#nocturnalrorobin

[quinloki]

Quin do you have someone particular in mind? Because what you described I either picture Mihawk, Rayleigh, Lucci, Kid, Izou or Crocodile maybe Sabo too. Yes definitely Sabo too.

You can't just drop this and not write more. 🥵

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I mean, me being me I had Marco in mind primarily. Sat between your legs, using one transformed foot to wrap his talons around your calf and keep your legs wide open.

Long fingers just finding the points that send sparks through your vision. The way he flickers flames over you every time you orgasm to help you recover a little faster so there's less time between them.

Rayleigh's a good choice too. He doesn't even press his fingers inside your ass, just teases against the ring until you're losing your mind wondering how he can bring you to the edge like that. A gentle swipe of your slit with his thumb and you're crying, begging, gods and demons just let you cum, just once, please.

He wants to know what the rush is, you both have all day, just relax. Once you relax he finally pushes inside, and you're cumming in that soundless sort of way that rolls your eyes back, mouth gaping like a fish out of water, squirting down his arm.

Sabo's a good one, but he's traded his usual leather gloves for those bright blue neoprene gloves. You've been role-playing, and he's the shady government official there to get your confession. You've done nothing wrong, of course, but you're still going to admit to your crimes by the time he's done with you.

Don't fight it, don't think too much, just drown in the pleasure and admit all your sins to him. He promises he'll make sure you atone for each, and every. single. one. ♥

Kid's thick fingers are covered in lube, and the stretch is intense, but he's only going to hurt you if you beg for it, so it might feel weird, but it still feels good. The cold heavy curve of the tip of his metal finger against your tongue and the perfect tension against your neck. It's equal parts alluring and scary how fine his control is over that massive hand.

How caring he is that the finger tips are rounded right now, so there's no hard edges against your tongue or lips. Every time you cum he's leaving hickies and bite marks on your skin, seasoning that deep pleasure with spice just the way you need for it to prolong everything.

Crocodile's hook cradles your neck as his single finger fills you well. He teases pushing his thumb into your cunt, but shifts up and teases your clit just as you think you're going to get double penetrated by his fingers.

Of course he does this while you're in his lap, legs draped over his, gaze hazy and unfocused as half the upper staff gives the report for the day. You're certain Crocodile won't have missed a word, but you're not even sure how many people are there. No would dare to risk anything more than a shaky voice or clearing their throat in regards to you, and the only time people stop talking is when you're cumming.

Everyone listens, no one daring to disturb the one Crocodile actually wants to hear.

Izou has you suspended from the ceiling, face lined up with the window as he works. Between the height of the window and some curtains, no one can see much except your face, but if you cum too hard to scream the entire ship's going to hear you.

The point is who gives in first - will Izou show mercy, or will you remind the crew that the one person who can really make you bloom is him?

Lucci is unforgiving in fingering you, nearly forcing an orgasm from the beginning, but you can't. Much as he works you toward the brink you have to fight it, you have to struggle - by Lucci's words specifically you're not allowed to cum until he gives you permission.

The longer you obey him the more pleasurable his conquest of you will be. Make it a minute and you probably won't need medical attention. Make it two minutes and the bruises and claw marks will be much sweeter, almost kind.

Make it three minutes and any crying you do will be from overwhelming pleasure.

Hold out until he tells you you're allowed and you won't be able to walk for a couple of days for all the best reasons.

[punks-never-die205]

Please let's talk about Kids hand. This scene had no business being this horny. Just all things it could and would do.... 🥵🫦

Let's talk about Kid's thick... strong... calloused hand, rough with hard work, coarse from countless nicks, splinters, and metal shavings. How those fingers could crush the life from you with ease, but instead they slide over your body with all the luxury of crushed velvet.

How the light run of fingers over your sweat-slicked body are able to cool you, a rush of goosebumps trailing behind the tender touch.

How the heavy press of his palm against your skin, fingers splayed out and holding you so easily in place, is hot in comparison, nearly burning the shape of his hand into your skin.

How easily he supports you, even if you're pushing or over six feet in height you're just small compared to him. He could pull you apart with brute cruelty, but the way he makes you come apart is not nearly so final.

You know the big, powerful things he can do, but you've seen the fragile gears of his butterflies, the impossibly small springs for the baby chicks he made. For all the power and anger, there is the most controlled skill dancing along the lines of his knuckles.

The kind of hand that can hold your desperate, shivering whines so tenderly as you nearly drown in his touch.

[shaanks]

Hi! I think that's my first ask to you? Eventhough I've been following you for a while. 🫣

What's your favourite hc about Shanks?

Heya Robin!!! I think so too, but that's exciting, thank you for wanting to stop in and talk! :"D

God tho idek where to start, all I do is spin that man in circles in my head all day long. I think my most frequently used headcanon is that he's really sappy and sweet and doting when he's in love, that always ends up figuring centrally into my daily thoughts and the little snippets I write out for him.

One of the other ones I like for him though is that he kinda plays down the more exceptional parts of himself because it's no fun to hang out if everyone's either scared of you or in awe the whole time.

I think that there are a lot of reasons that he doesn't do or take much seriously unless its necessary but like. Nobody's gonna play cards with you if you beat em every hand, people aren't gonna be comfortable partying with you if you throw around your power and status all the time, etc etc, so he's like. Slouchy silly little guy! Drinks are on me let's play a few rounds!! Just a guy layin on a hammock wearing sandals at the beach unless it's necessary to not be, because it's more important to him to connect and have fun with his friends and the people around him than it is to Be The Best at whatever is happening.

He's just a silly! He just wants to have fun c: to me anyway.

I could literally go on forever talkin about him lmfao. Thank you so much for your ask my friend!!

[fanaticsnail]

Hi Snail!

Happy Birthday!!!! I hope you enjoy your day. Have lots of cake. 🎂

I'm ashamed to admit I didn't finish my present for you on time.

Thank you so much Ro! I did have cake for breakfast 😬 and I am regretting that choice deeply as I lay on my couch.

A present? 👀 Only presents I need is presence, and I am grateful you're taking time out of your day to send me an extension of your kindness in my ask box. Thank you for that, and I adore you.

[nocturnalrorobin]

TWIN FLAMES

Heat x f!reader

@fanaticsnail, here's a little treat from your friend @quinloki. I tried my best to stick to the request (NSFW Fluff vibes, with with some Soul Mate AU or BDSM AU, maybe Heat being pliant when horny >.> Or some Lazy Morning sex, OR some body writing ) , but the fic sort of hot away from me. I hope you like it! 💝

Cw: piv, cunnilingus, body paint, blindfold, failed attempt to lazy morning sex

Minors DNI

“Twin flames in the shape of a heart,just like our mark.” He kissed the crown of your head. “I'm never letting you go again and no one will come between us again. I promise you that my love.” He held you tight and you nuzzled into him.

You woke up before Heat, your cheeks immediately flushing, remembering the previous night. Your finger traced over the scars on his face, down to the coarse lips of his Glasgow smile. A part of you will always blame itself for not being there to help him, but the night he was made an example of in front of everyone was when your parents left the island with you and never looked back. Your parents always told you that if Heat was truly your soulmate, the two of you would be bound to meet again. Now, here you were, both of your flaming marks no longer greyed out. 

“Do they bother you?” Heat's sunken eyes stared at you. He wouldn't blame you at all if the scars were a deal-breaker; it's how it usually went in the past. You flinched when he suddenly spoke. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't notice him opening his eyes. 

“What are you saying, my flame? You are perfect the way you are!” You smothered his face with ginger kisses. “I just got lost in thought and parts of me will always blame itself for not helping you back then. I Should have done something, but my parents took me and I was so weak.” Soft sniffles could be heard from you; you weren't even aware that you held this in.  

“Hey, none of that, my love. I never once blamed you. We were both kids; I’m glad your parents took you to safety. I always knew I would find you again; I was just worried my scars disgusted you. This is how it usually goes, so.” He held you close and caressed your back while he explained, but you noticed his expression was more melancholic than it normally is.  

“It’s their loss. You are mine anyway.” You stated and gently bit his lower lip so that he would give you access. The kiss quickly grew more heated as your tongues wrestled for dominance.  You heard soft whimpers from him as you pulled him on top of you and pushed your tongue between his lips. You felt something hard poking at your ass trying to get some friction. You humped your hips towards his crotch. 

“Hmmm please my flame…” He desperately rutted his hard cock on your clothed pussy, hungrily kissing you. 

“Please what, my dear? You have to be more specific!” You grabbed his hair and made him look into your eyes. 

“I want to fuck you. Please, I wanna feel you. I will do anything.” He begged.

“If you are a good boy and make me cum you may fuck me.” You promised him. Heat beamed at you, eyes sparkling. 

Heat got up from the bed and went to one of his cabinets. “Be a good girl and take off your clothes!” You did as you were told, excitedly biting your lower lip. He bound your hands above your head to the bed and blindfolded you as he returned. His warm rough fingertips trailed down your right leg, you whined at the sensations. When he reached your foot, he knelt down covering it in gentle kisses, before spreading it to the side so he could bind it to the end of the bed. He did the same to your left foot, before gingerly tracing back up on your leg. He quickly took off his shirt and shorts and joined you in bed. 

You felt the bed dip when he came back, he positioned himself above you, and for a moment you could have sworn he used his flames on something. “How does that feel, my flame?” He used something against your nipple and then down to your clit. You couldn't quite figure out at first what it was, but when it brushed your clit and made you wiggle involuntarily you could feel bristles. 

“Is that a brush?” You quizzed, but something warm drizzled on your chest down to your belly before you got an answer. Heat started drawing over your left nipple while his right hand spread the chocolate body paint all over your upper body. He enjoyed the way your body twitched with every touch of his hand or brush; you mewled as the rough pad of his thumb caressed your right nipple, only to move on seconds later. The brush eventually hovered over your clit, but first, he gingerly ran the brush over the outer parts of your pussy anywhere but where you wanted him, and he knew it.  

“Hmmm, Heat. Please I need it.” You humped your hips forward, trying to get some friction to no avail.

“Yes, my flame. What do you need?” He feigned ignorance with a chuckle. 

“You. I wanna feel you. I wanna cum. Please.” You whined. 

“Tsk, tsk. What to do? My masterpiece isn’t finished.” He faked contemplation before he threw the brush across the room and spread your lips so he could take a slow, long lick swipe with his tongue. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue while he gently eased in one of his large fingers. You bucked your hips as you felt him wrap his lips around your clit and suck it. You groaned as he added a second finger and bent them in the come-hither motion, making sure always to reach that spongy spot deep inside of you. He quickly added a third; you were so wet and needy for him. As your breathing became more erratic, you wanted to grab his hair and push his head closer, but you couldn’t. Heat noticed you were struggling with your cuffs and bit into your thigh. “Stop struggling, or I won’t let you cum, my Flame.”

