#romantic monsterfucking

[bigbluemangroupie]

Jinbe Smut Alphabet

Explicit Content MDNI 18+

Word Count: 4,264

Synopsis: Title is pretty self explanatory. I saw a few of these and thought it’d be a fun way to hash out some of my horny Fish Daddy headcannons.

Written with a cis AFAB reader and established relationship in mind.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Soon as he recovers, he always cums last, he’s quick to get off you and apologizes over and over for squishing you if he was on top. (But he has nothing to be sorry about, it’s a good kind of being squished. He’s never so out of control that he would put his full weight on you.)

Jinbe will painstakingly run his big hands all over your body checking for anything out of sorts. He hasn’t ever had the luxury of many personal possessions, from growing up in an orphanage, to living in soldiers’ barracks and then on pirate ships. His brand of affection involves what he can do with his own body. He’ll massage away any knots and aches you have with impossible dexterity, the entire time cooing about how lucky he is to have you.

Privacy is paramount to Jinbe, if he’s absolutely sure the coast is clear he’ll take you for a cuddle in the bath, but normally he’ll settle for bringing some warm towels to wipe you down with. You’ll need it, big boy cums in volume. In true dad fashion, Jinbe falls asleep instantly when his head hits the pillow, so don’t expect pillow talk once you’re both settled under the covers.

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B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jinbe’s Body- His hands. Jinbe is a textbook soft dom. He doesn’t enjoy actual sadism, but baby he loves to be in control. Manhandling you and holding you down are enormous turn ons in and out of the bedroom. He becomes transfixed by the way he can cover entire parts of your body with one hand, even larger humans are so small in comparison to him. If you’ve been together for a while and he’s comfortable enough, he may even show you a few non combat uses for Fish Man Jujutsu.

Your Body- Thighs, breasts and ass. It’s more about having something substantial to grab onto and manipulate you with than the body part itself. After all, you’re his pearl, his sweet little lover, every part of you is a treasure. Jinbe likes to watch his fingertips sink into your flesh when he holds on. Leaving little marks (bruises and indents, he doesn’t like to draw blood) on those places after holding you down with his hands or teeth turn him on more than he’ll ever admit; if they are still visible the next day you might catch him staring with a blush on his face.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jinbe’s sexual stamina has increased to ridiculous levels in his middle age. He does have a longer refractory period than a younger man which he more than makes up for in endurance. Once, when you were the only two left on the ship overnight, he managed to fuck you for nearly two hours straight until the chafing got to be too much. His physical release is just as impressive. You now know to keep plenty of towels in your cabin, if it’s been awhile for him the aftermath looks like someone has dumped a bucket of cloudy salt water.

Jinbe gets most of his pleasure from pleasuring you. He’s steadily getting more comfortable receiving pleasure and praise, but he really thrives when dishing it out. He adores sitting you on his face while he holds you still so you have no other option than to submit to coming over and over on his tongue. The feeling of your body clamping down desperately on his cocks during your orgasm might be his absolute favorite part of sex.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jinbe loves having his prostate milked. He’s not too keen on being outright pegged, although he’ll give it a go if you say please, but he’s an outright whore when your fingers are curling inside him (if you tell him this you’ll never be able to do it again). It took a lot of nagging to finally get him to admit it, and even more to let you finger him. He will only let you finger him from behind with his face buried in a pillow; he’s way too embarrassed to let you see him groaning and gasping.

Once he let you role play as a nurse giving him a prostate exam. While he came harder than you’d ever seen before, don’t expect to get to do it again anytime soon. You couldn’t get him to make eye contact for nearly two days after and he frantically changes the subject whenever you bring it up. Poor sweet thing takes himself way too seriously.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jinbe had a few short-lived romances in his late teens and early to mid twenties. As a member and then captain of the Sun Pirates he didn’t feel like he had the time to give a romantic partner the attention they deserved and shut that part of himself down tight. He did have the occasional one off but it always left him feeling awful. Jinbe needs a long term emotional connection to properly enjoy himself.

However, don’t think for a second he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Taking care and control are what he does best in all aspects of life, and you’ve been thoroughly satisfied since the first time you made love.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

In the beginning it was definitely anything with you on top facing him, lotus positions were the most common. Being a normal sized person it’s to find enough purchase to properly ride him, but Jinbe is more than willing to lift you up and down himself. And let’s be honest, he wants to do the work.

Now that you’ve convinced him he won’t snap you in half, he’s much more amiable to (gingerly) climbing on top of you. You both enjoy tilted guard; you can trap one cock between your thighs and against your clit while the other fucks your pussy.

When you’re in the mood for some double penetration, Jinbe likes to have you in a standing full Nelson. There are two main reasons for this, firstly he has total control on how deep he can thrust into you so as not to hurt you. He’s very concerned that you’ll push yourself too far trying to please him. Secondly, you’re the first partner he’s had that has even attempted to take both of his claspers at once. The intense grip on his cocks coupled with the blissful expression on your face would have him cumming far too soon and he takes pride in his self restraint. Not that you’re complaining, holes stuffed full, unable to say anything other than his name.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Jinbe has a thing for brat taming. Every snarky or childish remark from you is met with playful chiding. When he really gets going he’ll tease you right back, sometimes with a little smack on your ass. Outside the bedroom he’s known to throw smaller crewmates around playfully, that behavior for sure extends to other kinds of intimacy. Calling him “old man” during sex always leads to him pinning you down while you both laugh.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jinbe has very little body hair. The hair he does have (armpits and groin) is surprisingly thick and curly but always very clean. He takes great pride in his appearance, in a traditionally masculine way, from his meticulously maintained clothing to his smooth short clipped nails. This attention to detail most likely is a result of being the top Fishman Karate master of his generation.

The hair on his head is no exception, but he has left a lot of its care to you since becoming a couple. The entire world falls away when your hands are in his hair, brushing, washing or just simply carding through it while you murmur sweet nothings to each other in the privacy of your cabin. It’s a rare indulgence for him, letting someone else take care of him for a change, but he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Flowers and chocolates are absolutely not a Jinbe thing; you don’t need or want those cliches anyway. What he does give you is so much sweeter. Long talks in the moonlight where he gradually opens up about his childhood, amused sideways glances when your younger crewmates misbehave, a firm hand on your shoulder when you need grounding. A best friend, a doting partner, and a fierce protector are the gifts Jinbe gives you.

