are we friends, or are we foes?
i’m worstscholar, i write in my spare time and this blog is dedicated to my current one piece obsession.
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young master | doffy x afab!reader by luffington
literally every one of hurling down's fics, he never misses
i cant tell which would be hotter, amab male reader rubbing his thick cock through laws folds, comparing their dick size while law lays there, legs spread, high out of his mind, hiding behind his hands and trying desperately to focus on his breathing so he doesnt cum from the way you're talking to him.
OR...
virgins! trans law and trans reader getting high together and having your first kiss together. it feels so nice you cant stop and before you know it, youre panting into each others mouths, hands all over each other, while you hump each other in a desperate needy frenzy.
"can i have a kiss?" You whisper into the darkness of your bedroom.
a rumbling hum sounds from the warm body next to you before it shifts and soft lips press to yours. it barely lasts a few seconds before the warmth is gone. you pout knowing very well he cant see you in the pitch black, but it doesnt stop you.
"another"
this time he sighs, feigning annoyance, but you feel the smile against your lips when he kisses you again. this one lasts longer, neither wanting to part. a heavy arm lays over your stomach, his big hand cupping your side as he tilts his head, kissing you a third time. the kisses are light, just the soft press of lips, his nose against your cheek, and his beard tickling your chin. this time you dont let him part. your fingers curl in his long hair, combing through the blonde strands as you suck his lip into your mouth.
killer exhales softly through his nose, smiling at your unabashed neediness once again. he adores you more than he knows how to say. you have a knack for getting under his skin and warming him up from the inside out.
"sleep" killer muses, vaguely aware of the time.
it had been a rough day. the seas victoria sailed them through were vicious, threatening to capsize the ship at any moment. everyone was on edge, running around the deck to keep victoria on course and upright. kid was stuck in the captain's cabin bitching about having to wait out the rain while his crew struggled. killer hadnt been able to keep his eye on you at all throughout the entire storm. you had ducked below deck, following after wire and disappeared. he hadnt seen you again until dinner and even then, you both were too busy for anything more than a passing nod.
"not yet, i miss you." you press against him, flattening your chest against his. killer huffs, rolling his eyes as you nudge your nose against his.
"im right next to you." his voice is utterly fond. soft and sweet and completely taken by you. none of it on purpose. killer hadnt known he was capable of such softness until you.
"so?" you whine. killer can feel your pout, lip jutting out against his, from how close your face is.
so damn needy.
killer grins and tilts his head ever so slightly. his smile fades and he brushes his lips against yours, heart skipping when you chase him and pull him back in for more. you're humming into the kiss, hands sliding out of his hair to cup the sides of his face and killer has never felt so in love. you touch him like hes glass, holding his face in your hands like one wrong move and hed shatter. but your mouth tells a different story; tongue curling against his, painting his teeth, swiping over the roof of his mouth. you're devouring him like hes ambrosia. like you're starved and dehydrated and hes the only thing that keeps you living. it steals the breath from his lungs, leaving him gasping when you pull away. he doesnt miss the peck you give him, before you're wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your foreheads together with a breathy laugh that sounds so damn giddy.
"i love you." you whisper. killer feels like he could live off that alone. his heart hammers against his ribcage, no doubt loud enough for you to hear it. he curls his arms around your waist, bringing your full body flush to his.
"i love you more." killer murmurs, and he means it. he loves you so much his heart might burst from his chest. compared to how much he means this, everything else hes ever said before feels like a damn lie. but he doesnt know how to tell you everything he feels, so killer holds you tighter, hoping the pounding of his heart says it for him.
