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Altair- 

It’s another vaguely sunny, mostly gray fall afternoon as Altair finally wakes up, ready to start his day. He really doesn’t feel like doing jack shit today honestly, sore from yesterday’s workout and the rough shift at work. It was a shit fuckin day. He deserves a day to get stoned and relax after that. So that’s what he’ll do today. It’s about 2:30pm when he finally gets off his phone and rolls out of bed, not bothering to shower yet. He can do that before his shift, he’s not worried about it right now. It’s not like he stinks, anyways. Just smells overwhelmingly like him. 

He doesn’t plan to have company or go anywhere until he has to either, pulling his curtains half closed, making himself a pot of coffee, & a bowl of cereal. It’s not what he wants but he needs to get something in his stomach before he starts smoking, so it’ll do for now. He’ll probably order food in an hour or so anyway. He knows his girlfriend would kill him if she knew he still ordered food, especially that Usopp also orders sometimes. But it’s their little secret, and what she doesn’t know about their eating habits won’t hurt her, you know? 

Grabbing his favorite bubbler, he makes his way to his stash on his desk, grabbing his jar of flower, grinder, and lighter and heading off to the living room. He puts on his favorite playlist, Nine Inch Nails coming on first, really setting the mood. Maybe he’ll treat himself extra well today , he thinks to himself, rubbing his hand down his lower stomach and letting it rest right above his groin, a barely there heat forming in his belly. 

Later . For now, he plucks out a few good sized nugs, ripping them apart before putting them in the top of his grinder, letting the tool rip the buds to little pieces for him to smoke. He packs his bowl, using the butt of the lighter to press it down snugly. Finally, he lights up and inhales, that first hit soothing every ache in his bones as it reaches his lungs. He exhales a large cloud of smoke, and sits back, getting comfortable and ready to finish the bowl, and maybe a few more.

Sanji-

Sanji had been a busy bee so far today, tidying the house, meal prepping, and spending all of her “free time” writing and configuring recipes that she plans to use as a slightly guilty peace offering to Zeff, having once again been exiled to the wait staff due to a fight between she and that brute Patty that was most definitely not her fault. The thought alone is enough to make her brow twitch with annoyance. Though ever so dedicated to her task at hand, she was beginning to grow frustrated — none of these damn recipes sounded good. After crumbling up her tenth piece of scribbled on paper, she makes a beeline to Usopp’s streaming room, a sour look etched onto her face. She knew the other man was going to be starting up soon, so she needed to make this trip a brief one. 

Bursting through the door and nearly scaring Usopp out of his gaming chair, she exhales an over-dramatic sigh, leaning on the doorframe exhaustively. After explaining the situation and airing out her frustrations, her partner offers up wonderful advice — why not invite Altair over to their home, surely the other man would help to improve her mood tenfold. A quick glance at the “stream starting soon” timer lets her know that she should be getting a move on, so she is quick to swoop in for a kiss, or four, and leaves the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

She plops down onto the couch, careful not to allow her shoes on the plush fabric, and pulls out her phone, dialing up Altair, or as it reads in her phone, “ Wolfie 🐺💜”. A beat and a ring passes before she is met with that delectably deep voice on the other end, offering her an incredibly warm greeting. That’s all she needs before she begins on her yapping spree — she goes into great detail about her day, about the oh-so frustrating Patty, and finally explains her issue with configuring new recipes. 

“Usopp is going to be starting to stream soon, you know, so he told me I should try inviting you over. I could prepare lunch for you, we could watch a movie or his stream — really we could do anything I just need to get my fucking mind off of this bullshit.”

“Mmmm”, Altair hums in reply to her rant. He’s too high to fully reply to everything she says, so he offers grunts and hums instead, though that isn’t far off from his normal speech anyway, so she doesn’t really feel that anything is off.  Eventually, he gathers his thoughts enough to string together a longer sentence. 

“I’m sorry you’ve had a shit day Princess. Patty is an ass. But I’m so sorry, I can’t right now. M’ high. Don’t drive when high.” His voice keeps dropping lower and lower, a combination of coughing and his natural baritone shining through. 

Altair- 

He hears Sanji’s disappointed whine, though it seems to halt mid noise, as if she suddenly got an idea. She quickly ushers herself off the phone, much to Altair’s confusion. He says his goodbyes, and kind of just sits there for a moment, staring into space while he tries to figure out what just happened. He decides he can’t, and shrugs, moving to turn his music back up again. Metallica blares through his speakers now, and he’s sure his neighbors don’t love him right now, but they’ll get over it, it’s only 3pm again at this point. If their kids can yell and scream at their video games this time, he can blast his damn music. Not like they’re not already cussing up a storm anyway, so what does his shit matter? 

Around an hour later, Altair hears his front door opening. He lazily lifts his head from his pillow, certain it’s one of his friends or partners, and it can’t be Usopp, so it’s either a friend or Sanji. If it’s a friend, he’s so kicking them out, he was literally about to have “me time”. If it’s Sanji, well.. he can wait. He has plenty of time before his shift, & he’s sure he can convince the blond to have a little fun before he has to go to work… but first, he wants to see what she came over for if it is her. He’s happy she’d do that, but he’s rather curious. Did she really come over here to cook for him still?

Sanji- 

Shortly after abruptly hanging up on her partner, she makes quick work of gathering her meager belongings and rushing out of the door — she has a new task at hand, after all, any previously graining thoughts now thrown to the wind. Her newest idea is worthy of a pat on the back, if she can be candid. Mind running a mile a minute, she makes a quick pit stop at the grocery store, gathering up a plethora and then some of ingredients, totaling quite a few large reusable bags. She is simply giddy with excitement as she pulls up to Altair’s home, nearly jumping out of her car. 

Rushing to their front door with bags upon bags lining her arms, she uses her key to let herself in, sure that her partner would not mind her doing so as she has many a time prior. “Wolfie, darling,” she calls out to them, her sing-song voice ringing throughout the home. She rushes past them sitting on their couch, desperate to place the heavy bags down, but not before she places a kiss upon the crown of Altair’s head. Once in the kitchen, she sorts the ingredients respectively, placing things in the fridge if necessary. 

In the blink of an eye she is standing before Altair, proudly showcasing her brightest smile to them. 

“Well hi there, dear,” and with that simple greeting she is once again on a non-stop yap train, detailing her trip to their home, sparing little to no details. She’s nearly out of breath once she finally gets to her point — the reason she is standing here before them, 

“So I decided, if you’re high and cannot drive to me, I would just drive to you! And, of course, I know you always gets hungry after smoking so I bought a few ingredients. I have them with me so I could whip up a thing or two for you.” She is swaying back and forth between her feet, right then left, left then right, and so on and so forth as she waits for their response.

Altair- 

Altair is a little lost right now, one moment he is alone, the next his little rabbit is standing in front of him, yapping away about coming here to cook for him. He’s not upset about anything if this, quite the opposite in fact, it’s just taking him off guard. He is pretty hungry right now, & his girlfriend’s delicious food sounds amazing, so he just nods, smiling slightly because honestly? That’s the best he’s got right now. Words are not coming to him at all, so he leans forward to nuzzle at her belly, offering his thanks through kisses. Then he lays back down on the couch, watching her with half closed eyes, contentment clear in his form. 

As she gets to work, Altair lets the sounds of her bustling around the kitchen lure him into sleep, knowing the smell of the delicious food she makes will be enough to wake him right back up. He’s right, as about 45 minutes later, he’s awoken by the delicious smell of BiBimBap, Kimchi Jigae, and crab rangoons. His stomach loudly growls, & were he more sober, well.. he probably still wouldn’t have been embarrassed honestly. She knew he’d be starving and knows he has a monstrous appetite, which is why she made enough for 3 people. Two of them are his favorites, she’s always so thoughtful. 

His chest is warm, butterflies in his stomach. It’s been a year, but she never stops making him nervous and excited, just by doing the simplest things. Right now, she’s wearing the apron he bought her for Christmas last month, it seems she brought it with her. That melts his heart a little. She loves it so much. God, he’s pretty sure he loves her. It knocks the wind out of him, but he’s not in the mood to analyze it right now. Instead, he stalks up behind her, creeping up to wrap his arms around her waist, placing his chin on her shoulder. She smells delightful, like herself, Usopp, & a wonderful little perfume. He thinks it’s the one Usopp just got her, it smells delicious . There’s a faint undertone of blood in it, & it has him trying not to go wild. Dirty little rabbit, trying her best to entice him into devouring her. She doesn’t have to try very hard, though he knows they both know that.

Sanji- 

Making food for her partner was one of her favorite ways to show affection, always happy to jump on any and every opportunity to do so. And they never disappointed, being sure to eat every single crumb of her cooking with a smile on their face. She was sure this instance would be no different, especially since they had previously gotten high. Sanji was more than happy to serve someone who genuinely appreciated her and her craft. 

A small gasp of surprise rings out in the air, as she was not expecting to be hunted down in the kitchen. The noise quickly morphs into a giggle as she spins around, turning to face the taller of the two. She gives a playful shove to their shoulder, 

“You’re always sneaking up on me, Wolfie! Don’t you even feel the least bit bad for scaring me?” A pout forces her bottom lip out, a cute little expression fit to match her cute little outfit — a pink and flowery ruffled blouse paired with a rather simple white skirt. 

She leans up on her tippy-toes, pressing a fleeting kiss to Altair’s bottom lip. 

“I made all of your favorites. All from scratch, of course,” a pause, she tilts her head to the side, “I bet you’re so hungry now, poor thing! Please, indulge ,” she emphasizes the last word, planning to leave it at that before an idea creeps into her mind, a bright pink blush rising to the apples of her cheeks at the very thought. 

“Or…” she starts, averting her eyes and ushering out her next sentence almost too quickly to catch, “Icouldfeedyou.”

Altair- 

A lazy smirk forms on his face at the sight of her pout and he takes a moment, pretending to ponder her question before looking back at her and simply saying “no.” His smirk is teasing now, clearly getting something out of always being able to startle her like the little rabbit she is. She’s his toy after all, if he wants to stalk her in his own domain, he totally will. 

He leans into the brief kiss, smiling as she explains what she made. His stomach growls in appreciation at the smell. 

“Mmmm.” He rumbles, already ready to dig right in. He doesn’t miss her inflection on the word indulge , piquing his interest. 

She’s into feeding?  

Her next question confirms his thoughts, as does the slow blush creeping across her cheeks. Naughty Rabbit. His smirk widens, hungry, leering. He’s ready to devour both her and the food, and he’s really not sure which he wants first right now. But he knows she’ll make the delicious decision for him, so he just nods, 

“Feed me, little rabbit.” 

He lets her lead him back to the couch while she goes and plates the food for him, ever the diligent chef. There’s an extra pep in her step, & he can tell she is so excited. He’s having a great time checking her out as well, her legs look gorgeous in that skirt, and that blouse is so pretty on her. Compliments her hair and eyes so well. His hunger for her is growing ever steadily. 

Once she has returned, arms full of plates of food, he sits up, reaching to grab the plates from her so she could also sit down. The way her ass looks in that skirt is killer, and if they didn’t have plates in their hands, they would’ve spanked her once by now. Finally, she’s ready to sit down, but he doesn’t expect what she will do next.

Though she puts on a sassy, pouty front, she absolutely adores when her big bad wolf decides to pursue her, loves the thrill that the hunt brings, the thrill of being toyed with until she is inevitably devoured . She really is nothing more than a dirty little rabbit, a teasing thing that feigns obliviousness until it is too late.

She presses her dainty little hand to Altair’s exposed stomach upon hearing it growl — unable to stop herself from doing so as it was presented so obviously for her to touch and dote upon thanks to their cropped t-shirt turned tank top, 

Sanji-

“My patient wolfie waited all this time for me to finish cooking, you must be starving at this point.” Her words are brimming with excitement, and she gnaws on the plush of her lower lip to stop herself from saying something else lest she dissolve into an embarrassed puddle. 

She is taken aback by the knowing smirk she receives in response, unaware of just how obvious she was being. The man before her looks hungry in more ways than one, and what sort of partner would she be if she could not satisfy both urges? Feed me, little rabbit — the words strike her right in the core, her stomach filled with butterflies and heat .

Sanji leads her wolf to the couch, hand in hand of course. She presses a gentle kiss to the back of his hand, whispering, 

“I’ll be right back with the food, darling.” 

All but running, she is quick to disappear back into the kitchen, gathering all of the plates in a true waitress fashion, which she kicks herself for having obtained such a skill from her demoted position. After joining Altair in the living room once more, pleased to find them already sitting comfortably on the couch, she places two of the plates down on the coffee table for ease of access. She keeps the plate of crab rangoons in her hands, however, deciding that this meal would be best served as intended — appetizer first. 

Moving without even fully realizing what she was doing until it was too late, she plops down right on their lap. Once she realizes her predicament, her face turns an impossible shade of red, but she chooses not to comment on it in fear of stumbling over her reasoning for sitting so intimately. She clears her throat to gain Altair’s full attention, as if she did not already have it, and lifts a rangoon up to his lips, a shy smile pulling the corner of her lips upward.

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Altair- 

“How bold of you, little rabbit”, he says, before taking a bite of the Rangoon offered to him, munching thoughtfully, closing his eyes to enjoy the delicious appetizer, & hums his appreciation. If he exaggerates his hum a little, could you blame him? His little rabbit is so obvious, so easy to read, her intentions impure from the start it seems. He wonders what else she has prepared… 

He opens his mouth for her to feed him the rest, shifting her so she’s fully sitting cowgirl style on his lap. He knows she can feel his interest clearly now by the little gasp that comes from her lips, but neither of them comment on it. It’s not time, he’s still too hungry. Soon enough, she places the other half of the Rangoon on his tongue, & he makes sure to lick her fingers before she pulls them away, enjoying her sweet taste along with the Rangoon. 

Her stuttered gasp has a wolfish grin spreading on his face, pleased by how easily he is able to rile her up. If he knew she would get off to feeding him, he would’ve asked her to come over when he was high ages ago. He *loves* that she gets off on providing for him the same way he does for her, showering her with gifts and favors every chance he gets. 

His mate is so beautiful . the thought startles him, so clear and bright in his mind. Mate . Huh. She is his mate… he has a mate . Not just one actually.. but two. His heart feels like it’s going to burst, so he squishes her to him briefly, hugging her tightly and kissing her neck before letting go, offering no explanation. 

Mate . 

His head is already starting to become dreamy, floaty, his hums and noises of affirmation becoming purrs and rumbles, grunts becoming growls. Slowly but surely he’s slipping, but he does his best to keep holding on for a while longer. 

He has so much left to eat, he wants to be in his right mind to taste every dish at least. Then he can devour it mindlessly before devouring her . He desperately wants to give her head, her noises always so pretty whenever he scrapes his teeth along her length or against her pretty little hole. It drives him insane, the sweet praise dripping from her lips in shrieks and screams for more, until she dissolves into a mess of mindless noises, just a little rabbit being bred full yet again, fulfilling her duty to her mate. He has to stop thinking about what they’re going to do, or he’s going to be fully hard before he even finishes eating, and he doesn’t want to ruin the build up, the anticipation of slowly being fed every last bite. He’s going to savor everything he can. 

“Another,” he growls, opening his mouth for more. He’s as greedy as always. Can’t help but get that way with her. Always will be, he thinks. Though he’s sure she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

The way she’s ever so slightly started squirming in his lap pleases him, rumbling his praise. He knows she feels it, he feels her shivering. He feels so powerful, so massive compared to her tiny frame. Oh he cannot wait to make her feel every inch of him. Maybe.. maybe he makes her warm him while she feeds him. The thought has heat curling faster in his gut, and he decides that’s what he’ll do. But first, he’ll finish the appetizer. Can’t go getting ahead of himself, now can he?

Sanji- 

Bold? Perhaps she was not being quite as nonchalant as she believed herself to be when it came to her feeding kink. The very thought of Altair catching onto this so blatantly has her already impossibly red cheeks turning another tinge darker, shyness and embarrassment now running rampant. Though Altair has only taken a singular bite of the rangoon, the bite itself is larger than anticipated as they have already downed half of it as if it were no big deal at all. 

It really should not be, Sanji should not be in awe of how much her partner can down with one bite, should not be feeling her dick aching to stir to life. Alas, here she is — already feeling heat pooling in her lower stomach, threatening to spread to other, more inconvenient areas. She is truly not sure how she is going to make it through the entire plate of appetizers, nor the two additional plates behind her on the coffee table. She was both doomed and gifted with this opportunity. 

Physically perking up upon hearing the larger man’s exaggerated hum of utter appreciation and approval, she is unable to stop herself from questioning how the food tastes, and though she surely knows the answer already, she simply needs to hear the other confess to it — 

“How does it taste? It-It’s good, yeah?” Pleasing her wolf is always on the forefront of her mind, especially in a tense situation such as this. 

A hushed gasp escapes her as she is abruptly manhandled, now fully sitting cowgirl style on Altair’s lap. At this particular angle, she is able to feel their interest in the situation. She does not have time to dwell on this as the other man is opening his mouth again already, eager for another bite — and who is she to deny them such a request? She places the remaining half of the rangoon in their mouth, shivering as she feels their tongue brushing against her fingers to lick the remnants off. 

Greedy , she thinks to herself, simply over the moon to have found a partner who is willing to not only humor her but to take interest in her rather obscure kinks. Her breath is already labored at this point, and she is clearly struggling to keep herself in line. 

Sanji cannot believe what she is actually doing in the moment — this scenario is certainly not new to her, as she has replayed a much similar scene in her head dozens of times, but to have things playing out right before her eyes is more than enough to have her panties begin to feel constricting. And her partner is doing so well . Emphasizing each appreciative hum, eager for the next bite to come. What she would give to feed Altair every meal they consume.

God , what she would give to cock warm him whilst feeding him the remainder of the dishes. To feel his dick twitching deep inside her as his palate is pleasured by delicious foods. If she isn’t careful she could slip up, release a rather pent up whine, a pitiful little thing that surely would expose her if her actions alone have not already. The anticipation of what is to come, of what could come, is enough for now.

Another — the growl has her moving all too quickly, grabbing a second rangoon and lifting it to her beloved’s open mouth. Though she is less surprised by the large bite, the very action still has her insides twisting about. The urge to just shove an entire one in his mouth is nearly overwhelming. As she continues feeding him, she absentmindedly begins to rock her hips in a forward and backward motion against the larger man’s thigh, speeding her movements up slightly as each rangoon is consumed. She cannot stop herself from spewing praises — 

“You’re doing so well , my darling. So proud of you for eating your fill. Why don’t you go ahead and eat my portion as well, I can tell you are still hungry.”

