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mandiemegatron · 4 months ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ

ᴍᴀʀᴄᴏ, ɪᴢᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛᴄʜ & ᴀᴄᴇ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 18+. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴀɴᴀʟ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙꜱ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ; 2.3ᴋ

a/n ; :') i did it.

i wanted to do this for quite some time and somehow found the spirit to get over my anxiousness and just... did it. i hope you all enjoy as much as i did writing it. if you see any mistakes, no you don't !!

no beta, we die like men 💖💪

[ Huge shout out to @quinloki and @hannahbarberra162 for writing the most banger WBP poly pieces i've ever read. you both gave me the push to try it myself, even if you don't know it. all my love and respect to you both. ]

"Give me a colour, sunflower."

There's nothing but ragged panting from you as a hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back and your mouth away from the face directly before you. Your fingers desperately locked with someone standing to your left, as if to ground yourself.

Soft whimpers slip through the panting, eyes slowly rolling back forward until they land on a heavy pair staring back, your fuzzy gaze taking in the small smile on the painted lips. Those eyes speak unneeded words, and finally, a slightly pained, "g-green," comes through your breaths, setting off a praising look on the face above you.

"Good girl."

Burning lips press against the back of your shoulder as a matching set of rough hands tug and twist at your already pert and sore nipples, while another pair tightly holds your hips, another set of lips biting and marking your front, wherever they could reach.

"S-so good treasure, you're always so good," comes from behind you as Ace's almost blazing hot cock slams into your ass over and over, finally chasing his own high as yours slowly begins to climb once more.

"Mm, I think you can give us one more, yoi," purrs from in front of you, teeth nipping at your throat in a possessive manner as his cock slides through your still twitching and gushing folds, thrusting into you just a bit slower than the fire user panting behind you. "Can't you? Our sweet girl, such a good songbird..."

While lithe fingers tighten their hold on your hair, another face moves in and peppers kisses and murmurs warm praise to your own, holding tight to your hand as you hear Thatch promise you, "Give us one more, just one more and I'll run you a bath, make you all the snacks you want… you'd like that, wouldn't you, our sweet little love?" A soft whimper of agreement falls from behind your lips as your eyes flicker shut, your form slowly turning limp in the multiple holds on your body.

There's a pleased grunt from behind you as Ace shoves his face into the side of your neck, licking and nibbling at your skin while drinking up your scent, inhaling deeply and groaning almost possessively at your scent. "Mm treasure, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cuu-um-"

Your other hand grips his on your breast, clinging to him as you beg out in a quick pant, "please cum, please Ace, please, please," until you swear you see stars as his cock finally twitches and throbs inside you, filling your small, puckered hole to the brim with his thick seed. His breathing falls staggered and short as he clings to you, breathing you in, to the point that he couldn't pinpoint where you started and where he began. As blissed out as he was, he could tell with slight disappointment that you hadn't cum along with him.

"Tsk, Ace... you'll be punished for that later, yoi," remarked from a slightly disappointed Marco who continued to rock his hips into yours in front of you. He looked to Izou for a moment, and the two seemed to share a thought before Izou turns your head so it was facing Marco. Your blurred eyes tried to focus as his cock hit that spongy place inside your cunt that sent your head spinning.

You'd squirted on him twice already, and you could tell by the look in his half-lidded eyes that he wanted you to do it one last time. "What colour, songbird?"

You give him a breathless chuckle and a shaky grin, moving your shaky hand from Ace's to graze over Marco's jawline before settling your palm at the base of his neck. The gaze in his eyes matched yours - adoring, endless, and near obsessive.

"S-still gree-green.”

An almost wicked grin washes over Marco's face as your words meet his ears, a low purr grumbling in his chest as one of his hands gently gathers yours from his neck and whisps a few, pointedly placed kisses to your wrist before letting his teeth nip at the fat of your palm. "Good."

Izou brings your head back slowly as Ace eases out of you, flopping backward onto the bed with a pleased huff and a goofy, loving grin. Thatch snickers down at the tuckered out fire user before helping the younger man slide away from you, but not far enough that his hands couldn't graze over your skin adoringly.

"Are you lying, sunflower?" Izou quips down at you, his own teeth nipping at the side of your throat before licking a long stripe from your collarbone to just under your ear. You shudder at the feeling, your eyes rolling back slightly as Marco gives a particularly rough thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix unkindly. "N-no, Sir, I'm not lying," you manage to confirm though your entire body aches with twinges of pain that flutters through the immense pleasure.

