#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.

[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

[mrsportgas]

The Neightbor. Chapter 7

Summary: The story takes place in the real world. Shanks, your unbearable neighbor, makes you a proposition that you're unsure whether to reject. It could be the start of a friendship, or maybe something more?

SHANKS X YOU

WARNING: Except for the first chapter, the rest will contain scenes of sex and violence, making this fanfic strictly +18.

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Shanks took a step towards me. Although his gaze was tender, there was still that mischievous glint he always carried with him.

"Come on, Y/N," he said in a soft tone, but loaded with intention. "I don't want to end the night like this. Not when things between us… have been so good."

I looked at him, crossing my arms, trying to keep my distance, though inside, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. Shanks always had a way of slipping under my skin, making me forget what I should really be feeling.

"Shanks," I sighed, wanting to sound firm but feeling weaker than I’d like. "It's not that simple. You've made me doubt everything. How do you expect me to trust you?"

He smiled, taking another step toward me, breaking whatever invisible barrier I tried to keep up. His hand, warm and sure, grazed my cheek, a soft touch that made my heart race without my permission.

"Because, Y/N," he murmured, leaning in close enough that his voice was almost a whisper, "what I feel for you is real. It has nothing to do with work or any game. Do you really think I could fake all of this?" His thumb gently caressed my cheek as his gaze pierced into mine with an intensity that made me forget, for a second, my reasons for being upset.

"Shanks…" I tried to say something, but his closeness left me speechless.

He smiled, leaning even closer, his lips just inches from mine.

"Admit it, sweetheart. There's something between us that goes deeper," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. "And you feel it just like I do."

I tried to stand my ground, but his nearness, his touch, were crumbling my resolve. The way his fingers played with a strand of my hair, how his eyes locked onto mine as if I were the only thing that mattered in the world… it made it hard to think clearly.

"How can you be so sure?" I managed to say, trying to hold onto what little pride I had left.

His smile widened, that flirtatious spark that was so typical of him lighting up his face. He leaned in even closer, his forehead nearly touching mine, and his lips brushed against my ear.

"Because every time I'm near you," he murmured, his voice a low whisper full of desire, "I can’t think of anything else but you."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and even though my mind screamed that I should keep my guard up, my heart was pounding, betraying what I really felt.

Before I could respond, Shanks wrapped his arms around me, gently pulling me until my body was pressed against his. His embrace was warm, enveloping, and for a second, I let myself lean into him, resting my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"Just give me a chance," he murmured against my hair, his voice soft and seductive. "I promise tomorrow we’ll sort everything out. But tonight… tonight, I just want you to trust what you feel when we’re together."

I pulled away from him, though only just enough to look him in the eyes. That blend of affection and mischief in his expression was irresistible. How could he be so carefree, so sure of himself, even in a moment like this?

"Always so confident, aren’t you?" I said, trying to sound defiant, but my voice came out softer than I had intended.

He chuckled lightly, his smile dazzling.

"Can you blame me, when I’ve got someone as amazing as you in front of me?" he replied with a playful wink.

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile crept onto my lips despite myself.

"Shanks…" I began, but he didn’t let me finish. With a smooth movement, his lips found mine, in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. There was no rush, just the warmth of his mouth on mine, as if he wanted to show me, without words, what being with him truly meant.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were shining, and his hand still rested gently on my cheek.

"Tomorrow," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Promise me we’ll see each other tomorrow."

I looked at him, still feeling the echo of his kiss on my lips, and though part of me remained cautious, another part couldn’t help but want to believe him.

"Alright," I whispered finally, letting out a long sigh.

Shanks smiled, with that carefree yet charming expression that made him so irresistible.

"Thank you," he said before gently kissing my forehead. "Thanks for not telling me to get lost tonight," he joked, leaning in a little closer, as if he was going to say something more, but instead, he just looked at me. "You know I’m going to make it up to you tomorrow, right?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

"What surprises me is how you’re still so confident, even when things don’t go your way," I said, crossing my arms as I looked at him.

Shanks stepped a little closer, leaning toward me, his flirtatious smile returning as he looked at me.

I shivered at his touch but quickly pulled away, trying to keep some control over the situation.

"Goodnight, Shanks," I said with a light smile, stepping back toward my door. "We’ll talk tomorrow."

He stood still for a moment, watching me intently. Finally, he nodded and smiled.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he responded softly. "Dream of me."

I rolled my eyes again but couldn’t stop smiling as I opened the door and stepped inside. Before closing it, I glanced back, seeing Shanks walking toward his own door, hands in his pockets, whistling softly. It was impossible not to feel something for him, even though that mix of confusion, desire, and distrust still lingered inside me.

I closed the door with a long, deep sigh. The night had been chaotic, but tomorrow… tomorrow would be the day when everything would become clear. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, still feeling the warmth of his lips on mine, and collapsed onto the bed, hoping the morning would bring answers.

The sun had barely begun to light up the room when I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder. Half-asleep, I heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N… Y/N, wake up!" It was Nami, with her usual morning energy. "Come on, it’s time to get up!"

I groaned, still refusing to open my eyes, trying to get back to the warmth of the bed.

"Nami, let me sleep a little longer…" I muttered, pulling the blankets over me.

Nami chuckled and, without hesitation, yanked the covers off, leaving me completely exposed to the cool morning air.

"Not a chance, you need to get out of this room right now," she said with a mischievous grin. "Robin and I are going to grab breakfast and do some shopping, and you’re coming with us."

I finally opened my eyes, looking at her in disbelief.

"I’m not in the mood, Nami… after everything that happened last night, I need time to process."

Nami rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed.

"That’s exactly what you don’t need. You can’t sit around here all day thinking about that idiot. You know what the best cure is? Breakfast and a good shopping session with Robin and me."

I sighed, knowing there was no convincing Nami otherwise. Reluctantly, I got out of bed, accepting her offer. "Alright, alright. Give me five minutes to get ready."

After a quick shower and putting on something comfortable, I went downstairs and found Nami waiting in the living room. Robin wasn’t with us yet, but Nami gave me an approving look when she saw me.

"You look much better now," she said, satisfied. "Come on, Robin’s waiting for us around the corner."

We opened the front door, and as soon as we stepped outside, fate decided to play a trick on me. There, on the porch next door, was Shanks, relaxed, with a cup of coffee in hand, looking at us with his typical carefree smile.

