𐦍 mwahaha! let me present to you my kinktober list. it's going to be my very first kinktober... actually, my very first writing challenge ever, and yeah, it’s a little scary! but i’m so so excited to dive in. i tried to balance it with some soft os, a little aftercare here and there before our hearts (and thighs) go absolutely wild. i’ll try to post every single day, but if i don’t … well, self-care first! and we’ll finish in style with doffy (my love). soft, hard, messy smut… i’m planning to do it all. i hope we’ll all have so much fun together!
day 1 𔓘 first time raw — SANJI
day 2 𔓘 outdoor sex — ACE
day 3 𔓘 grinding — USOPP
day 4 𔓘 first time — KOBY
day 5 𔓘 use of DF, nipple play — KID
day 6 𔓘 fucking you back to sleep, (kinda) somno — LAW
day 7 𔓘 phone sex, long distance — SABO
day 8 𔓘 use of DF, public tease, under the table — ROBIN
Court jester Dick Grayson fucks you after a boring royal dinner.
Dick Grayson x Princess reader
"Mmm, you're so tight princess," Drawled the man on top of you, sliding his thick, hard cock into your dripping wet entrance.
You bit your lip and hid your face in the crook of his neck to suppress a moan as he thrust into you slow and deep. You felt his cock throb inside of you as it stretched your tight little pussy.
When you had finally gotton to your room tonight after a boring dinner with some nobility from another kingdom, you found none other than the court jester, and your secret lover waiting for you on your bed. He wasted no time ripping your dress off and throwing you on the bed, depraved of your touch and completely ready to ruin you.
"Mhm- fuck, I really hated th-that perverted adviser staring at you-augh-li-like you were so-some piece of meat," He groaned into your hair, his pace steady but every thrust hitting impossibly deep.
Naturally, being your family's royal jester, Dick had to be at the dinner to entertain everyone, though this time he didn't do many of his acrobatic tricks. He mostly made crude jokes about the visiting kingdom-it makes sense why now.
Your toes curled and nails dug into his back, leaving red scratches. "Augh, Di-dick, its too deep," You cried, closing your eyes and turning your head away from him.
"Shhh-you're o-aauhh-you're okay, you can take it," He cooed, quickening his pace.
You arched your back as your eyes rolled in your head, "Pl-please," You cried, your mind already in a daze.
Dick chuckled as his cock drilled into your tight little hole, "Please what Princess?" He asked, kissing up your neck and jaw, "It hasn't even been five minutes. Don't tell me you're cock drunk already," He breathed, sweat forming on his temples.
Your hips involuntarily rolled to meet his, matching his pace, the pleasure of his cockhead hitting that perfect spot inside you and the pain of the stretch of his giant cock you'd never get used to tearing you apart.
"Pl-please, aaugh, pleeease-g-go harder," You squealed.
He moved up and sat on his knees, "Anything for you, Your Majesty" His hands gripped your hips roughly and he pulled his cock back so only the tip was inside your leaking cunt, and without warning he slammed his length in fully-hard.
Your eyes widened and you let out an obscene moan. Dick tried and failed to hold in a moan as his posture faltered slightly, his body overcome with pleasure.
You gripped his wrists hard, breathing deeply. He stayed there for a moment, not moving, still sheathed inside you, both of your chests rising and falling.
"God, I missed being inside you so much," He groaned, before he suddenly started thrusting inside you again.
His pace was relentless and brutal. With each hard thrust his cock beautifully hit that sweet spot inside your gummy walls that made you grip the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, the headboard knocking against the wall. Thank goodness it was just your bathroom on the other side.
You arched your back deeper as he thrust into you, neither of you able to form words-him too focused on making you cum, and your own mind gone blank with how good his cock was drilling into you.
One of his hands moved from your hip and grabbed your breast, squeezing. Tears slipped down your face from the pleasure coiling in your gut and the hard grasp of his hand on you soft breast.
He groaned and pinched your nipple before smoothing over it with his thumb-easing the sting. A different kind of pleasure overtook your body each time his finger brushed over your nipple, each stroke of his thumb in tune with the pace of his cock inside you.
"AUGH-" You cried-loud-really loud.
"Shush" He said harshly, his hand on your nipple moving to your neck, and his hand on your hip moving to cover your mouth.
He squeezed your throat lightly, "Fu-fuck-you want someone to hear us princess? Hm? Wanna get caught? The kingdoms perfect little princess getting fucked to tears like the little closet whore she is?" He moaned, thrusting into you impossibly harder. "Fuck-ha-haah." He was getting sloppy now, his thrusts haphazard as he chased his high.
"Diiicckk" You whined under his palm, tears still dropping from your eyes, "I-Im close," You whimpered.
"That's it, atta girl. You wanna cum, princess? Cmon, come all over my cock." He mused, both of his hands around your throat now, tightening his grip.
You nodded your head weakly, unable to even mumble a response.
He moved his right hand and his thumb found your clit. You squirmed at the sensation. The coil in your stomach snapped immediately. With a light flick of his thumb over your sensitive nub you came hard on his cock, your walls clamping impossibly tighter around his massive length.
Your juices coated his cock and mixed with your slick made a mess between you. The erotic juices squirting all over his lower stomach and dripping down his balls, your slick running down your pussy that was still stuffed with his cock and ruining your expensive silk sheets.
Before you could let out a scream his hand covered your mouth again, "Shh. Now be good and help me cum, princess." He groaned on top of you, "Fuuck-ye-yea squeeze me just like that".
Your walls fluttered around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. He kept thrusting into you brutally, your squeals and moans of overstimulation muffled under his palm as he kept thrusting into you.
"Haah-i-itss too muuuch," You cried, unintentionally squeezing his cock and pulling him deeper into you.
"Fu-fuck, Im-im so close princess-ah-sh-shit-o-ohh-im cumming. Fuck." He wrapped his arms around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck, sloppily thrusting into your leaking, dripping cunt, "Im cumming-mmm-im cumming, im cumming, im cumming," He whimpered as he finally shot his seed into you.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt the hot ropes of cum fill your pussy up. You could feel your mixed arousal dripping down your used folds and onto the sheets.
He lay on top of you breathing heavily, with his cock still buried deep inside you. Your shaky hands found his hair and tangled in the black locks.
He moved slightly and began kissing up your neck, “That was amazing,” He mumbled against your throat.
You pulled his head up and pulled his lips to yours, catching him in a sweet kiss. He kissed you gently, the contrast compared to how he fucked you just a few moments prior obvious.
You pulled back from the kiss and brushed his hair out of his face, “Can w-“
*KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK*
Quick raps on your door made you both freeze.
“Princess are you alright in there?” Came a concerned female voice. It was your first lady in waiting.
“I’m fine! Juts stubbed my toe,” You called out from the bed, Dick still resting on top of you.
“Do you need assistance Your Highness?” She asked.
“I’m fine, go on to bed,” You replied, hoping it’d be enough to get rid of her. Seemingly it was because you heard quiet footsteps retreating down the hallway.
You let out a quiet breath and melted into the bed.
“Told you to be quiet,” Grinned Dick on top of you.
You slapped his chest playfully and then pulled him close to you, “It’s worth getting caught every time,” You sigh.
This is NOT proofread, don’t crucify me.
Jester Dih Grayson is REAL. He didn’t spend all that time in the circus for nothing! Imagine that backstory is cannon to this too.
Jester Dih would’ve ate in Dark Knights of Steel like hello, it’s perfect.
A/n: Damn you really don’t… Following my dreams! ❤️ ✨❤️ ✨ This might as well be a DC writer’s right of passage lol. That being said. Boy is this filthy 👉👈
Tags: pwp, car fucking, sex pollen, dubcon (kinda the name of the game here), fingering, tit-sucking, doggy, missionary, pining, coworkers-to-lovers, reader has the titty-pussy combo, dead dove: do not eat
Tim had thought long and hard about how your first time was going to go. Hell, his most popular midnight fantasy was finally getting you alone, seeing what was underneath that armor of yours, drinking in your touch, skin to skin. Maybe it would happen in the showers, fast and hard, where you just couldn't wait to get a piece of each other. Maybe it would happen in his bed, soft and slow, rose petals and candles to set the mood. But.
Speaking of things that were long and hard.
Painfully, painfully hard.
It looks like your first time is going to happen in the nearest safehouse, on whatever surface you find first. A couch, a table, maybe even just against the door as soon as it was shut.
Fast and hard it is, then.
Tim could hear you panting in the seat next to him, eyes unfocused. Thankfully, this was far from the worst condition he's ever driven in. At least he's not actively bleeding out right now. But with the way his heart was pounding in his chest, and the dizziness swimming in his head, he might as well be.
In the morning, he was going to feel really, immensely, guilty about this.
You were the new kid on the team. You hadn't even been on long enough to receive the infamous 'Annual Sex Pollen Release Form' (ba dum tiss). So he had no way of knowing who you would've even wanted to call for this, let alone if his name graced the top ten list of people you gave permission to fuck you in case of emergency.
You were just doing this because you happened to be next to each other when Posion Ivy dusted you. You both needed a quick fuck, and behold, there you both were, single and ready to mingle your genes in order to Not Die.
That's all that was happening here. You need each other...
That could be romantic, right? It's almost like tearing off each other's clothes to fuck in the shower after a fight, in a way. It's still being fueled by an all-encapsulating want, it's just an artificial all-encapsulating want.
That's-- Tim is going to have to be okay with that.
His feelings don't matter right now. Because you are in grave danger, so he has to put everything else aside to save you. He loves you, so he isn't going to let you get hurt any more by, *checks notes*, Not having sex with you? What, is he crazy?
Who knows what's even going on in the streets right now in Ivy's wake. Tim doesn't even care. That can be a Bruce problem now.
You were squirming in your seat. Uncomfortable, obviously.
"It's okay, baby, I'm going as fast as I can," Tim coed, taking a hand off the steering wheel to pat your thigh, "We'll be there in just a couple more minutes, tops,"
In any other moment he would be mortified that he said something like that out loud to you. But in this moment? He watched you nod to him, then grab the hand he had on your thigh and move it to your crotch.
Breath hitching, he tentatively groped, and your hips bucked against his palm to relieve some tension. Suddenly, in that moment, Tim's destination became the very next alleyway he saw, instead of some far-away safehouse. Well, a mile isn't exactly far-away, per say, but it was way farther than he could take right now.
Thankfully, the lucky alleyway was both dark and empty as his brakes screeched to a stop.
"Tim," you murmured, disoriented by the surroundings, “Is thi— This isn't—”
Tim put the car in park, starting to press a sequence of buttons to put it in lockdown, that, among other things, blacked out the windows.
"Get in the back,"
You frantically looked around, searching for civilians, "Here?"
Tim got out of his seat. Nothing if not a gentlemen, he quickly made his way around to open your door.
"Here." he answered, holding out a hand to help you outside.
You took his hand and Tim wished with every fiber of his being you weren't both wearing gloves. Your hands were shaking as you held onto him so gingerly, so trusting.
Tim used those hands you had freely given him to tether you to him as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. More aggressive than he would’ve liked your first kiss to be, but you melted into it anyway. He wished he had time to savor that.
Instead, he shoved you into the back seat.
—
You landed on your hands and knees, dizzy and drunk on pollen. You froze, trying to orient yourself, ears barely registering the sound of doors being locked and zippers being unzipped.
You don’t know when your pants disappeared, but suddenly fingers were being thrust into your cunt, the sending off sparks in their wake. He was obviously more stretching you than fingering you, but god, Tim was so good at this. Between whimpers, you were in just right of a mind to thank him for taking off his gloves beforehand. Who knows what kinda stuff could’ve been on the leather. Probably even more pollen…
You were getting the feeling that this wasn’t Tim’s first sex pollen rodeo. A kind of smoldering set off in your gut at the notion, but you weren’t sure if that was excitement or jealousy.
—
You were so wet it was obscene. Well, obviously, of course. But the pure sound of his fingers squelching in your cunt as he scissored you open made Tim’s errection throb like nothing else. And those tiny little mewls that came out of your mouth, begging him not to stop? Oh, you’re killing him, Y/n.
Thankfully, there was no chance of him actually ripping any of his or your clothes. Special bat-kevlar fabric and all that. So he could pull his pants down to his knees as aggressively as his frantic mind wanted.
He needed to be inside you yesterday. Hell, Tim’s needed to be inside you for months now.
His tip only met the slightest of resistance before your greedy cunt swallowed him whole. Tim didn’t know if it was the feeling, the noise, or the sight itself that made him whine like a pornstar, but it was definitely something. Maybe all three.
You clenched around him, getting used to the intrusion, and Tim almost bit a hole through his lip. He pushed himself in deeper until his pelvis was flush with your ass cheeks. There’s still a little left, he could go deeper, if he turned you around in a different position—
Your thighs trembled, probably the pollen in your system, and Tim remembered how he got here.
“Tim?”
He put his hands under your hips, “Y/n?”
“Tim—I—“ you struggled to find the words, “Please??”
“Please what?” god he was an asshole and he was going to feel so guilty about this in the morning but he just needed to hear you a little more and—
“Please… take me?”
He froze. Now Tim had expected a ‘fuck me’ or a simple ‘move’ but not a ‘take me’… that.. that implied a sense of possession.
“Take?” he heard himself say dumbly.
You nodded, tears welling in your eyes, “please. Take what you need, Tim,”
Tim’s blood felt like it was on fire. Gasoline running through his veins and you were the match.
Those were dangerous words to say to someone who loved like he did, white hot, intense.
Maybe he wasn’t as resistant to that pollen as he thought, because it was like he blinked and suddenly he was pounding away at you, humping and humping like some kind of dog. Suppose they call this doggy style for a reason.
It was like there was nothing else in the world but the feeling of his length slipping in and out of your velvet cunt. You were so tight, like you were made for him specifically. Before he even knew it, you were spasming around his dick and he was spilling his seed in you, but it wasn’t enough. He was harder than ever, a feral animal with one purpose, rutting his hips into your tight heat.
Tim pressed his chest into your back, holding your hips to his in a vice grip. You’d probably have finger shaped bruises there tomorrow. He pressed kisses to your shoulders, but it was hard to focus on anything but the feeling of your sloppy wet cunt around his throbbing cock. There was nothing else but this. Just you you you.