He won’t kiss you or explicitly flirt in public, those things are just for the two of you, but if you’re close enough he’ll be touching you in some way. As you organically let your crewmates discover your relationship the small touches turn into spending most of your downtime laying on his stomach while he basks in the sun or sitting on one of his shoulders looking out at the horizon. It feels like you’re on top of the world.

You have the same feeling looking up into his eyes as he bounces you on his cocks. He’ll tell you how much he adores you over and over again while you make love and after, but he doesn’t need to. You know. And you adore him too.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation is not something Jinbe does a lot. Even as a very young man he didn’t indulge as often as most. He understands the importance of knowing your own body and would never judge someone else for partaking (as long as they are exceedingly discrete).

However, you may be able to convince him in some long distance fun through a den den mushi. It helps if you’ve been apart for a while. Complete privacy on both ends is an absolute must. If all these stars align, buckle up, he’s gonna talk you through at least two orgasms before he even takes out his cocks.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

A lot of what Jinbe likes during sex is just an extension of what he does outside of it. Even in platonic relationships he’s a service dom Daddy. His thing for prostate milking is more about the sensation than the kink of it (excluding the nurse role play incident you are not going to bring up again).

If anything could be considered a kink, it would probably be fucking both of your holes at once. You learn early on in your relationship that with claspers, only one needs to be stimulated to induce orgasm. (Who doesn’t love a biology lesson while getting railed.) Both at once is an insane amount of sensation, edging on pain. It’s something saved for special occasions, but baby, he makes it special.

Earlier in the day he’ll request that you really clean yourself well, the first time he had to spell it out for you in frantic embarrassment when you took offense. When it’s finally showtime, he’ll plop you down on his face, sucking an orgasm or two out of your clit, moving down to tongue fuck your relaxed cunt. Finally he licks down to your puckered little asshole, rubbing circles around the entrance before plunging his tongue in and taking his sweet time to stretch it out. He’ll rub your swollen clit with his thumb as he curls and thrusts his tongue, and you’re coming again, losing the ability to hold yourself up, finally relaxed enough for the main event. He’ll either stand or kneel, holding you against him, bent in half, back against his chest, feet by your shoulders. A healthy amount of lube coats his cocks and your holes helping him glide into you, stopping as soon as he feels resistance. Jinbe snaps into you relentlessly, amazingly never going too deep. When he comes it’s like a tidal wave, gushing out of your body around his cocks. After he slips out he’ll spend a few seconds admiring his seed oozing out of your reddened, twitching holes.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Privacy is so, so, so crucial for Jinbe. The beginning of your physical relationship was tough, there are very few opportunities to be alone on the Sunny. Most of your dalliances were in the aquarium bar or bathroom when you were the only two abroad. Calling it frustrating wouldn’t do the situation justice.

Franky, thanks to Robin, is one of the first to notice your relationship. He very sweetly remodeled a section of the bar into a small third cabin, finally giving you two a place to be consistently alone. (It took so long for Luffy and Zoro to understand you were together even after you became “roommates”.) Your shared bed is Jinbe’s favorite place onboard, just very slightly ahead of the helm, he almost never wants to fuck anywhere else.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jinbe loves when you laugh. You are his treasure, seeing and hearing that you are happy fills his whole body with that loving feeling. When you’re close, and crane your neck up to smile just for him, it sets him on fire.

Jinbe has a preference for people who identify as female but is also most likely demisexual. He certainly will notice how objectively attractive you are when you meet, but that’s not of much consequence. It will be noticing how witty you can be in conversation that first piques his interest. When he gradually learns how kind, brave and honest you are, that’s when he’s set on making you his.

As your relationship progresses he starts to get aroused by the sight of your body more and more. Overtly sexy things are fine, but the unintentional flash of cleavage, peek at the small of your back, or outline of your ass in tight bottoms, those things really get him going.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything dealing with humiliation or the possibility of it is a big no from the big guy. No degradation, no spitting, no water sports. Cumming on your face seems disrespectful (not to mention that it would be like blasting you point blank with a garden hose). Having you ask him politely to do things is a turn on, but he won’t make you beg.

Exhibtionism is a no go. He’s not such a prude he won’t bathe with the crew in an onsen, you’ve even gone skinny dipping together at twilight, but a peck on the lips and a chaste cuddle are about as amorous as he gets in front of others.

It almost goes without saying, but he absolutely will not do anything that causes you physical harm beyond a light spank or love bite. While he loves holding you in place, most forms of bondage are pretty off putting, especially after his time at Impel Down.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving- Jinbe isn’t the boss of cunnilingus, he’s the CEO, CFO and Chairman of the Board. Sensitive and observant, he’ll know just how much time to spend warming you up. That man drives you wild with long, leisurely licks across your entire vulva with his rough, flattened tongue. Jinbe sucks on your labia and massages the entrance of your hole until your slick is oozing freely and your pretty clit is swollen and throbbing. The look on his face whenever he pulls back to admire your cunt has you feeling so completely adored you nearly cry. When he deems you ready he’ll kiss your clit, murmur something about having the prettiest pearl, and dive in. It takes no time at all for him to suss out how you like it, and he’s capable of repeating any particular motion you need indefinitely. Jinbe’s been around the block long enough to know it’s not about flashy tricks; real pleasure is about patience and endurance, repeating the right movement for however long your partner needs to find their high. Calloused fingers find their way to your chest, toying with your nipples, and before you know it you’re careening into ecstasy. You’ve lost count on how many times in a row he’s been able to make you cum on his tongue this way.

Receiving- Jinbe has a hard time letting you fellate him for more than a few minutes. At first he was concerned you weren’t getting anything out of it, but he respects you enough to believe it when you tell him how much his huge, throbbing cocks get you going. Finding your cunt drenched and twitching after the act helps drive the point home. It’s all he can do not to unravel when you kneel between his thighs. He’s cracked the headboard in his grip several times when you lick and suck up and down his shafts. The image of you with his cocks between your breasts, small mouth stretched around the tips nearly sent him to an early grave. He can’t help but pull you up to ravish you. Well, he could, but where’s the fun in that?

