This is a safe and inclusive space where all people, including members of the LGBTQIA+ community, can express their sexuality through art and poetry. We offer support and encouragement for diverse experiences and values. Respectful communication is encouraged, and hate speech, misogyny, and racism will not be tolerated. Please show respect towards me and others, and do not copy, repost, or translate my work without permission. We prioritize a respectful and friendly environment, so let's avoid causing dramatic situations.
About spoilers: this blog is usually tends to be spoilers free at least in fanfiction ( i can't promise about anything I reblog); if spoilers are there in any of my works, it will be mentioned above.
I write for
one piece
bleach
jjk
Naruto
Masterlist
All my works can be found under their tag of #thepretentiousrizzmaster
and my stupidity can be found under #aryarantsaboutmen.
“you really thought you could piss me off like that and get away with it, huh?”
nanami growls low in your ear, his voice steady but edged with that quiet fury as he bends you over in front of the full length mirror, your sweaty palms slapping against the glass for support.
you’d snapped at him earlier over some stupid argument, pushing his buttons until he snapped back. not with words, nanami could never raise his voice at you— but with this: ripping your panties aside and slamming his fat cock into your dripping pussy without warning.
“haaahh...! kentooo! too big— fuck!” you sob, eyes already watering as he was pounding you from behind, hips snapping so hard, his thick girth stretching you wide, abusing your tight walls with every brutal thrust.
you were already making a mess on his pistoning dick, your cream froths at his base, your juices squelching so loud as he pounds your cunt, dripping down your thighs and coating his balls in messy strings.
he’s so fucking big. towering over you, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangles in your hair, forcing your head up. “look at yourself,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck, all gentle coaxing even as he rails you senseless.
“watch how good you take me, baby. see that pretty pussy creaming all over my dick?” you try to look away, feeling overwhelmed, but he yanks your hair harder, shoving two thick fingers into your mouth to shut you up.
“nuh-uh. eyes on the mirror. suck on these while i fuck you deeper.” you drool around them instantly, your tongue lolling out, sobbing. “mmphh— k-ken— please.. mmnghh!”
he slaps your ass hard, the sting making you clench tighter. his cockhead kisses your cervix over and over, bullying that spot until your legs shake, making your vision blur, eyes crossing from how good he’s fucking you.
“that’s it, feel me right there? you love it when i fuck you hard like this, don’t you? was i too gentle with you all the time, love?” he whispers, one hand snaking around to press against the bulge of his cock on your stomach, making you scream.
nanami hold you tighter, kissing your shoulder softly before gripping and pulling your face back to face him so he can spit right on your parted lips, the warm glob sliding down your chin.
you whine, loving it, lapping at his fingers greedier as he spits again- straight into your open mouth this time, mixing with your drool. “swallow it. good girl— fuck, you’re so wet, listen to that sloppy cunt.”
you can’t take it anymore so you try to push him away, tapping out on his right thigh, too overwhelmed from how hard he’s pounding into you but nanami’s not having it.
“where you think you’re going?” he snarls, yanking you back by the hips and thrusting even harder and faster, the slap of skin echoing like gunshots. “take it. fuck, take every inch.”
you wail loud, “aahhh! kento— oh god! too muuch— ahh! c-can’t—!” collapsing face down onto the floor, ass up, but he just follows, mounting you in pronebone like a dog in heat, riding your ass with delicious strokes, balls slapping your puffy clit until you’re a dumb, babbling mess.
your tongue lolled out, eyes crossed, sobbing into the carpet as you cream hard around him again, squirting messily.
“shiiit— gonna cum inside you” he groans, voice cracking just a bit, slamming deep one last time before flooding your pussy with hot thick ropes of cum— so much it overflows, leaking out in creamy globs around his still thrusting cock.
but he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t stop. instead, he flips you onto your back effortlessly on the floor, hooking your legs over his shoulders, eyes dark and focused on your fucked out face as he lines up his cock again.
“i’m not done with you, sweetheart. this greedy little cunt needs more. gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, till you’re sorry for real.”
older bf!nanami making you squirt for the first time…
He has your legs spread, body naked and vulnerable, his thick fingers plunged deep inside of you as he slowly drags them over your g-spot, your poor, needy pussy clenching around him. You squirm in his lap, heavy breaths making the room hot and head dizzy. His other hand slowly rubbed your clit, following the same pace of his two fingers that were working inside you. He was always the type to help build up your orgasm, taking his time with you, watching you slowly fall into the pit of lust and ecstasy. He loved watching you become desperate, your body submitting to his touch, getting you so worked up to the point you can’t do anything but cum.
He listens to the way your breath waivers and your whimpers get louder, letting him know just what drives you up the wall. And he’s successful every time, leaving you a moaning, shaking mess. Only this time, you notice he purposefully curls his fingers to hook your g-spot. It’s not like he hasn’t before, but he’s constantly doing it, and slowly too. It feels different, too different. The pressure makes you squirm, each time he presses against it, it feels like you have to pee.
“Mmmph—Ken…can we stop for a second it feels like I’m gonna pee,” you shyly say. He doesn’t release his grip on you, if anything it only gets stronger. And his fingers? They’re moving faster, harder, deeper. “W-wait! Ken! I’m serious! I think I’m gonna pee!” You squeal, toes curling, a rush of embarrassment washing over you at the thought of peeing all over your boyfriend. He presses on your clit a little harder, rubbing faster.
Your whimpers turn into moans, brows furrowing as the pressure builds up, increasing each second. Each brush of his fingers has you threatening to explode everywhere. “K-Ken! You’re going too fast! Just let me use—ahhhh! Oh my god! I can’t…hold it! I’m sorry!” You meekly say, your pussy gushing everywhere. But was it really you peeing? It can’t be? Your legs are shaking and your body feels light, almost like…did he just make you squirt?
He keeps rubbing your puffy, sensitive clit, clear liquid still erupting from your poor cunt, soaking your thighs and your boyfriend’s lap. He pulls his fingers out from your sopping cunt, your juices dribbling down. “W-what…the fuck?” You ask between heavy breaths, your brain feels like complete mush.
Your boyfriend chuckles in your ear, his large palm lightly smacking your pussy, bumping your clit. “I knew you could do it, sweetheart.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Y-you planned this?” You ask, legs quivering, body twitching each time he glides his fingertips over your slit.
“You’re so cute,” he laughed. “I need to pee! I need to pee!” He said mockingly. “My poor baby has never squirted before.”
“Stop!” You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, turning away from him.
“Did you feel good? You felt that oh so sweet release? Your body letting go?” He whispered in your ear, peppering kisses down your neck. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as his fingers still toyed with you. “Good. Now I want you to do it on my cock next.”
cw… creampie, plan b, some plot, nipple play, breast play, jerking off, hook up, alcohol induced sex, under the influence, not edited, etc…
notebook… I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS HUNK OF A MAN! So yeah I’ve been gone, frankly my health has gotten worse plus school so I haven’t been in the best spot. Got this done while studying for an exam thanks for staying yall.
“I would have to disagree with you, see, as an economist…” There you were, sitting in front of the most influential political commentator, Hasan Piker. You had watched plenty of his streams, agreed with many, and disagreed with a few. He reached out to you; perhaps it was because your name was being mentioned in abundance. You were the young rising star, being asked for your own stance on the current administration, specifically economics.
