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CROCODILE x MALE! READER

IN THE LOW LAMPLIGHT

Content: Male AMAB Reader, bottom reader, top Crocodile, cockwarming, office sex, lap sex, light overstimulation, dom/sub undertones, NSFW 18+ MDNI

Synopsis: Cockwarming Crocodile in his office and reaping the rewards

Word Count: 1428

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You had no idea how long you’d been sitting like this for – sat in your lover's lap, bare front pressed against his clothed chest and face tucked into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. Bergamot, cardamom, the sweet smoke of his cigars. You’d lost track of time like this, speared open on Crocodile’s thick, throbbing cock, lulled into a haze by the scribbles of his pen on paper and the rhythmic tics of the grandfather clock.

You let out a content sigh, stretching your back and subtly shifting your hips back onto the cock filling you up so good-

“Patience.” Crocodile’s gruff voice cut through the silence of his office, cold metal hook digging warningly into your hip.

Reluctantly settling back into his lap you wrap your arms around his muscled waist, easily slipping back into a state of mindlessness, knowing only the stretch of his member and the occasional soft kisses pressed to your temple.

Through your haze you watch the light from the large arched windows dim, the water growing darker and bananawani growing lazy outside as dawn came and went.

Lazily, you tilt your head to get a better look at your lover, the sharp contours of his face illuminated by the warm amber desk lamp, wavy strands falling in front of his eyes, brow pinched in concentration. He’d always scoff when you told him he was beautiful, but god if it wasn’t true.

Every now and then Crocodile grinds lazily up into your wet heat, groaning at the snug fit of your walls. He chuckles darkly at your mewls as he teases your rim with his hook, nipping at your ear– “Easy now, darling,” his breath hot against your neck, hand coming up to tug at your hair and expose the marked column of your neck, “You’re doing so well for me. Hang on a little while longer.”

Soon only the hanging mosaic lamps illuminated the room, casting soft shadows across the velvet drapes and tome-filled shelves that stretched towards the domed ceiling. And still, the only sound in the room came from the clock, and the scratches on -what had to be- the final sheets of paper.

Suddenly you feel cool metal run up the dip of your spine, ripping a whimper from your lips, your back arching and cock throbbing. Crocodile hums in appreciation, snapping the pen cap with a satisfying click. He was silent for a while, but you could feel his hungry gaze lingering over your naked form.

Crocodile’s eyes raked over you: legs spread over his thick thighs, cock leaking and wetting his shirt, completely naked while his pants were open only enough to free his cock and heavy balls. He breathed deeply, huge hand coming up to the back of your head, tangling in your strands and easing back to look at you. And, oh, he had to bite back a moan, because he thought you looked divine looking up at him with flushed parted lips, and glassy blown eyes.

“God,” He breathes, suddenly a little too hot, opting to unbutton his shirt and shed the green cravat. You bite your lip at each inch of exposed muscle- something Crocodile doesn’t miss, smirking and soothing a thick finger over your lips, tapping for entrance– “Suck.”

Obediently, you wrap your mouth around the digit, curling your tongue and bobbing your head just the way he likes, and his hook digs deliciously into your hip in response. His throat bobs as you make eye contact, dragging your teeth teasingly and flicking against the tip.

“Fuck.” He growls. Pulling his spit-slicked fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, Crocodile reaches down and wipes them across your puffy rim, relishing the way you jump and instinctively tighten. “So fucking handsome.”

And finally, finally, he begins to grind lazily into your throbbing, aching hole.

“Croc-” you moan, voice hoarse and needy, rocking your hips in desperate need of “more!”

He grins softly, eyes darkening even more, “You need more? That so sweetheart?” Rings dig into your skin as he wraps a large hand around your waist, lifting you slowly up off his cock until only the tip was nestled inside. “How ‘bout this then?” And slowly, achingly, he drops you back down, pulling a wrecked gasp from your spit-slicked lips.

“I-” you gasp, the drag of his girth against your prostate setting your nerves on fire, “Please~”

And how could he ever refuse you? Crocodile grunts, biting his lip and starting to bounce you on his cock. He fills you up with deep, slow strokes, watching your eyes flutter and jaw slacken as his blunt tip bullies into your prostate.