"Good morning, ladies!" he said cheerfully, raising his cup in greeting.

Nami, visibly annoyed, frowned and rolled her eyes. "Great, here we go again." Without another word, she gave me a small pat on the back and muttered under her breath, "I’m going to find Robin. I’ll let you deal with him." She shot me a warning look before heading off.

Now alone with Shanks, he approached with his usual relaxed stride and a flirtatious grin.

"What? Is Nami mad at me? I don’t get it, I’m always a gentleman," he joked, clearly not bothered at all.

"Just do the right thing… and she’ll get over it," I replied, crossing my arms with a playful smile on my lips.

Shanks grinned, stepping a little closer while taking a sip of his coffee. "Hmm, I’ll be on my best behavior for you."

I laughed in disbelief.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze more intense. "I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I can’t stop thinking about it. In fact, I was thinking of inviting you to dinner tonight… just you and me."

"Really? At your place?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and playing along.

"Well, yeah. A quiet dinner," he said with a mischievous smile. "I could cook something, or we could order food… that’s up to you, of course. But I promise it’ll be an interesting night. Plus, I have a bottle of wine I’m sure you’ll love."

I took a step closer to him, tilting my head slightly with a sassy smile on my lips. "I didn’t know you could cook."

Shanks took another step toward me, his nearness making my heart race. "I’d do anything for my girl."

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, crossing my arms. "I’m not your girl."

Shanks burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the game. "But you will be, sweetheart, I promise you that. Besides, we have a lot to talk about."

I looked him in the eye, realizing that despite his playful attitude, there was something deeper in his words. He really wanted a chance to make things right. But I wasn’t going to make it easy for him, not after everything that had happened.

"Don’t expect tonight to be an easy one for you," I finally responded with a playful tone.

Shanks smiled, clearly delighted with my response.

"I love it when you play hard to get," he said in a low voice, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "See you tonight."

I took a step back, not breaking eye contact. "See you later, Shanks."

Before I could respond, I turned toward the path, giving him one last glance over my shoulder. As I walked to where Nami and Robin were waiting, I could feel his eyes on my back, and I couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Nami, who had been watching from a distance, gave me a disapproving look as I reached her side.

“What the hell happened back there?” she asked, clearly frustrated. “Don’t tell me you’re still playing along with him.”

I gave her a mischievous smile, shrugging. “It’s all part of the fun, Nami. Don’t worry. He thinks he’s in control, but… well, we’ll see who wins this time.”

Nami sighed but couldn’t help but smile. “You’re impossible.”

I sighed as we sat down at one of the terrace tables in the café, basking in the warm morning sun.

“It was nothing… just a dinner invitation,” I replied casually, though we both knew it meant more than that.

“Oh sure, ‘just a dinner invitation,’” Nami shot back, imitating my tone. “Come on, Y/N, you’re not fooling anyone. You’re playing with fire.”

Robin leaned forward slightly, a small smile on her lips, clearly intrigued. “So, are you going to accept the invitation?”

I shrugged. “Yes, I want him to answer all my questions. But if I go… I’ll make sure he regrets every moment for what he did.”

Nami burst out laughing, shaking her head. “That’s the spirit! If you go, make sure you leave him speechless.”

Robin, with her ever-perceptive gaze, added, “It seems the ball is in your court. But make sure you enjoy yourself too; not everything has to be a lesson.” She gave me an enigmatic smile and then, casually, added, “Speaking of which… I’ve been seeing one of Shanks’ friends lately.”

My eyes widened, as did Nami’s.

“What?!” we said in unison.

Robin only chuckled softly, taking a sip of her tea before responding. “Yes, with Marco. He’s quite interesting… very calm, but with eyes that say everything. I like his perspective on the world.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed, laughing in surprise. “I didn’t see that coming from you, Robin.”

Nami quickly joined in. “Well, it looks like Shanks’ friends aren’t so bad after all,” she added with a wink.

After breakfast, we decided to browse some shops in the mall. The streets were bustling with people, and the stores were showcasing their new fall collections. We entered a boutique where the mannequins were dressed in elegant and sophisticated outfits—just what I needed.

“If you’re going to dinner with him, you have to look spectacular,” Nami said, pulling me toward a section full of dresses and outfits clearly designed to impress.

I started browsing through the clothes, looking for something both elegant and daring, something that would catch Shanks’ eye but also make him second-guess himself. Robin and Nami watched as I tried on different outfits. Finally, I found one that seemed perfect: a black satin dress, form-fitting in all the right places, but with a touch of sophistication that wasn’t too obvious.

“How about this one?” I asked, stepping out of the fitting room and giving a little twirl.

Nami’s eyes lit up. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! He won’t be able to take his eyes off you all night.”

Robin nodded approvingly. “It’s simple but striking. Perfect for keeping him guessing, just what you want.”

I smiled at myself in the mirror, satisfied with the choice. Shanks wouldn’t know what hit him. I was going to make him regret every moment he’d ever taken me lightly.

“This is the one,” I said with determination as I took it to the checkout.

Once we finished browsing all the stores, we headed back home. I had to start getting ready for the night with Shanks.

“So,” Robin said conspiratorially, “how about we meet up with Shanks’ friends tomorrow? Marco’s been suggesting we all do something together.”

Nami immediately agreed. “Yeah, I think they’re planning a barbecue or something.”

“A barbecue?” I asked, somewhat surprised. “With all of them?”

“Yeah,” Nami replied, excited. “It could be fun. Plus, I’d like to introduce you to my PhD advisor. The other day with Shanks was all too rushed.”

Robin smiled enigmatically. I laughed, knowing that between Shanks and his friends, that barbecue would be anything but calm.

“Alright,” I agreed. “Tomorrow, we’re all in.”

After our morning of shopping and breakfast, Nami and I returned home, arms full of bags.

Nami looked at me with a mix of amusement and curiosity as I set the bags down on the sofa. “Well, it looks like you’ve got everything ready.”

I smiled, trying to calm the nerves that were starting to rise. "Yeah, it’s going to be… interesting. But I’m not giving him the satisfaction of making this easy."

Nami, ever the practical one, crossed her arms. “Just remember, he plays his own game too, and Shanks has never been one to give up easily. Keep that in mind.”

“I will,” I replied with a smile. “This time, the cards are in my hands.”