I've been learning how to draw and I'm just getting into anatomy, like learning all the muscles and the names and shit. n'all i can think about is law and i, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. he's got his medical books open, refreshing his knowledge of anatomy for my sake. I'm sat right next to him with my dumb notebook out, listening to him talk about muscles and what they do as i sketch. it evolves into him leaning against me, hazy eyed and tired, pointing to different things as i sketch bodies, telling me shit like, "there's cartilage between these two muscles, so they should be further apart..." - "your missing the muscle there." - "there's a muscle connecting these two parts..." his voice is soft and comfortable, a tone that's only reserved for me. he's studying the side of my face, not bothering to look at what I'm doing until i turn to him, so he doesn't realize I've started drawing his tattoos onto all of my sketches, until i turn to him with a proud smile on my face. his cheeks bloom pink and he hides his fluster behind a light scoff and an eyeroll, but he likes that I'm always thinking of him, thinking of ways to insert him into whatever I'm doing. it fills his stomach with butterflies and makes his heart do funny things.
law is such a fucking shit. he loves watching you have to get up on your tip toes to be able to kiss him. but it's so easy to wipe that smirk off his smug face. when you first kiss him, hes trying to fight the smile that follows whenever he sees you crane your neck and strugle just to get eye level. but as soon as your tongue is in his mouth, he's going all weak in the knees and he has to fist his hands into your clothes for support. he whines when you suck on his tongue, or bully yours down his thraot. then when you pull back he wipes his mouth, face bright red, bitching under his breath about how you're a fucking cheat.
Crocodile is 100% without a doubt a power bottom. He needs to be in control, but sex is never the same if he's not getting his guts re-arranged. He likes degrading his partners too, his favorite insult is calling his partners useless and toys to him, "If it weren't for this cock, I'd have you beheaded for so much as thinking about me." He'd growl as he bounces on his partners cock.
Mihawk can go from power bottom to pillow princess, depending on how and with whom he's annoyed. If he's pissed off at you, you're getting strung up and ridden until he's had his fill, your comfort be damned. If he's pissed off at zoro or perona, he's pulling you on top of him and demanding you get to work. While Mihawk likes being on the receiving end, there's no question as to who is the dominant partner. If you so much as try to disobey, Mihawk will make sure you know what sadist really means.
I'm a full believer that Shanks likes getting fucked, but he likes pleasing whoever he's in bed with more. So, he leans more towards the middle as a switch and service top. Definitely has a daddy kink, but you can drive him absolutely insane if you call him daddy while you're fucking him. Might be into corruption, neither of us know. All Shanks knows is that he likes when you get all whiny and submissive while you're balls deep in his ass.
Doflamingo is a fucking FREAK!!! There's no telling with him. He goes from sadistic top, to whiny bottom so fast it'll give you whiplash. DEFINETLY has a corruption kink, and a size kink, and a whole bunch of other nasty kinks. He wants to do EVERYTHING with you, like a big fucking pervert.
“Why? Does it bother you?” He asks with a large grin on his face.
Your cheeks pinken and you avert your eyes back out to the sea. “No… Not—it’s not like that…” You breathe, feeling your heart rate pick up as Luffy laughs and passes behind you.
“Sanji! I’m hungry!” Luffy yells, stretching his arm across the length of the ship and catapulting himself to the kitchen.
You put your face in your hands and groan, “Why do I have to be this way…”
Zoro
“I’m not looking at you.” Zoro grunts and crosses his arms over his chest.
You furrow your brows and study him for a moment, before looking behind yourself. “There’s no one else back there…” You say, pointing to the empty deck behind you.
Zoro shrugs and scratches the back of his neck while looking off to the side—you swear his cheeks turn pink, but you could just be making it up—”Didn’t say I was looking back there either…” He says.
You frown, feeling confused—if he wasn't looking at you, or behind you, then where…
Zoro brushes past you suddenly.
You blink and spin around to see him trudging down the hall. Your heart drops into your stomach and as he disappears from view, you slide down the wall with your hands in your face. “I’m such an idiot…”
Sanji
“I can’t take my eyes off you—” Sanji swoons, holding out a drink towards you.
Your cheeks burn and you scratch the back of your neck anxiously as you take the drink. “Thank you Sanji…” You say, feeling flustered.
“Anything for you my sweet.” Sanji twirls around and starts off back towards the kitchen—only to get pummeled by Luffy, who had been looking for the cook.
“Sanji! I’m hungry!” Luffy whines, pouting at Sanji—who’s griping about Luffy learning manners.
