dude is casually walking with a nodachi almost as big as him is a warning. Sadly, his tip isn’t black and dark as the emo he is, it’s a cute, deep shade of pink, little veins along that perfectly straight length because his cock is as rigid as his mind. “Stop staring,” he mutters, cheeks flushed as your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of length. His cock is unexpressive just like him, never really throbbing or twitching, but when it’s inside you, don’t worry, each vein is teasing you, that fat tip as well. A pure grower, I mean look at those tight skinny emo jeans he's always wearing, he is a grower.

As long as you’re on your stomach.

Intimacy is such a struggle, he just likes to keep you on your stomach and if you can please, keep your head buried in the pillow or the mattress. If you can’t, don’t worry, he’ll pin you down regardless. He loves to be in control, one hand on your lower back as leverage as you literally collapse flat on your stomach, his hips snapping forward with controlled thrusts - but sometimes he’s so rough it feels like he’s trying to fuck the insomnia out of his body. “What? I just want to see your face.” Whenever you furrow your eyebrows when he flips you on your back, because you know it only means one thing with such a teaser - he’s going to make fun of you as he edges you with that smug expression and annoying smirk. But honestly, what Law loves the most is just to make you cum with his fingers. “Try to hold back for more than 5 minutes if you want to have a taste of my mouth.” But the A & T are curled up so nicely inside you. On purpose. It’s so funny to see the pleasure blended with desperation in your gaze as you cum within 5 minutes. When he’s even more lazy, he will give you only the H.

Vinsmoke Sanji 6.6 inches - cute tip always glistening with precum

Smooth, velvety skin, not really veiny, average girth, twitching and throbbing with need whenever he looks at you for more than 10 seconds. It stands proudly, slightly curved upward just to please you better when he’s inside you, hitting your sweet spot so nicely it should be illegal. “You’re taking me so well,” he praises with his sweet voice, trying so hard to not cum in a blink whenever your tight warm clench around him. Shivers running down your spine whenever he buries his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans - pretty, pretty moans, in the top 3 prettiest moaners of One Piece with Ace.

Between your legs.

What do you mean living between your legs and driving you crazy with his mouth isn’t really a position? He doesn't mind, that’s what he loves the most. Licking you, sucking you, swallowing each single one of your orgasm until his jaws are so sore he has no choice but to give up. “You taste so good, I can’t help it…” While diving back between your legs, overstimulating you without even trying to, he just has an oral fixation. Will get all cute and pouty and ask like a good boy to have his perfect ass pounded. His ass is so juicy it's illegal, one of the prettiest ass of One Piece, maybe his ass is the One Piece. But if you really want him to take you, then missionary it is. He wants to offer you divine french kisses while rolling his hips in languid thrusts, even his hickeys are delicate and soft. His guilty pleasure? Watching you, nothing more, nothing else. Every part of your body is so mesmerizing he doesn’t know where to look. Sometimes, he likes spooning, especially for morning sex, and because his hands can wander on your skin.

Roronoa Zoro 6.4 inches - fat dick, you kinda want to cry

Probably did a dick contest with Sanji and was pissed off to see the 0,2 inches difference but then got that smug face because his girth is so scary it could leave you with a gaping hole if he was a sadist. Veins are pulsing with need, it almost looks like it’s mad at you, but if you say a comment about his dick, he’s going to blush so hard, such a lovely tomato with his green hair. Is either focused as if he was training, or lazy when he’s sliding inside you, stretching you out so wide open it’s almost obscene. “Cling onto my shoulders if ya want, I got ya.”

“That one where you’re on top”, “that one with your ass lifted up,” that one....”

Yes. That's how he’s talking. This man is living in his own world; he doesn’t even know sex position name. Honestly, sometimes he’s manhandling you so roughly he’s creating new positions without even trying to. “Come on, work that ass, don’t be lazy.” He grunts whenever you’re straddling him, reverse style; of course, he’s an ass man. Watching your cute ass bouncing on his cock, your hole clenching around his girth and his length disappearing inside you is probably one of his favorite views, so that’s why when he’s not lazy, he’s just fucking you doggy style, big muscles flexing each time he’s holding you in place, abs contracting so pretty, too bad you can’t see it. When he’s in the mood to face you, his usual go-to is to fold you in half in mating press, caging you in with his muscular frame, watching how wrecked you are as his hips snap against yours, sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room - the soft, delicate, metallic chimes of his earrings clasping together is a lovely contrast when your poor knees are almost brushing your ears. “Gotta focus on your stamina and stretching.”

Buggy 5.9 inches - brightening red tip just as his nose

Average size and girth, a red tip looking almost angry and always leaking with precum because even his dick is way too expressive. He’s such a whiny mess, his dick throbbing and pulsing, but your hands aren’t even touching him yet. His hips are jerky when he’s inside you, crying out your name so loudly you always end up stuffing his mouth with your underwear to make him shut up, but he keeps whining through the fabric, with big crybaby tears when he cum. Muffled “Mmpf” , but he’s probably whining about how good you feel.

Cringe king of weird positions

He’s a sub even if he will always pretend the opposite, so basically, he’s going to follow your lead - when he’s not asking to get his cute ass pounded... with his own dick as a strap. But if you let him indulge in his wildest desires, Buggy got quite the creativity. He’s a clown and has a nice devil fruit for show time and will use both shamelessly to fuck you in impossible angles and position, his hands bullying you, sometimes even his head isn’t attached to his neck anymore but just going down on you shamelessly while you impale yourself on his length. “What’s wrong, you’re not comfortable?” He’s asking without even teasing you, deadly serious, confused that NO, you’re not comfortable when your legs are angled in such weird positions it almost looks like you’re a ragdoll with broken bones.