Altair- 

“ Delicious .” he growls to her query on how it tastes a few rangoons later, too eager to consume to try to come up with a response. He’s become impatient, the combination of the delicious food reminding him just how hungry he is and the feeling of his little rabbit unthinkingly grinding herself against his thigh as she feeds him has him starting to lose his mind again. He grabs her hip with one of his hands, urging her to grind faster, harder against him as he chews, his other hand guiding her to begin placing the entire rangoon in his mouth, closing around the bite the second it touches his tongue. If he nips her fingers a few times well. Call him overeager, because he’s starving for more. 

By the time he’s finished the appetizer, both of them are panting. Altair’s growls and groans of appreciation are becoming more frequent, his darling’s praise driving him to take more and more. His demands for more becoming all the more aggressive as well. *It’s not enough*. Whether he’s talking about the barely there stimulation from his rabbit brushing against him every so often as she grinds, or the fact that he still feels like his stomach is so empty , he is unsure. Both are likely. 

Frustrated, he forces his princess to move further down his thigh towards his knee, bouncing his leg a few times just to hear her whine. It pleases him greatly when he’s rewarded with one, a growl of appreciation spilling from his throat. That impatience is back in full force as he begins to paw at the front of his jeans, sloppily struggling to open them. 

He eventually manages, pawing his dick out and into the open air, groaning as his hard flesh twitches in the much cooler air around it. Lifting his rabbit, he positions her to hover over his cock while he reaches under her skirt. Feeling the lacy little panties she’s wearing has him growling again, but the surprise he feels at the top of her butt has him leaning forward to harshly bite at her neck, licking up the blood before it can pool or spill, a wonderful addition to his palate.

“ Naughty, Naughty little rabbit. Little minx. Such a teasing girl, but oh so good for me. Rabbit got herself some rabbit panties just for Master? Such a good little bitch. Just begging for master to breed her while she feeds him. Oh, I will, little rabbit. You’ve asked for this, do not forget. ” 

With that warning, he rips her panties to the side, fingers grazing over her hole as he does, stopping in his tracks as he feels a wetness already there. His entire body shudders, the rumbling groan rising from the base of his chest and filling the room. 

“ Whore. You will warm me, and you will feed me. I’ll fuck you when I please, & I expect you to keep feeding me every bite. Make no mess, drop none of my food, for if you do , there will be hell to pay .”

With this, he lifts her up, confident she’s prepared enough with the sheer amount of wetness he felt, & her willing and eager attitude, and thrusts himself deeply within her, howling as he does. It’s a perfect, albeit very snug fit, and he can feel her walls fluttering and clenching around him, making him hiss. 

“ Feed me .” 

He demands again, still yet to be satisfied. The blonde is shivering and shaking in his lap, not having expected such swift movement, and it just fuels his need for her even more. He hopes this is everything she wanted, needed, as she goes to shakily grab another plate, careful not to even drop a single morsel. This time, she carefully mixes and adds gochujang sauce to his BiBimBap, preparing it for him just as he likes before offering him the first bite, watching oh so closely as he closes his lips around the spoon, moaning at the taste.

Sanji- 

Of course the appetizer was utterly delicious and delectable, she was the one who whipped it up after all. She simply could not stop herself from seeking the ever so sweet praise that her partner would inevitably provide. Both the rate and ferocity at which Altair was consuming the rangoons makes her feel so hot . 

Having the opportunity to feed the other man was enough on its own, but to have them eating with such a great level of enthusiasm was almost more than she could handle. With that thought in the forefront of her mind, her hips are encouraged to speed up ever so slightly. She’s panting out her breaths now, and most certainly struggling for air as Altair allows her to place an entire rangoon in his mouth. Once again, greedy. As they should be.

Once Altair finishes the appetizer, Sanji places the plate haphazardly behind her, hands near immediately finding purchase upon her sweet darling’s exposed tummy, beginning to rub oh-so gently in a soothing motion. Shyly and with a hint of hesitancy, she raises her eyes to seek out her partner’s, searching for any sign of a negative reaction. Of course the wolf would adore a belly rub , she thinks to herself, being sure to contain her giggle behind her lips. She lets silence fall between them for a beat as she continues her ministrations before she speaks up, albeit a tad out of breath, 

“I’m so happy that you enjoyed the rangoons, my dear. You ate so well.” She begins babbling on and on at this point, unable to keep her comments and praises to herself.

Her yapping is brought to a sudden halt as she finds herself being forced further down Altair’s leg, which is now bouncing up and down, a motion that provides even more of that oh-so sweet friction that she craves. Unable to stop the whine from bubbling up her throat, she is quick to match the motion, grinding harder . She gasps upon getting an eyeful of the other man’s dick, his interest in the situation rather evident and apparent. 

Upon feeling her dear wolfie’s fingers prodding her panties, she is immediately aware of the particular pair that she slipped on with him in mind before leaving her home earlier. She was about to ask what the other thought of them but she breaks off into a scream instead, a harsh bite to her neck more than sufficient enough to stop her in her tracks. Baring her neck in total and complete submission, she grasps onto Altair’s biceps to steady herself.

Sanji dumbly nods along to her partner’s lovely teasing words — she is nearly gone already and the two are only just getting started. 

“A-always a good bitch for you, master. Have-have got to indulge you like you do for me,” her tone is a bit whiny, stumbling over her words. Yet another gasp rings through the air as the pretty little panties are being pulled to the side, her hard work now on display for her wolf. 

“It would be my honor to warm you, master. I promise to not make a mess. I won’t waste even a single bit of food — it’s all for you, always for you,” she is quick to reply, all too eager as her fantasy is not becoming a reality before her eyes.

Suddenly, she is being thrusted into, a single swift motion. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream, whimpers and high-pitched moans beginning to fall out as she feels Altair throbbing inside of her, growing impossibly bigger as each second passes. She wills herself to stay still, to not start bouncing. No, she still has a task at hand. Feed me — oh the other simply could not have said something hotter to her at the moment. 

“O-of course, master,” and with that, she grabs another plate and prepares it just to his liking before scooping some up on a spoon and offering it to him, eager to see and hear his response. The moan does not disappoint in the slightest, and she immediately brings another spoonful to his lips, ready to feed her wolf the entire plate.

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Altair-

As his little rabbit feeds him the next bite, he paws at her belly now, returning the soothing belly rub with a much more teasing touch, pressing down where he can feel himself inside her. The resulting gasp and delicious clenching around his aching dick fuel his fire even more, eating oh so messily, much too focused on devouring every spoonful to care about crumbs. A mix of moans, groans, pants and growls continuously sound from the man, his hunger endless, seemingly insatiable. He’s sure his rabbit can feel him twitching inside her when she feeds him particularly large bites, as she continues to shovel as much food as she possibly can onto his spoon. His next bite is perfect , a wonderful blend of all the flavors and ingredients of the dish, and he decides to show his appreciation by thrusting up into her a couple times, aiming dead on for her prostate. 

“Good rabbit, give me more. I’m so hungry .” His voice is a low growl, his demands accentuated by harsh grinds deep inside her.  

He never knew he’d be into being fed like this, especially not fed while being cockwarmed and fucking, but fuck does he love it. Watching her get so riled up, getting off on feeding and watching him eat the meal she cooked for him is almost as delectable as the food itself. She’s almost beside herself with want, clenching rhythmically around him. He’s sure he could make her cum like this and honestly? He wants her to. Let her cum into his food, he’ll eat it up with gusto. 

“Little rabbit, I will say this once, and only once. You have free permission to cum, under these conditions: you cum untouched, you season my food with it, I expect not a single drop to land anywhere else, and you will feed every last bite to me, of every meal you’ve made today, and then and only then will I properly breed you.”

He’s panting out the words, so incredibly turned on too, this new kink of hers loves bringing out even more parts of him he didn’t know he had, things he didn’t know he needed. Though he hadn’t expected it, the way she had given him such a sweet belly rub with praise piled on top has him craving that and more. He knows she wants to feel the evidence of her feeding him so much, and he wants her to, wants to watch her eyes dilate as she realizes his tummy has started to grow, full of her delightful cooking. He takes the plate from her with his free hand, holding it, and using his other to guide her to continue her ministrations, before going back to his own, plate still held up within her reach. He still wants her to feed him, but he wants her to feel it too. Anything she wants from him, he’ll give it to her, especially at this moment.

Another bite full is spooned into his awaiting mouth, with him meeting her halfway this time, staring deep into her eyes while he slowly takes his time to chew and swallow, watching her eyes follow the motion of the food down his throat. It makes his smirk twist into something more like a Cheshire grin, pleased to see her watching him so closely.  He can feel  himself throb again seeing her desire so plainly on her face, and he resolves to make her cum before eating another bite, too desperate to watch her put her mark all over his food again. 

He’s never been more ready to eat everything she gives him, has never felt a hunger so deep, reaching places inside him that go beyond physical need. The pace at which he begins immediately thrusting at has her nearly bouncing off his lap, barely managing to hang onto him and the spoon still clutched in her hand, still so focused on her orders, feeding her master no matter what. 

Altair is so proud of Sanji. Despite how roughly and ruthlessly he’s begun periodically thrusting into her at, she has not spilled even a drop of bibimbap. Altair on the other hand.. his mouth and lower face are covered in a mess of sauce and rice, enjoyment visible everywhere on his body. 

“Doing so well for me rabbit, feeding me so good, tastes fuckin perfect, fuck , I need more .”

Sanji-

Sanji involuntarily lurches forward upon feeling an insistent hand upon her tummy, right where the other can surely feel an outline of their own dick pressing through the skin. She is quick to move, placing her own over Altair’s, urging him to press down harder , to really feel their own dick nestled inside of her. Always quick to offer praise, she begins her onslaught, 

“Feel that? That’s all you , my darling,” her voice is utterly dripping with sweetness, 

“ Oh , you’re just so deep inside of me, filling me out so well, hitting all of the right places. I’m all yours, inside and out. All that is left to do is place your mark — mark your territory within me.” Her words are utterly filthy, but she knows Altair will be ever so appreciative. 

A gasp, a moan, a whine, noises are non stop streaming from her lips at this point, and such are greatly emphasized as she feels the other man twitching within her after every bite. She loves watching her partner ruin themselves  for her sake, messily eating and enjoying every bite that is offered to them. Cooing to him, she starts up again, 

“Goodness, my wolfie is just so messy. That’s ok though, that’s what I am here for,” with that, she leans further into them and begins lapping at the sauce and crumbs that are around their mouth, moaning at the sheer taste. She is only brought back to Earth by a sudden thrust, an immediate hit directly to her prostate. Sanji moans brokenly right in their face, unfathomable pleasure coursing through her.

Once she is able to gather herself, she is back to feeding her partner, her motions sped up as she rides the shockwaves of pleasure. At this point she is feeling desperate to watch more be consumed. She falls into a rhythm, spoon feeling her partner, leaning in to clean up any mess left behind, and praising for a job well done. Upon hearing a gruff voice calling out for her attention, she halts, listening carefully as each naughty syllable falls from Altair’s lips. 

“Thank you for allowing me to cum, master. It is a privilege I will not take lightly. I will be sure to season your food to your expectations,” she is quick to promise, breathless and panting nonetheless.

Sanji is absolutely thrilled when the plate is taken away from her, a sign of permission to continue her previously doting behavior. With little to no hesitation, her hands are once again on Altair’s tummy. Eyes widening upon feeling the evidence of her hard work, the distention slight but there . This only encourages her to double her efforts, spooning bite after bite into Altair’s waiting mouth. 

“You’re doing so lovely, my sweet wolfie. Eating every last drop. I can tell you’re still hungry though, let’s get back to work,” she is babbling out praises at this point, desperate to let her partner know just how appreciative she is for them allowing her to indulge in such a way.

Shivers are sent down her spine as Altair holds eye contact with her, emphasizing his chewing pattern and making a show of swallowing. She whimpers, entranced by the show being put on right before her eyes. Both between this and the resumption of thrusts, she is simply done for. The cherry on top? Altair’s sweet, sweet praise and begging for more food. Feeling herself reaching her peak, she grabs the plate from Altair and places it near her dick, cum landing directly onto the food and nowhere else. She looks down at the food, now defiled with her essence and then brings her attention back to her wolfie. Panting out little breaths of air, she begins to feel an all too familiar feeling bubbling up inside of her, and right on cue, her nose begins to bleed.

Feeling more than seeing her peak approaching, Altair lets her grab the plate from his hand, eyes intently watching between her face and her cock, throwing his head back and groaning low and long as he watches his little rabbit completely cover the last of the rice dish in her own special little sauce. It has him losing his mind, almost reaching to grab a fist full to shove into his mouth, but he stops in his tracks the second he sees her nose start to bleed. Quickly, he grabs  her wrist and lifts the plate to sit right below her now bloody, dripping nose. Altair is pretty certain he short circuits for a moment, staring as the blood begins to drip down and into his food, howling when it does, mixing in with all the other flavors. 

That’s when he truly loses it, and really does just grab a handful, bringing the plate close to his face immediately shoving it in his mouth, completely desperate , whining out his appreciation for such a wonderful mix of flavors. The color in his eyes has completely disappeared, replaced by massive black holes, lust and hunger clearly visible in them, and not much else. 

They’re a mess, food and blood and cum staining their lips, cheeks, & hand, chewing greedily before swallowing with another moan. He repeats this until the plate is finished, quite literally licked clean, as his princess then licks his face and hand clean. It pleases him that she’s so dedicated to taking care of him that she’s cleaning him with her mouth, lapping away their sins to be replaced with many more. 

Words are starting to move beyond his capabilities, his beast clawing its way more fully to the surface. The only things he knows right now are “Rabbit”, “feed me”, “more”, & “ breed ”, and his little rabbit is nothing if not obedient, turning to grab the last dish, a beautiful stew with rice, a meal he can’t eat with his hands anymore, leaving him once again heavily reliant on her to feed it to him, much to her delight he’s sure. 

Setting the bowl of rice to their side, Sanji gets a spoonful before dipping it into the broth of the stew, soaking it in the bright red sauce. Before she can do anything else, he stops her from moving the bowl, moving her arms so it rests below her face, just watching as the last of her nosebleed drips into it, darkening that beautiful red. 

She lifts it up to his mouth and he swallows half the spoon in his greed, making sure to take his time to chew for her still, knowing she’d scold him for anything less. It’s just as delectable as the last two meals, if not more so as her blood once again coats his palette, his resounding growl one of applause for her work. He had paused his thrusting previously, much more intent on watching her ruin herself, now once again picking up rhythm, feeling himself getting closer to his own orgasm. 

“ Not yet, ” he growls, mostly to himself. He refuses to cum until he’s finished eating everything she gives him, his little rabbit went out of her way to take care of him, he will show his appreciation for it.

If she truly decided to feed him every meal, he thinks he’d let her. Especially if she keeps adding her secret ingredients to them. Being fed and fucked like this is unlike anything he’s experienced before, the addition feeding his own kinks too. When he’s in sound mind again, he’ll tell her that. Maybe she’ll let him cook for her too….

Sanji- 

Blue eyes seek out her lover’s own periwinkle ones as her blood slowly drips onto the plate of food; she holds the gaze until shivers begin to form as she witnesses a familiar feral look etching its way across Altair’s features. This look in particular turns her the fuck on, a look that means things are about to get hot . 

“This is all for you, my dear. My blood, my cum, it’s all for you,” she manages to pant out, now beginning to come down from her high. She coos at the other man upon hearing his little whimpers, lifting her free hand up towards his face, cradling his cheek within the palm of her hand.

“My sweet wolfie, are you enjoying the food? Are you enjoying yourself?” She doesn’t necessarily expect an answer, more so just checking in with him for any sort of negative reaction that may arise.

She witnesses the snap occur within the other man, now shoving the food in his mouth on his own accord, as messy as ever. Sanji swoops in when needed, licking up any sauce or crumbs that don’t make their way into his mouth. She feels an intense urge to clean her wolf, hell, to groom . And so she does, diligently. Licking at his face, hands, and lips to ensure each area is as spotless as she can manage. 

Sure, she is getting some of her own blood and cum in her mouth, but none of that matters, besides, though filthy, it’s hot . She returns each whine with a whimper, each moan with a praise — she cannot shut up. 

“You’re doing so well mon chéri, eating to your heart’s content, savoring each bite. Taking such big bites, chewing so diligently, swallowing so nicely ,” her hand drops from his face and now rests upon his throat. She lets out a dirty moan as she feels him swallow another mouthful of food.

Pleased that Altair has finished yet another plate, she gives his tummy a gentle pat, her lips pulled into a bright smile, an angelic thing greatly contrasting her actions. 

“Good job, wolfie! Let’s move on to another one — I just know you’re going to love it. Open wide, my darling.” 

With that she offers up the now bloody stew to her partner’s mouth, ushering it inside as soon as the other opens up. She is quick to follow that bite up with several others, each bite paired with a whimper or praising phrase. She was practically preening at this point, so pleased with what her wolf had delved into. Though she had just cum, she cannot help but to feel hot all over again. Especially with the nonstop twitching of the large cock still nestled oh-so deep inside of her pulsing as a reminder.

What she would give to have the chance to feed Altair on a regular basis — to warm him and care for him whilst he enjoys his meal to his heart’s content. It’s truly what the other deserves, a warm meal and a tight hole to rest his cock inside. So she tells him this. 

“Such a good boy . I could feed you anytime, any day, my darling. I live to wait on you, I live to fulfill you.” She tightens up, relishing in the noise she prys from his throat.

Altair- 

Altair is lost in the flavors of his dear Rabbit’s precious stew. The tang of iron strong in his palate, it compliments the strong flavors and aromas well, and fuels his list further. He’ll truly never tire of drinking his princess’ blood like this, he’d add it to every meal if she let him. 

What a dream that would be. He’s pulled out of his fantasies by her sweet, crooning voice. The words have him melting, his beast thrilled at the praising words, the promise of utter loyalty and devotion as well as the tightening of her muscles making him desperately whine, bucking up into her, needing to be *deeper*. 

“ More ,” he desperately gasps out, words slowly turning to a whimpering growl, “ feed .” 

He needs her to feed him more than he’s ever needed anything. Incapable of doing it himself anymore, he needs her to dote on him, needs to prove how well he can eat what she provides, how grateful and starved he is for anything she makes, and how well he’ll reward her for doing so. These needs thrum through his entire being, no thoughts capable of forming outside of these. 

As she continues to feed him, the closer and closer they get to the end of the meal, the harder and deeper he grinds himself into her, movement unceasing. Every bite is moan or growl worthy, praises of the highest degree that he can offer right now, his throbbing cock praise in its own right. They’re almost finished, and she’s doing so good. The need to tell her that overcomes the fog of feral lust, so he does, stilted, but audible. 