With that, I headed upstairs to start getting ready. I opened the box with the dress I had bought and carefully put it on. It was perfect: elegant, sophisticated, but also bold enough to catch his attention effortlessly. I added a touch of soft makeup and slipped on some heels to complete the look.

Just before leaving, I took one last look in the mirror and took a deep breath. It was time to face him and, if everything went according to plan, make him regret every time he’d played games with me.

I walked down the stairs and made my way to Shanks’ house. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and waited, feeling adrenaline rush through me.

The door opened slowly, and there stood Shanks, his expression shifting from relaxed to surprised in an instant. He wore an apron tied around his waist and a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder, clearly in the middle of preparing dinner. But what stood out the most was how his eyes slowly traveled up and down, taking in every detail of the fitted dress I had chosen.

“Wow… Y/N,” he said with a crooked smile, his voice lower than usual. “I have to say, you’ve exceeded my expectations.”

“Were you expecting anything less?” I replied playfully, tilting my head slightly and letting a mischievous smile curl on my lips.

Shanks chuckled as he stepped closer, closing the door behind me. “Not at all. Though… if I’d known you were going to show up like this, I would’ve lit the fireplace earlier.” He leaned in a bit, his intense gaze locking onto mine. “Because with what you’re wearing, things are about to heat up.”

I felt warmth rise to my cheeks, but I wasn’t going to let him have the last word. “Well, maybe that’s exactly what I wanted…”

Shanks gave me that signature smile of his, playful and dangerous, before leaning in and kissing me without warning. It was a deep kiss, full of that teasing energy he always had, but with a spark of something more. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me closer as his hand rested on the small of my back. I could feel the tension in his body, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

When we finally pulled apart, Shanks looked at me with those mischievous eyes, full of desire. “We should probably head inside before I forget about dinner.”

We stepped into his house, and the first thing I noticed was the atmosphere.

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of candles placed around a small table, right in front of the fireplace. Although it wasn’t lit yet, the scene was cozy and warm, as if it had been designed for an intimate and special moment. There was an undeniable romantic air to the whole setting.

“Impressive,” I murmured, looking around, genuinely surprised that Shanks had gone to such detailed lengths.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, guiding me toward the kitchen. “But I need your help with something before we sit down. I can’t do everything on my own, you know.”

I smiled, following him to the kitchen. “What do you need me to help with?”

He gestured to some vegetables and a couple of utensils laid out on the counter. “Just chop those while I finish the main course.”

I nodded and started working, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Shanks was good at keeping the atmosphere relaxed and comfortable, but tonight, there was something different about the way he moved—more focused, more… intent on me.

As I chopped the vegetables, I felt him step closer from behind, too close, his warmth enveloping me. Before I could react, his hands gently settled on my hips, and he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I could feel his body pressing against mine, and when he lowered his head to whisper in my ear, a shiver ran down my spine.

“You know,” he said in a low, husky voice, “watching you move around my kitchen in that dress… it’s not helping me focus.”

I bit my lip, trying to maintain my composure as I felt his breath against my neck. His firm chest was pressed against my back, and something else, very obvious, was pressing against me from below. A mischievous smile spread across my lips.

“Oh, really?” I replied, feigning innocence. “I didn’t think I was that… distracting.”

Shanks let out a low chuckle, his hands slowly tracing the curves of my body. “Oh, you are. And you have no idea how much.”

Before I could respond, his lips brushed against the skin of my neck, a gesture that left me breathless for a moment. His closeness was intoxicating, and the way his hands moved slowly over my hips was making it hard to focus.

I tried to stay composed. “And what if we don’t finish dinner on time?”

He laughed softly, his lips still close to my ear. “I think there are plenty of other things we could do if that happens…”

The tension in the air was palpable, but I decided not to give in so easily. I turned slightly in his arms, looking up at him with a smile. “Well, then we should probably hurry, don’t you think? Wouldn’t want to miss dinner.”

Shanks looked at me intensely, as if calculating his next move. Finally, he smiled and let me go, though not without giving me one last glance full of desire. “You’re right. Dinner first. After that… we’ll see.”

He finished the last touches on the meal and gestured for me to sit at the table he’d prepared near the fireplace. The ambiance was cozy, almost intimate, and the candles cast a soft glow that highlighted the rustic yet elegant details of the room.

“Have a seat. I just need to change,” he said with a mischievous smile before disappearing down the hallway.

A few minutes later, Shanks reappeared, and I struggled to maintain my composure when I saw him. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, perfectly fitted to show off every muscle in his torso, and, to my surprise—or perhaps not so much—the top buttons were left undone, giving me a glimpse of his chest. He looked so effortlessly put together, as if he wasn’t trying to be provocative on purpose, but every detail seemed perfectly calculated. His presence filled the room, and when our eyes met, a cocky grin spread across his lips.

“Is this better?” he asked, turning slightly so I could take in the full view of his outfit. “Didn’t want the chef to be outdone by his guest.”

“Much better,” I replied, throwing a playful jab. “Are you always this good of a host?”

He laughed, approaching with a bottle of wine in one hand, serving both our plates carefully before sitting down across from me. “For you, always.”

Shanks started serving the meal with his usual graceful ease, but I could barely focus on the food in front of me. There were too many questions swirling in my mind. As I watched him move with that confident grace, I decided it was time to confront him.

I lifted my gaze and looked at him directly. “Shanks.” I placed the fork down on the plate, taking a deep breath. “Why did you hide that you were one of the investors? That you knew about my project and were going to be at the auditorium that night?”

The change in his expression was subtle, but I noticed it. His relaxed smile remained, but his eyes darkened for just a second.

For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the soft crackling of the fireplace that was now lit. Shanks didn’t look away, but I could see his thoughts swirling. He was trying to decide what to say, how to handle the situation.

Finally, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, his smile returning, though this time a bit softer. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted to know you… without that barrier between us. I knew the moment I told you, you’d distance yourself or think I was using you.”

“And that first night, when I told you everything, about my project, my PhD—didn’t it occur to you to say something? You just carried on as if none of it concerned you?” I asked, my tone sharper. I wanted to hear more.

Shanks nodded, but with that playful gleam in his eyes that he always had when the conversation got interesting. “My company is interested in your project, Y/N, like all safe investments. I specialize in recognizing and securing talent, getting the best project at any cost. But… that has nothing to do with how I feel about you.”