You clenched around his cock and Tim realized he was forgetting something pretty important. He reached down and pet your clit, and judging by the volume of the moan you gave him in return, you liked the feeling quite a bit.
You groaned his name, pressing your back into his chest as he continued to draw circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I know, baby,” he kissed the area of your shoulders his face was pressed into, wishing it was your bare skin instead of rough kevlar, “I’m sorry…”
“Ti-Tim,” was all the warning he got before your were coming on his cock again.
He sucked air through his teeth, helping you ride it out. The feeling of you squeezing him was as heavenly as it was the first time. More. He needed more.
—
Your head swam as Tim picked you up and turned you around. You helped him take your shirt off in a daze, before tumbling down while he removed his own. Well he is all about justice, you guess. Your back now against the leather seats, your breasts presented themselves to him nicely as you chest heaved to catch your breath. He pressed a reverent kiss to the valley between them. As reverent as he could while fucking you in the back seat of his car.
You watched him through your eyelashes. That one kiss turned into him peppering your chest, and soon he was sucking on your nipple, back to slamming his hips into yours. You were way too sensitive for the way Tim’s tongue swirled and especially for the nipping. You carded a hand through his hair, pulling on the locks, and Tim moaned. Feeling the vibration of it on your nipple, this was starting to be a little too much.
If overstimulation’s starting to set in, then the pollen’s probably close to working its way out of your system. Which is good, that means you can stop fucking your coworker in his car and go back to work. Hopefully Ivy didn’t destroy half the city in your absence and the boss won’t be too mad.
But it’s also bad because, well, maybe you don’t want your hot coworker to stop fucking you in his car? You’re not going to pretend like you haven’t been down bad since day one.
You tried getting Tim off your boob again and he just moved to the other. Frustratingly, he reached down to start thumbing at your clit again too, and it was all so, so much.
Well. Looks like the pollen is still running through him. Guess you’ll be here a little while longer, at least.
—
Tim’s pretty sure he got rid of the pollen in that last orgasm. He just really doesn’t want this to end right now. Besides, you said to take what he needed, right? What he needs is you, pliant and trapped underneath him.
Detaching from your breast with a trail of spit, he took in your fucked-out expression. Honesty, he should’ve had you in this position from the start, thinking of all the faces he missed. He needed to see your orgasm-face. Yeah. Just a little more, and he’ll get to see it this time…
“Tell me when you’re close, okay?” he rasped in your ear.
“mmph,” was all the answer you could mister as he dragged his teeth down your neck.
He found the spot he was looking for and nipped. You dug your fingernails into his back as you winced, and Tim licked the fresh new teethmarks as an apology before once again pressing his teeth into your skin. He hopes he’s made a mark.
He doesn’t know how much you’ll remember about this, with your pollen-fever addled mind, but he wants you to. So badly.
Tim slowed down a moment to give you a few hard thrusts. Sliding out slow and sweet but then aggressively slamming himself back in with his hand pressed down on your stomach so you really felt him inside you. It was probably a tad bit painful to you, hitting your cervix like that, but he wanted to force you to focus on him, in case your mind somehow wandered while the rhythm got predictable. And watching your face contort as he did it, he’s sure he achieved his goal.
Call him a pervert, but he wants you to not be able to look at him without remembering the way his cock split you open and how his sperm ran down your thighs. He wants you to start avoiding eye contact across the war table lest you remember how those baby-blues of his looked blown out and half-lidded. He wants you beet red every time he’s in your presence.
And he wants you to want more.
Because right now? All his brain can say is more more more.
“Tim?”
He grinned against the crook of your neck.
“Close…”
He begrudgingly pulled his face out of your shoulder, looking at you like someone who knew something you didn’t.
“What?”
His smile widened, “You’re so pretty right now,”
Keeping the hand pressed on your stomach, he picked up his pace again, “and you’re about to be even prettier,”
You didn’t really know what to make of his words, you just whined, your own failing you right now. You swore he was finding hidden spots within you that no one’s even found before. His every stroke was searing, electric.
Your face screwed up as white hot pleasure took over your senses.
“That’s it. Picture perfect…” he whispered.
He’ll have that image burned into his mind for eternity. Don’t worry, he’ll put it to good use. Like now, as he’s thrusting into you like a dog in heat again.
“Just what I—“ he huffed, “Needed…”
Tim came inside you again, filling you with more of him. He stilled, panting as he hovered over you, but not pulling out. He needed it to stay inside you this time.
You arched your back, and he met you halfway in a kiss. Your lips danced over his so sweetly, to the point that if he didn’t know better, he would almost say that this kiss was. Real…
He pulled back, searching for something. You just closed your eyes, leaning in to rest your forehead on his.
“Can we just stay here a moment?” you asked as you tugged on his body, coaxing him closer.
“…Yeah,” Tim lowered himself carefully, still not quite believing that this was still happening.
The pollen had to be out of your system by now. And the way your hands explored the expanse his back, so gently? Not needy, not feeling him up, just, feeling him, like you were just happy he was there in your arms?
…This— This was real.
He eventually found himself with his head resting on your chest, your fingers running through his hair like he belonged to you. It was so… comforting? Is the word maybe? He often longs to be held, but he’s never really prepared for just how good feels in real life. Like coming home after a long day.
And he was getting really… sleepy…
“Tim?”
“Mmm?”
“You better take me somewhere nice tomorrow,”
“Mmmhmm,” he nuzzled into your breast, “the nicest date…”
“Not a garden, though, okay?” you joked.
He giggled on your chest, half asleep, “No garden,” he slurred.
In the morning, he was going to spoil you. You were so warm and safe and he’ll bring you the stars if you just keep holding him like this. Your heartbeat was so steady under his ear. And you were so… warm…
—
It was sometime in the afternoon when you two finally woke up, still tangled in each other. Not that you could tell, the blacked out windows did a pretty good job of keeping out the sunlight. And the judgmental stares of onlooking passers-by.
Taking off your clothes in a frenzy in the back seat of Tim’s car? Easy. Getting them back on? Hard, apparently. And kinda gross when you were covered in sticky sweat and even stickier cum.
Good thing that safehouse was nearby. You both needed a good shower and some casual civilian clothes, asap.
You expected a barrage of messages on your communicator, but oddly, there wasn’t. Almost like no one even expected you or Tim to make it back last night.
Shit.
If you and Tim become a couple now, after disappearing during a Poison Ivy attack, everybody was gonna know. And they were gonna talk too. Goddd. This was gonna make interacting with not just Bats, but everyone close to them, mortifying for the foreseeable future. There goes your respectable JLA image. There’s no way you’re gonna live this down.
But whatever. He’s holding your stupid hand in the stupid coffee shop, so you suppose all’s right with the world.
Needless to say, Tim is sending Ivy an entire haul of gifts for her birthday this year. Maybe he’ll buy her a fancy greenhouse to breed rare plants in. As long as they aren’t carnivorous… (they’re gonna be carnivorous)
⛓️ ONE PIECE characters as porn stars | 18+ hcs ❤️🔥
⇢ aka their role in the industry and what they specialize in 🎬
🌶️ READ IT ON AO3🌶️
↳ all hcs focused on how they make videos & interact with co-stars / their audience 🔥
🍓 FEATURED CHARACTERS. ace, boa, buggy, luffy, law, nami, shanks, sanji, sir crocodile, robin, usopp, zoro (+ short mihawk and bon clay cameos 🎉)
word count. // around 1k each it’s a whole masterpost. no ai used.
↳ [ // NOTE. ] the banner is from jeff ward on set so i imagined it like a behind the scenes preparation moment 😭🥵 i did partially write this with the OPLA actors in mind and it has a modern au feel to it; ace, boa, law & bon are included as bonus fan favorites. TIP: go to sanji’s hc if you want to read zoro’s and vice versa (they are industry rivals lmao of course!) ps: thank you to @fadedgemstone for giving me an idea for nami’s segment!
WARNINGS. rated r throughout, smut headcanons, explicit language, more nsfw details/bullet points than plot, foot fetish, mommy kink, poly mentions, femdom themes, positions, porn categories, d/s dynamics, mdni
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💋 BUGGY
· If anybody ever stages a massive gangbang featuring the strawhats in full action, it’d be him… Anyway.
· Barely does any „boy-girl and no one else“ scenes. He always has a full house. Most he hosted for a scene were literally 200+ people. And no one left the set unfucked. He’s kind of like a debaucherous Roman emperor in this thing. The set was a giant ferris wheel.
· Let’s say people love the Buggy experience. Many industry novices apply for his company just because of him. His viewership is sizable, too, even if he’s extremely niche in what he does.
· Exhibitionism and humiliation BDSM is pretty big here. He satisfies and submissive co-stars that want to be in the center of attention. The barrage of insults people throw at each other during those huge orgies is almost cathartic in its anger release.
· His vision of sex is the most pirate-y. It’s kind of like Whiskey Peak full steam ahead if you want a feeling that’s conveyed in his videos. Except he’s more innovative than just using empty taverns for a shoot. And yes, he’s a director as well. Obviously, pretty much.
· His sets are among the most LGBT-friendly and inclusive in the biz. Gay means happy and colorful after all, and Buggy wants a gay damn life. Whether it’s him getting his brains banged out by two tops at once or three girls making out on a circus trampoline, he has it all. Buggy only discriminates against idiots that hate fun and people who think outside the box.
· Favorite toy: Clamps. A seemingly little inconvenience that can grow into some major pain spikes. He pins those on everybody he works with, around the chest area the most of course.
· Elastic ropes and zippers in places where there’s usually no access… all those lil details. Props are key in the circus.
· Big on being the recipient of anal stuff. Rimming is a good morning activity for him.
· Heavy on the kink content. Fucking machines, bound and gagged style roleplay, whipping with a hundred tails. Shackles everywhere, and amusement park gadgets.
· Knowing how formulaic porn can be, how doing more relentlessly sadistic stuff hoping for clicks usually is a bottomless pit of desensitizing overwhelm – if you want pain, you turn on the news, everyone is used to a new terrible standard - and how dissatisfied many people watching it are, he offers something new every time instead of playing it safe. „Creative sets first, kink second!“
· He wants to create intrigue before he buys yet another sex swing (he owns ten). It’s about purpose. This clown wants actual fucking fun, not a grey sterile set with perfect lighting.
· Fun with four bikini girls in a photo booth or inside a theater’s popcorn making counter. Orgy at an aquarium. Or the ball pit. Handjobs on a gyro drop he rented out. Marshmallow factory gangbang. Using a cruise ship for the biggest spring break sex party ever recorded. Techno club turned into a bisexual wet t-shirt contest. Hiring a k-pop group. Fucking a team of gymnasts to make new friends. All that stuff.
· Halloween is every day! Buggy is the Willy Wonka of porn. He licks chocolate melting off of any supple ass he can get, no matter who it belongs to. Who’s naughtier? Even Eustass Kid looks like a beginner next to this guy. Buggy enters the screen of his videos like I’m gonna swing from the chandeli-hiiieer!
· Buggy takes five hours to get his acrylic nails, outfit – multiple harnesses are his favorite - and makeup done. And his hairstyle, which includes extensions, faux ponytails, braided rainbow threads, high buns, and punk spikes with lots of gel and hairspray.
· He experiments with full drag-inspired beats lately. Huge double winged eye liners, false lashes on top of non-waterproof mascara (heh), overlined bright pink lips and tons of blush-bronzer-contour. He looks damn good with cheek highlighter and some funky chromey eye shadows. No setting spray though, he wants that stuff to run down his face as he sweats.
· If anyone ever includes sex bots and sex dolls au masse in a shoot, it’s him. He loves that shit. It’s so wacky and object-like, Buggy has such a dark, gloomy, horny doll-robot obsession. Hell, he wants to be one.
· Has a knife play collab – or is it a tutorial - with Zoro coming up as a feature. Time to show off the tricks!
· The female talent he can pull. The requests he gets. The connections. It’s insane. You’d think people would be skeptical, seeing how offbeat his entire porn philosophy is. But no. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought the kitty… as Buggy says... to orgasm! This guy is next level.
💋 ZORO
· Has always been a mix of loyal FWB vibes and promiscuously single privately. Contradictory, right. I guess it’s because he has no feeling of belonging given how he grew up. That’s what the „Zoro has no sense of direction“ really stands for, I guess, in a symbolic sense.
· Going into porn, where contact is a contract, and he can buy booze from the salary to feel a little less lonely, is only a natural consequence, then: Always being surrounded with his co-workers up close has something that gives him stability, mixed with high-octane moments. Zoro would be so fucking bored with any regular 9 to 5 life, really. The longer hours and intense physical strain are exactly his thing. The fact that his company is a merger with Luffy’s big ass production (literally) also helped Zoro’s career big time, and gave him a social net.
· It’s a sense of purpose and connection, which is also why he becomes known for doing longer shoots over short form content. With a death grip on whoever he shoots with. They ain’t slipping anywhere. He really wants to test what he is all about, and his co-star, who he always respects.
· After failing Hollywood stunt work (he was being far too much and always slept in too long), Zoro went full adult entertainment after realizing he already loved shooting physical sex scenes anyway. He loved the scent of skin and taking the reins over the material aspect. He’s a sensory creature. And the talents keep calling him to have him feature on their channel. Zoro quickly becomes a trophy co-star.
· Unafraid of anything, bodily functions and awkward movements, impossible to destroy and always switched on, he is the male Adriana Chechik of them all. No brakes. No shame. He will get off anybody and anyone who winds up on those sheets. That body of steel was fucking made for sex. Looking at it makes people insane, so. Yes, Zoro has had at least 15 stalkers so far.
· Unimpressive to his veteran manager Mihawk – „one perfect cut or shot is worth a million minutes of footage“ - Zoro is proudly racking up 6000+ popular scenes in his career. The aim: To make all girls come, for real, no matter how (and harder and more often than his main industry rival, whom Zoro merely refers to as Blondie-san).
· Yes, he works the long hours and wants to please as many women as possible. Stamina is never an issue. Even when tired, he pushes himself to send two more girls into a midnight bliss. „One more“, he quips, sweaty, headed for the shower a third time this day.
· He might be a stoic, consistent, rough groaner, but he loves when his set partners squeal of joy because he knows what he’s doing. Hot.