“ Go-od ra-rabbit. Goo-d G-gir-l .” Any clarity is once again swallowed away with the next bite, his stomach feeling so full , he’s almost satisfied, needs to finish his meal, & then dessert. They finally reach the last bite before the broth, and he feels her put her hand to his throat again as she puts the spoon to his mouth. Reaching up, he holds her hand there, urging her to squeeze lightly. Not enough to interrupt him swallowing or breathing, but enough that she really feels it going down. 

Sanji- 

The only thing left of the stew is the broth, which Altair greedily and messily gulps down, broth often streaming down his chin, too overeager in his tilt of the bowl. She licks that up too, like the good girl she is. He’s finally finished, his appetite for food satiated for now. His appetite for her is still far far from satisfaction. 

He reminds her of this with a feral grin, all stained and sharp teeth, and a *harsh* thrust, almost bouncing her out of his lap if it weren’t for his hold on her tiny waist. Oh how tiny her waist and stomach look in comparison to his, so much more distended than before. He brings her hand back down to his stomach, forcing her to rub and feel just how full he is, thanks to her. 

He’s done waiting to breed her, the urge stronger than ever as he easily lifts her off of his lap, throwing her over his shoulder as he stands, her pert ass right beside his face. The sight is too tempting to resist, so he turns to the side and bites, hard. there’s a circular indentation of his teeth on her cheek, quickly welling up and spilling blood which he greedily licks up once again. He’s growling by the time they reach his bedroom door, which he nearly rips off the hinges in his desperation to get inside. Any semblance of sanity has been replaced by the need to breed, now . 

Altair throws Sanji into the bed, quickly prowling over and crawling over to her. She doesn’t get to stay where she is for long, as Altair manhandles her into a kneeling downward dog position as he mounts her from behind, thrusting deeply inside. Her resulting scream has him howling in response, pounding into her mindlessly from the start.

Sanji- 

More. Feed . — who was she to deny her dear wolf? 

“Of course, my sweetheart. Let’s get you nice and full,” she coos out, wasting no time in gathering up another spoonful and placing the food right on Altair’s tongue for them to enjoy. Her darling sounds downright pitiful , and she is filled with an overwhelming sense to provide and dote upon. So she does, continuing to clean up their mess, carefully caressing their quickly filling tummy, and offering honey-sweet words when she can manage. 

“You’re almost done, wolfie. Eating so well for me — you have made me so happy.”

A litany of moans escapes from her, growing in volume the harder and deeper the wolf grinds themselves into her, hitting her sweet spot with great accuracy each time. Despite her dearest being taken over by such primal instincts, they still know just how to make her sing. She takes in each pleasured growl that Altair offers to her  and stamps it into her memory, not wanting to forget the lovely sounds her lover produces. 

It isn’t until she hears them attempting to speak that she halts her feeding. Her heart is twisting and beating out of her chest at the admission, and she cannot stop herself from swooping in and pressing a heated kiss to her master’s lips in a desperate attempt to show her complete and utter appreciation. 

“Oh, wolfie. You make your rabbit so happy. Please hear me and know it to be true,” she has yet to move away from their lips, speaking these words against them.

Finally, the two reach the final bite of food. She allows her hand to be guided to Altair’s throat, and she offers it an ever so gentle squeeze, a bit desperate to feel the food traveling down. A nearly pained whimper flies from her mouth as she feels it, her brows furrowing in a pleasured expression. Next, she watches the broth being greedily drained from the bowl. She is quick to lap up any drips that don’t find their way into Altair’s mouth. 

Once they are finished, she has an eyeful of their feral grin, the look sending heat straight to her core. The thrust she next receives nearly has her eyes crossing — she is feeling every inch of her lover’s cock, and she absolutely loves it. Happily rubbing at their tummy, she uses both hands, soothing the warmed flesh beneath her palms and uttering sweet praises. She did that . She fed him to his fill . 

Her thoughts continually race with comments such as those until she is lifted off of her wolf’s lap and hoisted up into the air. She can’t stop the whine from bubbling up as she now feels almost painfully empty. The whine morphs into a cry as she receives a hard bite to her ass cheek, sure to leave a mark if not a dark bruise. 

Before she can gather her thoughts, she is being thrown into Altair’s bed, a plush thing that smells so deeply of the other man. She inhales deeply, toes curling as she gets a whiff of something that is so uniquely tied to her wolf. God , she wants him.

Altair begins thrusting into her at an animalistic pace, paying no mind to her sobs or screams, in fact, only using such sounds as an indicator to speed up, thrust deeper, harder . And she loves it. Loves being nothing more than a breeding bitch for her wolf, a warm hole for him to use and take from as he sees fit. Tears are welling up in her pretty eyes now, staining the pillow beneath her. She cries out for her lover,

“Master! S-so good! Filling me up so well!”

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Altair- 

The little rabbit’s cries reaching his ears act like water on a grease fire, fanning the flames explosively. Her praise never fails to rile him up, and her tears make him want to make her cry harder. So he does, pressing his chest against her back, changing the angle, & slamming home, his growls and huffing pants echoing directly into her ear. 

He wants her to hear just how good she makes him feel. With one arm holding him up balanced in front of her, his other hand is clawing at her chest down to her navel, making sure to rake his nails over her nipples, the action and stimulation more than she was expecting as she sobs . That gets him going again, his thrusts short and hard, nearly forcing her out of his grip with how hard she shoves forward. 

The slapping of their skin fills the room, though often drowned out by the sounds of screams, moans, & howls. It’s nasty, bloody, rough , & feels so fucking good . Altair is panting in her ear, nuzzling into her neck and biting her, over and over until he’s satisfied, soothing each and every bite with kitten licks and small kisses, a semblance of clarity in the actions, his love for her shining through even when he’s out of his mind with lust and primal needs. 

” Filling me up so well!!”  

The words ring in his ears, over and over. Fill. That word . it’s stuck in his head, he can’t stop repeating it. He needs to fill her, fill her full. Cum isn’t enough, not truly full. He wants to be able to feel how full he’s made her, just as she had done to him, and he needs it to mark her as his . His bitch, his rabbit, his princess, his . Suddenly, a clear idea shines through his feral mind. Piss . He’ll piss in her, fill her until she’s bloated, until she reeks of him, until she never forgets the feeling of him keeping her so full . 

“ Fill ,” he growls, pressing his chest fully to her back, reaching under her with one arm to grab at her stomach. “ full ”, he implores again, desperately trying to express what he wants. He needs to mark her as his, needs her to be full of him, and just breeding her isn’t enough . He needs her to smell so deeply of him that no one else would ever dare approach her, never dare approach what is his. His territory . He needs her to know. 

“Ma-rrk mm-y ter-rit-or-y, piss, full. ”

Her reaction to his words has him snapping once again, fucking into her solely for his own pleasure, chasing his own orgasm, to fill her, to cum, to piss . He needs it, needs it more than he’s ever needed anything else, & she needs it too. He knows she needs it too. His beast is rotating between roaring and purring, & so is he, so, so close . He can feel it. Just needs one more push. His rabbit gives it to him, her final push of placing his hand over the bulge he’s creating in her stomach, and he’s sent over the edge, his howl vibrating both of their chests as he forces his way deeper inside of her. 

He cums hard , and more than he has in a while. It’s hot , and he’s so satisfied , but he’s not done yet. Taking a moment to stop, breathe, & relax, he waits. It takes a minute, her desperate whimpers making his cock twitch in interest again, distracting him, but finally, he can feel it. It’s only small spurts at first, short and hard, but he’s peeing. 

After the initial release, it’s easy to just let go fully now, so he does, moaning low and long as he feels it filling her up, rushing around his dick as some escapes, and it’s so hot, her body temperature and his piss so incredibly warm, he shivers. It’s almost enough to get him hard again, but he’s determined to keep filling her first. 

Altair whimpers as he starts to feel her stomach bloat, his piss truly filling her so full , just like he needed, just like she did to him. Finally, after what feels like forever but was probably only a minute, he’s finished, his bladder fully emptied, all inside of her. He’s groping and rubbing at her belly, swollen with him . He can almost imagine it’s her swollen with his pups, and the thought is enough to get him hard again inside of her. Leaning down, he growls, 

“ Full, Me, Pups, Mine .”

Sanji-

Sanji loves when her darling wolf becomes an absolute feral mess — using her body for their own pleasure, urging her to cry out repeatedly for them. That is really all she is good for, to be used and wrung dry over and over again until she has nothing left to give. Even then, happily allowing her partner to devour her further until they have their own fill. She is a giving lover, it is ingrained in her. The little rabbit takes care of her wolf — that is just how it is. 

Feeling Altair pressing his chest into her back, desperate to get as close to her as possible, has her feeling utterly giddy. That paired with the newfound angle has her down right screaming into the pillows, shrieking upon each thrust delivered. The rough growls next to her ear sufficiently make her weak, her last grasp to reality now drifting off accordingly. She is making them feel good. Her body is giving them pleasure. Feeling a strong arm raking down her body is only adding to the immeasurable ecstasy that she feels, especially as the hand rakes down her nipples, an oh-so sensitive spot for her.

She barely manages a string of praises, 

“Yes, my wolfie! Filling me up so good, so perfectly! Make me whole with you, one with you!” 

Surely she is babbling at this point, just desperate to let her lover know just how good they feel deep inside her, just how well they fill her out. Rough biting sufficiently hushes her, and it is as if she has been captured by the neck, dangling and inefficient. She is drooling onto the pillow at this point, eyes barely managing to stay open. Hearing her darling call out to her, she perks up, turning her head so she can get a glance at the man fucking her into the mattress out of the corner of her eye. Fill — 

“Yes! Yes, fill, my sweetheart. Yours to fill, yours to breed. Want it, no, need it!” 

She is ecstatic at the idea of her lover getting close, desperate to feel that familiarity that comes with getting thoroughly bred by her wolf. 

What she doesn’t expect is the clarification of just what exactly her darling means by “fill.” It simply drives her mad with need, not knowing what she was truly craving until now — to be marked so deeply, so crudely, so filthily . She whines, a long and desperate thing, 

“ Oh , my lovely wolf. I want that too. Need you to mark me from within, need to smell — reek of you and you alone. Need everyone to know that I belong to you. Fill! Fill!” Unabashedly, she can’t help but to begin begging for it, pleading for her lover to let go within her.

Sanji grabs onto her master’s hand, guiding it to her lower stomach, right where they would surely be able to feel themselves through her skin. She moves the hand up and down slowly, forcing them to stroke themselves. 

“So deep, so good, so big ,” with that, her eyes cross in utter pleasure as she feels Altair’s cum coating her insides. She’s practically purring at this point, her instincts satisfied upon being so well bred. A beat passes and she moans as she is yet again filled to the absolute brim as her wolf pisses deep within her, hard . 

Tears fall from her eyes in a steady stream, over-stimulation wracking through her body — the need to cum herself overbearingly apparent. But she has yet to be given permission, and her orgasms belong to her master. She gets no say in them, and that is just the way she likes it.

Clean. Take care of. Service. Worship. — it is these words that are being chanted over and over again in her mind. She is desperate to act on them, but first, she needs to be granted the opportunity. 

“M-master, need-need to give you more. You des-deserve more. Please let me. Please, please, please ” — she is not above begging for what she needs. Ever so obedient and not wanting to rush her wolf, she lays limply on the bed, full of cock, cum, and piss. It’s downright disgusting. It’s overwhelmingly hot .

Altair- 

Altair is shivering as he slowly recovers from the aftershocks of not only cumming, but also pissing, the relief and pleasure mixed so thoroughly into one, prolonging the experience. His body feels electric, sure he’s blacked out for a moment. This orgasm was unlike any other he’s had. It leaves him whining, over-stimulation biting at him even as he remains hard. It feels too good with the pain. 

It’s only when he hears his rabbit begging to give him more that he lifts his head from where he had laid it on her shoulder. Oh he absolutely needs *more* from her. Needs to mark her everywhere, needs her to taste them both. But more than that, he needs to feel her so full, to sit in this disgusting warmth, so pleased with himself. He growls at her, a warning. He’ll allow her to give more when he’s ready to. Laying more of his weight onto her, he uses both hands to rub at her stomach, purring into her neck as he does so. 

“ Full ”, he rumbles, preening at marking and owning her so thoroughly. He gives into the urge to thrust, shallow little things, but enough to ignite the fire in him, alongside her whines and whimpers of over-stimulation. It makes him needy .

It’s that need that drives him to pull out of her quickly, breaking the seal his cock had formed and allowing the cum and piss to flow out of her onto the bed. Her whimpers and little cries at the feeling are music to his ears, encouragement for more. Using one arm to wrap around her waist, he pulls her down the bed, dragging her through their puddle, before letting her sit up, forcing her to the floor onto her knees. 

Turning back to the bed, he rips the soiled duvet off the bed, throwing it right in front of her. His precious orgasm had left him with a little more clarity, enough to solidly form single words again. Growling lowly, he grabs her by the hair and drags her face to face with his cock. He has 3 directives for her, growled at her. 

“ Suck ,” he yanks her by the hair closer, still wet cock rubbing against her lips and cheek. 

“ Hump ,” he kicks the blanket to her, allowing her to reposition it, 

“C um .” He finishes his commands, his message as clear as he can be, Clean and suck me off while you hump the soiled wet duvet until you cum .

Sanji-

Immediately hushing upon hearing her master utter a deep growl of warning at her, she is all too quick to allow them to rub and caress her stomach, taking in the product of their efforts proudly — as they should. 

“Full,” she repeats, placing her own hands over the other’s, a shy gasp emitting from her lips as she marvels at her sweet Wolfie’s hard work alongside them. She feels pleasantly full, utterly to the brim, truly feeling as if she is carrying Altair’s pups within her. Suddenly possessed by the coddling need, she adds: 

“All you, only you. Full.” Shortly after she finds herself whining and whimpering from overstimulation as the larger man thrusts into her with a few more shallow thrusts.

Stopping herself once again from complaining about being suddenly empty, she bites on the plump of her lower lip, stifling a cry. Next, she is being pulled down onto the bed, through the filthy puddle, thus getting a nice coating of the other’s mark all over her skin. Then, she finds herself on her knees before Altair — where she truly belongs. 

She is utterly in awe of the man standing above her, and she is unable to stop herself from leaning forward and placing the most gentle kiss to his bare thigh, a kiss full of sheer dedication and love , though she will keep that last admission to herself for now.

She is grabbed by the hair and guided to his cock before three directive words are spoken to her, suck, hump, and cum . Giving in to finally obtaining friction on her weeping cock, she begins humping at the soiled duvet, a rather filthy moan falling from her lips. Shortly after obtaining a rhythm and glancing up to her master to observe any sort of negative feedback, she brings her hands up to the cock before her. At first, she simply holds it in her dainty, manicured hands, feeling the weight of it, still heavy with cum and need to release. She then leans forward, kissing the tip with just a simple peck to begin with, before eventually delving into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. 

Pulling her hands away and resting them on her thighs, she starts to nose at his cock, eventually burying her nose into his flame-shaped pubes and breathing in deeply. Her exhale is a dirty little moan, shaky and breathless, the musk of her master almost too much for her to withstand without cumming prematurely. Realizing she is taking a bit more time than is likely allotted to her, she begins to lick at his cock, thoroughly cleaning it with her tongue. She leaves no spot un-licked, proud of herself for taking such good care of her master, for grooming him.

Once she deems her Wolfie to be cleaned up, she gets to work, immediately taking the entire length into her throat. She wills herself not to gag, burying her nose into his pubes once again, allowing his cock to sit in her throat as she swallows one, two, three times around it before pulling off with a cough. She peeks up at Altair through her pretty lashes, desperate to see pleasure etched across his handsome face at her ministrations. Continuing on, she begins to bob her head at a quick pace, each bob taking the cock further and further. She moans around it, hoping to please the other with her vibrations.

Altair- 

Altair watches as his pretty little rabbit quickly falls into rhythm, a desperate little thing, dirty just like the duvet she humps. Altair shivers a little watching her hump his blanket, soiled with his piss and cum. *Marking her territory on top of his.* That thought alongside her pretty little hands grabbing his cock and kissing it have him moaning, low and long. The moment he feels her inhale deeply and moan against him, he feels a rush of elation, pride. 

Mate sniffed him. She likes his musk. Mate likes his musk. Beast is pleased . Though proud, he growls, still expecting her to complete her task. He’s satisfied when she immediately does, swallowing him so perfectly he is forced to throw his head back with his howling moan, face contorted in aggressive pleasure. 

Her moans have him almost doubling over, hips jerking forward of their own volition, fucking deeper into her warm, tight throat. It makes him snarl, pulling back to fuck into her twice more before giving her control again, allowing her to worship him as she pleases. Her expression once he gives her that ounce of control again after so brutally taking it away has the heat in his belly soaring to great heights. She looks positively ruined , and it makes him twitch in her mouth. 

As Sanji worships him, Altair growls out little praises and encouragements, “go-odd g-girrl”, “more”, “pretty”. 

She’s a filthy mess, cum and piss still smeared across her chest and belly, and he aches to rub it again, smearing it further into her skin. So he does. Reaching down, he presses his hand to her breast, groping and caressing the area before swiping his hand down the length of her torso and back up, taking time to rub everything in. Pulling out of her mouth, he holds his hand out for her to clean, purring when she immediately gets to work. 

Nothing makes the feral part of him happier than his mate taking care of him too, the same way he does her, animalistic, messy, feral . He’s already getting somewhat close to his peak. Between the overstimulation, the sight and smell of his piss and cum and their sex rubbed into her pretty skin, the view of her humping the blanket, and her heavenly mouth, Altair isn’t going to last very long. Growling out another command, he urges her to work faster, harder. He’s allowed her time to worship him, but now he needs to cum, needs to paint her beautiful face with his lust and love. 

With the way she is working his cock, her sweet words, & her rapid head bobbing, Altair is so close. He just needs something , one last little push off, tumbling over the edge. 

“ M-Mate, c-cl-close. Please, ” he nearly whines, desperate for her to make him cum, to mark her once more as his. 

It doesn’t even occur to him what he just called her, nor the effect that it may have on her, but my is he ever so overjoyed at her reaction. It sends him over the edge, snarling as he cums, shooting from her chin to her forehead, covering her beautiful face. Opening up his bleary eyes as he pants, he smiles down at her, toothy and wide. He rubs his fingers over her face, smearing and rubbing his cum into her skin.

