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quinloki · 18 days ago
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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.
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punks-never-die205 · 4 months ago
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Please let's talk about Kids hand. This scene had no business being this horny. Just all things it could and would do.... 🥵🫦
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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.
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shaanks · 2 months ago
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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?
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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.
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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!!
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fanaticsnail · 30 days ago
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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. 💛
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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.
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nocturnalrorobin · 2 months ago
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Could... could you write something about Katakuri? 👉👈
Hi anon !
You just made my day! 😁 I will gladly write something about Katakuri for you. Do you have something specific mind? A headcannon or one shot? If it's a one shot, do you want it to be a specific theme? Knowing readers gender would help me too.
If you wanna stay anonymous you can just drop another ask. I will wait a bit before I start. (* ̄∇ ̄*)
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a-killer-obsession · 5 months ago
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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lockes-woods · 1 month ago
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Kinktober '24 Day 3
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Request: Hmmm how about dom Nico Robin x sub afab reader? Over stimulation, toys, bondage, praise kink and body worship. (Jealous robin fucks reader in front of Sanji)
Requested by: @nocturnalrorobin / Author's Choice
WARNINGS: Warnings: Exhibition, Mistress kink, fingering, strap-ons, nipple clamps, improper use of devil fruit powers, jealousy, bondage, sex toys, questionable consent
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You bit your lip to contain a gasp, as Robin sprouted an arm from the floor right below your chair and began stroking your inner thigh. You tried your hardest to regulate your breath and continue to eat your breakfast, hoping none of your fellow crew mates would notice. You cursed internally as she made her way closer and closer to your core.
“What about you?” Nami asked, snapping you out of your sole focus on the hand between your legs.
“Sorry, I’m a little out of it; what was the question?” You asked with a smile.
“Since we’re docking this afternoon, we’re talking about who’s going to stay behind on the ship.” Usopp answered, “So far only Robin’s volunteered.”
You pushed around your food for a moment before answering, attempting to contain your excitement at the prospect of being alone with Robin. While initially you were just crew mates with benefits, things had bloomed into a genuine loving relationship. You’d only been part of the crew for the last six months; in four of those months, you and Robin had become an item. So far only Chopper and Nami knew. You weren’t ashamed of it by any means, it just felt nice to have something for yourselves.
“I don’t mind staying,” you answered as casually as possible. Despite your efforts, Nami gave you a knowing glance, a smirk forming on her lips.
“I-I actually might stay as well.” Sanji rushed out.
“Huh, didn’t you just finish saying that you’d be Intown to work on the food restock?” Usopp questioned.
“Um, actually, I think it’d be best for me to stay and double-check our inventory. Just to make sure it’s accurate and I’m not overspending. I can always put in the order tomorrow.” He blurted out before taking a sip of his water, glancing at you in passing over the rim. You tried your best to keep your face neutral in your disappointment. You just wanted some alone time with your partner, was that too much to ask for? It also didn’t help that it was Sanji, Robin had been pretty short with him recently. You didn’t get why. While he was super nice to you since you joined, he’d only ever playfully flirted with you in a way you deemed harmless. You rationalized it as such because he gave Nami the same attention and she was an out lesbian.
On the bright side, Nami wouldn’t be in the women’s quarters tonight, meaning you and Robin could be as loud as you like. Well, you were always loud; you couldn’t remember the last time Robin didn’t have to manifest an arm next to your head when you came so that its hand could muffle your cries. You could feel your face begin to warm as you remembered the sex toys she had bought when you were last docked. It was a mixture of ropes, vibrators, nipple clamps, and a new vibrating dildo for her strap-on. The dildo was different because it had a backside that would be in Robin when she fucked you.
“Alright it’s settled then,” Luffy called out in his normal joy-filled voice, turning to look at you, “You, Sanji, and Robin will stay here, while the rest of us explore the island.”
You couldn’t help but smile back in return. Luffy always brought a smile to your face. That only ever added to your confusion over why Robin was always so quick to anger with Sanji, but never Luffy. The two of you were way closer and touchier with each other than you had ever been with the cook. You bit your lip to contain your emotions as the hand pinched your thigh mere centimeters from where you wanted it most. Robin’s hand stayed perched on your upper thigh until you were done with breakfast. You helped Usopp and Sanji clear the dishes. The hand gone from between your legs as quickly as it came. You thanked Sanji as you always did for another sustaining meal before you wandered to the cartography room/library to work for a bit. You and Nami shared the space. In your addition there were now two bookshelves with relevant texts; with cages built in to prevent the books from falling. You were the crew’s chronicler. While you were new, you had already worked on gaining all the history of the crew before your time and now focused on what was to come.
Outside of your fighting abilities, you were also a great conversationalist and listener which made interviewing each member of the straw hats of their memories easy. Your position is actually the reason you and Robin hit it off. You spent long hours talking in the crow’s nest at night about not only her life but your own, which is a rarity for someone in your position. When you confessed your feelings to one another four months ago she said she had never felt so safe and heard, by anyone else. While in turn, you confessed how you could never not be in awe of her intelligence and strength.
“Darling,” Robin said softly, attempting to not sneak up on you. It was only half effective as you still jumped slightly, your train of thought ripped out of your mind by the beauty leaning against the nearest bookshelf.
“Ye-yes,” you answered, clearing your throat. She smiled down at you, amused. She often remarked on how endearing it was that you still got nervous under her attention.
“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a bath later? And then I was thinking we could read for a bit before I tuck you in.”
‘tuck you in’ was her subtle code for fucking you til you were so far gone you couldn’t even put yourself to bed.
“I’d love to miss.” You answer, a desperate look already carving into your face causing Robin to smirk.
“Good,” she said leaning down to peck your lips.
“Wait, what about Sanji?” you asked, as she pulled away.
“What about him?” She asked, with a slight tilt of her head and ever so slight furrowing of her brows. She only ever made that face when she was irritated.
“W-Well we have to pass the male quarters from the bathroom to our room.” You started, “Plus what if he hears us? The ship is docked and deserted so there’ll be no sound coverage.”
Robin hummed for a moment before easing your pen from your hand and grabbing a scrap piece of map paper Nami had trashed. She leaned down for a moment writing something down that you missed; definitely from her arm being in the way and not at all because you could see down her shirt perfectly from where you sat.
“Don’t worry about the cook, I’ll take care of him.” She answered, folding up the paper she had just written on.