· Doesn’t use slurs to degrade, he likes barking commands instead. „Faster!“ being his favorite of course. Sanji, zealously hate-watching Zoro’s latest videos, rolls his eyes every time.
· Only books the girls he deems to be especially good at oral sex for blowjob scenes. He’s big and doesn’t want some shy nibbling and quarter shaft work. Pro only zone. All or nothing! If he gives head, and his tongue is viciously fast, he goes all in for minutes on end. Same goes for anal which he films often.
· Unlike Sanji who thinks porn is flirting and character work, wanting to get into the woman’s head with his compliments, Zoro wants to make the girls look and sound good on camera. His philosophy: Both her and him should be able to watch this proudly afterwards because it’s so aesthetic.
· Zoro spends major company dollar on touch-ups, styling and high-end camera teams unknown to man. He is masterful at making scenes. The audience rewards it. He has some of the most loyal and infatuated subscribers ever, equal parts male and female actually.
· And getting into a girl’s head? That he does by… Yes. After having her take off the belts of his morning gown which he always wears on set like a samurai. Just far superior to pants. And things are just literal to Zoro always.
· Intoxicated after, not during sex. Drinks with the most fun girls to come down to some Skid Row.
· That curve in his cock. Looking so sexy there.
· Zoro is the king of wielding toys. No clit is safe from his three-wand-style. The intensity of orgasms on his film sets is… talked about in the industry. And Zoro did not once feel rivalled by a sex toy in his life. Instead, he uses them to his and his co-star‘s best advantages.
· Vibrators, fuck… he loves that stuff. Buzzing an experienced girl’s nipples while tongue-kissing her. With his best perfume on. No girl wants to leave that set. Second servings everywhere. And he gets toys for free from brands.
· Logically, Zoro hates when his co-stars try to please him. That’s his job. He’s like, no.
· He’s not that interested in BDSM except for a little impact play. He also likes to be tied up to make sex extra difficult for himself. A little spreader bar between his legs looks good, so.
· He’s not afraid to safeword or take breaks. And he leaves that in the footage („excessive cutting is for fuckers like Sanji“). It’s his porn, the viewers aren’t superior to him, he says.
· Zoro is comfortable yet demanding if he works with other guys on a gangbang set. Unless he’s contested, then he overperforms.
· Famous for his jerky, breathy style, hands sideways on the girl’s ass, his favorite way to touch while fucking. Always controls the pace like that. He prides himself that the girl doesn’t have to extend any efforts at all. Nobody has ever ridden him. Unlike what Sanji films, aka the exact opposite, he does the moving. Maybe he likes the passive VS active thing? An opponent should be his equal. But in bed, Zoro believes he has to deliver to be worth anything and if he takes care of his body so much, he better use it. Sanji was skeptical, saying the girls should be free to grind and ride. But Zoro says they sign up with him exactly because he handles it all. „The girls work for longer hours getting all the makeup done while I’m fucking sleeping. So I’ll work harder to compensate later in the day honorably and fairly.“ Sanji finally acknowledges Zoro with this, although he recommends the mosshead get some makeup as well „to look more friendly and frown less, heh!“
· Zoro is picky with who he films even if he films a lot. He likes himself a grippy pussy he can lightly clit-spank, soft tits, fierce face cards, girls smaller than him, and more of a medium sized ass. Geez, he has such a type.
· Zoro is such a stallion. Specialty Full Nelson. Doggy all day, too. He has a kink for shoulders, so that view is golden. He’s so goal-oriented even when thrusting. Stretching her out until that clingy pussy contracts.
· He likes to finish with a girl sitting on his face, cumming her brains out, fully satisfied... Yum.
💋 SANJI
· Porn star Sanji. The god of phone sex („Mr. Prince calling! Hello gorgeous, are you hungry?“). Nature’s antidote to vaginismus. You’ve never seen more blissful faces in porn.
· Multiple actresses said in interview that Sanji made them the wettest they’ve ever been. Porn set barkeeper (and subsequent participant) Sanji replied he makes everyone their favorite non-alcoholic drink before shoots with good reason.
· What started out as some adult company hiring him to cater for a gangbang filming turned into… you guessed it. He was so jealous. „Those fuckass unkempt guys get to do all this and me? Slicing onions for them to have bad breath all day in the presence of the most gorgeous women? While I’m standing here in my best suit? And they’re not even desinfecting stuff?!“
· He wanted to found his own company immediately. Damn, Sanji was angry for five days straight. Guy was ready to sue.
· Seeing those filming preparations, Sanji was especially unhappy with how the men on set treated the female staff and acting talent. He… wanted to lead by a better example. And not just spend his life lusting after catering guests when he could even make some money bedding the most lovely ladies. Full well knowing they earned ten times his salary. He liked that. He wanted to make that happen. He already had ideas for nice sets.
· That attitude would persist as his career progressed, actually. Later, Sanji made the news for having kicked the shit out of a male pornstar at an expo after hearing he was notorious for not getting tested.
· Sanji also hated how aloof and unfriendly and boring and mechanical the behind the scenes world was. He didn’t want to do it for profit only, either. And he paid extremely well and stuck to the contracts. If a girl changed her mind, Sanji provided her with extra money to bridge the month and recommended other agencies, mostly Ace. „Not Zoro’s, that guy is all stingy and broke from drinking!“
· Also: Where Zoro loves the size queens, Sanji is the size king!
· Competes with Zoro who has more scenes, and better ones! Quality is Sanji’s first rule. No pimples to be seen, only good outfits, no tacky sets. He wants luxury erotica of him out there.
· Let’s say he is so obsessed with women he can’t ever shoot quick scenes. Water is wet. He wants to get to know her down to the last detail.
· Was hospitalized after his first triple blowjob. That stuff was too much for him. All this attention and love, just for him, humble chef Sanji? He fainted after busting the biggest nut ever basically.
· Sanji is extremely good with penetration. He just has a feeling for rhythm and depth. Cooks know about texture changes and all.
· Fights with rival Zoro about the topic of pubic hair. He loves it (on his curly self and others). Zoro, blade enthusiast, obviously loves a sleek shave. Sanji argues „how rude it is to expect ladies to do all this inconvenience!“. Zoro counters that he does the shaving for his co-stars personally and even films it like a fetish thing. They trust him, and him only, so. And Zoro points out that Sanji frequently shaves himself. To suit his co-star’s preference if requested.
· Sanji makes fun of Zoro for hiring petite porn talents and says „more for me“, signing yet another beautiful tall woman for his new film. Sanji knows how to bend and position it all, friends. Long legs make him crawl on the floor drooling. His pathetic goddess worship content is always viral.
· Zoro is cunty. Sanji is slutty. There’s a big difference. Sanji is quite unhinged with every new thrust. Damn, he’s into it.
· Sanji has the perfect, always camera-ready cock. Sleek shaft, pointy tip. Not too girthy, very handy, not too short nor long. Everyone loves it. The internet is all over his blowjob scenes.
· Between Sanji and Zoro, Zoro is surprisingly more obsessed with pussy and quickly gets to the good stuff while filming. Sanji is more, you know… the personality meets porn plot idea appeals to him. More erogenous zones to tease.
· Zoro is more for horny audiences that never beat around the bush and get off on his deep voice in a matter of minutes (I would so watch that), Sanji gives the video watchers sensual play and feelings. He establishes an emotional bond and does unorthodox scenes. Zoro makes the girl happy by pressing her against his pecs and telling her how her body is A-tier, Sanji makes her happy by kissing her neck and combing her hair.
· He’s actually more of a dungeon master than Zoro. Surprise, right. He has everything the subs like in his tool box. And cooks for aftercare. Whenever one of his co-stars mentions a spiralling kink they have during contract negotiations, Sanji just has to fulfill it. He’s more of a tease than a real sadist. Think of Sanji as Buggy’s sexual opposite, although they share an appetite for poly constellations.
· Sanji is always caring with boundaries. If an actress even doesn’t want to wear this or that makeup detail, his team will not push for making the talent accommodate. Sanji says his wishes are barely secondary, if not tertiary. First is giving girls what they want to do with him and how they want to look like. His styling team is pretty perceptive and up to date to give the actresses the makeover or signature style they were looking for. Sanji falls to his knees whenever the girl comes out of the makeup chair.
· Sanji also likes to wear a little touchup sometimes. Concealer, brow pen, vaseline for the lips that are never dry as a co-star put it. Rouge to look extra turned-on, flushed from excitement.
· Sanji’s slow standing backshots have the girls doing hentai voice acting impersonations. It’s that intense. Vice versa, he loses his already um fragile gentlemanly mind when foot stuff is involved. Sanji loves high heels and painted nails and curling toes and ugh everything. His dick explodes when a foot in stocking strokes right across.
· He sometimes plays gentle jazz music in the background for warm-ups. He’s almost as classy as Robin about his ambience thing. He loves sets that look old and exquisite. Sanji always scouts for antique restaurants that he can film in.
· Sanji easily loses himself in sex and melts into his partner.
· And yes, he does do phone sex as a side hustle, but he can’t get himself to charge anyone. He might even be the one acting like a pay pig for his female callers. He’s throwing money around as soon as he hears of real financial difficulties. The phone sex schtick really does make his name do the rounds, so. It’s all coming back. New viewers, loyal ones.
· Many of his voice audios are shared on tumblr, by the way.
💋 SHANKS
· Has been occupying a more executive role for 16 years as of now: He doesn’t spend as much time on set directing or acting as he used to. Shanks is actually into the financial and legal aspects of it, and interested in the streaming business, pretty much like Nami.
· Intake and exit interviews are still on his list, though. He likes discussing scenes with actresses before and after. It’s an underrated flirtation process he enjoys besides talking about details, boundaries, and consent. Shanks always asks better questions and gives better answers than most of his peers: That’s why female actresses contact him to record those interviews with him pretty much daily. So, the redhead does some busy-bee freelance co-directing as he calls it. Really, people just want him on set as a voice of reason, and as a people expert.
· One of his other favorite jobs to work in recently revolves around clothing for actors and actresses. It may be surprising, it sounds more like a Buggy thing, but he just loves to dress someone to suit a role. Even if the clothing comes off: He thinks the guys in porn should also look fly and attractive, garments are an underrated part of eroticism, and Shanks enjoys putting outfits on women with attention to detail and aesthetic harmony like no one else. He doesn’t care if he gets called gay for doing this job. Everyone this guy has ever style-advised or dressed felt good about themselves afterwards. The way he does it is so reassuring.
· The girls who’ve been around the industry for some months already request him as a manager all the time, and the veterans recommend any novice to hire him on set. Even if he’s just there as a mentor and off-camera aid. His presence simply changes the room and quality of a shoot. Because of that, Shanks kind of defines himself as a jack-of-all-trades at this point.
· Nowadays, Shanks is the guy people go to when there’s a problem. He’s a living legend and he knows how things run smoothly.
· His past (and how hung he’s always been) is something people always bring up but he’s too humble to proudly say thank you, even though he is massively flattered.
· When he was 19, Shanks was actually nude modelling and doing erotic movies a lot. The acting’s still great, the screenplays weren’t too bad, and many of his flicks are classics to porn enthusiasts.
· The bondage shots of his fetish-lite days look dreamy as hell, too. Shanks has done his fair share of femdom, he melts into that role. He misses that time.
· Beside his signature way of moaning out loud, his recognizable cherry red hair always set him apart and made him pretty famous, and obviously desirable everywhere he looked. The buzz has been wearing off a bit as he became older, more settled and serious, but people still tell him he looks great.
· He does use hair dye to keep some grey strands at bay. It makes his locks pop in color even more, which he likes.
· His vintage material still holding up while seeing the current porn industry kind of frustrates Shanks and his unwavering online fans. „Things had a lot more purpose and less expendability, and it was a lot less fake,“ he murmurs in magazine interviews which he already feels too old for, but people still read it. Probably because Shanks made sure it’s not paywalled.
· In fact, Shanks mysteriously remains in demand, even as the industry moves faster than ever. It has to be the charisma, and that’s something you can’t buy. People beg in his ig comments to see him in a new sloppy blowjob series („GET HIM SOAKED ALREADY!“ – 5676 likes).
· Since he realized that he resonates with people and his presence is needed, he sticks around. He’s one of the porn greats with hardly any retro cringe in his filmography. Everything still reads as relevant. And he’s always been well-groomed, so. Shanks is simply a premanent 10/10.
· Given the internet, Shanks also has a bunch of jealous critics who brand him as a „only women watch him“ sleek vanilla pretty boy who became all sleazy, rich, hollow, lazy, and boring.
· Shanks is… easily offended by this. He wants people to like him and not look down on his work. Even remote audiences he has no control over shouldn’t judge him by his face. Why do guys don’t watch him, only accidentally or because they want to find his faults? He’s happy, if not satisfied, that his audience is 90%+ female. The camera shows his face and torso a lot, so what? He won’t hide.
· Shanks is not afraid of women. Not his co-stars, not the people watching him. Taking away from his coworker’s spotlight is not his intent either, even if a lot of hatewatching guys insult his videos saying „funny how he looks better than those mid girls, that narcissistic moaning ginger! when is he going to shut up and fuck her ass?“, which especially infuriates Shanks to the bone honestly. He worked hard on set, takes his time, he personally styled many of his more than hardworking co-stars, and he’s not as vain as people make him out to be. Shanks can’t help being dazzingly hot, so.
· To him, it’s a compliment that female viewers go out of their way reading smut to switch him on instead. I mean. That’s an accomplishment. If women like him and get off to his material, Shanks can go to bed a happy man. Once his work has left his camera, he wants it in safe hands anyway.
· Shanks hates being misrepresented and called irrelevant. He prefers being in a thousand sparkly rose-framed tiktok edits and being revered in the gay community than being a seedy James Deen replica. „The point of a male porn actor is that everyone’s horny for him, too, why else would I even bother?“ he writes on his blog, closing down the wave of ‚oooh here comes the delusional wimpy nice guy‘ comment trolling that follows. Why are these people even reading his opinion pieces all day? Shanks truly has enough. He’s so fed up with blogging. But he doesn’t want to be grumpy and focus on the negatives, or cause conflict. Or be jaded like some people who mock him.