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Making love is what you do with Jinbe, no matter the position or sex act. Sometimes it will be faster or harder than other times. Jinbe doesn’t need fast or hard. He’s learning to be selfish, in the way romantic love is selfish. Jinbe’s selfishness takes form in the way he savors your love making like fine wine. Perhaps if you’d met sooner, before his forties, it would have been shorter, rougher, more frequent sex. At the age he is now, his libido is still going strong, but cumming isn’t as much a daily necessity as it is a form of expressing his love for you. Not unlike an artist at his craft, he takes his time and pays attention to the details. Every single one of your tender, quivering details.

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

Quickies are for boys, and Jinbe is a (fish)man. When he has an inconvenient urge he’s easily able to store the thought for later. Then, when the time is right, he’ll huskily whisper his lustful thoughts into your ear as he fingers you open. It’s absolutely worth the wait.

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

Experimenting is a slow process. Jinbe can go from completely in control during the act, to polite and bashful outside of it. Never one to deny you, you still may need to warm him up to the idea of anything remotely kinky. Letting you finger him was a very big deal, but after that success you found he was a little more keen to try new things.

The riskiest thing you ever did was after very, very carefully making sure no one would ever be able to see you, go for a late night skinny dip that led to you being eaten out, legs over Jinbe’s shoulders under the water, back pressed against the hull of the Sunny. Only your head and shoulders out of the water in the cloudy pitch black night, Jinbe felt it was just barely private enough. While it was hot as fuck, the memory replays in your head frequently, Jinbe’s anxiety before and after sours you both on doing it again. You’ll have to think of a more private way to capitalize on your lover’s ability to breathe underwater.

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

Numerous rounds are not a thing Jinbe does often in middle age, but every so often he can go twice in the same night. Don’t fret, his infamous stamina extends to the bedroom. He’s willing to hold out however long it takes to completely satisfy you, often you have to ask him nicely to fill you up with his seed before he’s willing to let go. You deserve every single orgasm he can give you, and he’ll be damned if his own release gets in the way. Unfortunately chafing is a real hazard and the fun does have to end.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not crazy about toys, although that’s something he would possibly warm up to. Toys haven’t been a practicality in the past. If you’re into toys and initiate the idea, he absolutely would hold a wand to your clit or slide a pretty butt plug into you.

Again it would never be his idea, but Jinbe would let you use simple toys on him. A cock sleeve on one clasper while you lick and suck its twin has him praising your creativity. If he’s really, really in the mood you might even slide a prostate toy into that tight blue hole so it can rock against his sweet spot while he fucks you.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

What Jinbe does is barely enough to be considered teasing. He likes to play a game where he’ll hover over wherever you want him and make you ask him to touch or fuck you. You know to say please. Something about you politely asking for exactly what you want gets him diamond hard. If you do ask in a sassy way, call him Daddy or Boss, or (worst of all) Old Man, you can be sure you’ll be pinned down by a laughing behemoth and in for a very thorough fuck.

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

Jinbe tries to keep his voice low, limited to sweet nothings and praise. The next tier is groaning, head nodding back but still in control of his volume. But the biggest treat is when he completely loses it, barely breathing, and lets loose a husky, barely audible “fuck”.

He loves to make you sing for him. Ever considerate of your crewmates and your honor, he’ll slide his thumb into your mouth to quiet you. The sensations of your moans, gently scraping teeth and wandering tongue send shockwaves down his body. Possibly earning you that delicious little “fuck” in return.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jinbe adores the way you smell. Not so much an armpit guy, although that doesn’t bother him a bit unless you’ve been forced to go without bathing for an extended amount of time. What he does love is the smell of your sweaty breasts and pussy. When he gets the pleasure of undressing you he’ll always bring your bra and panties to his face for a quick sniff before tossing them aside.

Once, when you were apart for a few weeks, you snuck a couple pairs of dirty panties into his bag. The night after he found them, you had a very exciting conversation via den den mushi. The grand finale was Jinbe coming with one pair of panties entangled in his claspers while the other was pressed firmly against his nose, thanking you profusely.

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X = X-Ray (what are they packing)

Jinbe will absolutely try his best to explain to you what he’s got going on before you see it, but words cannot do it justice. You’re ready for two of them, that part is easy enough to understand. And you think you’re ready for the size, you get he’s going to be big at 9’10”. The reality is so much better, and more intimidating, than you could ever imagine. Almost perfectly straight when aroused, the right one is over a foot long, the left an inch or two shorter. He has no external gonads, just a very small pair of fins where they would be. There’s almost no distinction between the heads and shafts, aside from little pearl like bumps under the skin around the tips. Only during orgasm do the heads swell to lock him into his partner. The skin is just blue enough not to be white and incredibly smooth. Thankfully they are individually little more narrow than a human cock would be at that ridiculous length, giving you a little hope that you might be able to take both at once, if you’re feeling adventurous.

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

The more you cement your emotional connection with Jinbe, the higher his sex drive. However, he is long past the need for nightly gratification, and honestly he has shit to do as the helmsman and acting father of the Strawhats. He would never, ever let you go needy, but chances are if you’re with Jinbe you’re also the kind of person that has shit to do and pirates to wrangle. You may still have a slightly higher need than his, but he has no problem rising to the occasion a few times a week.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

Jinbe is (figuratively) a father, a dad, and a Daddy. These things all conspire together to make Jinbe prone to passing out the exact moment he lies on his back. You can trust him not to leave you dripping with the remnants of his love making, but the very nanosecond you are clean, rubbed down and happy, that man is out like a light. It’s kind of amazing, you’ve spent more than one restless night wishing he could teach you how to do it.