Izou watches your face for a moment before humming with a slight nod, accepting your answer before he teases quietly over your ear, "Then give us another, sweet sunflower.”

At those words, Marco's grip releases your wrist and moves to cradle the back of your head, moving to lay you on your back. When he's between your legs again, he raises them to your chest with your knees squishing your breasts together, letting his cock slot back into your slippery cunt with ease.

"You're going to give us a big one, songbird." Marco insists, looking down at you with clearly pleased eyes as he takes in your ragged form. As he slides his cock out right to the tip, he flashes you a that same wicked grin as he demands, "Sing for us."

Your voice cracks out a moan at the onslaught from his cock, his strong thighs twitching as he already nears his release from the endless edging from earlier. "Ma-arco," you sob out, your hand moving to scratch over his back desperately as you feel the simmering warmth inside you begin to boil again. One of his hands forcefully turns your head so your eyes meet Izou and Thatch, who sit on the edge of the bed close enough for you to reach your other hand out.

Thatch immediately snatches your hand as Izou leans over to place his own hand over the space where Marco's rests on your face. Finely manicured nails dig into your jaw and cheeks just enough to bite. You're able to watch Ace pleasure Izou from this angle, tingles rushing over your skin from the sight. "What a bright sunflower you are," Izou praises, cooing down at you as tears fill your eyes, his other hand gently running through Ace's messy hair. You give another weepy moan as you beg, "P-please, I need it, I need it, please, please -"

Izou's fingers move from holding your face to curling around your throat, just tight enough to hinder your breathing, not yet cutting it off entirely. Your eyes roll back at the pressure and Marco swears thickly as he accidentally cums at that sight, his cock throbbing with every spurt that fills you. "D-don't waste it," he rasps, keeping your hips up as he lazily thrusts into you a last few times. When the sensitivity is too much for him, he tags Thatch in with a nod, continuing to hold your legs in the same position.

Taatch slides up behind Marco and takes over, his thicker cock immediately spearing through your puffy folds to keep you full, accidentally pushing some of Marco's cum out of you.

Thatch gives a soft "Tsk," as his large hands lovingly rub your thighs before letting them rest under your knees and gripping tight. “Didn't you just hear Marco? Wasting the potential to give Pops a grandkid…” Thatch grins at the disapproving look Marco gives him at blaming you for the gooey loss.

A visible shiver runs over your entire body at his words, and the three watching you give a knowing look to each other as Izou interrogates seriously, “Would you like that, sunflower? To be filled so many times by us that there would be a near one hundred percent chance that you'd end up with our child?”

His own words set him over the edge as he gives a shuddered gasp, spilling down Ace's throat, Izou's grip accidentally tightening in Ace's dark hair and around your throat. You give a choked gasp as Thatch's hips snap into yours, your cunt singing for them, the sloppy and wet sounds echoing in the small room.

“You gonna take it all, little love? Think about it, us giving you hours and hours of ecstasy, taking our time to bring you to the edge until you're so full of us that everyone will know just who you belong to?” You whimper and sob under him as Izou's hand relents, nodding as best you can while nearly crushed under Thatch in the mating position. He leans down just enough to emphasize his words as he practically moans out,

“Don't you want to give us a son?”

Your vision goes black as his cock finally hits your g-spot hard enough that you're twitching and squirting all over him, your eyes rolled back and your mouth parted slightly as you can do nothing but pant and take the brutal pleasure. Thatch gives a victorious chuckle, his lips pulled into a large grin as his thrusts become erratic, now chasing down his own end and he purposefully spills inside your weeping cunt, keeping his cock nestled in your walls until it softens a few minutes later and slips out. His thumb presses between your puffy and slippery lips to keep your cunt plugged as his other hand pats against your raw ass-cheeks with a pleased hum.

“I love when we find out things about each other together,” Thatch teases as Izou and Ace slowly make their way onto the bed on either side of you. Eventually, Thatch lets your legs down, though he holds your thighs together, giving you a slight warning look as he gently demands, “Keep them tight, little love. Can't let any go to waste, can we?” You're too far gone to register his words, your legs shaking slightly from the ache and the furious tingles that still wrecked your entire body.

“Give her a few moments, yoi.” Comes from behind Thatch, who glances over his shoulder to Marco, who had sneakily left and returned with four warm washcloths. Each of the men take a cloth and gently caress over your heated and tender flesh, one of them cooing down at you every once in a while when you hissed from pain. Soon enough, you were cleaned and dressed in one of their shirts, oversized and old, but still well loved by you. Once you were dressed, the men took turns cleaning each other. Izou and Ace remained naked, sitting back against the headboard and pulling your body to them as Thatch and Marco began redressing.