A particularly harsh snap of his hips has you crying out, slick walls clenching tight and turning him feral. He starts fucking into you hard and fast and rough, gritting his teeth and groaning “Jesus fuck baby."

It was good. It was better than good. You could feel your orgasm coiling untouched, eyes rolling back each time his cock sunk deep inside. Your soft groans spurred Crocodile closer and closer to the edge, eyes flitting down to where your cock bobbed against his stomach, precum beading prettily at the tip and begging to be sucked.

It was almost too much, everything becoming too sensitive as your stomachs tightened and tightened.

The sound of skin slapping skin and the squelch of lube filled the room, Crocodile bringing you into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and nipping teeth, hot and fast and taking as he groaned into your mouth.

He knows you’re close, fuck, he’s close, but he likes drawing things out, loves the way your walls flutter at his sinful voice.

“You gonna come for me, beautiful?” He murmurs, deep and smooth, and all you can do is babble desperate pleas, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders and whining.

With each drag of his cock against your walls the coil in your groin winds tighter. You’re so close.

Crocodile laughs breathily, snapping his hips up into you hard and reaching down to grab hold of your leaky cock. “Then cum,” He strokes once, twice, and oh. Oh fuck–

Your body snaps taught, eyes rolling closed as your orgasm washes over you with a wave of white. And crocodile doesn’t stop, milking your cock and grinding against your prostate as you shudder and gasp in his grip, cum dribbling down his wrist.

“Close.” He groans, biting your neck.

You’re too fucked out to moan or whimper as he keeps thrusting into you, overstimulating you by rubbing his his palm around your tip.

It was all too much for him: your walls squeezing and pulsing over his aching cock, the cracked moan of his name as you shudder through your orgasm, the lewd sound of squelching as he fisted your spent cock to make your legs shake-

Crocodile cums with a deep, growling moan, cock throbbing in your tight slick walls, filling you up with his hot release. You whimper his name, tugging at his dark hair when he bites your neck, marking you as his. His hips still after giving a few soft thrusts, emptying himself entirely. You can feel each pulse of his hard cock, the wetness of his cum coating your walls.

Both of you pause, wrapped around each other, panting and trembling. The room is heavy with the smell of sex and sin, and cum dribbles down your thigh as his softening cock slips out.

“God.” With a tired groan Crocodile slumps in his seat, pulling you down against his chest, "God fuckin’ shit."

Crocodile forgoes his usual after-sex cigar in favour of whispering praise and drawing soothing patterns across your skin with his hook. His voice is breathless as he cards his fingers through your hair, “So good. So good for me. My good boy.”

After a while he tilts your head back by the chin, smiling down softly, “You alright?”

His voice is calm and soothing. You nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips, drawing a hum of acknowledgement from the other man.

“Good,” he breathes against your lips before meeting yours in a soft, passionate kiss.

He presses his forehead against your own and gently picks you up, cradling you to his chest. His heart fluttering obnoxiously as you stifle a yawn into his chest and nuzzle his neck.

Picking it up from where it was draped over the desk, Crocodile wraps his warm, fleece-lined coat around your shoulders, carrying you to the pre-prepared bath, “You were perfect, my love.”

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I couldn't think of a title, so I just settled on a phrase from one of Hozier's (many) slutty smutty songs- Work Song. First post on the new blog and the first actual fic I've enjoyed writing for literally over a year. Which is. Mind blowing, to say the least.

If you enjoyed this please do let me know! :D it means a lot to me and many other writers. Happy New Years!

[henrioo]

Yes their writing is really good. You know any male reader blogs?