· It’s still ridiculous to him that many guys hate his porn because it’s not insulting, rough, and wild enough. If they want fast, why aren’t they just watching videos of Zoro or Luffy? Why are they watching him when degrading BDSM sites offer the most extreme kinks ever recorded in HD?
· His guess is that male viewers want to see porn stars hating what they do. So neither his videos nor BDSM content with people who consent will satiate them in any way. Needless to say… Shanks tries to focus on his projects, but the constant hive mind jabs get to him at night.
· He’s not hollow! A walking sack of money, yeah, sure. Not excessively, but he has no monetary worries. He could hire basically anyone, or be hired by any company. But that’s also a reputation thing, which he thinks matters more. His character is welcome in all honest circles.
· Irked, he still publishes a lot of porn content for matters of image: He wants to be interesting and lively, not just good-looking like some Casanova type. That he moans a lot he won’t change. He always drank a lot off-set to chug himself through a long midlife crisis. Until he realized he should do it for pleasure. Colleague Mihawk sarcastically reminding him how „porn star Shanks is a plain hedonist, that’s all he does. So act like it and stop complaining to me“ actually helped.
· Whenever he surrendered to that and began to treat himself with yet another oral video, two girls involved sometimes, Shanks started to really enjoy himself and be confident, finally feeling like he was experienced and established, an actual pro who could like doing porn beyond the technicalities he was enamoured with (playing with angles, lighting, sound, and so on – he loves watching staff edit his work). If he leans back and lets the girls do their thing, that’s when he feels good about himself.
· If you search „Redhaired Shanks Blowjob“ on any platform, hundreds of videos turn up. It’s his signature through the years pretty much. There was a time when he had two girls queued to swallow him up by morning and night. Shanks thinks fondly of this time. The videos are still immaculate and fun to him. He has the ability to teach someone without words.
· Oral scenes are more deliberate nowadays, and less frequent, once a week or so. Maybe twice. Shanks has gotten damn intuitive about casting girls that are voracious, vocal, and gleeful, able to go beyond half the shaft. Many of them grew up watching Shanks videos religiously.
· Shanks supposes that his BJ vids are so well-received is that his face is less featured in it, and „he doesn’t distract us from the girl“, but that’s another debate. He takes what he can get. If he needs his spirits lifted, he calls his former stylist Bon to get a pep talk.
· Shanks has gone with the time and does scenes with somewhat younger talent now, he avoids the whole teens and lollipop stuff, he’s fine with girls in their 20s wanting to film, but only upon request. He’s aware that female stars his age are usually paired with younger men who want to establish themselves, and new girls on the block have been nostalgia-watching his stuff and are way down bad.
· Shanks wants to prove he still got it, and he can get reasonably horny when he’s smiled at so nicely. His stamina he can push, and positions are easy work for him.
· What Shanks misses are actual steamy movies where you could see more and say more and edit less, the way they filmed it in the 1980s. He tried to reboot some things, but… people are already over what they refer to as parodies. And Hollywood has too much censorship, taking all the big budgets. Shanks can’t even find the right actress to match the project he has in mind. So he stagnates overseeing photoshoots and distribution and pay rolls and contracts and whatnot. He’s bored and depressed.
· His roster of former female co-stars is beyond impressive in skill and looks. Plus he’s still platonic besties with all of them, but hey, water is wet. Safe to say he’s popular. Shanks always had the best chemistry with his mostly same-aged coworkers on screen. And god, was he a heartthrob. He’s still handsome and doesn’t neglect his looks.
· Frequently, they meet up in a restaurant – the core friend group is about 7 people, including fellow porn veterans Mihawk and Yasopp - to reminisce about the good old days and talk about what’s going on in the industry.
💋 LAW
· Does he run the biggest ever porn corp or the smallest ever indie studio from his broom closet? Sometimes that is just too hard to tell. Because his elaborate and ultra-kinky videos blow up quite a lot and no one knows why. He certainly doesn’t explain it.
· People in the comment section are like. „Who is this dude with the hat…“ „Where did he even come from and why is he dripped out like that??“ „Fetish tattoos and everything. He’s crazy but I like him.“
· A whole online frenzy starts, podcasts, interviews. Gif hunts. Short clips circulate. Law has a cult following three videos in like he’s the male Shaiden Rogue.
· They’re called the heart pirates because Law is the King of Fan’s Hearts after all.
· He does deliver – probably because he fills a niche no one else provides. People fucking love it. Several million subscribers on several platforms.
· The production value is stellar. Crisp skin outline, mega sound. Mics everywhere. He’s immediately recognizable anyway. Camera equipment from the damn future.
· Surgical precision in everything indeed.
· And why is he always in a doctor’s cloak? Or the girl he’s with? Seems like a fetish thing, right. His fans yell at him that they want to be his nurse one day, and he actually replies. With a row of cryptic emojis.
· Signature plot of his videos: He gets high as hell and just lets the girl do whatever she wants. That’s it. That’s the whole idea. 35 million viewers. 30 minutes worth of footage. None of it is boring. He really vibes with the girl. The conversation is laidback and honest, neither crude like Buggy’s porn dialogue nor erratic like Luffy being squished into all directions you could fit on a compass.
· It may be a little difficult and less than handy, but his impressively long cock is going places. Cowgirl is his favorite. He’s a bit energyless sometimes, he likes girl on top. He’s not a wild thrust kind of guy. There’s a bit of anxiousness on camera for him.
· Law also has a type. Two types, he films with no one else. A slightly curvier pretty baddie type girl and a medium height gothic-leaning one. One with light hair (sometimes dyed red or brighter colors), the other with darker hair. People speculate that he has two girlfriends, these are not his two co-stars, but his main squad. Law confirms he is poly in the comments. The two girls that feature have major traffic on their solo-focused own accounts. People are jealous of Law’s private life a lot, but he keeps more info under wraps.
· Hand-held cameras and close POVs are his specialty. Law has figured out a signature bright lighting that shows every detail and drops jaws.
· He blasts highly distorted metal music and all kinds of extreme alternative genres in the background as a benchmark for how loud his co-stars are actually screaming in ecstasy. Which would be… a lot. His breathy moans are also beyond hot as the comment section always remarks. The demand for audios he supplies with jerk-off sessions.
· Law experiments with new tattoos and also giving his goth girlfriend new ink motives on his own. He’s professional at it. Law makes her look even cooler with his artistry.
· Those bony hands gripping the blonde girl’s ass… that sight is so sexy.
· Law is so big spoon. Always from behind.
· 69 for life. He films that constantly. Nobody complains.
· He does bondage with the goth girl and has some BDSM chops to his name. He can switch pretty easily, and prefers the submissive role. Gets in a lot of clicks because of the tats in the thumbnail.
· Murmurs into the camera sometimes, and likes doing intros saying what happened last time. Since he does kink, Law talks about what the plan for that particular play session is. It’s all clearly organized and he doesn’t like to just freestyle out of nowhere.
· The breathing. He’s always going like ha-ha-hh-hh all the time.
· Does a lot of cunnilingus, although his hat is in the way. Luffy has the same issue. There’s a reason Zoro only uses a bandana. The three of them chat on Discord pretty regularly. Upping their game, random humor, and Nami usually joins as well, even though she’s often busier.
· A sixsome video with three doggy pairings (Eustass and Luffy being the fellow male stars) made Law‘s fans come up with a porn gang name. The Best Generation. Because they fuck that well.
· Law just doesn’t like regular porn aesthetics blocking his ideas and vision. He doesn’t watch mainstream staff at all, never did. In a way, he’d probably reject a female co-star if she wasn’t alternative enough, not unorthodox-looking slash outside the beauty standard, not aggressive rather than meek, and less than happy to do some little hospital roleplay.
· Has a female-subscribers-only video section that’s cheap as hell and includes smoking kink scenes and him lazily stripping to Nirvana. Also, plushie humping. Or him getting a piercing in some unholy spot, moaning audio turned up to maximum volume.
· Guys are surprisingly frequenting his channel a lot. Men just love to be curious about an alt guy and root for him. They also like how Law has impeccable taste in everything, so. He’s not just female friendly, he seems to attract anyone’s attention at this point, up to age 60 or so. Everybody wants to be Law, and porn award scouts have this guy on their radar. He reject any big corp contracts, though.
· Was once approached by a seedy guy wearing shades and a feather boa. Guy wanted to hire him for a big studio. It turned out he was a whole scammer. Law bounced back from it.
· His videos look great and they look grimy. Ugh. He somehow combines both. Trash and polish, grunge and perfection. The backdrop is hazy, and is that a damn smoke machine in the mating press video he posted? Fuck, he’s so extra.
· What does he like filming the very most? It's nothing quite as kinky. It's handjobs! Lean back, mumble, and enjoy. As soon as he's hard though, the pervert does add a little numbing cream so he can last longer and get completely worked. To draw out the scene a lot longer, he might even turn around to get spanked.
· Does all of this in a collar, of course.
💋 SIR CROCODILE
· Just a total beginner with a tiny tiny channel… Just kidding. He’s an industry pillar. This dastardly man is racking in a whole lot of filthy fucking money with all the porn studios, love hotels, casinos, entertainment venues, 18+ clubs, and spicy hostess restaurants under his thumb. Dude is constantly burnt out from overseeing all of this, because he’s exacting with details and doesn’t want anything funky going on anywhere, any time, with anybody.
· Since he always shows up in those venues unexpectedly, people do behave.
· He also invests a lot of that cash, which he likes doing. Kind of keeps the whole thing going. It’s all economics to him: He’s not the most randy guy on earth, to people’s actual surprise – Sir Crocodile doesn’t have a raging drive that comes knocking every few hours. When it hits, it hits, and strongly, but he’s a lot more chill than his colleagues assumed. The cold fiscal aspect prevails here, and the comfort or security of power.
· Baroque Films is the name, and its sovereign ruler isn’t called Mister Zero Misses without a good reason. (Stylized Mister „O“ for orgasm sometimes, since he never filmed a fake one in his life.) Because all of his releases are both cinematic and commercially successful, even if he doesn’t enter the mainstream like some actors that are sloppier, riskier, more crass and ready for anything.
· Thinks shooting is a hassle, as an actor that is. Barely does it. Once a month. He doesn’t want to wait for cues. If it happens, everybody holds their breath, and avoids dropping material at the same time as him.
· Guess who directs these scenes.
· He’s so particular about which female talent to choose. He likes a luxury feel to his videos, he wants to show off, so his pick always goes toward advanced, model-like high society escorts to contract. Not someone half his size, he likes em tall like Oda.
· He doesn’t fuck with the teen category, nor does he want to be in the MILF tags. Whoever looks and feels in between will have his interest.
· He does the wine and dine as a foreplay scene and then features an expensive hotel room or castle, even. It’s the exact opposite of Luffy’s set (white couch and a bottle of lube… Zoro puts more effort into scenery, like outdoorsy and Dojo stuff). Croc wants everything to be convenient with elegance.
· He does have class. One of the few directors using panorama shots. It’s not all closeups like Sanji’s videos, or Law, or Ace. Ace does the cowgirl closeup from the girl’s back to have his face peak through the legs, to show some expression. Mr. 0 could never. He likes a side angle in 60% of all cases.
· It’s tedious, unorthodox crew work to create all that. The good thing is, you don’t lose the overview in his scenes. It all makes sense. His audience is quite aloof and proud about this.
· And that crowd is one of the horniest. Croc knows this, he studies how people search for him. What parts they watch the most. Where they skip. How many videos they click. What genre they prefer. How much money they’re willing to spend for exclusive content (spoiler alert: Croc fans are ready to empty their wallet for their cruel porn veteran maestro). Oh boy, he’ll absolutely milk them.
· It’s good value, though. Sir Crocodile knows damn well how unsatisfied most people are after jacking off. He puts out some pretty sensual stuff that doesn’t just include some physical slamming. As his co-stars can attest, the scripts are more seductive and maturely romantic than you’d think.
· „I’m an adult actor, not some kiddo with morning wood,“ he proclaims in seldom high-brow magazine interviews.
· He also rants about his past as a strip club owner. Totally abhors this business now. Too cheap.
· One of those porn stars that make everything a competition. „Those horny little freaks“ he grunts whenever he sees Luffy or Zoro or Nami hit it big on the algorithm. He can’t stand how many videos they’re pumping out. (Sanji and Usopp he doesn’t take seriously.)
· Daz Bones as his personal bodyguard always makes sure Crocodile never bumps into any of the strawhats.
· He actually roots for young performers starting out. Women only, of course. Jokingly, his rivals mock him as a sugar daddy. But Crocodile does count on talent when he sees it rather than asking everyone he scouts to become his indebted sex slave. Many girls he mentors and financially supports he doesn’t sleep with. He directs them most expertly, in fact. If anyone were to enter the industry, on top of picking Ace as the first ideal co-star, the best pick as a director for newcomers is always Sir Crocodile.
· As an actor, he’d be impatient with a director. As a director, he has week-long patience with anything. It’s confusing, but he works out the details so meticulously.
· A genius at directing a girl to master positions. He disregards and scoffs at the guy, he’s just Ken, Mr. 0 only cares about showing the female star – the guys he frowningly refers to as material or thing – how to advance her acting and movement chops.
· If a newbie girl receives a gold ring from him, she is protected forever. Everybody knows that if a girl wears this, Crocodile is her guardian and will make sure she gets paid by any studio or client she chooses. If another director pushes her past any boundary, bad things happen.
· Not a single male adult performer has ever been in the posession of such a ring. Mr. 0 said in a TV interview that he once considered giving it to Zoro, whose craft he respects, or Mihawk, if he was a young gun. But the Strawhat Studios connection going on there made Crocodile reconsider. He still only supports and protects the female stars, 18 to 28 years. Like actually. He doesn’t play.
· Whether they‘re gay or straight: If Crocodile hears about young aggressive or established powerful porn actors that mass-abuse and disrespect co-stars, or play unfair money games with vulnerable actresses or even gay or bi bottoms, a person responsible for that might not return in one piece (not a pun for once) after a lavishly pricy skiing vacation.
· He has a codex with etiquette rules, and men who don’t follow it will pay. Even if they are in an overseas industry. Crocodile keeps the whole thing clean, not just his own circles. He doesn’t like reading about abuse cases in the media. He’s fed up when somebody terrorizes the lower-status people on sets, from female staff to actors.