“I’ll be good Heat. I promise.” You whined fucking yourself on his fingers. Heat kissed the bitemark and went back to sucking and licking your clit. The thrusts of fingers increased, and after two more swipes of his tongue, you were shaking and moaning around him. Heat worked you through your high and then gently pulled out fingers.

“Open your mouth, my love, and clean the mess you made.” He ordered and pushed his fingers inside your mouth. You whined at the taste of your own release and flicked your tongue around his fingers, and sucked on them, finishing them off with a pop. Heat kissed you while removing the blindfold and cuffs and then moved to free your legs. 

Heat cuddled close to you, his hard cock poking at your side. You rolled on top of him and slowly slid your fingers down his upper body that now had paint on him as well. You hovered your pussy at his tip, but didn't move down. “I'm not sure if you deserve your price, only good boys get to cum.” You instantly felt bad when he whimpered, but you tried to hide that fact. 

“But I was a good boy.” His sad puppy eyes looked into your soul and his grip on your hip turned almost bruisingly. He couldn't take it anymore and thrusted up into you with brutal pace, his lips devouring yours. “I'm sorry.” He mumbled between the hungry kisses. “But you teased me for too long.” His kisses went down from your jaw to your neck all while you bounced on him in rhythm with his thrusts.

“He-Heat, please don't stop!” You begged. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Heat thought you were an absolute vision, the way you were all blissed out on him. Heats thrusts quickly became more erratic as your gummy walls took his release. You hit your second high shortly after, collapsing onto him. 

“What were you trying to paint anyway?” You looked down on yourself, but it was way too smudged to see. 

[lockes-woods]

Trick and Treat

MDNI!!!

This was originally a kinktober request, but since I got sick for the second half of October I still want to fulfill the last three (now two) requests.

Request: How about orgasm denial and overstimulation Shanks x afab reader x Beckmann for Kinktober? 🤔

Requested by: @nocturnalrorobin

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (m/f receiving), Orgasm Denial, 69 (sex position), Cock Warming, Large Cock, Fingering, Anal Probing, Hand Jobs, Light Bondage.

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A whine keened in your throat, eyes watering, as you tried to keep your breathing steady. Well as steady as anyone could with one of your partner’s cock resting deep down your throat. It was at times like these you were reminded just how proportional your over six-and-a-half-foot partners were. You bit back a moan as the vibrator pressed firmly against your clit buzzed to life. Tears of frustration took form as you were pulled closer and closer to your release, unable to seek any relief yourself. Beck had secured your arms behind you making any attempt at cumming impossible. Your tears streaked down your face as the sides of your mouth stung in a way only Beck’s cock could stretch them. Not to say that Shanks was lacking in that department, but Beck was thick.

You held your position, warming his cock, as you ascended higher and higher. You could feel your climax thrum through you, seconds away, when the buzzing abruptly stopped. He groaned at the sensation of your broken moan stimulating his cock. Your tears are now freely falling. You sniffled as he cradled your jaw in his hand. You lean into his warm touch as he thumbed away your tears.

“Fuck, doesn’t she look so pretty when she cries?” Beck asked, lightly tilting your head so that Shanks could get a better view. Shanks could only groan in response, Beck’s right hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock as he stifled another one of Shanks’s orgasms. Shanks panted in response; a heavy blush flooded his cheeks matching the irritated head of his cock. If he looked that fucked out, you could only imagine how wrecked you must look.

Shanks was bound to the chair from your vanity, stark naked with his arms also restrained behind his back. You inadvertently clenched at the sight of him. You weren’t sure how long you’d been at it, but enough time had passed that his cock was fully coated in precum. You couldn’t tell which one of you was more fucked in by your punishment.

This was far from the first-time Beck had made you warm his cock with your mouth. In his opinion, it was the perfect punishment for your smart mouth. Which to be fair was partially why you and Shanks were being punished, or at least why the punishment was so severe. Beck had made you both promise to hold off having sex until after he was done supervising the restoking of the Red Force. It shouldn’t have been an issue; you were still wiped out from the night before’s activities to wake up before he left. All you had to do was abstain until noon at the latest for him to be finished. Unfortunately, you didn’t account for how whiny Shanks would be when he woke up with a hangover.

At this point, it shouldn’t surprise you that he would use that angle, or any angle if you’re being honest, to have sex. He saw the opportunity and immediately jumped on it. You were always at your most pliable right after waking up. You were already cuddled up in his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck when he began to complain of a headache. He promised that it would be, “just the tip,” and that, “Nothing cured his headaches like an orgasm did,”. A more awake you would have turned him down in a heartbeat considering the last time you had disobeyed Beck you weren’t allowed to cum for an entire week, which with your high libido partners felt like an eternity. But with the combination of his soft words and gentle touches, you found yourself ass up, chest down as he took you from behind. He had already fucked you to the point of overstimulation as he continued to chase his own high after you had already reached your peak. If it wasn’t your moans that could easily be heard from the corridor, or the lewd sounds of Shanks’ pelvis meeting your ass, the slamming of the bed against the wall was a dead giveaway. Shanks came deep inside you as Beck slammed your shared bedroom door wide open. You probably would have been left off easy if it weren’t for your overly bratty tone when asking Beck, “The fuck you gonna do about it,” in response to him asking if you had anything to say for yourselves. Your mouth immediately shut as he stood over you both, arms crossed, with a deep-set frown. In that moment there was no question that you were fucked.

You lost count of how many orgasms had passed at this point. You had just come to terms with the fact that you wouldn’t find relief tonight when Beckman threaded his fingers through your hair and forced you to look up.

“Still doing okay angel?” he asked, checking in on you. He reached around your back and inserted a finger into your grasp as he stared down at you lovingly. You squeezed his finger once without hesitation, signaling yes.

 “Good,” he hummed, “Make me cum.”

You immediately perked up. Beck smiles down at you, looking at you with eyes full of admiration. Without missing a beat you pulled back from his pubic bone, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock as you pulled back so only the head of his cock was still resting in your mouth. Beck groaned as you maintained eye contact as you sucked on the tip of his cock, tongue tracing his urethra, before sliding down and continuing to tease the veins on the underside of his cock. He let this go on for a minute or so before tightening his grip on your hair, halting your movement.

“Baby, stop teasing and make me cum, or I’ll show you what teasing gets you.” He grunted. While his threat was vague you decided to air on the safer side as you began to bob your head, taking as much in him as possible.

“Fuck,” Beck moaned tilting his head back. You set a brutal pace before Beck took over. His grip on your hair tightened as he began to trust into your mouth. Your eyes watered as you now focus solely on your breathing. You momentarily broke eye contact to take in your other love. He was desperately whining, as Beck pumped his cock in succession with his thrusts into your mouth. Your only warning before Beck came was the slight twitch of his cock on your tongue. He was too focused on stealing another orgasm from Shanks to give a proper warning. You took in a deep breath as his seed flooded your system. Your eyes watered, lips stinging, as he held you firmly down on his cock. He slowly released his hold on you and Shanks as he fell back on his forearms.

You gasped for air as you pulled off of his now flaccid penis. You panted, resting your head on his thigh as you tried to catch your breath. Beck took a beat to recover before he began to untie Shanks’s hands. He immediately intercepted Shanks’s left hand as he went to relieve his aching pain of overstimulation without release. Beck clicked his tongue at him.

“Since you were so desperate for each other. I'll allow you to get each other off,” Beck started, Shanks immediately began to impatiently make his way over to you before Beck grabbed his upper arm and continued, “The only caveat being that whoever cums first won’t be able to cum for the rest of the day.”

“I never said we were done,” Beck said, pulling a desperate whine from Shanks’s throat. Beck ignored his whining as he slid down to the floor and began to undo the knots of your restraints. He gave your forearms a once over until he was satisfied, placing your needy form on the bed.

“Baby, go lay down on your back,” Beck ordered you.

You quickly followed his direction as you lay down in the center of the bed. You waited as patiently as you could, the only thing giving away your need was the shameless rubbing of your thighs together. Soon Shanks was ordered to crawl over you in a 69 position. Shanks nudged your thighs apart, before immediately going for your clit. You couldn’t help but moan as his fingers quickly joined in, stroking up and down your slit before breaching your pussy.

Beck as always took gentle care of you. He cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, while simultaneously checking that you were not only physically okay, but mentally as well. In what felt like a matter of seconds you found yourself back under the covers with your partners. Both you and Beck cuddled around Shanks reaping the benefits of his natural warmth. 

You got him back immediately as you deep-throated his cock. You could feel him gasp against your clit. Not missing a beat, you traced your fingertips down his length teasingly before you began to gently massage his balls in tandem with the bobbing of your head. He sucked harshly on your clit in retaliation, thrusting a second finger into your heat. You panted against his cock as you tried your hardest to not orgasm. You quickly sucked two of your fingers into your mouth as you continued to jerk him off. Once you were satisfied you traced your fingers down his cock, past his balls, and began to lightly trace over his asshole. Shanks's reaction was instantaneous as he began to grind back against your fingers. While you knew it was a dirty move, there was no way you’d be able to hold off much longer. Your efforts were almost immediately rewarded by the telltale twitch of Shank’s cock against your tongue. While this time you had more of a warning, you were still overwhelmed by Shanks’s cum. You were only able to swallow half of it, the rest splattered on your lower face and neck. At this point, you were well past the point of caring. You collapsed onto the bed. You were about to move to clean up when Shanks suddenly buried his face back into your cunt, doubling his efforts. You couldn’t help but lie there and moan as Shanks traced made-up designs on your clit while fingering you with a third finger. Before you knew it you were cumming hard on his face; your thighs squeezing his head in place. The edging causes an almost painful stimulation. After riding out your orgasm, you and Shanks collapsed becoming a mess of limbs as you both lay down motionless on your bed.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the this one-shot. I'm hoping to finish the other two kinktober one shots in the up coming weeks. I only have four request currently so I'm hopeful I'll be able to get them out before February.

[jintaka-hane]

Crooked Nose

Masterlist

500 words | gn!reader | fluff | img src Summary: Someone needs to tell the captain he’s got something on his nose… I dedicate this to my moot wife @armiliadawn, whom I love dearly, and I know she loves our captain's crooked nose 😘

Lost in your book, legs crossed on the couch, you hear the armchair across from you groan under the weight of a massive body. From the way the springs creak, it could be a few of your crewmates piled on there. But then comes that familiar, gruff growl, and you don’t need to look up to know who it is.

"Hey, Cap," you say, not looking up until you've finished the paragraph. When you finally do, he's right where he always is. Sprawled out in his usual way, one arm draped over the backrest and one leg slung over the armrest, taking up more space than he needs.