I felt my heart race, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook that easily. “That sounds lovely, but you still hid it.”

“I did,” he admitted, leaning forward.

He smiled more genuinely this time, his eyes lighting up with that mischievous fire he always had when he knew he was in dangerous territory.

I carefully set my glass down on the table and looked at him directly.

“Last night, with Mihawk… It wasn’t right for you to interfere in our conversation. I was talking about my project, something that means a lot to me, and your interruption could’ve ruined everything. I could’ve lost him as an investor.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his gaze never wavered. He didn’t seem surprised by what I was saying but attentive. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he watched me with calculated calm.

“I know,” he responded after a few seconds, his voice low and soft, as if he was weighing each word. “I don’t know what got into me, but seeing you with him and your project…”

“No, Shanks,” I interrupted quickly, straightening in my chair, my tone firmer than I expected. “This isn’t about me in that way. It was a business conversation, something important, something I’ve built with hard work. You made it personal, and that’s not okay.”

His face changed subtly, but his expression showed no signs of regret. Instead, he seemed to be measuring his words, as if each one carried more weight than I could understand at that moment. “I know how much your project means to you, Y/N. And I know Mihawk saw it as an opportunity. I know him better than anyone.”

I let out a humorless laugh, incredulous. “And what do you know about Mihawk? For that matter, what do you know about Beckman?”

Shanks ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply as he leaned back in his chair, as if the conversation was exhausting him. “Mihawk and I weren’t always rivals. There was a time when we were… almost like brothers. We did our PhDs together, working under Benn Beckman. We were the best, competing healthily… until someone else came along.”

I looked at him, intrigued but still angry. “Someone else?”

“Elisabeth,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and something darker. “We both fell in love with her. And while Mihawk played fair, I… didn’t. I did things I shouldn’t have done. I manipulated the situation, got ahead of him in more ways than one. I won the girl… and the investors he wanted for his own project, even his position at Red Horizons. Since then, Mihawk and I haven’t been the same. What you see now is just an extension of that rivalry. Last night, when I saw him interested in your project, I…”

“So… you got everything? Elisabeth and the investors?” I asked, my tone inadvertently accusatory, though I tried to stay neutral.

“That was a long time ago. I was just a kid. I was always working, and Elisabeth got tired of it and left me. But yes, I became CEO of Red Horizons, and as you can see, Mihawk hasn’t done too badly either.”

“Then…” I began, my voice tense. “The woman you were talking to yesterday? It seemed like you knew her well, Shanks.”

“Elisabeth,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine with intensity, searching for any sign of disagreement. But I didn’t let him see the fury coursing through my body.

Elisabeth.

The word echoed in my mind like a distant sound that suddenly became deafening. The woman I had spoken to the night before, the same woman who had been at the center of his rivalry with Mihawk, this woman from the past who seemed to still be present, even when Shanks was trying to assure me she wasn’t. My stomach churned in a way I couldn’t control. I felt a wave of emotions—jealousy, anger, sadness—all mixing in a way that overwhelmed me.

The silence between us grew heavier than ever. I could barely look at Shanks. My hands, which I tried to keep steady on the table, began to tremble slightly. The truth was there, laid out before me, and though he was trying to justify it, I couldn’t ignore the feeling of betrayal creeping up on me. Not because he had a past, but because that past was now interfering with my present.

“Y/N…” Shanks’ voice broke the silence, his tone softer and more urgent than ever.

I couldn’t help it. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and I blinked quickly, trying to hold them back. I didn’t want him to see me like this, vulnerable, but it was too late. Everything I had heard in those few minutes had shaken me deeply. How was I supposed to compete with such an old story, with a past so tangled?

I felt a lump in my throat, and before I could say anything, I stood up abruptly from my chair, wanting to escape the situation, from him, from everything.

“Y/N, please, wait…” Shanks’ voice was filled with a mixture of concern and desperation. Before I could get far, I felt him kneel beside me, taking my hands in his. His touch was warm, but in that moment, it felt like a chain binding me to something I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of.

“Let me explain it better,” he said, his words coming out fast, urgent. “All of that happened a long time ago. Elisabeth means nothing to me anymore, not like before. Yes, I made mistakes, and what happened with Mihawk and her haunts me, but that has nothing to do with you. I don’t want to lose what we have, Y/N.”

His hands squeezed mine tighter, as if he feared I might disappear at any moment. His eyes, usually so confident, were now full of vulnerability. I could see the genuine concern in him, the fear that everything between us would fall apart. But still, how could I trust someone who had hidden so much from me?

“Shanks…” My voice cracked, and I couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down my cheeks. “This is too much for me. I can’t just pretend everything is fine when last night you were talking to her. How can I be sure you won’t repeat the same mistakes? You’ve already lied to me about your company, about knowing my project from the beginning. What else are you hiding?”

He shook his head, desperate. “I’m not hiding anything else, I swear. I only kept my connection to the project from you because I wanted you to know me as a man, not as a CEO. I knew that if I told you from the start, you’d pull away or think I had ulterior motives. But what I feel for you is real, Y/N.”

His words hit me hard. Part of me wanted to believe him, wanted to hug him and say everything would be fine. But the other part, the part that was hurt, refused to give in so easily. Elisabeth was back in his life, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that she had been the reason for the fracture between him and Mihawk. What would happen now that she was close again?

Shanks, seeing the conflict in my eyes, moved closer, resting his forehead against my hands while his fingers traced soft circles on my skin. “I’m not asking you to understand everything right away,” he whispered. “But I’m asking for a chance. Give me a chance to show you that I’m here for you, not for anything or anyone else. I know this is complicated, but the last thing I want is to lose you.”

My tears continued to fall silently, and everything inside me was in chaos. But when I looked at Shanks, kneeling there in front of me, with that sincerity and vulnerability he rarely showed, something inside me wavered. He was a man who had made mistakes, yes, but he was also someone who had shown me his most human side, someone who was opening up to me completely.

I sighed, my heart still racing and my thoughts racing in a thousand directions. "I don't know if I can trust you right now, Shanks," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "But I also don't want to walk away. I just… need time."

Shanks nodded quickly, his eyes fixed on mine, filled with hope. "Take all the time you need," he said softly, his voice cracked with emotion. "I’ll be here, waiting. And I’ll do everything I can to show you that I’m worth it, that I’m not going to let you down."

