Hi ! I’m Doot. This is my One Piece Writing Blog. Here is a little bit about me:
I am a 20 year old college student who loves to write. My favorite character in One Piece is Admiral Ryokugyu! My favorite people to write for are the Marines. My favorite color is Pink, and my favorite Animals are Otters and Snow Leopards. This and my SFW Blog are my very first writing blogs ever, so I would love help with writing or suggestions <3
WONT ❌
Underage Relationships (I will write age gaps if the character is over 18, I will not age a character up)
Rape/Non Con
Omega-verse
Kinks involving bodily fluid (Scat, Urine, etc..)
Feet
Age Play
Orgies/Gang Bangs
Non Human Intercourse (Ex., Skeleton Brook, Chopper, Pedro etc..)
Vore
Will ✅
Anything that isn’t in the WONT ❌ section, just make a request !
WONT ❌
❌Non Marines
❌ Non Human Characters (Chopper, Brook, Pedro, Arlong..etc)
WILL ✅
✅ Marines (Admirals strongly encouraged <3)
THIS IS A MARINE ONLY BLOG.
I will have these specific selections to read from:
Drabbles
NSFW Alphabets
Short Stories
Imagines
Thank you for being here and supporting me <3 If you have any questions please feel free to ask, this is a safe space <3
Going to the office while they're working to drop off some lunch. Faux innocence on your face as you wear your tightest dress to visit. Nothing short or obvious of your tricks, something long with no pattern, just all shape. Curves on display for all eyes that you walk by until you stop in front of him.
Big smile on your face as you hand over the lunch but he knows. They see the game you're playing and they're going to indulge.
Dragging you away to the bathroom for a quick 'word' but all that could be heard is your choked moans. Large palm over your mouth and their suit tie holding your arms behind your back. Cock drilling into your wet cunt at a force that took your breath away.
"Naughty girl coming to me dressed like this."
Your ass rippling as he thrust roughly from behind, your wetness dripping down your thighs and splashing back on him. "Look at you making such a mess of my suit. How am I supposed to go back to work huh?" They ask spanking your ass roughly. The sound reverberating off the walls making you cry out behind his large hand that you loved.
You loved his attention, craved it. Needed his power to wash over you, to mark you. Own you
"Listen little girl. When I'm back home I'll make sure you won't be able to leave the house for a couple days. Understood?"
Moving his hand down to your throat making you whine. The sound higher than you expected and you flushed with embarrassment. He always got you so desperate. Never one to beg until he came along.
"Yes! Yes sir! I'm so sorry! Such a naughty girl! Please punish me for being so rude. I- it won't happen again!"
Innocent looking church girl who goes absolutely cock crazy when he sits down spreading his leg and patting his thigh. Beckoning you to follow and listen without question knowing your reward will always be a pleasurable gift after his of course.
"Come here princess."
"Crawl to your father like a good girl."
"You look so beautiful on your hands and knees."
"This is how sweet girls should greet their fathers when he comes home."
"So pretty down there. Are you ready for my cock baby?"
"Open up wide for me."
"Ahh- little more- there we go baby."
"Don't worry if you make a mess pretty girl that's how you're supposed to look."
The sweet sounding whimpers they give as you suck them dry. Hands cupping their balls, face covered in cum, drool and smeared makeup. Throat sore just to bask in the beauty of their broken songs and praise. Hips shaking and trembling as their hands weave in your hair. Begging pleading for more of your slick wonderful mouth. 🤤
The sometimes lazy lovers that got one arm behind the head as the other has a firm hold on your hip. Feet planted on the bed as they buck their hips up. Dick so big it hits all those good spots without trying to hard. They’ll taunt you and tease you for being so weak and wobbly even though they’re fucking you to oblivion. Spanking your ass till your moving your hips like your dancing in the club.
“Pretty thing move a bit more for me, yeah? I know you can”
“You don’t need me doin all this work when your hips move just fine baby.”
“Lil dancer knows how to move them hips- fuck just like that baby. Dance on my cock.”