You watch them disappear into the kitchen before looking down at the drink Sanji made you. He’d made a heart with the cherry syrup—your heart thunders against your ribs and your whole face burns. You smile, feeling slightly delirious from how much you adored the cook.
Ace
Ace’s cheeks bloom red, but he grins brightly despite it. “That’s impossible.” He says.
You can't stop the blood rushing to your own face. “Shut up dork.” You huff, pushing his face away from yours.
Ace laughs and pushes you back, getting your arm off his eyes. “It’s your fault, If you weren’t so cute, I wouldn't have this problem.” He teases.
Your face burns darker and your heart skips a beat. “We should call you cheese ball instead of fire fist.” You stick your tongue out just to hear Ace laugh again.
Law
Law’s cheeks color pink and he squints at you. “How would you like me to look at you?” He asks, snapping his book closed and crossing one leg over the other.
Your cheeks flair and you swallow, suddenly feeling nervous under his heady gaze. “Uh… You know…” You begin, voice shaky.
Law’s dark eyes track the bob in your throat, before slowly dragging back up to meet your gaze, “Well?”
Your heart beat thunders in your ears and all of your blood rushes to your face—you slap your hand over the lower half of your face, before taking off in the direction of the bathroom as your nose starts to bleed. “Seas, I'm pathetic…” You whine, pinching your nose shut.
Fuck, it’s hot… He’s hot. The temperature in the room is more than warm, and Luffy’s heat brings it up to stifling. It’s making your head spin and sweat roll down your temple. But you can’t bring yourself to care, not with Luffy’s cute cunt sitting in front of your face. His scent is ripe between his legs; musky, sweaty, and definitely unshowered—dirty. It’s disgusting and you doubt your lover has showered at all this week. Yet, it only makes you more aroused. This is Luffy after all, and everything about him is perfect.
You don't think you could ever find him filthy—especially now; spread out on your bed, snoring peacefully, with his plush thighs hanging limply over your shoulders. Your face sits inches from his pussy, close enough to taste it. Luffy stirs when you inch forward, making for the small pink clit peeking out from between his folds. Reacting to your advances with a sleepy whine. He’s still sleeping when you glance at him and you can’t help but let out an amused huff. He whines again when you blow on his clit, unconsciously flexing his thighs and pushing his cunt up towards your mouth.
He’s too cute for you to resist dragging your tongue up his slit. It tastes just like he smells—yet it’s nothing short of erotic. Drawing your arms up, you part his folds with your thumbs and groan softly at the sight. The dewy pink of his insides lay exposed, clenching around nothing as you ogle. Your cock throbs, anticipating his wet warmth. But your mouth has more merit and earns the first taste.
Without waiting, you dive in, pressing your nose to his clit and lapping up the slick that’s oozing from his hole. With your attention, he devolves into a whining mess. He’s unable to sit still, squirming and flexing his rubbery thighs around your head to keep you in place—as if you would ever leave. His pussy cinches up around your tongue as he grinds on it. Luffy’s eyes shoot open as you retract your tongue, and a displeased whine falls from his lips. Before he can whine some more, you seal your mouth around his clit and suck. Luffy’s body seizes up, and his hands fly into your hair, keening loudly.
“Y/N!“ Luffy cries “Do that more!“ he pleads as he fucks his clit into your mouth. Luffy pouts when you don’t immediately indulge him, and he tugs on your hair “Do it again~“ he whines needily. When you finally comply, Luffy’s whole body shudders and a moan draws out from his chest. “Please!“ he hiccups. Neither of you knows what he’s begging for, but Luffy is easy to please. When you press your two fingers into his sopping hole, his back bows off the bed, and he wails. Luffy’s hands clench painfully in your hair, before one leaves and snuffs clipped nails into your shoulder. It hurts, but the pain sends a wave of heat between your legs. He scratches deep red lines up your shoulders and writhes while howling like he’s in pain.