“Frankly, your problem is that you think far too optimistically of the average American's comprehension of the market.” Handsome he was, and the way he spoke could impress even the highest of individuals. He was called many names, socialist and liberal, when he really is a leftist, communist, misogynistic, and other names. He was dressed in a brown suit, stylish as ever. His glasses on his face and the perfectly groomed beard.
“It can be done; I do think highly of the average American people. Where we can agree is that to make a difference is to change both parties, which has been proven nearly impossible.” You were a natural in front of the camera; you were not the type to speak in a complicated manner. Your whole existence and career were to make economics accessible to all classes of people in this diverse nation.
The two of you debated back and forth for almost an hour, his chat exploding. It was all split; some enjoyed your presence, others did not, and people hated Hasan or loved him. You reached the point where you answered one last time, and he began to close up. He got up and walked over to you, offering a hand.
“It has been a pleasure; greatly appreciated that you took up my offer.” He was kind; he was known for being brash and unapologetic. It was the type of individual he was. You found your cheeks warming up the moment he offered his hand to shake. You were slow and deliberate, not wanting your hand to be sweaty. You shook his and flashed a smile.
“Of course, I enjoyed this experience. Do reach out if you desire another opportunity to debate me.” He chuckled at your statement; the way you two still held one another’s hands was strange. No one wanted to let go in a strange way. It was quiet staring into his eyes while he stared at yours. He cleared his voice and pulled his hand away.
“Would you like to get a beer? It’s late; might as well offer.” He tried to let go of his professionalism. He knew you were a small Hasanabi head; he did not need to hide his true nature. He waited for your response; he enjoyed talking to someone intellectually similar to him.
“I am in need of a drink; I am not used to the West California area. Do you have a place in mind?” Nearly all economists lived on the East Coast, you included. You only flew in for a few events in the California area and this debate.
“I know a great place; I’ll pay.” He spoke, “Give me a second to inform my team I’ll be leaving.” You hummed, and he walked away. In seconds he returned with his car keys; you knew this would be a fun night; you needed a drink.
You shouldn’t have drunk as much as you did, and neither should he. The tension you two had from the debate, after it, and the bar was let out. You two stumbled into your large hotel room, your arms fumbling with his belt buckle. You walking backwards, his lips against yours, his arms around your waist. He was extremely muscular.
“Living room?” He asked between deep, long kisses; it was clear you two couldn’t make it to the bedroom. He knew you could afford a hotel that was nearly an apartment. It was clean and lived in. He lowered his hands from your waist to your ass; with ease, he lifted you up.
“Is that what your muscles are for?” You joked, whispering against his ear. He couldn’t help shaking his head.
“What can you say? I like women.” He humored you back; he reached the couch of the living room area of the hotel room. He sat down, and you were on his lap. The two of you are making out with passion, the taste of liquor lingering with each kiss. His lips were soft; his beard gently scratched your face.
“Clearly…” Your hands lowered back to his expensive belt, while he slowly removed your top. The two of you wanted this despite being extremely drunk. His hand went to the back of your bra with ease, and with one hand he undid it. “An expert, I see.”
“Of course, bras are a nuisance.” He responded; there he began to fondle your breast. He massaged them and carefully would pinch the nipples. You attempted to hold back moans, not desiring to be too loud, especially in a hotel. On his lap, you had to work trying to get his pants undone. They looked amazing on him, beige, which matched the entire outfit.
“Extremely experienced—mhm…fuck…” You gasped out and threw your head back, stopping right then and there from attempting to get his cock out of his pants. You could see the outline, his erection clear as day. You bit your lip and continued to try and get him free. He did not stop his attacks on your breast; he knew how to play with them. Leaving you out of breath, the world was already spinning from you being drunk; now you held this want…for him to let you ride him.
There, as your hands moved the leather out of the way, you quickly undid the first two buttons and then a zipper. White pristine boxers with the most tasteful outline of his large cock. You knew he was large, just from his mirror pics from his Instagram. Right when your hands reached the boxers, he pulled your nipple, causing your body to lean onto him. You grabbed his shoulder with a moan louder than before.
“Oh, is this the sweet spot?” He teased you; he enjoyed the way your body used his for support.
“You are making this—oh god! More difficult than it…mhm…needs to be.”
“Clearly you want to ride me, making this fun for you.”
“Hardly, this is fun—f-f-f-fuck, just let me get fucked by you.” It was a clear plea; he enjoyed it. This was fun; he was drunk, just as drunk as you, maybe a little less. Either way, he and you were extremely intoxicated; there was no filter.
“As you wish, Princess.” He let go of your nipples, allowing you to sit up once more. He continued to play with your breast, small whimpers forcing themselves out. You finally reached the hole between the boxers and his cock. The moment you moved the hole, it sprung out with such force it caused your lips to part ways and let out a gasp of surprise. “Bigger than you thought?”
“Yes…” He let out the smoothest of laughs, his hand raised up to your head and almost patting it.
“Come on…touch it, spit on it if you want.” Your cheeks felt warm; you moved your hands to his large cock. The moment you placed it around the base of his cock, it splurted precum from the tip. He groaned at the way your hands felt quite cold against his warm and throbbing cock. You moved a little on his lap, slouching a little, and spat on it.
There you began to move your hand; you twisted and pumped, attempting to get it covered in your spit. The way your hands moved had Hasan's head thrown against the back of the couch. His glasses were no longer straight; they were crooked, and hardly he looked presentable; neither did you.
“We don’t have condoms.” You let out; he raised his head up to see you actively pumping his throbbing cock. The erection reaches a point of pain and pleasure.
“I’ll pull out.” You hummed there was no protest, the way his eyes were glazed watching you, and your eyes were filled with lust. The alcohol was there; it was one of many factors as to the reason you landed here, about to ride his cock.
“I’ll get a Plan B.” There was a laugh shared between you, after all you two shared the same views. If you were to get pregnant, here in California it would be allowed and in your home state. You did not stop moving your hand while the two of you discussed the issue at hand.
There you felt him work on getting your pencil skirt raised. You looked professional before all of this; now you were a mess just like him. Your skirt lifted above your thighs, your panties shifted out of the way. The moment he moved the panties to the side, your lips parted to gasp; the cold air felt like a sharp touch.
“Come on…don’t be shy.”
“I am not…” You muttered as you began to hover over his cock. You held it in your hand while using your knees to stay up.
“You’re hesitating.” He teased.
“So what—AH!” You felt him thrust up and the first half of his cock being shoved inside you. The way your body had to use his to stay up. He chuckled; you slowly sunk in the rest while holding his shoulders with your hands. He groaned at the meticulous manner in which you moved down; you two were silently sitting there for a minute. “You’re an asshole.”
“Perhaps.” He could feel the way your hands held each side of his body. His shoulders were tense, the digging of your nails painful despite the hidden pleasure he felt. He found himself biting his bottom lip; you haven’t moved an inch yet, and here you are causing him to malfunction.
“Okay… I am going to move.” He nodded his head, his hands rested on your sides. There you began to move slowly and deep. Whimpers were the only sound you made while he attempted to stop himself from moaning. Simply by you being slow and deliberate, you had him as weak as could be; his bottom lip hurt as he continued to bite heavily on it.
