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𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐀 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨: Asking Robin if she likes the pink petals appearing when using her devil fruit (Stupid I know)

Warning ⚠️: Gay panic

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Sunlight burned the surface of Arabasta.

Chatter of home life filled the streets of Arabasta. The sun and sky sang in harmony above. Waves pulse just under the surface hitting the bottom of the cliffs in slow but powerful strides, the clear blue sky and ocean merged looking like one.

“𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?”

Two figures came into frame, the biggest cliff on the island stood tall and proud facing the vast ocean with no fear. A single thick oak tree sat at the top, shadowing the lime grass cooling it. The figures sat on top of the cliff, tree shadowing over them like protection of the sun as well.

“ 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 “ Y/n, the shorter of the two, asked their dark haired companion.

A old coffee stain poster paper flashed on the screen looking old but intimidating, face frozen in time on the poster.

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐘/𝐧 𝐋/𝐧

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, $𝟒𝟑,𝟎𝟎𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

The smell of ocean salt mixed with Robin’s new crisp book about archaeological texts bubbled around them in a reality they made togther.

“What about it dear?”

Robin didn’t even look up from the book, face buried in the pages. Her white cowboy hat and floor-length coat neatly placed on the grass like art work beside her. Her voice reflected herself, powerful, mysterious, and calm.

Another old coffee stain poster with rough edges flew on the scene fast. Her face like stuck in time on the front page.

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, $𝟕𝟗,𝟎𝟎𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

“ 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 “ Y/n asked looking at Robin then the grandline’s deep mysterious waters behind. The light bounced off Robin’s black hair shining like an oil spill. Her makeup ever so perfect on her fair skin. She was silent. Y/n knows well when Robin is thinking of her next words carefully.

“ I don’t hate it if that’s the question. “

Closed her book careful to not to rip it, Mr. Zero would hate if is she ripped his things.

“ It’s…interesting. When raw power show itself, beauty takes its place where it’s not supposed to be found. “

Her words poised the air with elegance and knowledge while there bubble still remained of peace.

“ I never liked it at first. ” Y/n looked at her trying to get a feel of her feelings. Like always, her vulnerability was covered to be untraceable.

“ Confused why when I would hurt, kill, and steal from others, there was a flower tail following behind. It looked foolish to use and see. “

Her gaze locked on a boat passing by below, looking like an ant compared to were they were

“ 𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾? “

Robin looked at Y/n, eyes finally meeting. A emotion finally merged in her eyes, understanding.

“ It’s Balance “ silence fell between the two

“ Darkness can’t be dark if there’s no light. Just like how no light can’t be bright without the dark. So yes I do like them in a since “

Y/n smirked, Robin always had to have a way with words. They nudged Robin arm slightly making her sway slightly

“ 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖬𝗌. 𝖯𝗈𝖾𝗍. 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅. 𝖸ou 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖽. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝖬𝗋. Zero 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 the same way. “

First time for hours since both the pirates snuck out to this bubble, Robin smiled not in intelligence, but soft, curling her deep dimples that popped out more

“ Then perhaps they should try harder to understand “ Robin replied, a small smirk tugging at her lips. Playfulness seeping into the words.

“ 𝖡𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗁？𝖦𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄”

Y/n got up and holding out their hand. A soft breeze caused the leaves to ruffle softly and waves became more audible to hear.

“ 𝖦𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎” Robin looked at Y/n hand hesitant at first, eyes darting to Y/n’s hand to their eyes. Another silence filled the bubble they lived in, not with peace, with love.

She got up. Her coat and hat back on yet hands still intertwined, lingering.

“Then let it feel wrong—at least we got something right.”

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(𝐀/𝐍: Thank you my little warriors for reading this. I took it in my hands because no one‘s writing about this beautiful woman! Like always I write random stuff. Hold on to your hats, More to come! I’m in the game again. Have a beautiful morning, afternoon, or night 💘.

you ask in a sweet, soft tone when you eventually notice me staring at you from the very moment i entered the bedroom.

i watch the way your supple lips immediately turn into a smile upon realising i’m in the doorway. my heart thumps harder in my chest when i watch your eyes light up as you pull them away from a book.

it is extremely hard not to observe you in silence as you are lying on your tummy, engrossed in your read, wearing my t-shirt and your regular underwear.  

a sight that might seem like nothing special to some, but to me it was everything i’ve ever wanted.