Sanji- 

Sanji continues to gradually hump at the soiled duvet, her speed increasing as she notices her Master paying close attention to her, watching as she works to debase herself, merely a pitiful little thing, whimpering and sniffling to herself as tears slide onto her cheeks. She is ecstatic to know that she is coating and dragging one of her more intimate areas through her Wolfie’s scent, a signal to others as to who she belongs to. 

Desperate to put on a pretty show for Altair, she works to stop the stuttering of her hips, in turn favoring a smooth grind, emphasizing this with a beautiful arch in her back. Eager to hear her lover’s thoughts, she asks for confirmation 

“Am I pleasing to you, Wolfie? Wa-want to look pretty for you.”  The long, drawn out moan she receives is more than enough for her, and she responds with a hushed moan of her own. She feels gorgeous at this moment.

Altair’s growls and howling moans ring about in her ears, encouraging her to double her own efforts, taking the cock further into her throat and letting it settle there for a beat before she swallows diligently around it. 

She is only a bit taken aback when the taller man thrusts into her wet heat, a gag springing free from her, but she is well-trained and swallows down her sounds of struggle in favor of allowing her dear Wolfie to have his way with her. She is pleased when the thrusting comes to a half, a rather clear invitation for her to continue worshipping as she pleases. And who was she to deny her Master? 

She pulls off of the cock completely, blowing cool air on the head to watch it twitch harshly within her supporting hand. Offering a kiss or two to the tip in apology, she begins trailing said kisses down the side of their cock, sloppy, open-mouthed things that have spit dripping down onto the duvet below her, mixing with the disgustingly hot fabric. She pays rather close attention to the piercings, going as far as to bite down upon the metal, capturing it within her teeth and playing with it using her tongue. Her other hand reaches up to fondle Altair’s heavy balls, not wanting a single part of them to go without worship. 

Her darling’s words of encouragement and oh so lovely praise has her doubling her efforts, taking the cock back into her mouth and down her throat, falling into a rhythm, in and out, in and out, in and — she moans brokenly around her mouthful, grateful to be given such a sweet opportunity by her lover. 

It is not often that she gets to hold the reins, so she intends to show just how wonderful of a cock sucker she can be. Tears are yet again pricking at the corner of her eyes as she forces the cock further and further down her throat with each movement, desperate to please, to earn more praise.

She only stops her ministrations once she is being pulled out of and presented with a big hand to take the place of their cock. She is quick to make work of it, treating it as though it was a wonderful gift bestowed upon her — which it was. 

Starting with shy, kitten licks, she quickly picks up the pace, going as far as to take the fingers into her throat, fucking herself thoroughly with them. Must groom, must clean, must prove worthiness . These thoughts are running rampant in her mind, driving her to put forth all that she can offer whilst cleaning Altair’s hand.

“Of course, Master. Let me serve you.” Sanji, quick as ever to follow a command issued by her Master, turns her attention back to the cock before her, taking it once again deep into her throat, falling back into her previous rhythm, eager to assist her lover in reaching utter ecstasy. 

She closes her eyes in deep concentration, only opening them upon hearing an oh so sweet pet name — mate . Crying out around the cock still nestled in her throat, her hips begin stuttering again, an indication that she was close. 

A moment later she is cumming hard , the word “mate” on constant repeat in her mind, making her absolutely feral with lust. So much so, she loses control of her bladder shortly after reaching her peak, coating the already soiled duvet further with her own scent, the two of them now mingling together on the fabric, creating a scent unlike anything she has ever smelled. It drives her absolutely wild .

Suddenly, the cock is being ripped from her throat and she is now staring at it head on. On cue, she opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue ever so obediently, preparing to catch what she can. Cum shoots across her face, just how she likes it. She cannot stop herself from shivering, utterly spent at this point, but still kneeling before her Master. She lifts her head, showcasing their masterpiece. An angelic smile tugs the corner of her lips upward, though she surely looks ruined at this point.

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Altair- 

The beautiful smile his little rabbit graces him with has his heart melting and chest tightening. She looks absolutely ruined, and so, so gorgeous . He never wants to forget this. Reaching for the Polaroid camera on his desk, Altair takes a quick picture of her, another for his & Usopp’s collection. He swipes up the cum that he didn’t rub into her skin from around her face to feed to her, before kneeling down in front of her. 

Uncaring about the disgusting blanket he’s kneeling on, Altair leans forward to lick the last remains off of Sanji himself, proud and pleased and desperate to groom her just as she has been him, to make sure she knows he’ll always take care of her too. Mate . He didn’t mean for it to come out, but he’ll never take it back. She is his mate, and she should know it. Leaning in to give her lips a gentle kiss again, he whispers it once more against her lips. 

“ Mate .” It’s said with finality, a full, unbreakable truth. 

Slowly but surely he’s dropping out of his feral headspace, coming down from such a prolonged high, & he’s sure she’s starting to come back to herself too. The need to care for and pamper his princess overwhelms him, as he scoops her up into his arms and stands, walking them both to the bathroom. Setting her gently on the toilet, he kisses her forehead, mumbling gently, 

“ Stay .” Pleased that she does, only offering a slight whimper in his absence, he steps away, quickly searching for bubble bath, towels, and wash rags. He’s not gone long, no more than 4 minutes, but it feels like too long to both of them, Altair rushing back to his princess and smothering her with little kisses and licks across her face to comfort her. 

“I’m back,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“Are you okay to stand?” He’s concerned for his little rabbit, afraid he’d been too rough on her. At her reassurance, he smiles, picking her up and kissing her again, carrying her into the shower before gently setting her down. 

Getting the water temperature just right , he showers her with praises and thanks, for not only indulging him, but for sharing with him another kink, allowing him to play a part in her pleasure like that, and for her absolutely delicious food. 

“You’re too good to me, Princess.” He firmly believes it, she’s an angel and he’s just a man, one lucky enough to find her and another angel with her. Both of them his partners, his loves. He feels butterflies in his stomach all over again thinking about it. 

He loves them . 

He’ll tell them, he will, soon. He knows they’ll never reject him. It’s just a lot for him to process—to feel. He feels her hand on his face, snapping him out of his thoughts and back into the moment with her. Nuzzling into Sanji’s hand, he offers her a kiss as reassurance he’s okay. “Allow me to wash you?” 

As soon as Altair gets consent, they set to work, starting with her hair. They grab their shampoo from the top shelf above her, squirting some into their hand before beginning to lather it in. They make sure to carefully massage her scalp, gently scratching as they go. Once they deem her hair sufficiently clean, they spin her around, guiding her under the water to carefully rinse it all out. Conditioner is next, massaging it into the ends of her hair, letting it sit a minute, and rinsing again. Altair is quiet now, simply enjoying the moment with her, their bodies pressed as close together as they can while Altair works. 

Once Sanji’s hair is clean, he grabs a wash rag, grabbing his favorite lavender and patchouli handmade soap, lathering up the rag until it’s soapy. Altair takes his time gently washing every part of her body, starting with her shoulders and neck, massaging them as he goes. He moves down her middle and lower back, reaching around her to also wash her chest and stomach, making sure to scrub her well, caressing her gently, taking care of her. She’s so soft and small in his arms, it makes him feel so protective of her, so needy to please her and make her happy.

Sanji-

“Mate,” Sanji quickly parrots, in awe of the true meaning and implications the title holds, which was something she took rather seriously. Such is solidified with a tender kiss, one in which she is holding their face within her the palms of her hands, desperate to touch them in any and all ways to emphasize their affection. It is official — Altair is her mate. That rabbit-like part of herself is simply elated to have found such a strong and capable mate, someone who would protect and keep her safe and warm. She feels a plethora of emotions bubbling to the surface, and as she is quite admittedly a crybaby, tears prick at the corner of her eyes, her vision going blurry. 

“You’ve made me so happy, my darling Wolfie.”

Soon enough, she is being swept up off of her feet, literally. Moving quickly to wrap her arms around her beloved, she buries her head in the crook of their neck, placing a trail of kisses up and down the column of it. She noses around for a bit, searching for something. Once she is able to find it — it being the spot where she feels Altair’s pulse beating in rhythm, she bites down, hard , needing to put her own mark on them. Lovingly, she laps at the wound, needing to have gotten that out of her system to ensure she is able to float back down gracefully from her feral headspace. 

She peppers more kisses around the area of the bite, eager to showcase her appreciation for willingly wearing her mark.

Stay — and she does, feeling the strong urge to follow and obey utterly consuming her if for no other reason than because her Master knows what’s best . She cannot stop the involuntary whimper, however, seemingly unable to bear a moment without being at her lover’s side. The other is back in a moment’s notice, and at that her face immediately brightens, eyes crinkling up as her smile is so wide. She allows herself to be ushered into the shower, groaning at the feeling of the warm water washing down her body, completely enveloping her and soothing her muscles. The praises and thanks take her off guard, thus making bear heart nearly beat out of her chest with affection and love . She feels loved . 

“Dearest, it is you who is too good to me. Thank you for indulging me today and every other day. You were perfect, as always. Oh so lovely, so beautiful ,” she is quick to shower the other in praise, knowing just how deserving of such they are. 

Sanji certainly does not take the other’s efforts for granted, she allows the moment to just be still, to enjoy just being pampered by her dear Wolfie. Her eyes flutter to a close, and she decides to fill the silence with a familiar tune, humming sweetly. Once she is deemed clean, she moves to begin washing Altair in the same order of movements, albeit a bit more strained as she has to stand on her tippy-toes, washing his thick hair, and applying conditioner on the ends, brushing her fingertips through the hair easily with product on her hands. After washing all of that out, she moves to grab a rag, coating it in that beautifully scented soap and lathering up her darling’s body, taking extra care of his muscles by massaging them carefully yet with intent. 

“Love being here with you. Love taking care of you.”

“I love indulging you, every time. Thank you, princess. You were gorgeous as always, if not even more so.” 

“Love being here with you too. Always love being with you.” 

Love you . It’s unspoken, but from the twinkle in her eyes, he’s sure she knows, but is waiting for him to say it at his pace. She really is too good to him. 

Altair- 

“Let me finish washing you.” 

Grabbing his face wash, he gently caresses her face as he lather the soap into her skin, making sure everything is washed away, skin clear and clean once again. Next, he turns her back around, grabbing the rag again and carefully and gently washing her butt, taking the time to clean her out gently before carefully washing her groin as well, taking care to be gentle around the sensitive organ. Then, he starts washing down her legs.  

Altair takes his time on them, massaging her thighs and calves as he goes, finally getting to her feet and doing the same to them. He wants to worship Sanji the same way she continually has him. She more than deserves it. Once he’s finished, he stands back up and allows her to do the same for him, closing his eyes and enjoying her touch on his skin. It’s comforting, soft, full of love and care. 

He’s never had a partner shower him with such affection so regularly, and it makes him feel so special . He truly can’t believe he found them. He’ll have to take them out, celebrate them more. Truly, he’d give them the world if he could. 

“ Anything you desire, I’ll make it yours. Anything you need, I’ll do it .” 

He doesn’t realize it, but he’s whispering the words as she cleans him. His heart feels like it’s ready to burst. Maybe he’ll be ready sooner than he thought. But he wants to say it to them both, together. So he’ll wait for now, continue to let his actions speak for him, as they always have. 

Once they’ve both finished showering, Altair rinses down the tub before ushering them both out, wrapping an arm around Sanji to keep her warm as he works to fill the tub with water, asking her to hand him the bubble bath. As she does, he kisses her gently, offering a small thank you against her lips. He pours a generous amount in, the vanilla rose scent he picked out for her filling the room around them. 

Once the bath has filled and the bubbles have formed, he gently steps in, taking her hand to help her in, sitting down with her relaxing back into his chest. His arms are around her waist, chin resting on her head, eyes closed. He’s at peace, so relaxed and happy. Without realizing it, he begins purring, a soothing rumble that vibrates his chest. He’s never been afraid to be himself fully with her, allowing all of him to blend and exist together, free. 

He has nothing to say, just existing with her is enough for him, but he’s always been happy to listen to her instead. Singing or talking, Altair just loves hearing her voice. It makes his heart sing. They sit together, relaxing and taking in the warm water on their sore muscles. It’s around 6:30pm by the time they get out of the bath, refreshed and clean, Altair’s body feeling lighter than ever. He’s sobered up a lot, but there’s still more time before he has to go to work. He throws on a pair of boxers and joggers, not bothering to put on his work clothes until it’s time to get ready. 

It’s still warm in his apartment, & he wants to feel his rabbit against as much of his skin as he can, so he forgoes a shirt, instead picking one out for her, as well as one of his older, smaller pairs of boxers. They’re a little loose on her still, so he grabs a hair tie, bunching up one side and wrapping the tie around it, securing them. His shirt is still massive on her though, and hangs off of her body like a dress. She looks gorgeous, and he makes sure to tell her so.

Sanji-

By the end of their pampering session, Sanji is truly feeling like a pretty princess now that she has been thoroughly doted upon. Loving being the center of attention as always, she is more than thankful to have such a sweet and caring partner, one who was always in tune with her wants and needs. She is quick to praise them for their behavior, 

“Wolfie, you take care of me so well. ‘M so grateful for you, my sweetheart.” 

There is a hint of sleepiness in her voice, and she does admit to being tired — just wanting to be close to them while they go about their day.

The two find themselves on the couch, Sanji is practically glued to her beloved’s side with her arms wrapped tightly around them — she feels so loved , sheathed in her darling’s clothes of which smell so strongly of them. Her eyes are glued to the screen, only pulling them away as she feels the need to place kisses upon Altair’s biceps. Every now and then she pipes up with words of encouragement, always happy to be their professional hype-man.

She gets a text from Usopp, which prompts her to unwrap her arms from the other, offering a meek apology for pulling away, 

“Sorry, my dear, Usopp is just checking in on us. We will get back to it as soon as I’m done,” she ends her sentence in a sing-song voice. 

Once sitting up, still attached to Altair, of course, her fingers move at an accelerated pace, typing out even the smallest details of the afternoon to her love. She decidedly does not censor her words despite writing utter filth, both wanting to tease him a bit but also because she was just so elated with how things progressed, feeling even closer to her Wolfie than ever before.

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Altair- 

Altair hums in acknowledgment, already missing her warm arms around him. It’s okay though, Usopp’s checking in and it’s important they answer him. Plus, he’s sure she’s telling him all about their afternoon, which makes him chuckle. Usopp’s going to have quite an interesting rest of the stream. The man usually goes from 2:30pm to 10pm, and it’s currently only 7pm. Altair is sure he’ll be thinking up some devious plans for them for teasing him, or maybe he’ll do something different, who knows. Either way, he’s excited to find out. 

As soon as Sanji finishes typing out her messages to Usopp, her arms are back around him. He’s been playing fortnite for the past half hour, coming in 2nd his first match, & down to the top 15 in his current match. He’s gotten a medallion already, attracting lots of would-be thieves, easy targets. Having his girlfriend as his ever present hype-man has him feeling pleased, eager to show off for her. He knows he’s good, know’s he can play sweaty and get some victory royales, so he will, for her. 

She always gets so excited when he wins, makes him do one of the emotes she bought him, squealing at how cute they are. It makes him smile. These are some of his favorite moments, & he feels his face softens looking at her, his character still emoting on the screen. She turns to look at him, a questioning look on her face, so he just plants a kiss on her mouth, his lips mouthing the words “love you”, but no sound coming out. He doesn’t think she’s sure about what he mouthed, but has an idea, a feeling. He wanted to wait until they were both here, but he couldn’t help himself. She’s just too perfect and he’s in so deep, so head over heels. 

Usopp-

Usopp is elated upon receiving Sanji’s text, putting up his be right back screen when he sees both the number of messages, and the content, knowing he’s about to be a little hot under the collar, and will definitely need a minute to cool off. His doll is so graphic in her description of their escapades, from how well Altair ate for her, how full his stomach felt and looked, to how beautifully he marked her, how he had her cover shelf in his scent, and then marked her some more. He’s so incredibly proud of and happy for them both. Sanji has talked about her feeder kink for a while, though Usopp has never been comfortable participating in it outside of commentary. 

He’s so happy that Altair is so willing to indulge her in everything she’s ever wanted. Sanji too, he’s so proud of her. She immediately indulged Altair, no hesitation, & discovered a new kink for herself. They both did, really. Their chemistry is over the moon. And that pet name. Gosh, that pet name. His heart melts when he reads that message. It’s a declaration, an admission. It’s as close as Altair has come to saying ‘ I love you ’ to either of them yet, and it both makes him want to cry and also jump for joy. He can’t help but squeal and kick his feet, overjoyed with how Sanji’s split second decision to cook his stress away and feed a hungry, high Altair has become something so much more. So much hotter and so, so much sweeter .

Messaging her back, he lets her know he’s proud of her, and that he’ll have a special surprise and reward waiting for them both when she brings Altair home from work. He’s got hours to plan and buy the stuff he needs, and he’s so excited. He never really thought he’d be into piss, never really gave it any thought at all actually, but the ideal of being brought down to such a base level with them, marking them as his ? Oh, god does he love that. 

He loves the gift of ownership they give him, willingly letting him decide and make decisions for them, guiding them and protecting them, loving them. He’s yet to say those three little words to Altair yet, but he has a feeling it’s coming. He knows he and Sanji both love him, & they’re pretty certain he loves them too, by his actions alone. But calling Sanji “Mate”? Oh, that solidified it. He loves them. To call her Mate, especially in such a raw and bare emotional state, where your base needs are open for all to see, your heart on your sleeve for anyone to gaze at, when you’re at your most honest, is an absolute truth you believe, one you really mean. 

He hops back into the stream, slightly less flustered now that he has a goal to focus on, though he’s still hard within his sweats. It makes things a little annoying, but he gets through it and things calm down eventually. 3 hours later, he ended the stream, 30 minutes past when he wanted. It’s okay, he still has time. With that, he sets to work.

Sanji- 

Sanji recalls every dirty detail in her emoji filled text to her dear daddy, emphasizing *just* how hot the experience was from start to finish; she spares absolutely nothing, oh so eager to paint a pretty picture for Usopp. She then goes on to brag on her Wolfie — who was able to perform beautifully for her, compliant and desperate . Continuing on her praising streak, she is sure to mention that they were so brave for coming to her with a new and unexpected kink, for really trusting her with this new bit of information. It makes her heart soar to know that her darling feels so comfortable around her. And with this new gift, she has discovered a kink of her own, and also just how sensual she feels coated in her lover’s scent in such a primal way.

“I let daddy know how good you were to me today, my darling. I bet he is going to be oh so proud of you, just like I am” — the words Sanji speaks are emphasized with kisses placed all over her lover, ranging from their cheek to the back of their hand, still holding onto the dark colored controller. Quickly moving to embrace Altair again, she zones back in to the game the other is playing, offering her praises upon each kill, 

“You’re so good at this game. My Wolfie is the best!” She adores watching them show off to her, the fact that they still feel the need to actively try to impress her sends butterflies to her tummy.