Your spit and your wetness allowed the riding to be easier than if you did not. It was slow, and you continued to dig your nails in each of his shoulders. His hands were tight on you; he kept you up and balanced. You were incapable of moving quickly; he was so large, and you were not properly prepped; it hurt just a bit. Your adjustment happened while you moved your hips up and down.
“So…fucking big.” You cursed near his ear; it was a soft curse overpowered by your sounds of pleasure. The way your voice caused him to lose it, he bit his lip, and blood began to seep down it. He stared at you, raising a hand; he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a rough kiss. The metal of his blood mixing with one another kiss. You slowed the pace down of your hips to focus on the kiss, unknowingly frustrating him. During the deep and messy kiss, he thrust up between movements. “FUCK!”
You fell into his chest once more; he wrapped his arms around your waist, his large biceps keeping you in place. With his strength, he lifted you only a little, enough for him to thrust. He began to thrust into you, keeping you close. Your head fell between the crook of his neck, the blood and drool you two shared slipping down your mouth.
“Just take it, princess.” He whispered to you between grunts; you nodded in pure bliss. He was taking control, and you loved it. You were being fucked as if you were only a hole, even if he held you like the most delicate item in the world. The slapping of his balls against you echoed through the hotel room. You no longer attempted to hide your moans through whimpers; you were moaning fully.
“Y-yes!” The desperation from your voice is evident. He continued to buckle his hips; his legs were strong to be able to do this. He practically was lifting you while thrusting into you and keeping you in place. For him it was a full workout while all you had to do was be held and be fucked. Your eyes were glossy; you closed your eyes from the glossiness, and there your tears slipped down the crook of his neck.
“Such a perfect pussy.” Those words ignited a flame within you, your throbbing pussy clenching tightly on his cock that thrusts itself in the deep he so desired. You moaned louder than ever and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close. A groan of pleasure followed his movement when he slowed his pace. He wasn’t sloppy like the few men you fucked right before they came. He was precise; he actively thrust deep inside you. Not a single inch of his cock was outside of you when he thrust up.
The slowness kept your head lightheaded; clearly, he has been fucking you longer than your mind could comprehend, each thrust removing your ability to think. He was close; you were reaching the peak with him. Your thighs started to become uncomfortably tight; the arms around his neck moved to his thick dark hair and pulled, forcing his head to go back.
“Keep…going…ah-like.” Those words you muttered against him gave him an ego boost no man such as himself should have. Like most men who listen to that, they would speed up; he was not new to this; he kept the pace you told him you liked. If this was making you weak, he was doing something right. The tighter your thighs got, the closer you placed your bare chest against him. The arching of your back caused him to keep his grip tight.
A small twitch you felt within yourself; you gasped at the twitch. He tried to lift you after that twitch, except his body began to spasm, his cum seeping into your pussy at a quickened pace. You fell into his body, your hand letting go of his hair and your arms tightening to the point you were slightly choking him. He moaned while you were breathing heavily against his neck.
“You…” you gasped out only that singular word; your body was exhausted, and you were still buzzed. The room spun, and the way you were falling apart on top of him became overwhelming. “Are you going to pay for my Plan B?”
“Deal.” He breathed out with a chuckle, leaving you to laugh alongside him. “How about after we sober up?”
he's whispering pure filth in your ears with each drag of his hips, squelching sounds filling the empty space in the room from how much you're gushing around him, muscles straining to accommodate his length.
"don't hide your face sweetheart, let me see my pretty girl," he says as you bring your hands up to your face, one hand gently prying yours away to reveal your flushed complexion, glassy eyes and spit-slicked lips that could only whimper. "why're you so quiet, love? did i fuck you too hard, is that it, hm? can my intelligent girl not think anymore because she's too busy getting dicked down?"
"ah!–mmnh..n-noo...'can th-think.." you moaned, trying your best to formulate a whole sentence, making him chuckle breathlessly.
"can you, haahh sweetie? what day is it, can you tell me that?"
"mmhh...uuh...'s...s'october.." words slurred into each other with each thrust as a hand—you couldn't even tell whose, trailed down to toy with your puffy clit, eliciting a cute whine from your mouth.
"my love, mmm, that's–that isn't even the right month, have i truly fucked you dumb?" his breath hitched when your walls tightened around him, taking you to another orgasm—he'd lost count after three, and couldn't even care.
"s'alright, you don't nhg..don't need to think, okay? just let me do all the smart stuff, i'll take care of aaallll of it, you just lay down and–fuck—and take it, hm?" you could only nod as orgasm after orgasm was taken from you
is the tenth floor high enough?
(divider by @/cafekitsune) im lowk out of fic ideas
hahaha…. ryomen sukuna…. being obsessed with ur boobs… haha.
let’s just say sukuna is a little too obsessed with your boobs too the point where he notices even the littlest things.
He’ll squint, staring at your tits for minutes without you noticing before he says, “you’re getting your period soon aren’t you?”
You’ll turn to him in confusion, brows knitted together. “What?”
“Your tits.” He reaches his hand out, cupping and squeezing them in the palm of his hand like it was the most casual thing to do—in his case it was. “They look fuller.” His thumb brushes over your nipple, earning a small gasp from you. “Sensitive too.”
You swat his hand away. “Cut that out, you freak.”
Every day is like this. Whether he’s examining them like he’s some tit doctor or just admiring them like they’re the most beautiful things on earth, he’s constantly focused on your tits.
You’re talking to him about the cute shoes you saw at the mall, but he’s too busy looking down your shirt to understand a word that comes out your mouth. He’s wondering, is that a new bra?
“Sukuna!” You playfully smack him upside his head. “My eyes are up here you perverted bastard.”
“Sorry…what were you talking about?” He smirks. You sigh in annoyance and roll your eyes.
And don’t think it goes unnoticed when you don’t wear a bra. He’s immediately onto it, laser focus. It’s early morning, you’re making breakfast, eyes heavy with sleep as you cook eggs in the pan.
He walks in, groggily, noticing you—noticing your tits. Your nipples are poking through your shirt. He’s immediately awake. He walks over to greet you, kissing your neck, hands ever so slowly sliding up your shirt.
“What are you doing?” You giggle, putting the eggs onto a plate.
“Can we skip breakfast?” He mumbles against your skin, the cool air making you shiver when he slides your shirt up higher, turning you to face him. You don’t even get a chance to respond before his mouth latches around your nipple, warm tongue circling over the hard bud.
You chuckle at his eagerness, his arms pulling you closer as he dips his head lower. “You really need to find a hobby if this what you want to do all day.” A smile curves at the corners of your mouth.
“I’ll have you know this is my hobby and I take a very serious interest in it.” He looks up at you, a playful smile on his face.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I should sit up on the counter so you can get a better feel.” You quirk a brow. He wasted absolutely zero time lifting you onto the countertop, allowing him more easily play and suck on your tits.
He releases your nipple with a pop, his other hand gently groping your other tit. “Good idea, but I think lying on the bed will for sure help me explore even further.”
˖ ࣪ 𝇋♡︎𝇌 thinking about nanami who is so awkward when it comes to dirty talk. don't get it twisted − he is more than amazing in bed; so attentive and so gentle yet primal that your legs are always shaking by the end of your sessions. but when you ask him one day to try and dirty talk with you, you'd never seen his face turn that shade of pink before!