Smoker 7 inches - he’s ready to tame you with his dick 

“I don’t bite, you know?” Smoker is not stupid, he knows he doesn’t have to complain about his size, but he never gets what his partners are looking at him with such big eyes. Maybe he’s a bit taciturn, but he’s also kind. He’s not going to shove his cock down your throat without a warning. It stands proud and thick with big veins and heavy balls. When you’re kneeling in front of him, drooling down his length while he’s taking drag after drag of his cigars, he always looks at you with a gaze full of lust and tenderness - he will always tangle his hands in your hair. If you ask him to guide your head, he’s more than happy to indulge but will probably accidentally choke you on his cock, pushing his tip down your throat until you’re coughing. He was too lost in his pleasure. 

Against the wall. 

Poor man is always busy with work and missions. He’s a workaholic, that’s why he needs two cigars; one isn’t enough to get enough nicotine stuck in his lungs. When he comes back to you, he’s too impatient to reach the bedroom, he doesn’t even bother taking off his uniform, his big hands are just pinning you down against the wall, watching how your hole is trying to swallow all of him. “Fuck, you’re always gripping me so tight when I come home. Missed me, yeah?” Hot palms squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them wide open until he gets tired of the view and flips you around, caging you with his massive frame, carrying you effortlessly and fucking you, your legs wrapped around his waist, back firmly pressed against the wall. He doesn’t moan, but damn, his raspy breaths are so pretty when he cum deep down inside you… as your body goes limp, he finally remembers about the bedroom and proceeds to fuck you again on the mattress, savoring the moment, taking his time.

King 20,8 inches - I don’t make the rules, he’s so tall.

Big bulbous brown head, it’s not just long and girthy, it’s also heavy, large balls hanging between his thighs, it could split you open, make you cry until you pass out. And yeah yeah, Alber got a prince albert and it stays on. Even behind his mask, he’s looking down at you with such disdain your gaze is locked on the floor. “You’re embarrassing.” He’s merciless, making sure you’re fully stuffed as he focuses solely on rearranging your guts, his hands on your stomach just to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you out beyond reliefs. “I knew human bodies were weak but yours is so ridiculously weak, it’s pathetic.” He’s a sadist; he loves the big tears running down your cheeks, torturing you, fucking you orgasm after orgasm, leaving you with a gaping hole, trembling legs, and a shaky body overstimulated and exhausted.

Prone bone.

One strong hand pinning your head on the pillow, massive length dragging over your ass cheeks, forcing you to arch your back, making you gasp and squirm already and it’s not even in. “You know I won’t be gentle, behave and take it.” His tone is dripping with dominance, strict, stern, but when he’s slamming inside you with angry thrusts, it almost sounds like he’s so mad at you and that damn weak body. But at least you’re entertaining, muffling moans, drooling on the sheets as he pounds into you from behind with rough, mean snap of his hips fucking your soul out of your body. “Choking on your moans, choking on my cock, choking on my name, are you trying to tell me you want my hands around your neck?” You don’t even have the time to answer, his fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing, keeping you still and at the very edge of passing out, heavy balls slapping against your ass. You're nearly a toy for him. But if you manage to handle him without whining and trying to crawl away, he will throw his mask on the bed, metal clinging loudly. “Don’t you dare look at me.” Before leaning down, beautiful, white long hair brushing your skin, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck or shoulders, his lips trailing kisses and hickeys everywhere, raspy, low, lovely moans against your ear. “Just like that, keep milking my cock and squeezing so tight like you won’t let me go.” That’s the closest loving, kind thing he will ever do or say when fucking you. The worst? You’re crying when he does so, his hair so soft, like silk against your skin, and his lips so soft. You wonder how his mouth can feel so good yet only speak so coldly and dirty. When he wraps an arm around your chest, you feel like you’re going to ascend, the sensation of his skin against your skin… is divine.

Sir Crocodile 10 inches - 0 curve, it looks strict and mean

Big head, prominent vein running along the underside, if you ever wonder if a dick could look down at you, now you know it’s possible. His cock is heavy as hell. Whenever you’re giving him a head, he will run his hook on the smooth skin of your neck and slap you if you dare to drool on him. But how aren’t you supposed to not drool when he’s stretching your mouth so wide open it leaves you with cramps. “Have some manners, you’re disgusting.” He loves to keep you on your knees while he works, looking down at you, blowing thick clouds of smoke while you try so hard to satisfy him.

Busy man, he’s bending you over his desk.

Whenever he needs some stress relief, he will either show you the desk with one thick finger, or just bend you over if you’re too slow for his liking, time is money. The rings stay on, digging in your flesh as he holds you in place, slamming inside you with a strict, firm pace. He won’t jackhammer, but each snap of his hips is so brutal it makes the desk shake regardless. And he will put the blame on you if some important papers are falling, so you better hold onto them tightly. For each paper falling, you get a mean spank. “Arch you back properly for me,” he commands, not even to appreciate the view of his cock ramming into you, but just to use the small of your back as an ashtray. He won’t manhandle you with his hand, but with his hook, wrapping it around your throat, your waist, running it along your skin is enough to make you obey.