[valiantstarlights]

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 you're a bird in the water / i'm a fish on the ground by plonk

💙 you're a bird in the water / i'm a fish on the ground

by plonk

Not rated, 8k, Wangxian

Summary: It takes half a year of being married to a human before Wei Wuxian learns that he can, in fact, have intercourse with his husband. Kay's comments: A story in which both human Lan Wangji and merperson Wei Wuxian are monsterfuckers for each other. I hold this story very dear, because I loved the monstrous way the merpeople are described and how they view humans as all weird and deformed for like not having webbed fingers. Pure comedy gold and good for Wangxian for still being so much into each other. Excerpt: On their wedding night, Lan Zhan knocked out at nine p.m. Humans are so odd. They need to sleep for roughly a third of the day or they stop functioning optimally. Wei Wuxian doesn’t get how their species survived that long, spending so much time unaware of their surroundings. Much better to sleep the normal way, in quick intervals throughout the day. He didn’t only notice Lan Zhan’s strategic mind and considerate habits and strong fighting skills during the war. He also noticed that Lan Zhan was… kind of cute. For a human. It was a weird thought to have. Objectively, humans are strange looking. For one thing, they aren’t iridescent anywhere on their bodies. There’s no real luster to them, but they’re not velvety-matte, either. Just kind of dull. Plus, humans have those creepy multicolored eyes. And their fingers are all… separated from one another. Flayed-looking. And they have weird little teeth.

pov wei wuxian, canon era, merpeople, merperson wei wuxian, human lan wangji, monsterfucker lan wangji, monsterfucker wei wuxian, arranged marriage, post-sunshot campaign, friends to lovers, crack treated seriously, humor, romantic comedy, developing relationship, first time

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[manglam-marfach]

I'm a huge fan of stories where characters come from such different cultures that it makes it genuinely difficult for them to like. TELL whether they have mutual romantic interest, let alone COMMUNICATE it.

ESPECIALLY especially especially when there are aliens or fantasty species with different physiologies that mean even attempting to perform the gestures of romance from your beloved's culture might not be possible!

-Miscommunication!

-Mutual pining!

- No common playbook to follow! ERGO...having to invent ur own!

Yes its about queerness. Yes its about social scripts and the people who struggle to exist within them. Yes its about the beauty of cultural diversity and exploring new worlds because of LOVE and creating a new language to communicate … together <3

[monstrous-munch]

Hey guys conducting research for the monster dating sim again !

So here’s my question:

Why do you like monsters ?

(Obvi we all think they sexy but is there anything specific about them you like ?)

[prisiidon]

…anyway..

[panienkazokienka]

This could fix me.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

possible Sebastian responses to being told earnestly that you love him:

"... thank you." (secretly freaking out, ready to make an excuse to Get Away Very Fast Because e Cannot Deal With That)

"ah, and... I, you." (unsure of his own feelings but he's gotta say SOMETHING to that effect, doesn't he?!)

"and I, you, as much as someone like me is capable of love." (sincere but also kind of awkward, he doesn't know how to phrase it any other way, will ONLY happen after you know the truth about him)

"may I ask why??" (thoroughly confused, will probably only ask this if you have said it within a week of knowing him [wherein he is hoping to feel very smug because your answer will be superficial], OR after you know he's a demon [wherein he is desperately hoping for proof that there is indeed something to love about a creature like him])

[mxmtoon]

no more paternity tests on Down Bad just accept it’s about a monsterfucker who fell in love with an alien

[wallflowerlore]

i spent the weekend binging the only season there is of 2019’s swamp thing and, gosh, it was so made for me that i couldn’t stop being sad that it was it cancelled and how perfect would it be if guillermo del toro, certified monster lover, ever got a hold of the story and made a movie (or revived the tv show, idc). i feel like if there was a second season, they would have gone really there, y’know?

i mean, look at this poster season 1! it was made to attract people like me!

[bigbluemangroupie]

Hey Boss

Jinbe x AFAB Reader

Word Count: 5,715

Synopsis: You’re a new member of the Strawhat crew and have difficulty sleeping in your new surroundings. Maybe chatting with your handsome Helmsman under the stars will help? Or at least give you some rare one-on-one time to flirt a little.

MDNI: Explict Sexual Content

It was just past midnight. Aboard the Sunny it was nearly silent aside from the rhythmic sounds of your new roommates breathing in the womens’ bunk. You were restless, still having trouble sleeping in your new bed. While the ship was becoming more familiar every day since you’d joined the crew, it still felt the slightest bit alien. Especially at night when the constant laughing and bickering of your crew mates wasn’t there to distract you from your thoughts. Just soft, maddening breathing.

Forcing your body to leave the warmth of your bed, you grab a blanket to wrap around your shoulders. No use in laying around miserable. The well oiled door opens silently. Not a single board creeks as you softly pad your way to the kitchen, you mentally thank Franky. Sanji has finished his prepping for tomorrow’s menu and gone to bed, so you’re unbothered getting something to drink. A cup of tea would compliment the crisp night air nicely.

As you wait for the tea to steep you peer outside the kitchen towards the deck. A soft glow comes from the crow’s nest, no doubt it’s Zoro training, it casts down on the hulking outline of Jinbe. He must be adjusting the course to the next island. There’s just enough light to see the soft breeze catch his flyaway curls. You wonder to yourself if his hair is silky and soft, or if it has a satisfying coarseness. What would it feel like to to run your fingers through, to brush through it, maybe even to braid it for him.

Your cheeks heat up. Heart racing a bit, you mentally chide yourself for your school girlish crush. You take a deep breath. It’s been a while since you’ve been attracted to someone the way you’re attracted to Jinbe. Even before meeting the crew Jinbe was well known in the revolutionary and counter culture circles you hung out in. Fisher Tiger’s crew did legendary humanitarian (fishmanitarian?) work after all. You respected the Sun Pirates immensely. So when Dragon’s son offered you a spot on his crew alongside Nico Robin and Jinbe, you jumped at the chance to make real change, without all the bureaucracy of the revolutionary army. Direct action, taking on the world and its injustices head first. Despite your captain’s frustrated claims that he was no hero you saw this as a golden opportunity to better the world.

You knew the old adage that you should never meet your heroes, but you didn’t expect it to be because they’d be so fucking charming. He was courteous, he was honorable, he was wise and knowledgeable and knew when to let loose and laugh. He was strong. In character and physically. He was sexy. Your thoughts had first started to drift to the perverse watching his arms and hands at the helm, muscles and tendons bulging under his skin, hands big enough one might be able to cover your entire head. It was downright obscene.

The tea is fragrant and finished steeping, you stir in a bit of sugar and grasp the mug like a lifeline. There were only so many opportunities to get one on one time with any of your crewmates, might as well as take advantage of your insomnia. Squaring your shoulders and trying to release your nerves with a deep breath you exit the kitchen and make your way to the helm. Each step rebuilds anxiety as you approach Jinbe.

“Hey Boss, would you like some company?” You shyly smile, standing to lean against the right side of the railing around Jinbe’s post. He turns his head to return your smile and your heart flutters. What a man.

“Of course, the sea is calm and the sky is perfectly clear! It would be a shame not to share such a beautiful night.” He beams down at you. “Having trouble sleeping?”