Oh yeah, now I have a long list with more authors for male readers

Here here

They are my favorites ones

@marimology

@snailpaste

@thepepsislvt

@getyourdirtyhandsoffme

@hopefuldeceit

@sanjisboyfie

@soaln

@asuyaka

@gatorbites-imagines

@sunny-mercya

@cherrryxx

@jesterwriting

The list is bigger now

But I probably forgot a lot of others authors because I following almost 500 people and is hard as fuck remember about each author

I have to clean my following blogs but I'm lazy

Those are blogs that are already writing and I have read and liked, there's others that don't write yet so I didn't put here

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CROCODILE x GN! AFAB! READER

IN THE LOW LAMPLIGHT

Content: Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns), AFAB! Reader (clit/cunt used, so potential dysphoria TW!), bottom reader, top Crocodile, cockwarming, office sex, lap sex, light overstimulation, dom/sub undertones, established relationship, NSFW 18+ MDNI

Synopsis: Cockwarming Crocodile in his office and reaping the rewards

Word Count: 1428

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You had no idea how long you’d been sitting like this for – sat in your lover's lap, bare front pressed against his clothed chest and face tucked into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. Bergamot, cardamom, the sweet smoke of his cigars. You’d lost track of time like this, speared open on Crocodile’s thick, throbbing cock, lulled into a haze by the scribbles of his pen on paper and the rhythmic tics of the grandfather clock.

You let out a content sigh, stretching your back and subtly shifting your hips back onto the cock filling you up so good-

“Patience.” Crocodile’s gruff voice cut through the silence of his office, cold metal hook digging warningly into your hip.

Reluctantly settling back into his lap you wrap your arms around his muscled waist, easily slipping back into a state of mindlessness, knowing only the stretch of his member and the occasional soft kisses pressed to your temple.

Through your haze you watch the light from the large arched windows dim, the water growing darker and bananawani growing lazy outside as dawn came and went.

Lazily, you tilt your head to get a better look at your lover, the sharp contours of his face illuminated by the warm amber desk lamp, wavy strands falling in front of his eyes, brow pinched in concentration. He’d always scoff when you told him he was beautiful, but god if it wasn’t true.

Every now and then Crocodile grinds lazily up into your wet heat, groaning at the snug fit of your walls. He chuckles darkly at your mewls as he teases your rim with his hook, nipping at your ear– “Easy now, darling,” his breath hot against your neck, hand coming up to tug at your hair and expose the marked column of your neck, “You’re doing so well for me. Hang on a little while longer.”

Soon only the hanging mosaic lamps illuminated the room, casting soft shadows across the velvet drapes and tome-filled shelves that stretched towards the domed ceiling. And still, the only sound in the room came from the clock, and the scratches on -what had to be- the final sheets of paper.

Suddenly you feel cool metal run up the dip of your spine, ripping a whimper from your lips, your back arching and clit throbbing. Crocodile hums in appreciation, snapping the pen cap with a satisfying click. He was silent for a while, but you could feel his hungry gaze lingering over your naked form.

Crocodile’s eyes raked over you: legs spread over his thick thighs, cunt leaking and wetting his shirt, completely naked while his pants were open only enough to free his cock and heavy balls. He breathed deeply, huge hand coming up to the back of your head, tangling in your strands and easing back to look at you. And, oh, he had to bite back a moan, because he thought you looked divine looking up at him with flushed parted lips, and glassy blown eyes.

“God,” He breathes, suddenly a little too hot, opting to unbutton his shirt and shed the green cravat. You bite your lip at each inch of exposed muscle- something Crocodile doesn’t miss, smirking and soothing a thick finger over your lips, tapping for entrance– “Suck.”

Obediently, you wrap your mouth around the digit, curling your tongue and bobbing your head just the way he likes, and his hook digs deliciously into your hip in response. His throat bobs as you make eye contact, dragging your teeth teasingly and flicking against the tip.

“Fuck.” He growls. Pulling his spit-slicked fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, Crocodile reaches down and wipes them across your puffy cunt lips, relishing the way you jump and instinctively tighten. “So fucking beautiful.”

And finally, finally, he begins to grind lazily into your throbbing, aching hole.

“Croc-” you moan, voice hoarse and needy, rocking your hips in desperate need of “more!”

He grins softly, eyes darkening even more, “You need more? That so sweetheart?” Rings dig into your skin as he wraps a large hand around your waist, lifting you slowly up off his cock until only the tip remains nestled inside. “How ‘bout this then?” And slowly, achingly slow, he sinks you back down.