"you are...," he whispers, his hands shyly running up and down your thighs. your head is tilted as you peer at him with those sweet doe eyes of yours and that only makes him more nervous. "...such a naughty girl."
oh, he is exceptionally bad at this but you're enjoying this a bit too much.
"and i'm going to spank you till you're begging me to− oh gosh, darling. i am not cut out for this." nanami buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his face into your skin as if he were trying to hide from himself. you just giggle, only making his face burn even more and his cheeks turn an even darker pink hue.
the silliest drabble. husband!nanami, daddykink, softdom nanami, reader is a bit of a brat but gets it turned on them. nsfw 18+ mdni.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Nanami Kento who’d simply shaken his head and scoffed a little when you’d first uttered that cringeworthy honorific.
A taunting little quip: “Thanks for cooking, daddy.”, as you’d slipped through the kitchen after another delicious home cooked meal.
His face was even, the sound light and airy, but you swore you caught him flush a sweet baby pink up to the tips of his ears as he turned toward the sink, flicked the water on high to drown out your giggle as you fled the kitchen, spoon full of icecream slipping between your teeth.
Plagued with that little slip of curiosity, like a rogue grain of sand rolling behind your eye, you dared again.
“Ah-hah!-Right there!… Fuck-daddy!” You’d cried, peered up at him through syrupy eyes, thighs trembling where he had them pushed against your chest in a mean mating press.
“D-don’t call me that..hah-… not like this.” He’d grunted between quiet little pants, pretty brown eyes fluttering closed as he fucked you into the mattress.
In that moment, you’d decided to let it go. Much too lost in the dizzying slap of his hips to worry about taunting your poor husband any further. Instead, you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer, dug your heels into his hips, little joke long forgotten - sucked beneath the unending waves of pleasure.
But when you felt his thrusts turn wide and sloppy, when the steady thrum of his hips finally began to falter and twitch haphazardly, you winked an eye open to find that he was staring at you, dark eyes utterly blown.
Black devoured melted chocolate, and his jaw unclenched as he craned his head down, panting out heated breaths. His voice gravelled as he nipped at the soft strip of skin behind your ear.
“Such a good girl. Gonna cum for daddy?” He’d purred, low and teasing over the shell of your ear.
And maybe it was you who was truly the fool, with the way the simple utterance of that little word from his tongue sent you crashing over the edge, headfirst into your second orgasm. While Nanami ran his teeth over your throat, and fucked you through it.
Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲)
MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.
*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!
You could feel him eyeing you across the room.
Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you can’t meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.
“Please, don’t mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.” you flashed him a sheepish smile.
Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didn’t know that everyone knew about it.
There are not enough Thor x Reader fics will somebody do it and save us or do i have to take matters into my own hands???? Cause that man is the hottest out of all of them helloooo??
When i search for thor odinson x reader I DONT want to see loki or steve x reader fics I WANNA SEE THOR AND ONLY THOR STOP IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST STOP IT
Cockwarming with Thor is overhelming, all you can feel is him throbbing inside you- stuffing you so full until you're not sure where he ends and you begin. You can't stop yourself from clenching down around him, gushing and trembling in his strong arms. Thor just smiles at you and nuzzles his nose against yours. "So delicate, flower. Just let me in." You manage to nod before hiding your face by his throat.
dilf!nanami who is a regular at the restaurant you work at. He always comes in late when there’s barely any customers, hand in hand with his son, the little kid with pink hair. The only thing they order is ice cream, most likely for the little boy who’s scarfing it down the moment you set it on the table.
You’ve grown a friendly bond with them, always excited to see the boy and of course his handsome father who always glances at you and tips you well.
“Say, thank you,” his father says, pointing to you and smiling.
“Thank you! Bye, bye miss y/n!” Yuji exclaims, remnants of ice cream on the corners of his mouth.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Nanami says. You know he doesn’t mean in a flirtatious manner, but your heart can’t help but skip a beat when he flashes a smile.
“Of course! See you guys again next week!” You wave.
Next week comes, the restaurant empty beside one couple who were almost finished with their meal. You’re wiping down tables, finishing up with some side tasks to kill time when you see him walk him, except yuji isn’t with him.
“Hi, Mr. Nanami,” you greet, as he sits down. “The usual?” You place your hands on your hips, giving a kind smile.
“Yes, please.” He nods.
“No little yuji today?” You question, chuckling bit.
“Oh, no, he’s sleeping over at his cousins.” He nodded tapping his hands on the wooden table.
“Awe, well when you see him again tell him I said hi. I’ll be right back with your ice cream.” It takes no longer than two minutes to grab him a small bowl of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream.
“Thank you.” He reaches for the spoon.
“Of course, let me know if you need anything else.” You turn to walk away before he clears his throat, calling out your name. Quickly, you look over your shoulder, brows raised.
“Excuse me if this is an odd question, but…when do you leave?” He laughs, shy and awkward as he blinks up at you.
“Nine. May I ask why?” Your brows furrow.
An hour later you’re in his bed, face pressed down into the sheets, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he slams his hips into you. A string of curses fall past your lips, barely able to think properly with how deep he is inside you.
“Mr. Nanamiiii—nnngh!” Your eyes roll back, drooling when feel him against you, your ass pressed against his pelvis. He’s breathing heavy, chest rising and falling as a light sheen of sweat coats his skin.
“Ah—fuck, sweetheart. You’re gripping me so tight…so fucking wet too—mmph!” He runs a hand down your spine, goosebumps littering your skin. “Have you been thinking about this just as much as I have?” He leans in close, mounting you so his chest now flush against your back. “Tell me,” he whispers in your ear, moving his hips slow, grinding into you.
“Mhm.” You nod, biting down on your bottom lip, fingers entangled in the sheets.
“I need to hear you say it. Use—mmph—your words,” he rasps.
“Y-yes,” you croak, nodding again.
“Atta girl,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple as he picks up pace, moving his hips back and forth as he fucks you deep, his tip rubbing against your sweet spot. “You look even prettier when you’re a cock drunk mess.” He hisses when he feels you tighten around him, sucking him in and milking his cock.
“Mmm—I-I’m gonna…cummm,” you squeak, voice broken and raspy. “You feel so good—nngh—please don’t stop!” Your entire body begins to shake, toes curling, cunt clenching around him. “Fuckkkk, yes, yes, yes!” Your moans are muffled by the mattress.
“Ohhh, yes, baby. That’s it, cum all over my cock—oh shit—you deserve it.” He softly grunts into your ear, still fucking you deep, rolling his hips against your ass. “I’m not stopping anytime soon. You’re all mine for tonight, sweetheart. Yeah,” he whimpers, “yeah, you’re all mine,” he breathily says. He presses a kiss to your temple again, lips resting against your skin, your sweaty bodies practically glued together.
This time, he gave you a different kind of tip for your service.
i can't believe i really wrote this.
A/N: based on this request and this ask. this is so unserious. and serious at the same time. it's killing me. this one is just based on my personal thoughts, no maths involved, so size for some characters isn't the same than on my random math nerdy analysis. and YES, ikr some size aren't even humanly possible. oda decided to do unrealistic ass heights, so i’m matching his freak.☆
CW: gn!reader (just a bit of afab!reader only for marco), just pure smut lol
WC: 6,1k. i wrote a fucking widickpedia.
one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi
Eustass Kid
7.8 inches - massive ego, massive dick, he needs some backup to be so arrogant.