Marco 6,4 inches - luckily the tip doesn’t look like a pineapple

The national birb doctor got the perfect curve to hit your sweet spot with each smooth thrust, making you feel the veins pulsing his need when he’s deep inside you. Girth is slightly above the average but not enough to split you in half. Just so you know, Marco knows what he’s doing, not only because he’s a doctor, but he has a fair amount of experience so don’t worry, you’re always in good hands with him. “Your hands are so pretty when they are wrapped around my cock.” He means it. Watching your hands when you’re jerking him off is always driving him crazy. Just for the sake of watching your pretty hands, he’s always letting you roll the condom onto his length. AFAB reader: He has a boobs fixation, give this man a boobs job.

I just want to see your face.

Missionary and all its variants, mating press, carrying you against the wall, you on top, lotus… he doesn’t mind as long as he can watch your beautiful face. A big kisser, he’s so sad if he can’t kiss you and admires that expression of pure bliss when he’s bullying your sweet spot, sending shivers down your spine and making your body jolt. It's so steamy when he’s caging you under his frame, holding you tight and close, unfolding his wings to keep you in a warm, soothing embrace. “You’re always so perfect for me. You’re going to give me another orgasm, right?” If you have a mirror though, he’s not against doggy style - your reflection showing that lovely face of yours and the sight of your back arched while he’s gripping your hips, sliding inside you… is quite mesmerizing.

Killer 7 inches - veiny as hell 

Oh, you thought Kid’s dick was girthy? Then you never saw Killer naked. Thick. Veiny. Circumcised. Tip is a deep shade of purple; it almost looks like he's secretly trying to match his tip color with his lipstick. When you run your fingers along his length, there’s a vein running along the right side that always drives him crazy. Unlike his captain, he’s a grower, not a shower. But damn, he’s packing. “If you keep gripping my hair like that, I’m going to lose control.” It doesn’t matter if he’s fucking you or going down on you, whenever you’re pulling on his beautiful blonde mane, it’s a total turn-on. 

This man is picky, it’s so hard to see his face.

He can be so sweet, soft, and romantic or a total savage, but regardless, he’s a big fan of missionary. He loves the intimacy, the proximity, feeling your body beneath him, his hands can roam on every single inch of your skin… Sometimes he’s grabbing your legs, resting them on his broad shoulders to slam deeper inside you, reducing you to a quivering mess. All you can do is hold onto his hair as if it were your lifeline. Most of the time, if he’s fucking you in missionary, it means you’re wearing either a blindfold, or that he’s keeping his mask. When he’s not wearing his mask, then it means he’s fucking you from behind. He’s trusting you, so please, respect his will and do not try to turn your head, or you will lose his trust. Just enjoy the sensation of the sweat dripping from his forehead and big muscles flexing. “Fuck, you feel unreal.” This man is not afraid of moaning. Remember about Sanji and Ace? Killer got the prettiest moans with them. Low, husky moans. If you manage to win his trust, you might be able to drown into his ocean eyes and admire that beautiful face he’s hiding while he covers your neck with hickeys, smearing his lipstick everywhere he can.

Charlotte Katakuri 15,3 inches - sweet commander but not so sweet dick

Skin is surprisingly smooth with a few veins pulsing with need. Big boy with a big, heavy cock, but he’s almost shy when you wrap your hands around his length, his pale cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, tip glistening with precum, balls aching with need. Katakuri is just a bit self-conscious. “… your mouth feels so good.” He’s almost shy when he’s praising you, confused between his tendency to always hide half of himself behind a scarf and the aching desire of your sweet, hot mouth drooling all over his length.

69 - He loves to use his mouth.

At first, he’s nervous, scared to injure you with his fangs, but whenever he’s using his mouth, he’s hungry as hell yet surprisingly cautious. He’s savoring your taste as if he was eating something delicious and sweet. His big hands are spreading your ass cheeks, squeezing your flesh, spanking you, just for the sake of listening to your cute moans as you try your best to stretch your mouth around his girth. “Just cum against my mouth one last time and I swear I’ll stop…” He’s begging, trying to pull another orgasm out of you, eager to swallow everything. You can be sure that every single time he’s fucking you, it always ends up with a messy creampie, his seed flowing down your thighs… and his tongue sucking you clean, swallowing his own seed, pushing it back inside you or tasting your taste mixed with his own.

Shanks 7,8 inches - and yes, he’s really saying 7,8 inches 

Unlike Usopp, Shanks won’t mess around and round up to reach 8 inches, he’s going to say the really specific size without any care for privacy. This hobo with ugly ass shoes is so carefree it’s probably one of the first things he said when you two started to date. Shanks knows he’s packing, he’s shameless, but he won’t brag. He just knows his way around. “C’mere, gonna fill you up juuust niiiice.” Probably one of the most experienced dudes on this list, but he’s so unserious, with stupid dad jokes, you’re almost surprised when he kisses you so good your brain is melting. This man knows what he’s doing. He just likes to keep things light. For him, sex is supposed to be fun, not deadly serious, silent and boring. 

Lazy ass, ride him. 