“I-” you gasp, the drag of his girth against your g-spot setting your nerves on fire, “Please~”

And how could he ever refuse you? Crocodile grunts, biting his lip and starting to bounce you on his cock. He fills you up with deep, slow strokes, watching your eyes flutter and jaw slacken as his blunt tip bullies into your g-spot.

A particularly harsh snap of his hips has you crying out, slick walls clenching tight and turning him feral. He starts fucking into you hard and fast and rough, gritting his teeth and groaning “Jesus fuck baby."

It was good. It was better than good. You could feel your orgasm coiling untouched, eyes rolling back each time his cock sunk deep inside. Your soft groans spurred Crocodile closer and closer to the edge, eyes flitting down to the ring of cream coating from the base of his cock and your puffy clit.

It was almost too much, everything becoming too sensitive as your stomachs tightened and tightened.

The sound of skin slapping skin and the squelch of lube filled the room, Crocodile bringing you into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and nipping teeth, hot and fast and taking as he groaned into your mouth.

He knows you’re close, fuck, he’s close, but he likes drawing things out, loves the way your walls flutter at his sinful voice.

“You gonna come for me, beautiful?” He murmurs, deep and smooth, and all you can do is babble desperate pleas, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders and whining.

With each drag of his cock against your walls the coil in your groin winds tighter. You’re so close.

Crocodile laughs breathily, snapping his hips up into you hard and reaching down to rub circles against your aching clit. “Then cum,” He strokes once, twice, and oh. Oh fuck–

Your body snaps taught, eyes rolling closed as your orgasm washes over you with a wave of white. And Crocodile doesn’t stop, milking your orgasm and grinding against your g-spot as you shudder and gasp in his grip, slick dribbling down his length and balls.

“Close.” He groans, biting your neck.

You’re too fucked out to moan or whimper as he keeps thrusting into you, overstimulating your pulsing sex.

It was all too much for him: your walls squeezing and pulsing over his aching cock, the cracked moan of his name as you shudder through your orgasm, the lewd sound of squelching. With a deep, growling moan Crocodile threw his heap back, cumming, his cock throbbing in your tight slick walls and filling you with his hot release.

You whimper his name, tugging at his dark hair when he bites your neck, marking you as his. His hips still after giving a few soft thrusts, emptying himself entirely. You can feel each pulse of his hard cock, the wetness of his cum coating your walls.

Both of you pause, wrapped around each other, panting and trembling. The room is heavy with the smell of sex and sin, and cum dribbles down your thigh as his softening cock slips out.

“God.” With a tired groan Crocodile slumps in his seat, pulling you down against his chest, "God fuckin’ shit."

Crocodile forgoes his usual after-sex cigar in favour of whispering praise and drawing soothing patterns across your skin with his hook. His voice is breathless as he cards his fingers through your hair, “So good. So good for me. Mine.”

After a while he tilts your head back by the chin, smiling down softly, “You alright?”

His voice is calm and soothing. You nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips, drawing a hum of acknowledgement.

“Good,” he breathes against your lips before meeting yours in a soft, passionate kiss.

He presses his forehead against your own and gently picks you up, cradling you to his chest. His heart fluttering obnoxiously as you stifle a yawn into his chest and nuzzle his neck.

Picking it up from where it was draped over the desk, Crocodile wraps his warm, fleece-lined coat around your shoulders, carrying you to the pre-prepared bath, “You were perfect, my love.”

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So I forgot to post this version here as well as on AO3, so here you are. Queued up post that I shat out at night frantically lmao. Reblogs with tags and comments are always massively appreciated! Please let me know if anything here isn't tagged correctly

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RORONOA ZORO! NSFW ALPHABET

LETTERS: Q, R, S, V

PAIRING: Roronoa Zoro x AMAB! GN! Reader

MINORS DNI!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

To be honest, Zoro doesn't have much of a preference, but does prefer the two of you to be able to take things at your own leisure. Unfortunately living on a ship with several other people leaves relatively little room for privacy...

That being said, if it's a "we have five minutes but we're both horny" situation, Zoro is taking it- it doesn't matter if it's up against an alley wall with his hand clamped over your mouth, you taking him pressed against the steamed-up shower wall while you clean after a sparring match, or the two of you sneaking off to a hull storeroom before docking.