We stayed like that for a moment, with him still kneeling, holding my hands as if they were the most precious thing in the world. And although the storm inside me hadn’t passed, something in his gaze, in the way he looked at me, gave me a small glimmer of hope.

The tension that had filled the air seemed to begin to dissipate, but there was still a sense of uncertainty that wouldn’t let me feel completely at ease.

“Finish dinner with me, Y/N,” he said, his tone softer but firm. "I want to get to know you, truly."

I looked at him for a few seconds, still feeling the whirlwind of emotions in my chest, but I nodded. Maybe it was only fair to give him that chance, at least to hear more of what he had to say.

Shanks visibly relaxed, his lips curving into a genuine smile as he poured me some more wine. "I’ve always thought that the best way to understand someone is to know their story. So, how about I tell you a bit about mine?"

I looked at him with curiosity as he sat back down, his voice shifting in tone, warmer and more open. "You know? I wasn’t always the CEO of a big company. I grew up in a small fishing port, with not many expectations for the future. My childhood was quite… simple. My parents worked hard, but often it wasn’t enough."

I started to relax a bit as I listened to him talk about his childhood, the life he lived before becoming who he is today.

“And you?” Shanks suddenly asked, leaning forward with interest. "I want to know more about you, Y/N. How did you get into this incredible project?"

I looked at him, somewhat surprised by the question, but I found a little relief in talking about something more comfortable. I shared a bit about my life, my own dreams, how I had always wanted to build something that would leave a mark on the world. Shanks listened attentively, his gaze fixed on me, and for a moment, it almost seemed like nothing else mattered.

The atmosphere between us had become lighter, more natural. It wasn’t the tense conversation from before, but something more personal, more intimate. And when we finished dinner, Shanks smiled mischievously, as if he already had something else planned.

“It’s time for dessert,” he said, getting up again and gesturing to the sofa in front of the fireplace. “Come, sit here.”

He winked at me as he began to move some of the candles, placing them around the sofa, creating a more intimate and relaxed atmosphere. I let myself be guided, sitting in front of the fire, the warmth enveloping me as he went to get dessert.

When he returned, he brought two small plates with what looked like chocolate tarts. He sat down next to me, his closeness now much more evident, and passed me a plate. The playful spark in his gaze had returned, and his smile told me that the mischievous Shanks I knew was about to re-emerge.

“Look how fancy you’ve made everything,” I said, my tone playful and sarcastic, taking a small bite of the tart.

“Fancy? You don’t know half of it, darling,” he replied, with a mischievous grin. “You’d be surprised at what I can do with a couple of candles and a good dessert.”

I glanced at him sideways, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, really? I thought your cooking skills were a bit… limited.”

Shanks let out a low laugh, leaning in a little closer. “Well, let’s just say I have certain… hidden talents. You might be surprised.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “Always so confident, huh?”

He leaned in a bit closer, his lips curving into a dangerous smile. "With a woman like you, I have to be. Although, of course, if you ever want to test if I measure up, you know where to find me."

My heart skipped a beat, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me blush. “Wow, it seems like you never tire of trying to impress, huh? Let’s see if all that talk is backed up.”

Shanks set his plate on the table, and in a swift movement, he leaned toward me, his eyes locking onto mine, his expression both challenging and playful. "What makes you think I’m trying to impress you? Maybe I’m just enjoying myself."

My smile widened, enjoying the game that was unfolding. “Oh, I’m sure you enjoy what you see, but don’t forget that the show isn’t always free.”

Shanks laughed again, this time louder, and leaned back against the sofa, stretching an arm behind me as if to mark his territory. “You’re right. Good things cost. But for you, I’m willing to invest.”

My eyes met his, and at that moment, the atmosphere between us changed. The flirting was still there, but there was something more, something deeper, almost electric. We both knew we were playing a dangerous game, but neither of us wanted to stop.

“Well, Shanks,” I said, biting my lip softly and looking at him boldly. "I hope you have a lot to invest because I’m not an easy project."

He looked at me intently, his smile slowly growing. "Oh, Y/N… I’m not afraid to bet on the complicated. In fact, it’s the challenges that motivate me."

The tension between us grew, and as the fireplace crackled softly beside us, his hand brushed against mine, sending a spark through my skin. His fingers began to gently caress my arm, slowly moving up from my wrist to my shoulder. The touch was barely perceptible, but the sensation was like a current coursing through my skin. My breathing became a little heavier, and although I wanted to keep my composure, I couldn’t help but notice how my body responded to each of his movements.

My face was burning, and I couldn’t help but blush. He noticed and smiled, that small but confident smile. His hand slowly moved up to my neck, caressing my skin with a touch that sent shivers down my spine.

He leaned in closer, and the space between us vanished. His warm breath brushed against my skin, and the world around seemed to fade away. It was just us, the warmth of the fireplace, the candles flickering in the dim light, and Shanks’ touch, growing more intimate by the moment.

With a gentle motion, his other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his body against mine, every inch of space reduced until there was almost no air between us. His gaze dropped to my lips, and at that moment, I knew what was coming.

"This isn’t just a bet for me," he murmured softly, his lips barely brushing against mine, teasing me. "I don’t just want to get to know you better, Y/N. I want to be with you, here and now."

Before I could respond, his lips finally found mine. The kiss was soft at first, as if he were waiting for a sign from me, but as I responded, his intensity grew. Shanks kissed me with a mix of passion and tenderness, as if he were melting away all the barriers between us.

My hands instinctively slipped to his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath his fitted shirt. The heat of his skin pierced through the fabric, and I felt his breathing quicken. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming my back with a firmness that made me shudder.

The world completely faded away in that moment. There was nothing else but the taste of his lips, the pressure of his hands, and the growing desire between us. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was this instant, this kiss.

Finally, Shanks pulled away just a millimeter, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths intertwined. His fingers gently caressed my jaw, his gaze searching for mine in the dim light.

“You have no idea how much I desire you,” he whispered, his voice rough and filled with emotion. “All this time, since I met you… I can only think of you.”

I looked at him, my heart racing wildly, unable to speak in that moment. My fingers clung to his shirt, and for a second, all I wanted was to lose myself in him, to let the tension between us overflow completely.

