♥︎ GOOD WITH THEIR HANDS ...
... GOOD WITH THEIR FINGERS ♥︎
Synopsis: Their hands are one of their main tools in combat. Turns out they're also their main tool for pleasuring you. Characters: Sabo, Nico Robin, Doflamingo, Black Maria, Sanji, Koala - seperate. Content: Fem!reader, fingering... lots of fingering... thats literally what every character will be doing just in different ways. -> Content warnings will be at the start of every characters section bc they all differ (content warnings are mainly for Doffy + Maria tbh cause they're mean freaks)
SABO
CW: pet names, teasing/edging, implication of oral sex, inappropriate use of... fighting technique?
"Fuck," you moan with your head pressing back into the pillow like you wantwd it to swallow you.
Sabo has three fingers inside you. The room being filled by the sounds of your moans and your pussy squelching each time he pulled them out only to press them back in.
Occasionally he curled them, causing an involuntary sounds to leave you to which Sabo always reacts differently to. You're almost sure that with each new sound you make he internally catalogues them.
"You doing alright, love?" His smug voice asks you, curling and pressing right in your sensitive spot that has you clenching around him.
"St-stop teasing me, you asshole." You manage to say once he brings his fingers out again before he pushes them back in once more, making your back arch upwards, hips thrusting to try and get more of him in while a cry leaves your lips.
You'd been at this for what felt like hours but in reality was probably no more than thirty minutes.
Sabo has always had a high libido and the stamina to match it. You, however, have never matched him in such a department. So it often resulted in situations like these-
With him constantly & enthusiasticly pleasuring you in anyway he can: often with his fingers which can curl exactly where you need them with his freaky dexterity learned from his dragon claw maneuver, and with you being left constantly on edge with him never wanting to have you cum too quickly.
His fingers had shocked you going into your relationship, the first time he'd moved them the way you're almost certain only he can and you still don't understand how. You often switch between thinking of it as a curse and a blessing depending on whether Sabo wants to tease you or not.
He often does.
Sabo hums lightly, speeding up his fingers which has you letting out a small gasp. "'m not teasing you, I'm pleasing you."
You let out a slight laugh at his terrible rhyme but decide to remove one of your clenched hands from the sheets to grip the back of his head, pulling his head and eyes up to meet yours. "It'd please me more if you let me come already, you insatiable freak."
Sabo blinks like an owl, tilting his head, before letting out a laugh of his own, leaning forward & kissing you softly, his lips tangling with yours. You sigh into it, even feeling your building climax, the kiss relaxes you and you feel some of his strands of hair brush against your cheek.
When he pulls apart, your eyes flutter open and look into his hazel as he asks you against your lips: "Well why didn't you say so earlier?"
You don't have time to argue or even think about saying: "I did, you're just an asshole who didn't listen!" Because his fingers speed up once more, curling and his thumb presses against your clit.
You come quickly after. Letting out a cry as your toes curl, legs shake and Sabo's fingers ride you through it.
You think you might've blacked out but when you open your eyes again, you look up and see Sabo sucking his fingers covered in you, with a dangerous look in his eyes. He looks down before his head dips and his tongue prods you.
NICO ROBIN
CW: inappropriate use of df e.g multiple hands serving as bondage and just... lots of pleasure. edging, teasing, overstimulation, pet names like naughty girl and good girl, praise kink.
Her devil fruit was very handy. It was also very handsy.
She has you spread out, knees on her couch within the library, with one hand holding your wrists together like a rope while two hands on each ankle are holding you down. Theres a hand each for both breasts, twisting and squeezing, while one hand is sprouted beneath your dripping cunt, working fingers into you.
Meanwhile, the one responsible for all of this, sits in front of you in her main chair. Her legs are crossed, there is a book in front of her although you're not sure she's actually reading any of it, and her hand moves to grab her tea cup and take a sip of it while her fingers curl inside you making your breath stutter.
You've already cum once, simply from her hands and the attention to your breasts, but Robin hadn't stopped and watched with a serene smile as you writhed with tears forming in the corner of your eyes and your breath coming out in quick pants.
"Robin," You moan. The woman responds by tweaking your nipple slightly sending a burst of heat down to your core.