Spanking you and making you turn around so they can watch your ass ripple. Skin slapping as your juices splash back into their face. Their greedy tongue hanging out to catch whatever drops of your honey they can. As they hold you in both hands now.
“Fuck your soaked!”
“Cunt’s so wet for me!”
“Shit darling your making a mess.”
They’ll flip you over easily till your pressed in the mattress. Ass so far up you’re practically hovering off the bed in their grasp. They fuck you hard. Your wet cunt to mesmerizing to just sit back and watch. No a pussy dripping like the ocean deserves a ship that’s willing to ride. So fucking you silly becomes the new goal. Drool dripping out of your mouth with each snap of their hips into your wetness.
“Sloppy little pussy leaking all over my cock like a damn facet.”
“Can’t have a cunt like this cumming once. Shit gotta feel you cum again.”
“Don’t chu run from this dick baby, I’m just helping you out.”
“Let me take over.”
“Fuck there we go baby.”
“Take all this cum.”
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@icy-spicy who else you think lol you better at tags 🤣🤣🤣😂 your shits be hilarious
Hi girl, I wasn't sure if I should ask you this question, but as the old saying goes, "there's no harm in trying." I was wondering if, like your content (which I really like and enjoyed reading) you could write about... *cough*... Vore!
Sorry for my terrible English
No thank you, vore kind of makes me queasy and it is a major turn off for me.
Hi guys, I will ONLY be writing for Marines in One Piece now. It’s difficult for me to feel creative with the other characters because I don’t like them as much as I do the Marines. I’m sorry, but there are AMAZING writers who write for everyone, I would just prefer to be a Marines only blog.
@honeysworld-offanfiction is an amazing blog you should all follow <3 she does all sorts of characters and has all kinds of events.
Hi Honey!! Ok fine you twisted my arm, I’ll submit another pet names ask🫣 Can you please do one for Corazon and “mi corazon”?😭 If he called me that I would melt 💖 I’m so excited to see what you come up with! Thanks as always and I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday season so far!☃️❤️
Mi Corazon
* Doing well! Decorating trying to shop for the munchkin etc lol it’s a wild year! But I hope you’re doing fantastic sorry this took forever I have no Wi-Fi and the shortest data known to human existence *
Warnings: vaginal penetration! Cowgirl! Praise kink! Dirty talk?! Belly bulge! Big dick Rosi!
“That’s it mi corazon ~ just like that baby.” Cora moaned with his head resting back against the couch. His cock stretching you apart with every slight drop of your hips. “Ugh- so good~ You have such a perfect pussy mi corazon, don’t stop.”
You bounced on his cock at a slow gentle pace to not hurt yourself. The tip of his long cock poking out your belly made his eyes roll into his skull. “Why are you so beautiful? I don’t deserve you-ahh nngh- yes~! Please mi corazon~ please don’t stop I’m gonna cum.”
His large hands coming to hold into your hips that shook above him. Body trembling from the pleasure and exhaustion of taking such an endowed man. “I love you so much, mi Corazon you have no clue.” He pants before painting your insides white with his love.
Loved Marine Monday so much so why not amp it up for Christmas Time and do it everyday! 😍🎄
Pick 1 Marine + Kink and/or Prompt!
*Some of these sound angsty they are not these are strictly kink/ or slight angst BUT with a happy ending only!*
*All green prompts are new for the holidays*
🎄 Prompts 🎄
“Don’t you miss me?”
“Can’t I keep you some company?”
“Look at me!”
“So good to me.”
“I thought I’d never find you.”
“I’m home ~”
“Need a hand?”
“Marry me?”
“I know you can do it baby.”
“I waited so long for this.”
“I need you so bad.”
“Feels so good.”
“Harder?”
“You disobeyed me!”
“How dare you!”
“Get on your knees.”
“Suck my cock.”
“Suck my dick!” (Totally different scenarios lol)
“Don’t choke.”
“Choke on it.”
“That’s it (pet name/Your name)”
“Looking so perfect all wrapped up for me.”