“Y/N…” he murmured, his voice hoarse, as if he were struggling to contain himself. “You have no idea what you do to me. Yesterday, when I saw you in that dress…” His lips brushed against my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how incredibly beautiful you looked. I chose it thinking of you, but seeing you in it exceeded all my expectations.”

I shivered at his words. The closeness of his body to mine, his deep and soothing voice, everything made my heart race uncontrollably. Shanks lowered his gaze to me, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair, caressing it slowly, as if he wanted to prolong the moment.

"And now… tonight…" he continued, his voice dropping even lower, filled with longing. "You look so beautiful that I can hardly keep control. This outfit…" his hands gently traced my waist, his eyes taking in every detail, "you’re all I can think about. It’s as if you were made to tempt me."

My cheeks burned, and not just from the warmth of the fireplace. I knew he was flirting with a skill he mastered perfectly, but the sincerity in his words, the way he looked at me as if he couldn't take his eyes off me, made me feel something deeper.

I bit my lip, trying to maintain my composure. “So, is all of this just another strategy, Shanks? Another trick of yours to get what you want?”

He smiled, that playful smile he always seemed to have ready. He leaned in even closer, his lips just inches from mine, but still not kissing me.

“It’s not a trick, Y/N,” he said in an almost reverent whisper. “Not with you. What I want is… to have you. To know you, to touch you, and to make you feel as desired as you make me feel.”

His confession left me speechless. My breathing was uneven, and I felt my body respond to each of his caresses, to every word he spoke. Shanks wasn’t just flirting; he was confessing his true desires, stripping away more than his usual charm. His intensity enveloped me, and as his hands continued to roam me, a part of me wanted to completely surrender to him.

“Last night, when I saw you in that crowd… with Mihawk… I knew there was no turning back. That I wasn't going to let you go.”

Shanks didn’t take his eyes off me, his gaze tracing every inch of my face, as if he was searching for something, some sign. And then, with surprising gentleness, his lips brushed against mine. The kiss was slow, almost tentative, but charged with an electricity that coursed through my body. I felt his hand on my waist, firm yet gentle, pulling me even closer to him, while his other hand tangled in my hair, holding me as if he never wanted to let me go.

We separated for barely a second, our breaths intertwined, but Shanks didn’t let the moment fade away. With that mischievous smile that always managed to disarm me, he whispered close to my lips, his voice low and filled with intention.

“Y/N…” he said, his warm breath against my skin "I want to make love to you.."

NEXT CHAPTER

[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

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.”

[sharuk28]

Tldr: *bonks you* no, to all those dealing with their own stuff, but if anyone else has the energy to try and cheer me up with something nice, it'd be appreciated. Also taking the chance to spread a bit of love to some of y'all <3

Shall delete this after november when tests are over lol, maybe ill take it down december, or not at all, I'll see what happens, but if any of my moots or frens are awake and see this and are down for a bit of cheering me up in any way, I could really use it rn and probably still will the next few days or so, maybe even december..

@quinloki **NOT YOU** lmao cause *bonk* you've got enough on your plate lol <3. Don't stress though, i promised i wouldn't bottle anything up, and you know ill come to you if i break again lol, but I am managing hehe. Also, alsoooo, <(^w^)> a hug cuz you deserve it. Stay idiotic (affectionate), stay silly, and most of all, stay lascivious (affectionate) ya menace lmao xD

@nocturnalrorobin *bonks you as well* don't worry about this either ro, cause I know you've got your seasonal depression so focus on you boo. >.< wishing you all the bestest of the bestest bestness bestie xD /muah muah/ remember you are loved!! <3

@queitghoulwhispering *bonk bonk bonk* you need to sleep rue xD don't even consider tryna cheer me up. You do that already so thanks for the company, it means a ton especially when I'm starting to feel super lonely (high key one of my longest standing fears even though it hasn't been as prevalent since I met y'all) also, /hugs hugs/ remember not to stress about all the things outa your control, it's gonna be alright, and reminder for ice-cream once more if you've been feeling for it lol xD

I know I could just vent at the bar like usual, but I thought I'd ask this here instead so I'll get a bit less reach so I don't stress all you guys out when I am actually managing pretty well ngl. Seriously, all of you are amazing and I will cherish y'all forever for what you guys have done for me and for just being y'all.

Sorry for the @'s but I didn't want you guys specifically to stress about me lol. To everyone else that I didn't @, I still love you all regardless, so don't think I don't! *stabbity stabby stab* I love y'all! Writing this out in itself helped enough and I'm feeling better, so please don't panic and take care of yourselves first.

[quinloki]

I feel like Marco would be such a good yandere. Something sore from all the fucking ? A wound from overdoing it? His talon made you bleed? his flames will make it go away and you will feel more relaxed in no time.

He is taking such good care of you pretty bird. There's no reason to leave.

/nod nod/ 100000000%

I really think it'd be almost impossible for you to realize he even is one unless something goes bad.

Crocodile, in his own way, gives you a chance to leave. He doesn't hold back - you can and will get a very unsettling feeling around him that leaves you feeling hunted. He's not letting you go if you cross the line and lay yourself between his teeth, but he does give you a chance.

Shanks, I think, doesn't hide how desperate he is for you, and if you catch on that's just a shame - unlike Crocodile, he doesn't give you the chance to run, but! you might not ever pick up on it. If things go smoothly for the most part, Shanks' affable nature will keep you from ever picking up on it.

But Marco?

Chances are he's decided you're staying with him before you've even heard his name. Whether you're an islander, or a new member of the crew, his mind is made up the moment his eyes settle on you. Call it instinct, call it insanity, he doesn't care.

And his touch is feather light.

Marco, Kaku and Sabo - given the chance - will have you desperate for them to the point that you might worry you're the yandere in the relationship.

But where madness might slip up Sabo, and where impatience might trip up Kaku, Marco steps through effortlessly. Unless you catch him tearing someone apart for daring to lust after you, you're just not ever going to know.

Find his journal? His feelings for you are that intense, but he writes them down to keep them in check. None of it's real, pretty bird, it's all role-play stuff to keep himself under control, don't fret it. Maybe you'd like to try role-playing some stuff with him so it doesn't seem so strange to you?