You sigh and nod. “I’m still adjusting to the new surroundings. I’ve never slept well in new places.”

Jinbe hums thoughtfully. “This ship is a little hard to get used to, she and her crew have some very strong personalities.” You both chuckle softly.

“That’s a very diplomatic way to phrase it.” You say, pulling your blanket closer as a breeze cuts through.

“Ha, well, I’ve had a lot of… practice being diplomatic.” Jinbe looks off into the distance thoughtfully. You scan the lines of his face pondering how much diplomacy he’s been forced into over the years. How many times has he been forced to be civil in the face of oppression? How many times has he swallowed his pride for the benefit of his people?

“I can’t begin to imagine.” You whisper, almost to yourself.

He looks at you again, a little more intently. “We all have our trials and tribulations. I’m sure you’ve had your fair share.”

Meeting his gaze you nod. Life’s rarely easy.

Together you gaze at the sky in a surprisingly comfortable silence. You shiver, sipping your tea and adjusting your blanket.

Jinbe clears his throat. “If you’d like, it may be warmer sitting next to me.”

You pause, wondering if this might be flirtatious or if you’re just hoping it is. Either way, it will be warmer next to him. You shyly round the railing, unable to look at his face. Jinbe scoots over a bit so you can settle in. He takes up the majority of the seat forcing your side flush with his. The warmth is welcome. The combination of his body heat and spicy, musky scent engulfs your senses in something akin to a hug. He stiffens for a second, then seems to make up his mind, wrapping the side of his cape around you. More of his heady smell wafts around you. You’re embarrassed by the hope that it sinks into your night shirt for later enjoyment.

Jinbe seems to need to break the silence. “Comfortable?”

“Very, thank you Boss.” You tuck your hair behind your ear and look at him sideways. If you didn’t know better you’d say he was as flustered as you were. His posture is rigid in an awkward way you’d never seen in the normally composed fishman before. “Are you comfortable?”

“Ah, well, yes.”

‘Liar’ you think to yourself, amused. Suddenly you feel yourself growing a little bolder. “You can put your arm around me, if you need to stretch out.”

You hear Jinbe swallow. He removes his hand from the wheel, and places it on your shoulder. Without thinking you lean into his side a little more, letting your head rest on his ribcage. The size difference between you has you feeling a sense of safety normally foreign to a pirate in the New World. You could get used to it.

“Better?” You ask, a little too nervous to look up at Jinbe’s expression.

“Very much so.” Jinbe clears his throat again. After a few quiet moments gazing towards the horizon he starts to explain constellations from Fishman folklore, pointing out great warriors, terrible seabeats, and lovely mermaids made of glittering stars. The rumble of deep his voice is sensual, you can feel the low vibrations in your own chest. As you point out the few constellations from your culture that you are familiar with, you feel Jinbe’s thumb draw slow circles against your shoulder.

“You remember before what you said, about everyone having trials and tribulations?” You grip your mug a little tighter, trying to channel your nerves into the ceramic.

“Yes I do, what about it?”

“Well, you’re right, I’ve had more than my share. That’s probably true for almost anyone who chooses to take to the sea. But I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

“And why is that?”

You look up at Jinbe, making direct eye contact. “Because all of them led me here, to this ship, to this crew, sitting here on a crystal clear night getting to know a very handsome stranger. And I like where I am right now.” The purple flooding his cheeks mirrors your own rosy flush, letting you know he definitely caught the word “handsome”.

“Ha, I’d like to think I’m not a stranger at this point.” There’s a bashful quality to his voice.

“Well, I feel like I have a lot of work to do getting to know you still. I know we’ve fought together a few times now, I know I trust you, but I know so little about you personally. Your likes and dislikes, how you grew up, that kind of stuff.”

“While I’m flattered you’re interested in those details about me, I can’t remember the last time I shared a story about my childhood, I believe you know more about me than you think.”

“Do I?”

“You know we have the same ideals and values, with the work we’ve both done in the past and willingness to join Luffy. You and I have a similar sense of honor. We’re both baffled by the antics of our young crew members, haha. I’m sure there are things I’m missing, I have noticed you quietly studying us during our downtime in deck.”

Your already flushed face gets warmer. “I was hoping you didn’t notice that.”

“You don’t make it as a pirate for as long as I have without being aware of what those around you are doing.” Jinbe continues rubbing circles into your shoulder, pressing just a bit more firmly.

You let out a small shaky breath. “Did you notice I mostly ‘study’ you?” Your chest tightens as you wait for his response. You’ve come this far, you might as well go all in on confessing your infatuation.

Jinbe’s thumb pauses. “I… don’t think I did, honestly. What, hrm, what were you studying about me? I’m sure you haven’t had the opportunity to spend time with many fishmen other than Hack.”

“It wasn’t because you are a fishman.”

“Then what was it? Wondering why an old man has saddled himself with a bunch of young people?”

“No, nothing to do with your midlife crisis.” You giggle. Jinbe sputters then breaks out into a laugh, your teasing breaking some of the tension in the air. It’s now or never. “I started watching your hands.”

“My hands?”

“Yes. They’re so strong and nimble. And very big.”

Jinbe squeezes your shoulder reflexively.

“Then I started noticing the way your tendons flexed up your wrist. And from there how strong and shapely your forearms are.” The words started gently falling out of your mouth before you had a chance to think. “And up your arm to your biceps. The way your muscles bulge under your skin could put a marble statue to shame. And I’d wonder if they’re just as firm as stone.” You watched the hand on your shoulder twitch, hoping you weren’t making Jinbe the wrong kind of uncomfortable.

“Ah, well, would you like to find out?” Jinbe softly offers, eyes fixed again on the horizon. His arm slides out from behind you, moving in a way that indicates he isn’t sure if he should flex or not. Shifting to face him, you drain your mug before setting it down on the floor. You bite your lip as your eyes trail up from his hand and forearm to the sleeve of his kimono. Slowly your fingers follow the path your eyes took, your light caress makes Jinbe shiver. His skin is warm and hairless, incredibly smooth when you move your fingers upward, like a fine grit sandpaper when you move downward. You use your entire hand, it looks so small on his arm that it gives you a girlish thrill, and pass up to his silk covered bicep. There’s a tad of give from the fabric and a bit of fat, but even mid flex the muscle underneath is rock hard. Squeezing, you shyly smile up at him.