· Crocodile derives a cold pleasure from doing this. He knows what it’s like to lose part of a limb. The amount of assholes he forcibly retired while he is still going on, even with a prosthetic hand, gives him satisfaction. Croc has his ears everywhere, so. They all beware the big guy in the coat.
· Women or gay bottoms who spread mayhem in porn studios get a pass. He’s amused when someone shakes things up. Unless someone is spouting the worst bigotry or tries to piss on him, Crocodile doesn’t care. Reading trashtalk in porn magazines or getting the tea from Bon Clay is his totally his thing.
· And again. Croc is 100% hetero. If the cutest and most feminine guy sucked him off, he’d still get frustrated, bored, and be let down eventually. Women are just in another league for him. Crocodile is infuriated by lack of men’s effort and hygiene. Working for him is such a drill for an actor who will always feel ugly and imperfect.
· Oh, how male actors suffer under the cold hard hand of Sir Croc. He shoos them around, barks orders, disciplins them, files complaints, fires, scolds, sues, spits, throws tantrums when the female talent has left the set/is on the toilet and doesn’t listen. They all get a brutal full-body waxing. He’s their biggest opp.
· Therefore: Any young guys in porn are typically sent to Luffy’s porn company: He immediately knows how they roll, where they feel at home, gives chances, finds out their emotional anchors, brings them on the right path.
· No such thing at Baroque Films. „Prick.“ – the last thing many of them will hear before being cast out.
· Sir Crocodile HATES men. They’re barely there for him on camera. He despises hiring and dealing with any guy. It takes some actors years to exit the wait list.
· Even unions and legal firms have beef with Baroque over this.
· He pays the male talents so terribly. Sometimes, if an actor already has a foot in the industry door, he makes them order set catering, only for the girl to get exclusive access to the food for hours. The guy gets bare scraps. Leftovers, and cheap water. If he’s allowed to eat on set at all („Embarrassing! Cook for yourself before you get here and don’t bother us!“ – Big C has spoken, and toilet breaks also make his eyes roll)
· Crocodiles‘ styling crew half-heartedly scrubs down the vastly intimidated guys with cold water and aggressive soap, apply airbrush makeup, rip his hair into a proper hairstyle, and kick his ass. The girls can soak in a tub, jacuzzis, shaded pools, luxury showers.
· 20,000 is the salary starting point („I make it double,“ he said, hearing that Luffy paid a girl 10,000). The women’s clothes on set are never skimpy or below a three-digit budget.
· Bon Clay supervises the process sometimes as a freelance stylist. He does nails and blowouts, lashes, couture. Gossip. And pep talk. No female performer leaves Baroque filming feeling defeated or unhappy.
· As the cherry on top, Sir Crocodile always does the lingerie and shoe styling. He’s a major fetishist when it comes to that. Especially with the latter. So sexy.
· He worked as a cobbler in his early days. This man is terminally obsessed with good shoes and any female feet. None are ugly to him. His archive shoe picks are just exquisite.
· All those Baroque foot fetish videos he does… With his rough, broad hand tracing the woman’s arch, putting on ballet shoes or heels or lace-ups. Tights, boots, latex, washing feet, lotions, 20-minute massages. Oh boy. Sir Crocodile has people busting nuts over such simple things left and right. It’s not simple to him. Feet are his religion, his undoing, his favorite pasttime.
· He once paid a 40-year-old Hollywood actress half a million dollar just to put ointment on her feet, and not even on camera. You cannot imagine the sub space this man entered.
· Yes, he switches. No, he doesn’t hide it.
· Crocodile has been whipped and tortured by the best dominatrix performers in the world. Any nationality. Most kinks welcome. Salary starting point 50,000. A sum that’s fucking unheard of. Unless you work for Baroque.
· God, Crododile has created many a proud and confident woman.
· The other half of the population gets that pride relentlessly broken. He doesn’t care at all. Female talent is deity-like to Mister 0. They get paid record sums even if it’s a three minute blowjob scene for a 120-minute Baroque movie.
· The guys on set get… um. Nothing. The camera dude is terrified for life to make one singular mistake. Constant extra hours. No one’s allowed to tell the actress anything. Only male cleaning squads under the age of 30. If the lighting is off, or the sound especially? Those guys never live that down.
· And the male talents, you ask? If their bare body is not commendable, if their face isn’t nice: They don’t even make the first casting round. Mister Zero Tolerance – Sanji once called him that when Prince Studios rejected a rumor that they’d merge with Baroque Films (Miss Valentine made it up) - strikes again.
· „Being in the video of my company is all you get, arrogant fool. Deliver first. I am your boss now. Be glad if you get 20 bucks. A taxi if you don’t suck. Now get this thing up already.“
· No fluffers, and no porn watching on set. It’s an industry truth that all male actors in Baroque videos are on major viagra and other performance drugs. In that atmosphere, no one gets it hard otherwise. The female talent isn’t quick erection fodder, and Sir Crocodile’s harcore scowl from behind the lens is icy like the arctic winds. Male actors who do well in his releases get awards with good reason. Sometimes more than the female stars. Which makes Crocodile raging mad. He blackmailed a dozen award shows already.
· They’re not allowed to have his physique either, else he gets jealous: Hiliariously, Baroque Films only hires Timothee Chalamet-style branch twig twinks. It’s deliberate. The sadistic tormentor in chief wants to tire them out and humiliate their bratty, potty mouths. If he even regards them at all.
· Most work until midnight because Crocodile prefers photographing guys after sex than ladies before sex. He knows that his audience is comprised of many women who want female POV material, and less male gaze same-theme bikini photoshoots everyone’s tired of. The pathetic and extreme poses those completely exhausted men are assuming during those humiliation shoots… Jesus Christ.
· You’d think Crocodile is a bi daddy but. He’s not. He just wants to mess up the men.
· Nobody’s surprised he has a sizable gay fanbase. Especially after he said he is critical of straight men even if he is one. Crocodile’s homosexual fans share online pictures of his outfits all day every day. Croc makes many a `BEST DRESSED´ list. Like this man even has them watching his girl-boy scenes. They fanboy over the female star and call her queen while thirsting over him.
· I swear, dom male performers all avoid Baroque Films. And even the biggest male masochists learn what fear and pressure is after Crocodile is done with their rotten little souls.
· You can imagine the lesbian scenes this man has produced. He finds it so relaxing. Nothing is more amusing and happy-chemical-inducing than a girl x girl x girl scene for this guy.
· Logically, he likes shooting with several women servicing him, although he is quite the pleasure dom. As mentioned. He doesn’t direct fake orgasms. Nobody leaves that set without one, even if he sometimes doesn’t, or barely shows his ejaculation. Condoms, creampies. He’s not into the messy part.
· Fake cum and puke scenes and too much spit, no thank you says the Sir. Dry as the desert is what his competitors mock his material to be. „Does he even moisturize???“ is a snarky comment by Nami on one of his public videos. Deleted immediately. „Where’s the lube mf“ is a hidden Usopp comment that didn’t catch on.
· Want a naughty detail to think about? Crocodile likes it, well. Hairy and soft, not tight and shaved. He’s a connoisseur and I respect that.
💋 ROBIN
· Publishes her basically faceless or masked content in a discreet corner of the internet and without a co-star. She’s twice as indie as Buggy and Law about this. No Only Fans, Robin runs a very elaborate 18+ blog that focuses on hand pictures (who’s surprised).
· Perfect body, perfect hairstyle, outfit always on point. Robin really takes care of herself. Easy with all those hands admittedly.
· Uses themes like Venetian carnival to dress up. She’s arguably the most creative among the straw hats, and her subscribers also match her tone. No profanities in the comment section.
· She curates her sets down to the last detail. Vintage furniture, expensive sheets, patterns, fabric surfaces being shiny and rich in color. Robin doesn’t like it cheap or boring. A white couch and a white wall? Eh. This ain’t the dentist! She wants to seduce her subscribers‘ eyes with decor and style, not just her body.
· Robin’s high heels are designer only.
· Foot stuff is big but her subscribers are horny for hands like no other demographic on earth. Her sexy painted nails and fetish glove collection are for the books, really.
· Robin does remote handjobs, fisting, spanking, and fingering without ever interacting in person. So mysterious. The people love it. Introverts hire her services all day and night. Robin swims in money.
· She is so shy. And protective of herself. Robin would be too sensitive to go on camera with another person. It was a huge leap to even post solo videos.
· Robin is currently in love but wouldn’t ever dare invite her crush to her channel. And no guy deserves her, so. She is thriving in her single lane. Men send her Italian-brand bags and latex coats for free. She does model a lot of it on the channel. Robin people-pleases more than her subscribers thought she would, she just maintains her distance carefully in any other case.
· People love her cute emojis in the chat and buy her stuff and merch like crazy. She is likeable without effort.
· Those lingerie ass shot pics with the purple lace made her subscribers jerk off as soon as it dropped. Robin is the princess of gooning without even noticing any uptick in her subscriber numbers.
· They also go bananas over her balconet bra pics. Robin is all-around well-endowed, the bisexuals enjoy her a lot to say the very least. Her lesbian following is almost as vocal as Nami’s.
· So many photoshoot requests. Robin’s sultry lip focus videos, slurping on popsicles and eating strawberries, those really resonate well with her fans as of lately.
· Robin doesn’t fuck on camera but would sub a lot privately if she had someone. But she likes her safety zone. Even as a submissive, she wants to control the surroundings and context.
· Her audio download numbers are bordering millions so far. The R in Robin stands for roleplay. Her sarcastic dirty talk with morbid details really thrills her goth audiences, to say the least. Robin actually publishes gender-neutral audios a lot, her female audience gets the files for free. And her male subscribers are the happiest pay pigs on earth, honestly. The level of online worship that Robin draws is just insane.
· If you thought people are gooning for Nami, jacking off for like four hours, you’re mistaken. Nami gets people off quickly, both those watching and performing her videos. Even if she has tons of material out there, hundreds of recorded streams. But it’s all so intense, nobody lasts that long. Robin however never truly pleases right away. The sexy teasing process is endless. There’s always a missing puzzle piece.
· As she analyses in her metrics, people often go back to watching the same videos of her over and over. They can’t handle the lack of resolution. Intermittent reinforcement. She only shows some aspects of her and conceals others. Drives all the nosy lesbians and bisexuals nuts in the comment section of her leg fetish videos. Or the ones where she switches to way lesser-known languages to do dirty talk. „Robin, oh please!! Tell us what it means!“ – She loves reading those. Always makes her giggle.
· Robin will pavlov-dog her viewers or something one day. She is a porn psychologist. Nobody complains.
· Does do a lot of erotic dancing recently. She’s so so pretty.
💋 LUFFY
· „She’s Back! Sitting on His Face Again“ is just about every other video title that Monkey `The Insatiable´ Luffy’s notorious porn channel pumps out. Like none of his fans can say they go to bed unfed. This guy drops another colorful banger clip every second day. He wants to do mainstream stuff for fast consumption, and have people talk about it: And it’s a real success. How on earth does Luffy even get that much footage and talent?
· Voracious as his moniker says. Everyone signs up for him because his name is thrown around in every comment section of whatever male talent: “That guy Luffy could have done this better!” (Shady, and his competition out there seems to be slacking, but I love that praise for him.)
· Honestly? Luffy loves the world of porn. He’s right at home, you see. Glutton for all that’s soft and chewy, his channel’s profile pic is basically a closeup of him playfully biting AJ Applegate’s ass (everyone wanted to be her in that scene with him, Luffy won an award for the direction as well). Like he is that guy. I mean, his career took off within one month or so? Probably because his content is highly specialized.
· Because all this guy really cares about? Big asses, kitchen sets, Mommy porn, and all the DSL lips. The rest his agency doesn’t even bother with. Just give this guy a sofa or a kitchen chair and he will go. With a pretty rapid-fire manner of cumming fast, but Luffy regenerates quickly. It’s like his fights. He’s K.O.‘d at first and then he’ll gather his wits. And again, and again. His female co-stars fucking love it.
· Luffy, the guy with the permanent erection as some industry tycoons call him, just wants a cute curvy MILF in a skimpy apron each day. Or two. Or three. Blonde he loves the most. Luffy’s studio is 100% bimbo-friendly and he’s proud of it. He doesn’t even care if someone’s natural or not. Sexy is sexy.
· Always offering his abs for her to lick and praise, Luffy makes the women on set comfortable with his goofy antics, and an insane budget slash salary for her (dude almost went bankrupt three times, but fucks himself back to five million on his bank account the next month with an insane four-hour-long reverse harem foursome scene).
· And yes, reasonable age gaps welcome. He likes a cougar. Think Kianna Dior. Luffy just wants his counterpart a bit more mature, he thinks that creates more sexual tension. The promo pictures of him getting helplessly smothered by two mommies at once were recently picked up on a porn forum and he’s a meme now. He thinks it’s ridiculously funny. Garp just shouldn’t find out what he’s doing all day.
· It’s kind of his shtick now, actually. Luffy doesn’t even get it up if there’s a 4‘11 type of girl on his couch, if she’d ever get invited by his agents. He controls the company with extreme care to do only what he wants, after all. And that is, for instance, making a ludicrous movie script and getting with at least three curvy female porn veterans until the sun sets and everyone relaxes at the pool, Luffy drowning blissfully under the tits in his face.
· The ladies love him, he’s so good with the girls. Encouraging, non-creepy in his conduct. He always brings out the best in his female co-stars. They leave as better performers and with more money in their pocket, and 90% request a follow-up scene. Let’s say Luffy is rather relentlessly chasing a mutual orgasm high. He would do anything to cum together so he resorts to any method to get there. If he has to force himself or go bonkers with his hands on her, he’ll do it. No hesitation! With any Hitachi wand available, bent in place in the most impossible sex positions. He learned this from watching Zoro’s latest videos.
· Luffy is extremely vocal and communicative, his videos are loud as hell. Fuck yes. That’s what we want. He screams like crazy when he comes like it’s DBZ. He’s actually got more volume going than his female counterparts sometimes. But usually, they just groan and yell at each other until both explode.