“nothing, why?”

i reply in a casual, calm tone as i stay in place, my eyes tracking your every movement as your long fingers are about to put a pink and purple bookmark in between the white pages. and that sets me off.

“don’t stop. keep reading, bunny.”

i say with confidence, raising my eyebrow at you, and you slowly put a bookmark back on the nightstand with a confused look on your pretty face. you turn the page and clear your throat before you continue reading.

i listen to your soft, melodic voice for a few seconds with my arms crossed over my chest before i decide to step closer to the bed, circling it around to sit down right where  your ankles were crossed on top of pale sheets.

i bite the inside of my cheek, smiling under my breath when your voice trembles the moment my hand slides up the back of your leg towards the back of your knee.

“don’t stop, love. focus those big eyes on the words in front of you.”

i only remind you gently, unable to hold the corners of my mouth in place while i sit closer and let the tips of my fingers slowly ride up your thigh.  

your skin is so delicate, so soft and warm to touch, and i can’t help but revel in it completely. i don’t want to pull my hand away, ever.

“you’re teasing, baby..”

you whine playfully, looking over your shoulder with your eyebrows raised as i keep running my fingers up and down the back of your thigh, keeping my eyes there, watching you get goosebumps.

i notice the way you squirm ever so slightly every time my hand reaches your butt before sliding down again, and you uncross your ankles, shifting on the sheets to slightly spread your thighs which makes the t-shirt ride up a tiny bit.

“oh, i’m teasing?”

i murmur with a small smile, looking up at you to finally see that needy look in your eyes as your breathing goes heavier.

“what’s with that face, bunny? you want something?”

i asked in a condescending and amused tone, but i mean it light-heartedly and you know it. i watch you nod your head sheepishly, your cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

“not like that, baby. i need your words.”

i remind you of our rule that everything has to be said with certainty before we proceed.

and despite the fact that your voice sounds small and shy, your voice doesn’t tremble when you ask me to touch you. you want this to happen.

“keep going, then. keep me entertained.”

i add as i nod my head towards the book. you blink once, twice before turning your head back to face the book, and i can tell you get excited and giddy at the prospect of what’s about to happen.

you’re trying to contain that inner nervousness mixed with excitement that are brewing in your body as my hand continues sliding up and down your thigh during your little reading. i always enjoy listening to you, adoring how you manage to express all the necessary emotions for the listener to feel as if they took part in events from the book.

i decide to keep touching that and only that spot for a little longer, and when you’re focused enough on the book, my fingertips finally graze the material of your panties only to find out that it’s gone damp with your arousal constantly gathering up there.

you slip up on the word in the very same moment, and i smile under my breath when you take a deeper breath, turning the page and keeping your voice as flat as possible.

so cute.

“good girl. keep going just like that.”

i encourage you as my fingers move down and up the material, my own heart thumping just as hard as yours the longer i have my hands on you.

i listen to your shaky voice when i eventually let my fingers slip underneath the fabric, being awfully slow with my movements as i run my fingertips up and down your needy pussy to feel just as wet you got for me after all the little teasing.

you stop reading for a split second when i pull my hand away only to grab a pillow, and i gently pat your side, instructing you to lift up your hips.

you place your hips back down onto the pillow and my hands move up your legs, gently sliding up your round butt before i hook my pointer fingers underneath the waistband and pull your underwear down, and you don’t question it as you keep reading your book out loud.