She is in the middle of gawking over how cute and girly the emotes are when she notices the lack of movement on the screen, and she turns to face Altair, tipping her head to the side with a questioning look etched across her face. The look quickly fades as her eyes become trained on their lips, mouthing out two words that she has longed for. Even if they did not officially say it, she needs them to know that she is listening, metaphorically. In a moment of utter courage, she springs upward to place a gentle kiss to the plump of Altair’s lower lip, a fleeting thing as she pulls away slightly, whispering her next words against their lips, 

“I love you, Altair.”  She does not need to hear it back, but she had to get it off her chest.

The pair bask in Sanji’s confession for a while, long enough for her daddy to have fully read her numerous explicit texts and form his own reply. She cannot help but to grin as she reads his response — not only was he proud of her, but he was going to reward the both of them for the exemplary behavior. Quick to parrot this information to Altair, she is practically bouncing off the couch with excitement, already knowing that she is going to love whatever her daddy has planned for the three of them.

Sanji nudges Altair, giggling before she can even start her sentence, 

“Let’s watch daddy’s stream — I bet he will be a little flustered after reading what I sent him.” Sure enough, the two of them tune into Usopp’s stream and the man has a slight rose color adorning the apples of his cheeks, and his eyes seem to be darting around a bit more than usual. Sanji giggles, which then turns into a full on laugh, leaning into Altair’s side to muffle herself.

Usopp- 

Usopp was never so happy to get off stream, he thinks as he makes his way to his car, a quick stop to Walmart necessary to get all the stuff for tonight. He’s going to need to restock on first aid supplies, specifically aloe Vera, moisturizer, neosporin, & wraps. He’s still not quite sure what all they’ll get up to, but it never hurts to be prepared. The main thing he’s looking for in there though is waterproof sheets and or a bed cover. He’s got a vague plan in mind here, and he needs it to be perfect. And he’d like to minimize clean up if possible. Nobody likes trying to clean pee out of a mattress. 

The drive there is a little treacherous, thoughts filled with all of the things he could do with them tonight. Eventually, he settles on a single idea: for fully praising and worshipping a tied down Altair, allowing Sanji to show her thanks as she pleases. He’s thinking he can probably wring at least two orgasms out of Altair, he and Sanji’s libidos are crazy. He’s also got a plan for when he decides it’s time to reward Altair. 

It’s been awhile since the man truly bottomed, and he deserves an extra special treat when he does this time. Usopp thinks he’ll mark them the same way they marked Sanji, claiming them and covering them in his scent. He’ll command Sanji to let go as well, all three of them getting soaked and covered in each others’ very essence. Yea, that’s a good idea. Finally, he arrives. He’s in and out at the store, easily finding and grabbing everything on his list, including both the waterproof sheets and bed cover. He’s very pleased with himself. 

Once he’s finally back home, he sets to work fixing up their bedroom, taking off the sheets to put on the new mattress pad. He throws the new sheets in the washer first, and starts setting up the rest of the bed in the meantime. Grabbing the trios favorite set of bed restraints, he attached them to the four posts, planning for Altair to be spread eagle. It’ll be delicious to see him so helpless as they praise and reward him. Nothing makes him cum faster or harder than praise & animalistic actions. 

Usopp finished setting up the bedroom just in time for the sheets to be done in the dryer. He grabs them and sets to work making the bed again, pleased either way how it looks. It’s not much but it’s not supposed to be pretty anyway. Everything is set up for when the two arrive, so all he has left to do is wait. Quite honestly he’ll probably just sleep until then, it’ll be awhile and he needs to save all the energy he can for his partners. With that thought, he sends a quick text to Sanji. 

Doll💙

11:36pm

Hey love, I’m gonna take a nap. I’ll be up at 4, let me know when you pick Altair up. Get some rest too, Doll. Kisses.

Altair- 

Altair smirks as he watches Usopp’s stream, watching as chat also immediately picks up on his flustered demeanor. It’s funny watching them try to guess what got him this time, & they’re not wrong in guessing it was a text from Sanji. Lots of them assume sexy pictures, others dirty texts. Close to the truth, that one, but not quite. None of them acknowledge those questions in chat, choosing to simply move on instead. It’s easier that way, keeping their private life private. Too many people want to know too much. Altair prefers to keep his life story close to his chest, which is why he hasn’t even shared his name to chat yet, or his full face. He’s just Mr. Wolf to them. 

His thoughts begin to wander, Usopp’s stream fading to the background as he thinks about Sanji’s confession. 

“ I love you, Altair .” 

She sounded so sure of herself, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest, so loud he’s sure she can hear it too. She loves him. God, he loves her too. He never expected her to respond to his mouthed confession. He’s soaring through the clouds right now, could run a marathon with the adrenaline and energy coursing through him. Instead, he tugs her closer, into his lap, game abandoned in favor of cuddles and stream.

Time flies by as the two watch Usopp play Fall Guys, the silly beam game making the couple laugh, especially when Usopp died ridiculously. How he managed to get sent flying off the map so many times is beyond Altair, but it was incredibly amusing to watch. Sure enough though, the next time he looks at his watch, it’s 9pm, time to get ready for work. Kissing Sanji’s forehead, he lifts her off his lap, setting her to the side, mumbling a short “Gonna get ready”, before heading off to his room. He hears her follow, but doesn’t say anything, never minding her company. If she wants to watch him change, she’s more than welcome to. 

Having set his work stuff out earlier, it doesn’t take Altair long to get ready. His uniform is a simple pair of black dress pants, black dress shoes, a black button down shirt, and a black dress coat. Simple, fits his style, and makes him look all the more intimidating, exactly as Crocodile intended. There’s a reason Altair is positioned at the door, he’s an incredibly visual deterrent. Most people give up before it becomes physical, knowing they can’t take him down. Lost in his thoughts, he strips out of the sweatpants he had been wearing, slipping into some fresh black socks and his dress pants, before putting on and buttoning up his shirt. His dress coat is last, finishing the ensemble with the chain collar Usopp gave him. It always makes him proud to wear it, to show off that he’s owned and collared, somewhat discreetly, too. To most people, it’s just a chain choker. Just how he likes it. 

After Sanji gets ready again, her old pants on alongside Altair’s oversized shirt, the two head to her car, and set off to work. It takes them about 20 minutes to get there, arriving at 9:50, just in time for Altair’s shift. Hopping out of the car, he leans in to give her a kiss, ignoring the whooping and howling of the bartenders opening up the club. He throws them a middle finger, and pulls back to give her a smile. 

“See you later, princess.”

Daddy💛  

11:39pm

Please rest well, daddy. 💛💤 You’ve worked so hard today 💪 — you deserve it! I love you SO MUCH! 💛✨💛✨😘

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Sanji-

After typing her lovey-dovey response to her daddy, she focuses her efforts on her new task at hand, cuddling with her big Wolfie. She is quick to throw her arms around their neck, pulling them impossibly closer and pressing their chests together, leaving no gap between the two of them. After securing her position, she begins her onslaught, whispering sweet nothings to her lover, her love . All are spoken against their lips, a kiss separating each sentence — “ you are so beautiful, my darling ”, “ could stay with you here forever, kissing you, cuddling you… ”, and the best one yet “ I love you so much, my heart is going to burst ”.

Time unfortunately flies by, and before Sanji knows it, she is being placed to the side and told it is time for Altair to get ready for work. With that, she springs to action, practically running to their kitchen to grab the secret lunch box she had prepared earlier along with the other various food items. She made enough of everything to pack a “normal” lunch box. The portion of food inside was still rather large, maybe a bit too large, but she was desperate to know that her Wolfie was getting a proper amount of food. She quickly works to write a cutesy note for the other, hoping it will encourage him to get through the work day.

“ Wolfie <3 ~

I hope you enjoy this meal I prepared for you! <3 Please make sure to eat all of it, you need to fuel your body properly! <3 I love you SO very much, and I hope you can taste that in the food. <3 Always with you, my darling <3 ~

xoxo Sanji” (with a little heart dotting the “i”)

She stuffs the heart filled note into the lunch box and holds it close to her chest, hugging it as if she could transfer even more of her love to the contents. 

Finding her way back into Altair’s room, she finds them mid changing, and she cannot tear her eyes away from the sight before her. She’s just appreciating , that’s all. Unable to stop herself, she ushers out praises, 

“Wolfie, you look so handsome in your work clothes! So sophisticated and dark — I bet those club baddies know not to mess with you!” 

She is quickly at their side, helping them step into their work clothes and straightening out any wrinkles that she sees. Admiring her lover so closely has her stomach filling with butterflies as if this were the first time she were seeing them all over again. She will never get over just how striking her partner is. Once she sees them placing their chain choker on, she leans up on her tippy-toes as places a kiss to the metal, always quick to show her respect to her daddy.

Sanji gets herself ready as well, donning a pair of old pants that she had left over at their place along with one of their shirts, much oversized on her, but still “cutie!” as she so eloquently put it. The pair then set off to Altair’s work. She allows them to play anything that they wish, knowing how important music is to them. Once they arrive, she is quick to accept the kiss, though a little taken aback as they do so right in the eyesight of a fellow coworker. This must be their version of “showing off” — the thought drives Sanji wild. 

“Have a great shift, my love. Please be safe and careful. Oh! And don’t forget your lunchbox” — with that, she thrusts the box into his chest, a huge smile gracing her lips, shining brighter than the sun itself.

After dropping Altair off, she finds herself alone in his apartment, and immediately she gets to work. She noticed that they were running a bit low for her standards on food, so she takes the time to prepare a few different dishes for them, placing them all in a line in their fridge, all labeled the corresponding day in which to eat it. After finishing her task, exhaustion finally hits her and she stalks over to their couch, falling face first onto it and nearly immediately dozing off, not before replying to Usopp. 

Daddy💛  

11:39pm

Please rest well, daddy. 💛💤 You’ve worked so hard today 💪 — you deserve it! I love you SO MUCH! 💛✨💛✨😘

Altair- 

The lunchbox being shoved into his chest makes him smile to himself, before he turns around and heads into the building, all trace of the expression erased from his face, though he thinks he sees Bon Clay out of the corner of his eye vaguely trying to disguise his squealing face. He sighs, already knowing this is all going to get spread around, but it was worth it. He just had to kiss her. Coworkers be damned, she’s his and he’s going to kiss her whenever he can. Especially after the day they just shared. 

Her declarations of love leave his chest feeling light his entire shift, despite the uncomfortable conversations so many of his coworkers tried to pull him into. Even Altair’s boss Crocodile as he goes by, called him into his office to ask about it. He seemed to be amused, just warning Altair not to miss his shifts now just because he’s in a relationship. Altair neglects to tell him that he’s been in said relationship for over a year now, but it’s none of his business anyway. His private life is his, and will continue to remain that, private . 

Finally, 2:30am comes, so close to closing time, & finally his break. Heading into the surprisingly luxurious room, he grabs the lunchbox he’d gently set in the fridge, opening it up and smiling immediately upon reading the note. It melts his heart all over again, his expression unknowingly stuck in a dreamy smile as he heats his food, unaware of Miss Doublefinger, who just walked in. 

“Huh. Bon Clay wasn’t lying, you really can smile. This about that little blond you kissed before work? What’s that about huh? You got yourself a hot girlfriend now?” 

Startled out of his thoughts, Altair turns to her, glaring down at her. 

“None of your business.” 

Despite her whining and constant questioning, he doesn’t say anything else to her, simply digging into the wonderful meal his princess made for him, savoring every bite, taking his time to enjoy the meal. It ends up taking him most of his break to eat it, but he does so lovingly, appreciating her hard work and feeling the love she put into his meal. 

The rest of the shift passes by uneventfully, the crowds dying out as closing time approaches, drunkenly shuffling to the door. Once the last customer is out, the crew sets to cleaning and restocking, quickly and efficiently finishing their work. Many try to talk to Altair again, but he simply brushes them off. They can gossip well enough with the little info they have, he’s not giving them any more. He can’t wait to hear what stories they make up for the next shift. He’s sure with his day off, the news and ‘ tea’ will spread like wildfire, this stuff always does. Altair is sure to hear lots of stories about himself and Sanji soon. But none of that matters as he sees his love pulling up, hopping into her car and gently squeezing her thigh as she pulls off, waiting until they reach a red light a block away before pulling her into a deep kiss, stealing her breath away. 

“ Missed you ”, he mumbles against her lips, separating only when she has to begin driving again. 

The ride to the couple’s home is pleasant, Sanji filling the car with her wonderful conversation, carrying most of it but still appreciating Altair’s little hums and grunts of reply, occasional words slipped in when needed. He’s always so happy to just listen to her. She can talk for both of them, and he loves her for it. Words aren’t his thing. Soon enough, they reach Sanji & Usopp’s apartment, and make their way inside. It feels good to be home, & Altair can already feel the stress of the shift melting away, even just the idea of being in both of his partners’ presence relaxing him. Knowing they have a reward coming helps a lot, too. He’s so excited to see what Usopp has come up with, the man is an evil genius sometimes, especially when it comes to taking their pleasure into his hands.

Sanji- 

Sanji’s dreams are filled with the possibilities of what tonight will bring, the eternal love that the three of them will share, the pleasure that they will find in each other’s bodies. She is abruptly ripped from her blissful visions by her alarm, a catchy pop song blaring through the speakers on her phone. Fumbling around, she manages to silence it, her sleepy eyes squinting to get a view of the time. Though she knows this is just signifying another step closer to being with her two loves, she is still awfully tired. She begins to essentially drag herself around Altair’s dimly lit apartment, in search of a mirror so that she can give herself a once over — she still wants to look good for her Wolfie. Once she deemed herself to be presentable, she grabs her phone and keys and steps out into the cool air, ready to climb into her car and finally reunite with her darling.

She pulls up in her sweet little pink car, waiting in her usual spot. Once she sees Altair walking out to her car, a beaming smile immediately graces her face. She waves like an excited kid in erratic side to side motions, only faltering as the other man climbs into the car with her. 

“Oh, I’ve missed you so much, Wolfie! Please put on whatever you’d like and make sure the heat is adjusted on your side,” she is rather quick to fall into her usual doting behaviors, fully aware that Altair’s line of work is likely tiring and mind draining. The squeeze to her thigh is enough of a response for her as she gently rests her own hand on top of theirs, a silent understanding is floating between the two of them. Reluctantly, she pulls her hand away so she can drive off safely. 

The kiss she receives at her first red stoplight is breathtaking, and makes her already sleepy mind feel all the more floaty. She kisses back a bit too eagerly, desperate to feel Altair’s lips on her own again. Booping his nose as the two of them separate, she mutters her own admission in a sing-song voice — 

“I missed you more!” 

The remainder of the car ride is rather uneventful. Sanji gets the vibe that her Wolfie is in more of a listening than a talking mood, so she makes the decision to not pry and ask how their day was. Instead, she carries the conversation all on her own happily, filling the silence with tales about her night after Altair left, what possibly could be waiting for them, and her plans for a trip to the mall with Zoro tomorrow.

Once the pair finally reach their destination, Sanji practically flings herself out of her car, rushing inside the apartment and calling out for her daddy immediately — always so eager to see him after being separated for any amount of time. As soon as she sees him about to round the corner, she immediately appears at his side, throwing her arms around him in a hug filled with an almost overbearing amount of love. She places a kiss to his temple, lips lingering long enough for her to whisper to him, 

“Missed you so much.”

Usopp- 

As Usopp exits the bedroom, he hears his doll’s melodious voice calling out for him. No sooner than he had approached the corner, she flung herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. It makes him feel so warm inside, so happy and in love. He’s so glad she’s back. With her here, that means Altair is also here. Looking up, he sees the tall man stepping into their apartment, minding his head on the doorframe. Usopp winces every time he sees Altair do that, repeatedly thinking they need a place with bigger ceilings for him. Can’t have his puppy hurting himself every time he comes over, can he? 

Turning his attention back to his doll, he gives her a gentle kiss on her lips, his unspoken relief at her arrival home expressed in that moment. He’s so happy they’re both back, he’s missed them. Usopp is so excited for what he has planned for them tonight too, his and Sanji’s bedroom completely set up for his goals. He pulls away from Sanji, giving her one more kiss on her cheek before moving to Altair, pulling them down so he can kiss them too. 

His kiss with them is a little more heated, his first reward. Usopp quickly takes control, one little nip all he needed to get his puppy to submit. It makes him feel so powerful to have such a big and strong man completely under his control. He pulls away, leaving his wolf to whimper for more, already starting to let go. Work must have been draining on him, huh? An even better time for this reward. 

“I’m so glad you guys are back, I’ve missed you both. I’ve gotten everything set up, but I want to check in first, are you both in a good place to do a scene? Give me your colors.” 

Once he receives a ‘green’ from both of them, he nods. Feeling himself falling into his role, his voice deepens, falling into that tone the other two know oh so well. 

“Good. Now, I want you both to strip for me, fold your clothes, and go into the bedroom. Doll, I want you kneeling on the floor, Puppy, I want you to lay on the bed. Go.” 

Daddy is back, ready to reward his darlings for being so good to each other, for loving each other wholly and without judgement, and for learning more about themselves together. He’s so proud of them, and he wants to show them he’s more than happy to not only reward, but participate in their newly discovered kinks too. 

As his lovers strip for him, he takes a moment to step back and watch, gently palming himself over the sweatpants he’s wearing. Both of them are gorgeous , and he’s sure to tell them. 

“Look at you two,” he purrs out, his voice smooth as butter as he purrs to them, 

“My how lucky daddy is, having two pretty loves right here, all for me to play with. Such good little dolls too, doing so good together, I’m so proud. Are you guys ready for your reward?”

 The whimpers he receives in response are answer enough for him, the two both easily slipping under his command and into their desires. 

It sends shivers down his spine, looking at their already glassy eyes as they walk to the bedroom, easily following daddy’s orders. As Altair lays on the bed, Usopp begins to strap him in, spreading his arms and legs for them to play with as they please, completely bare under their eyes. It’s everything Usopp wanted. He checks in either Altair, making sure his puppy is comfortable. 

“Feel good?” He nods, before realizing his daddy wants a verbal reply. He barks his affirmation, a short, excited thing. 

“Good. Stay, and do not move unless told otherwise.” Walking away, Usopp turns back to Sanji, walking towards the blond kneeling beautifully at the foot of the bed, already so excited and dripping. She’s clearly been thinking about this all day too. Usopp gently lifts her chin, making her face him as he caresses her cheek gently. 

“Thank you Doll, allow me to reward you for being so good.”