First he’s lazy. Second, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, chasing your own high. Third, let’s not forget about his missing arm. Last, this man is living for the sight of your body and his cock disappearing inside you with each roll of your hips. He’s looking at you with a smug face, hand glued to your ass whenever you’re not facing him. “Ride me, don’t be lazy, you can do better.” With another playful spank. Even if you being on top is his usual go-to because it’s easier for him, this man just loves fucking you. Against the wall, doggy style, on the ground, against the railing of his ship, in the middle of a loud party… he’s not that picky. If you want to laugh, he can try missionary but let’s be honest, it’s hard to hold that kind of position and keep his balance at the same time. “Alriiight, gonna move your ass or what? Unless you really want to see me falling on you like a poor lost seal.” He’s so silly but you don’t have the time to burst into laughter, he’s too focused on fucking you through another orgasm.

Donquixote Rosinante 11,5 inches - a gentle giant with a fat cock

It’s long, thick, but don’t worry, Corazon is a sweetheart. In fact, he’s always scared to hurt you, his big goofy hands so shaky when they rest on your hips or legs. Of course, his tip is sensitive, always leaking with precum. Smooth skin with little veins running along the sides. “You’re so good for me…” He’s always kissing you, smearing his lipstick on your cheeks, adorable moans falling free from his lips.

For your own good, ride him.

The truth is: Corazon has always been a bit goofy, but he turned even more goofy just to make the kids of the Family laugh. But now, it’s written in his DNA, he’s goofy even when he’s trying to be serious - so yes, even when he’s fucking you. Opening a condom wrapper? Thick, shaky fingers struggling to do so. Spreading some lube? Be sure the bottle is going to fall, lube flooding everywhere in the process. Taking off your clothes? He’s ripping them off, accidentally, unlike Lucci. So fucking you? Please, he’s so scared of literally crushing you under his weight. Just ride him, or he’s going to be super nervous the whole time. Plus, it’s quite satisfying to ride this giant, his face all flushed, hips stammering as you take him as deep as you can. “Don’t look at me or I’m just going to cum…” His cock is always throbbing and twitching inside you. A big kisser, a lover of hugs and aftercare. He has some kinks, of course, but he’s so shy about it. He’s a giver after all. If you indulge in his fantasies, he’s praising you so nicely, your heart is melting.

Bartolomeo 6 inches - with too many piercings

Girthy, veiny, hard in a blink whenever you’re around. But what’s interesting about him is the indecent amount of piercings he has. You never thought so many piercings were even possible on a dick. Sure, he has a prince albert. But not only. Magic cross, lorum, hafada, frenum, foreskin, dydoe, apadravya… you’re learning new names every day with him. And no, he won’t take them off. “Fuck, your tongue feels like heaven.” He’s a freak, he has no courtesy, but he’s also a simp, always worshiping you. Don’t worry, he knows how to use his piercings.

Full Nelson, mostly.

“Fuck, tremblin’ already?” He’s impaling you on his length, splitting you open, holding you tight, his fangs plunging into the soft flesh of your neck or dirty talking you. Big arms flexing as he holds the underside of your knees, slamming you down onto his cock hard enough because the sound of skin slapping against skin is his favorite music. You’re clenching like a vice around him, struggling to stretch around his girth, but those piercings are hitting all your sensitive spots. Once you’re wrecked, he will manhandle you like a ragdoll, flipping you on your stomach or back, feasting on your neck, covering your skin with bites, hickeys, scratches, printing in his memory your strained face, half-lidded eyes fluttering close every time his piercings are bullying your inside. He's a fucking freak yet an absolute sweetheart at the same time.

Usopp 5,5 inches - but will say 6 inches

Poor Usopp is way too self-conscious so he rounds up to 6, but honestly, he’s not small, just average length and girth, with a glistening brown tip and a few nice veins. Adorable moans when you’re jerking him off, shaky hands yet light-feathered touch whenever he’s touching you - so carefully, always afraid to mess up. “Am I doing this right?” It is probably the thing you will hear the most from him. He just needs a bit of guidance and reassurance. Let’s not forget this man is creative and has some good eyes. With enough patience and kindness, he will manage to map all your body and learn all your weaknesses.

Spooning is so soft.

It’s sweet, he can kiss you on the back of your neck, targeting all those weaknesses he cautiously learned. The only thing that annoys him is probably his nose. As long as he can hold you, he’s not too picky. You being on top is nice because he’s sure to not mess up, his focus split between how beautiful you look and fingers brushing your skin softly to make you feel just nice. The feeling of skin against skin is pure paradise to him, so lotus is nice as well, it’s sensual, steamy, he’s feeling the gentle beats of your heart. “You’re making me feel so good…” He’s remembering every single detail of you, not only to please you, but also to draw you. Will randomly draw you whenever he has some time and then show it to you, as a reminder of how beautiful you are when consumed by bliss.

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↳ [ // AUTHOR’S NOTE. ] OPLA 2 has me heated & inspired with luffy in all kinds of subby situations (cuffed & hypnotized & mouth taped & what else, hello?!) and zoro tied or waxed up at every opportunity 😩 they are setting the tone right there! so let’s clock what kind of subs these delicious OP men are, shall we 🗣️ from the goodest boys to the superfreaks. buggy turned out so hot with his kinky high heels and sexy circus makeup i can’t (i’ve joined the clown fetish club?? 😭✊🏼). law also has a crazy painslut segment while ace & koby are the softest for good measure 🥰 now heels aside, pick your fave(s) & enjoy!

