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Kink Drabbles
A bunch of different drabbles for the OPY100 topic "kink."
Title: A Cook's Treasure
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SanZo
Word Count: 298
A chef’s most precious things were his hands. It was a lesson that had been drilled into Sanji over and over again, often with a kick to the head to help jolt his memory. So it was that he fought only with his legs and his feet, and he took care not to damage the instruments that had helped bring him to the pinnacle of his chosen profession. Because his hands were so important, it was only very rarely that he was able to indulge himself.
The lines of each of his five scarcely splayed fingers were traced with a keen blue eye; a fingertip roughened by hard work over a hot stove and stained with nicotine and onions and an underlying smell of dinner’s roast caressingly skimmed over the outline it had made with its fellows. As the seconds flew by, the stark imprint of his hand slowly faded from white to an angry red. He massaged his golden tan canvas roughly, drawing forth a poorly stifled groan. A few moments of harsh handling and his slate was clean once more.
Sanji flexed his hand, popped his thumb several times and wiggled his fingers. When his joints were loose and ready, he struck. Hard. So hard that his hand was briefly numb. The imprint was perfect, as was the indrawn hiss of breath and the faint tensing of spine. His patience suddenly gone, the chef lowered his hand in a flurry of blows that jolted up into his elbow and made his living work of art writhe across his lap. He didn’t stop until his other treasured hand was caught between sword-calloused ones, his fingers sucked into a hot and moaning mouth, and Zoro, as mannerless as always as he spoke with his mouth full, said please.
Title: Watching
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Shanks/Ben/Mihawk
Word Count: 300
It was a bad habit he’d had since his childhood. He hadn’t meant to be a peeping tom, a spying pervert, a dirty voyeur. But he’d grown up on a ship, spent puberty sharing space with many other people, and he’d always been too curious for his own good. So he liked to watch. He’d never understood why it was such a big deal. Once he had understood that it wasn’t polite to look without permission, he didn’t, at least…not very often. Occasionally temptation did get the better of him.
Such as it had this night. Fortune smiled upon him, sent him two men who might be angry if he was caught, but they wouldn’t hold it against him forever. Hell, if he was lucky, they might even punish him. Grinning broadly, Shanks settled on the floor of his closet and took a long drink. Judging from the way things had been going out on deck, it would only be a matter of mo-
Right on schedule the door flew open and soon clothing too was flying through the air. Two dark-haired men landed naked on his bed and his only regret – since his view was perfect – was that neither was a screamer. Their whispers and murmurs rarely reached his ears, so he was forced to make up the dialogue. Hand firmly down his opened trousers, Shanks figured it was just as well. He was far more creative than them anyway, and it was fun to make Mihawk beg and imagine his first mate using such language.
There was one flaw in his plan. He WAS a screamer. There was no afterglow as Shanks’ closet was yanked open, the captain dragged out. It was a good thing he was an exhibitionist also, because his punishment was to let them watch.
Title: Knife
Rating: R-ish for implications
Pairing: Ace/Zoro
Word Count: 241
“How sharp is it?” he asked, knowing the other boy would catch his meaning.
“Very. And it’s clean too.”
In the dimness of the galley, the sudden flame dancing in front of Ace’s freckles was eye-dazzling, and the swordsman blinked at the his captain’s brother and wondered what was going on. After all, the mera mera eater had never hesitated before when he had made similar requests. Maybe the Fire Fist didn’t like blood. It was a mild letdown, but at least there was always the alternative. Zoro licked his lips and swallowed back his disappointment.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
In the firelight Ace looked a bit wild, his unruly hair snaking around his face and his sudden grin was very white and fierce.
“One question, Roronoa…with or without?”
The answer was instantaneous for there had been no question in the swordsman’s mind about how he wanted things to go.
“With of course.”
His own grin was tempered by the sudden flush on his cheeks and he turned around as he shucked his pants.
“It’s safer to go deeper that way.”