Luffy’s thighs clench tightly around your ears and he crosses his legs around your head, trapping your mouth against his pussy. “Feels good~“ he whimpers. Glancing up, you see Luffy in all his glory; trembling lip, dark teary eyes, and wet cheeks. He looks divine. Simultaneously, you curl your fingers and suck on his clit. Prompting him to arch off the bed, howling. It’s getting harder to breathe, but Luffy’s hands and legs keep you rooted to your spot. He’s all you can focus on, overwhelmed by the sight and his taste, but you don’t let up. You press a third finger into his hole and bully his gummy walls, pressing on the spot that has his pussy clenching hard around you. Luffy sounds like he’s getting the life drained out of him; moaning, squealing, and chanting your name. His friends are going to give him so much shit, but you double down and push through.
You suck harder and scissor your fingers, spreading him out. That’s what does it. Luffy screams and clenches his thighs around your head so hard he could crush it. He cums for what feels like forever, and before he’s had the chance to loosen his hold, you pull off his clit. Luffy goes slack under you as you lap up the spicy cum from his hole. His thighs fall off your shoulders and land spread eagle on either side of your body. Wanting a kiss, Luffy whines and tugs on your hair. You relent and pull off, letting him pull you up his body and into a kiss.
⋆。° ໑ Law hates sending nudes, he finds them embarrassing and cringey and wants to avoid sending any for as long as he can.
⋆。° ໑ He never complains when you send him nudes though, he goes bright red and his heart skips a beat. he saves all of your nudes secretly and stores them in a locked folder on his phone.
⋆。° ໑ While law doesn't like sending nudes, he can be convinced. if you buy him something to wear, he’ll send you a photo of himself wearing it without you having to pry. but its never impossible to convince him to send a video.
⋆。° ໑ He’s always in his room and on his bed. he finds it extremely awkward to prop his phone up on something, so he always holds the camera. his videos always end abruptly, and he tries not to include his face.
⋆。° ໑ When he does show his face, he's nearly as red as a tomato, his hair is a mess, his brows are pinched together tightly from trying not to think about the camera. he chews his lip raw trying to keep himself quiet.
⋆。° ໑ When he does make noise, its very quiet, he pants and whines and curses under his breath.
Koby —
⋆。° ໑ Sweet baby- he’s never thought about sending nudes in his life before you.
⋆。° ໑ But he’s the one to send them first. you would have been sending suggestive photos the day before, getting him all riled up when he’s supposed to be working. he cant stop thinking about your photos and late that same night, he’s in the process of jerking off while scrolling through your conversation when he gets the idea to tease you back.
⋆。° ໑ In any normal situation, he probably would have been mortified that he considered doing something like this in the first place, but he's too horny to think logically, and he sends a quick video of himself in the bathroom mirror with the camera tilted down, focused on his cock as he jerks off.
⋆。° ໑ Post nut clarity hits him hard, and he likely deletes the video before you can see, but if you do manage to see it, he gets so embarrassed and tries to avoid you.
⋆。° ໑ Koby is surprisingly vocal. he seems shy, and he acts shy, but when he’s horny, he loses the ability to get embarrassed.
Kid —
⋆。° ໑ Crude videos wherever he wants whenever he wants.
⋆。° ໑ Kid likes sending videos of himself to you, and he sends a lot, mostly unprompted.
⋆。° ໑ He doesn't care if you’re in public where someone could see, or hear. and he strikes me as the kind of guy to open your pictures in public without a thought.
⋆。° ໑ Most of the time he doesn't bother giving you a show, he just jerks himself off quickly while bitching about you not taking care of him well enough, then he nuts on whatever he's in front of before ending the video telling you to come find him.
⋆。° ໑ Sometimes though, he has the decency to slow down if you ask. if you don't ask, he’s probably doing it to rile you up. in videos like that, he’s usually got something of yours; underwear, sock, vibrator. whatever he can find, he’ll jerk off with it, teasing you about how much better an inanimate object takes care of his sore balls than you.
⋆。° ໑ He's loud and wont shut up. he likes knowing other people can hear you, especially his or your friends, he cant get enough of how cute you look getting teased. he might like being teased too, idk he's nasty.
⋆。° ໑ Clumsy— the video is always shaky, and sometimes it drifts away from what he’s trying to show you, like he feels too good to keep the camera steady.