“Okay, b-but be nice please.” You said as she raised to her full height. She hummed once again.
“Oh, my sweet little flower. What will I ever do with your big heart?” she asked rhetorically, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“What are you going to do?” you asked, as she stood up once again to make her way out, back to the deck.
“Nothing bad, just a quick reminder who is and isn’t allowed to drink your nectar.” She answered vaguely, giving you a coy smile, before leaving.  
You sat still for a moment questioning if she’d actually ever do something to harm Sanji. If she did someone would stop her right? Right? You tried to rationalize. You turned back to your book to check over any discrepancies and the flow of what you had already completed. While you were calm in your practice the possibility of a fight between Sanji and Robin ate at the back of your mind.
You loss track of time as you almost always did when working. You sat straight up from your hunched position as one of Robin’s arms caressed your side before cupping your breast. You let out a stuttered breath as the hand reached for the hem of your shirt. You moved to stand, the arm staying solitaire for a second before disappearing. You quickly sealed up the ink and rebound your book before you unlocked the cage and placed it in for safekeeping. You were surprised to find that the sun was setting. Have you really been in the study that long? You shook your head and stretched lightly before heading in the direction of the baths. You were delighted to find that Robin had not only set up a hot bath but also had some snacks and your favorite drink. She greeted you with a chaste kiss, before lightly grabbing your hand in hers and leading you over to the area where you rinse off before the bath. She made quick work of your clothing, an extra hand here and there, before undoing the knot keeping her robe together. You couldn’t help but gaze lovingly at her as her full form came into view.
She caught you by the bicep as you started to go down on your knees for her. Both of you love any time you spent between her thighs.
“Miss-” you began before she gently shushed you.
“It’s alright darling, I want tonight to be about you. You’ve been such a good girl lately and working overtime to represent the crew as they are past the surface level. Will you be kind enough to let me show you how much I appreciate you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you answered breathlessly,
“And your color?” she asked stroking your jaw, looking down at you lovingly.
“Green, Mistress,”
“And your safe word?” she inquired; despite the countless times you’ve been together.
“Marines,” you answered, beginning to get antsy.
“Good girl, now why don’t you take a seat and let me prepare you for all that you deserve.” She prompted you.
You dropped down to the short stool as Robin did next to you. Your face felt like it was on fire as she took her time washing and rinsing you from head to toe; occasionally sneaking a bite or two of the snacks she supplied. When she was done, she easily picked you up like a bride, extra arms sprouting from her body to better distribute your weight. She took a slow step into the hot water, before sitting down and taking you down with her. She gently positioned you between her long legs. Her real arm gently pressed down on your stomach so that you would fully recline against her. You couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as you laid back in your lover’s embrace.
“Thank you, Mistress,” you said turning your head to peck her on the lips. She caught your jaw as you pulled back to garner your focus.
“I would pace yourself, love, the night is still young, and I have plans for you.” She said a small coy smile spreading across her lips. She pulled you into a kiss again, this time more desperate. The hot water loosens your taught muscles from days of hard work. You gasped into the kiss Robin was dominating as you felt a set of hands gliding up and down the sides of your body. You full-on whined as the hands lightly cupped your chest, softly caressing them, before they began to work at your sensitive nipples. You pulled back and rested your forehead against hers. Your unabashed moans echoed through the room as another set of arms sprouted between your legs. The pair between your legs started by simply rubbing up and down your inner thigh, before stroking your slit, to finally breaching your lips. One hand eased into your opening while the other gave light touches and pets to your clit. You almost snapped your thighs closed out of habit; before you were able Robin hooked her legs around yours forcing you to open wide.
“Fuck, Mistress,” you moaned, hips humping forward to chase after her fingers before another hand held your hips down firmly. At this point, you had lost track of how many arms had sprouted around you. You threw your head back against her shoulder overwhelmed by the feeling of your love cocooning around you.
“Fuck, Mistress I’m gonna-I’m gonna” you panted having a hard time completing your thought.
“Go ahead darling, tonight you can cum as many times as you like.” She encouraged, speeding up her fingers filling your tight cunt. You came with a shout rather than a moan, thighs trembling against hers as your first orgasm of the night shot through you like a bullet. She continued fingering you through your orgasm to the point right before overstimulation. You fell slack against your lover, arms gone, now only surrounded by her real arms as they embraced you, gently rubbing up and down your back soothingly. You sat sideways so that you could rest your head against her chest; the steady rhythm of her beating heart bringing you back to reality.
“Ready for bed?” she asked, as the water cooled around you.
“Yes, Mistress,” you answered, face tucked into her neck. She let out a chuckle as she slowly removed you from her chest and eased you out of the bathtub. You sat, sipping on your favorite drink as your lover slid her forgotten robe back on. She had already lovingly patted you dry, spreading kisses around your body as she went.
“Ready love?” she asked going to pick you up again.
“M-mistress, I can walk.” You said, on the off-chance, Sanji did see you.
“Do you not want Mistress to carry you?” she prompted, bending down so you were eye to eye,
“Well, no, but what if San-” She cut you off before you could even finish his name.
“Darling that’s the last time I’d like you to say his name, at least for tonight,” she started in a serious tone, “Now may I carry you back to our room?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you answer with a nod. You placed the drink aside before she gathered you in her arms and made way back to your shared cabin. Your eyes widened as you took in the setup. On a table, she had cleared and set up next to your shared bed were now holding her strap-on, ropes, nipple clamps, and vibrators. Robin smirked down at your reaction. Along with the table, your bed had been moved so that the foot now faced the entrance to your cabin.
“New interior design?” you joked,
“Oh, it serves a purpose, don’t worry about it, love.” Robin brushed off, laying you down so that your head was facing the door.
“I’m going to bind you now is that okay, flower?” Robin asked, picking up the rope.
“Yes, Mistress,” you answer, breathlessly.
“Good girl,” Robin praised, pecking you on your lips before going to tie your limbs to each post of your shared bed. Once she was done she straddled you now holding a ridged vibrator. She pulled you into a deep loving kiss before dragging the vibrator up and down your sternum, before moving onto your nipples. You whined into the kiss, trying to lean into the stimulation, but not being able to quite reach in your restraints. You were too distracted by the kiss you didn’t realize how low she had dragged it until it buzzed against your clit, causing you to hump forward and struggle against your bindings.
“Mistress,” you whined, as she playfully ran it up and down your slit.
“Yes, darling?” she asked, amused.