"Hm?" She inquires with a hum innocently, like she doesn't know exactly what she's doing. Her fingers curl, her thumb presses lightly on your clit and your back arches, trying to lift from the soft cushion of the couch but being unable to as one of her duplicate hands holds you down.
You almost let out a cry from the pressure but Robin forms a hand on your mouth before you can. When you look up at her, breathing hard, she gives you a small smile from over her book.
"We can't be too loud, someone from the crew could hear, you naughty girl." Her hands gently fondle your breasts and you watch her gaze drop down to them, filling with lust. "This is a library after all, its disrespectful to make too much noise."
You muffle out an apology beneath her hand which causes a small laugh to leave Robin, one that has her eyes crinkiling shut.
"You'll be a good girl and keep quiet?" She asks, opening her eyes once more to peer at you. You feel a heat rise in you like it always does no matter how many times she calls you that. You give a quick nod as your reply and then Robin is allowing the hand at your mouth to dissipate.
Once she does she presses hard on your clit while her fingers curl and begin to speed up. You bite your lip to hold back a moan while your head dips forward and eyes squeeze shut. Your hips try to rock against her fingers but as soon as you begin, two hands are on your hips holding them down.
A whine leaves you. Robin then forms a hand at your chin, tilting it upwards. She's moved from the seat to now be standing in front of you with a dangerous smile on her face.
Her hand, her real hand, replaces the one at your chin which she summons away and her thumb trails your bottom lip while her fingers rock inside you. Your thighs want to clench together but her hands stop that.
"Are you close?" She asks you softly.
You nod and her smile widens. Her fingers picked up, her attention on your clit only increases and you stifle another sound.
"Ah, such a good quiet girl you've been." She hooks her thumb into your mouth, operating your lips. "Come for me."
Your orgasm hits you and a cry leaves your clips before you can think to stop it. Some drool pools in your mouth, threatening to slip past the corner of your lips.
Her fingers work you through the orgasm until you're shaking and Robin lets you regain your breath before you hear her let out a small disappointed sigh.
"You were doing so well, but you had to go and be loud..." her thumb collects some of your saliva before pressing it back into your mouth.
"Im going to have to punish you for that, no?"
DOFLAMINGO
CW: inappropriate use of df eg. bondage, slapping, edging, mirror sex, rough, slight size difference, slight dub-con because the reader can't really move during any of this?
Strings hold your thighs taut, digging into your skin causing ridges to form that you know the view of only make Doflamingo's grin widen. You're spread out against his clothed lap, but the clothes do nothing to stop the feeling of his bulge against you that only makes you arch hard against him.
He feels it, of course he does, it'd be difficult not to when your back is supposed to be pressed against his chest. Doflamingo tightness the strings that bind your wrists above your head and behind you, interlinking at the back of his head. The position is uncomfortable, its supposed to be. Doflamingo doesn't do comfort, after all.
But the mirror in front of you that forces you to see your humiliated state doesn't do anything to help with the heat you feel right now. You're spread, dripping, and behind you Doflamingo smiles.
"Fufu," he drawls, as his strings tug on your wrists. It causes your back to try and arch further from him in an attempt to escape but one of his hands rests on your lower abdomen and presses you back into him.
"Such a needy girl," he says while his other hand trails across your thighs. They twiddle over the strings encasing your fat like how one might play with the strings of an instrument. His large hands then flatten rubbing over them, before delivering a sharp slap.
You cry out, but you're unable to move despite your body's desire to flinch away. He then rubs at the spot, condescendingly.
"That was for trying to escape me," He tells you, with a voice sweet like poisoned honey set in an obvious trap.
"I wasn't trying to escape," You argue, throwing him a glare in the mirror that is severely unthreatening when your eyes are slightly hazy with unshed tears from the slap.
He tuts in your ear and you see in the mirror as his hand trails to your inner thigh. Brushing against the small hairs of yours that lay there. "It's not good to lie," he says against your ear, nibbling it.
You think to yourself that's rich coming from him but another slap is delivered to your thigh before Doflamingo is spreading your flaps open.