· He’s never done a radio silence type of shoot except one morning amateur-esque missionary scene that was more cozy, between-sheets, and romantic. The second video after that with the same girl escalated again, though. Just two people moaning FUUUUCKK KEEP GOING!!!!!!! at each other for half an hour. I absolutely love it. Luffy is the exact opposite of a pillow prince porn star (I am making up words).
· Bonus content shoots always ensue because he improvises. A sexy MILF to the left and right on his beach chair. The other sucking him off hard and fast. They alternate, basically eating him up all the way, toying with his tight little ass and ripping off his usually quite funny outfit. The footage goes from his phone to his subscription based channel. People /love/ Luffy doing reverse gangbangs.
· Doesn’t stop until the female talent squirts (which K.O.‘s him because he can’t get wet). Luffy is a relentless powerfucker and fingerblaster with a big smile, there are no two minute loads here. No cuts. He makes all of them moan. No woman has left the premises of his set unsatisfied, underpaid, or unhappy. That ain’t happening. He pays hefty sums much like Sanji.
· Got hired by a big studio for long-term work with a famous dark-haired female porn superstar who previously worked in femdom, whipping the shit out of guys. The rebrand catches people off guard. Why does she light up with Luffy as her co-star? She’s pretty, enthusiastic, her butt is jiggly and soft, legs long, breasts huge and squishy (Luffy loves that, he plays with them for hours, resulting in fantastic indulgent footage) and great summer dresses Luffy can fuck her in for the film series they planned. He’s happy plowing away. She seems to like it a lot.
· King of facials, the loads are impressive. He eats well, so. Luffy loves getting sucked off and releasing on the gorgeous faces that queue up until the horizon just to spend a day in his studio.
· Does multiple oral rounds. „Back in!“ – his favorite word to say and hear. Uses haki to harden up again, no problem. He could fuck while sleeping. His nights are long and the camera keeps running. His editors have given up and just publish the whole thing as it is. The dialogue is hilarious as well.
· Uses his stretch ability to adapt to his partners. Too big? Too small? He can change himself to suit her needs. And make his hands to ungodly things, geez.
· Luffy wants all the bounce and jiggle in his closeups, even himself doing that lmao! With the crazy positions he chooses, I guess gravity in slow-mo does its thing on him as well even if he’s super skinny and toned.
· Many agencies didn’t want to hire him at first because he’s petite and slim, and basically half the size of some curvier models that dwarf him in heels. „Just do Mukbangs instead boy, porn ain’t for you“ was a producer’s opinion on an application video he sent.
· So, he basically typecasts himself nowadays. Since he found his niche, Luffy’s credibility rises. His videos with younger talent just don’t take off that much. People want to see him with ladies that never skip a hearty meal just like him. The behind the scenes is just a feast of eating. Fasting to have a flat stomach on camera? Dehydrating oneself for the perfect biceps? He’s never even heard of that. His devil fruit can create whatever it bodily wants, that’s why Luffy has never been susceptible to whatever social shaming tactic is trending.
· Does Luffy have a feederism kink? Maybe a little. It’s nice if the female actress stuffs him with all kinds of meat on camera. Or he watches porn while snacking. Foreplay, right. He’s kinda falling in love with her that way and feels cared for, which is something he usually does for others.
· He’ll treat her with pastries and creamy cakes right back, which counts as Luffy flirting. He doesn’t overdo it with his female performers, eating by himself like a machine after shoots while his co-star(s) will be in the shower is the more voracious part.
· It’s fun with him on set. Luffy doesn’t make any performers have a hard time and deals with frictions fast. Zoro would be the one pushing his co-stars to a new limit, runs every vibrator in history on them, is grumpy when something is difficult to pull off on camera, is more serious and deep, and the girls sign up for exactly that. Meanwhile, Luffy uses himself as um the toy.
· The jealousy how everyone and their mom wants to bounce on Luffy. He is blazing through this.
· Luffy likes to get absolutely milked. One girl breathlessly balls deep as he lies on his back, sometimes 69, the other girl gobbling his balls whole or biting his ass. Thats his way of dumbification because he zones out completely. Getting drained so greedily. He’s knocked out fast asleep right after.
💋 BOA
· Photoshoot icon. Less fond of video and stripping down completely (unless her favorite co-star is around, you have to guess pretty hard who that is). But pictures? Yeah, she’s the best of the best. Boa has been a bikini and formal/glam/beach wear model for more than a decade.
· She transitioned to porn at a later age, and successfully, where most stars would start young. Boa still kept the classy, fashionable appeal even if she changed industries. Hancock is actually very much into CFNM (clothed female naked male, often found in conjunction with other femdom dynamics, which is just tailor-made for her).
· Industry in- and outsiders basically hype her like Rihanna. Every piece of clothing looks whack until Boa puts it on.
· The magazine covers she scored. Crazy work.
· Bon Clay used to be her manager during those days. But he acted more like a fun assistant, knowing he wouldn’t threaten her with authority or patronizing manners. He helped her during long hours, calmed Boa down, and fought off creeps. Bon was so heart-on-his-sleeve for Hancock, he’d do anything so she could succeed. He’s now a designer in his own right, a little heartbroken that he doesn’t see her daily.
· For the most part, Boa was in sweeping demand as a testimonial for Italian haute couture in particular, she always preferred the more flamboyant designs. Richer colors, more textures, long lines, luxury fabrics! She always knew only the best would suffice for her.
· Making her first money, Boa started out in high fashion editorials, but didn’t like how models were controlled and molded to suit other people’s vision. Photographers pissed her off as much as the designers themselves. She quit at 26, even if her salary was high and her seductive walk was legendary.
· She went into makeup for a while, beauty as a whole, and influencer stuff, but Boa being Boa was yearning the house down sitting in the salon getting her nails or hair done, bored and lonely. Even trying on fancy clothes was shockingly soulless. And she was horny. And in need of love.
· Porn wound up difficult to navigate as well: Her beauty opened doors, but almost too fast and too much sometimes. Hancock got the ick from all porn directors orbiting her except a guy half her size that she collected every DVD of as soon as she saw him in an ad.
· She literally called his busy-as-hell company five times to get a free slot. Even went there personally to beg them for a contract. She instigated a huge dramatic display, tears and tirades and all that goes with it. Boa even had a four-page speech prepared to convince the management of her talent, why she was perfect for Luffy, and how they should hire her immediately. Everyone was petrified at this force of nature, and speechless at her daringly gorgeous outfit.
· Luffy however, chief of the company of course, ignored that Boa basically showed up with a transparent dress while also immediately deciding that Hancock was great and he liked her convictions, drive, and charisma. I mean. There’s never been a porn star so vehemently non-shallow.
· Boa on the other hand was absolutely soaking wet and flushed to the forehead at the sight of this cute ass guy standing at 5‘8, face lined up with her boobs basically. She was insecure if he’d mind her height and promised to be easy to work with, but Luffy said he didn’t even notice she was 6‘3. He just stretched his neck, problem solved. Boa masturbated all night as soon as she got home.
· She couldn’t wait to get absolutely pounded Luffy-style, in his typical fiery hardcore, no-brakes all-smiles production manner, and simulated all the positions she’d asked to do with him in their contract with a squished Luffy body pillow that she shamelessly ordered online. While watching his videos, imagining the girl (she only watched the cowgirl ones where the female star was black-haired with the back turned to the camera) was her.
· Boa was just so enamoured with this strawhat ball of joy. He literally said yes to everything she suggested they could do on camera („Why not, sounds great!“) and felt like he really appreciated her ambition. She wished he’d checked her out a little more though, and actually touched her. But that’s why Hancock looked forward to getting her brains clapped out in three weeks, counting every second like a countdown.
· The amount of stretchy dildo toys that Boa eviscerated to prep for all of this. Like this woman was in heat. Every day was like ovulating. The Luffy pillow was flattened by the end of the first week because Boa had used it like a ragdoll at night. She bought a new one and already deflated it after two days of thrusting and grinding into oblivion, making her neighbors buy ear plugs. The third one she humped until the washing machine couldn’t save it anymore.
· She actually called Luffy’s producer Jinbei six times to get all the details right, yapping for 30 minutes in a waterfall of words every time. Jinbei was amused, but Boa went on to delineate what exactly was supposed to happen and if Luffy was fine with it. Checking in, Jinbei said it was all approved by the chief and Hancock almost went into cardiac arrest.
· Boa then called her bestie Clay to swoon over her success, how she was embraced with open arms, how it was the second-greatest day of her life (the greatest day now follows).
· As soon as the red circle in her calendar came, Boa put on her most expensive gown and even more expensive makeup at literal 3 AM after waxing herself down to every hair personally. The 5k high heels she got from Bon as a present for the big day made her head scrape the ceiling. Hancock had rejected stylists to be hired for the set, she all wanted to do it on her own.
· It all paid off, the video with Luffy made Boa an instant breakout star. She’d been a well-known face in the fashion world, but this one knocked it out of the park.
· She’d arrived one hour early… and Luffy was so nice to her. Giving her breakfast, having someone massage Boa professionally, providing a vibrator for warmup, helping her stretch (she almost fainted), and providing tons of small talk that melted Boa’s heart with every word, no matter how trivial.
· When the scene was prepared, Boa paced up and down in the bathroom, sick with anticipation. Luffy’s easygoing convo however took off the burden in her nervous gut, but she was still anxiously fixing her nails and hair. Thousands of worries and wonders inside her head, really.
· Two minutes in, the intake interview: Boa was already barking at film crew members not to disturb the moment they‘d share, but Luffy (still off-camera) extinguished her temper saying that because he was the director as well as the actor, there was nothing to worry about, and the staff would give them space and stick to the plan she made.
· Boa blushed in admiration and gratitude as if she’d just received a trillion bucks. Which was actually kind of true, because Luffy paid very well, and considered how Boa didn’t want a quickie scene, but more hours of filming. Like she’d earn more than her heels cost. Especially because Luffy would also take her pictures to upload promo, which turned Boa on like crazy.
· People could tell she was enjoying herself and fawning over Luffy like crazy, not requesting a single break. The comment section praised how Boa was just multi-orgasmic head to toe. Even getting touched by Luffy made her drool and shudder.
· I mean. Has anyone ever ridden Luffy’s rubber dick harder than Boa? He had to eat a whole food truck after. That shit was the loudest porn video ever recorded. The internet still talks about this.
· Semi-Retired for the most part, and the ceo of a huge company in the business, called Lily. She manages a lot of girl x girl content, female-friendly cam girls, and there’s not a single male porn star under contract at Lily.
· Boa has always been selective about who she ever works with if it’s a boy-girl scene (and she doesn’t think of herself as a girl anyway, she is proud of her mature age, which reflects in the genres she’s comfortable being in).
· Coveted as a name, figure, and financial asset, Boa gets a million requests to feature in content, and all she accepts is Luffy’s company sending her invitations to this and that.
💋 NAMI
· The obvious findom final boss: She gets paid or you shall be... well. Slayed. I mean slain. By the fist of justice, coming right through any disobedient pay pig’s screen. People who subscribe to Nami truly have a kink of getting depleted and yelled at. She has the time of her life.
· Nami’s kinks range from pretend-debt to bribing to corrupting her chronically online audience to the point of just transferring huge amounts of cash and sending her compromising pictures of their own humiliation, hoping for even just a tinge of a photo of her knee or something.
· The queen herself on the other hand edges her poor pigs by sending them angry voice audios until they repent like the pathetic sinners they are. Her tirades have people losing their mind from sheer horniness. She’s pretty damn good as a domme. And she knows her quality. As a proud colleague, Luffy sends applause emojis in the comment section all the time whenever Nami goes viral, and resident casanova Sanji tries hard to get a collab (he’d have to pay at least half a million in cash for a photoshoot only).
· Even Buggy uses his burner account to post fake messages just to get a rise out of the goddess. “Slap me mistress, use your stick on my clown ass, trample me like a squeezed orange, now have 100 bucks right here!“ The link is a rick roll, which Nami doesn’t even click on. Deleted!
· Buggy tries again, but admin Vivi rats him out. Like why does he even say he’s a clown right off the bat, it’s so obvious. Nami’s actually amused. Each comment pushes her further up in the algorithm, so she’s good.
· Her lesbian followers get discounts and cute emoji messages. Nami is nowhere near as relentless when she sees a rare woman pop up in her notifications. If a guy pretends to be one, and Nami always knows, he has to pay double.
· Nami actually has one of the highest body counts in the industry in a short amount of time because she drains her co-stars off extra semen and extra money by shooting more scenes and with more people at once.
· That’s right. Nami is a rough gangbang icon. Two cocks in her hands, furiously sucking one, and a DP. Five famous guys means five times the exposure.
· How does one even recover from all this? I mean, Luffy has it pretty easy, for instance. But Nami’s secret likely is... tiring the guys out before she gets fatigue.
· She also meticulously controls the room temperature on sets, which is an underrated skill when directing something.
· Nami’s comfortable in her double role in front of and behind the camera. Wouldn’t have it any other way. She’d order any director around until they’d quit: She has her own plans, and Nami - although she’s quite realistic - aims high.
· Hardcore scenes only. She hates not getting down to business. No slow strokes. Her co-stars have to be human machines to keep up. Curiously, she doesn’t like BDSM, though. No games, no toys, no sadism.
· Where Robin rules the hand fetish scene, Nami is the strawhat throat GOAT. Always getting her face bashed, she craves it. Glucking and choking away, getting as much as possible inside, and aggressively bopping her head. Until she goes brainless.
· Nami’s loud and sloppy facefuck videos with the eyes rolling back are doing absolute numbers. Her tongue twisting and strangled gag noise gets all of those guys off. No breaks. If the guy wants to come early, he’ll get a cock ring and a scolding.
· Nami as a femdom mommy makes a lot of sense now that I think about it.
· Many solo masturbation scenes with rougher… methods.
· Lesbian spanking, 69, and mommy kink videos everywhere. And FxF shibari.
· Did a three-hour doggy/missionary shoot with some anonymous food fetish guy who was very, very into her. Clit stimulation 5000. Very good with leg positioning. Super flexible.
· Nami’s pussy never felt this good, safe to say that. The guy soon had Nami booked by his agency again, for a threesome. An equally handsome but more rugged guy with extreme muscles signed up for the DP. What a horny shoot that was.