Hear someone talk about how he knew you were his before you'd even held his hand? He was just manifesting the reality he hoped to see. Sorry if it sounded a little intense, the guys tend to exaggerate things on top of it all. You know pirates and their fish stories, yoi. He was right though, and thank the seas for that because he's so smitten with you, he wouldn't know what to do with himself otherwise.

How... lucky for him... that you fell for him like you did.

[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]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out🖤

Thank you. Oh my god. 🥺

[lockes-woods]

10; Shelter in Place

!!!!!!!MDNI!!!!!!

Request: Here's my obligatory Mishanks (Sir, Daddy) request. It's not very exiting I know but I do love how you write them. A/ B/O dynamics heat, snowed in. I think i got everything. I’m looking forward to all your amazing stories. 💛

Requested by: @nocturnalrorobin

A/N: This kinda fully got away from me. The rest of the one-shots in this series will probably be around 1,500 - 2,000 words max. I think I'm so used to writing his pairing for Stuck that I was using chapter pacing instead of one-shot pacing.

WARNINGS: Anal, PIV, MxFxM, Threesome, A/B/O, Knotting, Snowed in, Smut, Heat/Ruts, Sir kink, Daddy kink, dp, creampie

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-It’s the season’s first proper nor'easter and most likely the last one before the new year and it is a is a doozy! Northern winds have pushed the storm south at a breakneck pace. Those situated in any of the red and orange zones shown behind me on the map have been directed to shelter in place as the storm is scheduled to hit within the next hour.” Shanks clicked off of the news channel as the host transitioned from weather into a puff piece on dog safety during the winter.

“Well, it looks like we got an extension on our vacation,” Shanks said, he wasn’t wrong, your location sat right dab in the middle of the red zone.

“It’s supposed to be a record amount of accumulation,” Mihawk started reading off his phone, “I’d be surprised if we’re able to leave any time this weekend.”

“You won’t get in trouble at work, will you?” Shanks asked as the couple turned their attention to you.

“No,” you said shaking your head, “I cashed in all my vacation time. I’m not scheduled to be back until the 1st.”

“Okay, good,” Shanks nodded, “We should be fine on food and water. I’m only concerned about our access to firewood during the storm. I’m gonna bring in as much as I can before it truly starts to come down.”

“That’s a good idea,” Mihawk agreed, “This is some vacation, we came to ski and in turn roped you into being marooned with us.”

“Oh, no,” you joked, “How will I ever cope with getting to spend a few extra days with my closest friends.”

“Still, we should have been better at looking for the projected forecast; sorry Sunshine.”  Shanks said as he slipped on his jacket, before moving to put on his snow boots.

“Shanks it’s fine, really. We have a few more days together and I get to be doted on by two capable alphas,” you said with a smile, “I mean who would pass up that up?”

“We do not dote on you,” Shanks said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh? And who threw a fit when they found out I forgot my gloves at home?” You asked, teasingly.

“It’s below freezing! You could have gotten frostbite.” Shanks argued.

“I was going to buy a pair at the resort! How was I gonna get frostbite in the less than five minutes I would have been outside getting to the car and from the car to the resort?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Something else could have gone wrong.” Mihawk started in Shanks’s defense.

“Really Mihawk? I know it’s natural for you guys to want to care for me because of my secondary gender and all, but I’m not made of glass.” You said, rolling your eyes, “I swear I can’t tell if you’ve both gotten better or worse since college when it comes to taking care of me.”

“I feel like we’ve gotten better,” Shanks argued.

“I mean it’s not like either of you set a particularly high bar. Anything’s better than when you used to growl whenever another alpha got near me during my pre-heat.” You said, shaking your head.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing; you know we were only doing that because we care for you.” Shanks argued.

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied reluctantly, “I love you guys too, but it definitely hasn’t helped me try to find a mate. One of those alphas could have been it.”

“If our growling was enough to persuade them then they weren’t good enough for you,” Mihawk dismissed.

“Still, not all of us are lucky enough to find a mate that young. I mean fuck you both committed to each other by the time Shanks, and I graduated.” You pointed out to the older alpha, “Some of us are out here having to rely on heathub to get through our primal spells.”

“You’re not going to find a mate on heathub,” Shanks said, “Plus what’s your rush? It���s only been a few years since we graduated.”

“That’s not the point, I’m just saying you’re both very lucky. I barely have time to date in my free time. Which leaves heathub as my only option during my heats.” You sigh, “Speaking of my heat I’m gonna go take my suppressants.”

“Alright,” Shanks nodded, “I’m gonna work on the wood.”

“I’ll join you.” Mihawk said, grabbing his coat. You quickly retreat to the guest bedroom not liking the old emotions coming up with the way the conversation was heading. You took some calming breaths as you opened up your bag. You blinked away tears as you felt around for your suppressant bottle. You knew it wasn’t their fault for making you feel this way but fuck how were you supposed to cope with being in love with two of your closest friends. As much as it pained you to not act on your feelings you knew it would exponentially be worse to lose them all together.

You took one last deep breath before zoning back in at the task at hand. You furrowed your eyebrows as you felt around your bag still not touching anything remotely bottle-shaped. You had finished off a bottle the day before, but you always packed extra. Especially when you were going to be around either alpha, you had always been extra sensitive to their scents. To the point that when you were roommates you were sent into an early heat just by smelling the faintest whiff of their scent during their rut. You could feel your pulse spike as you turned over your bag and frantically shook out all of its contents. It needed to be here. Scratch that it had to be here. It had already been a little over 24 hours since you took the last pill, meaning that there was most likely none of it remaining in your system. Your breath turned sporadic as you cleared out all your clothing to the side along with your toiletries. Desperate, you picked up the bag and looked in every nook and cranny of each pocket hoping against hope that you missed it during your first pass.

You were in such a frenzy you hadn’t even noticed the souring of your scent as you went into the hallway to the bathroom to make sure you hadn’t just left it in there the night before. After giving the bathroom, a once over and finding nothing anxiety set in. Your breathing turned erratic. You had no idea how to cope. You were stuck here for the next 24-36 hours before the roads would be drivable again. You were so in your head that you hadn’t noticed the loud steps rushing towards you. You were in a blind panic. You could feel yourself becoming lightheaded one moment, to the next being held in Shanks’s arms. You took a deep breath of Mihawk’s earthy scent as you began to calm down.

“I’m sorry, fuck I’m so sorry,” You choked out, as your breathing began to even out again.