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Altair- 

Altair can feel himself slipping as soon as Usopp’s tone of voice changes, quickly falling under his Daddy’s control. It feels good to just be a puppy right now, and good to know he’s going to be rewarded. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as Sanji begins to strip as well, admiring her lithe form, well built muscles shining through as she moves. He’s snapped out of his daydreams by Usopp’s voice, whimpering his excitement at both the praise and the prospect of their reward being in their grasp. 

The two finish stripping, and make their way obediently into the bedroom, Altair climbing onto the bed and laying flat on his back. His heart is racing, pounding in his chest as his daddy straps him in. It’s been awhile since they’ve decided to tie only him down, so he’s unsure but ecstatic about what’s to come. 

He hears Usopp talking to Sanji, and cranes his neck to watch the pair. He whines as he watches Usopp stick his fingers into her mouth, her tongue having between them, getting them soaked for daddy. He can feel himself twitching as he lays there. He’s surprised though, when Usopp turns back to him, walking towards the bed and kneeling between his legs. He feels more than see’s the fingers caressing his most intimate spot, and fights the urge to jerk away from the foreign feeling. Instead, he clenches his fists before relaxing his body as he feels fingers circling his rim, ever so slightly dipping inside. It has him whining, leaving daddy to shush him.

Sanji- 

Daddy’s voice flips a switch in her so quickly ; she immediately finds herself shying away into an all too familiar persona. Allowing herself to give in to this feeling, she makes the transition with ease, feeling comfortable enough with her surroundings and company to know she will be well taken care of and appreciated for showing such an intimate side to herself to them. It is a freeing feeling — being able to let go and hand her reins off to another person, to let them do the thinking for her. To allow her to become her most comfortable form, a cute little doll meant to be played and toyed with, makes her heart nearly burst with emotion.

She and Altair are quick to obey their daddy’s orders, eagerly stripping out of their clothes and folding them accordingly. After all, the baseline for their playtime is respect. What daddy says goes, and inability to follow the rules would lead to the proper punishment, which, of course, is deemed to be such at daddy’s discretion. She is desperate for this well anticipated reward, desperate to get what she deserves for being such a good girl — the very thought sending her further away, her eyes now glazing over. That’s really all that Sanji wants, to be praised for being on her best behavior. Such a reward would be enough for her.

Feeling both of their eyes on her has a fire lighting up inside of her, she straightens up her back, openly presenting herself for the two of them to ogle — such is both of their rights. She flutters her eyelashes, glancing between her Wolfie and her daddy, desperately awaiting the next move. What she doesn’t expect is for Usopp to start talking . The other man is offering such high praises, expressing just how proud He is of the two of them. 

The words have Sanji whining her thanks, a pitiful little sound, her desperation rising to the surface. She quickly makes her way to the foot of the bed, kneeling with a pretty little arch in her back, her hands flat on her thighs. Her dick twitching out in the cold open air, begging for some stimulation.

She doesn’t turn to watch her daddy — no, he hasn’t given her permission to watch him yet. The moment she hears Wolfie's excited bark, she positively melts , affection overwhelming her. She adores when they are able to give in to their most primal feelings without fear of judgement. For them to be able to showcase this beautiful side of themselves to their two lovers has Sanji beaming with pride. She is caught daydreaming about this when her daddy leans down to her, grasping her chin within his hand, giving her silent permission to fix her gaze upon him. And once she does, she is not disappointed — her daddy is simply glowing in the dim lighting, shining like a god. She simply cannot tear her eyes away from his handsome face, utterly under his spell.

When her daddy leans further in, lips ghosting against the shell of her ear, she openly moans at the filthy words, already nodding her head in agreeableness before Usopp can finish his sentence. Oh, she is absolutely desperate to serve her Wolfie, to bring them to the gates of pleasure, to praise them for allowing her to worship. Before she can dwell further, fingers are being held up to her mouth in a silent command. Ever so clever, she drops her mouth open, sticking out her tongue and enveloping the digits completely. Of course, she has to make a little show of it, moaning around them, tracing the tip of her tongue up and down them as if she were showcasing her efforts for another reason.

When Usopp moves to get into position, Sanji ungracefully rises to her feet, giggling at her own unsteadiness, and making her way to Altair. She climbs on top of him, hissing as their cocks brush against each other, but making no effort to begin grinding, not wanting to ruin the fun too soon. Grabbing her darling’s face with her two hands, she pulls them into a tender kiss, hoping to distract from the initial stretch that they must be feeling from daddy’s thick fingers. She prolongs the kiss for a while, just happy to share spit with her lover, but she once she does finally pull away, she is stating utter filth inches away from Altair’s ear, still speaking loudly enough for the other man to hear as well — 

“If you think daddy’s fingers feel big and nice, just wait until you get to feel his fat fucking cock.” 

She receives a swift swat to her ass from Usopp at this teasing, naughty remark. A squeak escapes her throat at the sudden hit, and she is quick to meet Altair’s gaze, a teasing smile being bitten down upon gracing her lips. 

Once Usopp gives her the ok, she places one final kiss to the corner of Altair’s lips, and scoots down their body, placing a singular kiss to the head of their cock, and settles finally at the foot of the bed, resuming Usopp’s original position. At first, she just blows cold air on the hole before her, happily watching it flutter about before she delves further. She starts with a thick stripe, followed by a couple of others in quick succession. Each lick she sticks the tip of her tongue a bit further and further into the other. Her hands are grasping tightly upon Altair’s thighs, her nails surely leaving moon shaped imprints on their skin. She outright moans at the taste, doubling her efforts and sticking her tongue in further .

Altair- 

Between Usopp’s fingers, Sanji’s filthy kiss, and even filthier words, Altair is absolutely floating. Whines and whimpers flow out into both her mouth and then the open air. The feeling of their cocks brushing against each other has him shivering, the friction unexpected but delicious. Before long, his princess has slid down his body, taking Usopp’s place between his legs. Her cool breath on his warm skin has him fighting his urge to jerk against his restraints, gasping instead at the stimulation. The feeling of her tongue licking a fat stripe over his hole has him outright moaning, already so desperate for more. She gives him exactly that, even digging her tongue inside of him, the feeling sending jolts up his spine. He hasn’t been eaten out in ages, though not because his partners won’t, he just hasn’t asked or wanted. But now, feeling this, he remembers just how good it feels to receive too. The further her tongue intruded upon his body, the deeper his moans became, beginning to turn to outright growls after long. 

The little bonus of her nails digging isn’t lost on him, groaning through the sharp pleasurable pain. This is everything he needed, mind gone blank as he’s taken care of by his lovers. Princess has gotten him completely soaked by the time she’s done, his hole is positively dripping in spit. It’s disgusting and he loves it, but he feels so empty . It makes him whine, though he’s soon shushed by his rabbit, who sweetly promises more is coming. She’s right, as he feels his special tail plug being slid inside him, the fur brushing up against his thighs, the sensation sending tingles across his legs. He has no idea when Daddy even grabbed that, but he’s so grateful, the fullness fanning the flames in his core, getting him ready to wait for more. 

Usopp-

Watching his Doll work, Usopp finally frees his aching cock from the confined of his sweatpants, pumping it slowly as she gets Altair prepared, getting him nice and wet for Daddy. The sounds she’s making are wet, messy, and so enthusiastic . She’s always been someone who gets off on getting others off, and right now she’s in heaven being allowed to worship Puppy again, he’s sure. It’s not often he nor Puppy give her the chance, either punishing or worshipping her instead. Even when they play together like this, all three of them, Puppy is there with him, taking care of and using her, praising and degrading her in turns, before she lays spent watching Daddy take her Wolfie apart.

For her to be allowed to take him first, to worship and pleasure him, it’s one of her favorite rewards. He’s pleased to see her enjoying herself, her cock hanging heavy between her legs, tempting. He supposed he can spoil her tonight, so he steps forward, giving her cock a few light pumps, giving her the stimulation she was lacking. Her resulting moan into Puppy has both of them releasing their own resounding moans. They paint a beautiful picture, and he can't wait to add his own touch to the canvas. He steps back, letting his doll go again, much to her dismay. He coos softly at her that once she’s gotten Altair ready, he’ll get her ready, too. That gets her going, quickly but pointedly, she continues to eat the Puppy out until Daddy reaches out to stop her, deeming him sufficiently ready for his plug. Usopp had it set to the side before, hidden but ready. His darling puppy’s reaction to the feeling of being full and the feathery touches of the fur have him groaning, pumping his cock again, desperate for some stimulation. He can see his angel watching him, and sends a wink her way, enjoying the way she flushes at being caught. 

“Good job Doll, you ate your wolfie out so well, he’s just dripping for me now. Go on, you know what to do next.” 

He keeps his words vague, wanting to leave everything a surprise for his puppy, and most of it a surprise for her as well. He watches as she climbs on top of Altair again, her movements wobbly, giggling as she perches on top of him. Sanji’s giggles quickly turn to moans as the two brush against each other again. He almost wants to tell her to just grind for a while, but he needs her prepared if he’s going to really give her the reward. Reaching out, he steadied her hips before pushing her forward, chest to chest with Wolfie. With her ass pushed out towards him, he groans, the sight of the two of them together almost too much for him. 

“ Fuck, look at you two. So fucking good for Daddy, looking so perfect for me. Such a pretty little doll, such a good little puppy, listening to Daddy so well. Always so good for me .” 

He follows his words with a soft kiss to his Doll’s ass, always ready to praise her beautiful body with his love. Grabbing the lube from the dresser behind him, Usopp coats his fingers thoroughly, too eager to get started to tease any of them any longer. He gently rubs around her hole, feeling it twitch, her muscles tightening then loosening. He gently works a finger inside of her, making sure to curl up as he moves, trying to get her ready to take more. 

Soon enough, she can, already slightly loose from her and Altair’s earlier activities and her own excitement. It’s not long before he manages to get three, then four fingers inside of her, the sounds of him wet and squelching. Once he’s satisfied that she’s just as wet and ready as Altair, he stops his ministrations, pulling away much to her dismay. She hushed quickly though when he gently spanked her bottom, a warning. 

“Patient girls get rewards. Are you a patient girl?” She affirms, and he nods.

“Yes, you are. So let me give you your reward.” 

Pausing a moment, he then gestures to Altair. 

“Wolfie is your reward. You are free to pleasure him and yourself with him as you please. Use him, praise him. Make him cum. And Doll? You can cum, but do know if you cum early, we won’t stop. As many as you can give me, I want them.” 

With that, he gestured for her to get to work.

Sanji- 

Sanji outright preens at the lovely praise — her daddy was feeling proud of her, she was simply elated. She adores being told how pretty she looks, how gorgeous she is when she lets go completely, unmasking to her truest self. Being admired for being such a good girl for her daddy has her feeling giddy, shimmying her shoulders with delight. She continues this behavior until she feels one of Usopp’s fingers rubbing at her hole, stopping to openly moan right in Altair’s face. Knitting her brows together, she delves into a whining mess, crying out for her daddy — 

“Daddy! You’re so - fuck, you’re so good!” 

She has the urge to babble, but she thinks of the perfect way to stop herself, leaning in, she connects her mouth to Altair’s in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. She cries out periodically into their mouth, peeking her eyes open to get a glimpse at their reaction.

She should be embarrassed by the wet and squelching noises that fill the air around them, but the sounds only further arouse her, making her feel like a perfectly prepped doll for her daddy to play with. She feels useful . More and more fingers slide into her, and honestly, she loses count, her mind incapable of keeping up at the moment. 

“So many, so full,” she sobs out, her hips stuttering, thus rubbing her dick against Altair’s a few times. She cannot stop herself from whining upon feeling her daddy pulling out of her, but she is quickly hushed and reminded of her place, of what she aspired to be all along — a good, patient girl. Of course, daddy always knows best, knows when she needs to be steered in the right direction. 

“‘M a patient girl, daddy. I promise. Jus’ slipped up,” she is fully gone at this point, just eager to please and be pleased. Yes you are — and her dick twitches harshly against Altair’s, her whimpers filling the air around them. 

“Wolfie is my reward,” she parrots, in awe of being offered such a privilege. She licks her lips pointedly, her eyes raking down Altair’s face as if she were going to devour him. 

“I can give you more than one if that’s what will please you, daddy,” she says, turning her head so her chin touches her shoulder, speaking behind her to him. 

“Two? Maybe three… I’ll put on a good show for you, daddy. Make sure to pay close attention to me,” this sentence brings a pout to her pretty face, 

“Thank you for this gift. I’ll treasure him.” 

With that, she gets back to work, kissing Altair’s lips, cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin. She cradles his cheeks within her palms and gives him the most innocent, angelic face she can muster before speaking, 

“Wolfie, always loved your tits,” a whine, 

“They make me so hot . I dream of them, my darling. Dream of gnawing on them, draining a little blood from them.” She is biting at the plump of her lower lip now, 

“But what I’ve really always wanted to do? Wanna fuck ‘em. They’re so bouncy and perfect,” a whimper, 

“bet they’d feel so good.” She lowers her hands from his cheeks to his tits, grasping them within her hands — or as much as she can fit in her hands. The realization hits her hard, and with that she tightens her grip upon them. 

“Are they sensitive, my dear?” — she coos, massaging his pecs now, feigning an apology.

She places a final kiss to Altair’s mouth before sliding herself further down his body, lining her face up with his tits. Giving into her urges, she squeezes the pecs together, allowing herself of a perverted preview of what she would be fucking her dick into. She muffles her moan in between them, and she begins to feel an all too familiar feeling building up in her nose. Before letting it flow, she leans down to bite at Altair’s nipples, her teeth catching and playing with the pretty piercings. 

“Such fucking beautiful tits. Wanted to worship them for so long,” she whines out before delving back into the opposite nipple, giving it the same treatment as she did the first. Next, she is licking at them, now a feral little thing, desperate to find the appropriate area to bite. Once satisfied with her position, she sinks her teeth in deep . She moans as blood begins to surface from the mark, insistently licking at it. 

When she leans up to get a better look at Altair’s face, she realizes her nose has begun to drip blood, which was now smeared across the lower part of her face. She purposefully leans over Altair’s tits, allowing her blood to drip messily onto them. Dragging her fingers through the blood, she works some of it into the skin, giggling to herself — 

“They are even more beautiful coated in red. It’s truly your color, my sweet.” 

Finally , she is ready to make good on her promise. She is sitting up on Altair’s stomach, her dick resting right in between his tits. 

“Mmn, flex for me, honey. Promise I’ll make it good for you too,” with that she presses them together, enclosing around her dick. 

She begins to thrust sloppily at first, adjusting to the slide of her still flowing blood that coated them. Steadying herself, she moans openly, utterly blissed out, grateful to be able to live out another fantasy. And she voices this — 

“Thank- thank you, daddy. Su-such a thoughtful reward, so grateful. Am I pleasing you?”

 She continues thrusting, her hips snapping forward. Suddenly, she gets an idea. 

“Darling, need you to press your chin to your chest and stick out your tongue. Yeah?” 

Once the other does so, she thrusts with a bit more power, so much so that the head of her dick collides with the tip of Altair’s tongue. Her whimpers almost sound pained.

She continues thrusting at an erratic pace, nearing her peak so quickly from such an erotic display before her. When she does cum, it’s with a cry of pleasure, her head is thrown back, and her back is arched oh-so prettily. Marking Altair's face and tits gives her a thrill like no other — mine , mate .  She leans down and begins lapping at her own cum, gathering it on her tongue and then forcing it into Altair’s mouth. She does this a few times, sharing her cum and spit with the other man, before she turns to her daddy, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. 

“Want a taste, daddy?” she offers sweetly, sticking out her tongue and letting the cum drip slowly from it back onto Altair’s tits

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Altair feels himself melt the moment their daddy reveals him to be Princess’ reward, knowing whatever she had in mind would be sweet, sweet torture and pleasure for him. Her words have him burning hot. He always knew she had an obsession with his chest, but never knew the extent. 

He wished she’d told him sooner, but he’s so glad she’s telling him now. Or at least, that’s what he’d be thinking if he was capable of that. Instead, he’s caught between whining and growling out his approval of her appreciation, his beast purring inside, pleased at his Mate’s love for his body, her desire to worship and mark and use him. 

Her hands on his tits already have him groaning, but the feeling of her grip fighting, squeezing so tight, makes that groan end in a whine. He’s so sensitive now, no one’s ever toyed with his chest like this before. He never knew he needed it. Altair chases her kiss, smothering his noise of disappointment. Feeling her slide down, he lifts his head to watch as she squeezes his pecs together, whimpering at the sight. 

His tits are so big . It lights a spark in him he had never felt before, one of femininity and beauty, sexiness in a new form. He feels so hot , so happy his mate is enjoying playing with him so much as she smothers her moan into his skin. The feeling of her biting at his piercings has him yelping, loving the unexpected bite of pain. Her words once again leave him whimpering, straining against his cuffs, dying to touch her too. 

The moment he feels his Mate’s teeth sink into his chest, drawing blood, he howls , thrashing slightly against his bonds again. He wants to mark her back, needs to . Soon, he hopes. Her soothing licks leave him moaning, and as he looks back at her face, the sight of blood dripping has his pupils rapidly expanding, his tongue lolling out, begging for a taste. The feeling and sight of her rubbing her blood into his skin has his chest rumbling in a pleased purr, agreeing, her blood looks beautiful on him. 

As Sanji moves herself into position above him, he moans, low and long, the sight of her beautiful cock so close to his face so tantalizing. Altair flexes for her, just as she asked, and moans loudly alongside her, completely lost in the sights, sounds, and smells around him. He’s floating, only being pulled back when she begins speaking to him again, quickly obeying. He’s drooling all over himself, hiccuping moans sounding every time he gets a taste of her, of her cock, her pre-cum, her blood, and his sweat. The heat in his belly is molten, and he’s convinced he could cum like this, given enough time. 

Altair watches intently as she cums, eyes flicking between her face and her lovely cock, keeping his mouth open in hopes of catching some of her delectable flavor. He gets his wish as she feeds him her cum, moaning loudly into her mouth, his cock twitching wildly on his stomach, so close already. Her mischievous smile has his stomach tightening, waiting for what she has in store. He hadn’t expected her to turn to their daddy, asking if he’d like a taste. 

He wasn’t even given the chance to anticipate his Daddy’s reply, as immediate as it is. As the two kiss, swapping her cum,  blood, and Altair’s spit between them, he cums, a loud whine ripping from his throat as her seed shoots up and across her back and side. He’s panting and twitching by the time he comes down, dick still half hard, and already growing harder as he hears the two's reactions to his release. 