Even during quickies Zoro makes sure he takes his time with you, running his calloused hands over your muscles, pulling you down into hot and frantic kisses and rolling his hips in just the right way to get your eyes rolling back and your cock twitching. 

Quickie or not, by the end of it, one, or more commonly both of you is left up a thouroughly fucked out, panting mess

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

There are few times when Zoro'll actively approach you with things to try out, he’s rather vanilla in that respect, but he’s still game to experiment with pretty much anything you suggest.

You want to tie him up? Sure. You want to edge him until his tough exterior cracks and he whimpers and begs for you? Why not. You want to switch things up and have him dom the fuck out of you? No problem.

Zoro naturally takes risks, and that applies to his sex life, but it does bring out the competetive streak in him, “Let’s see if you can keep those moans to yourself without anyone outside catching us,” will progress until he has you writhing under his touch with tears of pleasure in your eyes, seeing just how much you can take.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It’s a flip of a coin with Zoro. While he does have amazing stamina, he also has a knack for getting incredibly sleepy after he’s come.

You can expect either: as many sessions as you want, lasting for as long as you want, or a single mind-numbing orgasm before he's yawning and cuddling up on your chest for a nap (even if his/your cock is still inside)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Zoro tries to keep some semblance of control at all times, starting off with a few contained grunts or murmuring soft praise into your ear. But the closer he gets to his release, the harder it is for him to control himself, and little moans begin to slip out of him.

If you’re in control Zoro is far more vocal. His normal grunts will turn into muffled whimpers and breathy moans and pleas. Playing with his chest or teasing him will have him biting his lip and trying to hide the flush that covers his cheeks. Fist your hand in his hair and tug it back to nip at his throat- he’ll whine your name.

On the ship Zoro isn't that loud, he doesn't like the idea of anyone being able to hear him, or you for that matter. He generally manages to control his volume, and will either kiss you or shove his fingers in your mouth if you're getting a little too... excited

Zoro is at his loudest right after he cums. Right before his hips have stilled and he's spilling his cum deep inside you/over your hand, he's tensed and dead silent, hips twitching and cock throbbing- but following that he let's out the longest, hottest moan right into your ear to let you know how good you make him feel.

A/N: Please note this is a repost of a work as I deleted the previous in the process of moving accounts (:

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Can i get some McSugarDaddy Crocodile headcannons but reader actually has feelings for croco? ive been thinking about this a little too much lately

Sugar Daddy!Crocodile x GN!Reader

CONTENT: Crocodile x GN! Reader, SFW, kind of mutual pining

AN: This isn't what i wanted but if I didn’t post it now I think it’d just go to the great fic graveyard in my drive (30 and counting) sorry for the wait ;-;

You’d caught crocodile’s eye at one of the many Gala’s he hosted (after all, charity was always a brilliant way for him to further his influence, to make connections and gain power), where he’d struck up conversation with you after asking to share a drink. It had gone well, and by the time the event had drawn to an end he’d given you his den den number and offered to pay for your taxi home.

Crocodile wasn’t one to chase after people, much more content to work on furthering himself or his many business enterprises. He simply didn’t need to – there were enough many men and women willing to fling themselves at him should he ever be in need of company – which is why he found it so strange that, not but two days after meeting you at a Gala, here he was, den-den pulled closer towards him on his desk than usual, eyes flickering to it every so often as he worked through the growing heap of paperwork.

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If anyone were to ask why, not they would ever question him, he’d simply tell them he was waiting on an important business call, rather than hoping for a stranger, who’s laugh he unfortunately hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, to call.

Your arrangement started as “purely transactional,” in the words of Crocodile.

He didn’t expect sexual favours (at least, to begin with) but simply wanted your company at events, a presence beside him to help gnaw away at the tedious meetings and public appearances he endured in the name of business. You’d wake up with a voice message on your den den, telling you to be ready at 7, with details scarce aside from to check your mailbox, inside which was a new outfit fitting for whatever event he saw fit to bring you to. Over time as he learned more about you, they became more and more tailored to your tastes.