“Please,” You begged looking up at her through your eyelashes. It was a dirty move; you knew how weak she was to your puppy dog eyes.
“Oh? Already desperate enough to pull that look,” She laughed, turning up the frequency, and placing it against your clit before pulling it back suddenly.
You whined in response.
“Hmm you have been a good girl lately,” she started, putting the vibrator back against your clit, “but you have been humoring that boy again,” she finished, pulling it away again.
You let out another whine, getting desperate.
“Please Mistress please,” you start wiggling against your restraints, “I’ll be a good girl, I promise, please let me cum.” You begged.
“Promise you won’t let him flirt with you again,” she said seriously
“I promise, I promise,” you answered hysterically, as she finally pushed it in. You let out a pornographic moan head snapping back, immediately cumming hard after the inadvertent edging. She left it in well past your initial orgasm as you trembled against the overstimulation. It didn’t help with the feeling overwhelmed when you suddenly felt two, boarding on painful, pinches to your nipples. You looked up at her with glassy eyes, silently begging for her to remove it. She pecked your forehead running her hand down your throat, past your clavicle, before she gave the clamps a light tug. You moaned desperately as she continued to trail her fingers down to your cunt. She located and removed the vibrator with ease, placing it to the side as she pulled back and rolled off the bed.
You moaned at the sight of the mess of slick she left on your lower abdomen.
“Color?” she asked as she grabbed and began to pull on the strap-on.
“Fuck, green, please Mistress I want you inside,” you begged, for your lover’s attention. You didn’t care how overstimulated you felt, there was nothing more satisfying to you than sharing an orgasm with your partner. You couldn’t look away as she crawled up the bed, nudging your knees apart before settling between your thighs.
“Well, I guess we don’t need any lube this time do we darling?” Robin points out smirking down at you as she collects your slick by rubbing the dildo up and down your seem.
“No, we don’t Mistress,” you agreed breathlessly, too tired to be able to handle any further discipline from not responding.
“Ready?” she asked hovering over your mouth, her jet-black hair forming a curtain around your face.
“Yes,” you nodded, helpless against her will.
“Yes?” she asked
“Yes, Mistr-eeess” you stumble as she thrusted in without warning.
“Fuck,” you shouted as the vibrator turned on, and her speed gained up. It quickly became too much to handle as you fell back writhing against the restraints. You couldn’t help, but keep your eyes shut as pleasure pulsed through you. You heard a faint thump behind you, before you got the chance to look Robin was forcefully kissing you as you fell apart on her member. Both of you called out each other’s names as you came. Robin slumped against you after turning off the vibrating feature. You pressed a kiss to her forehead allowing her all the time she needed to recover. After a moment she was up untying you and applied cooling gel to the rope burns on your wrist. There were only two spots of irritated skin. But for Robin it was two too many as she promptly threw out the ropes. She then wiped you down the best she could with baby wipes; no running water in your room. She pulled you into a sweet kiss, before joining you back in bed, cocooning around you.
“Robin?” you asked sleepily.
“Yes baby?” she replied,
“Did you hear something before we came, the last time?” you asked slowly forming your thoughts as you went.
“I can’t say I did baby,” she answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Kay” you responded, snuggling closer into her chest. You let out a content sigh as you allowed sleep to take you.
What you had heard but not seen was Sanji entering the women’s quarters at the time dictated to him on a note he presumed you left him. He stood shocked for a moment at your naked form struggling against your restraints as Robin mercilessly fucked you. He made brief eye contact with your lover’s smirking face, before promptly passing out from a nosebleed. As quietly and quickly as she could she formed arms to pull Sanji out of your room and back out to the hallway. Leaving you none the wiser.  
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A/N: This fic kinda got away from me lol. It ended up being so long cuz I added another layer on top of the initial request. Anyway, I hope you like it ^-^ stay tuned for Shanks x FTM! Reader tomorrow.
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mrsportgas · 1 month ago
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The Neightbor. Chapter 6
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.
TAG LIST: @buggsclownie @commanderfreethatdust @nocturnalrorobin @candy1277 @bluetokie @heartsytune
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"Come on, Y/N. You can do this," I told myself.
I opened my eyes and continued. My voice, though shaky at first, began to regain strength. Despite the uncertainty Shanks caused me, I focused on what truly mattered: my project. I pushed aside all doubts and carried on, each word firmer, each argument clearer. I could feel the eyes in the room return to me, and the audience refocused on what I was saying.
As I progressed, approving smiles began to appear among some of the investors. I knew I had captured their attention. My slides flowed smoothly, and my passion for the project came back to the forefront. By the end of the presentation, I even managed to get some of them to ask me questions, showing interest in technical details and future opportunities.
I finished with a smile, though my mind was still clouded by what had happened just minutes before. The applause snapped me out of my temporary daze, and I thanked them with a nod before leaving the stage.
As I walked backstage, I couldn't help but glance quickly at Shanks. He was still sitting in the VIP section, his eyes fixed on me. He gave me a slight smile, as if everything that had happened was part of his plan. My heart raced, still confused by his sudden appearance, but I was satisfied with how I had handled the situation.
I left the stage, and there was Nami, waiting for me with a bright smile.
"You were amazing!" she said, pulling me into a tight hug. "But seriously, what was that? Shanks? I had no idea he was coming to see you…"
"I don’t know," I responded, still trying to process everything. "Neither did I. But, Nami… he's sitting in the VIP section with the other investors. I have no idea what's going on."
"He never mentioned anything? That's odd…" Nami replied, still astonished. "Well, don’t let it intimidate you."
After Nami wrapped up her presentation brilliantly, despite all the confusion, we prepared for the next challenge: the social part. The investors began mingling, chatting among themselves, and the participants scattered around the room, some in groups, others waiting timidly for someone to approach them.
Beckman appeared by my side, a proud smile on his face, and gave me a light tap on the arm.
"Congratulations, Y/N. You did a great job out there. I knew you could pull it off," he said, his smile genuine.
"Thank you, Professor," I replied, still somewhat overwhelmed by everything happening around me.
Beckman leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.
"Now comes the most important part, Y/N. The cocktail reception. This is where you can start building real connections. Don’t rush to approach the investors. Wait for them to come to you, and when they do, make sure to get their business cards. This is your moment to stand out."
I nodded, taking a deep breath as I tried to focus on his words. I knew he was right. Events like these required strategy. But I couldn’t shake the growing anxiety, not just about the investors, but about the imposing presence of Shanks, still lingering in my thoughts.