Ace’s laughter was dark and throaty, a fond murmur of “masochist” dripping from his lips. The hand that he let fall on the other’s bare hip to steady himself as he bent down and retrieved his belt knife was nearly hot enough to raise a blister on the tanned flesh and it drew an appreciative hiss from Zoro.
Title: No Chance for Leftovers
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: LuZo
Word Count: A Perfect 100
Really it wasn’t a surprise. How could it be otherwise with such a voracious captain? Zoro lay on his back and tried not to wriggle or laugh as Luffy dripped chocolate sauce down the line of his scar, pausing every inch or so to squirt some in his own mouth. And if his skin was twitchy and sticky and his cock was currently somewhat limp thanks to the cold from the whipped cream and bologna wrapped around it, if there was one thing the rubber youth could be counted on to do, it was to clean his plate VERY thoroughly.
Title: The Komos Cycle or Please Teacher (XD)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Word Count: 300
“You are so weird.”
“Shut up. I am no more eclectic in my sexual tastes than you are. We just prefer to express ourselves differently.”
“But seriously, you want me to wear THIS?”
“Yes. Look it won’t kill you.”
“And what are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to stand up here and lecture.”
“You want me to listen to you TALK?! How the hell’s that supposed to get ya off?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the Komos Cycle of epic poetry from Elaphebolios?”
“Hell no!”
“Well you’re going to hear all about them now. In fact, I’ll even read some to you.”
“I still don’t see how this is supposed to be erotic.”
“You will. Now just sit over there and make yourself, ahem, comfortable. I shall begin at the beginning…And with the dawning of the verdant spring, the young sheep herd Talamos did venture into the mountains with his flock. There he lay in his youthful splendor in the meadow, attracting the attention of the spirits of the wood and of the mountain and the clouds and of the very sun god himself. The innocence of Talamos was such that it also drew forth the impure attentions of the incubi and succubae, demons from the depths of hell. And lo, all made themselves manifest before the boy in the full splendor of deity…That means they were naked.”
“Oh…OH! I think I might like this after all. Does it get better?”
“Much. And it goes on for a very long time in very great detail.”
“Okay, I think we can keep going.”
“The front of your uniform tells me that we certainly can.”
“…shut up. Next time it’s my turn and I’m gonna make you beg for it so nyah.”
“…Already into the role. Good. Let’s continue, hmm?”
“…Yes teacher.”
Title: Suck It
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: ChoZo mainly
Word Count: 299
Note: Inspired by the anime, where in practically every episode...
As a reindeer, Chopper understood the mating instinct. It was natural. The urge to procreate drove all animals. But as a man, he learned about something else. Lust, simply for the sake of lust. Other than a few species of primates, only those animals that were also at least partially human experienced the desire to mate for pleasure and procreation. That a body could do more than just produce offspring was novel. That pleasure could be taken from acts less invasive than actual mating was incredible and truly wonderful.
The first time Chopper ever had a blowjob, he’d nearly passed out as he came. Of course it was his first sexual experience, but even after he’d had intercourse, the appeal of having his organ of procreation in someone’s mouth simply for the sake of his own, and sometimes his partner’s, pleasure remained highest on his list of sexual enjoyment. Indeed, the doctor preferred them to any other act and he did his best to make sure that he got sucked off whenever an opportunity presented itself. He secretly fancied himself something of a connoisseur and ranked all of his partners.
His nakama were the best of course, but even among them he had preferences. The girls were good, but they were girls and so didn’t know the VERY best things to do. Sanji’s mouth was a bit too soft, Luffy could be a bit too rough, and Usopp’s nose had a tendency to stab him in the stomach. That left Zoro as the best. And it was a fine day indeed when the young reindeer man learned the meaning of the words ‘oral fixation’ and that they could be applied quite aptly to the swordsman. After that day, Chopper never missed an opportunity to throw himself at Zoro’s face.