He kept things distant at the start. His touches were modest, an arm around your waist or shoulder, a hand guiding you at the small of your back, but nothing more. You found yourself begging to crave his touch, leaning into the warmth of his palm or wrapping your own around his arm.

His conversations, while interesting, never betrayed any of his true emotions, and he opted to leave you with cash rather than buying anything else for you specifically. Gradually, you began to hope might actually start to open up to you. What did he look like unguarded? How did he look when he was at peace 

As the weeks passed, you found yourself growing accustomed to his presence, the initial intimidation and curiosity replaced by a quiet comfort. Crocodile listens to whatever you have to say intently, eyes never leaving your face, always asking the right questions and relishing in the way you blush when he leans closer to you, blowing cigar smoke out the window and brushing your hair out of your face.

While Crocodile isn’t out of touch with his feelings, he does prefer to ignore them. He immediately noticed how you changed towards him, leaning your head into his hand when he cupped your cheek and laughing a little bit more openly, and sneaking looks when you thought he didn’t notice – he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart feel just a little warmer.

Your dates, as you unknowingly began to phrase them much to his amusement, became far more frequent, with him using anything as an excuse to be around you for longer. Crocodile, it seemed, had an uncanny ability to understand your desires. He took you to places and events you’d been wanting to go to without you asking, such as art galleries, cosy bookstores and grand libraries, or bookings at theatres or cinemas.

Crocodile encourages you to pursue any and all of your interests- there’s nothing he admires more than when you go off on a tangent about something you’re passionate about, or your dedication. With him, money isn’t an issue, he’ll happily pay whatever fees you might need to achieve.

Your relationship progressed from you being a pretty thing draped off of his arm, another way for him to flaunt his wealth and power, to something more personal. He surprised you with a visit to something you’d mentioned excitedly to him weeks ago, booked the wing of a restaurant you fancied for just the two of you, and invited you with him to the opening evening of an exclusive art exhibition of his favourite movement.

It was only when he caught himself thinking about you with a smile while smoking his evening cigar, that crocodile decided to address how he felt– whatever it was.

After a long night that left you nodding off and leaning against him, crocodile opted to take you back to his house. He’d carried you up to a guest room with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, placing you down in the bed and mumbling a soft good-night into your hair. It was then that, in your half-asleep stupor, you accidentally confessed your feelings, clinging sleepily to his shoulders and mumbling for him to stay with you. He didn’t make a big deal of it, but he felt his heart skip a beat, and allowed you to cuddle against his chest until you fell asleep.

The following morning he told you plainly and simply, wanting to cut the tension that ran thick as you drank him out of the corner of your eye (and how could you not, with normally slicked back hair in loose waves, ringed hands sliding you a coffee across the island, his bare chest peeking through his dark brocade dressing gown) that he was interested in you, interested in a relationship more than this.

After this, he begins to open up- lets you run your hands through his hair from behind, and stay at his house as often as you’d like. His laughs become lighter and more genuine, and you find he has a dimple in his left cheek whenever he smiles just so.

He still buys you gifts and treats you, but now they’re far more intimate, and more tailored to your tastes than ever. He takes you with him on his business trips around the globe, letting you soak in the sun or encouraging you to explore the attractions while he attends to business.

He surprises you with gifts delivered directly to your house, a box of your favourite treats, each delicately wrapped in coloured paper, a potted plant he collected from your shared trip to alabasta, or something he saw you looking at or considering buying with his own note attached. Another time, he appeared at your doorstep with an assortment of flowers, (he’s very into “classic courting”) each flower was one he picked carefully to reflect a message to you.

His love languages are quality time and acts of service, but he craves physical touch and, as you find, becomes quite clingy when he’s tired. He loves sharing baths with you, holding you to his chest and relaxing in the warm bubbles, and on his one day of rest per week, lazing around in bed with you during the early morning hours.

The time he realised he was well and truly in love with you was when you were sitting in his lap, his arm looped around your waist and hand smoothing over your cheek, as you had reached up to trace your fingertips over his raised scar. He’d felt his heart jump into his throat at the feeling, realising he’d never allow anyone else to touch him there, and when you smiled at the light dusting to his cheeks, he realised he was well and truly fucked.