A pure shower. Thick and veiny as hell. Even his cock looks angry, especially when it twitches. It sounds threatening and daring you to touch. Kid is always stretching you out so much you can barely recall your own name for a few minutes, your walls so tight, clenching around him, feeling every single vein and ridge as he sinks deep inside you, fat tip trying to fuck your soul out of your body. “I know it's big, tell me somethin' I don't already know.”
Backshots, backshots, backshots.
This man is breathing for backshots. He's an ass man. Slamming into you roughly from behind, hand gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. The second he stops to hold you, you know what’s going to happen. Rough spank on your ass, leaving red handprints on your skin. And he does it again, just for the dark satisfaction of watching the little jiggles of your flesh, how hard you’re whining into the pillow or against the wall. “Keep cryin’, it turns me on.” He’s fucking you so hard, tears always spill from your eyes, lewd noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room, Kid’s raspy, husky breath driving you insane with desire. Don’t you dare turn your head to look at him with a lovey dovey expression, all he will do is pin your face against the mattress, keeping you helpless and at his mercy until you’re fucked dumbed, drooling on the sheets.
Donquixote Doflamingo
11 inches - dick as massive as his charisma
“I’m not even halfway,” is his favorite thing to say as he watches you sweat and squirm pathetically with every inch pushed deep inside you. He’s taking his time, but don’t mistake it for kindness; he’s just drinking in the sight of your face totally wrecked when he’s only halfway, how obscene your hole is stretched around his girth, how you look at him with big eyes silently hopping he’s balls deep inside. But his maniac laugh says everything as he slams the rest of his length deep inside you, so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your guts. The worst thing when you watch him undress for the first time is to think it's already big, only to find out this bastard is a grower. That wicked grin on his face when he gets hard and watches the colors leave your face? Terrifying. He’s such a sadist he loves to make you count the inch when he buries himself into you and if you lose, you’re doomed.
Mean missionary, custom cowgirl, master of shibari.
Doflamingo is kinky as hell, even a romantic position turns into something obscene with him. You’re just his puppet when he forces your legs on his broad shoulders, spreading your thighs so wide open your muscles are sore and begging for mercy, but his hands will keep you as open as his cock splitting you in half. “That's it, keep singing for me, little bird.” His eyes never leave your face; he needs to see your face and how you’re wincing. Deep thrusts that make your whole body shake until your legs start to twitch uncontrollably. And don’t you think you’re in control when you’re straddling him, all you can do is take it as he looks regal, resting his head behind his arms, lazy fidgeting his fingers to drive you up and down his cock with his devil fruit. “Look at this little bird bouncing on my cock and whining like a crybaby.” Don’t even think about holding onto his abs for support, he will just tie you down. When he’s in the mood, he will turn your body into art, suspending you… before slamming inside you so hard you need to grip the ropes for support.
Dracule Mihawk
8.2 inches - big dick energy, dick as straight as his posture.
He got the prettiest cock you will ever see; in fact, before him, you never thought a dick could ever look pretty. He never bothered taking measures on his cock; it just sounded ridiculous in his mind. That man was just born confident; he never brags, no need to brag when you know what you're doing. And Mihawk always knows what he’s doing. When he’s sliding inside you, it feels like he’s putting you to death, inch after inch, stretching you out around his girth, circumcised tip bullying your inside, but don’t worry, to you, Mihawk only gives little death.
Missionary, mating press, ankle over shoulder.
Mihawk doesn't fuck. He hunts. With deadly precision. Each thrust is languid, meaningful, designed to spill out helpless moans from your mouth until you’re totally drugged out, reduced to a quivering, shivering mess under his lethal control. He wants you on your back, blending the world of intimacy and control in a way that makes your knees weak. Eyes always locked to yours as he thrusts inside you, in control, targeting all your weaknesses, making you feel each inch, each vein of his length, cold necklace covering your skin with goosebumps. He will always pin your wrists above your head, combining eye contact with control until he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sliding even deeper inside you, still keeping you pinned down and at his mercy. “Eyes on me, don’t move,” He will say almost cruelly when you try to shut your eyes or struggle to keep it with his firm pace - for him, rough sex is not about fucking you fast and rough like a jackhammer, but rather deep enough to leave you empty and needy for days once he’s done with you. When he wants you even more helpless, he will smash your legs against your chest, folding you in half, your wrists either tied or pinned with one hand. Languid kisses that always leave you breathless, piercing gaze that makes you feel like he's fucking you even when he's perfectly still inside you.
Portgas D.Ace
6.4 inches - with a super cute sensitive pink tip
Slightly curved upward, perfect girth, tip always glistening with pre-cum, thick vein running down one side, smooth skin. It doesn’t matter if you’re giving him a head, jerking him off or taking him deep inside you, he will always give you the prettiest moans you have never heard - Ace moans are so beautiful, in the top 3 of One Piece men moans, and he’s not the third. “ You’re so perfect for me.” He always praises you, the cute freckles on his cheeks all flushed when you’re clenching around him, milking his cock until he lets out broken moans.
Just ride this man.
He just loves watching you bouncing on his length - his eyes can drink in every single inch of your skin, keeping eye contact; it soothes him to see how much you love him and how good his cock makes you feel as you fuck yourself on his length, lips open on silent screams while he holds your hips, hair fanning on his forehead and on the pillows, face flushed from neck to ears, pearls of his necklace clicking together whenever he lifts up to grab your neck and kisses you so deeply, pouring all the feelings he doesn’t know how to express into his kiss - before moaning in your mouth, filling you up with hot ropes of thick seed.
Rob Lucci
8 inches - with a curve as lethal as his attacks
“Stay still.” Voice so soft and smooth like velvet while he’s literally impaling you on his length, his claws keeping you pinned and helpless, reminding you that each squirm will be punished with a scratch, or a bite on your neck. The first time you undressed him, eyes widening in shock, he didn’t even bother blinking, just stared at you with a detached, predator gaze, voice flat. “Run away now if you're scared.” You didn’t run away, but even now, every single time, you’re crawling on the bed and Lucci just watches your struggles with a cold face before impaling you back firmly onto his length.
Hunting you doggy style.
He’s a predator. He loves playing with you. His favorite game is to have you on your hands and knees, back arched in the most cruel, sadistic angle, his hands digging into your flesh, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as he slides inside you, slowly, not by kindness but for predatory purposes. And then his favorite game begging, fucking you so deep your soul is leaving your body with each thrust, his tip punching against your sweet spot as if he was angry at it, until you start to crawl and squirm. He loves watching you struggle for a few seconds before gripping your hips tightly, slamming you right back on his length. He’s hunting until your hands give up, resting weakly on your forearms and when your arms are sore, you’re just reduced to a helpless mess, ass up, chest down. “Pathetic.” He snarls, pushing you flat against the mattress, ending you in prone bone, scratching you, biting you, leaving hickeys everywhere he can, keeping you pinned down, at his mercy, his long hair falling free on your broken frame.