Title: A Cook's Treasure
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SanZo
Word Count: 298
A chef’s most precious things were his hands. It was a lesson that had been drilled into Sanji over and over again, often with a kick to the head to help jolt his memory. So it was that he fought only with his legs and his feet, and he took care not to damage the instruments that had helped bring him to the pinnacle of his chosen profession. Because his hands were so important, it was only very rarely that he was able to indulge himself.
The lines of each of his five scarcely splayed fingers were traced with a keen blue eye; a fingertip roughened by hard work over a hot stove and stained with nicotine and onions and an underlying smell of dinner’s roast caressingly skimmed over the outline it had made with its fellows. As the seconds flew by, the stark imprint of his hand slowly faded from white to an angry red. He massaged his golden tan canvas roughly, drawing forth a poorly stifled groan. A few moments of harsh handling and his slate was clean once more.
Sanji flexed his hand, popped his thumb several times and wiggled his fingers. When his joints were loose and ready, he struck. Hard. So hard that his hand was briefly numb. The imprint was perfect, as was the indrawn hiss of breath and the faint tensing of spine. His patience suddenly gone, the chef lowered his hand in a flurry of blows that jolted up into his elbow and made his living work of art writhe across his lap. He didn’t stop until his other treasured hand was caught between sword-calloused ones, his fingers sucked into a hot and moaning mouth, and Zoro, as mannerless as always as he spoke with his mouth full, said please.
Title: Watching
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Shanks/Ben/Mihawk
Word Count: 300
It was a bad habit he’d had since his childhood. He hadn’t meant to be a peeping tom, a spying pervert, a dirty voyeur. But he’d grown up on a ship, spent puberty sharing space with many other people, and he’d always been too curious for his own good. So he liked to watch. He’d never understood why it was such a big deal. Once he had understood that it wasn’t polite to look without permission, he didn’t, at least…not very often. Occasionally temptation did get the better of him.
Such as it had this night. Fortune smiled upon him, sent him two men who might be angry if he was caught, but they wouldn’t hold it against him forever. Hell, if he was lucky, they might even punish him. Grinning broadly, Shanks settled on the floor of his closet and took a long drink. Judging from the way things had been going out on deck, it would only be a matter of mo-
Right on schedule the door flew open and soon clothing too was flying through the air. Two dark-haired men landed naked on his bed and his only regret – since his view was perfect – was that neither was a screamer. Their whispers and murmurs rarely reached his ears, so he was forced to make up the dialogue. Hand firmly down his opened trousers, Shanks figured it was just as well. He was far more creative than them anyway, and it was fun to make Mihawk beg and imagine his first mate using such language.
There was one flaw in his plan. He WAS a screamer. There was no afterglow as Shanks’ closet was yanked open, the captain dragged out. It was a good thing he was an exhibitionist also, because his punishment was to let them watch.
Title: Knife
Rating: R-ish for implications
Pairing: Ace/Zoro
Word Count: 241
“How sharp is it?” he asked, knowing the other boy would catch his meaning.
“Very. And it’s clean too.”
In the dimness of the galley, the sudden flame dancing in front of Ace’s freckles was eye-dazzling, and the swordsman blinked at the his captain’s brother and wondered what was going on. After all, the mera mera eater had never hesitated before when he had made similar requests. Maybe the Fire Fist didn’t like blood. It was a mild letdown, but at least there was always the alternative. Zoro licked his lips and swallowed back his disappointment.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
In the firelight Ace looked a bit wild, his unruly hair snaking around his face and his sudden grin was very white and fierce.
“One question, Roronoa…with or without?”
The answer was instantaneous for there had been no question in the swordsman’s mind about how he wanted things to go.
“With of course.”
His own grin was tempered by the sudden flush on his cheeks and he turned around as he shucked his pants.
“It’s safer to go deeper that way.”
Ace’s laughter was dark and throaty, a fond murmur of “masochist” dripping from his lips. The hand that he let fall on the other’s bare hip to steady himself as he bent down and retrieved his belt knife was nearly hot enough to raise a blister on the tanned flesh and it drew an appreciative hiss from Zoro.