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SANJI! NSFW ALPHABET

LETTERS: K, Q, V, Y

PAIRING: Sanji x MALE! AMAB! READER, TOP READER/BOTTOM SANJI

MINORS DNI!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise: Both giving and receiving, Sanji is a total sucker for praise

Sanji’s his favourite part of sex is the intimacy of it, and that means being able to worship his partner and vice versa. He overflows with loving praise and sweet words both in and out of the bedroom, but during sex it has a certain vulnerability to it as he lavishes you in affection using his lips, tongue, skilful fingers, and words

He’ll stroke your hair and cup your face while you give him head, whispering breathy praise about how good you’re making him feel, how perfect you look with your lips wrapped around his cock, how he’s gonna cum down your pretty throat so be a good boy and swallow it all for him

When you praise him he’s going to melt, gazing up at you with his lip caught between his teeth while a pink flush covers his cheeks. He finds it hard to accept praise to begin with, sometimes crying into your neck, othertimes cumming on the spot with a soft gasp and his hips twitching cutely. 

Pet names he loves: Good boy, darling, my love, sweetheart, baby

Creampies: Sanji loves cum. He loves to come inside you, pulling out slightly to coat your hole in his release and watching it dribble out of you. And watching it drip down your thighs and over the marks he’s made there? It’s more than enough to get him rock hard again, teasing you gently before pushing back inside deep, hitting all your more sensitive spots before you’re seeing stars.

When he’s bottoming he wants you to finish inside him. Spread his pretty legs and push them back to his shoulders, making sure you come deep in him. He wants you to press your fingers into him when you’re done, making sure none of it spills out, or maybe using it to finger him to another orgasm.

Sometimes he’ll use a buttplug after your romp in the morning, making sure he’s ready for you at night.

Oral: The man is a GOD at giving head. The first time he went down on you, he had you cumming in under 4 minutes. It’s become one of his favourite things to do, especially with the way you pant his name and tug at his hair. He isn’t all that good at deepthroating, but he doesn’t need to with how fucking skilled that tongue is. He’s fine with face fucking if you want to, but is far more open to it when he’s feeling particularly subby. 

69. He loves it, is a bit miffed he can’t see your face, but adores the feeling of your thick length twitching on his tongue or the way you groan into his own sex. He only wants this for prep, mind you, so once you’re/he’s stretched out enough, he’s up on his heels, kissing you, and slipping inside/guiding you to his entrance with a sly grin

Loves receiving too. Eat him out/suck him off through his underwear just to tease him, and make sure you hold his hips firm to the bed to stop him from bucking. When receiving he’s soft, constantly looking at you in awe. Generally prefers the fingers/mouth combo, even if he isn’t the one bottoming, and becomes a subby mess whenever you rim him.

Other Kinks Include: Aftercare, Somnophilia, Lingerie, Blindfolds, High Heels??, Cockwarming, subspace (on himself, sometimes he just really needs to let go)

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sanji likes to take his time with his partner, riling them up throughout the day, picking them apart bit by bit until they’re both falling apart and then slowly making love.

With that being said, if you’re the one to initiate he’s down for a quickie as long as it’s not some place you’ll get caught- but not the kitchen because that place is sacred to him (you will definitely end up fucking in the kitchen). Because you’re on a ship and don’t have the most tactful crew sometimes quickies are all you have time for but he makes up for it by bringing you to the edge with his fingers and mouth as many times as you need before finally fucking you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

While not loud, he certainly doesn’t hold back his noises.

Sanji moans into you- your neck, chest, ear or mouth in between hot open-mouthed kisses. He pants and swears under his breath, but the closer he gets to orgasm the louder and whinier he becomes. He gasps out your name if you tease his sensitive nipples or clench/thrust particularly hard. Most of the noise he makes is praise as his fingers run through your hair and presses his forehead against yours- doing that to him, especially in the beginning of your relationship, and he just might start tearing up.