“Is it what you expected?” He coughs out bashfully.

“Even better.”

“…Have you been hoping to touch me?” He looks you square in the eye, the light color of his iris stands out against his dilated pupil in softly lit night. His gaze is intense, and maybe just a little bit longing.

“I, um, well, I have, I guess, thought about it before.” You stutter, trying to find the right words.

The flush on Jinbe’s face returns in full force. “Ah. I think, it’s only fair to tell you, upon our first meeting, I was very taken with you.”

Your heart pounds in your chest. This is too good to be true. “You were?”

“Very much so. I did not let myself dwell on the thought, it never occurred to me you might have similar feelings.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Your brow furrows.

“I’ll admit I thought you were quite a bit younger than you are. The last thing I’d want is to be some old lech bothering a young girl. Also, humans, well, don’t seem to normally find fishmen attractive.”

Your other hand joins the first on his bicep, kneading the muscle slightly. “Heh, I’ll tell my aching joints to act younger.” You giggle. “And I haven’t met a ton of other fishmen, but if they’re anything like you I have trouble believing they don’t all have people twirling their hair and batting their eyelashes at them constantly.”

“You flatter me, my dear. I can’t say I’ve seen much hair twirling and eyelash batting in my time.” Jinbe laughs dryly.

The smile on your face widens as you rapidly flutter your eyelashes. You raise a hand to twist a lock of hair by your ear around your finger. Jinbe breaks out into a full belly laugh, and you join him, happy tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

You freeze when you feel Jinbe’s huge hand cup your face, his thumb sweeping the tear away. He presses his palm in gently and you let yourself relax into the touch. “Did you say you’re sore?”

“Always.”

Jinbe hums thoughtfully. “Well, as beautiful as the night is, maybe it would be best to move this conversation somewhere more comfortable and… private.”

It takes a little effort to swallow the lump in your throat. “What did you have in mind?”

“The aquarium bar would do nicely, don’t you think?”

You nod a little more eagerly than you intend to.

“Give me a moment to get things situated here, I’ll meet you in a moment, darling.” Jinbe punctuates with a flirty wink.

You rush back to the kitchen quietly, not wanting to draw attention from Zoro or anyone else that may be awake. You quickly grab a cup and bottle of sake for Jinbe and a small drink for yourself. You check your breath quickly, glad it’s not been long since you brushed your teeth for bed. The thought of changing into something more alluring than your oversized sleep shirt passes through your mind, but the risk of waking the other women doesn’t seem worth it.

In the aquarium the blue green light filtering through the tanks has never seemed more romantic. This was the room that made you fall in love with the Sunny, it seems so fitting to meet Jinbe here. You pour your drinks, fold the blanket and try to adjust your shirt into a remotely sensual position.

“You look especially captivating in this light.” Jinbe nearly gives you a heart attack, he comes into the room so quietly. Or maybe you were just that deep in your own thoughts.

“I could say the same about you, Boss.” You coyly smile back, thankfully calming down quickly after being startled. “I brought you sake, if you’d like it.”

“How thoughtful, thank you my dear.” Jinbe stands next to you, taking a long sip from the cup. Leaning against the bar is the only thing keeping you upright as you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. He smiles down at you. “Now, what seems to be aching the most?”

“Oh, um, probably my back.”

Jinbe sits down on the plush bench, knees together. “I can help you with that, if you like. Would you be comfortable kneeling on my lap?”

Blood starts to pool in your groin, you can’t believe your luck. Being touched by those hands at all excites you, but a back massage? You could die happy right now. “I think that would work for me.”

“Wonderful.” Jinbe pats his thighs to beckon you over. As you approach he reaches out, grabbing your waist to help you into his lap. A moan almost escapes your lips when you notice his hands cover your waist completely. Your back to his front, one hand stays at your waist to steady you while the other hand’s heel presses deliciously into the sore spots in your back.

“You really are tense, aren’t you?” Jinbe murmurs.

“Less than usual, right now.” You let out breathily. A deep chuckle rumbles behind you. Bliss washes over your body. Jinbe’s skillful hand undoing every knot in your aching muscles.

After what may have been a minute or an hour, it was impossible to know, you shift back slightly into something massive and hard against your ass. Jinbe stops abruptly.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean…” The embarrassment is thick in his voice.

Boldness has been your friend tonight, you think to yourself, deciding your next move. “You know, Jinbe, my back isn’t the only thing that aches.”

“Oh?”

“My chest hurts a bit too.”

He sucks in air. “I see.”

Comparatively tiny human hands slide over enormous webbed ones. You guide Jinbe to your breasts, hard nipples already standing out against the thin jersey fabric of your shirt. You gasp softly as you feel his warm palms press down against them, easily cupping both breasts entirely. He gives them a shy squeeze and you let yourself fall back against him. Thick, strong fingers lift and knead your tissue. The relief of having the weight off your chest coupled with the slight friction against your nipples is already driving you crazy. You grab fistfuls of his kimono and let your head fall back to look up at his face. Lips parted, Jinbe breathes heavily, looking down at you completely captivated. Your body rocks, slightly brushing the hardness behind you.

“My lips are sore too.”

So quickly you’re not quite sure how, Jinbe flips you around and pulls you up towards him, pressing his lips hungrily against yours. After at least a dozen desperate, hard presses, the tip of his tongue finds yours, they dance happily together just the way you like. Your fingers undo his top knot gingerly and thread into his thick curls. They have an incredibly satisfying texture, not soft but just loose enough to run your hands through without pulling. Jinbe kisses and nibbles your jaw and neck as you dig your fingertips into his scalp, massaging his head. After a harder nip you pull his hair, earning you a groan that vibrates your chest down to your swelling cunt.

Jinbe pulls back. “I need you to tell me how far you’re willing to go tonight.”

“I’m really up for anything.”

“My darling pearl, please do not hesitate to tell me to stop, or to ask for what you want. No need to be shy.”

“Same to you, Jinbe.” You caress his face with both hands, and kiss his cheeks. “That being said, please take off my shirt.”

You put both arms up as quickly as you can to match his haste in removing your top. The cloth hits the ground as it’s violently thrown away, like Jinbe was banishing it for offending you. He holds your arms down against your sides, pressing them inward. Your breasts are squeezed together as he does, memorizing him.

“Are you a tit guy?” You giggle.