Usopp-

Sanji’s mischievous smile & teasing question have his heart beating a little faster. Normally, he’d spank her for it, but this was her reward. If she wishes to share with him, he’ll gladly allow her. 

“Of course, Doll.” He steps closer, kneeling on the bed as he motions for her to lick what she wasted back up, pulling her in by her hair and allowing her to deposit her cum into his mouth slowly, letting it slide inside before he swallows, moaning into her mouth. He kisses her roughly, eagerly swallowing her appreciative moans, reaching up with his other hand to grab her by the throat. He squeezes gently before letting go, suddenly hearing his puppy’s loud whine. He gasps as he turns just in time to watch him cum, covering his doll’s back and side. It’s beautiful . 

He came untouched, just from his tits being fucked and Daddy tasting their Doll’s cum. 

“ Fuuuuuuck ”, he groans, low and long. 

“ Good fucking boy Puppy, cumming untouched for us, marking your little rabbit with your scent. So ready for more, too. Both of you, so good for Daddy. I’m so proud of you.” Usopp is so pleased that both of his subs thrive on praise, he’s never been so thrilled to give it to them. 

“My perfect Doll, my sweet puppy, how lucky Daddy is to have both of you. Doing so good taking your rewards. Doll, now that you’ve gotten a taste of your reward, don’t you think it’s time for Puppy to get a reward too? After all, he showed his enjoyment for your reward so thoroughly .”

At that, Usopp rubs some of Altair’s cum into her skin, groaning as she moans and shivers at the feeling, having her Mate’s mark on her enough to keep her aroused, too. 

He steps away, allowing her to get to work on rewarding Altair. He never told her how, so he’s excited to see what she does, though he already has an idea of what it will be. He’s proven right moments later, moaning alongside the two. He has his own job to do though, so he moves back towards the front of the bed, moving up to kneel between Altair’s spread legs. 

Grabbing onto the tail nestled in his hole, he toys with it, thrusting it deeper inside of him, grinding it into his puppy’s prostate. His resulting howl is music to Usopp’s ears, as he begins to properly thrust the toy in and out of him. He knows Altair is prepared enough, but he wants to drive his puppy to over-stimulation sooner rather than later, eager to see just how many orgasms he can give them. After teasing him like this for a while, Usopp finally removes the toy, tossing it to the side to deal with later.

Quickly, he shucks his sweatpants and boxers off, grabbing the lube from beside him before squirting some onto his hand, jerking himself off to make sure the slide inside is smooth. Satisfied, he shuffles closer to Altair, rubbing the head of his cock against his hole before thrusting entirely inside, knowing his puppy likes it rough , loves to feel the burn and stretch. Usopp doesn’t move though, gritting his teeth as he resists the urge to buck into him hard , instead, just allowing Altair to warm him.

Sanji-

Daddy is quick to take control of the offered kiss, demanding her obedience with a hand tangled in her hair, pulling her in by the sensitive strands — just the way she likes it . She lets out a rather pitiful whimper into his mouth, her previously teasing demeanor wiped off her face after receiving such intimate affection from her daddy. 

He looks so powerful in this moment, standing back, observing his two darling pets taking pleasure in each other’s bodies. She craves more of his attention, more of his praise, more of him , but she knows she is just being greedy. The careful squeeze to her throat has her throbbing despite having just cum. She is about to beg for more pressure until she feels Altair coming undone beneath her.

A dirty moan rips from her throat as she feels herself being thoroughly marked with her lover’s seed, only emphasized once Usopp begins to massage the cum into her skin. Oh, she must reek of her Wolfie now, she thinks giddily to herself, the little rabbit within her jumping for joy at being marked so well. 

She feels an overwhelming need to thank and praise — and so she does, leaning down she holds Altair’s face within her hands, treating it as if it were the most precious thing to her at the moment. She places a searing kiss to their lips, losing herself for a moment before pulling away, 

“You marked me perfectly, Wolfie. Mmn, my mate treats me so well. Thank you,” and with that she kisses him once more before sitting back up on top of him.

Daddy is proud of her, daddy thinks she is a perfect little doll. Her mind is racing upon receiving such high praise, floating off and being replaced with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“Thank you, daddy,” she is twisting her body about, her voice as sweet as she can possibly manage. 

“Time for Wolfie’s reward,” she repeats to herself, placing one final kiss to the corner of Altair’s mouth before scooting further down his body, leaving a trail of fleeting kisses on her way down. In between kisses, she is uttering praises, 

“Indulged me so well, my sweetheart. Such a good boy , cumming from getting your tits played with.” 

Once she reaches his cock, she sits up again and makes eye contact with Altair. Once she has his gaze fixed on her, she spits into her hand, letting it drip sensually from her lips and into her palm. She wraps the spit coated hand around her lover’s dick, working it though it surely is still sensitive. Taking her hand, she places it on her lower stomach, prodding the area with her fingers. 

“Bet I will be able to feel you right here, don’t you think, Wolfie? You always fill me out so well, such a big cock. I’ll even let you cum in me if you want — maybe a few times to make sure your seed sticks in my womb.” 

With that she hoists herself up and sits fully on Altair’s dick, a whine of appreciation exiting her mouth as she feels almost stretched beyond her limits, deciding not to ease into things in preference of the sweet burn. 

“So deep, so full,” she is still whining, willing herself to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly, she begins to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding down on the dick nestled inside her. It is not often that she gets to hold the reins, so she will be damned if she isn’t going to take her time with her gift.

Altair- 

Altair’s little rabbit’s praise as he floats back down from his peak leaves him whining, her kisses making him whimper for more. It’s time for his reward . He shivers, excited, praise for good behavior makes him melt like nothing else, boneless beneath her as he watches her trail kisses down his body. Her words between every kiss leave him groaning deeply, beyond happy to please his rabbit, feeling so good hearing his mate calling him a good boy , it makes a whine rip from his throat, needing to be good for her again, earn his reward even more. He calms his thrashing as much as he can as she reaches for his cock, eyes locking onto her movements. 

He’s growling as she lets her spit drip into her hand before touching his aching flesh. His cock jerks in her grasp, and he humps into her hand once, twice, before stilling himself. The sight of her prodding at her stomach has him shuddering, feeling a desperate urge to bury himself inside her, ready to see that she’s right, see his cock bulging against her skin. Her words have him sinking deeper back into his instincts and needs, snarling at her permission, the idea of marking her womb with his seed so deeply, so often that it takes, filling her with his pups, has what’s left of his sane mind shattering deliciously.

As Sanji sinks down on his length, he keeps his eyes trained on her stomach, eager to watch his bulge forming and moving inside of her. Her whines are met with appreciative growls, her grinding with his own. It’s taking everything in him not to thrust up into her, but Mate is in control, all he needs to do right now is lay there and take it . It’s sweet torture, one of the greatest rewards. The feeling of Usopp driving home right after has howls escaping his lungs, breathless at the sheer amount of stimulation so soon after his orgasm. It already has him hurtling fast towards another, but he’s determined to try and hold out at least a little this time.

 It’s difficult, as he’s caught between both of his partners at once, overwhelming every part of him. Unsure where to focus, he lets himself float away, giving into the overstimulation the two force upon him, their voices faint whispers on the outside of his pleasure. Certain words and sentences manage to penetrate that fog occasionally, Sanji’s sweet little whimpers and praise as she works herself over his cock, Usopp’s moans and praising of them both, everything he hears and feels just adds to the pleasure they’re drenching him in. At some point without him realizing it, his eyes closed, the too much feeling within him easing into pure euphoria.

Altair doesn’t realize it, but he hasn’t stopped whining and howling since the two pounced on him, constantly whining and showing his appreciation for the high he’s being granted. Usopp’s slow and deep thrusts take his breath away, hitting directly against his prostate every thrust in and Altair can feel himself twitching hard inside of Sanji, desperately trying to prolong this feeling, this weightlessness, all of the sensations around him. Usopp pets at his spread thighs, soothing little touches and helping quiet him down, alongside his little Rabbit’s words, melting him down to his very essence.

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Usopp-

Usopp is in awe watching his two beautiful partners work, giving wholly into their desires and pleasures the second he gives them permission. His puppy is so tight around him, making him groan, his appreciation loud, making sure they know just how good they’re making him feel. It makes them tighten further for a second, & he loses his battle to patience, giving in and thrusts by roughly into them the way they love . It jolts and shakes Sanji on top of them, but it just adds to her pleasure too. Altair is wild underneath her, teeth bared in a feral snarl of pleasure near constantly, groans, growls, & whimpers non-stop. 

“So fuckin tight , such a sweet puppy for Daddy, and so good to his rabbit too, letting her use him for her pleasure. I can feel you getting close Puppy, let go. Let go so I can fill you up, just like you need, mark you as mine. You want that don’t you, sweet boy?”

“Yea, wanna smell just like daddy, just like rabbit too. Don’t worry, we’ll mark you as ours, too. Everyone will know whose puppy you are, will smell us on you, skin deep, never be able to wash us off.” 

Usopp moans low, hips stuttering some as he thinks about his plans for the two, how filthy they’re about to get. Fuck. He’s already getting close, but needs to hold out at least until their Doll cums. Sanji, whether she knows it or not, is the linchpin in his plan. He leans forward, wrapping a hand around her throat before pulling her back towards him, whispering what he wants from her in her ear. 

“1, 2, Daddy’s talking to you. Listen up sweet angel, Daddy has an idea on how to drive Wolfie wild for you, think you can listen and follow it? Yea? Good Girl , knew you could. Daddy wants you to mark up Altair, just like how he marked you as his territory, his mate, today.”

“You deserve to be able to leave your mark on Puppy too, and I just know he’ll love it. Don’t you think, Doll?” With that, he lets her go, focusing again on thrusting deeply into Altair, his newfound rhythm spurring Sanji into action too.

Sanji-

Sanji snaps back to reality the moment she hears her daddy beginning to count down, the numbers reaching deep within the fog floating about in her mind and pulling her forth. He is whispering to her, his hand secure on her throat to ensure utter obedience, and she is absolutely loving every word. 

Bringing her hand up to cover her daddy’s she gives it a gentle squeeze to let him know she is listening and attentive. Always so eager to please, she offers a breathless “yes, daddy” before her mind is reeling with her next move. The decision is abruptly made for her once she catches a glimpse of Altair’s face — he looks to be a blissed out mess, a beautiful mess.

Cooing to him, she leans down and cups his cheek within her palm, her thumb absentmindedly caressing the skin beneath it. 

“Wolfie, my darling, you look gorgeous. You’re doing so good for us, such a good boy, ” she praises, her voice dripping with sweetness, 

“You’re making me and daddy feel so good. Thank you for giving us your body use. I have another reward for you, something special just for my mate.” 

She chooses not to key him in, deciding the element of surprise would be best in the scenario, desperate to see her Wolfie wild .  Sealing her promise with a tender kiss, she nips harshly at the plump of Altair’s lip as she pulls away, a hint of the filth that was to come.

Lifting her body up, she begins bouncing at a tantalizing pace, pausing to grind down every now and then. She drags her hands up from her thighs to her lower stomach, cradling the indentation of Altair’s dick within her hands. 

“Look, Wolfie, my tummy is already poking out,” she giggles to herself then biting down on her lower lip to muffle a moan, 

“Imagine how it’ll look stuffed with your pups. Can feel you brushing my womb with every bounce..” Emphasizing this by taking herself nearly off of his dick and slamming back down in an instant, a whimper rushing up her throat as she nails her prostate. 

“Love your dick so much, hits me in all the right places.”

Bouncing relentlessly now, her pace is wild and erratic — she is desperately chasing her orgasm. Using Altair’s dick, she angles it to hit the most perfect spot within her, babbling out her praises and thanks upon every direct hit. Daddy taught her well, always be appreciative of the pleasure you’re given. 

Her head is thrown back with a long, drawn out moan, her eyes closing in pure ecstasy. She drags her hands up to her chest and squeezes her nipples in between her fingers, pinching and rolling them, ever so eager to put on a pretty show for her lovers. Her bangs are stuck to her forehead, the blonde strands now becoming wavy, framing her face beautifully. 

“ Oh fuck ! Need-need to cum. Daddy, please, is it - can I?” Usopp leans forward, his lips inches away from her ear — 

“ Cum ”. 

And she does, hard .

She cums untouched, her dick bobbing up and down wildly, coating Altair’s chest. Sobbing out little moans of over stimulation, she continues to ride her lover, tears falling down her cheeks at a steady pace. She takes a deep breath and just lets go , pissing all over the other man’s pecs and stomach. Whimper and whines tear their way from her throat and she is practically convulsing. Never too ashamed to beg, she starts her onslaught, 

“Mate! In me! Need it so-so badly. Breed! Please! Deep!”

Altair-

Sweet, sweet praises break through the fog, bringing Puppy back up to the surface again, his eyes rolling forward towards her as he opens them, dazed. She’s promising him another reward, something special and he whines, needing whatever she wants to give him. 

He bucks up into her in excitement before righting himself, knowing he has to wait. The nip of his lip ending their kiss has him whining for more, wanting her to bite his hip open. The moment she begins bouncing though, he’s lost again, eyes glued to her movements. 

He watches carefully as she cradles the bulge of his dick inside of her, licking his lips and growling. The image of her filled with his pups again has him throwing his head back and howling, thrashing desperately. He needs it, needs to breed her. 

Over and over and over . Her praise at how good he’s fucking her just makes him fuck harder into her, determined to pleasure her as much as he can. He can feel how close she is, he needs it bad, her babbling all he can focus on. He tries to reply, to comfort and coo at her, but no words come out, only hushed woofs and hums, groans of pure pleasure mixed in. Her pretty little fingers playing with her pretty little chest has him soaring to new heights, adoring seeing her get off, it gets him off too. 

The moment Daddy give’s her permission to cum, Altair begins to lose it, the ropes of her cum covering his chest, marking him nice and messy just like he did her. He’s so fucking close , desperate to join her in ecstasy. He doesn’t expect her to let go after that, the warm rivers of piss flowing across his body sending him into overdrive. Her begging is the final straw and he snaps . 

Straining against his cuffs, he thrusts into her hard , his howling practically screaming, and he cums. He doesn’t stop moving, thrashing so hard they can all hear the restraints start to creak, uncomfortably close to ripping. He’s desperate, completely undone, but still so needy . Despite both of their orgasms, he continues to fuck into her, bucking his hips up as hard and far as he can, bouncing her in his lap. 

He’s snarling, the overstimulation prolonging his orgasm. Despite his dick flagging some, he remains half hard, determined to fuck himself into her to full hardness again. It’s then that Daddy steps in, counting in warning. The moment Altair hears him, he whimpers, settling back down again, though still humping gently into his rabbit. 

Usopp-

Usopp is in awe. He knew Altair was strong, knew he could break free if he tried, knew Sanji losing it and pissing all over him would drive him wild, but he never expected this . The man truly looks like a feral beast, desperate to fuck and tear into his little rabbit. His face is contorted into a beautiful snarl, teeth bared and saliva flying. It’s disgusting, it’s gorgeous . It’s enough to make him cum, groaning low and fucking as deep into Altair as he can, holding himself there. It makes his puppy whine, long and loud, oh so pleased to have been marked by his Daddy too. But he’s not done, not quite. 

“Shhhh, settle down puppy, you’re okay,” he groans out, desperate to comfort his sub. That was a second intense orgasm for him, and it’s clear he’s not done yet either. God, Usopp knew he had incredible stamina and an insane libido, but three , back to back? He shivers, knowing there was so much more he could do with them both now. Looking up, he addresses Altair again. 

“Puppy. I have another reward for you, but you have to stay still okay? Need you to be good for me, need an answer.” A pitiful whine is what he gets in reply, his good boy clearly struggling to stay still.

“ Good Boy, so proud of you, so happy to take care of you, proud to mark you as mine .” At that, he groans, finally feeling himself let go, the relief and release making him groan again. He watches as Altair’s eyes go wide before rolling back in his head as he cums, again , his sobbing whine music to their ears. 

Sanji’s own answering cry has him pulling her close to him, kissing her deeply as he finally finishes pissing, fucking deep into Altair again and enjoying the disgusting squelch, the wetness that pours out of him, knowing that he marked his puppy deeper than anyone else has. Marked his property, his territory . 

Pulling away, he leans past her shoulder, whistling to get his pups attention. Once he has it, Usopp leans further forward. His voice is a deep rumble, commanding, obeying respect. 

“Mine. My Mates. My Territory. Mine .” He once again grabs his doll by the neck, pulling her in close and biting into her shoulder, deep. He sinks his teeth in until he tastes blood, only then pulling back to lap at the wound. Altair’s whine is music to his ears, desperate and needy. Kissing her wound gently, he pulls her in close, kissing her deeply, making her taste her blood on his lips. 

“Daddy has one last present for you both, but he’s going to need you to listen and behave for a moment.” He groans the words out, thrusting into Altair one last time, and slowly pulling out, stepping back to watch as the disgusting mess pours out of him. Both of them groan, Altair from the feeling and Usopp from the sight, a nasty little puddle forming below Altair. It’s putrid. It’s hot . He turns back to his whimpering doll, cooing softly at her. 

“Such a good pretty little doll, taking her Masters seed to well, so well bred already. But that isn’t enough for either of you, is it? No, daddy knows. That’s why he got you both a new toy. Doll? Can you slide off the puppy for now?” 

As she does, he gathers her up in his arms, carrying her over to the nest vaguely hidden in the corner. He’s glad neither of them noticed it, it’s the perfect way to end the night, three beautifully carnal gifts. Setting her down, her kisses her forehead before heading over to his drawer, pulling out the second one to grab a small black box, unlabeled. Walking back to his doll, he tilts the box, opening the lid to let her look inside. It’s a knot sheath . Her gasp has heat coiling in his belly again, but this isn’t about him.

“I think it’s time we untie our good boy, don’t you? Set Wolfie free? Look how desperate he is again, barely holding back from ripping his restraints off, just to fuck you . Such a good Mate, ready to breed you right .” 

He lowers his voice to a whisper, just for her, “ so ready to knot you, little rabbit. Your big bad wolf will finally knot you .” At that, he walks away, untying Altair. He rubs at his wrists and ankles as he does, soothing the aching limbs. 

“Puppy. Are you ready for your last reward?” A whimper is all he gets in response, but that’s enough for him. 

“I want you to go over to your rabbit, and kneel beside her, do not move. She has a present to put on you. Let her, then you can have your way with her.” 

He leads Altair to the nest, reveling in his growls and howls of approval. He watches as his puppy dives into the nest, rolling around before kneeling beside her, like he was told. 