“Shh, it’s okay baby.” Shanks said, cupping your face and wiping away your tears. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until his calloused hands glided across your cheeks. You took a few more deep breaths as you felt yourself coming down to earth. Through your tears, you could just make out a concerned Mihawk hovering over Shanks’s shoulder.

“There we go,” Shanks said smiling down at you as your breathing finally evened out.

“Are you okay sunshine?” Mihawk asked. You swallowed a cry from deep in your throat as you blinked back tears threatening to spill again.

“I’m s-sorry,” is all you could make out.

“Baby, I’m sure whatever happened we can get through,” Shanks said, looking down at you with an emotion you couldn’t place.

“What has got you all riled up?” Mihawk asked.

“I-my I’m out of suppressants.” You manage to just spit out before your breathing begins to ramp up again. Shanks and Mihawk shared a look over his shoulder as you began to nervously ramble, “I’ll stay in my room. We could maybe barricade it? I could put the dresser in front of the door-”

You were cut off mid-sentence by Shanks’s warm, slightly chapped lips pressing against yours. Your eyes widened, as he slipped his hand behind your neck and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. It felt like your brain turned off as your eyes fluttered shut. You opened your mouth unprompted, letting the alpha dominate the kiss. A whine keened in your throat as he delicately pulled away.

“I-I” you stuttered as your brain began to buffer.

“I think you broke her,” Mihawk said jokingly, maintaining his monotone voice.

“W-what, why-” you started, still processing, “I’m sorry-” you started heading down a void of existential crisis; not being able to process what you never thought was an option.

“Shh it’s okay love,” Shanks reassured, gently, “We’re not mad.”

“What- but, I might trigger your ruts,” you said, still processing the situation.

“Darling, that’s okay,” Mihawk said, in a calming tone, “If anything this is a blessing in disguise.”

“A blessing?” you asked.

“We love you, baby,” Shanks said, explaining slowly as you began to truly understand the situation.

“But you’re married and mated. Why-,” you started.

“Love, we’ve been pining after you for a while now,” Mihawk cut you off, “We’d love to get you through your heat. That is if you’ll have us.”

“But, why now? How long-”

“Long,” Mihawk said, answering the unasked question.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked.

“We were too scared of losing you to make a move,” Shanks explained. You nodded understandingly as everything finally began to click in place for you.

“Would this just be a one-time thing?” you asked.

“No,”

“Fuck I hope not,”

Mihawk and Shanks replied simultaneously. You laughed at Shanks’s response, while Mihawk gave him side-eye. Your laughter was cut off by a sudden spark in your core, you suddenly felt very warm, as you clenched around nothing. The sole need of wanting to be filled floating to the surface. You bit your lip looking up at the two alphas, the tone in the room shifting as their eyes locked with your hooded ones.

“Alpha,” you said looking up between them, any lingering nerves long gone as your inner desire surfaced. The next few minutes were a blur as you were corralled into the master bedroom, sharing needy kisses while the couple took turns undressing you. You suddenly found yourself naked in between the fully dressed alphas. All you could do was whine as you ground against each of their clothed erections. You moaned at their size, too far gone to question how either, let alone both of them fit.

“Fuck, daddy please,” you begged as Shanks kissed over your sensitive neck. He honed in on that spot sucking and nipping at it until a sizeable hickey formed. You could feel him throb against your backside.

“How’d did you know to call him that?” Mihawk questioned, tilting your chin up to force eye contact.

“Thin wall,” you panted.

“Is that right?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “yes, sir.”

Mihawk’s eyes sharpen at your claim of him as ‘sir’, he quickly tugged off his shirt before once again pulling you in for a desperate kiss. All you could do was moan into the kiss, your nipples rubbing against his chest, already hard from the drafty air.

“Fuck,” Shanks groaned behind you, “How do you want us love?”

“In me,” you begged, gasping for air as you pulled away from Mihawk’s lips.

“No which one of us baby,” Shanks clarified.

“I want both,” you whined.

“Darling there’s no way we’ll both fit in your pussy,” Mihawk soothed, attempting to stifle a groan at the feeling of your slick soaking through his trousers.

“Please,” you whine, “I want both my holes filled,”

“Have you ever done anal?” Shanks asked, needing your ass.

“Yes,” you gasped as Mihawk slipped his hand between your thighs, immediately finding and rubbing your clit.

“Do we need condoms?” Mihawk questioned.

“Mhm, no,” you whined, “I have the implant.”

“Fuck,” Shanks groaned taking in the sight of your wet pussy after Mihawk knocked your thigh apart for better access.

“There’s so much slick, I don’t think we need any lube,” Shanks said in awe, “Do all omegas produce this much slick, or is our baby special?”

You whine, burrowing your face into Mihawk’s shoulder as they talk about you like you aren’t sandwiched between them.

“Fuck, I haven’t fucked an omega in a while, but even in heat this is a lot.” Mihawk forced out, freeing his cock from his pants.

“I wanna taste; is that okay baby?” Shanks asked playfully, “It looks like you have plenty to go around.”

“Do be careful not to drown in it, that pool of slick’s big enough to warrant a lifeguard.” Mihawk teased, rubbing his cock up and down your slit. Shanks moaned unabashedly at the taste of your slick.

“Fuck, she’s as sweet as she looks,” he groaned, collecting a decent amount of slick on his finger tops before he began to tease your asshole. You needily ground back against his digits as Mihawk teased the head of his cock at your entrance. You rocked back and forth as their movements sped up. You were a moaning mess as you were manhandled, bouncing on and off their cocks. Your mind went blank as your orgasm crashed through you without warning.

“Fuck, where do you want us baby?” Shanks gasped out at your tightening walls.

“In me please daddy. Fuck please daddy I’ll be such a good girl.” You begged as overstimulation started to build. Shanks shot off first, collapsing against your back as his knot catches your entrance. You both moaned as Mihawk pressed on. Overstimulated tears kissing the corners of your eyes as he used you to get off. Just as you turned the corner of pain to pleasure Mihawk’s thrust began to get sloppy. He reached between you and began to stimulate your clit in rhythm with his thrusts. He held on just long enough to trigger another orgasm. Shanks whimpered in your ear as you once again clenched down on his spent cock. The three of you fell down on the bed in a connected pile of lust and years of repressed feelings.

There was no question if you were warm enough as your heat fully took over.

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