⋆。° ໑ Mainly sends videos of him humping his pillow.
⋆。° ໑ He's very whiny, complaining about you not being there, and calling you mean while the camera is pointed at his poor leaking cock.
⋆。° ໑ Sometimes he takes pictures of his messy, tear-streaked face as he's pouting.
Zoro —
⋆。° ໑ Low effort videos, usually after workouts, or when he wakes up in the morning.
⋆。° ໑ They're usually one to two minutes long, and very poorly lit.
⋆。° ໑ Sometimes when he sends a video early in the morning, his room is almost too dark to see him jerking off.
⋆。° ໑ After working out, he likes to balance his phone in front of the mirror, and rub his cock through his shorts.
⋆。° ໑ He’s a grunter, you can barely hear him make any noise in most of his videos
Sanji —
⋆。° ໑ Good quality photos.
⋆。° ໑ If you’re feminine presenting, he only sends photos if you ask, and when you do ask, his photos are usually very good; nice lighting, nice position, he always looks very pretty.
⋆。° ໑ If you’re more masculine, he sends lower effort photos, or occasionally videos. sometimes he’ll send videos of him hastily jerking off in the bathroom before or during an outing.
⋆。° ໑ He pants and whines, his face, ears, and shoulders are always flushed, and his hair always gets into his eyes.
Ace —
⋆。° ໑ Ace likes to act confident, but sending nudes gets him incredibly flustered and nervous.
⋆。° ໑ He rarely sends photos of himself naked, and almost never sends videos. when he does send photos, most of the time its of his erection through his pants or his underwear, and sometimes he’ll send a video of himself rubbing his cock through his underwear.
⋆。° ໑ When he sends nudes it’s usually in response to something you’ve sent. He takes the classic dick pick, awkward angle, bad lighting, one hand around the base of his cock while the other holds the phone.
⋆。° ໑ Ace tries his hardest to not make noises but when he does, he lets out soft moans and sometimes he gets whiny.
Need to overstimulate Shanks til he's whining and crying and trying to pull away saying its too much but I just pull him back bc he hasn't said the safeword yet no matter how blank his mind is bc he's a whore
my shayla >~<
⋆。° ໑ Shanks lives for this kind of treatment, he’s in love with how small he feels under your hands, and just surrendering to him, and letting him take what he wants instead of the other way around seems so unappealing to him.
Hot tears roll down Shanks’ cheeks as your hand loosens around his cock. You’ve been teasing him for the better part of an hour without giving him any sort of relief. Every time he so much as twitches up into your hand, you slow down and loosen your grip, and it’s driving him insane. His balls ache, his throat is sore, and his head is spinning from the pressure of your palm on his throat. Your hand tightens around his cock again, and at the same time, you loosen the grip on his throat. Shanks’ cock twitches, and he lets out a ragged gasp for breath, but you don’t let him breathe properly, jerking him off before he gets the chance to exhale.
Shanks’ breathing stutters, and his balls tighten— it’s too much: The head rush, the pleasure, you— “Fuck!” Shanks’ voice cracks as he cums hot and sticky all over his belly and your hand. It’s a lot, the longest streak nearly reaching his jaw. He faintly hears you complain, but he's too busy trying to keep his eyes open and not pass out from the intensity of his orgasm.
“Messy boy,” you tut, a sly smirk spreading across your lips as you get the most devious idea you think you’ve ever had. Shanks makes an unintelligible noise, something soft and pitiful that gets your blood pumping.
You barely register how hard your own cock is, throbbing against the confines of your underwear as you watch your lover shudder under you. Before Shanks’ breathing can relax too much, you swipe your thumb over his messy slit, smirk turning into a grin when his thighs tense and he groans.
“What’s the matter sunshine?” you mock playfully, giving his cock one long stroke from the root, back up to his tip. Shanks squirms, more pitiful noises falling from his lips, “Thought you wanted to cum?” you tease before rubbing insistent circles into his glans.
Shanks yelps and whines, his hand flying to your wrist to try and pry you off as he attempts to squirm from your grasp. His hold on you is weak, and you take that as him not wanting you to stop, so you keep going— rubbing unrelenting circles into the most sensitive part of his cock, relishing in the noises he makes, and the absolutely pathetic expression on his face.