When subbing/bottoming, he lets out sweet whimpers and soft moans with every thrust and every soft kiss pressed to his neck. Once he’s come on your cock he gets loud, panting and gasping from overstimulation and moaning your name with his head shoved into the sheets. If he’s come hands free, he will scream your name after trembling and shaking through his orgasm- shove your fingers in his mouth and tell him to suck lest you attract any unwanted attention.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sanji’s sex drive is above average, but it isn’t crazy high. Sometimes he has too much going on in his head and onboard to consider sex

He’s honestly content just to be in your company, and doesn’t need sex all that often- as long as he has you, he’s happy. Now, that being said, his sex drive is above average (when he isn’t being stressed out) and you can generally expect him to be down to do the dirty whenever you want. He gets bouts of massive horniness where he’ll wake you up with his head between your legs, moaning as he bobs sloppily up and down your length, coating it in saliva until it’s just wet enough to slip into his tight heat and start riding you.

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SHANKS x AMAB! MALE READER

NSFW IMAGINE‎

Content: Male-gendered pet names, light dom/sub, oral sex reader receiving, reader has a dick, shanks is a slut (affectionate) MDNI 18+

Imagine...

Shanks blowing you sloppily under the table while you work. Taking his time and teasing your length, groaning when you brush his red locks from his face or roll your hips gently.

Shanks who sucks dick for his pleasure, not yours, laving his tongue around your leaky tip with a satisfied hum; who buries his nose into your groin and nips at the surrounding skin, and runs a hot sloppy kiss up the side of your length.

Shanks who praises you absentmindedly, thoughts rolling off his tongue: "God, you taste so fucking good" ... "So handsome like this" ... "C'mon sweet boy, let me hear more of them pretty moans" ... "Oh, I'm gonna absolutely ruin you later"

Shanks who whines when you fist a hand in his hair and tug- pulling him up and down your length at your own pace, soft, wet sounds coming from his throat with each thrust

Shanks who laughs breathily and gazes up at you with deep crimson eyes, slapping your cockhead on his tongue before taking you down until he gags slightly

Shanks who makes your eyes roll back as he gently scrapes his teeth just right, the slick sounds as he bobs his head up and down your length adding to the heat building in your gut

Shanks who fists his own aching dick while he watches you lovingly, enamoured at every little sound that escapes you, the way your jaw feathers and your muscles tense as you teeter on the edge

Shanks who pulls off your dick with a wet pop, jerking you fast while he presses his cheek to your length, murmuring a sinful “That's my good boy, come on, come f'me darlin',” in between pants

Shanks who milks your cock and outright groans as the first streaks of cum hit his face.

Shanks who takes you back into his mouth only to slurp messily at the last of your release, pulling off just before the sensitivity becomes too much and you writhe under his touch

Shanks who gets up clumsily when you reach to pull him into your arms, ready to repay your lover, but whimpers when you reach down to stroke him and find his shaft covered in his own seed, cock softening after he came just from blowing you

an: unedited in its entirety... It's 11:07pm and I'm tired and down bad for this man and dear god I needed to write this. Leave a comment if you liked it please- for real feedback is the ONLY thing that sustains me ;-;

[henrioo]

Do you know any blogs like your own? Your writing is really good.

~🍦ice cream anon.

OKAY FIRST HELLO OOOOO BEAUTIFUL NEW ANON 😏😏

So huh, I'm not sure what a blog like me would be, I never thought that my blog have something special so this got me off guard

But since I don't know exactly what you want, I'm gonna put some blogs that I read a lot these times, mostly are male blogs but some of them also make gn or fem reader

And thanks, I love when people love my writing because I also love my writing lol

So these are some of the really good blogs I'm reading for now

@snailpaste

@thepepsislvt

@gatorbites-imagines

@sanjisboyfie

@asuyaka

@caramel-cafe-blog

@luffyvace

@stinkysam

I probably forgot a lot of people or blogs but it is because I follow a lot of people and I really bad remebering users so these ones are the ones I find more easier to remember they do male readers and that I like their writing

But if you want to find more male readers author search for "one piece x male reader" then enter on the hashtag of that

Also if you write male readers pls use this tag so more people can find you, also share this tag to most people that read male readers because we need more people on this tag!!!

So don't use only one piece x reader, if you write male reader use the tag for male reader, is better for the community to find you!!!