Sabo
6.8 inches - twitching like hell, always happy to see you
Mushroom tip round and smooth but so fucking large, eager to choke you, just as Sabo always does with his fingers wrapped like a necklace around your throat. A grower that grows fast whenever you’re around, veins pulsing with need, cockhead always glistening with precum and throbbing even more when Sabo buries himself inside you. “Quit squeezing down so hard, sweetheart,” he whispers, while casually keeping you in a chokehold.
Mating press.
He’s folding you in half with an angelic smile, slamming so deep your eyes roll back with each thrust, your poor legs twitching and trembling. He just loves your drugged-out expression in this position, how you’re milking his cock, sucking him deeper. He can watch your face, his length sliding inside you, how your hole is clenching him so tight, but more importantly, he can wrap his fingers around your neck and admire your eyes turning blank and cheeks totally red as he chokes you to your heart’s content. You’re squeezing him so nicely when he chokes you, his eyes are shining with a twisted mix of lust, love and admiration, talking to you with a lovely voice that doesn’t match the obscenity he’s doing and saying to you.
Trafalgar Law
7.6 inches - flat ass, big dick, the true embodiment of skinny emo myth, trust me
He’s so twisted, he removed his foreskin just for the sake of science, but he will pretend he did it for real medical purposes. The girth is pretty average but that length can kill - the fact this dude is casually walking with a nodachi almost as big as him is a warning. Sadly, his tip isn’t black and dark as the emo he is, it’s a cute, deep shade of pink, little veins along that perfectly straight length because his cock is as rigid as his mind. “Stop staring,” he mutters, cheeks flushed as your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of length. His cock is unexpressive just like him, never really throbbing or twitching, but when it’s inside you, don’t worry, each vein is teasing you, that fat tip as well. A pure grower, I mean look at those tight skinny emo jeans he's always wearing, he is a grower.
As long as you’re on your stomach.
Intimacy is such a struggle, he just likes to keep you on your stomach and if you can please, keep your head buried in the pillow or the mattress. If you can’t, don’t worry, he’ll pin you down regardless. He loves to be in control, one hand on your lower back as leverage as you literally collapse flat on your stomach, his hips snapping forward with controlled thrusts - but sometimes he’s so rough it feels like he’s trying to fuck the insomnia out of his body. “What? I just want to see your face.” Whenever you furrow your eyebrows when he flips you on your back, because you know it only means one thing with such a teaser - he’s going to make fun of you as he edges you with that smug expression and annoying smirk. But honestly, what Law loves the most is just to make you cum with his fingers. “Try to hold back for more than 5 minutes if you want to have a taste of my mouth.” But the A & T are curled up so nicely inside you. On purpose. It’s so funny to see the pleasure blended with desperation in your gaze as you cum within 5 minutes. When he’s even more lazy, he will give you only the H.
Vinsmoke Sanji
6.6 inches - cute tip always glistening with precum
Smooth, velvety skin, not really veiny, average girth, twitching and throbbing with need whenever he looks at you for more than 10 seconds. It stands proudly, slightly curved upward just to please you better when he’s inside you, hitting your sweet spot so nicely it should be illegal. “You’re taking me so well,” he praises with his sweet voice, trying so hard to not cum in a blink whenever your tight warm clench around him. Shivers running down your spine whenever he buries his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans - pretty, pretty moans, in the top 3 prettiest moaners of One Piece with Ace.
Between your legs.
What do you mean living between your legs and driving you crazy with his mouth isn’t really a position? He doesn't mind, that’s what he loves the most. Licking you, sucking you, swallowing each single one of your orgasm until his jaws are so sore he has no choice but to give up. “You taste so good, I can’t help it…” While diving back between your legs, overstimulating you without even trying to, he just has an oral fixation. Will get all cute and pouty and ask like a good boy to have his perfect ass pounded. His ass is so juicy it's illegal, one of the prettiest ass of One Piece, maybe his ass is the One Piece. But if you really want him to take you, then missionary it is. He wants to offer you divine french kisses while rolling his hips in languid thrusts, even his hickeys are delicate and soft. His guilty pleasure? Watching you, nothing more, nothing else. Every part of your body is so mesmerizing he doesn’t know where to look. Sometimes, he likes spooning, especially for morning sex, and because his hands can wander on your skin.
Roronoa Zoro
6.4 inches - fat dick, you kinda want to cry
Probably did a dick contest with Sanji and was pissed off to see the 0,2 inches difference but then got that smug face because his girth is so scary it could leave you with a gaping hole if he was a sadist. Veins are pulsing with need, it almost looks like it’s mad at you, but if you say a comment about his dick, he’s going to blush so hard, such a lovely tomato with his green hair. Is either focused as if he was training, or lazy when he’s sliding inside you, stretching you out so wide open it’s almost obscene. “Cling onto my shoulders if ya want, I got ya.”
“That one where you’re on top”, “that one with your ass lifted up,” that one....”
Yes. That's how he’s talking. This man is living in his own world; he doesn’t even know sex position name. Honestly, sometimes he’s manhandling you so roughly he’s creating new positions without even trying to. “Come on, work that ass, don’t be lazy.” He grunts whenever you’re straddling him, reverse style; of course, he’s an ass man. Watching your cute ass bouncing on his cock, your hole clenching around his girth and his length disappearing inside you is probably one of his favorite views, so that’s why when he’s not lazy, he’s just fucking you doggy style, big muscles flexing each time he’s holding you in place, abs contracting so pretty, too bad you can’t see it. When he’s in the mood to face you, his usual go-to is to fold you in half in mating press, caging you in with his muscular frame, watching how wrecked you are as his hips snap against yours, sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room - the soft, delicate, metallic chimes of his earrings clasping together is a lovely contrast when your poor knees are almost brushing your ears. “Gotta focus on your stamina and stretching.”
Buggy
5.9 inches - brightening red tip just as his nose
Average size and girth, a red tip looking almost angry and always leaking with precum because even his dick is way too expressive. He’s such a whiny mess, his dick throbbing and pulsing, but your hands aren’t even touching him yet. His hips are jerky when he’s inside you, crying out your name so loudly you always end up stuffing his mouth with your underwear to make him shut up, but he keeps whining through the fabric, with big crybaby tears when he cum. Muffled “Mmpf” , but he’s probably whining about how good you feel.
Cringe king of weird positions
He’s a sub even if he will always pretend the opposite, so basically, he’s going to follow your lead - when he’s not asking to get his cute ass pounded... with his own dick as a strap. But if you let him indulge in his wildest desires, Buggy got quite the creativity. He’s a clown and has a nice devil fruit for show time and will use both shamelessly to fuck you in impossible angles and position, his hands bullying you, sometimes even his head isn’t attached to his neck anymore but just going down on you shamelessly while you impale yourself on his length. “What’s wrong, you’re not comfortable?” He’s asking without even teasing you, deadly serious, confused that NO, you’re not comfortable when your legs are angled in such weird positions it almost looks like you’re a ragdoll with broken bones.
Smoker
7 inches - he’s ready to tame you with his dick
“I don’t bite, you know?” Smoker is not stupid, he knows he doesn’t have to complain about his size, but he never gets what his partners are looking at him with such big eyes. Maybe he’s a bit taciturn, but he’s also kind. He’s not going to shove his cock down your throat without a warning. It stands proud and thick with big veins and heavy balls. When you’re kneeling in front of him, drooling down his length while he’s taking drag after drag of his cigars, he always looks at you with a gaze full of lust and tenderness - he will always tangle his hands in your hair. If you ask him to guide your head, he’s more than happy to indulge but will probably accidentally choke you on his cock, pushing his tip down your throat until you’re coughing. He was too lost in his pleasure.