A gasp leaves your mouth unwillingly when two of his fingers plunge right into you, curling in a way that makes your head tilt back. Doflamingo tuts again. His hand against your abdomen rises, grazing your breasts, before reaching your chin. He forces it down and forward, your eyes meeting your own in the mirror.
"You need to see and appreciate what I'm doing for you." His voice rings out with slight offence, like you trying to look away from yourself was you breaking some unsaid rule.
Maybe it was.
Doflamingo's fingers are long and thick. A dangerous combination especially when he begins to pummeling them in and out of you. Your head is forced to keep your eyes on the mirror and you find yourself watching in the mirror how easily he maneuvers in and out of you.
"Plenty of women are dying to be in your position, you know." He whispers before curling his fingers once more.
A moan leaves your lips before you can stop it, and you retain your dignity by snapping back at him, "Really? I'd thought more than half the women in Dressrosa would've been in this position of mine already."
Doflamingo goes still.
His fingers stopping inside you while his grin drops. You see it happen, and you feel a shiver run up your spine. Behind the glasses, you feel his gaze on you through the mirror. It feels like a predators gaze.
"Maybe they have," He says with a worryingly even tone. The fingers holding your chin then grip tighter, painfully. Closing against your jaw. His grin returns, even more feral. "But they'd still beg to be back in it."
You would've screamed if it were not for his fingers locking your jaw so that it could not, when as soon as his words left his mouth, his fingers moved with innane speed, in and out of you.
The noises filled the room. Your legs kicked out before string held them still much like your thighs and you thrashed against him as much as you could with limited mobility while his fingers worked you towards orgasm at quick speeds.
His thumb eventually, roughly, rubbed against your clit and you were seeing stars. Coming against his fingers while they never stopped. Squelching filled the room accompanied by his boisterous laugh.
He kept going even through the wave of your orgasm before finally stopping allowing you a breather. He kisses your cheek, "and that was just the prelude."
BLACK MARIA
CW: Size difference, inappropriate use of df eg. Bondage. dacryphilia, use of pet name: pet, dumbification, begging, same with Doffy, slight dub-con bc the reader can't rlly move during this.
"Oh, come now, you can take this," Maria coos into your ear as one of her large fingers works itself slowly into your dripping pussy, following one already inserted.
You stare up at her grinning face and cold mean eyes looking down on you. Quick pants of breath escape your gaped lips, she watches, amused, as you try to say anything- whether it be a plea, an insult, a beg, you're not sure but only a cry leaves you as she inserts her second finger fully in.
You're so full, yet she's done barley anything. Your saving grace is the fact that despite her fingers being so long, they are slim, and it suits her sadistic needs that you can actually fit two of her fingers in you without breaking fully.
She begins to move them slowly, finding pleasure in the way your body twitches, trying to escape but being unable to, tied up in her webs, stuck and only in place to just take what she's oh so generously giving you.
Your head tilts back as she speeds them up, lightly making small scissoring motions that have you crying out as she effortlessly explores every part of you.
Your mind is blank with only her, like a fog has settled over and your only thoughts consit of Maria's fingers, the urge to come, and the words she whispers to you.
"Now now," she coos once more. Her voice sounds like the loudest thing right now. "There's no need to cry, pet."
Maria's words, belatedly make you realise, your sobs have in fact been coming from the fact you're crying.
"Although, you do make such a beautiful image like this."
Her fingers begin to pick up, and your legs tense where they are against the webs. You cry out and Maria whispers sweet nothings into your ears as she lets her fingers work quicker. Their mobility is limited in, whats to her, your small cunt, but they make do, pumping in and out.
Eventually, she decides to let you off as she sees your breaths picking up, your legs trembling moreso against her webs- she can feel every part of you with them and it sends a thrill of pleasure through her.
"I'll let you cum, if you remind me who you belong to," Maria whispers, words dripped with honey.
With no hesitation you tell her, "You! I belong to you! Please- please-"
Her stained lips grin wickedly and she taps her pipe in hand, before setting it down. Her other hand holds your waist as her one with fingers still working in you, moves her thumb and presses hard on your clit.
