He Can't Just Be Undoing Buttons With His Mouth. With His Tongue And Teeth. He Can't Communicate His

Monkey D. Luffy [One Piece] by TsuyaNoUchi

https://tsuyanouchi.etsy.com

i'm thinking about that one tweet that was like 'my partner showed me a pic of what i looked like from their vantage point when we were arguing' for you and shanks and it's sending me

PLSSSSS im getting up on barrels constantly on this fucking ship. He’s one of the shorter crewmates too like they need to DIEEEEEEE

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Immense Intensity.

Everything about him was so big..

You couldn’t help it when you felt your eyes roll back into your skull, choking on your spit sobbing. Everything was so overwhelming, his musk was everywhere. Every breath you took was hot.. you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You were perched on his lap so perfect and pretty.. right in-front of the mirror, there was no hiding your lewd expressions from that red haired beast. His breath behind you shuttering, heaving with anticipation, He couldn’t wait to ruin you.

He spread your thighs wide. eyes glued to his prize, watching as that sweet honey dripped out and seeped through your cotton white panties, he hissed as his mouth filled with saliva, only wishing it was the sweet juices of your pretty cunt.

“Fuuck look at youu hm..?” His rough voice rumbling through your ears waking you up from your daze, you hurried to find his burning gaze in the mirror and whimpered. It was too much.. you’d never done anything like this before, so exposed, so vulnerable. You loved it.

He held your gaze like it was a challenge, his lips in a lazy smirk “ohh I know pretty girl” he said in a pouty tone as his big calloused fist gripped the frayed edges of your night dress, ripping it from the heat of your body. Heavy breasts exposed to the bitter cold of the night, nipples turning stiff. You cried out with arms lurching forward to cover them but to no avail. He was too fast. “Don’t you fucking dare” he snarled deeply in your ear, skilfully snatching both arms with his one. and somehow wrestling them behind your back, “You’re gonna let me see it all.. you hear me sweet baby?”

“Have you ever removed your helmet?”

“No.”

“Has it ever been removed by others?”

“Never.”

“This is the way.”

bonus “I am not a living thing”

monster trio + breeding

luffy’s breeding kink comes to life the first time you joke that he fucks you like he’s trying to get you pregnant. you’ve unknowingly planted a seed that sprouts over night, wild and untameable. suddenly, he can think of nothing else. nothing but how you’d look, how you’d feel with heavy tits and a heavier belly. it consumes him in a way nothing but his most important dreams ever have and he burns with how badly he wants to make it happen. if you thought he was trying to get you pregnant before, it pales in comparison to now as he manhandles you onto all fours. his hands press down on your back to force you into an arch that makes you whine and has every thrust pushing him in as deep as possible. luffy’s driven and focused and terrifyingly silent, the room filled only with your broken moans, soaked pussy cumming over and over on his cock and the blood rushing in his ears. he barely slows down at all when he cums, just glances down long enough to catch sight of some white leaking out of you before he’s off again. he can’t let you waste even a single drop or it will all have been for nothing.

with zoro, it’s not a matter of if he’ll get you pregnant but when. it’s an inevitability he can feel simmering just under his skin like a live wire, lighting up every nerve. it becomes almost unbearable when he has you like this, on your back, folded in half and gazing up at him with watery, lovesick eyes. how could he bear to cum anywhere but inside you when you look at him like that? and though he knows where this will end, with you fucked out and stuffed full of cum, with you bred, he’s in no rush to get there. he savours every moment, every gasp and shudder and plea as he fucks you into the mattress. the buzzing under his skin gets worse when you reach up and hold his face in your hands, warm palms against warmer cheeks. you don’t have to say anything, zoro knows what you need and is rewarded with the sweetest cry of his name when he slips a hand between you to rub your clit in neat circles. even as he’s following you over the edge, even as he grinds his cum into you and fucks you through your high, he knows it’s not enough. the buzzing still lingers and he won’t stop until it’s satisfied.

sanji dreams about knocking you up nearly every night. it’s a problem he can’t really be annoyed about having, not when it gives him a taste of what could be. sometimes, he takes you sweet and slow, rolling his hips against yours and kissing you in the vain hope you can feel all the love he’s never been able to word just right. other times, it’s quick and dirty, a blur where he can’t tell up from down but he swears he can feel your perfect cunt milking him for every drop. the dreams always ends the same way though, with sanji waking up hard and aching in his briefs, a hand splayed across your stomach while the other gropes your chest. he doesn’t move for awhile, just breathes you in and relishes how soft you feel. he wants nothing more than slide your panties to the side, sink into your pussy and paint your walls white but when he fucks a baby into you, sanji wants to be looking into your eyes. he wants you begging for it. instead, he settles for rocking against your ass, edging and keeping himself hard until you finally wake up and he can turn dream into reality.

i wanna talk about my grumpy husband :( warnings: dry humping, a crumb or two of exhibitionism

vice admiral smoker who groans and grumbles when you waltz into his office in the middle of the work day and plop yourself in his lap, who complains about how much paperwork he has to do all while keeping an eye on the unlocked door you left behind you, who can’t stop picturing the look on some stuffy higher up’s face if they could see him now with a pretty thing like you straddling him, short skirt and all.

vice admiral smoker who acts like he’s helpless to stop you when you inevitably start grinding down on his fat bulge, like he isn’t one of the highest ranking marines in the new world and could put stop to it all if he really wanted to. smoker who starts thinking with his cock the moment he feels the pulse between your legs and loses all his pride and reason to start bucking against you, eyes fixed over your shoulder, pretending the hitch in his breath has nothing to do with how he thought he saw the doorknob jiggle for a second.

vice admiral smoker who flushes damn near purple when you hop up on his desk after you’ve gotten your fill of him and pull your drenched panties off to hand it to him, who can’t wait for to walk around with it in his pocket around the base like the secret perv he is, who’s more concerned about hiding the secret treasure in his pocket then the ring of dark marks you made sure to leave behind on his neck before you skipped out of his office.

Omg Jeremy’s face is so cute 😍

luffy & zoro, sun & moon