As we entered the adjoining room, the atmosphere completely shifted. The lights were softer, the vibe more relaxed, but there was still an air of formality. Trays of champagne floated through the attendees, while waiters offered delicate hors d'oeuvres. Beckman left me alone, knowing I needed to handle myself, and I took a moment to scan the room.
My eyes couldn’t help but search for Shanks among the crowd. And there he was, with his signature nonchalance, laughing and greeting people. His movements were smooth, as if he knew everyone for ages, and the investors seemed to listen to him with respect and curiosity. Yet, in between conversations, I felt his eyes on me. He watched me with an intensity that disarmed me, licking his lips provocatively, not caring if anyone else saw.
My breath hitched for a moment, and I felt a slight heat rising up my neck. What was he doing? Why was he acting like that in such a public setting? I tried to look away, but I couldn’t ignore the effect he had on me. As my mind wandered between confusion and attraction, something snapped me out of my trance.
"Y/N?" A deep voice gently interrupted me.
I turned and found myself face-to-face with a tall man, his gaze intense and his presence commanding. I didn’t have to think long to recognize him: it was Mihawk, one of the most prominent and respected CEOs in the business world. His reputation preceded him, and the fact that he was here, speaking to me, made me even more nervous.
"Hello, Mr. Mihawk," I responded with a polite smile, though my heart was still racing from what had just happened with Shanks.
Mihawk tilted his head slightly, as if acknowledging my nervousness but ignoring it out of courtesy.
"I heard about your project during the presentation," he said, his voice soft yet firm. "It’s interesting, especially the way you plan to integrate ecological solutions into such a competitive sector. There’s potential in that."
I felt a small surge of pride. If Mihawk was interested, it meant I had done something right.
"Thank you very much, sir. It’s something I’ve been working on for quite some time, and I believe it could make a difference," I replied, trying to keep my composure.
Mihawk nodded approvingly and, with a gesture, signaled a waiter to bring us some champagne.
"Allow me to offer you a drink," he said, taking a glass and handing me another. "Sometimes the best conversations happen over a bit of champagne."
I accepted the glass, and we both sat down at one of the small high tables in the back of the room.
I could feel Shanks’ gaze on me as Mihawk asked me questions, and though I tried to focus on the conversation, there was something unsettling about the way Shanks was watching us from across the room. Mihawk continued asking about my project, wanting to know more about the technical details and my implementation plan. While I was flattered by his interest, I couldn’t help but feel the growing tension in the air.
"So, Y/N, how do you plan to manage the initial funding for the pilot phase?" Mihawk asked, bringing the champagne to his lips, his evaluative gaze fixed on me.
I opened my mouth to answer, but at that exact moment, Shanks appeared out of nowhere.
"Well, well!" he exclaimed in his carefree tone, a lopsided smile on his face. "Looks like the lady has two big shots interested, huh?"
Mihawk raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting toward Shanks with a mix of surprise and distaste. He didn’t seem too impressed by the interruption.
"I didn’t know you were in the business of asking questions, Shanks," Mihawk responded, his tone calm but sharp. "This is a serious conversation, not one of your games."
Shanks let out a low chuckle, his eyes sparkling as he shot me a quick glance, his mischievous grin playing on his lips. He turned to Mihawk, maintaining that almost arrogant attitude.
"Oh, don’t worry, Mihawk. I can be pretty serious when I need to be," Shanks said, locking eyes with me for a brief second before returning his attention to the CEO. "After all, I’ve invested in some of the most successful companies of the past decade. I just came over to congratulate her on such an impressive presentation. Or does it bother you that someone else wants to join this conversation?"
I could feel the tension between them. The way Shanks acted, playful on the surface, but each word loaded with double meaning, trying to get under Mihawk’s skin. Meanwhile, Mihawk kept his composure, though his gaze had hardened. He turned back to me, ignoring Shanks for the moment.
"As I was saying, Y/N, I believe your approach is solid. I’m considering a collaboration if you’re interested, of course. Though you’ll need to surround yourself with serious people to move this forward," Mihawk said, throwing a quick, meaningful glance in Shanks’ direction.
Shanks didn’t miss a beat, flashing one of his most charming smiles. He leaned in a little closer, casually placing his hand on the back of my chair as if he was already part of the conversation.
"Serious people, sure…" he murmured, leaning slightly toward me, his voice low and flirtatious. "But tell me, Y/N, have you considered that maybe what your project needs isn’t just money, but vision? A different, innovative vision… like mine, of course."
Mihawk let out a slight sigh, clearly irritated by Shanks’ interruption, but he kept his composure as always.
"It doesn't surprise me that you try to disguise your games with fancy words, Shanks," Mihawk said coldly. "However, Y/N, what you really need are results, not empty promises. In fact, my boss is already quite interested in funding your project… whatever it takes," Mihawk continued, smoothly pulling out a business card and extending it to me. "You can call me when you're ready to have a serious conversation. At our company, we make sure our partners get the support they deserve."
I took the card, feeling the weight of his offer. Mihawk’s boss was a well-known name in the industry, a magnate with immense power, and having her backing would be a huge leap for my project. But before I could even process the offer, Shanks let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Interesting, Mihawk. Always formal and professional," Shanks commented as he leaned back casually in his chair, glancing at me sideways. "But what you didn’t mention is that my company is also very interested in what Y/N has to offer. Red Horizon isn’t exactly small, is it?" he added, with that mischievous smile that both disarmed and confused me. "Maybe we should let her decide… Or better yet, may the best man win."
Mihawk looked at him calmly, unfazed by Shanks' provocations. It was as if they were waging a silent battle, not just for the investment but for something more. The air between them was charged with competitive tension.
"The best man?" Mihawk repeated with an almost amused tone. "If you really believe you can offer more, Shanks, then by all means, let the best man win. Though I doubt your expertise lies in offering long-term stability. That’s what we do best."
Shanks raised an eyebrow, his grin widening.
"Oh, Mihawk, don’t underestimate what I can offer. Not everything is as rigid as you think. Sometimes, what a project really needs is a bit of… flexibility," he said with a cheeky wink in my direction, leaning in just enough for only me to notice.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Both men, two titans of their respective worlds, were literally competing in front of me to invest in my project. Their subtle jabs, laden with tension and provocation, made my head spin. But I knew this was more than just business. There was something personal between them, and I was caught right in the middle.