masterlist 

ace ] a snuggly soft sub. Courtesy of his devil fruit, which really would have to be called “angel fruit” in his case instead, Ace is the most tactile submissive there is. Even stroking his back in passing makes his brain melt. His hair, legs, shoulders, lips, cheeks: Letting your hand ghost over his cute freckled skin will leave your slightly exhibitionistic lover giddy with goosebumps. And in love. And so yearning. Your hand in his hair is everything to him. It’s not a case of “guy makes every cuddle a sex thing”, though. Ace likes cuddling for cuddles’ sake, because the emotions are a huge relief. The making out and kissing is so unusually frequent, people looking on will think he’s using drugs. Ace is high on your gaze, and barely thinks of anything else but being side by side in bed, spooning (Luffy thinks that’s so adorable when he walks in on you in your sleep. He supports his brother getting all the love). That’s his happy place. Releasing him from the tough, less than gentle world. Ace could make anal sex romantic. Marriage proposal during a fisting sesh, he could pull that off. He jumps with joy when you buy him plushies. You made one for him by hand, he carries it with him 24/7 in a trouser pocket. This dude is just the king of fluff. Ace finds all his wishful thinking in a soft domme, a hard domme wouldn’t match him right. You can pinch him all you pleased, those nipples especially. But roughly handling him would just be awkward and hurt Ace. He’s too sweet and yes, lazy. Petting is like having sex to him. Corny, but, it’s Ace. He enjoys to make love to you in missionary or another intimate position, but the body contact always counts more than the “yay, it goes in and out” part. Regular sex is not crucially urgent to Ace. It’s just a byproduct of huddling up in bed sometimes. Whatever your libido says, he adapts. He could please you every day or do it once a month in comfy silence. If you want to tickle him to get a glimpse of that 1000 Watt-smile or see how well his fingertips can work your clit, Ace can pull off both. One thing is his favorite, though. Being snug, together by a fireplace, mumbling to each other.

buggy ] the most committed pet. With all the ribbons, a time to feed him… and fuck, cause this clown wants it bad. But stylishly. Someone’s fully queening out with you: Buggy is all in with the feminization, dumbification, putting him in collars and you having him make some noises considered strange by others alright. He is the original superfreak. Law pretty much loves himself a sado-domme that torments him with red hot tweezers for breakfast, Luffy is all about the impossible sex positions and self-tie shenanigans, but Buggy… he commits to the bit. Always. A circus makes a performer slip into ludicrous roles, you both love that. Acting out just because! Life is filled with restraint and nonsense, so why not be unrestrained without sense? Buggy as a pet sub is ‘brainless’ in a smart way. And fucked brainless especially. Sounds edgy, ruined makeup style, and it is. Edging you is his favorite when he eats you out with fantasy positions and tricks, fun makeup, cat ears, false lashes, painted nails, platform heels on (he can do cartwheels in those!), just letting his oral freak flag fly. Sit on his face and ruin his eyeshadow, his sexy rouge, and that glimmering cheek highlighter while you’re at it. At this point, his lipstick stains on your clit just turn you on for a second round each time. If the world sucks, start sucking. His sex motto extraordinaire, humping his pillow with two hands of his down his throat. Yep, he can fit that many. Yes, he loves it when you draw lewd pictures of him like this. And if you need him bad, Buggy satisfies you from behind, giving your ass a proper worshipping. Does this guy nut glitter? Lock him in that tiger cage, put him in his lace wear, and bring those whippy whips. His high libido will soon tell. On all fours? Buggy does it best.

koby ] obedient sub. With gorgeous pink ribbons, humiliation kink, soap baths and everything. Being forthcoming and more on the soft domme side, you prepared a lot for your sweetheart, tea cups and big pillows and little treats (or not so little, as sweet stuff can be a luxury on the Grand Line, after all) and a warm fireplace to spend some time in a cozy tavern that’s not exactly close to any busy areas or marines. Koby shyly returns the favor of you setting the mood and running errands to get all of those cute things to create a nice time. With eating you out a lot, lots of sucking and curious tongue moves involved. It feels so good and it just goes on and on for minutes on end: “You taste amazing… Can I do it more?” Fuck, this is the big treat, then, is it. Your clit just experiences heaven with that pliant, malleable and warm tongue doing its loving thing. Slave to love and your scent, your baby licks you up from behind, in missionary, sideways even, even if it’s a bit unorthodox and hard to pull off. No problem though, you’re having fun rolling around in the sheets. Now, hear me out: Koby’s actually the most obsessed with vanilla fucking among all these guys to top it off. Your pussy is in for all that gentle stimulation, those good angles, and those pretty as hell hands really sneak to your most sensitive area again and again, so you both edge for like 30 minutes plus. But the ribbons and the fluffy handcuffs stay on! The sweetest collared sub ever. You absolute love birds, this is relationship goals.

luffy ] a bonafide contortionist. No one’s shocked. You thought he’d be all ‘straight up feederism kink and suck slash squeeze on Mommy’s breasts’ all day’? That would only be one part of the picture. He’s simply the least serious sub of them all unless romantic confessions are concerned, because laughing together is the ultimate bonding experience, although bonding with handcuffs (heh) is kind of attractive on him. Even though... yes... they’re basically useless on him. You could stuff basically anything up his elastic ass and he’d have the time of his life. Experimental subs have nothing on this guy. He can be his own bondage rope, y’all. His pet play skills extend to any possible species. You punish Luffy humorously for his impatience sometimes, spanking and gripping his head between your thighs. Pain excites Luffy, spanks are playful to him. Although his age could or couldn’t play a role in this, he doesn’t take BDSM stuff as seriously as Mihawk or Trafalgar Law would. Impact toys are fascinating to use on him: You can take your frustrations out on a sub that never breaks but bends. Snuggles and aftercare love is his kind of sex, too, it just warms his heart to love you and be loved. Luffy really likes to kiss you a lot after playing. As a puppy, for instance. A sweet pup deserves his hair to be ruffled, and forehead kisses, anything that makes him blush.