· Nami had the time of her life seeing those two guys provoke each other to new heights. They were running the most determined and passion-filled train on Nami, she came three times and the video got 90 Million clicks. Safe to say Nami hired them as regulars on her channel.
· Nami wishes she could suck three dicks at once. But she also likes sucking with several other girls.
· Always wants to drain someone. Shows them their bubbly cum on her tongue, and does all the sloppy kisses.
· Does tattoo modelling to earn something extra, Law recommended a photographer to her.
· Nami knows how to pose well and let her tits bounce perfectly. She shares camera teams with Zoro recently, and those people are used to seeing some action.
· The quintessential streamer. Nami is getting it everywhere, any time of the day seemingly. So many male talents stand in line for her poly parties. She’s booked by every lesbian agency. Nami gets porn awards like cumshots every other month.
· Porn made her rich af, especially the saucy BDSM scenes. She whips the shit out of every available hunky established porn actor who’s quickly seeing stars because wow does she not mince words and strokes.
· And she gets tied up by girls a lot. Nami whimpering pathetically for her sexy mistress drives her comment section-spammig fans wild.
· She’s also good at documenting every career move just like Robin in her blog. Nami can cite who did what where with whom by heart. She knows adult film history in a way even Mr. 0 can only dream of.
· Rivals wish they were as rich and popular as Nami, but no one can immitate her assertive style, her talent, stamina, funky scripts, and - let’s be honest - the signature hair color, too. The queen of porn is impossible to remove from her throne and whoever even tries... goes bankrupt!
💋 USOPP
· Truly the OG icon adult actor in terms of vibes and humor. Usopp spends half of his life in the industry, to be honest. His career is abnormally extended compared to many of his contemporaries in several decades, and he’s proud of it. In it for life! He’s taking it easy.
· Luffy is taking 5+ scene requests per week and drowns in women while Usopp does one detailed shoot per week or month and done. Preparation makes a set appealing and homely, Usopp knows this.
· He actually prefers doing longer movie-style porn every now and then, once everything comes together so to speak. Usopp brags in interviews that his production level is galactically expensive and takes extreme effort.
· The media is on fire after that. It’s like when the Beatles said they surpassed Jesus. Seems like other porn actors are triggered by his confidence, huh.
· While it’s true that adult entertainers like Zoro, Luffy, or Nami extend about the same effort when it comes down to it, they do this almost every day after all, Usopp does put a lot of extra stuff into his art that you can’t find anywhere else. Fancy angles, better costumes, international locations. He doesn’t want to be generic or follow a formula like some machine.
· Say, Zoro has a whole routine for his shoots. Usopp tends to improvise more. Which is less efficient but more ‚sparkling‘ with ideas. That also means he benefits from more experienced actresses who can be flexible without boundaries being trampled all over the place: Being spontaneous yet situationally adequate in porn is a superpower.
· So, Usopp always does the midrange in terms of how old his hires are. He often directs without participating (too scared) so he can play around with those dynamics a bit. But usually, the actresses aren’t extremely young nor too mature. His viewers like how Usopp is the missing link there, the couples he casts aren’t as polarizing.
· He does a lot of boyfriend-girlfriend roleplays as a natural consequence. It’s amateur porn with flashy props and good cameras. People love this whole romantic bf series he has going as of lately.
· Took him a lot of hurdles, but he has the staying power (heh). Probably because he doesn’t have many pet peeves and tries just about anything D/s-wise. That diversifies his whole profile and doesn’t just confine him to penetration only. Takes off the pressure, introduces the fun.
· Usopp is pretty popular as a kinky soft dom. Communicative, kind, comes up with new stuff all the time. Very much needed in an industry he thinks is going in circles. He brings in the new positions that have viewers do a whole double take.
· He socializes his way through the industry. He’s pretty much everywhere, people like him, that opens doors.
· Usopp is kind of freelancing this to stay flexible. He is hired if someone needs a little pep in their step, though. His dirty talk is fun over insulting, boredom is basically absent as soon as he enters the set in the morning. Gosh, I love how he’s such a smooth talker there. Usopp makes everyone feel welcome. He doesn’t like how newcomers are often feeling excluded. Usopp smartly breaks up and firmly closed circles and veteran friend groups with positive jokes as soon as he notices them form on set. His social sense is a major contributor to how fast he becomes a rising star. Dude is in every other photo. Work and people ethic on point.
· He does exaggerate his size a bit, but it’s not like anyone has ever complained, so.
· Usopp has a feel for avoiding constant awkward repositioning. He just has this figured out fluidly. Just rolling around and there he goes. Flip her around, no pause.
· He says he got into fist fights over hiring a popular female talent but it’s a lie. The girl just signed the contract so fast that Usopp felt a little cheap, even though he later realizes what a huge compliment that was. Their chemistry even earns then porn pairing of the year at an award show and he regularly does steamy photoshoots with her for promotion.
· From social lubricant to actual lubricant: He’s similar to Zoro and Ace in his body oil usage there. He just loves the shiny surfaces on camera.
· His type for a female co-star is „tight body and a smile“ as he puts it in a podcast. Usopp fucking loves giving transparent interviews and industry insights, actually. The media eats this guy’s talks on Youtube up.
· The atmosphere with him on set is light-hearted and fun. Like Luffy but without the hardcore elements. Usopp doesn’t like the more hard-hitting genres, he wants the laughter and the bump and grind, the cool places where he can set up his camera, and the looking good on screen.
· His speciality is outdoors, by the way, which he often films with Zoro and two female talents. Usopp loves to soak up the sun and just have a lil‘ foursome as a treat. He pretend-saves his female co-stars from bees harmlessly buzzing around.
· Usopp’s viewership is literally 70-80% female. His pretty cock, sexy outfits, and personality have charmed the ladies thoroughly.
💋 ACE
· Now tell me. Who isn’t horny for Ace. You could count those people on two damn pirate hands. This man is definitely not getting overlooked in the industry.
· His material, around 204 videos so far, is successful because rather than just giving people a glimpse of his physicality only, he also reaches through the screen with palpable emotion. Because what always shows through is that he wants his co-star to like him. Which makes Ace come across as more than a sheets performer or some kind of human grunt machine.
· Ace is very charismatic, open, vulnerable, and transparent in dialogues. Unlike what feels like 90% of the industry, he makes it feel so natural, steamy, unobtrusive, and never redundant. With anyone, really. If Ace whispers „please tell me what you want“ in that sexy husky submissive tone, who does not listen up. Like I’m getting goosebumps.
· Portgas D. Ace is the definition of a true porn /star/. There’s a fame aspect involved, and he handles it quite well. If Ace puts on his leather pants, the whole world knows. He walks mainstream red carpets and gets mobbed at porn conventions. If Formula 1 needs to promote a race in Australia, he shows up topless in front of the paparazzi to match the heat of the tarmac. Like this guy has actual brand value off set.
· The camera films him just as much as his various co-stars. His face is never cropped out. Probably filming him tongue deep with his pretty freckled nose dipping into yet another swollen clit. Nice flex, Mister Ace The Face. He has those feet shaking.
· If I was a newcomer talent? I would only book him.
· His body is always perfect. Even without airbrush and filters and editing. Always working out and looking after his health.
· Ace is not an insane powerfucker like Zoro, Luffy, or Usopp. He takes it slow like Sanji.
· The most mindblowing orgasms ensue when Ace uses those pretty fingers of his. The noises he has his filming partners utter when he works them through another peak. He has the highest climax rate in the biz, folks. Ace does not play. If the angle looks nice on camera but sucks for her, he will change it.
· Ace doesn’t like doing anal, and blowjobs are not really his focus, either. Barely doing money shots, he’s mostly pussy only. And obsessed. A bit of deep sucking, okay, but he wants to put his majestic cock where he can make his co-star throb.
· His videos are produced in a way knowing how people think. No bad acting intros. No shitty music. No lingerie gyrating that’s all the same. Cutting straight to fucking balls deep and desperate, horny, yearning moans. Right to the closeups and emotional faces. Right to Ace going all out on the lucky, lucky girl. Meanwhile, the romantic cuteness, talks, and aftercare are always after the throat- or creampie(s) so video watchers feel gratified first and wholesome after. Ace is so smart and anti-cringe about this.
· His videos rack in 200+ Million views and start major porn trends.
· When he does BJ stuff, he likes a little coughing, and slow stuffing. He wants the girl to get all of this. No balls action, just the shaft. Everybody wants to get Ace in their mouth, he can’t even handle all the bookings for male POV oral sessions. His cock is exceptional IRL and on camera. It’s huge, pretty thick, and straight.
· He does a lot of deck chair. And, like Zoro, squat rides, stand and carry. Also like Zoro, even though he loves cunnilingus, 69 is not for him. That one’s for Sanji and Usopp.
· He’s oiled up each time he shoots, by the way.
· When Ace is in a funky mood or watched too much of Buggy’s latest circus porn series, he experiments by putting on bunny or maid outfits. Which are all too small for his massive upper body, so. He has a stylist on set use safety pins to make it work.
· His favorite little trick is thrusting from below once he sees the girl tire out. It’s always very welcome. The subsequent pull has made a lot of eyes roll back, friends. His abdominal muscles tell the story.
· The only viable problem he has with that kind of lifestyle is feeling kind of like… being a lot of people’s favorite piece of muscle meat. Ace‘ trusted doctor at the sexual health clinic he goes to for checks knows about these struggles because Ace often vents in that office.
· His doctor says that taking breaks helps and it’s true. Unloading his complaints on the medic, who’s not a psychologist after all, also doesn’t change situations in retrospect the way Ace wishes.
· Ace later realizes it’s a cycle of his own making: He works out hard to feed into that, to conform, to thrill the expectations of others, be the ideal body, he admits it. The world wants muscles, he creates this physique, the world loves his muscles. He can’t imagine himself slim and admires performers like Koby, Sanji, or Luffy who are more slender and don’t give too much of a damn, at least outwardly.
· Ace journals a lot to get to the bottom (heh) of this. He likes admiration, the gym’s fun, but he decides to include more of his personality in his media outlets already. People gladly do care, but it seems to take them a while to divorce his screen image from the clothed, talking person.
· Privately, he likes to have sex in a romantic way rather than being a little freaky. The fireplace is his obvious choice of location. Comfy, sweet, his element, and gets the clothes off. Ace has tried to replicate that atmosphere on set many times, but it has to be dead silent to be intimate.
· The crackling sounds of the fire, eye contact, the softness of the faux fur on the sofa. He rather shoots those bits in an amateur way. The crew mostly leaves, the camera is intentionally hidden with everyone knowing, and some soft music creates extra chemistry. It’s still not the same as what Ace does in the safety of his own 4 walls.
· Instead he just gives people what they want while doing stuff that’s not too extreme for him to pull off. A new video of him getting his freckles licked has been up. Focus on his face, 30 minutes of footage. So good.
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FINAL NOTE. several specific ‘OP characters kinks/ONE PIECE men as subs’ ideas i already burned through in a previous post, so i figured this headcanon is more about “how would they show their sexual side in public = the porn industry > rather than privately” as a counterpart to it. tell me what you liked, and share with reblogs to help a writer out 💞
The wind whips across the roof of the WSQK building, carrying the metallic tang of an impending storm and something fouler underneath, like rot seeping up from the ground. The demogorgon’s cables hum faintly under Robin’s fingers as she double checks connections for the tenth time, her low, absent minded hum - some half remembered Bowie riff - the only sound between you besides the distant chirp of crickets.
She’s been quiet in that particular Robin way: busy, fidgety, but not panicked. Until now.
“You think it’ll work?” Her voice comes out raspy and low, worry bleeding through despite her best effort. “The plan…?”
You force a smile that feels more like a grimace. “I mean… I have to believe it will. Because if it doesn’t-”
“We die.” She finishes it for you, blunt as a hammer.
You snap your mouth shut, nodding once. The silence stretches thin and sharp. Robin exhales hard through her nose, hands stalling on the wires. She stares out at the bruised indigo horizon like it might give her answers.
Then, almost like the words tripped out on their own, “I’m gonna die a virgin.”
You freeze. A startled huff of laughter bubbles up before you can stop it, and you turn, eyebrows shooting up. Robin blinks back at you, innocent for half a second until horror floods her face.
“Oh my God did I just say that out loud?”
You nod, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning wider. Her cheeks are blooming pink, creeping down her neck.
“Jesus, Robin.” She smacks her own forehead lightly, eyes squeezing shut, nose scrunching in that ridiculously endearing way. “You always do this. You don’t think before you speak and you make things weird.”
“Robin, it’s fine.” You manage between quiet laughs, chest lighter than it’s been in days.
She exhales shakily and shoots you a small, still embarrassed smile, then ducks back to the cables like nothing happened.
“What about Steve?” You tease, half joking. “I’m sure he’d be happy to do you the favor.”
Robin lets out a startled laugh, sharp and surprised, then her expression softens into something raw, almost mournful. She looks at you, really looks, and your teasing grin falters.
“Nah, not Steve. I uh-” She drags in a breath, eyes drifting back to the sky. “I don’t really… swing that way.”
The words hang there. There’s silence again, longer this time, and you feel your heart thudding hard against your ribs.
You swallow. “Um… me neither.”
Robin’s gaze snaps back to you. Her throat bobs as she searches your face like she’s waiting for the punchline. You just nod, a shy little smile tugging at your lips.
“Oh.” She whispers. “Cool.” She clears her throat, clearly trying to sound casual, but her voice cracks right on the word and she winces like she’s betrayed herself.
You both laugh, small, nervous giggles filling the air between you. Then the quiet settles again, heavier now. Charged.
Robin’s fingers twitch on the cables. She doesn’t look away this time.
“I just… I don’t wanna die without-” She stops, cheeks flaming again. “You know… Without knowing… what it’s like.”
Your mouth goes dry and you glance toward the ladder leading downstairs. Voices murmur faintly below, the others still prepping, but up here it’s just the two of you with the wind and the end of the world ticking closer.
You step closer, close enough that you can see the faint freckles across her nose and the way her lashes flutter when she’s nervous.
“Robin…” Your voice is softer than you mean it to be.
She swallows hard. “Yeah?”
You don’t really plan the next part. Your hand finds hers, her fingers cold and trembling just a little, but she doesn’t pull away.
