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shankss-magnificent-ass · 6 months

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Bitten

Pairing: Vampire!Shanks x AFAB!reader

Warnings: NSFW, biting, this got graphic fast, doggie, oral (fem receiving) P in V, fingering, cum drinking, squirting, feeding, groping, aftercare, overstimulation,

It was the night of the full moon, and it wasn't just any full moon, it was a blood moon. Most of the red hair pirates had gone to bed, in fear of a superstition that the blood moon was an ill omen that brought out the monsters in men's hearts. Only you, Shanks and Benn were awake past lights out to view the celestial spectacle.

"Careful there sweetheart, you might not want to lean on the railing right now. One stray wave, and you'll go straight into the drink." Benn rumbled from his lounge chair on by the mast.

You stood up straight and grumbled, "I've fallen overboard before, and you didn't have a problem bringing me back up."

"Yeah, but that was during the daytime when we could see, if you fall in and don't come up then you are as good as gone." Benn retorted, flicking the ash off the tip of his cigarette into the breeze. "And when the rest of the crew was awake to help."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "fine, fine," and strolled over and plopped down on the couch Shanks was sitting on. The red head wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled your back against his side. Shanks kissed the crown of your head and mumbled, "wise choice love, we wouldn't want to wake the crew, or worst lose you."

Your hands gripped his forearm as you got into a comfortable position. The warmth of his body seeped into your skin as you relaxed against him.

"If you were gone, I'd have to find someone else to tease for my amusement." Shanks added, before his lips danced over your neck. A shrill squeak ripped from your throat at the tickling feeling, you tried to escape him, but the tightly muscled arm around you just tightened.

"Benn! Help me." You whined, "Your boss is being mean to me."

"You're fine, he doesn't bite... Well t least not often," Benn replied, leaning back in his chair and taking a drag off the cigarette held between his fingers.

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye and growled, "he might not, but I do." You twisted behind you and sink your teeth in Shanks's neck. The tall man groaned, "oh fuck, darling." His hand slide down and squeezed your breast, making you moan around the mouthful of his hot skin. His breath fanned over your shoulder as a chuckle rumbled in his chest, "I didn't know you liked biting, I must admit that I usually prefer to be the one doing the biting, but don't mind indulging you."

"If you two are going to go any further, fuck off to your own room, and let me enjoy this night by myself." Benn growled.

Shanks chuckled, "so you don't want to watch? How unlike you, but fine." He shifted his hold around you and picked you up. Purely out of spite you refused to release your bite, as he carried you below deck. He kicked open the door to his room, the carmine colored moon light poured in from the large bay windows, making your partner's usually very cozy room quite eerie. As he made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room, the smell of your captain flooded your nose making you quite giddy. Shanks plopped both of you down onto his plush bed. "Are you gonna let go, love?" Shanks huffed, dragging you to the head of the bed. When you didn't let go, Shanks's hand dove up your shirt, and he yanked on your nipple. The yelp he pulled from you allowed him to pull away, he reared up and sat on his heels. His brown eyes took in your form, before focusing on your chest. He pushed your shirt up until it bunched at your collar bone and circled his thumb in a soothing manner over the bud he had been rough with.

"There we go, now my turn." Shanks purred before diving at your chest, nipping and sucking at the skin around your areola. His stubble leaving a pleasant burning sensation in his wake that made heat pool between. You gasped and squirmed, trying to rub your thighs together for some relief when Shanks pried your legs apart and laid himself between them. "Oh no, no, no, you don't get to pleasure yourself, only I get that honor." Shanks whispered as he rested his chest against yours, sinking you deeper into the crimson covers of his bed. He hummed in amusement as he trailed his nose from your chest up to your neck and his hand gripped your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"Shanks, please kiss me." You panted, while trying to tilt your hips, so you could grind against his stomach.

The look he gave you was almost feral, but he made no move to kiss you. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." He said, suddenly quite serious, all traces of lust gone from his voice. "Bust I'm worried it might scare you off."

You scoffed, "darling, I've seen you behead a man, there are very few things that you could tell me that would scare me off."

"Even if I told you I'm not human anymore?" He asked, "and that I need something besides normal food to survive?"

You frowned, and searched his eyes only to find that no deceit in them. "What do you need to survive?"

A hesitance overtook your brave companion, giving him pause before he responded, "blood."

"I still love you even if you are a vampire, because you're still you..." you cooed, finger combing his hair back with your free hand, before adding, "wait is that right, you're a vampire?"

He let out a relieved shuddering breath, and nodded his head.

"But why tell me about this now?" You asked, "are you hungry, is that it?"

Shanks shook his head momentarily before cocking it to the side and replying, "Well, I ate on the island, but I'm still feeling a little peckish. And while normally I would ignore it, this blood moon is making it hard to ignore."