Title: No Chance for Leftovers
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: LuZo
Word Count: A Perfect 100
Really it wasn’t a surprise. How could it be otherwise with such a voracious captain? Zoro lay on his back and tried not to wriggle or laugh as Luffy dripped chocolate sauce down the line of his scar, pausing every inch or so to squirt some in his own mouth. And if his skin was twitchy and sticky and his cock was currently somewhat limp thanks to the cold from the whipped cream and bologna wrapped around it, if there was one thing the rubber youth could be counted on to do, it was to clean his plate VERY thoroughly.
Title: The Komos Cycle or Please Teacher (XD)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Word Count: 300
“You are so weird.”
“Shut up. I am no more eclectic in my sexual tastes than you are. We just prefer to express ourselves differently.”
“But seriously, you want me to wear THIS?”
“Yes. Look it won’t kill you.”
“And what are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to stand up here and lecture.”
“You want me to listen to you TALK?! How the hell’s that supposed to get ya off?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the Komos Cycle of epic poetry from Elaphebolios?”
“Hell no!”
“Well you’re going to hear all about them now. In fact, I’ll even read some to you.”
“I still don’t see how this is supposed to be erotic.”
“You will. Now just sit over there and make yourself, ahem, comfortable. I shall begin at the beginning…And with the dawning of the verdant spring, the young sheep herd Talamos did venture into the mountains with his flock. There he lay in his youthful splendor in the meadow, attracting the attention of the spirits of the wood and of the mountain and the clouds and of the very sun god himself. The innocence of Talamos was such that it also drew forth the impure attentions of the incubi and succubae, demons from the depths of hell. And lo, all made themselves manifest before the boy in the full splendor of deity…That means they were naked.”
“Oh…OH! I think I might like this after all. Does it get better?”
“Much. And it goes on for a very long time in very great detail.”
“Okay, I think we can keep going.”
“The front of your uniform tells me that we certainly can.”
“…shut up. Next time it’s my turn and I’m gonna make you beg for it so nyah.”
“…Already into the role. Good. Let’s continue, hmm?”
“…Yes teacher.”
Title: Suck It
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: ChoZo mainly
Word Count: 299
Note: Inspired by the anime, where in practically every episode...
As a reindeer, Chopper understood the mating instinct. It was natural. The urge to procreate drove all animals. But as a man, he learned about something else. Lust, simply for the sake of lust. Other than a few species of primates, only those animals that were also at least partially human experienced the desire to mate for pleasure and procreation. That a body could do more than just produce offspring was novel. That pleasure could be taken from acts less invasive than actual mating was incredible and truly wonderful.
The first time Chopper ever had a blowjob, he’d nearly passed out as he came. Of course it was his first sexual experience, but even after he’d had intercourse, the appeal of having his organ of procreation in someone’s mouth simply for the sake of his own, and sometimes his partner’s, pleasure remained highest on his list of sexual enjoyment. Indeed, the doctor preferred them to any other act and he did his best to make sure that he got sucked off whenever an opportunity presented itself. He secretly fancied himself something of a connoisseur and ranked all of his partners.
His nakama were the best of course, but even among them he had preferences. The girls were good, but they were girls and so didn’t know the VERY best things to do. Sanji’s mouth was a bit too soft, Luffy could be a bit too rough, and Usopp’s nose had a tendency to stab him in the stomach. That left Zoro as the best. And it was a fine day indeed when the young reindeer man learned the meaning of the words ‘oral fixation’ and that they could be applied quite aptly to the swordsman. After that day, Chopper never missed an opportunity to throw himself at Zoro’s face.
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But if you ever wanted to write more AceZo, I CERTAINLY wouldn't object. *huge grin*
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Shanks as a voyeur and making up the stuff Ben and Mihawk are saying cracks me up really bad for some reason. XD And... bologna and whipped cream? Dear me. That sounds so gross. XDDDD OH! And Chopper is a dirty slut and dolphins have sex for fun. That's all. XD