Mihawk didn’t blink, his gaze as steady as ever.
"Flexibility is only useful when it doesn't compromise success," Mihawk responded sharply but calmly. "What Y/N needs is someone willing to invest for the long haul, someone who sees the future, not just the present. It’s not about who can impress the most, but who can make her project grow solidly and steadily."
Shanks chuckled softly, completely unfazed.
"Sure, sure. Stability. Very well, Mihawk, stick with what you know. But remember this… sometimes, for a project to grow and flourish, it needs more than just stability. It needs risk, and no one understands risk better than I do." His tone grew low, soft, but full of challenge. "So, Mihawk, may the best man win."
I felt the weight of his words, and as both men looked at me, waiting for my response, I realized my decision wasn’t going to be easy. There was a lot at stake—not just my project but also the dynamic between the two of them, a rivalry that seemed to have begun long before tonight.
"I’ll think about it," I said, trying to stay calm and keep my voice steady, though inside, I was in complete turmoil. "Thank you, Mr. Mihawk."
Shanks smiled widely, as if he had expected that response.
"Of course you will, darling. Take your time," he said, his gaze sparkling once more before giving Mihawk one last challenging look.
Mihawk, as always, remained unfazed.
"When you're ready, we’ll gladly take your call. Enjoy your evening," he said firmly, casting a final glance at Shanks before standing up and disappearing into the crowd of investors.
Mihawk walked away with his usual elegant and composed demeanor, leaving me alone with Shanks, whose face was still lit up with that confident smile. I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone so easily. As if reading my thoughts, he leaned closer to me, much more intimately than I expected, gently taking my hand in his.
"Congratulations, Y/N," he murmured softly, his voice warm, almost as if he were trying to soothe me. "You did an incredible job out there. I knew you had potential from day one."
I felt a slight tremble in my hand, and the warmth of his touch started to spread up my arm. But something inside me wasn’t right. The anger I had tried to suppress since seeing him in the VIP room began to bubble up inside me, threatening to explode. I pulled my hand away abruptly, feeling the fury rise within me.
"From day one?" I repeated, my voice full of disbelief as I looked directly into his eyes. "You mean to tell me you knew about this project from the beginning? The competition, the investors? Has all of this just been a game to you?"
Shanks blinked, surprised by my reaction, but that arrogant smile never fully disappeared. He maintained his composure, though I could see in his eyes that he hadn’t expected me to confront him like this.
"Y/N, calm down…" he began, his tone soothing, but that only made me angrier.
"Calm down?" I interrupted, stepping toward him, feeling the fury burn in my throat. "I can't believe this whole time you've just been playing games! What was this? Did you approach me just to make sure I chose your company? Has everything that’s happened between us just been a strategy to get what you wanted?"
Shanks let out a low sigh, his expression losing some of its usual carefree charm. He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to find the right words.
"It’s not that simple, Y/N. It’s not just about the project…" he began, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook so easily.
"Oh, really?" I asked sarcastically, crossing my arms. "Then why didn’t you tell me the truth from the start? Why pretend all this time? You can’t just show up out of nowhere, seduce me, make me feel things… all to secure your spot as an investor."
He stepped closer but didn’t try to touch me this time. His eyes, for the first time, seemed to lose that arrogant glint. There was something else in his expression—a mix of frustration and regret—but I wasn’t about to let myself be fooled again.
"Listen, Y/N," he said, his voice softer but firm. "Yes, I knew about the project—of course I did. Did you ever stop to read the card I gave you?"
Damn. The truth was, I hadn’t paid much attention to that card. I had just skimmed it to find his number.
Shanks reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a new card. There it was—the CEO of Red Horizon.
I froze. The confusion mingled with my anger, and I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore.
"This complicates everything," I said, my voice trembling a little.
Just as Shanks was about to speak, a familiar figure approached from the back of the room.
"Shanks!" Beckman exclaimed, a relaxed smile on his face, as if they were old friends. He walked up to us and gave Shanks a light tap on the arm, to which Shanks responded with an equally carefree smile.
"Beckman, old friend," Shanks replied, as if the tension from moments before had never existed.
"You know, always looking out for new talent," Beckman answered, his gaze briefly shifting toward me before returning to Shanks. "But I don’t want to interrupt. I just came to steal Y/N for a moment."
Before I could say anything, Beckman looked directly at me, his smile polite but with a glint in his eyes that made it clear he wouldn’t take "no" for an answer.
"If you’ll excuse me, Shanks," Beckman said, his tone polite but firm, "I need to talk to Y/N for a moment. You know, important matters."
Shanks nodded, but not without throwing me an intense look before stepping back slightly.
"Don’t worry, Beckman. I’ll be around; we’ll talk later," Shanks said in a casual tone.
As Beckman guided me out of Shanks’ reach, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and confusion. What did Beckman want to tell me?
We moved far enough away to be out of earshot and prying eyes, in a quieter corner of the room. Beckman turned to me, his expression much more serious than usual.
"Alright, Y/N," he started, cutting straight to the point. "Any investors catching your eye?"
I felt my heart race. I wasn’t prepared for that question, not after everything that had just happened with Shanks.
"Well… I haven’t made a decision yet," I replied, trying to sound casual, though I knew Beckman wasn’t easy to fool.
Beckman gave me that scrutinizing look that always made me nervous. I knew he wasn’t going to let me dodge the question.
"Look, Y/N, I’m telling you this as someone who wants the best for you," he said, lowering his voice a little. "Be careful with Shanks. He’s not just another investor, and definitely not someone you should take lightly."
I tried to keep my expression neutral, but my heart was beating faster. Beckman knew something.
"Why do you say that?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
Beckman looked at me in a way that made it clear I wasn’t fooling him.
"I know more than you think, Y/N. Yesterday, I saw you get into Shanks’ car. Was that also part of your investor evaluation?" he said, his tone serious but with a slight hint of sarcasm.
A chill ran down my spine at his words. Had he seen me? My mind began to replay the events of the previous day.
"Beckman… I…" I quickly replied, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "He just offered me a ride home. He’s my neighbor, nothing more."
Beckman narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced.
"I know I’m not your father, Y/N, but you’ve worked too hard to get where you are. Shanks doesn’t do anything without a reason. And I can assure you, he’s not here just to congratulate you on your talent."