Against the wall.
Poor man is always busy with work and missions. He’s a workaholic, that’s why he needs two cigars; one isn’t enough to get enough nicotine stuck in his lungs. When he comes back to you, he’s too impatient to reach the bedroom, he doesn’t even bother taking off his uniform, his big hands are just pinning you down against the wall, watching how your hole is trying to swallow all of him. “Fuck, you’re always gripping me so tight when I come home. Missed me, yeah?” Hot palms squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them wide open until he gets tired of the view and flips you around, caging you with his massive frame, carrying you effortlessly and fucking you, your legs wrapped around his waist, back firmly pressed against the wall. He doesn’t moan, but damn, his raspy breaths are so pretty when he cum deep down inside you… as your body goes limp, he finally remembers about the bedroom and proceeds to fuck you again on the mattress, savoring the moment, taking his time.
King
20,8 inches - I don’t make the rules, he’s so tall.
Big bulbous brown head, it’s not just long and girthy, it’s also heavy, large balls hanging between his thighs, it could split you open, make you cry until you pass out. And yeah yeah, Alber got a prince albert and it stays on. Even behind his mask, he’s looking down at you with such disdain your gaze is locked on the floor. “You’re embarrassing.” He’s merciless, making sure you’re fully stuffed as he focuses solely on rearranging your guts, his hands on your stomach just to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you out beyond reliefs. “I knew human bodies were weak but yours is so ridiculously weak, it’s pathetic.” He’s a sadist; he loves the big tears running down your cheeks, torturing you, fucking you orgasm after orgasm, leaving you with a gaping hole, trembling legs, and a shaky body overstimulated and exhausted.
Prone bone.
One strong hand pinning your head on the pillow, massive length dragging over your ass cheeks, forcing you to arch your back, making you gasp and squirm already and it’s not even in. “You know I won’t be gentle, behave and take it.” His tone is dripping with dominance, strict, stern, but when he’s slamming inside you with angry thrusts, it almost sounds like he’s so mad at you and that damn weak body. But at least you’re entertaining, muffling moans, drooling on the sheets as he pounds into you from behind with rough, mean snap of his hips fucking your soul out of your body. “Choking on your moans, choking on my cock, choking on my name, are you trying to tell me you want my hands around your neck?” You don’t even have the time to answer, his fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing, keeping you still and at the very edge of passing out, heavy balls slapping against your ass. You're nearly a toy for him. But if you manage to handle him without whining and trying to crawl away, he will throw his mask on the bed, metal clinging loudly. “Don’t you dare look at me.” Before leaning down, beautiful, white long hair brushing your skin, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck or shoulders, his lips trailing kisses and hickeys everywhere, raspy, low, lovely moans against your ear. “Just like that, keep milking my cock and squeezing so tight like you won’t let me go.” That’s the closest loving, kind thing he will ever do or say when fucking you. The worst? You’re crying when he does so, his hair so soft, like silk against your skin, and his lips so soft. You wonder how his mouth can feel so good yet only speak so coldly and dirty. When he wraps an arm around your chest, you feel like you’re going to ascend, the sensation of his skin against your skin… is divine.
Sir Crocodile
10 inches - 0 curve, it looks strict and mean
Big head, prominent vein running along the underside, if you ever wonder if a dick could look down at you, now you know it’s possible. His cock is heavy as hell. Whenever you’re giving him a head, he will run his hook on the smooth skin of your neck and slap you if you dare to drool on him. But how aren’t you supposed to not drool when he’s stretching your mouth so wide open it leaves you with cramps. “Have some manners, you’re disgusting.” He loves to keep you on your knees while he works, looking down at you, blowing thick clouds of smoke while you try so hard to satisfy him.
Busy man, he’s bending you over his desk.
Whenever he needs some stress relief, he will either show you the desk with one thick finger, or just bend you over if you’re too slow for his liking, time is money. The rings stay on, digging in your flesh as he holds you in place, slamming inside you with a strict, firm pace. He won’t jackhammer, but each snap of his hips is so brutal it makes the desk shake regardless. And he will put the blame on you if some important papers are falling, so you better hold onto them tightly. For each paper falling, you get a mean spank. “Arch you back properly for me,” he commands, not even to appreciate the view of his cock ramming into you, but just to use the small of your back as an ashtray. He won’t manhandle you with his hand, but with his hook, wrapping it around your throat, your waist, running it along your skin is enough to make you obey.
Marco
6,4 inches - luckily the tip doesn’t look like a pineapple
The national birb doctor got the perfect curve to hit your sweet spot with each smooth thrust, making you feel the veins pulsing his need when he’s deep inside you. Girth is slightly above the average but not enough to split you in half. Just so you know, Marco knows what he’s doing, not only because he’s a doctor, but he has a fair amount of experience so don’t worry, you’re always in good hands with him. “Your hands are so pretty when they are wrapped around my cock.” He means it. Watching your hands when you’re jerking him off is always driving him crazy. Just for the sake of watching your pretty hands, he’s always letting you roll the condom onto his length.
AFAB reader: He has a boobs fixation, give this man a boobs job.
I just want to see your face.
Missionary and all its variants, mating press, carrying you against the wall, you on top, lotus… he doesn’t mind as long as he can watch your beautiful face. A big kisser, he’s so sad if he can’t kiss you and admires that expression of pure bliss when he’s bullying your sweet spot, sending shivers down your spine and making your body jolt. It's so steamy when he’s caging you under his frame, holding you tight and close, unfolding his wings to keep you in a warm, soothing embrace. “You’re always so perfect for me. You’re going to give me another orgasm, right?” If you have a mirror though, he’s not against doggy style - your reflection showing that lovely face of yours and the sight of your back arched while he’s gripping your hips, sliding inside you… is quite mesmerizing.
Killer
7 inches - veiny as hell
Oh, you thought Kid’s dick was girthy? Then you never saw Killer naked. Thick. Veiny. Circumcised. Tip is a deep shade of purple; it almost looks like he's secretly trying to match his tip color with his lipstick. When you run your fingers along his length, there’s a vein running along the right side that always drives him crazy. Unlike his captain, he’s a grower, not a shower. But damn, he’s packing. “If you keep gripping my hair like that, I’m going to lose control.” It doesn’t matter if he’s fucking you or going down on you, whenever you’re pulling on his beautiful blonde mane, it’s a total turn-on.
This man is picky, it’s so hard to see his face.
He can be so sweet, soft, and romantic or a total savage, but regardless, he’s a big fan of missionary. He loves the intimacy, the proximity, feeling your body beneath him, his hands can roam on every single inch of your skin… Sometimes he’s grabbing your legs, resting them on his broad shoulders to slam deeper inside you, reducing you to a quivering mess. All you can do is hold onto his hair as if it were your lifeline. Most of the time, if he’s fucking you in missionary, it means you’re wearing either a blindfold, or that he’s keeping his mask. When he’s not wearing his mask, then it means he’s fucking you from behind. He’s trusting you, so please, respect his will and do not try to turn your head, or you will lose his trust. Just enjoy the sensation of the sweat dripping from his forehead and big muscles flexing. “Fuck, you feel unreal.” This man is not afraid of moaning. Remember about Sanji and Ace? Killer got the prettiest moans with them. Low, husky moans. If you manage to win his trust, you might be able to drown into his ocean eyes and admire that beautiful face he’s hiding while he covers your neck with hickeys, smearing his lipstick everywhere he can.