“spread your legs f’ me. wider, wider. just like that.”

i instruct you in a gentle tone, waiting for you to find a comfortable position with your legs spread wider as you’re still on your tummy, pillow underneath the hips.

you moan aloud when my mouth lands right on your sensitive, wet skin in between your legs and i start lapping at your pussy.

my hands rest on your thighs, squeezing the meat every now and then or moving up to your ass for a second just because i can and because i know how much you fucking love it when i can’t stop touching you.

my eyes roll back at your taste just like they always do because i could never get out of literal awe you put me in every single time i’ve got an opportunity to have my mouth on you.

soon enough, your speech turns more slurry and full of gasps or broken moans, and you can barely read the sentences in a steady rhythm, let alone comprehend anything as i work you up with my mouth and just my mouth alone.

you abandon the book whatsoever, fingers pressing into the hardcover while you’re forcing your hips back as if you were attempting to get me even closer to your pussy than i already was.

you’re vocal in the loveliest way when you cum within a span of few minutes, and i revel in it for the longest time, licking your sweet arousal which makes you whine from time to time as you’re slowly coming down from this instantaneous bliss.

and just as you barely manage to catch your breath, you hear my smug self asking you after i playfully bite your butt:

“round two?”

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parings: leah kateb x black!fem!reader

synopsis: when you and leah argued, you guys didn’t talk the whole entire day and leah hated that.

warnings: lil angst, fluff,

a/n: she gives off dom idk so im making her dom, also im putting this in the love island season 8 tag BC PPL NEED TO SEE AND WRITE FOR MY BIH OK???

Streamer!Vi x Reader

A.N. This is my first time writing a full fic and posting it so sorry if it isn’t great. It’s been proofread and edited by @lonerslug (go check them out they write amazing fics).

WC: 956

part 1 - part 2 - ...

I sit cross-legged on the bed, she’s already kneeling in front of me. I reach out slowly… two fingers extended toward her lips.

“Open” I say with that steady calm tone she knows means no arguing. She obeys instantly - those pretty lips part for me without question.

My fingertips press gently against them, then slide into warm mouth. "Good girl”. My fingers withdraw from her mouth, glistening slightly. I trail them down, slowly tracing the curve of her jaw, then her throat letting the anticipation build.

Then finally… I press those damp fingertips to the entrance of her pussy, not pushing in yet. Just resting there possessively as eyes lock onto hers: “Breathe for me”. A soft command while I’m letting her body adjust naturally under my watchful gaze.

She whimpers - a tiny sound of frustration or longing and I smile faintly. “Patience”, I murmur gently.

She bites her lip, then finally whispers: “Please... Mommy”. So sweet and needy, It makes my chest tighten.

I tilt my head slightly, studying those pleading eyes, before slowly pushing one finger inside just an inch to test how wet she already is for me...

Her breath hitches as I sink the first finger deeper slowly, watching her face for every flicker of pleasure or hesitation. She exhales a shaky: “Mommy..." more plea than a word.

I add a second finger carefully, stretching her gradually with gentle curls. She squirms slightly because it’s too much, yet not enough all at once and I hum: “You’re doing so well” rewarding that quiet obedience.

Her hips twitch upward instinctively begging silently for more friction, more depth, but I hold my fingers still.

“Ask properly” I say softly, tilting her chin up with my free hand. My thumb brushes her cheek as I wait.

She whines first, then finally: “Please… Mommy. Please move your fingers. Please touch me right”. So polite in begging it almost makes me melt.

I finally start moving my fingers properly. Slow, deep thrusts now each one curling just right inside her. Her back arches off the bed silently, she doesn’t dare make noise without permission. But her eyes wide and glazed, staring up at me like I’m everything.

I lean down, capturing those pretty lips in another kiss while pumping faster. The rhythm shifts suddenly - I speed up my fingers, thrusting deeper and faster now. “Look at me” I order and she obeys instantly, eyes locking onto mine.

My thumb finds her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with each finger-pump, exactly how I know she needs it.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, body tensing like a coiled spring. That’s when I lean down close to whisper against lips: "Come for Mommy”.

Her body obeys before her mind even processes it - back bowing off the bed as she shatters. A silent scream parts her lips, eyes squeezed shut for a second before fluttering open again to stare at me - dazed and overwhelmed.

I don’t stop my fingers, not yet. I ride out every pulse of her pleasure, slowing gradually. My thumb gentles on clit, soothing now.