“Hey,” he mutters. He’s been working in the workshop again. You can tell by the faint metallic smell clinging to him and because he always crashes on that chair after tinkering. But tonight, something about his face catches your eye.

A dark smudge stands out on his pale, freckled skin, streaked right across the crooked bridge of his nose. Grease, probably. Must’ve scratched his nose while working.

You snort before you can help it, and he shoots you a scowl, settling even deeper into his cocky lounge position on his beloved armchair.

“…What,” he grunts.

“Nothing, just…” you say, grinning as you push yourself up and wander over. He watches you with that flat, unimpressed stare of his, brow lifting ever so slightly. And when you reach for him, hand hovering a little too close to his face, he grabs your wrist, fast and rough.

“Woah, what the fuck,” he snaps. Because, honestly, who knows if you’re about to slap him for something he did and forgot about.

You laugh, slipping free with ease.

“Relax, you’ve got a smudge. Right there.” You wave feebly at his nose. “Let me get it.”

He grunts again, not exactly giving permission, but not stopping you either. Your finger tips nearly grazes his face as you lean in closer and he snarls even more, squeezing his eyes shut.

You bite back a laugh, watching the captain tense up, his nose scrunching the second your fingertips touch him. You tap at the smudge lightly, but when it doesn’t come off, you’re forced to rub it away with your thumb, tracing the sharp angles of his crooked, hawkish nose.

Your lips curl up without thinking as you do it. Seeing him so vulnerable under your hands… lined eyes shut tight, that deep scowl still in place… your heart skips a beat or two, and your cheeks start to burn.

Shit.

“All done,” you finish in a hurry, pulling back like you’ve been burned.

The muscles in his face immediately relax, but when he opens those sharp amber eyes, they land right on your flushed cheeks.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?”

Shit, shit, shit.

“Nothing!” you blurt, scrambling back onto the couch, snatching up your book and holding it up like a shield.

And that was the moment you realized, with no hope of turning back, that you'd fallen for that insufferable bastard—the arrogant, self-assured captain of the Victoria Punk.

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Taglist: @fanaticsnail @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @i-am-vita @eustasscapitankid @nocturnalrorobin @daydreamer-in-training <3

[a-killer-obsession]

PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

Masterlist || AO3 || Part One

PART 6/6 - GROUP ACTIVITIES (Everyone)

CW: sex with strangers, afab reader, semi-public sex, fingering, oral, in a moving vehicle, is it unsafe sex if its happening without seatbelts in a moving car?, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, fivesome- F/M/M/M/M, M/M action, bdsm, shibari, choking, hair pulling, squirting, degradation, pain kink, deep throating (m receiving), spitting, bukkake, handjobs, blowjobs, p in v sex, pet play/use of pup/dog/master

WC: 5.5k

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin @bbnbhm

Wire probably could have finished the walk back to camp in half an hour given his long legs, but he took it slowly, careful to not jostle you too much as you snored softly in his ear, nuzzled up against his soft hoodie. You didn't wake until he returned to camp, the reverb of his voice in his chest pulling you from your deep sleep with a yawn.

“She okay Wire?” Killer asked with concern as Wire approached their tent, gravel crunching underfoot. “She fall on the trail or something? Her knees look sore.” Wire just replied with a shit eating grin, to which Killer gave an amused huff as he caught the meaning. Killer had to admit, he was a little proud of you, he wasn't sure you'd be able to successfully crack Wire but you'd proven him wrong.

“Help me out with her, will ya?” Wire said as he carefully bent at the knee to unzip his tent and lay you on this air bed, “can you grab me a wet cloth to clean her up?”

“On it,” Killer gave a mock salute and went to his own tent to grab something he could dampen. He wet it in the kitchen and quickly returned, sliding into the tent and sitting behind you to prop you up. You winced as Wire put the damp cloth against your knees.

“Jeez, what'd you do to the poor girl?” Killer joked.

“Spanked me, fucked my throat, pounded my ass,” you replied with a half lidded smile, making both men snort. “Fuckin… monster cock,” you said sleepily.

You were half asleep and quickly drifting off while Killer massaged your shoulders and Wire cleaned and applied antiseptic cream to your wounds. They weren't too bad so he didn't bother to dress them, they'd no doubt look and feel a lot better in a few hours. When he was done with your hands and knees he indicated for Killer to put you on your belly, and you gave a little squeak as he laid you over his knees and Wire yanked down your pants.

Killer made a low whistle as he saw how red your ass was, clear prints from a large hand painted red on your soft flesh. You whined as he ran a hand over the marks softly. Wire was rummaging through a black duffle not far from your face, and you almost choked when you saw the other contents. Ropes, anal plugs, lubes, what looked like a swatch of leather no doubt for impact play, a ball gag and a dildo that was closer to Killer's cock size.

“Fuckin’ hell, and here I thought I came to camp prepared,” you snorted as Wire found what he was looking for. Killer didn't even blink an eye at the bag, he clearly already knew about it. “I haven't seen you bring any other girls to your tent so who are those for?”

“Heat, mostly,” Wire replied with a smirk as he applied a soothing balm to your ass. Your eyes went wide thinking about it. Sweet Heat, bound and gagged, now there's something you could get behind.

“Fuck, I'd love to see that,” you hummed.

“Maybe you will if you're a good girl,” Wire gave your ass a gentle, playful slap before Killer helped him pull your shorts back up. You stayed where you were, still very sleepy but a little more awake now. Besides, Killer's lap was comfy.

“Well, I hope it'll happen tonight cos I'm heading home tomorrow,” you told them with a pang of sadness. It was very tempting to just call in sick on Tuesday so you could take an extra day at camp but you really had shit to do at work.

“Aw, you're leavin’ us doll?” Killer said, feigning hurt.

“Unfortunately, sorry boys, this ride was a limited time offer,” you hummed.

“Well, at least let us take you out to dinner tonight,” Killer offered, “we were gonna ask anyway but we found a restaurant Kid wants to try while we were in town so we were planning on heading back around dinner time”

“I won't say no to a free meal,” you rolled onto your back and stretched out with a yawn, “need a nap though”

“You just woke up!” Wire huffed, “snored in my ear the whole way from the summit!”

Killer snorted a laugh and you pouted. “It's not my fault your massive cock wore me out!”

Wire sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well, you can sleep here if you want, but I have shit to do. Don't drool on my pillow”

“Yes sir,” you winked, climbing out of Killer's lap and snuggling into Wire's blankets. They smelt of masculine musk and some sort of spice. “Wanna take a nap with me Kil?”

“I'd love to, but I promised Kid I'd go for a swim with him,” Killer patted where your leg was under the blanket, then he stooped and gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead, “I'll come wake you before dinner with enough time to change, get some sleep”

“Thanks Kil,” you yawned again, curling up in a little ball and nuzzling your head against Wire's pillow.

As promised, Killer woke you for dinner, and you changed into a cute, slightly nicer dress and some cute strappy heels. You even applied some fresh makeup before heading into town with the boys. Dinner was lovely, it was a pretty nice steakhouse restaurant you'd never tried before, and now that Wire was more comfortable with you the conversation was energetic and pleasant. These boys were fun to be around for sure, and you laughed more than you thought possible with strangers. You learned they actually all worked together as mechanics at a store they co-owned together, and while Heat and Wire were older, they'd all known each other since high-school. Kid was the main mechanic, Killer was the people person (though he was also a trained mechanic), Heat was a welder and Wire handled the money.

Tummies full (after watching them all eat a frankly concerning amount) you all huddled back into the ute, Heat being kind enough to lift you into the cab since it was so high up, before climbing in himself and sandwiching you between him and Killer. The two of them were the least wide of the four, so they'd arranged themselves this way to give you more space, with Wire driving.

“So,” Kid started, “Kil mentioned you're heading back tomorrow. Where to?”

“Ah, I don't really like to share that information,” you replied shyly.

“Really? You've had us all inside you but you won't say where you're from?” Kid huffed.

“That's sort of the point baby,” you smirked, “wouldn't be strangers if you knew. Besides, what if you're all actually stalker serial killers?”

“Probably shouldn't have gotten in a car with us then,” Killer mused.

“Alright Killer,” you snorted, “like that isn't a serial killer name. Actually, you might be right. Ah well, I never claimed to be smart. Just horny”

“Yeah?” Killer leaned over so his breath was brushing against your ear, making you shiver, a hand trailing up your thigh, “you horny now?”

“Sweetheart, I'm always horny,” you replied back. Killer gave Wire a look through the rear view mirror, both of them sharing a grin which spread to the other two as they noticed it. You suddenly felt very much like small trapped prey locked in a closed space with the four giant men.

Before you could think, Killer was firming his grasp on the thigh closest to him, and Heat was grabbing the other, both of them working in tandem to spread you wide. Kid poignantly turned sideways in his seat to watch, and Wire adjusted the rear view mirror so it was pointed directly at you. You could see his cold, amused eyes as Killer's hand ran up your thigh to your center.

“Naughty girl,” he laughed, “she's got no fucking panties on”

“Fuckin’ slut,” Kid laughed, “let's see that pussy then”

Killer pulled up your skirt and held your leg in his lap, as did Heat, your pussy on full display for all four men. You bit your hand as Killer ran a finger through your cunt, gathering up the slick that was quickly pooling there. He dipped his middle finger inside you, making you whine, and you heard Wire laugh.

“She's so wet already,” Killer mused, “you like this baby? Want me to make you squirt right here in front of everyone?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered as he added another finger and pumped you slowly. Heat's hand ran up and down your leg, stopping occasionally to rub your foot. Killer removed his fingers for a moment and reached under the seat in front of him, pulling a beach towel that must have been unused from earlier.

“Lift your ass sweetheart,” he cooed as he unbuckled your seatbelt. You lifted obediently and he put the towel underneath you before returning to his previous position and pushing his fingers back inside you. You let out a shakey moan as he started finger fucking you, your head resting against the back of the seat while you panted. All of the men were watching you hungrily, and Wire cursed having to pay any attention to the road. He considered pulling over, but they'd be back at camp in another ten minutes and then he could have all the fun he wanted with you.

“Your pussy is sucking me in, so greedy,” Killer purred, running his tongue up your barred neck and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Was your mission successful sweetheart? Did you fuck all four of us? It's been, what, forty eight hours? How many times has this greedy little pussy taken our cocks?”

“F-five,” you moaned, “and Wire fucked my ass”

“Fuckkk she really is a slut,” Kid laughed, “give us the rundown doll, I wanna hear how you let us use that tight body”

“F-first Kil fucked me in the kitchen,” you moaned, struggling to form words while Killer finger fucked you, his thumb rolling circles on your clit while Heat touched your legs and breasts. “He- fuck- he ate me out, then he fucked me with a popsicle, then he bent me over the counter and fucked me and sprayed his cum on my back”

“With a popsicle huh?” Wire hummed, “and you barely even knew us, nasty little slut. Go on then, who fucked you next?”