Charlotte Katakuri
15,3 inches - sweet commander but not so sweet dick
Skin is surprisingly smooth with a few veins pulsing with need. Big boy with a big, heavy cock, but he’s almost shy when you wrap your hands around his length, his pale cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, tip glistening with precum, balls aching with need. Katakuri is just a bit self-conscious. “… your mouth feels so good.” He’s almost shy when he’s praising you, confused between his tendency to always hide half of himself behind a scarf and the aching desire of your sweet, hot mouth drooling all over his length.
69 - He loves to use his mouth.
At first, he’s nervous, scared to injure you with his fangs, but whenever he’s using his mouth, he’s hungry as hell yet surprisingly cautious. He’s savoring your taste as if he was eating something delicious and sweet. His big hands are spreading your ass cheeks, squeezing your flesh, spanking you, just for the sake of listening to your cute moans as you try your best to stretch your mouth around his girth. “Just cum against my mouth one last time and I swear I’ll stop…” He’s begging, trying to pull another orgasm out of you, eager to swallow everything. You can be sure that every single time he’s fucking you, it always ends up with a messy creampie, his seed flowing down your thighs… and his tongue sucking you clean, swallowing his own seed, pushing it back inside you or tasting your taste mixed with his own.
Unlike Usopp, Shanks won’t mess around and round up to reach 8 inches, he’s going to say the really specific size without any care for privacy. This hobo with ugly ass shoes is so carefree it’s probably one of the first things he said when you two started to date. Shanks knows he’s packing, he’s shameless, but he won’t brag. He just knows his way around. “C’mere, gonna fill you up juuust niiiice.” Probably one of the most experienced dudes on this list, but he’s so unserious, with stupid dad jokes, you’re almost surprised when he kisses you so good your brain is melting. This man knows what he’s doing. He just likes to keep things light. For him, sex is supposed to be fun, not deadly serious, silent and boring.
Lazy ass, ride him.
First he’s lazy. Second, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, chasing your own high. Third, let’s not forget about his missing arm. Last, this man is living for the sight of your body and his cock disappearing inside you with each roll of your hips. He’s looking at you with a smug face, hand glued to your ass whenever you’re not facing him. “Ride me, don’t be lazy, you can do better.” With another playful spank. Even if you being on top is his usual go-to because it’s easier for him, this man just loves fucking you. Against the wall, doggy style, on the ground, against the railing of his ship, in the middle of a loud party… he’s not that picky. If you want to laugh, he can try missionary but let’s be honest, it’s hard to hold that kind of position and keep his balance at the same time. “Alriiight, gonna move your ass or what? Unless you really want to see me falling on you like a poor lost seal.” He’s so silly but you don’t have the time to burst into laughter, he’s too focused on fucking you through another orgasm.
Donquixote Rosinante
11,5 inches - a gentle giant with a fat cock
It’s long, thick, but don’t worry, Corazon is a sweetheart. In fact, he’s always scared to hurt you, his big goofy hands so shaky when they rest on your hips or legs. Of course, his tip is sensitive, always leaking with precum. Smooth skin with little veins running along the sides. “You’re so good for me…” He’s always kissing you, smearing his lipstick on your cheeks, adorable moans falling free from his lips.
For your own good, ride him.
The truth is: Corazon has always been a bit goofy, but he turned even more goofy just to make the kids of the Family laugh. But now, it’s written in his DNA, he’s goofy even when he’s trying to be serious - so yes, even when he’s fucking you. Opening a condom wrapper? Thick, shaky fingers struggling to do so. Spreading some lube? Be sure the bottle is going to fall, lube flooding everywhere in the process. Taking off your clothes? He’s ripping them off, accidentally, unlike Lucci. So fucking you? Please, he’s so scared of literally crushing you under his weight. Just ride him, or he’s going to be super nervous the whole time. Plus, it’s quite satisfying to ride this giant, his face all flushed, hips stammering as you take him as deep as you can. “Don’t look at me or I’m just going to cum…” His cock is always throbbing and twitching inside you. A big kisser, a lover of hugs and aftercare. He has some kinks, of course, but he’s so shy about it. He’s a giver after all. If you indulge in his fantasies, he’s praising you so nicely, your heart is melting.
Bartolomeo
6 inches - with too many piercings
Girthy, veiny, hard in a blink whenever you’re around. But what’s interesting about him is the indecent amount of piercings he has. You never thought so many piercings were even possible on a dick. Sure, he has a prince albert. But not only. Magic cross, lorum, hafada, frenum, foreskin, dydoe, apadravya… you’re learning new names every day with him. And no, he won’t take them off. “Fuck, your tongue feels like heaven.” He’s a freak, he has no courtesy, but he’s also a simp, always worshiping you. Don’t worry, he knows how to use his piercings.
Full Nelson, mostly.
“Fuck, tremblin’ already?” He’s impaling you on his length, splitting you open, holding you tight, his fangs plunging into the soft flesh of your neck or dirty talking you. Big arms flexing as he holds the underside of your knees, slamming you down onto his cock hard enough because the sound of skin slapping against skin is his favorite music. You’re clenching like a vice around him, struggling to stretch around his girth, but those piercings are hitting all your sensitive spots. Once you’re wrecked, he will manhandle you like a ragdoll, flipping you on your stomach or back, feasting on your neck, covering your skin with bites, hickeys, scratches, printing in his memory your strained face, half-lidded eyes fluttering close every time his piercings are bullying your inside. He's a fucking freak yet an absolute sweetheart at the same time.
Usopp
5,5 inches - but will say 6 inches
Poor Usopp is way too self-conscious so he rounds up to 6, but honestly, he’s not small, just average length and girth, with a glistening brown tip and a few nice veins. Adorable moans when you’re jerking him off, shaky hands yet light-feathered touch whenever he’s touching you - so carefully, always afraid to mess up. “Am I doing this right?” It is probably the thing you will hear the most from him. He just needs a bit of guidance and reassurance. Let’s not forget this man is creative and has some good eyes. With enough patience and kindness, he will manage to map all your body and learn all your weaknesses.
Spooning is so soft.
It’s sweet, he can kiss you on the back of your neck, targeting all those weaknesses he cautiously learned. The only thing that annoys him is probably his nose. As long as he can hold you, he’s not too picky. You being on top is nice because he’s sure to not mess up, his focus split between how beautiful you look and fingers brushing your skin softly to make you feel just nice. The feeling of skin against skin is pure paradise to him, so lotus is nice as well, it’s sensual, steamy, he’s feeling the gentle beats of your heart. “You’re making me feel so good…” He’s remembering every single detail of you, not only to please you, but also to draw you. Will randomly draw you whenever he has some time and then show it to you, as a reminder of how beautiful you are when consumed by bliss.
⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ please, reblog, like, comment if you like my work.