You giggled, "So what you're telling me is you want a dessert, baby?"

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the column of your throat, as he replied, "absolutely, and I figured you would be delectable."

"Perhaps, but don't you think I'd be even better after a few orgasms? When my blood would be a cocktail of hormones?" You sighed, trailing your fingers from his hair, down to his jaw, and lifting his chin to make him look at you. As he gazed up at you his pupils widened before narrowing into a slit like a cat's eyes and red flooded his iris.

A low growl rumble shook his chest, making your own rib cage vibrate. "I don't know, but I'd love to try it out."

"Then get to work," You commanded softly, and pecked a gentle kiss onto his chapped lips.

Shanks lunged forward, slamming his kips to yours while his hand gripped the collar of your shirt and tore it down the middle. And before you could complain he huffed, "relax, I'll buy you new ones," before parting your lips with his tongue.

You slid your trousers off for him because you did not want them ripped. "No panties or bra tonight? What a naughty thing you are." Shanks quipped as he pulled away, to undress himself. You decided then to tease him, and dipped your hand between your legs, running your fingers through your folds and around your clit. He hungrily watched you lift your hand to show him how wet they were. He stumbled over his pants crawling back on the bed, trying to get back on the bed. Shanks kicked them off as he shoved your fingers into his mouth. Laving his hot tongue around each digit to suck them clean.

You used your other hand to take a handful of his hair and guide his head between your legs. Shanks did not need any more encouragement to latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. When you gasped out his name, he moved down to your sopping cunt, and lapped up as much of your slick as possible. His tongue greedily dipping inside you, sucking gently as your walls to drink up more of what you had to offer. Shanks's eyes remained locked on your face the entire time, making sure you could see him swallowing.

As his jaw grew tired, he pulled away, and replaced his mouth with his hand. Stroking your clit with rough pad of his thumb while his long fingers scissored and curled inside of you. Shanks watched you with rapt attention as he wound the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter. "Come on, come on, give me something to drink love." He barked, while you bucked up into his hand.

"It's close!... But not enough. I need both!" You cried, digging your nails into the wooden head of the bed.

A rough growl bubbled in his throat, before he latched his mouth over your clit and shook his head while thrusting his fingers into the spongy wall that always made your toes curl. The coil in you suddenly snapped, but pressure kept building inside you. You wailed out as every nerve in you sang in pleasure, bucking your hips uncontrollably until the pressure in you burst, all over Shanks's face. He quickly cupped his mouth over your cunt as you squirted, gulping down your cum like he hadn't drunk in a month.

When your head stopped spinning, allowing you to regain awareness, Shanks was kissing his way up your belly. He hummed, "And now for the main course," and suddenly the world spun around you, and you were now face down in his sheets. His big hands gripped your hips, and he hauled you, so you were ass up. Shanks guided his fat cock between your folds, and stroked himself to make sure he was well lubricated. He ignored your pleas of urgency, as he gripped the base of his dick and slapped the sticky head against your clit. "Patience love, wouldn't want to hurt you one accident." He purred, before pushing himself inside. The stretch made you gasp his name, and arch your back for him more.

"Go ahead and set the pace darling," Shank ordered, hands gripping your hips and urging you backwards. And set the pace you did, leaning back on your knees and putting your back into slapping your hips against his. He eventually started to meet you halfway, with thrusts of his own. It didn't take him long to pull another explosive orgasm out of you, one that didn't stop. Each one of his thrusts had you gushing and clenching around him. You were absolutely cock drunk, and unable to do more than let him use you like a cock sleeve, and babble things like declarations of love and praise him for how good he was fucking you. Which shifted as his thrusts grew sloppier, to please for him to fill you with his cum.

Your cries were cut off when he wrapped his hand around your neck, and he hauled you up on your knees. Each thrust was harder than the last, as he got closer to his own orgasm. Finally, cumming when his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of your neck as he released his load deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you came again, as you felt his warmth spread in what you could swear was your womb. His hips still pumping into you, to milk what was left of his orgasm. You could hear him gulping down your blood, as you rode out the aftershocks of pleasure that wracked your body. When Shanks felt full, he pulled away and let you go, unaware how lost in the sauce you were. That is until he watched you fall forward, into the puddle of your own cum that had formed on his sheets. He smirked as you slowly slid off his cock, and cum around nothing, releasing a gush of fluid and cum.

"Are you good?" He asked, sliding his hand up your back in what he thought was a soothing manner. Only for you to arch away from his touch with a whine. "Was it that good?"

"Yes, and I'm still sensitive." You panted, trying to crawl away from him.

Shanks pulled you back under him, and pushed away the damp hair that stuck to your forehead. "is there anything I can do for you?"

"Water." You groaned hoarsely, "Fuck my mouth is dry."

"I imagine, I'll be right back" Shanks chuckled.

"Put on pants!"

"No."