The seriousness in his tone made a knot form in my stomach. Beckman had always been a mentor to me, someone I trusted, and if he was warning me about Shanks, there had to be something more I didn’t know.
"I’m just asking you to be careful, Y/N. If you’re going to choose someone, make sure it’s because you trust them as an investor, not because they’ve made you feel something else. This is your career, your future," Beckman said, his voice softer now, but with unwavering firmness.
I nodded slowly, though my mind was still in turmoil. There were so many questions swirling in my head, and as I stood there with Beckman, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Shanks had said earlier. Was what we had really more than just business? Or… was he using his charm to make sure I picked him?
"Thank you," I finally said, though I still felt trapped in a whirlwind of emotions.
"Come over for lunch on Sunday. I want to introduce you to my wife," Beckman replied, giving me a light pat on the shoulder. "I’ll send you all the details by message."
"Alright, professor, I’ll be there," I replied, still feeling dizzy from everything that had happened.
The air inside the room felt stifling. All the noise, the conversations, the laughter… it was too much to process. My mind was overwhelmed by the events of the night—the tension between Mihawk and Shanks, Beckman’s warnings, and now, the weight of my own confusion. I needed air. Without thinking twice, I headed for the exit, seeking the relief of the quiet outside.
I reached the parking lot, the cool air hitting my face, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm inside me. I leaned against one of the cars, closing my eyes and trying to take deep breaths. Everything I had built—my project, my career—seemed on the verge of collapsing over something I didn’t fully understand. Why was Shanks playing with my emotions? Had it all been a strategy from the start?
Just as I began to feel a bit of relief, I heard footsteps behind me. I knew who it was before I even turned around.
"Don’t you think it’s enough for one night?" I said, without looking at him, my voice filled with frustration.
Shanks didn’t respond immediately. I could feel his presence getting closer, but I didn’t move.
"Pretty, I…," his voice was soft, with no trace of his usual confidence. "I just want to talk."
I turned sharply to face him, my heart racing from a mix of anger and discomfort.
"Talk? Talk about what, Shanks?" I exclaimed, unable to hold back. "About how you've played with me? How you've hidden everything from me? From the very first day, you knew you'd be here, with Mihawk, competing for my project! You made me believe you were interested in me, in what I was building, but it’s all been a strategy to make sure I choose you!"
"It’s not like that, Y/N. I’m not using you. What I feel for you has nothing to do with the project, and you know it," he said, stepping closer, but I took a step back, still too overwhelmed to think clearly.
"Then explain it to me!" I shouted, feeling tears threatening to spill. "You knew from the start and said nothing. I don’t know what to trust anymore, not in you or in any of this."
Shanks took another step closer, his expression softening as he tried to calm me.
"Listen, Y/N," he said tenderly. "Tomorrow, we can talk about everything, clear up any doubts you have. I just ask that you trust me for one night. There's nothing I want more than to do this right with you."
His tone was different this time—vulnerable. Something in his gaze unsettled me. Shanks, always so confident and bold, now seemed to be showing me a side of himself that he rarely let anyone see. I stood still, trying to process what he was saying, but the confusion and anger still bubbled inside me.
"I can’t trust you, Shanks. Not after all of this," I whispered, feeling the pressure in my chest intensify.
But he didn’t stop. He took another step, and this time, I didn’t move away. Instead of saying anything more, Shanks just pulled me into a hug. I felt his arms wrap around me with a warmth and tenderness I hadn’t expected. I wanted to resist, to push him away, but my body was already responding differently. Slowly, my breathing calmed, though my mind was still a storm of doubt.
"Just relax, I only want you to feel okay," he murmured against my hair. "I’m sorry if I’ve made you doubt."
His embrace was firm but gentle, and though my mind told me I should pull away, my body remained still in his arms, seeking a reprieve from the confusion. Shanks gently pulled me away from him, his hands resting on my shoulders, looking into my eyes with an intensity that sent a shiver through me. With a soft movement, he brought one hand to my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"Enjoy the night," he whispered, his voice soft but laden with intent. "Tomorrow, we’ll talk about whatever you want. You’re not just a game, and our relationship isn’t about work, and you know that."
My lips parted to say something, but Shanks didn’t give me time. He leaned in and kissed me, slowly, as if he was trying to redeem himself with every movement. It was a tender kiss. I felt the warmth rise in my body, and though my mind was still screaming that I shouldn’t give in, my lips responded instinctively, returning the kiss with a mix of need and confusion.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, and in that moment, I didn’t know what to think. My heart was pounding, not just from the attraction I’d always felt for him, but from everything that kiss represented.
"We’ll talk about everything, I promise," he whispered. "But tonight, just trust me."
Everything was spinning around me, but I had to push my emotions aside for tonight—I couldn’t let this opportunity and everything I’d worked for go to waste.
"Okay, I need to focus on tonight. Let’s go back to the hall," I said, still unsure of how to handle everything that was happening.
Shanks and I returned to the cocktail party, though the intensity of the moment still pulsed in my chest. I tried to recompose myself emotionally, but the kiss we’d shared and his words still had me unsettled. I tried to maintain my composure as the murmur of the event filled the air, with the soft lights and the hum of conversations around us.
As soon as we were back, several investors approached, congratulating me or asking more technical questions about my project. I felt the weight of their attention on me, forcing me to focus on my answers, though Shanks’ presence lingered in the back of my mind. I dove into the conversations, explaining the details of the project, the plans for implementation, and the challenges we had already anticipated.
"Impressive, really," commented one of the investors, nodding with an approving smile.
But as I spoke, my eyes drifted distractedly across the room, as if something inside me was instinctively searching for Shanks. And there he was. I saw him in a corner, talking to one of the businesswomen. They were chatting animatedly, but what really caught my attention was the way he was looking at her. That same flirty smile and spark in his eyes that I knew all too well, the same one that had started everything between us. The businesswoman laughed, clearly flattered by his attention, leaning in a little closer to him.
I felt something twist inside me. A knot of annoyance and jealousy that I hadn’t expected. It was as if, after everything we’d just been through, everything he had just told me, Shanks was still playing his games, unchanged. My mind began to race, fueled by the mix of emotions I had been holding back all night.
One of the investors asked me another question, but I barely registered it. I nodded vaguely, trying to stay engaged, but my mind was divided.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe he was just being polite with the businesswoman… but the way she smiled, the way he looked at her, reminded me exactly of how things had started between us. That bold flirtation, that effortless charm that seemed to enchant everyone.