law ] the pain slut final boss. This god of chains and fingering truly likes the whole shebang of provocative kink equipment galore. Spikes, harnesses, flogging and perfectly romantic dungeon furniture. Trafalgar is the kinkiest on this list by far, and no one is surprised at all. Nobody can tell him what to do! Except for you, his girl, because that’s how it works. If he walks up with some risky piercings you can place on him or he wants you to pull out some crazy hooks and suspensions and clamps and whips, that’s just another manic (and super sexy) Monday for Law. Temperature play is his favorite as of recently, and a proper anal fixation, but it has to be extreme, like everything he does. Him roleplaying as your sick patient is a staple. His boner for your doctor voice and outfit and all those medical tools you brought stays all night. Law likes to be tortured and sense-deprived, he was made for this. His unrestricted moans will have your pussy in not so literal shambles. Trafalgar Law is so masochistic, he has nothing against you electro-shocking his skinny brains out with the craziest tech machines. Or you waterboarding him into a freeze state that allows you total control over his body, since he’s a Paramecia user. He pines to get beaten up by you, fucked silly, then thrown to the ground. He wants to be exhausted, discarded, deeply humiliated, he wants to know his limit and gets off on being hurt for hours: Especially at the hand of his very attractive dominant whom he lends his life line to. Law always wants to hang there like a bag of sand when you’re done with him. He trusts you. He’d only open up and show you his real boundaries because Law knows you can gauge – and also push – him well. You don’t hesitate, because you know he’s pretty much impossible to destroy and doesn’t want some queasy consideration, and he likes that. You’re able to chill and eat takeout with him for aftercare, and not be intimidated by the intense comedown from all those unreal play scenarios. He’s not sub dropped once. No sub can outdo him, this guy is always ready to get fucked up. Law has no problem being a kink dispenser, you can do whatever the hell you like with him (even suffocating him with hugs, heh).

mihawk ] the immaculate service submissive. As hard and stern as he might seem, Mihawk is actually the most classically submissive on this list. Why? His trademark elegance prevents him from domineering his partner: Wife, ideally, because this man is not commitment-phobic. If you top him he will put a ring on it FAST. Because he knows most people quickly pigeonhole him into this hard dom image and don’t even try to look past his façade. Mihawk cooks gentlemanly, bathes you, massages you with expensive oils, and gives you all you ever wanted. You as his domme will choose his clothing for the night, or day, even. Want him to change his beard grooming or the hair? He’ll do it. He is not a diehard masochist like Law or Sanji, but damn, he’d sacrifice anything for a woman he loves and find great satisfaction in it. Mature kink is about responsibility, and that’s what Dracule does. He ain’t vampiric for no reason. Vampires ask before they come in. And blood-wise, if you get your period, he’s the one who gets the hot wraps and the luxurious teas (!) and the blankets and the herbs to make you feel much better. Fuck, he can’t stand to see you hurt. That’s why he’s not a dom. A pregnancy kink he does have, that’s his only top-like side. In his daytime brooding imaginations, he will slice up any punk who dares to touch his hypothetical pregnant wife… get chopped! Mihawk also fantasizes about helping you go about lactating, post-partum bed times, waning. Then again, that’s also an aspect of his service sub default. If you want kids or not in this chaotic world is up to you. But one thing’s for sure. Mihawk will flood you with cash ‘cause he’s a real pay pig disguised as a twilight sugar daddy.

sanji ] truly versatile. Black leg Sanji? More like sexy leg. He can be a platter-wielding service sub like Mihawk or a groaning pain slut just like Law (he fantasizes about you putting out cigarettes on his whole body…), bend himself around for your own pleasures pretty much like Luffy but without the upper body, or snuggle just like Ace. All of it will get him off, and all of it will thrill you, too. Because what genre of BDSM couldn’t this man present as chic and salacious. You want your feet and neck kissed, he’ll devour this. You want to pull his hair? To the All Blue and back. Sanji is so obsessed with his domme, he would fry himself in a human-sized oil pot if something ever happened to her. He is your human furniture and your latex fashion model and your gimp. Sanji is for the anxious attachment dommes: If you’re afraid he won’t cuddle after sex, this guy will be so glued to you, you’ll never feel lonely again. Sanji selflessly understands that even dominant women want attention, care, listening, intimacy, favors, love, affection, not just female subs. He will never betray your rules in bed, he cleans up toys, he listens to feedback: subs need spines as well. Sanji embodies that. He’s horny with a conscience. As for you, do what you want (unless it’s joining the world government), and Sanji works with that. You can choke-fuck him Trafalgar Law style and admire his hot bod, or comb his hair to tell him how proud you are of him. Cause you are. Sanji really overextends himself with all he does chronically. Sanji carries that shit. He is the most obedient sub on this list by far: You actually have to teach him to contribute and say what HE wants, too. Which, and you really had to coax it out of him, is predictably being fed food by you… it’s too cute. Or is it? Making Vinsmoke Sanji lick some cake cream from your fingers has got to be the biggest turn-on ever invented. Let’s be real, this guy invented worship.