“I don’t want to die without knowing either.” You admit, barely whispering the words.
Her eyes go wide and deer-like, all pupil and wonder. This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen her, and God, she’s beautiful; sweat already beading at her temples from the humid night, strands of hair sticking to her skin in messy curls.
She lets out a shaky breath. “You… you mean…?”
You nod, heart hammering.
She licks her bottom lip, then bites it, hard. Her eyes squeeze shut for a second like she’s steeling herself, and when they open again, they’re glassy, determined.
“Okay.” She whispers. “Okay.”
The first kiss is clumsy. Teeth click, noses bump, and you both freeze. Then, you dissolve into quiet, breathless laughter against each other’s mouths.
“Sorry.” She mumbles.
“Don’t be.”
You try again, slower this time. Softer. Her lips are warm, slightly hesitant, parting on a tiny gasp when your tongue brushes hers. You can faintly taste the cherry chapstick she keeps stealing from Nancy. Her hands find your waist, and you slide yours up her arms, feeling the tremor running through her.
You pull back just enough to breathe. “We don’t have to-”
“I want to.” She rushes out. “I really, really want to. With you.”
That cracks something open in your chest.
You guide her down to the rough concrete roof, jackets spread underneath like a half assed blanket. The wind tugs at your clothes, but the heat building between you drowns it out.
She’s shaking now, full body tremors she can’t hide. You kiss her again, slower, deeper, until she’s melting against you, small breathy sounds slipping out every time your lips move together.
You slide one hand under her shirt, slowly, giving her time to stop you. She doesn’t. She just watches you, cheeks scarlet, eyes huge and trusting. When your hands skim her bare skin she gasps, sharp but quiet. You trace the line of her ribs, feeling her heart slamming under your palm.
“Robin?” You murmur against her throat. She whimpers. It’s barely audible, but it sends heat straight through you.
You kiss lower, her neck, the soft skin of her collarbone. She arches, back bowing, fingers digging into your shoulders. Her moans are just breathy whispers, barely stifled gasps that hitch every time you find a sensitive spot. “Oh-oh God-”
You slide a hand down her stomach, pausing at the waistband of her jeans. “This okay?”
She nods frantically, biting her lip so hard it’s white. But her eyes are screwed shut.
“Robin? Robin, look at me, angel.”
The pet name hits her like a spark. A small, helpless whimper escapes, loud enough that she slaps a hand over her mouth right after, mortified.
You smile against her skin. “You’re so pretty like this.”
She peeks at you through her lashes, wide eyed and trembling, sweat-damp hair clinging to her temples. She looks beautiful in a way that makes your chest ache.
You work her jeans open with fumbling fingers, both of you awkward, giggling when the zipper sticks, whispering apologies and encouragements between kisses. When your hand finally slips inside, she jerks, and her gasps turn into tiny, broken sounds. “Wait-wait, that’s-” Her hips cant up instinctively.
You move slowly, careful and exploratory, watching her face the whole time. The way her mouth falls open, brows knit, breath coming in shallow pants.
She’s so wet it surprises you both. She makes a tiny, embarrassed noise, but you kiss it away.
“Feels good?” You whisper.
She nods, jerky and desperate. “So good-fuck-”
You find a rhythm of gentle circles, then firmer when she starts rocking into your hand. Her moans stay soft and whispery, little “ah”s and “please”s and your name on every other breath.
She’s trembling harder now, legs shaking, fingers twisted in your shirt. But her eyes stay locked on yours like you’re the only thing keeping her here.
“I’m-” She gasps, voice cracking. “I think I’m-”
You kiss her hard, swallowing the cry that tears out of her when she cums. It’s quiet but intense, her whole body locking up, then shuddering apart in waves. She clings to you, face buried in your neck, breath hot and ragged against your skin. When she finally stills, she’s boneless; panting, flushed, hair a wreck. You press soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, every sliver of skin you can find.
Eventually she lets out a shaky laugh. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” You agree, grinning. “Holy shit.”
She turns her face into your shoulder, still trembling faintly. “We’re not dead yet.”
“Not yet.” You echo, holding her tighter.
The uncertainty of Hawkins’ future, and whether any of you will survive it, still looms over everything. And Vecna is waiting.
But right now, up here on the roof, it’s just the two of you; sweaty, awkward, alive.
warnings/tags: smut (18+), unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk
divider by @plutism
you've always been so careful, so meticulous in the way you both make sure to use protection to prevent any stds or accidental pregnancies.
when dick comes to you one night with his test results from the clinic and it reveals he's clean, he's fucking insatiable. you had already known you were clean from getting tested right after your previous partner and you've been with no one except for him.
you're loyal to him, and he's loyal to you. the way you gasp harmonizes perfectly with his deep groan as he slowly sinks into you, your pussy sucking him in as he thrusts into you without a condom on for the first time.
"fuck," he practically whimpers. "you're so wet— so warm."
you can feel all of him; feel every bump and ridge of his cock as he pulls back just to roll his hips back into you. your head ends up tossed back, jaw slack in pure pleasure as he fucks you deep and hard into the couch cushions— he just couldn't wait to have you.
"i'm gonna cum in you, yeah?" dick grunts as he thrusts deep into you, balls pressing against your ass as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. "you like that? i'm gonna fuck a baby deep into this pussy."
you mewl, head nodding dumbly in agreeance despite knowing he can't, but the thought of dick wanting to breed you has you close to seeing stars.
his hands grip your thighs hard, the soft fat giving way to his slender fingers as he keeps you right where he wants you. drool seeps out of the corner of your mouth, slowly trailing down your cheek and meeting the tears that have left your eyes as soon as dick started thrusting into you with no inhibitions. you're right there, and you know dick is too when his pace starts to falter ever so slightly.
"fuck, yes dick," you moan, voice sweetened like honey as your inevitable orgasm teeters on the edge. "cum inside me. fuck! please, please put a baby in me," you babble.
you grasp his shoulders and pull him towards you so his chest is flush with your own and bring him into a heated kiss. he moans against your lips, and then his hips are stuttering until he thrusts into you as deep as he possibly can.
his cum coats your walls, warmth accompanied by the throbbing of his cock causing you to meet your own end as your pussy clenches down on him, muscles spasming. he sloppily kisses you through it, moans and whimpers escaping his lips in soft breaths against your own as you both relish in the feeling of being so close to one another.
he pushes his cock into you again, sending his cum deeper into you with the movement and earning a muffled squelch from between your legs as you let out a soft moan. he let's his cock soften inside you, using it as a plug as he leans back just enough to look into your eyes.
"i'm never fucking you with a condom again," he breathlessly tells you.
you can't help but nod in agreement as you gently laugh.
Ace watches your face intently as he rocks his hips into you, admiring the way you look when he's fucking you. He thinks you are so beautiful and raw under him like this that he can't wait to make you fall apart.
When your pussy clenches around him and your words start to slur together he knows you're close. He shushes your desperate whimpers, promising you he's going to make you cum. Ace reaches a hand between you to rub at your clit, letting out an amused hum when you whine at the pressure. You're sensitive and your nerves are on fire at the contact. He hasn't even looked down to where he's touching you, so focused on the way your pretty face tenses as you approach your orgasm. He loves how responsive you are when he touches you. He keeps his hand going while you cum, playing with your pussy until you push his hands away from the sensitivity.
Crocodile - Hair
Crocodile sits shirtless on the sofa, leaning back with his hard cock out of his trousers. You kneel next to him on the cushions, slightly nervous of how you're going to even fit him in your mouth. You've sucked him off many times but you're still intimidated by his size. He asks if you're ok as he caresses your cheek with his hand. As soon as you nod in response to his question his hand slides to your hair, gripping a handful and pulling you down so your mouth hovers over his cock. He keeps a tight hold of your locks as you work him into your mouth. He lets out a deep groan as he guides you on his cock, showing you the pace he wants. Once you're able to keep the pace by yourself, he relaxes his grip but doesn't let go of your hair.
Law - Back
He's a real softie so he can't help that his favourite position is you riding him. Law loves the way you take the lead but he's still in control, he loves the way your tits look when you bounce on his cock, and he loves the way you look down at him in awe of how good he feels inside of you. You take him so well and respond to his gruff voice when he tells you to slow down or speed up.
He keeps his hands on your hips at first until your thighs start to shake and your movements begin to slow. You don't even have to beg him to take over because he snakes his hands around to your back and pulls you flush against him before you can even get a word out. he lifts you slightly so he has room to plant his feet and fuck up into you. It feels special and intimate to hold your body so close to his, and he hides his flushed face in the crook of your neck as he coaxes you to your first orgasm of the night.
Mihawk - Wrists
Mihawk has you up against the wall of his castle, holding both hands behind your back by the wrists. You try to move your hips against the thigh he has wedged between your legs, but you can't get the friction right, and you cry out in frustration. He feigns cluelessness and asks you what's wrong, darkly smiling as you whine about how you can't get off. You struggle against his grip, desperate to have him touch you where you need him most, but it's no use.
He keeps one hand holding your wrist and uses the other one to pull his cock free. He asks you if you're going to be good and after a nod from you, he readjusts his position as pushes his cock into you, enjoying the way your moan echoes through the large building. With his hand holding your wrists behind your back, you have no way to brace yourself and your face ends up pressed against the cold stone. You don't complain about it though, he filling you up too well to care.
Nami - Thighs
Nami laughs from between your legs as you squirm against the sheets. She could eat you out for hours just to hear the cute noises you make. Even though you've been together for a while, you're still nervous about sex with Nami. She's so confident in herself that she intimidates you.
Nami hasn't touched you yet, taking a moment to appreciate your naked form. When her eyes linger on your pussy for a second too long you try to close your legs in embarrassment but Nami moves fast and grabs your thighs forcing them apart to make room for her face. She briefly scolds you for keeping her from seeing her favourite thing in the world and lowers her face to your cunt. She digs her nails slightly into your skin as she licks over your clit. The way she moans against your pussy has you pushing your hips into her face to get even more. Nami remains unfazed, using her grip to keep you in place as she takes you apart with her tongue.
Reiju - Ass
When Reiju tells you to sit on her face, she means sit on it. none of that hovering bullshit will satisfy her. She wants to taste you more than anything but you just won't listen to her and insist that you'll suffocate her or crush her face - to which she responds that she doesn't see a problem with either of those options.
Sick and tired of your whining and determined to show you a good time, Reiju grabs two handfuls of your ass cheeks and parts them so she can get better access to your hole. In a swift show of strength, she pulls you down against her face, tongue finding your hole immediately. A quick slap to the ass acts as a silent instruction from Reiju to rock yourself against her face. Now that worries have somewhat subsided, you oblige, moving your hips.
Robin - Everywhere
Robin has unlimited hands, which means unlimited ways to please you and hold you. She kneels on bed between your spread legs that are being held open by two stray arms. Similarly, two hands are pinning your wrists down and two more are groping at your chest. Her real hands are focus on your pussy, fingers thrusting and curling inside you. Her smile is soft as she leans over you to kiss you, not stopping her fingers. She shushes you as you whimper at her. She tells you to be quiet in case someone walks in but you don't know if you can.
The added stimulation on your chest combined with Robin's fingers being knuckle deep inside you has you barrelling towards an orgasm embarrassingly fast. Feeling you clench around her fingers, Robin summons another hand to cover your mouth so you don't moan too loudly. She focuses most of her energy on her real hands twisting and pumping enough to make you cum as hard as possible. She has a hrin on her face as she watches your body tense up and juices flood her hand.
Sanji - hands
Ever the hopeless romantic, Sanji likes to take things slowly with you. He was a total virgin when you first started dating and he's loved learning to please you and getting the chance to figure out what makes your body squirm. He's an enthusiastic lover who sees sex as a show of his utter devotion to you.
He whispers affirmations and sweet pet names as ge pushes his cock into you. Almost instinctively, he reaches out to your hands and interlocks your fingers. You can tell by the way his hands squeeze yours that he's just as, if not more, affected by the way your pussy squeezes him. He keeps your hands intertwined above your head as he rocks hips despite his sensitivity, repeating how much he loves you over and over again.
Tashigi - hips
Tashigi was inexperienced but, through some fun explorations with you, had figured out she preferred to put on a strap and take you to cloud 9. She's a service top, deriving pleasure from pleasing you. She's had you beneath her, instructing her on where to kiss and lick and bite to mark you up the way you like it.
She's learned in your short time together how to make you comfortable so when she turns you over onto your hands and knees, she makes sure to tuck a pillow under your hips and smooth a hand down your spine to make sure you're not in an awkward position. Her hands settle at your hips as she pushes her strap into you. The way you moan out as she thrusts her hips goes straight to her core, and she tightens her grip on your hips. When you whimper out a plea to go faster, she doesn't hesitate using her strength to hold your hips still so she can get you at a good angle. She hears your cry of pleasure into the pillows on her bed and throws her concentration into hitting the right spot that's going to have you shaking under her. Her grip is so tight against your skin that it might leave marks when you're done, the thought of which pushes you closer and closer to your orgasm.
Zoro - mouth
Sex with Zoro is always filthy and intimate. You can feel him everywhere in your surroundings and he defiles your pretty body with cum, sweat and saliva. His favourite part of your body is your mouth; he loves when you talk back to him or another crewmember, he loves the blissful satisfied smile that you reserve only for him and he loves the way your pretty lips look stretching to accommodate his huge cock.
He's laid you down on your back and is fingering you open, sucking at your clit. When you beg for his cock he promises you you'll get it, he's just gotta stretch you out first. You cum pretty quickly, Zoro's intensity has you riled up. He helps you work through your orgasm before removing his fingers from you. Instead of locking his own fingers clean, he sucks some of your juices off and then holds his fingers - covered in a mix of your cum and his saliva to your lips.
He tells you that if you're a good girl and suck his fingers clean that he'll finally fuck you the way you want. You accept his fingers into your mouth and suck, bobbing your head slightly as if you were sucking his duck. Zoro's breath hitches as you run your tongue over the pads of his fingers. He pushes his fingers slightly further into your mouth as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. He doesn't move his fingers from your warm wet mouth, using them as a - really hot - makeshift gag to keep you quiet. Watching your muffled squeals around his fingers as he finally bottoms out inside you almost breaks his self control when it comes to sex.