As the investors continued to talk, my gaze kept drifting back to them, noticing how they leaned in closer to each other, their soft laughter barely audible from where I stood, but enough to irritate me even more.
"Excuse me. Just a moment," I said quickly, forcing a smile before walking toward a quieter area.
I leaned against one of the nearby columns, trying to calm the frustration and disappointment building inside me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. After everything Shanks had told me, how could he act like this so blatantly? And worse, why did I care so much?
I glanced back at them once more, noticing how she lightly touched his arm as they spoke. Shanks didn’t do anything to stop her, and that only made my jealousy intensify.
I felt betrayed, confused, and worst of all, furious with myself for letting something so insignificant affect me so much. With one last quick look at them, I headed to the bathroom, trying to ignore the thoughts swirling in my head. I passed by the elegant gold-framed mirrors that adorned the event’s hallway, my mind still entangled in the scene I had left behind.
When I entered the bathroom, I took a second in front of the mirror, letting out a long sigh as I looked at myself. Why is this affecting me so much? I thought. Why, after everything that had happened tonight, did I still care what Shanks was doing with someone else?
While I was lost in thought, the bathroom door opened, and to my surprise, the businesswoman who had been talking to Shanks walked in. She wore an elegant dress, her hair perfectly styled, and her face reflected a confidence that unsettled me. Our eyes met in the mirror, and for a second, a spark of recognition flickered in her eyes.
"Oh, it’s you," she said, her voice soft but with a clear note of smugness as she approached the vanity, fixing a strand of her hair in the mirror. "I saw you talking with Shanks earlier. I didn’t know you knew him."
I just nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation, but clearly, she wasn’t done.
"He’s really handsome, isn’t he?" she added, her tone more pointed as she applied a bit of lipstick. Her eyes drifted toward me, a somewhat malicious smile on her face. "He’s the kind of man who draws all the attention in the room. Although… it seems he’s quite interested in me tonight."
My heart sank. The way she spoke was irritating, as if she was trying to brag about something I hadn’t asked to know. The way she said it, the clear intention of making me feel insecure… it was enough to make my blood boil. But I kept my cool. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing my discomfort.
"Really?" I responded indifferently, crossing my arms. "Well, Shanks seems like the type of man who doesn’t stay in one place for long."
She glanced at me sideways, her smile didn’t fade, but her eyes narrowed slightly. She was realizing that I wasn’t going to fall for her little game easily.
"Well, darling, don’t get your hopes up too high," she said sweetly, taking a step toward me. "Men like him are always looking for someone at their level," she said while crossing her arms and sizing me up. "You know? I’ve seen you with Shanks. Interesting, really."
Her tone was venomous, and though I knew she was just trying to make me feel insecure, I couldn’t help but feel a small pang of anger. However, I tried to remain calm.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," I replied, my voice firmer than I felt.
"Oh, please," she laughed, stepping closer to me. "I know exactly what I’m talking about. Shanks is charming, isn’t he? That carefree attitude, the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room. Believe me, I know him too well. But here’s a tip, dear: don’t get your hopes up. He’s a businessman, and he always has a plan. If you think you’re special, I’m sorry, but you’re not."
Her words hit me hard, but just as I was about to respond, the bathroom door swung open, and Nami walked in, with a determined expression on her face.
"Y/N! There you are, I’ve been looking for you," she exclaimed, walking toward me while completely ignoring the businesswoman. She stood beside me with a calm smile, but clearly protective. "Is everything okay here?"
The woman straightened up, casting a quick glance between Nami and me. It was obvious she hadn’t expected someone like Nami to step into the equation.
"Everything’s perfect," she responded with a sharp smile, though her tone didn’t match her words. "We were just having a little chat."
Nami smiled sweetly, though the tension in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Great," she replied, her tone casual but with an undertone only someone as shrewd as Nami could deliver. "Although it seems like it’s over now, right, Y/N?"
The businesswoman hesitated for a moment but quickly composed herself, with a malicious glint in her eyes.
"Of course. See you in the hall," she said with a superficial smile, turning to leave the bathroom without another word.
When she left, I felt the air return to my lungs. The tension I had been holding in my shoulders began to dissipate, though I was still a bit shaken.
Of course! Here's the translation back into English:
"Nami…" I whispered as we left the bathroom, my voice trembling slightly. "I really need to get out of here. Go home… I can't take this anymore."
Nami looked at me with compassion, and without hesitation, she put a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down.
"Take it easy," she said softly, "let's go home, it's for the best. You've done enough tonight."
I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. I didn’t want to stay at that party any longer, with this whirlwind of emotions. The atmosphere had become unbearable, and the idea of seeing Shanks flirting with others after everything that had happened was more than I could handle. We walked together toward the exit, passing groups of investors who were still chatting animatedly.
As we said goodbye to our directors and a few investors, I felt eyes on my back. I turned around, and just as I expected, there was Shanks, watching me with that look that always managed to unsettle me. I didn’t say anything; we just exchanged a brief glance before I quickly looked away, focusing on getting out of there.
Nami and I finally got to the car and climbed in, grateful to leave the noise of the party behind. The ride was quiet, but comforting. Nami knew when to talk and when not to, and at that moment, I appreciated her giving me the space I needed to process everything that had happened.
When we arrived at my apartment, I was just unlocking the door when I heard the unmistakable sound of a car approaching quickly. I paused, glancing around, and then I saw it: Shanks' car pulling up swiftly beside us. My heart skipped a beat.
"Oh God," I murmured, more to myself than to Nami.
Before I could react, Shanks had already gotten out of the car and was walking toward me quickly. He looked determined, and his eyes were locked on me. Nami, always protective, stepped forward, positioning herself between him and me.
"What do you think you're doing, Shanks?" Nami said, her tone firm and full of authority. "Leave her alone."
"I don't want any trouble," Shanks responded, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "I just need to talk to her, for a moment. Please, Nami."
The tension was thick in the air, and although I didn’t want to talk to him at that moment, something about his persistence, the way he was looking at me, made me hesitate. Nami glanced at me, waiting for me to make a decision.
"It's okay, Nami," I sighed eventually.
Nami frowned, clearly not convinced, but slowly nodded.
"If you need anything, just call me. I’ll be inside," she said before heading toward the door. "This is your last chance, Shanks."
The silence between Shanks and me was heavy for a moment. I crossed my arms, unsure of what to say. He took a step closer to me, his expression softer than it had been all night.