shanks ] unpretentious rope bunny. With a lot of sub drop in the mix: Shanks is not a rough and tumble kind of bed partner. Putting his charisma aside, he’s confident in showing his dome all those sensitive and weak parts of him. And yes, let’s be shallow for a minute: Shanks looks way too good all tied up, handsome muscles on display. A ship offers enough material to work with. He wants to see how you can control his body, fixate him, pin Shanks down, expose his sweetest spots, test his sturdiness, showcase his physical beauty, and never let him go. All while finding the time and space to do this, because rope stuff is not a spontaneous discipline. It’s that psychological element that makes the redhead sub so enamored with the art of knots. If you cinch him in place, neither of you will go anywhere. That constancy and reliance is a huge green flag for Shanks who craves your full attention. All the detail you put into your patterns make him feel loved by seeing the dedicated intent… you look after every tension in the rope, all the cross-sections and angles and the skin. Bondage is knowing your partner. He wants to be studied, in a way. And slathered in ointment after, it’s so invigorating to Shanks. The tunnel vision you get while working on his shibari is so hot to this guy, the spotlight on him is actually wholesome, not just challenging or technical. That’s just beautiful. Shanks really blooms when you tie the knot: Literally. He wants to claim that his wife has him all tied up in his feels. And yes, he does cry sometimes, and you comfort those tears with Shanks in your lap.

sir crocodile ] impact play and switching. The desert is dry, but no one who knows `Mister Zero Vanilla´ intimately is… But let’s start from the beginning. Toys and furniture and all the stuff that leaves an imprint makes Croc a horny young man again. It’s too seductive not to try. A contract is in place, you both wrote down what you want to do. It’s negotiated. And it’s freaky. He underestimated your willingness to pound the shit out of him a bit, but that’s good news: He can finally feel something. Whips and chains to the balls, and a hook (surprise) up his ass to make him clench those teeth? Some frivolous kisses for your pussy lips and legs in between? Let’s go. Obviously you’re not using his hook, but a more blunt toy, although the thought of something pointy is titillating to him. Rather, your idea is to switch and see what he can do with that gold stinger – or Goldfinger, as you joke – when you back yourself up against him. As he stands, he uses the metal to wrap around your neck, holding you in place, giving it to you nice and slow from behind to warm you up like the desert, and then picks up the speed as he smokes and grunts, hurling out the praise for you, the good girl. “What a nice ass, want it spanked?” alternates with clamps on your labia or nipples, made of luxurious materials of course. The pain gets you hot, and he releases quickly. Since Croc likes it hairy, even looking at your exposed lips makes him all hungry. And then you switch again. Tired after cumming, he’s frozen in his office, so you torment him with heavy tailed whips and horrible canes, do we sense a phallic pointy theme here, and shove up an entire arsenal of vibrators in his tight ass. He begs for mercy as part of the script, it’s so hot. In the dead of the night, who would have thought the mighty Sir Crocodile is subject to some insane CBT methods with a batch of wet sand shoved into his mouth so he won’t make a sound? He’s crazy. But it’s a rush to be inside his underwater hideaway. Be careful before he’s gonna wife you up, he is a dedicated man.

smoker ] sensory stuff and vanilla. Few people can imagine him subbing, and that’s his hazy secret. He’s classy about it. “So what” style. But unlike Mihawk, wine is not involved. A woman putting out cigarettes on his body is. Cigars, if she really wants to drive him insane. Come to think of it, nobody is surprised with this at all. His smoke body doesn’t bear the burn marks, he has tons of supply at hand, and hey… Smoker sees no point in doing this on someone else in his busy schedule. That schedule involves getting his wallet drained by you, cause his marine money all blown on burn stuff is getting a bit boring now. Pay pig Smoker? That’s what he works for. Heh. Another idea you had was running ice cubes on him, which not only tingles, but remains the most effective power play of all. Why? Because the water immobilizes him partially, and you can resort to some free use all night. Used sparingly, this can go on for hours. You can ride him in reverse how you like, he won’t kiss and tell. Cigars in mouth, he coughs like a broke stove during groans, you both love that shit. He’s impressively endowed, long and straight, with stamina, a dream for any rider queen who loves to edge her play partner. Smoker, lazy as he is on the couch or bed, lets his sexy abs glisten, and you can mockingly run your hands through his hair. “Oh, somebody can’t move. Guess I’ll deprive you more…” Followed by various forms of orgasm denial, and using him as your personal stripper. Or sex doll. Ripping his clothes off is fun, and Smoker is well-built. And experienced. No bullshit. He’s confident enough to have you fill him up with booze for some heavy makeouts. No sexual stuff, he’s a gentleman, but the teasing can go far when he’s intoxicated. His oral fixation should be, let’s say, apparent without discussion, Smoker can surely fancy some boobs in his naughty mouth if you command him. He’s languidly obedient in a way. If you want to see rug burn on his back, he will lie down, alright. Um, and… upon your request… He also made you very happy on his motorcycle if you know what I mean. Smoker, the king of deep strokes and all the huffing, puffing, lady pleasing.