“I do enjoy a nice chest.” Jinbe admits with a chuckle. “And yours is absolutely delectable.”

He leans you back with one hand below your shoulder blades to support you while bending down to kiss the top of your breasts. The other hand comes up to squeeze one of your tits. He rolls and kneads it firmly just shy of the point of pain. Jinbe’s sharp eyes are trained on your face, when he seems confident that you're enjoying yourself, he dips down to suck in your other nipple. You groan and let your full weight rest on the hand at your back, both nipples being flicked gloriously by his tongue and fingers. Hips lightly gyrating, your fingers thread back into his hair, gripping it to steady yourself. He’s relentless, twisting, pulling and sucking with just the right amount of pressure. Occasionally his mouth travels to suck small purple marks into the skin of your chest, but thoughtfully keeps them low enough not to show over a neckline. A private memento of your shared pleasure. You’re starting to wonder if nipple orgasms are actually possible when he pulls away, firmly kissing your mouth.

“What position do you like to be eaten out in?” Jinbe asks, voice dark and husky.

You groan, impossibly turned on by his directness. “On my back, please, baby.” Desperate fingers run through Jinbe’s facial hair and trace softly over his gills.

“I love it when you ask nicely.” He growls. Strong hands slide under your thighs allowing Jinbe to lift you up. His nose plants between your tits as he takes a moment to indulge in your smell. Your clit throbs, you can’t remember the last time you felt so desired. Maybe you never have. You grip his neck as he stands and walks you back over to the bar, gently sitting you on top. Swiftly Jinbe gathers your blanket and his cape, laying them out to provide you some cushion against the cold, hard wood. Getting down on one knee to be level with you he peppers your face and collarbone with kisses, careful not to scrap you with his tusks. You try to return the affection but he tuts playfully and pushes you down flat on the bar, legs over his shoulders.

Before long Jinbe has trailed kisses and nibbles down your body and is busy making love bites on the inside of your thigh. You’re going mad with anticipation when you remember how Jinbe responded strongly to “please” moments before.

“Boss, could you please take off my panties.” You ask as sweetly as you can muster.

He groans and hooks his fingers through the elastic at your hips. “How could I deny such a polite request from a lovely lady?” Jinbe teased. You work together, lifting your hips to help him remove the offending garment. He brings it to his nose and inhales before tossing your panties behind his shoulder. Sharp, light colored eyes lock in on your cunt. With your legs back on his broad shoulders you were nearly spread eagle. “Absolutely divine.”

The tip of his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. His hands move to either side of your vulva, their encompassing warmth grounding you. Jinbe uses his thumbs to spread your lower lips apart. You shudder when you feel cool air directly on your dripping hole.

“Look at you, glistening prettier than any jewel.” Jinbe hummed. “So wet and willing for me.”

Your breathing is ragged. Your clit twitches under Jinbe’s appreciative glaze. Your hole is leaking slick down to the bar top. “Please Boss, please taste me.” You whine.

“As you wish, my darling.” Jinbe’s wide tongue dives in making long strokes against your inner lips. They’re briefly sucked into his mouth and let go with a pop before his tongue spreads you open again. It circles around your entrance, the rough texture of it scratching an itch you never knew you had. You prop yourself up slightly on your forearms to watch, making eye contact with Jinbe. His arms snake around your hips to push you back down flat, one stays lightly on your sternum to encourage you to stay put. The other starts to knead your breast forcing a pleased mewl from your throat. Jinbe’s tongue circles your hole over and over, making you think you might actually lose your mind.

“Baby, please, please, please suck my clit, I can’t stand it anymore.” You beg, clit throbbing from neglect.

You almost shriek when Jinbe starts to flick your nipples. “My beauty. Of course I will suck your little clit, how could I not when you ask so sweetly.” Lips seal around your engorged clitoris. A raspy sigh of relief escapes your throat. Rough tongue rubbing circles on your clit as it’s sucked into Jinbe’s warm mouth, the firm weight of his arms on your torso holding you down, and the relentless flicking and pinching of your nipples has sent you barreling towards your orgasm. The feeling in your core has your entire body burning, you grind lamely against Jinbe’s face, whispering his name like a prayer. A white flash rolls over you and you’re consumed by ecstasy. Jinbe slows down slightly to coax you through your high.

“Please don’t stop!” You cry, feeling another orgasm build immediately after the first. Jinbe sucks on your clit harder and faster, moments later you’re engulfed in bliss for a second time. He slows down again, stopping finally as your thighs tremble on either side of his head.

Hands run up and down your thighs as you sit up to look at him. Jinbe smiles at you warmly. “Still sore?”

A sly smirk spreads across your face. “Actually yes… deep inside here.” You reach down to spread your pussy open. “But how will you massage me so deep inside?”

Jinbe breathes hard and closes his eyes as if fighting with himself for a moment. “My sweet pearl, I do have something that can reach, but it may be different than what you’re expecting.”

Your curiosity is beyond piqued. It would make perfect sense for a fishman to have something other than a standard human cock. “Boss, may I please help you out of your clothes?”

He smiles. “Anything you desire, my darling.”

Jinbe helps you down from the bar top, shifting to sit on his heels while you stand in front of him, caressing his chest and pressing kisses on his collar bone. The knot of his obi is quickly undone. Like a child unwrapping a present you pull off his kimono excitedly. Taut nipples stand at attention against the largest pecs you’ve ever seen. Sloppily planting kisses down his sternum you move bite at one lightly, earning you a sharp gasp and groan. You rub circles across the nipple with the flat of your tongue while rubbing the other with the pad of your thumb. After switching sides you pull back to look up at Jinbe’s debauched expression. Something long and hard catches your attention as it bumps your stomach.

An unfamiliar shape strains against Jinbe’s fundoshi. Two, separate wet spots form against the top of the enormous bulge. Your mouth waters as you wonder about the treat that awaits you under the tight cotton.

“Please show me how to get this thing off, Jinbe.” You lightly tug at the fabric on his hips.

Jinbe cups your head in his hands and pulls you into a hard kiss. Cool tusks press firmly into your cheeks. He releases you and reaches behind to unwrap his undergarment. You move to kneel, wanting to get the best possible view of your special surprise.