“I'm going to make you a snack, do you need anything else?” Thatch asked once you were more lucid, curled against Ace and Izou at the head of the bed. Both their hands wandered lovingly over your form, pulling you into a warm lull. You gave a slow shake of your head before giving a large yawn, your hold on both men tightening slightly as you croaked, “Snack… sounds good.” You flashed Thatch a small but genuine grin with a soft, “Thank you. Love you.”

Thatch leaned over with a hum, pressing his lips to yours before standing back up with a hand running over his pompadour. “You look fine,” snarks Izou jokingly before he presses a kiss to the top of your head. Thatch simply rolls his eyes with a slight smirk before heading out the door. “I'll be back soon,” he promises, letting the door shut behind him.

“I've got to get back to the infirmary,” Marco laments, frowning slightly as he copies Thatch's movements and leans over while tilting your chin up, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss. “Send someone to come find me if you need me,” he murmurs the second he pulls away, giving you a pointed stare which you nod under. “I will,” you swear, pressing your lips to his once more to solidify the promise.

When Marco turns to leave, you give a content hum, letting your body sink into the two men behind you, officially turning to jello. Marco throws one last glance at you over his shoulder, smiling mildly to himself before he lets the door shut behind him, hiding you three from the outside world.

“You did so well.” Murmurs Izou as his lithe fingers run over your tired thighs and your hair. Ace nuzzles his face into your neck a little more, his lips grazing over your now damp and chilled flesh, giving a soft sound of agreement against your throat. “You're always so good for us,” Ace adds softly, attempting to fight back the call of sleep.

“Mm… love you…” you barely reply, your eyes heavy as you snuggle into the warm bodies a little more. Both men reply in kind, their voices soft and echo-y as you finally succumb to the darkness. When your breathing evens out, Ace and Izou look at each other for a moment until a flicker of curiosity lights up between them.

“Let her rest for a few hours and then wake her up with my face in between her legs?” Ace offers, grinning with a chuckle as Izou leans over slightly to peck the fire user on the lips. “Good plan. Five hours should be sufficient, I think.”

Izou winks at Ace before the messy haired man curls back around you both, his devil fruit unconsciously warming your skin as he finally yawns and lets his eyes shut as Izou muses lightly,

“Just don't tell Marco. He wouldn't like us waking his little bird too early.”

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #ok to rb #poly fic #whitebeard pirates #marco x reader #thatch x reader #ace x reader #izou x reader #whitebeard pirate commanders x reader #please show support if you enjoyed !!!#this was a good one lmao !! sitting there rereading it like :D #i love when theyre a little mean and doting at the same time 🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰

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slvbum · 11 days ago

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DESIRE & FLESH ♡ Rafe Cameron

content WARNING: voracious!rafe, mentions of blood, mentions of raw meat, mentions of BPD.

♡ notie note . . . reposting this bc it got lost n the other acc lol

Fourth year, same old campus, same old pressure from Ward clawing at his nerves. He’d parked near the freshman dorms to dodge the move-in day circus, but a scene nearby snagged his attention.

A sleek black Rolls-Royce purred to a stop, and out stepped a girl who looked like she’d walked off the cover of some fashion magazine. Her parents flanked her like bodyguards, her dad barking orders at a driver unloading designer suitcases, her mom dabbing her eyes with a silk handkerchief. The girl stood there clutching a monogrammed backpack, offering shy smiles and soft "goodbyes"s as her parents fussed. Rafe smirked despite himself. It was cute, in a ridiculous, out-of-touch kind of way. Like a princess stepping into a world she didn’t belong in. He filed her face away in his mind and drove off, figuring he’d never see her again.

Two weeks later, Rafe was slouched in the waiting room of the campus health center, leg bouncing impatiently. He was there to pick up his meds, borderline personality disorder didn’t exactly play nice with college stress, and he’d been on edge all morning. The receptionist was taking her sweet time, and the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, grating on his nerves. He rubbed a hand over his face, muttering under his breath, when the door swung open.

There she was again.

The Rolls-Royce girl.

She stumbled in, her cheeks flushed red and splotchy, one hand scratching at her neck. She looked miserable but still managed a polite "excuse me" as she shuffled to the counter. Her sundress was wrinkled, and her hair was a little messy, nothing like the pristine vision from the parking lot. Rafe’s eyes narrowed, intrigued.