Shanks feels like he might explode; you’re unrelenting, not letting him catch his breath— and it hurts, but it feels so good. He grits his teeth and tightens his grip on your wrist, not letting you do anything more than mess with his tip. He doesn't know if he can handle anymore, but he doesn't have to wonder any longer as your other hand falls from his neck, and trails down between his thighs to stroke his balls. Shanks flinches, an embarrassing squeak catching in his chest as his thighs spasm.“Fuck— Y/N- no—” Shanks whines in between pants, he’s out of breath and half-aware of how pathetic he— Red-Haired Shanks, a Yonko— must look being turned into a complete mess by you, a cabin boy, of all people. You grin mischievously for a split second, before hiding it behind a mockingly concerned expression.
“No?” you ask with a fake pout. Contrary to your innocent facade, your hands continue their sadistic torture. Shanks opens his mouth again, about to whine some more, but you swipe your nail through the slit in his tip, and the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a desperate moan. His head falls back onto his pillow as he shudders, hips bucking up into your hand.
“Doesn't look like you want me to stop.” you muse, using the moment to your advantage. While he’s distracted, you shake off his hand and start stroking his cock in full. Shanks lets out an indecipherable whine and shakes his head, but you ignore him. “Look how much you’re leaking…” you tease, letting go of his balls to swipe up his pre-cum. “You’ve already cum once, but your cock looks so eager to do it again.” You smile, sucking his pre off your thumb.
Shanks’ eyes roll back into his head and he groans, “You’re the worst.”
Big round of applause to my new beta reader @snailpaste bro had to dredge the depths of my unedited brain funk on their very first day. Seriously, they were a big help and they write for One Piece too so go show them some support.
⋆。° ໑ He likes to hunt his food, taking people to his castle and letting them run around and exhaust themselves while he hunts them down.
⋆。° ໑ He's mainly into guys, cause they're easy to lure into his castle, and catch once they're on the grounds.
⋆。° ໑ His castle is heavily boobytrapped, more so the areas he doesn't use.
⋆。° ໑ SECRET PASSAGES!!!! The entire place is littered with fake doors, bookcases, levers, tunnels, and rooms.
⋆。° ໑ He's never felt remorse for any of his victims, until you come along.
⋆。° ໑ there's something odd about you, something magnetic that draws him in, and wont let him stay away for very long.
⋆。° ໑ He's skeptical about you at first, he stalks you to find out everything about you and why you're so different.
⋆。° ໑ He's never caught, not while he's peeking through your window at night and watching you sleep, nor while following you to your classes, or to work.
⋆。° ໑ When he deems appropriate, he'll bump into you by “chance” somewhere he knows you have enough time to talk.
⋆。° ໑ He invites you to his favorite club, but doesn't tell you its a date until you're there. He buys your drinks, and flirts with you, until eventually he lures you back into his castle.
Please continue this with your own hc's. I'm not cultured enough to write vampire mihawk in the way he deserves.
⋆。° ໑ It doesnt matter what you're doing to him— fucking his throat, playing with his ass, even just playing with his little cock, he's going to cry no matter what…
⋆。° ໑ Tears well up in koby's eyes when you stroke his pathetic cock, it feels too good for him not to cry. He tries not to; fisting his hands tightly in the sheets, biting his lip hard, but nothing works and fat tear roll down his cheeks.
⋆。° ໑ Once he gets started he cant stop either.
⋆。° ໑ Koby sniffles, you'd been playing with his poor hole only for a few minutes and he was already crying. He's propped up on his stomach, ass in the air, and face buried into the pillow sobbing as you work your fingers against his prostate. It feels way too good for him to keep quiet, moans mix with sobs as you slide another finger into koby's ass— oh god, he feels like he's going to combust. Eventually he does, cumming all over your pillow with a long drawn out whine. hes too sensitive, and the friction in his cock is starting to hurt, but he'd never ask you to stop playing with him.