Two long, pale, knobby headed cocks spring out of their cotton prison nearly smacking you in the face. Their heads are flatter than a human penis, just slightly wider than the shaft and littered with what look to be small pearls just beneath the skin. Easily more than a foot long each, the right cock is an inch or two longer than the left. While slender in relation to their length they are still individually thicker than any partner you’ve ever had. Together they could absolutely wreck you, if you could even physically fit them in before tearing apart.

Jinbe coughs uncomfortably. “So, um, you see…”

“You’re so fucking pretty.” You coo, almost like you’re speaking to his cocks directly. They barely fit in your hands as you stroke a few times from head to base. The skin is so soft it’s almost slick on its own and just blue enough to not be called white. You feel them throb and twitch. Gently you rub the pads of your thumbs against the heads, the texture is foreign and you can’t wait to know how it will feel dragging along the walls of your sopping wet cunt. Hands twisting up and down his shafts you look up at Jinbe in adoration.

Short sharp breaths leave Jinbe’s slack mouth. His face is flushed, hooded eyes switching back and forth from your face to your hands. “My beautiful pearl, if you want me to ease the aching inside you, you had better stop. You excite me too much, I’d be remiss if I couldn’t attend to your needs.”

You kiss the tip of his cock before moving away. “Where do you want me, daddy?” A squeal followed by a chorus of giggles erupts from you as Jinbe throws you over his shoulder. A soft smack to your ass lets you know you’ve said the magic word. It’s on.

In no time at all you find yourself lying face up on the plush bench, legs hanging off the edge of the cushion, backrest parallel to your side. Jinbe looms over you, eyes wandering over your body, tattooed chest heaving. One hand holds your upper body down on the bench while the other guides you to turn your hips. You lift your leg to offer Jinbe better access to your needy cunt. Watching his hand glide up and down his left cock has you dizzy with lust.

“Boss, I need it, please put it in me.”

Jinbe swallows. “Put what in where? Be specific darling. I need to hear you say it.”

“Please put your huge, hard cock in my wet pussy. Please, I need it so bad, daddy.” Dirty talk normally is too embarrassing for you, but at this point you’d say almost anything, drunk on Jinbe.

He seems similarly intoxicated by you, hand on your chest trembling slightly as the other lines his cockhead up with your hole.

Tears of pleasure roll down your face as Jinbe finally enters you. The flat head of his cock slides with surprising ease all the way in to your cervix, the bumps providing delicious friction as they catch the walls of your pussy. The other cock slides along your clitoris and mound. A guttural moan comes out of you both simultaneously. You press your thighs together and cross your ankles to keep the right cock pressed against your clit, also providing Jinbe more friction. He holds your legs up and to the side by your crossed ankles with one great hand.

“So clever, my beauty.”

Jinbe pulls back until he’s nearly left your body before snapping back in, wasting no time falling into a relentless rhythm with his hips. Full cunt, clit rolling back and forth, and unable to reach for anything with the hand on your chest keeping you in place, you cover your eyes with your arm and submit to the ride.

“So good, so good, so good.” You gasp over and over and over. Jinbe murmurs your name under his breath repeatedly. The world seems to fall away. Nothing exists in this moment but the two of you in your wonderful coupling. All you can hear, smell and feel is Jinbe. It’s the closest to perfect you’ve ever been.

The fantastic LP burning sensation of your third orgasm is beginning to overtake you.

“Please don’t stop, just like that.” Your voice cracks a little as you plead. Jinbe moves his hand down your chest to squeeze your breasts and pull your nipples and he continues the onslaught towards your cunt.

Like a clap of thunder your orgasm hits hard. Your back arches and your face contorts in a silent scream. Jinbe’s cock feels impossibly big as your pussy violently contracts around it.

“Oh, fuck.” Jinbe gasps, his hips snapping faster and losing rhythm. Jinbe lunges down to bite your shoulder, not breaking the skin but definitely bruising your soft flesh as he grinds his cocks into you. The heads of his cocks flare open, locking in the one inside you. Great pulses of Jinbe’s cum pour into the deepest part of your cunt and spray up your torso.

Eventually his cocks begin to deflate. Tender kisses soothe your bruised shoulder. Jinbe mutters soft apologies that you brush off, sweetly stroking his hair. He hovers above you holding onto the backrest of the bench. Adoration shines down from his sleepy smile like sunshine.

Unfortunately Jinbe has to pull back, cock popping out of you letting cum splatter out onto the floor.

Jinbe chuckles bashfully. “I’m so sorry about the mess, my dear, it’s um, been awhile.”

A sleepy, contented smile spreads over your face. “You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.”

Jinbe grabs your blanket and gingerly wipes the cum off your body and the floor. “Wait here.”

Sleep almost takes you before Jinbe comes back. He has brought you a warm damp cloth to wipe off the last bit of the mess. “The crow’s nest is free, Zoro finally went to bed. I occasionally sleep on the mats up there, it’s quiet and relatively comfortable. Would you like to join me?”

“There’s nothing in the world I'd rather do.” You yawn and pull on your sleep shirt.

Jinbe smiles and collects the remaining clothes strewn around the room. You walk together to the bathroom, Jinbe tossing the clothes into the laundry while you use the facilities.

As soon as you’ve finished, you are scooped up and thrown over a massive shoulder. Jinbe carries you up to the crows nest where a literal nest of blankets and pillows is spread out on the training mat.

Together you lay down, yawning and giggling as you get comfortable.

“Am I still a stranger?” Jinbe asks, heavy eyes closing.

“Hmm, I guess not. We’d better do this again tomorrow night to really be sure, though.”

Chuckling, Jinbe hums in agreement. He tenderly kisses your forehead. Spent and satisfied, you finally drift to sleep.

[themadlostgirl]

me: *watching Legend for the first time waiting to see Darkness*

me: I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

Darkness: We are all animals, m'lady

me: uh...

Darkness: I've found my true mate and you know it. Beneath the skin, we are already one.

me: ...

Darkness: My dream is of eternity with you. I offer you this rose, Princess. My heart, my soul, my love.

me: ...fuck

[waterlogged-detective]

My new goal is to find every single ES written by monsterfuckers and collect them all like pokemon

If I cant find a list i will make one

[searsage]

Have some french fries.

[mortifying-macaroni]

How would you react if the creator of Clan Quest read ur fic?

I'd nosedive into an active volcano out of sheer embarrassment.

[panienkazokienka]

Finally a poster and a date for this one!