“Will you join me?”
“Is it okay to kiss you?”
“You got this for me?”
“Staying late?”
“No where else to be?”
“No where for the holidays either I see.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Got it just for you.”
“Thought you said I could have whatever I wanted?”
“I’m your gift.”
Honey is amazing, and deserves so so so much!! Help her out 🩷🩷🩷 she puts out so much amazing work, and is always taking time out of her day to make amazing content
Saw the marine madness post so I come to ask for Fujitora with "You got this for me?"
I've got it bad bad for him I swear.
Marine Madness
Warnings: vaginal penetration! Soft love making! Praise Kink!
* sorry took forever I have no Wi-Fi so I can only post randomly*
Fujitora x Fem Reader
“You got this for me?” That’s all he had managed to get out before his hands were on you. Pulling at your clothes and bending you over the plush velvet couch. The sounds of your moans mixed with the crackling wood that burned in the stone fireplace.
You found him a new cane sword, one forged in Wano by the best of the best. It cost so much he could tell and Fujitora knew he needed to show you his appreciation. But a gift like this needed extra love and care. No gift he gave in return could be better than the feeling of his thick cock filling your insides.
“My darling you have no idea how thankful I am. No words my love. Truly no words can express my gratitude.” Issho says through deep thrusts into your sweet spot. Moans and screams leaving you as he kissed along the backs of your shoulders.
“I can only show you through actions the joy you’ve brought me.” Lips gliding along your skin, heating up wherever they touched. “The gift was amazing but you are even better.”
I just wanted to tell everyone I’m sorry for not being active, I haven’t updated my SFW Blog in months and it feels so hard to write with finals and being put on a new anxiety medication.
I’m honestly taking this really hard, I hate not being able to put out content. I wish I was more creative or productive as some creators, so please bear with me. I know I haven’t been the most active and I’m sorry, I promise to start working on content, I’m just in a mental slump again with all of these medication trials
- ☆ - Aokiji x Reader
- ☆ - WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+
- ☆ - 4.5 k
- ☆ - tags: ♧ fem!reader ♧ post-time skip ♧ phone sex ♧ dirty talk ♧ praise kink ♧ size kink ♧ use of toys ♧ lowkey soft dom!aokiji ♧ mutual masturbation ♧ established relationship ♧
- ☆ - a/n: ♧ wrote this literally months ago, very self-indulgent and messy. but thought to share cause its been forever eva since I posted :3 ♧ never had a beta, we die like Ace fools ♧
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.
Honey!! If you’re doing Marine Monday may I plllleeaaasse have my daddy Aramaki with your choice of prompt? ~ ;) love ya!!!!
Mouth Full~
Aramaki
Sorry it’s late lovely 😩🫶🏼🩷
Warnings: choking! Gagging! Spit kink! Blowjob! Under the desk!
“Don’t choke.” He grins with pride knowing damn well you’ve been choking for the pass couple minutes. Girth stretching your mouth wide with tears in your pretty eyes that pleas up at him.
Hand on your head forcing more down your throat as you gagged around him. Throat tight and warm as you swallowed his cock making him breath heavily, hand massaging his balls. He groaned with his head back loving whenever you came over for a quick drink of his milk.
“Fuck just like that baby. Wanna see you drink every last drop then Ima bend you over my desk and eat the hell outta ya.” His deep voice sending tingles to your cunt, words holding promise that you couldn’t wait to see. “Open up wide and lemme see it all princess.” His words spoken through grit teeth as he shallowly thrust into your throat.
Fucking the ropes of cum that shot out, painting the inside of your throat white lovingly. “Pretty baby sucking me off under my desk. Fuuuuuck~” Aramaki had the raspiest voice as he rode out his high, feeling you swallow his seed sloppily.
Pulling of of him with a loud pop, you kissed along his softening cock before looking at him. Tongue sticking out to show your clean mouth minus the little drop that spilled. His calloused thumb coming to your face to swipe it into your mouth with a hum. “Choking on my cock is a good look for you baby.”