Kid was palming himself through his pants as you continued speaking, the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy echoing in the car cabin. “Next morning Kil took me in the shower, fucked me from behind then I blew him and he came on my face”

“So pretty covered in my cum,” Killer hummed, nipping your neck.

“Then- then Kid fucked me in the spa,” you continued, letting out a long moan as Killer bit down on your neck and marked you, having to catch your breath before you could continue, “he fucked my- my little slut throat- and came down it, then he ate me out till I squirted, then he bent me over and fingered my ass while he fucked me till he blew his load inside me”

“Fuck yeah I did,” he grinned, “filled that pussy good”

“Then- hnng- then Heat fucked me by the bonfire,” you had to take a moment to pant, you were getting close and Killer took note, removing his fingers to edge you. You whined and Kid enjoyed getting a straight view into your gaping pussy. Killer let you calm before returning his fingers. “Killll~” you whined.

“You can cum when you finish telling us how we all fucked you,” he explained, “keep going baby”

“H-Heat let me ride his face,” you moaned, “I squirted on it- hnng- he laid me down and worshipped my body and called me Goddess, hnnng Kil please let me cum”

“Not till you're done,” he scorned, removing his fingers again and giving your pussy a wet sounding slap that made you buck, “Keep. Going”

“Fuck- hnng- he- he ate me out more, then he fucked me till I squirted on his cock, then he came on my stomach,” you continued, “I took him to my bed and the next day I woke up to him eating me out, fuck, it was so fucking hot. He fucked me again and creamed inside me”

“Good girl,” Killer hummed, “that was this morning, now tell us what you let Wire do while we were off at the beach”

“He fucked me on the summit,” you whined, Killer's fingers moving at a painfully slow speed, your orgasm teetering right on the edge, you were desperate to cum, “he spanked me c-cos I'm a greedy little brat w-who needed to learn a lesson, then he fucked my throat and came down it, then he made me get on all fours and made me squirt while he fingered my ass - hnnnnnng Killlllll~ - then he fucked my ass till I couldn't walk, fuck, please let me cum, please”

“Good girl,” Killer returned three fingers to your pussy and his thumb to your clit, working you furiously, “go on sweetheart, you've been so good”

The wet sloppy sounds your pussy was making as he finger fucked you and your loud whines and moans were music to their ears, and you shook hard as you came, squirting on Killer's hand, your pussy making impossibly sloppy, pornographic sounds while your whole body tensed and your eyes rolled back. You went limp immediately, panting hard while your hips gave the occasional roll from an aftershock.

“Heat, clean her up,” Wire ordered. Heat undid his seatbelt, grabbed both of your legs and spun you so your legs were either side of his shoulders, ass hovering in the air, and your head in Killer's lap. You moaned and shook as he lapped hungrily at your overstimulated cunt, licking up all of your honey, plunging his tongue deep inside you and running it up your wet thighs. It was just as well the car windows were tinted as the ute pulled into the camp carpark, your thighs either side of Heat's face and your knees against the window behind him.

“Wire, stop here a second, I've got an idea,” Kid said quickly. You barely took notice of him leaving and running to the camp shop while Heat was eating you out, and Wire turned to pull your dress further up and your bra down, so your tits were exposed and being pushed up by the bra. He tugged on your nipples and gave them slight twists before smacking them, making you buck into Heat's face. Heat in turn whined against your cunt, the vibrations making you reply with your own whine. Kid returned to the car and Wire turned back to the steering wheel, continuing the drive back to the tents. Kid held a familiar key with a white tag, spinning it around his index finger.

“Got us somewhere to have some fun,” he smirked, “the shop's shutting soon so I paid extra to return the key tomorrow”

“Good thinking,” Wire mused, “we'll need some space. She was curious about my bag of toys”

“Heat!!!!” you suddenly cried out, your whole body convulsing, head digging into Killer's thighs as you gushed against Heat's face, panting hard as he released your legs and let you slide down so your ass was in his lap. His face was dripping with your cum and he licked his lips and smirked, his hands running all over your body.

“Good boy Heat,” Wire hummed, “I'm gonna have to give you a reward later”

You could feel Heat's dick twitch under your ass as he let out a low whine at the promise. The car came into park outside the tents and Killer helped you sit up and right your clothes, and Heat opened the door behind him so he could back out and pull you with him. He cradled you easily against him, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist while he carried you around and the others gathered what they needed. Bags and towels in hand, Kid led the convoy to the spa buildings, Heat carrying you the whole way while you languidly licked and sucked on his neck, still dazed from your two impossibly hard orgasms.

Kid unlocked one of the spa rooms and held the door open for everyone else, Heat carrying you in and placing you on the wooden decking that surrounded the tub, which was just the right height for Heat's erection to press against your core. The two of you made out aggressively while the others settled in, Kid and Killer stripping and sliding into the tub, standing behind you on either side to undress you and grope you, forcing Heat away for a moment to pull your dress over your head. They each licked and kissed and touched whatever they could, making you moan into Heat's mouth and roll your hips against him, your legs still wrapped around him to pin him to you. Wire was busy pulling things out of his toy bag, and once satisfied with his choices he removed his shirt and shoes. Heat whined as Wire grabbed his hair hard and pulled him off you with significant force. You pouted, but his mouth was quickly replaced by the men behind you who took turns turning your head to force their tongue in your mouth.

“Settle in, sweetheart,” Wire smirked at you, holding Heat by his hair, head forced back while Wire's hand wrapped around his tattooed neck, “if I go too far for your comfort, use the colours, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Rest assured though that I know Heat's limits well. I'll go easy on him for your sake though”

Kid and Killer pulled you backwards into the spa, settling you in Kid's lap, Killer's hand on the thigh that Kid's hand wasn't already on. “Warm my cock will you babe?” Kid whispered in your ear. You lifted yourself and sunk down on his cock, whining at the stretch. He made no move to thrust into you, and held you still with a strong arm around your waist to keep you from using him to get off.

Heat was forced to lean against the decking, his palms flat against it, looking you in the eye as Wire stripped his clothes from him indignantly. He took the piece of leather you'd seen earlier, running it over the curve of Heat's ass, before pulling his arm back and smacking it with a crack that echoed through the small, round room. Heat's eyes remained focused on you, but he let out a pleasured whimper. Kid grinned as you pussy clenched around him at the sound.

“Little slut liked that,” Kid smirked, “felt her pussy squeeze”

Wire grinned and smacked Heat's ass again, the tattooed man's focus faltering as he whined. Once again your pussy squeezed, and this time Kid made a groan of his own. After a series of ten hits, Heat's ass was bright red and bleeding slightly from broken blood vessels, but his cock was impressively swollen and hard.

“You gonna be good for me, pup?” Wire growled in Heat's ear, pulling his hair again.

“Yes master,” he replied in a well-practiced routine. Wire pulled him to stand upright, Heat now standing exposed and naked in the middle of the room while Wire grabbed ropes. He lazily tied a harness around Heat's torso that squeezed his already massive pecs, before pulling his arms behind his back and binding his forearms together. Wire made sure you had the best view the whole time, and you were transfixed by the skilled way he pulled and knotted ropes to make a beautiful, symmetrical harness. It was clear to you that Wire was an experienced hard dom, and by the other things laid out which included the muscle soothing balm and scissors for emergencies, you knew he knew what he was doing and that everyone was safe in this situation.

It was strangely calming yet erotic to watch him bind Heat. You'd been a rope bunny before but you'd never seen another man tied up, it was fascinating to watch the way Heat's dick would occasionally twitch, the way his eyes would close and his brows would furrow when Wire ran a soothing hand over his skin as he worked. He finished the harness, then he took a strip of leather and bundled Heat's hair up in a messy ponytail, securing it with the leather to keep it out of the way. You bit your lip, fuck Heat looked good like that. Naked, muscular, tattooed, his blue dreads in a ponytail, his torso bound in tight black ropes, his pierced cock hard and red with need.

As soon as he was done, Wire kicked the back of Heat's knees and used the back of the harness to guide him down so he wouldn't fall too hard. He walked to Heat's front, wrapping a hand around his neck, the thumb coming up to trace his lips. Heat chased it with his mouth, moaning as Wire slipped it in. He swapped to his middle and index, letting Heat suck on his fingers before he pulled his hair with his free hand and started to essentially finger fuck Heat's mouth. The tattooed man gagged on the long fingers, spit pouring from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck. Wire pried his mouth open and spat a fat glob into it, and Heat made a low whine, his dick visibly twitching as his jaw was forced shut again and he swallowed.

“Such a good dog,” Wire mused, “our dear [y/n] almost managed to swallow all of me, why don't you show her how it's done pup?”

“Wire?” You asked shyly.

“Yes sweetheart?” He turned his attention to you as he unfastened his pants and stroked his cock a few times.

“Don't waste any cum,” you smirked, “I want it all”

“In you or on you?” He asked, idly smacking Heat's face with his fat cock. Heat gave it kitten licks whenever it was close enough.

“On me, I wanna be drenched,” you replied with a lustful smile.

“Your wish is my command princess,” Wire grinned back, “be ready to hop out of the tub and come kneel when I tell you”

“Yes sir,” you smiled, leaning back against Kid, giving your hips a quick swivel to keep him semi-hard inside you.

“Open up pup,” Wire ordered. The second Heat's mouth opened, Wire's hands were in his hair, shoving his cock deep down Heat's throat. Heat gagged and his eyes watered, but he looked up at Wire with earnest as he was skull fucked. You were thoroughly impressed by how well he could take Wire's cock, a little jealous even. You found yourself idly rolling your hips on Kid's now fully erect cock, watching intently as Wire's dick disappeared in Heat's mouth, the bulge that moved in his throat, the drool and tears that ran down his cheeks and neck. Killer had one hand on your thigh, groping and rubbing it, his other hand languidly jerking himself off. You replaced his hand with your own, and he groaned and rested his head against the back of the tub as you resumed the languid pace he'd been using.

Every now and then Heat would be allowed air, though it usually came with a slap to the side of his face and a thumb prying his jaw back open. Wire's head was thrown back as he fucked Heat's mouth, groaning as he got close to cumming. “Princess, knees, now,” he ordered.

Kid and Killer helped lift you over the side of the tub and you quickly knelt, water dripping from your body and forming a puddle under you, your hand running between your legs and rubbing your clit. Wire pulled out of Heat, throwing him back a little, before grabbing your hair and jerking himself off over you. You ran your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, tasting Heat's saliva, and a few moments later hot threads of cum were spilling out over your tongue and face, making you shudder with pleasure as the viscous fluid dripped. You gave it a small lick, but you didn't want to clean too much, just a taste.