“Um, hello,” she said to the nurse. “I think I’m having a… reaction? They made us eat something at the initiation thing. It was, uh, not good.” She wrinkled her nose, like she could still taste it. “I don’t know what it was. Maybe something raw? But I think I’m allergic.”

The nurse raised an eyebrow, scribbling something down. “Freshman hazing, huh? Sit tight, we’ll get you an antihistamine.”

She nodded, turning to find a seat, and that’s when her eyes landed on Rafe. He didn’t look away, didn’t bother pretending he wasn’t staring. She hesitated, then offered a small, awkward wave before sinking into the chair across from him. Up close, he could see the hives creeping up her neck, angry red against her porcelain skin. She scratched absently, then caught herself and folded her hands in her lap like she’d been scolded.

“You’re that girl from the parking lot,” Rafe said, voice low, testing the waters. “The one with the fancy car and the crying mom.”

She blinked, her eyes widening.

“Oh! You saw that?” She laughed, a little self-conscious, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, my parents… they’re a lot. I told them I’d be fine, but they insisted.” She shrugged, like it was normal for a college drop-off to look like a diplomatic visit.

Rafe snorted. “Yeah, it was hard to miss. What’s your deal? You some kinda heiress or something?”

Her cheeks went pink—well, pinker than the hives—and she shook her head. “No, no. Just… my family has money. I’m Y/N, by the way.” She stuck out her hand, formal and a little old-fashioned, like she’d been trained in etiquette classes.

He stared at her hand for a beat too long before shaking it, his grip firm but not crushing. “Rafe Cameron. Fourth year. You’re a freshman, right?”

She nodded, pulling her hand back to fidget with the hem of her dress. “Yes. Medical student. I just started, and already I’m here because of… what was it? A sardine-and-peanut-butter sandwich?” She shuddered, and Rafe couldn’t help the grin tugging at his lips.

“It was raw meat. Sigma Chi’s idea of a welcome. Initiation bullshit. You’re lucky it was just a taste.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parting in shock.

“Raw meat? That’s… disgusting.” She shuddered, nose wrinkling again, and Rafe found it stupidly endearing. “I told them I’m vegan, but they laughed. Said it was tradition.” She paused, tilting her head. “You know about this?”

He snorted, leaning back. “Yeah, I’m in Sigm— I’m a senior.” He didn’t offer his hand, too formal for his vibe, but his eyes flicked over her, cataloging every detail. “They used to do worse.”

She opened her glossy lips for a second and then gestured to her neck, grimacing. “Not a great start.”

Rafe’s smirk widened, something dark and playful stirring in his chest.

“You’re too cute for this place, princess.” He pulled out his phone, scrolling to a photo from his freshman year. He slid it across to her.

The image showed a younger Rafe, grinning wickedly, surrounded by other freshmen, all of them drenched in blood, faces smeared, clothes soaked. It looked like a scene from a slaughterhouse.

“Back when I pledged, they had us do this. Pig’s blood, they said. Poured buckets of it. You’re lucky we toned it down.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes glued to the photo.

“That’s… horrifying.” She handed the phone back, her fingers trembling slightly, but her voice stayed calm. “Why would anyone do that?”

Rafe shrugged, pocketing the phone, his gaze intense.

“Power. Tradition. Breaks you in.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to a murmur. “You’d look so fucking good covered in blood, though. Bet it’d make those eyes of yours glow.”

She blinked, startled, then laughed nervously, like she wasn’t sure if he was joking.

“Um… thank you? I think?” She tilted her head, that puzzled smile tugging at her lips, completely missing the hunger in his stare. She scratched again, then stopped with a sheepish smile. “You’re here a lot, then?”

He tensed, not about to spill his life story to some naive newbie. “Nah, just picking up something. I’ve been around long enough to see the patterns.” He tapped his fingers on the armrest, glancing away, but her gaze stayed on him. It threw him off.

The nurse called her name, and she stood, smoothing her dress. “It was nice to meet you, Rafe,” she said, like she meant it. “Maybe I’ll see you around? Without the… allergic disasters?”

He smirked, leaning forward now, elbows on his knees. “Yeah, maybe. Try not to eat anything weird next time, princess.”

She laughed, unbothered by the nickname and disappeared behind the counter. Rafe watched her go, something restless stirring in his chest. She was too soft for this place, too good. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to protect that or ruin it.

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