zoro ] needy lil’ brat. He’ll do what you want, but oh so tease you for it. Zoro could lay there with a spreader bar between his juicy gym legs and he would talk some shit. Or when you ride his thigh. Or when you run ice cubes all over him. Somebody gag this mosshead already! He actually fell asleep during a bondage session once. In his defense, he trained push-ups with Sanji beforehand. They both tried to outdo each other, so Zoro collapsed into a fairy-tale like slumber with you a little later. He was too sweet in his sleep to resent, though you repeated the rope play two days later. Zoro… is for the lenient doms out there, strictness doesn’t work. No, he doesn’t slack off, he can put his back into it. Zoro’s ambitious manner is world famous. But yeah, he shows his cute side as a sub. Don’t you worry. You can nurse him like a service domme sometimes, or a Mommy domme, it’s flexible. He really does like being taken care of, but a full-on little one he is not. It’s more about the looking after someone aspect. He devours Mommy’s hefty food, and lets himself be groped, then stroked, then petted when he’s been a bad boy. You tie his wounds, knead his back. It’s not complete dominance on your part unless you brat tame him. Zoro loves pampering and acts of service too much. The entitled brat learns his sexy lesson with riding crop whips to his muscly butt and thighs, enduring slaps and even a bit of CBT, Zoro’s most high-adrenaline kink interest. Does he own a penis pump? Yes he does. Zoro doesn’t even pretend one bit that he’s not a classy kinkster like Mihawk. Zoro likes his sex stuff real, and visceral, and frequent, and a lil’ bit trashy. If you like cum play and sweat… this is your address.

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NEW: one piece characters as porn stars hc

end note. tell me your own hcs about them in the comments, i am stoked about this topic and there is just so much to say!! i just imagine law as the freakiest guy ever he is so... and then there’s ace and shanks being all cutie pie about this lmaoo

Crocodile

When he wakes, Crocodile never puts effort into remembering his dreams. He has them, often more nightmare than dream, but he’s quick to forget them in pursuit of whatever his tasks for the day were. The day he wakes up after having a wet dream about you, he works hard to burn it into his memory, not wanting to forget even a moment of it, the sight of you and sound of your voice. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, he refused to forget it.

When he continued with his morning into the shower, he was reluctant to touch himself, it was long since beneath him. He does it anyway, panting as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile wall, working himself hard and fast until he coats the wall in cum, barely avoiding moaning your name as he did it. In that moment, his plans for the day changed to centre around you. He was going to recreate that dream if it was the last thing he did.

Mihawk

Considering how little he sleeps, Mihawk has dreams incredibly rarely. He sleeps so lightly, unable to dream in that state. Mihawk also isn’t repressed by any measure, but he doesn’t often pursue physical intimacy as he has little need to do so, and very little interest in the people around him. So, that being said, if he were to have a wet dream about you he’d be incredibly surprised. It’s been many years since he’d had any sort of wet dream, which leaves him feeling like a foolish teenager again.

That doesn’t stop him taking his cock in hand to work it lazily, visions of you flitting over his eyelids. It isn’t often he does something like that, certainly not on the open ocean where anyone could see, but he didn’t even think twice as he pushed his trousers down to have proper access. He could still hear your voice in his mind, moaning his name.

Safe to say, he rushes home.

Buggy

His sheets are already damp when he wakes up, but he isn’t embarassed no - Buggy dreams of you often, and more than once he’d woken up to find he wasn’t just leaking but he’d already cum in his sleep. He took his cock in hand to hurriedly finish himself off, hips rutting wildly upward, already beyond desperate. It doesn’t take long for him to be cumming in his pants, not having bothered to pull them down to touch himself.

After cleaning up, Buggy sets on his way to find you. Calmer, less needy, but still eager to recreate what he saw with you for real. He’s sure you won’t refuse, after all, you never had before.

Shanks

It happens to Shanks for the first time when he’s napping on the beach of an island they’d docked at to restock. He only wakes up, very rudely interrupted just as he was about to watch you cum, because some of the guys are whistling at him. He doesn’t realise why at first, until the wind changes directions and he realises his pants are damp. He’s rock hard, a small wet patch where his tip was weeping just a little. He laughed along with the guys at his own expense, and headed back to the ship to change his pants.

Naturally, on his way there, he found you and hauled you over his shoulder to take you with him because no way was he going to head back to the ship hard and dripping without fucking you within an inch of your life. Then he could change his pants.

Beckman

If there’s anyone that absolutely owns it, it’s Beck. He wakes up and takes a moment to adjust to being awake again, blinking away the sleep in his eyes before he simply throws his legs over the side of the bed to get up and find you. He doesn’t waste time touching himself, or anything else, just finds the source of all his issues. Your moans still ring in his ears as he roams the ship, flashes of images of you in various places on his travels. He’s bent you over just about every surface on the ship in real life, as well as his dreams.

It doesn’t happen infrequently, Beck snatching you up while you’re in the middle of a task to have his filthy way with you, but after he’s had a wet dream about you he’s particularly rough. He’ll bend you over the first surface he can find that’s semi-private and pound you until he’s happy. Of course, he won’t neglect your needs - he’s a considerate lover.

Hongo

Unlike most of his crew, Hongo is more patient. He’ll let his desire subside, and get on with his day as intended. He has an important job as crew doctor after all. But, once the sun begins to set and he’s done for the day, Hongo starts his plan. He sets up everything he needs to recreate the dream he had, then spends dinner whispering it in your ear, just a little bit at a time. Driving you both wild, knowing what was coming once the meal was over. He spares no detail, uncaring of who overhears, though most crew members know better than to listen in on what he whispers to you by now.