“Thank you sir,” you smiled up at him. He gave you a playful slap to the side of your face before pulling Heat up to his knees.

“I think Heat deserves a reward, don't you?” Wire asked. You nodded and held out your tongue invitingly. You expected Wire to bring Heat close enough for you to blow him, but instead he pulled him in front of you, stood behind him, and started jerking him off. The pace Wire set was brutal, at the same time biting and sucking on Heat's neck, pulling and twisting his nipples and giving them hard slaps till the bound pecs were red and swollen. Heat was bucking into Wire's hand, letting out low whines and resting his head back against Wire's shoulder.

Kid and Killer had gotten out of the tub, sitting at the edge of the decking and continuing to languidly jerk themselves off, biding their time till they could have their turn playing with you. You were such a pretty picture, on your knees, fingering yourself, Wire's cum coating your face and spa water dripping down your body, your tongue lolled out, inviting Heat to frost you. They couldn't wait to see you dripping with their loads too.

Unable to restrain yourself, you crawled forward and took the end of Heat's cock in your mouth, sucking on it and running your tongue over the end, tasting his salty precum. He let out a long moan and Wire pulled him away just in time for Heat's cum to spurt violently over your face and chest, and you shuddered as the lewd notion of being covered in more than one man's cum put you over the edge and you clenched around your own fingers. You rubbed your face against Heat's cock, wiping the last drops of his cum onto your cheek so none would be wasted, giving him one last kitten lick as a thank you.

Wire ran his hand soothingly over Heat's stomach, holding him softer now. “Good pup, you did so good,” he looked to Kid and Killer as he started untying Heat's ropes, “your turn, I'm gonna take care of Heat, I better hear her screaming by the time I'm done”

Killer wasted no time in hooking his hands under your armpits and pulling you to your feet. “You want her mouth or cunt?” He asked Kid, wrapping his arms around your waist and walking you forward, his erection hard against your back.

“Mouth,” Kid replied, “I wanna see her cry while I fuck her throat”

Kid slid off the decking but leaned against it as Killer pushed your head down, forcing it towards the redheads cock as his other hand lined his cock up with your needy hole. Kid's hand wound tight in your hair and pulled you to his proud erection, and you gave it a few licks before taking it in your mouth, tasting the spa water and your own pussy on it. You put your hands either side of him against the decking for support as Killer sheathed himself in one fluid motion, forcing you deeper onto Kid's cock. You gagged and looked up at Kid, your eyes already watering as your lips stretched to their limit around the impressive girth.

Killer was ruthless as he fucked you, Kid holding your hair tight and matching his pace. Killer grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, holding them with his large hands to keep you upright, additionally supported by Kid's hand in your hair as they fucked you hard from each side. After edging themselves while they watched Heat and Wire's show, they didn't need long to hit their peaks, and they both came with a groan. First Kid who pulled your mouth of him with a pop and dripped heavy globs of thick cum over your face, followed by Killer who coated your back with a violent spray of cum, with what seemed like an impossible amount of spurts.

Killer pulled you back to your feet and gave you a hard kiss, entirely unbothered by the cum all over your face, before urging you back to your knees. This time Wire had folded a towel, and placed it under your knees to protect them from the cement floor. Ready to go again, Heat and Wire practically presented you with their cocks, and you took one in each hand, alternating between which one you eagerly sucked on. Killer knelt behind you and bullied three fingers in your cunt, his other hand coming around your front and playing with your clit. At some point Kid regained his energy and stood over you as well, so now you had three cocks to alternate between, using your hands for two and your mouth for the other.

Killer was working hard on making you cum, but when he slipped a thumb in your ass you couldn't hold back any longer, and the splashes of your heavy squirting were audible to the whole room, the towel barely catching any of it and a good amount dripping down your thighs and making you shudder from the ticklish sensation. Killer cooed praises in your ear before pushing you further onto Wire's dick and standing to join the circle. Now you had issues, but the boys were patient as you alternated between them, rotating around you so you wouldn't have to twist too far to get a cock in your mouth.

Heat was the first to cum, quickly pulling your hand from his cock and kneeling behind you, cumming over your ass with a deep whine. Kid was next, pulling you off Killer's cock so he could force his in your mouth, making a few last thrusts before pulling out and painting your tits white. Kid's cum was so fucking thick, and there was so much of it, not a surprise considering the impressive size of his balls. He slapped your face with his softening cock before leaving you to Wire and Killer.

Wire was next, you'd been taking as much of his cock as you could, and he was impressed with how well you were doing, you'd clearly had a new determination set in you after watching Heat take him. He added to the mass of cum coating your face, running the tip against your throat to wipe off the last drops. He gave your cum covered tits a smack before forcing your face towards Killer.

Killer was long but far less girthy than the others, which made him easier to deep throat, and he cooed praises the whole time while he thrust into you before pulling out, taking a step back, and letting out another wide spray of cum. It splashed over your entire face and torso, you counted fourteen impressive spurts in total, and he left you absolutely drenched in cum. His thumb threaded in your mouth as he panted, and you sucked and licked it, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze and cum dripping from your chin.

Deciding he wasn't quite done yet, Heat knelt behind you, pushed your front down, and penetrated you with a hard thrust. He fucked you with a merciless pace you didn't think he was capable of that had you screaming and clawing at the cement floor. It didn't take long before your body was shaking and your eyes were rolling back, letting out a long, deep groan that reverberated through your chest as you saw stars. Heat made his finally erratic thrusts and came on your ass again, cum transfering to his front as he leaned forward against you to pant.

Wire knelt in front of you and gently took your chin in his hand, and you have him a fucked out smile. “All done, sweetheart?” He asked. All you could do was blearily nod back at him.

The four men took turns cleaning and massaging every inch of your body, wiping away all the cum, making sure your muscles weren't wound tight and that you were unhurt, and lifting you into the tub to sit in Killer's lap. You almost fell asleep while Killer rubbed your shoulders and Heat rubbed your feet, Kid and Wire sitting in the tub with their heads lolled back and their eyes closed.

“Fuck I'm gonna miss this,” you sighed.

“You could always just tell us where you're from, we could come visit,” Killer suggested.

“Not happening babe,” you replied with a yawn, “but if you ever see me on the street we'll call it fate and I'm all yours”

“Well, here's to fate then,” he replied hopefully.

Three months had passed since your camping trip. You'd ended up giving Heat your number, you were definitely the sweetest on him, and every now and then you'd exchange nudes. You kept it casual though and never exchanged locations.

Winter was well and truly settling in as you made your way to your local coffee shop, shivering as you entered, the little bell above the door ringing as it opened and shut. You were waiting in line to order, it was semi busy since it was a weekend, when you heard a familiar voice that sent a shiver through you, their face close enough to feel their breath on the back of your neck.

“Hey princess,” the sultry baritone purred. Your knees almost gave out as you turned and saw Killer, the other three boys right behind him. They gave you hungry grins, and you had the distinct feeling you wouldn't be walking straight tomorrow.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on this little mini series, I had a lot of fun writing it ❤ Hope yall like the ending hehe

[hannahbarberra162]

Opposites of Attraction (Kid x Reader, Enemies to Lovers)

No gods no masters only 1 million WIPs

A huge huge thanks to @nocturnalrorobin and @limitlesstildil for beta-ing this during the holidays for my needy ass.

18+ MDNI on Ao3

The other chapters

Kid POV

Walking around town on some shithole island he’d already forgotten the name of, Kid felt a strong pull towards the local dive bar. He and Killer had been going in that direction anyway, but the pull made him curious. He didn’t often feel them, it took a significant amount of metal for him to feel a pull that strong. With his Jiki Jiki no mi he could detect even trace amounts of iron, cobalt, and nickel but usually allowed the feeling to wash over him unnoticed. But this wasn’t a trace amount, this was something significant. And whatever it was, he wanted it. Even though he had complete mastery over his fruit, it relied on having metal to manipulate. In this part of the Grand Line, high-quality iron was difficult to find and Kid was working on accumulating as much as he could to prepare for upcoming battles. Whatever the metal was, he wanted it on his ship.

“A cannon?” Killer asked, seemingly apropos of nothing. After spending so many years together, Killer could read Kid’s microexpressions with ease and vice versa. On the battlefield it worked like telekenesis, helping the pair devastate whoever was in their path. During peacetime it helped them bed whoever they set their sights on with smooth talk and cheeky flirting, capturing and breaking hearts with ease all up and down the Grand Line.

“No, not a cannon, hafta find out,” Kid stated, throwing open the door to the bar. The air was heavy with dust and the smell of stale alcohol hit his nose as he scanned through the room. Nothing was amiss from a dive bar - there was booze, darts, a pool table, and various people drinking and talking loudly. There wasn’t anything significant made of metal at the business, only barstools, tables, and cups composed mostly of wood with only metal nails tugging at his consciousness. Locating the large amount of iron again, Kid found the metal deposit had moved locations and was now heading out the door as if on foot. Further intrigued, Kid attracted whatever the metal was gently, not wanting to damage it in case it was something precious.

Your POV

There was only one person you didn’t want to meet on the Grand Line. None of the high-bounty pirates bothered you in the slightest  - except for one. If you died, well, it came with the territory of being a mercenary. You lived your life without fear, taking on jobs you wanted and turning down those you didn’t. It had landed you wherever you were at the moment on the Grand Line, looking for another job to take.

You were a fairly well-known mercenary on the Grand Line, notorious for using your Logia Devil Fruit in creative ways. As the owner of the Iron-Iron fruit, you had the ability to turn yourself completely into iron but also to make and manipulate iron as well. You could duplicate keys and pick locks in seconds, you could turn into molten iron and, of course, you could mold your arms into giant hammers and smash anyone in your way. You could protect yourself and others with shields, create shrapnel and expel it at rapid speeds, and even make your own silverware. You had worked hard to master your fruit and felt confident in your ability to fight for hire. Being so versatile meant you were able to demand a high salary if someone was seeking you out specifically. You were happy with your life as you’d made it, adventures of your choosing awaiting you at every turn.

Now, the one person you didn’t want to meet was across the bar, flexing his gigantic metal hand as he stood in the doorway, looking around. Quickly chugging the rest of your beer you slammed the glass down on the bar and hightailed it out the back door. You knew very well who he was - Eustass “Captain” Kid - and you had no desire to ever meet him face to face. Nearly sprinting out the door, you made your escape into the alleyway that led back to the town.

Or you tried to. 