⋆。° ໑ Koby tears up when he's flustered too. If you call him a pretty boy or cute or yours, his face gets as red as a tomato, and his eyes well with tears, slipping down his cheeks once you kiss him.
plsssss zoro with a oral fixation and no gag reflex
-⭐️
Mossy (*´꒳`*) He's so baby girl coded (o^^o)
⋆。° ໑ Zoro probably doesn't realize he has an oral fixation until its pointed out, he just thinks it's some kind of habit he's picked up when he starts craving something in his mouth.
⋆。° ໑ When it is brought up, he doesn't really care. he most likely doesn't know what it means
⋆。° ໑ When he sucks your cock for the first time he's surprised how quiet it makes his head, and how much it scratches that itch he never knew needed scratched.
⋆。° ໑ The itch never bothered him before, but after he blows you, it's maddening. he cant go five seconds without wanting your cock stuffed in his throat. If he thinks about it too hard, he'll start salivating.
⋆。° ໑ After his first time blowing you, he's an animal. He follows you when you go off by yourself, whether it be to the bathroom, or to a shop. When he can he'll shove you into the nearest empty room or alley and drop to his knees.
⋆。° ໑ The first few times it happened you may have been startled or tried to stop him, but you quickly learn that when Roronoa Zoro has his mind set on something, he's going to get what he wants, no matter what.
⋆。° ໑ You two have been caught who knows how many times, mostly by Sanji, but a few times by other crew or complete strangers. It's embarrassing in the moment, but Zoro couldn't give less of a fuck who sees, and if you let him, he may even keep sucking your cock while whoever stumbled upon you is still there.
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Back to the topic at hand...
⋆。° ໑ Zoro loves having your cock deep in his throat, he likes the burn in his jaw, and the taste and smell of your musk.
⋆。° ໑ He doesn't like sucking on your balls as much, but if you really want him too and you ask nicely, he'll slobber all over them like a dog.
⋆。° ໑ With how much he sucks cock, you'd think he'd be good with his tongue, but he's not. He rushes into it head first, sometimes without thinking, which is what gets you caught so often, when he wants something in his mouth, the only thing on his mind is cock.
⋆。° ໑ He's addicted to it, nothing compares to the weight and heat of your cock on his tongue, and nothing really scratches that itch better than getting a mouth full of your thick cum down his throat.
i want rayleigh to suck my t cock so fucking bad it isnt even funny. he'd be so mean about it too. stimulating my clit until i'm whining and pushing his head off, but he wont let up. he'd chuckle with his mouth still on me while im squirming and begging for him to give me a break.
he's such an ass. I love him.
⋆。° ໑ If you're not careful and you beg too much, he'll just deny you an orgasm-
"You asked for this baby, did you not want a break?"
⋆。° ໑ He's so cocky about it too, smirking as you try and rub your thighs together for some kind of stimulation, but Rayleigh just pushes your knees back into the bed-
"If you wanted to cum you shouldn't have asked me to stop."
⋆。° ໑ So mean he sometimes leaves you like that, and if you finish yourself off later, he'll make you work for your orgasm next time, whether it be humping his thigh, or riding his cock.
⋆。° ໑ he's got no idea what the fuck he's getting into, not when you bring out that thick leather collar, nor when you tell him to drop to his knees.
⋆。° ໑ He goes down on his knees willingly, lets you fasten the collar around his neck, even though its a little uncomfortable. But as soon as you carefully pull the cigarette from his lips to make room for you, his whole brain has gone blank.
⋆。° ໑ The leash is much, but when its being used to pull his face onto your cock, when you keep a steady grip on it to make sure he chokes on your length, thats when Sanji really starts getting into the role.
⋆。° ໑ If you like choking and you pull the leash behind him so the collar bites into his throat, he gets so whiny and loud. He'd be so loud anyway, moaning like a girl as he fucks your cock into his prostate. His fingernails digging deep indents into your shoulders, because he doesn't know where else he's supposed to grab. Sanji doesn't even realize his nose is bleeding until you're cooing at him and wiping it up. He would get self conscious about how slutty he's acting, but your cock is too big for him to form sentences, let alone think.