You come instantly, crying out in relief as you squirt over her fingers. She watches with half-lided eyes and once your done, brings your fingers to your lips. "You did well," she tells you and you pratically preen at the praise taking her finger into your mouth and cleaning yourself off of her.
SANJI
CW: oral sex (reader recieving), hair pulling, body worship, slow sex
If Sanji is one thing, he's a gentleman. Emphasis on the gentle.
His fingers work themselves into you as a process. Sanji's fingers first open your flaps, his fingers dip into your growing wetness and you watch as he lifts them, he observes before tasting you with reverence, you could've sworn he looked like he was tasting a five star meal and not just your slick.
You think surely I can't taste that good... But you're not quite sure watching his face.
After which, he'll tell you. "You taste, divine, mon amour," and his face is baked in such ecstasy you can't claim otherwise. He dips his head into your folds and licks up your slit, tasting what he can.
You can only grip his hair, causing a moan to burst out of him that sends a vibration through you that you feel with his tongue prodding your hole.
You then feel his fingers return, they'll gather up your slick from your hole and then, his middle will begin to gentley slip in. He lets it move at a slow, rhythmic pace. Meanwhile, his mouth works on giving attention to your bud at random intervals that has you responding vocally and tightening your fingers in his hair that has him responding vocally.
"O-ohh," you find yourself moaning as his fingers curl with a suck to your clit. "Sanji," your voice catches on your words when you feel him prod another finger into your hole while speeding them up slightly.
The cook takes your vocalisation as encouragement and allows his fingers to speed up and focus intently on your clit.
Despite the intensity of his movements, the direct focus he has on you, Sanji's pace is still too slow, working you up steadily. His one hand works into you while his other holds up your thigh. His hand digs into your flesh and he grasps it like it's a squishy toy he doesn't want to break.
You spend another thirty minutes in this state. Sanji fingering you slowly while his other hand trails your thigh and leg, he ended up giving you somewhat of a massage there, before, finally, you got close.
You let him know so, and like a man starved, he becomes quicker and you're cumming in no time.
You're pretty sure you've soaked the bedsheets but Sanji doesn't seem to care as when you look down at his face he's staring up at you like you'd just given him the best gift he's ever recieved with the area around his mouth and his lips glistening with you and his eyes lided with devotion.
KOALA
CW: inexperienced Koala, unintentional edging- she's trying her best
"Are you alright?" Koala's voice slips through your pleasant haze. Her fingers work at a slow pace, slipping in and out of you like Koala is scared if she goes any quicker she'll hurt you.
The pace, despite it's slowness, has you seeing stars. Her fingers are strong, her movements are direct and focused, Koala moves at such a slow pace but you're sure if she moved any faster you'd come already.
You manage to nod at her question, movements hazy. Koala lights up above you, planting a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and with it her chest brushes against yours and you mewl, your back arching upwards slightly.
Her fingers in you curl with the movement, a sharp move, and her thumb presses down onto your clit. You gasp, feeling your climax approaching, but almost sob when she quickly retracts her movements.
"Ah- sorry! I didn't mean- I didn't hurt you right?" She asks, peering down at your face with a frown.
You can't help the small smile that forms on your face. You cup her cheek, kissing her slowly before rubbing her soft skin with your thumb.
"Please, do that again, but quicker," You pratically beg.
Koala blinks down at you like you'd grown a second head but ultimately smiles with a smile of determination on her face.
Her fingers slide into you again, and she begins to move them in and out quicker. A sigh leaves your slips as you feel yourself slowly building to climax again as her fingers work you up and her thumb moves, trying to rub at your clit but mostly rubbing around it and sometimes brushing against it.
Eventually, her pace speeds up, fingers curling in you just right and her thumb manages to find your bud again. She circles and presses down on it in tandem with her fingers and before you know it, your climax is hitting you.
Koala's fingers slow their pace but keep inside you as you come down from your high and she watches your face in curiosity.
"Can we try that again?" She asks once your breathing has slowed. You don't know why you'd ever tell her no.
A/N: I have like 0 sexual attraction to Doffy and Koala, and idk if thats obvious or not from my writing of them. Also, yes. It is infuriating me Doffy's is somehow the longest section of this.