You were being attracted to Kid by his Devil Fruit power, being pulled against your will towards the Captain. You had feared something like this would happen - even without using your fruit power some amount of your essense was tied to the Iron Iron fruit, giving Kid the ability to magnetize you. Scrambling for purchase, you tried holding on to the doorframe of the back door but the pull was too strong. Your whole body felt like it was being pulled towards Kid and you had to let go of the doorframe or your fingernails would be ripped off. You decided to try for the dignified route and go to him instead of being pulled. Turning on your heel, you marched up to the Captain of the Kid Pirates faster than the pull was dragging you. It almost felt like you were flying as you moved with the magnetism instead of fighting it.

“Oi. What do you want?” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Kid was taller than you’d expected, towering over you with a frown. He was massive, his wanted posters not doing justice to how solid he was. You resisted the urge to punch him with an iron fist for pulling you to him. For now. You could feel his magnetism still drawing you in as you continued to step closer to him. He didn’t step back.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, scowling down at you.

“You brought me here, shithead. You tell me,” you snapped back unamused. The Captain might have some kind of control over your body movements but he didn’t control your mouth. And yes, maybe it had gotten you in trouble before but with your Logia power, you never had a problem backing it up. By now you were practically stepping on his feet as he remained where he stood.

“The fuck you talkin’ about Squirt? You some kinda robot? And the fuck you doing?” he asked, looking you up and down while you were compelled to get even closer to him. You had to tilt your face up to avoid smushing it into his bare, muscled chest.

“You some kinda idiot?” you retorted, trying to ignore the weird position the magnetism had you in. God, if Kid was always this dense you weren’t sure how he’d gotten so far in life. Though if that wasn’t a pistol in his pocket, you could form a guess. You were completely flush against him, your chest to his front. His large body was radiating heat and you had a fleeting urge to hug him. As a Logia user, you didn’t really get cold but you didn’t often get to feel warm either. You avoided most touch outside of violence and sex, this may have been the closest you’d been to a man in a while. Kid smelled better than you expected as well, like well-worn leather and oil rather than body odor and stale piss like you’d imagined he would.

“She’s that mercenary,” the Massacre Soldier interjected, holding a beer in his hand. You idly wondered how he’d drink it with the mask on but he pulled a metal straw out of his pocket. It attracted and stuck to Kid’s metal arm as the pull was still going.

“Turn it off. I want to drink,” Killer requested calmly. The Captain grunted but finally turned off his magnetism and Killer grabbed his straw off his Captain’s arm before it fell to the ground. You were able to take a few steps back and glare at the man ruining your night and possibly your life. 

“You that Iron Logia user?” he asked with a wicked grin. 

“You already know the fuckin’ answer, dickwad. Why were you looking for me? And don’t call me Squirt, assface,” you said with a toss of your head.

“Got a mouth on you, huh? Don’t matter, join my crew - I can use your powers. You make metal and I could use it to make weapons and -” the Captain started explaining his reasoning as you tuned him out. He’d clearly already thought about some schemes and ideas for your future and you weren’t interested in finding out what they were.

“No,” you stated firmly, grabbing a large beer off a waitress’s tray as she passed by. 

“Why the fuck not? It’s better than anything else you’d be doing. What, you need to escort more asshole nobles to a summer island for vacation or some shit like that?” he balked as you chugged the dark ale in one go. Wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, you dropped the mug to the floor and crushed it under your foot. 

“Cus I don’t want to,” you said, taking another step towards the Captain. This time it was by choice you felt like getting in his face and confronting him.

“You’re already a mercenary, what’s the fuckin’ difference between joining my crew and anyone else’s? We’re a strong crew, my bounty is 3 billion, you can’t do better than that,” Kid demanded, his red-painted mouth sputtering with anger as if the idea that you’d refuse never occurred to him. 

“The difference is I don’t want to,” you explained calmly as if you were talking to a child. It only enraged the Captain more as he turned as red as his hair. You had a feeling that if you stepped foot on the Victoria Punk, you’d never get off it. More than that, you didn’t want to be around someone who could control your body whenever they wanted to. You weren’t sure exactly what the limitations of your fruit were when not in use, but being around Kid meant your powers would just be an extension of his own - something he had already figured out. No, you wanted to keep your freedom and your life and that didn’t include being the metal monkey for one Eustass Kid and his gigantic ego.

But there was more to it than that. You’d heard about his personality and what he was like so you knew a working relationship wouldn’t be possible. He was crude, stubborn, brash, quick to anger, and so were you. You’d contracted with similar high maintenance Captains in the past and it had never worked out. You became a mercenary because you didn’t like taking orders or being beholden to anyone and someone like Kid couldn’t handle insubordination. His ego was larger than his already gigantic skull and you wouldn’t be able to resist butting heads every chance you got. Kid was the exact kind of Captain you refused to take contracts from, even without the Jiki Jiki no mi. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Massacre Soldier watching the heated conversation while drinking his beer with the straw. The mask didn’t allow his expressions to show but you got an impression of amusement from the infamous first mate.

“Well, too bad for you Squirt. I don’t care about what you want and don’t want,” he said while mimicking your higher voice. “I need metal and you’re gonna make it. Now let’s get drunk,” the Captain stated, turning with a flourish to go to the bar, his cape billowing behind him. You made one more attempt to flee from Kid but before you made it two steps you were attached to his metal arm, held in place by a strong magnetic field. You felt like a decorative magnet as your limbs dangled helplessly off his arm while your torso was stuck to him. You took up nearly the whole metal contraption with your body but he paid you no mind. You tried wiggling and squirming but nothing was going to dislodge you from his arm until he turned off the field.

“Turn it off you fuckin’ cocksleeve! Put me down right the fuck NOW!” you demanded, making your fist into iron out of habit. As expected, it magnetized to his arm instantly with a loud clang before you could even pull back to punch him. Kid laughed in your face as you glowered at him.

“That was your plan? Turn into more metal for me to magnetize? Dumb fuckin’ idea, Squirt,” he said, reaching the bar. Kid jostled your entire body as he slammed his flesh fist onto the bar, cracking the wood in two.

“Oi! Barkeep! Get me a shot glass and some booze,” he bellowed across the room to the panicking barkeep. The Kid pirates were known for creating chaos at the slightest inconvenience, yet another grievance you had against them. Though you often felt like destroying things, it made coming back to any particular island more difficult. Following along with a crew or scoping out locations was considerably harder when the Kid pirates left an island as a decimated crater.

“Get me somethin’ too! Fucking cheap ass,” you grumbled, still attached to his arm. You were slightly impressed that he carried you like you weighed nothing, which gave you an idea. You turned your entire body to iron suddenly, causing him to dip on one side due to your immense increase in weight. If you caught him off guard, maybe he’d drop the field and you could get away. Unfortunately, Kid grunted but righted himself quickly, pulling his arm up to the bar once more. He was as strong as he looked, the muscles weren’t just for show, you thought to yourself. 

“Quit bein’ so fuckin’ annoying!” Kid complained, taking his first shot. You tried grabbing the bottle of booze but he held it out of your reach easily. You felt like a kid who was being held back by their head, swinging their arms and legs in a futile effort to hit their opponent.

“Me?! Being annoying!? You’re kidnapping me you titty-twisted ape!” you yelled back, turning yourself back to flesh to talk. If being completely metal wasn’t going to work you’d at least be able to give him a piece of your mind before he took you to his ship.

“I’m not kidnapping you, I’m hiring you permanently,” Kid said with a snicker. Reaching over the counter and grabbing a few more bottles, Kid turned away from the bar. Popping the cork off some rum, he drank directly from the bottle. He handed the unopened bottle to the Massacre Soldier, who did the same but stuck his straw in it instead.

“And your contract starts now,” he said with finality, leaving the dive with the Massacre Soldier following. Everything in you wanted to flail and scream but it wouldn’t do any good, you were made of iron and he controlled magnetic fields. You assumed he was heading back to his ship to drink more and pass out. You had a similar plan until Kid had ruined it. Still dangling, you considered the masked man walking alongside Kid. 

“Hi, you must be the Massacre Soldier. It’s nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of your work,” you said pleasantly, sticking out your hand. The man stuck out his own scarred arm and shook your hand with a firm grasp.

“Killer. Nice to meet you too,” Killer responded pleasantly. You smiled at him and hoped he did the same behind the mask. 

“What the fuck? You talk nice to him but not me?” Kid said, shaking you slightly.

“Fuck you, you’re kidnapping me. I have no problems with Killer, why would I be rude? I’m not a dick to random strangers,” you finished with a hiss. It was getting tiring being carried around like a purse. Intent on resuming your conversation, you looked at Killer again.

“If you’re ever interested in becoming a mercenary, let me know. I think we’d work well together,” you continued, nodding at the handsome man as the three of you reached the docks.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! You can’t recruit Killer while I’m recruiting -”

“Kidnapping -”

“Recruiting you!” Kid yelled into your face as he brought you up to his own. You narrowed your eyes. No one - no one - yelled at you like that and got away with it. Not anymore. You couldn’t hit him so you did the next best thing. 

You spat in his face.

Kid POV

The glob of spit trailed slowly down his cheek as he stared at you incredulously, a growl escaping his throat. You pointed your finger at him defiantly and spoke quietly, nearly a whisper, undeterred by his reddening face and growing anger. You were either stupid or brave - he didn’t particularly care right now. Kid wouldn’t tolerate disrespect of any kind, especially not in front of his crew. Kid knew Killer was watching, waiting to see what he’d do.

“Don’t ever speak to me like that,” you said, your eyes flashing with rage. Kid was so shocked that he had yet to respond to you. He’d talk to you however he liked, he was the Captain of the crew and you worked for him now. Coming up with a quick plan, Kid smiled his most menacing grin at you. It didn’t seem to have the intended effect as you weren’t cowed in the slightest. He didn’t want to hurt you, he still needed you to make metal for him. Besides, you’d be on his crew now and he never hurt his own crew members intentionally.

“I’ll say whatever I want, Squirt. But I don’t think you can,” he sneered, using his magnetism with a little finesse. As expected, your mouth slammed shut, leaving you unable to speak or even move your lips. He hadn’t thought through all the implications of you being made of iron when he first met you but now he could really see the value in having you aboard. He could control your every movement if he wished, down to your lush little mouth. You tried showing him your anger through your eyes but Kid just laughed. 

“Much better now, huh? Don’t have to listen to your bullshit yapping,” Kid said, sitting in the dinghy of the ship. Holding his arm over the side, he held his arm with you face down over the water as he repelled the boat towards his beloved Victoria Punk. 

“Don’t piss me off too much or the last sight you’ll see is my sweet face,” he sneered. You flipped him off with your free hand, pissing him off even more. Kid decided to have a little fun and dunked his arm up to the shoulder (and you) underwater, just for a few seconds. Kid relished the panic on your face the moment before you realized his intention and the inevitability of being dipped in the water. His metal arm got wet but it was worth it to see you sputtering in indignation with your now sopping hair sticking to your face. 