"Thank you for listening, Y/N," he began, his tone calm. "I know you're upset, and you have every right to be. What happened today was… confusing. Can we see each other tomorrow? Come over for dinner, I want to do something special for you."
"Shanks, I don’t know if that’s a good idea…" I started, trying to remain firm.
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Happy Birthday! 😊
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Thank you @nocturnalrorobin!!!!! Would you like some 🎂? Please, take a 🍰! But not coffee for you 😂
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jintaka-hane · 1 month ago
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Hey @lostfirefly, thanks for the tag!!!
Hmm, my favourite fics...
I think I’ve improved a bit over time. I’ve picked up some new vocabulary, speed, rhythm… and learned a lot from you guys, so the more recent ones I’ve written are probably the "best" ones I have.
But that being said, if I consider other things like the love I put into them or the circumstances I was in while writing… the order might change ;)
Two Days (Beckman x f!reader)
You and the first mate of the Red Force have been navigating a long-distance relationship for a while. Now that he's docking at your port, you’ve got two precious days to reunite and reminisce about the day you first met — a dreadful evening when nothing went as planned. Why I like it? It was my first relatively long fic. I spent days and days editing, and I fell in love with Beckman deeply while writing it. I was so nervous when I published it, thinking it would have a ton of mistakes, and it probably does, but I wrote it with so much love… Plus, it’s written from the separated perspectives of the two protagonists, who relive the same scene differently. I still fantasize about writing what happens after the tavern fight. I’ve got the idea in my head, but life always gets in the way of my plans!
Run, baby (don't) run (Cabaji x gn!reader) NSFW
Your former crew lost in the Davy Back Fight and you are the tribute to pay. As you step aboard Captain Buggy's ship, your mind begins to conjure ideas for escape, but there's someone who will make your stay not so unpleasant. Why I like it? I still don’t quite understand what happened to me with Cabaji... I didn’t really notice him in the series. But then I found that fic on Tumblr, and my mind went wild. It took me a month to write, finding time at night to edit and finish it. It was my first smut, where I wanted to explore love after a sex, and not the other way around.
A Visit to the Infirmary (Hongo x f!reader)
You've fallen in love with the doctor aboard the Red Force. In complete denial of your feelings, you think it’s best to avoid him for a while until the feeling passes. But a terrible pain in your back will force you to pay him a visit. Why I like it? Oh, I had so much fun writing this for a friend… And exploring a new character was something I really enjoyed. It was supposed to be much shorter, but the characters decided to take over, and I had to go along with it.
Sleepless (Kid x reader)
Kid can't sleep without you. He tries, but... simply can't xD. Why I like it? This one’s really short, but I wrote it when I couldn’t sleep, and it helped comfort me. In real life, I’m Kid, and my partner would be the reader XD
The Eagle and the Hummingbird (Kid x reader)
Kid likes you. And he's been wanting to give you a gift for a while now. The problem is, for all his mechanical know-how, he's got zero emotional intelligence. Why I like it? I wrote it during the summer while I was on vacation, so it reminds me of my family and the beach. I couldn’t stop thinking about how complicated this burly captain’s personality is while taking walks along the shore.
No pressure: @pandora-writes-one-piece @i-am-vita @takamimami @loganwritesprobably @nocturnalrorobin
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Oh! I like that!
"Just a second, we're not broken...". Buggy and Catherine's biggest fight.
"Desire, I'm hungry...". Buggy and Cathie's first sex after Ch. 10 of the original Egyptian series :)
3. "In my midnight confession..". Cathie's backstory in the format of fairy tale (Ch. 2 is in progress)
4. "Thank you, driver..." Without a doubt the funniest creation of my sick mind. About Hanse the bull and Buggy - the bus driver.
5. "But what am I gonna say...". NSFW story.
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quinloki · 17 days ago
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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.
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punks-never-die205 · 15 days ago
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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.
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shaanks · 1 month ago
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It was your birthday? Belated Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉! I hope Shanks celebrated your day with you. 😊
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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!!
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nethhiri · 4 months ago
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Wait that’s so cute 😚 @nocturnalrorobin
I wanna try
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😳😳😳
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fanaticsnail · 6 days ago
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Hi Snail!
Happy Birthday!!!! I hope you enjoy your day. Have lots of cake. 🎂
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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.
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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.
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nocturnalrorobin · 4 days ago
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Robin's Kinky Little Helper Event
It's simple: Christmas is all about sharing and giving.
1. You do NOT have to give to get
2. Please read everything.
The Event:
1. Request a story from me for one of your followers ( see the end of the post for format!) *
2. You can also ask for yourself
3. If you want to gift me a fic, I will write you one in return. 💝
4. Reblog this post to be entered into a Raffle!
* I will tag both you and the recipient of the gift when the fic is done.
The Raffle Prize!
1,000 words of anything you want (within reason) one-shot! It has to be One Piece related and if OC's will be involved I need proper descriptions.
Xmas Bash Requests! 💝
Let's get to the good stuff!
Important: If you request a fic forsomeone, I need their name e.g. @/nocturnalrorobin, so I know who it's for.
**** Anon requests will be SFW only ****
-Give me some reader vibes (height, gender)
- only one piece blurbo or blurbos
-pick something from each of the lists below and submit your ask (if you missed something I will DM you, if its on anon its author's choice)
Pick 1 Vibe:
SFW
SFW fluff
SFW yandere blorbo
NSFW consensual
NSFW dubcon
NSFW yandere
NSFW noncon
Writers choice
Pick 1 AU:
Canon
A/B/O AU
Fantasy AU
Monster AU
Soulmate AU
Modern AU
Mafia AU
Mythical Creatures AU
Vampire AU
Modern AU
BDSM AU
Forced Marriage AU
Office AU
Writer's choice
Pick 1 Prompt:
Angst (bad end!)
Aphrodisiac (sex pollen etc.)
Bath, Shower or hotspring
Body writing
Caught in the act
Contractually obligated
Creature x Human
Date
Dungeon
Experienced with virgin
Forced proximity
Bondage
Fuck or die
Lazy morning sex
Established Relationship
Size Difference
Sir, Daddy, Mistress (please tell me which one)
Pliant when horny
Outside
Primal play
Sugar Daddy/ Mommy
Writers choice
Requests will be accepted until December 1, 2024. 🤗 I will post the fics all throughout December! 🎁
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