“Might want to let her open her mouth for a moment to breathe,” Killer suggested, tying the dinghy to the Punk as you breathed as rapidly as you could through your nose.

“Nah, you’re fine, ain’t you?” Kid asked, shaking off his arm. You, of course, didn’t answer. Kid laughed, enjoying the fury on your expressive face as you shook your limbs in an attempt to get off as much seawater as you could. You took in the ship adorned with a fish skeleton in front of you, your eyes skittering across the multitude of metal adorning the ship.

“Welcome to the Victoria Punk, Squirt.”

[short-honey-badger]

How would you think yandere shamrock would react to a s/o trying to fight back or run away

Warnings! Gaslighting, non-con elements ahead!

Shamrock Masterlist -> HERE

Shamrock finds it amusing that you think you can try to run from him. He would pretend not to notice the obvious signs of your escape, would allow you to get all the way out of the household even, watching from afar as your shoulders slumped in relief, thinking that you were free. Only to dash those hopes away when he appeared at your side, silent as a ghost.

The holy knight would sigh, a look of disappointment etched on his face, head tilted to the side and arms crossed over his chest. Shamrock would relish in your look of dismay, the tears of terror that would well up in your eyes. You should have known better than to think you could get away from your dear lover.

"Not trying to run away from me, are you, Darling? I thought you loved me? Have I treated you so poorly that you would rather face the world alone than be by my side?"

Shamrock would escort you back to the household, marching you through the front door with a patient look upon his face. Your walk of shame would be seen by all, a warning to you that even if he hadn't seen you leave, everyone here was loyal to the Figarland name, and they would have told him where you'd gone to.

He would march you all the way back to your shared room, locking the door behind the two of you. Shamrock would curl his hand over your shoulder, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he sits you down on the bed before kneeling in front of you. While he was amused at your attempt of escape, he was still furious with you all the same for even trying.

"Why can't you understand that you are mine, my love. I have given you everything you could ever desire, and still, you try and run away from me. Do I need to show you how much I adore you?"

Despite his words, you knew that the next couple of hours would be nothing but punishment for you. Shamrock would strip you down, hands impatient and greedy, before he would lash you to the bed, keeping you there as he teased you to the edge for hours. Your mind would be a wreak, body wound tight as you begged for release that Shamrock wouldn't grant you.

Shamrock needed to remind you that only he was the one allowed to touch you like this. Only he was the one to bring you such torturous pleasure, and how dare you try and leave him when you knew that he could never let you go.

"How could you try and leave me, darling. You know that I love you, that I adore you every waking moment of the day. You are safe here, away from the rest of the filthy world, so answer me, why do you try and run?"

He would demand an answer from you, urging you with soft touches from his gloved hands, fingers pressing into your flesh with a harshness that he couldn't control. Shamrock wanted to know just why you continued to test him and would not stop his pressing demands until you uttered an answer he deemed good enough.

Only then, when you whined that you just wanted to his attention, that he would allow you to come. Mouth pressed close to your own as he drank in each soft sound of pleasure you made for him. He would apologize quietly, voice a condescending coo that eached in your ear.

"Oh darling, I'm sorry that I've not paid you enough attention. You are my world, you know that. I'll do better this time. That way, you won't ever think about leaving me again. Won't you like that, my love?"

@mit-suri @sanjisleggy @nocturnalrorobin @mfreedomstuff

[quinloki]

Quin my friend. What do you mean with mind blowing orgasm. Marco would pin you down with his talons and lick your throbbing pussy with his blue tongue until you see stars, but he always ALWAYS stops before you cum.

XD @hannahbarberra162 ‘s mean Marco - whom I love - would most certainly do that 🥵

But my Marco is attentive and kind unless I ask him to be mean, so he wouldn’t stop. 😇 and that can actually be the issue, cause he doesn’t stop. The taste, the sounds, the struggle - he loves it.

And so there’s just no escape until every muscle aches, and I’m drenched in sweat and flames are flickering over my skin soothing aches I didn’t even start with. He’ll go get me something to drink and I better get my pants back on before he gets back or I��m in for another round.

Good way to spend a day though, NGL.

[punks-never-die205]

Do you think Killer is into primal play? 🤔

Oh I could see him being for it for sure. I don't know if it's something that I think HE would be the one to suggest, but I can see him getting into it if it's your thing.

He'd play up that masked stalker campy horror villain vibe he's got going on too. You'd be worked up into such a frenzy by the time he actually pins you and takes you that I think you're cumming as soon as he touches you.

And believe, he'd be waaaaaaaaay more into it after that. All he'd have to do is scrap the tip of his scythe over stone and the sound alone would have you full of heat and need.

[shaanks]

It was your birthday? Belated Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉! I hope Shanks celebrated your day with you. 😊

Robin my love thank you!!! Trust and believe I've brought that man back to the beach where he belongs 🥰🥰🥰 thank you again for the birthday wishes!!

[fanaticsnail]

Hi Snail. How are you dear?

I just wanted to tell you i finished chapter 9 of Sapsorrow. I loved it so much! From chapter 1 to chapter 9. Although i really wanted him to cut the damn thing off of her. 😏🤭 I know there's one more chapter left, but even so I really love it as it is. 💛

Thank you so much, Ro! I will be finishing up the final chapter as soon as I can feel it again. I physically can't leave it as is because there's several things that need to happen before the end - including setting up for the spinoffs. I have already written so much for the Donquixote spinoff, along with mapped for Crocodile - but this final chapter has so far eluded me.

Trust, I wanted him to cut it off her too 😭. I really appreciate you reading this fairytale. I adored creating it.

[nocturnalrorobin]

>.>

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Yandere Lucci x Reader you say?

Yes indeed. Reader is the granddaughter of one of the elders and is forced to marry Lucci for a mission (she is a trained cp agent). They accompanied by Kaku and while, the two usually get along, Lucci finds he is increasingly more possessive of his wife. Things escalate from there :3

[lockes-woods]

Kinktober '24 Day 3

Request: Hmmm how about dom Nico Robin x sub afab reader? Over stimulation, toys, bondage, praise kink and body worship. (Jealous robin fucks reader in front of Sanji)

Requested by: @nocturnalrorobin / Author's Choice

WARNINGS: Warnings: Exhibition, Mistress kink, fingering, strap-ons, nipple clamps, improper use of devil fruit powers, jealousy, bondage, sex toys, questionable consent

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You bit your lip to contain a gasp, as Robin sprouted an arm from the floor right below your chair and began stroking your inner thigh. You tried your hardest to regulate your breath and continue to eat your breakfast, hoping none of your fellow crew mates would notice. You cursed internally as she made her way closer and closer to your core.

“What about you?” Nami asked, snapping you out of your sole focus on the hand between your legs.

“Sorry, I’m a little out of it; what was the question?” You asked with a smile.

“Since we’re docking this afternoon, we’re talking about who’s going to stay behind on the ship.” Usopp answered, “So far only Robin’s volunteered.”

You pushed around your food for a moment before answering, attempting to contain your excitement at the prospect of being alone with Robin. While initially you were just crew mates with benefits, things had bloomed into a genuine loving relationship. You’d only been part of the crew for the last six months; in four of those months, you and Robin had become an item. So far only Chopper and Nami knew. You weren’t ashamed of it by any means, it just felt nice to have something for yourselves.

“I don’t mind staying,” you answered as casually as possible. Despite your efforts, Nami gave you a knowing glance, a smirk forming on her lips.

“I-I actually might stay as well.” Sanji rushed out.

“Huh, didn’t you just finish saying that you’d be Intown to work on the food restock?” Usopp questioned.

“Um, actually, I think it’d be best for me to stay and double-check our inventory. Just to make sure it’s accurate and I’m not overspending. I can always put in the order tomorrow.” He blurted out before taking a sip of his water, glancing at you in passing over the rim. You tried your best to keep your face neutral in your disappointment. You just wanted some alone time with your partner, was that too much to ask for? It also didn’t help that it was Sanji, Robin had been pretty short with him recently. You didn’t get why. While he was super nice to you since you joined, he’d only ever playfully flirted with you in a way you deemed harmless. You rationalized it as such because he gave Nami the same attention and she was an out lesbian.

On the bright side, Nami wouldn’t be in the women’s quarters tonight, meaning you and Robin could be as loud as you like. Well, you were always loud; you couldn’t remember the last time Robin didn’t have to manifest an arm next to your head when you came so that its hand could muffle your cries. You could feel your face begin to warm as you remembered the sex toys she had bought when you were last docked. It was a mixture of ropes, vibrators, nipple clamps, and a new vibrating dildo for her strap-on. The dildo was different because it had a backside that would be in Robin when she fucked you.

“Alright it’s settled then,” Luffy called out in his normal joy-filled voice, turning to look at you, “You, Sanji, and Robin will stay here, while the rest of us explore the island.”

You couldn’t help but smile back in return. Luffy always brought a smile to your face. That only ever added to your confusion over why Robin was always so quick to anger with Sanji, but never Luffy. The two of you were way closer and touchier with each other than you had ever been with the cook. You bit your lip to contain your emotions as the hand pinched your thigh mere centimeters from where you wanted it most. Robin’s hand stayed perched on your upper thigh until you were done with breakfast. You helped Usopp and Sanji clear the dishes. The hand gone from between your legs as quickly as it came. You thanked Sanji as you always did for another sustaining meal before you wandered to the cartography room/library to work for a bit. You and Nami shared the space. In your addition there were now two bookshelves with relevant texts; with cages built in to prevent the books from falling. You were the crew’s chronicler. While you were new, you had already worked on gaining all the history of the crew before your time and now focused on what was to come.

Outside of your fighting abilities, you were also a great conversationalist and listener which made interviewing each member of the straw hats of their memories easy. Your position is actually the reason you and Robin hit it off. You spent long hours talking in the crow’s nest at night about not only her life but your own, which is a rarity for someone in your position. When you confessed your feelings to one another four months ago she said she had never felt so safe and heard, by anyone else. While in turn, you confessed how you could never not be in awe of her intelligence and strength.

“Darling,” Robin said softly, attempting to not sneak up on you. It was only half effective as you still jumped slightly, your train of thought ripped out of your mind by the beauty leaning against the nearest bookshelf.

“Ye-yes,” you answered, clearing your throat. She smiled down at you, amused. She often remarked on how endearing it was that you still got nervous under her attention.

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a bath later? And then I was thinking we could read for a bit before I tuck you in.”

‘tuck you in’ was her subtle code for fucking you til you were so far gone you couldn’t even put yourself to bed.

“I’d love to miss.” You answer, a desperate look already carving into your face causing Robin to smirk.

“Good,” she said leaning down to peck your lips.

“Wait, what about Sanji?” you asked, as she pulled away.

“What about him?” She asked, with a slight tilt of her head and ever so slight furrowing of her brows. She only ever made that face when she was irritated.

“W-Well we have to pass the male quarters from the bathroom to our room.” You started, “Plus what if he hears us? The ship is docked and deserted so there’ll be no sound coverage.”

Robin hummed for a moment before easing your pen from your hand and grabbing a scrap piece of map paper Nami had trashed. She leaned down for a moment writing something down that you missed; definitely from her arm being in the way and not at all because you could see down her shirt perfectly from where you sat.

“Don’t worry about the cook, I’ll take care of him.” She answered, folding up the paper she had just written on.

“Okay, b-but be nice please.” You said as she raised to her full height. She hummed once again.

“Oh, my sweet little flower. What will I ever do with your big heart?” she asked rhetorically, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“What are you going to do?” you asked, as she stood up once again to make her way out, back to the deck.

“Nothing bad, just a quick reminder who is and isn’t allowed to drink your nectar.” She answered vaguely, giving you a coy smile, before leaving.  

You sat still for a moment questioning if she’d actually ever do something to harm Sanji. If she did someone would stop her right? Right? You tried to rationalize. You turned back to your book to check over any discrepancies and the flow of what you had already completed. While you were calm in your practice the possibility of a fight between Sanji and Robin ate at the back of your mind.

You loss track of time as you almost always did when working. You sat straight up from your hunched position as one of Robin’s arms caressed your side before cupping your breast. You let out a stuttered breath as the hand reached for the hem of your shirt. You moved to stand, the arm staying solitaire for a second before disappearing. You quickly sealed up the ink and rebound your book before you unlocked the cage and placed it in for safekeeping. You were surprised to find that the sun was setting. Have you really been in the study that long? You shook your head and stretched lightly before heading in the direction of the baths. You were delighted to find that Robin had not only set up a hot bath but also had some snacks and your favorite drink. She greeted you with a chaste kiss, before lightly grabbing your hand in hers and leading you over to the area where you rinse off before the bath. She made quick work of your clothing, an extra hand here and there, before undoing the knot keeping her robe together. You couldn’t help but gaze lovingly at her as her full form came into view.

She caught you by the bicep as you started to go down on your knees for her. Both of you love any time you spent between her thighs.

“Miss-” you began before she gently shushed you.

“It’s alright darling, I want tonight to be about you. You’ve been such a good girl lately and working overtime to represent the crew as they are past the surface level. Will you be kind enough to let me show you how much I appreciate you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” you answered breathlessly,

“And your color?” she asked stroking your jaw, looking down at you lovingly.

“Green, Mistress,”

“And your safe word?” she inquired; despite the countless times you’ve been together.

“Marines,” you answered, beginning to get antsy.

“Good girl, now why don’t you take a seat and let me prepare you for all that you deserve.” She prompted you.

You dropped down to the short stool as Robin did next to you. Your face felt like it was on fire as she took her time washing and rinsing you from head to toe; occasionally sneaking a bite or two of the snacks she supplied. When she was done, she easily picked you up like a bride, extra arms sprouting from her body to better distribute your weight. She took a slow step into the hot water, before sitting down and taking you down with her. She gently positioned you between her long legs. Her real arm gently pressed down on your stomach so that you would fully recline against her. You couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as you laid back in your lover’s embrace.

“Thank you, Mistress,” you said turning your head to peck her on the lips. She caught your jaw as you pulled back to garner your focus.

“I would pace yourself, love, the night is still young, and I have plans for you.” She said a small coy smile spreading across her lips. She pulled you into a kiss again, this time more desperate. The hot water loosens your taught muscles from days of hard work. You gasped into the kiss Robin was dominating as you felt a set of hands gliding up and down the sides of your body. You full-on whined as the hands lightly cupped your chest, softly caressing them, before they began to work at your sensitive nipples. You pulled back and rested your forehead against hers. Your unabashed moans echoed through the room as another set of arms sprouted between your legs. The pair between your legs started by simply rubbing up and down your inner thigh, before stroking your slit, to finally breaching your lips. One hand eased into your opening while the other gave light touches and pets to your clit. You almost snapped your thighs closed out of habit; before you were able Robin hooked her legs around yours forcing you to open wide.

“Fuck, Mistress,” you moaned, hips humping forward to chase after her fingers before another hand held your hips down firmly. At this point, you had lost track of how many arms had sprouted around you. You threw your head back against her shoulder overwhelmed by the feeling of your love cocooning around you.

“Fuck, Mistress I’m gonna-I’m gonna” you panted having a hard time completing your thought.

“Go ahead darling, tonight you can cum as many times as you like.” She encouraged, speeding up her fingers filling your tight cunt. You came with a shout rather than a moan, thighs trembling against hers as your first orgasm of the night shot through you like a bullet. She continued fingering you through your orgasm to the point right before overstimulation. You fell slack against your lover, arms gone, now only surrounded by her real arms as they embraced you, gently rubbing up and down your back soothingly. You sat sideways so that you could rest your head against her chest; the steady rhythm of her beating heart bringing you back to reality.

“Ready for bed?” she asked, as the water cooled around you.

“Yes, Mistress,” you answered, face tucked into her neck. She let out a chuckle as she slowly removed you from her chest and eased you out of the bathtub. You sat, sipping on your favorite drink as your lover slid her forgotten robe back on. She had already lovingly patted you dry, spreading kisses around your body as she went.

“Ready love?” she asked going to pick you up again.

“M-mistress, I can walk.” You said, on the off-chance, Sanji did see you.

“Do you not want Mistress to carry you?” she prompted, bending down so you were eye to eye,

“Well, no, but what if San-” She cut you off before you could even finish his name.

“Darling that’s the last time I’d like you to say his name, at least for tonight,” she started in a serious tone, “Now may I carry you back to our room?”

“Yes, Mistress,” you answer with a nod. You placed the drink aside before she gathered you in her arms and made way back to your shared cabin. Your eyes widened as you took in the setup. On a table, she had cleared and set up next to your shared bed were now holding her strap-on, ropes, nipple clamps, and vibrators. Robin smirked down at your reaction. Along with the table, your bed had been moved so that the foot now faced the entrance to your cabin.

“New interior design?” you joked,

“Oh, it serves a purpose, don’t worry about it, love.” Robin brushed off, laying you down so that your head was facing the door.

“I’m going to bind you now is that okay, flower?” Robin asked, picking up the rope.

“Yes, Mistress,” you answer, breathlessly.

“Good girl,” Robin praised, pecking you on your lips before going to tie your limbs to each post of your shared bed. Once she was done she straddled you now holding a ridged vibrator. She pulled you into a deep loving kiss before dragging the vibrator up and down your sternum, before moving onto your nipples. You whined into the kiss, trying to lean into the stimulation, but not being able to quite reach in your restraints. You were too distracted by the kiss you didn’t realize how low she had dragged it until it buzzed against your clit, causing you to hump forward and struggle against your bindings.

“Mistress,” you whined, as she playfully ran it up and down your slit.

“Yes, darling?” she asked, amused.

“Please,” You begged looking up at her through your eyelashes. It was a dirty move; you knew how weak she was to your puppy dog eyes.

“Oh? Already desperate enough to pull that look,” She laughed, turning up the frequency, and placing it against your clit before pulling it back suddenly.

You whined in response.

“Hmm you have been a good girl lately,” she started, putting the vibrator back against your clit, “but you have been humoring that boy again,” she finished, pulling it away again.

You let out another whine, getting desperate.

“Please Mistress please,” you start wiggling against your restraints, “I’ll be a good girl, I promise, please let me cum.” You begged.

“Promise you won’t let him flirt with you again,” she said seriously

“I promise, I promise,” you answered hysterically, as she finally pushed it in. You let out a pornographic moan head snapping back, immediately cumming hard after the inadvertent edging. She left it in well past your initial orgasm as you trembled against the overstimulation. It didn’t help with the feeling overwhelmed when you suddenly felt two, boarding on painful, pinches to your nipples. You looked up at her with glassy eyes, silently begging for her to remove it. She pecked your forehead running her hand down your throat, past your clavicle, before she gave the clamps a light tug. You moaned desperately as she continued to trail her fingers down to your cunt. She located and removed the vibrator with ease, placing it to the side as she pulled back and rolled off the bed.

You moaned at the sight of the mess of slick she left on your lower abdomen.

“Color?” she asked as she grabbed and began to pull on the strap-on.

“Fuck, green, please Mistress I want you inside,” you begged, for your lover’s attention. You didn’t care how overstimulated you felt, there was nothing more satisfying to you than sharing an orgasm with your partner. You couldn’t look away as she crawled up the bed, nudging your knees apart before settling between your thighs.

“Well, I guess we don’t need any lube this time do we darling?” Robin points out smirking down at you as she collects your slick by rubbing the dildo up and down your seem.

“No, we don’t Mistress,” you agreed breathlessly, too tired to be able to handle any further discipline from not responding.

“Ready?” she asked hovering over your mouth, her jet-black hair forming a curtain around your face.

“Yes,” you nodded, helpless against her will.

“Yes?” she asked

“Yes, Mistr-eeess” you stumble as she thrusted in without warning.

“Fuck,” you shouted as the vibrator turned on, and her speed gained up. It quickly became too much to handle as you fell back writhing against the restraints. You couldn’t help, but keep your eyes shut as pleasure pulsed through you. You heard a faint thump behind you, before you got the chance to look Robin was forcefully kissing you as you fell apart on her member. Both of you called out each other’s names as you came. Robin slumped against you after turning off the vibrating feature. You pressed a kiss to her forehead allowing her all the time she needed to recover. After a moment she was up untying you and applied cooling gel to the rope burns on your wrist. There were only two spots of irritated skin. But for Robin it was two too many as she promptly threw out the ropes. She then wiped you down the best she could with baby wipes; no running water in your room. She pulled you into a sweet kiss, before joining you back in bed, cocooning around you.

“Robin?” you asked sleepily.

“Yes baby?” she replied,

“Did you hear something before we came, the last time?” you asked slowly forming your thoughts as you went.

“I can’t say I did baby,” she answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Kay” you responded, snuggling closer into her chest. You let out a content sigh as you allowed sleep to take you.

What you had heard but not seen was Sanji entering the women’s quarters at the time dictated to him on a note he presumed you left him. He stood shocked for a moment at your naked form struggling against your restraints as Robin mercilessly fucked you. He made brief eye contact with your lover’s smirking face, before promptly passing out from a nosebleed. As quietly and quickly as she could she formed arms to pull Sanji out of your room and back out to the hallway. Leaving you none the wiser.  

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A/N: This fic kinda got away from me lol. It ended up being so long cuz I added another layer on top of the initial request. Anyway, I hope you like it ^-^ stay tuned for Shanks x FTM! Reader tomorrow.