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Altair-

The moment Altair see’s the knot, he growls, eyes locked on Sanji’s hands and the box within them. He allows her to put it on him, twitching and straining to stay still. Once it’s on, he pounces, pushing her into a mating press and thrusting deep inside of her, trying to force his knot into her. 

He feels whole, desperate to finally be able to knot his rabbit, to breed her the way he should, the way she deserves . Tied to him until it takes, stuck together. He needs that so desperately, growling and snarling into her chest, leaving nips and bites all over, her skin a bloody, smeared mess. The need to breed has fully consumed him.

Sanji nearly topples over upon receiving a rather hard thrust from the man below her, but she manages to steady herself by gripping onto his thighs, her nails digging crescent moon shapes into the skin. She gasps as she hears the restraints creaking, bracing herself as she is sure that they are about to snap and unleash the feral beast that has been patiently waiting to devour her whole. 

It’s not that she doesn’t want that, of course — no, she craves it in fact, but that will come in due time. A dirty moan rips from her throat as she feels herself being filled to the brim with her lover’s cum, the more animalistic side of her appeased for now after being thoroughly bred by her mate. Pitiful, overstimulated whimpers fill the air around them as she is repeatedly bounced on the half hard cock still nestled deep within her. Tears are welling up in her eyes as she allows her gaze to lower to Altair, who looks a beautiful mess. She cries out for him, though she knows there’s nothing he can do but continue to jump into her, but she’s desperate for his touch.

Daddy steps in to make his move to count down for the two messy subs, and they both release a noise akin to a pained whimper as they have to slow down their ministrations, clearly out of their minds with lust and pleasure. But as always, daddy knows how to steer them in the right direction, cooing soothing words to the pair, bringing them down gently from their high. 

Sanji-

Sanji is babbling again, this time repeating the word “mate” to herself under her breath, a little thing that can only be heard if you’re looking out for it. She repeats this in conjunction with each little hump she receives, not sure of any other way to show her appreciation in the moment. Grinding down to meet only every other hump, she is clearly growing exhausted from her strenuous activities. Yet she wills herself to remain seated upright on the cock within her, ever so prettily posing so her daddy will have something good to look at while he cums.

She wasn’t anticipating to be filled again so soon, and the feeling has her outright sobbing with ecstasy. Only silenced by her daddy’s lips on her own, she kisses back all too eagerly, an uncoordinated thing filled with spit and teeth as that is all she can manage at the moment, her brain has long turned to utter mush. Then daddy starts to talk . 

She is nothing more than a litany of cries and moans, the words feeling like a brand. They belong to daddy. They are his to use and play with, his mates , his territory . Next, she’s being grabbed once again by her neck, one of her favorite places for daddy to grab, and she is being pulled in close to Usopp, shivering upon the contact of his hot skin. 

Once he sinks his teeth into her, she swears she blacks out. No thoughts, no worries, nothing except ownership . Her daddy has marked her as his, and it is something that she will wear with utmost pride. She can already see herself prodding at it in the mirror the next day, pressing the tips of her fingers into it until she sucks in a desperate breath of air. Oh , she cannot wait.

The praise hits her deeply, stealing her breath away in exchange for little pants of air, much similar to an exhausted animal. 

“Always pretty and good for you, daddy. Your doll,” she repeats, needing to solidify the words. She whines as she slides off of Altair’s dick, her hole pulsing as if it were still searching him out. Finding herself in a cozy nest, she takes a moment to snuggle into the warmth, the comfort.

 She could almost see herself dozing off here, but she still has work to do. Her daddy wants more from her and who is she to deny such a powerful man? She can will herself to go further for him, exhausted and tired as she may be at the moment. 

A gasp rings out as she is presented with the knot sheath, her softened dick bobbing up with interest again, heat pooling in her core. 

“Need to be bred again, daddy. It’s not enough, need more ,” she is rubbing at her lower stomach to emphasize her words, twisting about. 

The next words that are whispered to her get her dick standing at full attention again — just the mere thought of being knotted by her mate has her beyond desperate. Finally, it’s as if all of the puzzle pieces are falling together at this moment, something that she has been craving is finally within her grasp. She is ready to be nothing more than a hole for her mate, a hole meant for his knot, for his pups.

Sanji returns her lover’s growls with shy little whimpers of her own, her hands shaking with excitement as she moves to place the sheath on Altair’s dick. She doesn’t have any time to think before she is being pounced upon, quickly positioned into the perfect mating position, thus making her squeal with delight. 

The two within her weren't enough, she craved the third, always a greedy little thing. Flashes of the two of them being locked together by a knot has her screaming out in pleasure as she is thoroughly fucked into the nest. She manages to cry out to her Wolfie, 

“Breed! Knot! Mate! Need-need your knot! Please! Wan-want to be marked! Want more! Please!”

Sanji’s screams and moans are met with howls and growls, each one spurring Altair’s movements further, grinding harder into her, feeling as her hole starts to slowly give more and more, starting to accept his knot.

Altair- 

Her words alongside that feeling have him snarling again, snapping his hips hard against her, fucking as far into her as he can manage without pulling too far away from her. It’s rough, his hips slapping into hers insistently, her knees pressed back to her shoulders, their chests touching where he leans down, lapping at her pulse point. If she wishes to be marked, he’ll be sure to cover her in all kinds of his marks. 

Starting with adding another one here, on the opposite side of Usopp’s own mark. Without warning, he sinks his teeth in, not letting go as he continues his quest to knot her, breed her. He feels himself growling before he realizes he is, the sound muffled into her flesh, blood seeping from around the wound into his mouth and down into the nest, already marking it as theirs. It’s not enough . He needs to completely smother her in his entire being, his very essence in every form. 

With that single thought in mind, he lets go of her neck, letting her fall back into the nest before turning and baring his neck to her, growling his clear command to her, ‘ bite .’ She does, lunging forward to sink her teeth deep into his pulse point, easily drawing blood. It has him moaning deeply, his hips stuttering a moment before driving in harder, faster . 

His thrusts have become humps, desperate rough things that grind his dick further into her, just barely brushing against her prostate as the knot slowly sinks further into her. She’s so close to taking it all, and it drives him wild , howling and doubling his efforts to make it all fit. Every grind drives it even deeper, and Altair is completely out of his mind. Every fiber of his being is screaming to knot , fuck his little rabbit until she forgets everything except being his . His Mate. Mate .

The word sticks out, shining through the fog. He growls, testing the letters in his mouth, “M-A-T-E, Ma-te, Mate .” Once he gets it, it’s the only thing he can repeat, the word describing both his partner and their actions. It’s’ purely instinct and animalistic need, no thoughts filling his head but her . 

He continues to growl mate , his words matching his pace, the word devolving further and further into near mindless growls, only audible if one was listening closely and knew what to listen for. The way she hangs onto his neck so deliciously has his hips stuttering, so tantalizingly close to his peak, but not yet . Not until they’re knotted, tied together, finally.

Altair has stopped humping into her, and has simply begun grinding instead, focusing on getting the middle of the knot inside her, the last hurdle before he can sink fully into her. He pants, focusing, and then he feels it, feels his knot finally sink in, and he howls, quickly resuming his humping, roaring as he reaches his peak, driving his hips as close to hers as possible, curling over her and holding her body down onto his. 

He’s growling as she cums, shivering at the overstimulation and the beauty of her noises, angelic music made just for him by his mate. As much as he wants to give into her cries for coddling, he’s not done yet. He hasn’t marked her thoroughly enough for his beast yet, so he widens his stance, nipping at her ear and growling to hush her, warning her he isn’t through yet. As she falls limp, he sinks his teeth into one of the few unmarred patches of skin on her shoulder, and let’s go.

He whines as he does, relief, pleasure, and pride coursing through his body, making him shudder at the delicious concoction. Her response to his final mark of ownership has him preening, humping into her again as he continues to piss, fully emptying his bladder into her womb, locking it inside of her alongside three loads of his seed. She’s marked full of him, will always remember what he feels like, keeping her bursting with him.

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Usopp- 

Usopp sits in the soiled mess on the sheets, shivering at the disgusting feeling of the mixture of their marks sinking into his skin. It’s repulsive, he loves it. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would not only be into piss, but would get off on it in so many different ways. He’s learned so much about himself and his partners over this past year and some. God he loves them. Fuck , he loves watching them. He jerks himself off watching them, their animalistic fucking the very definition of mating and breeding, nothing more than animals moving off of instinct and need alone. 

Depraved little slaves to their lust, he’s so happy . He moans his appreciation, but he’s sure neither of them can hear him over their animalistic noises. It makes it even hotter, his subs so lost in each other, made for each other. ‘ Fuck. They were, they really were. All three of them .’ As that thought crosses his mind, Altair howls, his knot finally sinking in, and cumming. Sanji’s own resulting orgasm has him losing it once again, moaning loudly as he spills over his hand and stomach, shivering as he keeps going until overstimulation bites at him. 

Quickly, he stands up, running to grab the aftercare bag he had prepared earlier. There’s water, protein bars, pedialyte, baby wipes, ibuprofen, towels, and even another blanket for the two. Usopp is nothing if not an extremely efficient packer, and he’s proud of it. 

Quickly making his way back to their bedroom, he finds the two still locked in a mating press, huffing and panting into each other's skin, basking in the moment, the feelings and sensations of everything they had just done, and in each other. It makes his heart melt. He loves them both, loves them so much . He’ll tell Altair tonight, tell them both. He and Sanji both will. 

Making his way back fully inside the room, he walks over to the two, cooing out praises, telling them how good they were, how well they did, how proud he is of them for taking their rewards so well . 

“So proud of you Doll, Puppy, so good for me, did so well. Deserved every second of those rewards, deserve so many more. Daddy is so so happy, you’ve given him so much more than he could have ever wished for. I love you two.” 

That last thought slips out before he could catch it, but he won’t take it back, their cries in response melting his heart. He can see tears forming in Altair’s eyes, the man always so sensitive after such intense scenes. Always so open, so honest with them. It tells him everything he needed to know. He’s sure Sanji can see it too.

Sanji-

Sanji is suddenly hit with an overwhelming urge to soothe and coddle her darling Wolfie, just knowing he is putting forth such tremendous effort to knot her, she feels the need to reward him for such good behavior. Bringing a shaky hand up to her lover’s face, she gently caresses the soft skin there, cooing sweet praise and admiration to him all the while. 

“Such a big knot Wolfie, I’m so pleased. Doing such a good job working it into me, stuffing me full. Going to fill me up just how I like — how I need, aren’t you? Of course you are always such a good boy for me, treating me so well,” she babbles on like this until she can no longer form coherent words, her praises morphing into whines and moans of appreciation.

 She peppers kisses across every available inch of Altair’s face, alternating between kisses and kitten licks of affection, clearly already losing herself to her more primal instincts. As the knot sinks deeper and deeper into her, she grows more desperate, wiggling her hips along with each thrust that is delivered, willing the knot to slip inside.

Her chest is heaving against Altair’s and she is panting out little gasps of air, pitiful things that could easily be mistaken for whines. She tries her best to keep up with the other man’s insistent thrusting, but she is simply too exhausted, her body falling limp in his strong hold, which only makes her all the more flexible. Sobs wracked her body as she is being tossed between overstimulation and pleasure, a perfect mix of the two given to her by her love. 

He held her pleasure within his hands, he decided what is too much or too little, and she loves it. Giving up her free will to another is a scary thing, but having such a level of trust to allow the opportunity to do so gets her hot. She knows she will be well taken care of, knows that she will have all of her needs met and then some. Crying out for more, her mouth is open in a silent scream as she feels the knot slipping further and further into her. “Yes! Knot!” — she calls out, any semblance of embarrassment erased from her as she begs.

Once she feels Altair latching onto her, her eyes roll up into the back of her head, a drawn out whine falling from her agape mouth. His growls tie her stomach in knots, and she is curious to see just how much further she can push him into his feral headspace, so she encourages him, 

“Yes, Wolfie! Bite! Mark! I’m yours!” — she ushers out, loving the feeling of his teeth sinking further and further into her flesh, marking her efficiently. A pitiful whimper escapes her as she feels him unlatching himself from her, but she quickly swallows her cry back down as she realizes just what her beloved is asking of her — bite . 

She noses at his neck, searching for his pulse, and once she finds it, she sinks her teeth in immediately, breaking the skin. Moaning at the taste of his blood flowing into her mouth she becomes desperate, sucking at the bite. Before she can stop herself, she is growling her appreciation, and albeit a much quieter one than her Wolfie’s, it is still apparent.

“Mate,” she echoes, finally letting go of Altair’s pulse point, licking her lips to get the remnants of blood off of them. She too begins repeating the word, seemingly in a trance of her own desires. Each hump and grind of Altair’s dick is met with enthusiastic rolls of her hips, all for the sake of popping the knot within her. 

She is wild with ecstasy, feeling her lover’s dick brushing against her prostate has whimpers flying from her lips. Her mind is a blank slate aside from a few feral words: mark , knot , breed , and mate . She has completely given herself over to her inner rabbit, now left to be a desperate little thing, waiting for the privilege of being bred by her powerful mate. 

She brings her attention back to the bite mark she left upon his neck, and she begins to lick at it, humming as the combined taste of sweat and blood fills her, egging her on to bite again. And so she does, though this bite is more of a nip. 

As soon as the knot pops inside of her, she is cumming, hard . Her vision blacks out and she holds onto her dear Wolfie for comfort as the world around her shrinks to just the two of them. She and her mate, united as one, locked in together. But it appears he isn’t done, hushing her and latching harshly onto her shoulder. She moans as she feels herself being filled utterly to the brim, tears falling onto her rosy red cheeks. Happy tears, of course, as she is simply overjoyed to have the privilege of being marked so deeply, so thoroughly. 

“Wolfie did good. Rabbit is happy. Well bred. Well marked,” the words feel foreign on her tongue, but she still manages, and though her words are breathless, they are full of love and adoration. She places a trail of kisses along his jawline, whispering sweet nothings to him all the while. Wrapping her arms around him fully, she uses her hands to carefully massage at his back, helping him release his tensed muscles. She needs to repay him for breeding her so well.

Daddy appears with praises, the words branding their way onto Sanji’s brain. She did good, daddy is proud of her. Then, there’s that word that sets her off, love . Not only was this directed at her, but to her Wolfie as well. She immediately lifts her gaze to him, searching for the realization of what was just said. Once she sees tears welling up, she is quick to swoop in, licking them away and placing kisses in their path. She whispers against his skin, 

“You are so loved, Wolfie. We love you.” And she means it.

Altair-

His Mates words have purrs rumbling through this chest as tears continue to fall, just for her to lick up and soothe.

“Love Mates, too.” He murmurs the words, just loud enough for them both to hear it, overwhelmed with feeling. 

“Love so much . Can’t live without.” 

He’s baring his soul to them, unabashed in his love. It’s a lot to handle it all right now, so he buries his head in her neck, purrs rumbling his chest at their closeness, their love . He could fall asleep like this. Beast is tempted to, full and locked with Mate. But as he slowly comes back to himself, his more rational mind protests, knowing they need to clean up, and that Usopp will make them. Daddy will clean them up. 

As the thought crosses his mind, he looks up again, watching as Daddy makes his way towards the pair, still a mess of cum and piss, but carrying an aftercare bag, ready for them all. It makes him melt all over again, the love he has for them both so clearly represented in how thoroughly he takes care of them. Altair has never had a love like this, and he never wants to let them go. Feeling more capable of speaking, he pipes up. 

“Daddy. Love you too. Mate. Love you. Thank you.” 

It’s the most he can express right now without becoming overwhelmed again, but he knows it’s more than enough. Leaning back down, he gently grabs Sanji’s face, pulling her into a soft kiss, so full of emotion. Letting go of her softly, he turns, making grabby hands at Usopp. The man huffs a laugh, and makes his way over, offering them both equally heartfelt kisses. 

They’re so in love, so lucky. Altair thinks he’ll never be happier. It’s then that Usopp decides it’s time to clean up, and he begins checking on the two, wiping them down with the baby wipes to get rid of the mess on them for now. They’ll still need to shower, but it’s good enough to get them out of the nest without making a further mess of it. That’s where they’ll sleep, after all. He’s sure of it. 

Usopp-

As Usopp carefully wipes them down, he assesses their wounds, making sure he notes where each is so that he can disinfect them after they shower. Once he’s satisfied with how much he was able to wipe away, he begins speaking again. 

“Puppy, Doll, how are you doing? Give me your colors.” They do, & he’s pleased. They’re coming down well. 

“Good. Puppy, can you stand? Yes? Good, good okay, Daddy is going to need you to carry rabbit into the shower okay? We don’t want to separate you two until then. Good boy, thank you, doing so well for us. Daddy will join you in a second, I need to wipe myself down first. I’ll only be a second, my loves.” 

True to his word, he wipes himself down quickly, meeting them in the bathroom just as Altair steps into the shower. 

“ Good Boy! Thank you for bringing her so gently into here! Now, I know neither of you wants to separate, but we have to get clean, okay?” They whine and whimper but nod, knowing Daddy is always right. 

“Okay. Doll, I’m going to need you to relax okay? Puppy, pull out slowly, and set her down gently. She probably won’t be able to walk right, so please hold her up okay? I’ll help clean you two up, don’t worry about anything except each other, Daddy’s got you.”

 At that, he watches as they nod, slowly relaxing and moving, pulling the knot back out of Sanji inch by inch. It makes her loud again, overstimulation likely kicking in. Usopp feels bad, but they have to do this. She’ll be able to relax much better once she’s clean and in the nest. 

He’s sure Altair figured it out, from the look he gave the nest before getting up. He isn’t so sure it’s clicked yet for Sanji, his doll a sweet little airhead sometimes, especially after intense pleasure. She’ll be so excited when she realizes, Usopp is sure her little rabbit will be pleased to nest with her Mates. Finally, Usopp watches as Altair finally pulls free, his whine and her gasp as everything her Wolfie marked her with flows out, onto him then down the drain. It makes Usopp shiver, saving that mental image for later. Right now, he has to focus on cleaning them. 

So he does, gently moving them out of the way of the shower head, grabbing it off the hook and starting it. He tests the water temperature, making sure it’s perfectly relaxing for them, to help him work the knots and kinks out of their muscles as he cleans them. His subs deserve utmost devotion and relaxation, and he is sure to provide. It is his favorite thing to do, after all.

He starts with Sanji, as Altair helps to hold her up, he gently washes her hair, then her face, and then moves onto her body. He’s sure to massage her sore muscles, humming his SniperKing theme as he does, a comfort song for them all. It does wonders to make her melt, and allows him to clean her fully. Next, he sets her down on the seat in their shower with a towel, keeping her close by but away from the spray of the water as he begins washing Altair. 

He continues his humming, having the man bend down as he washes his beautiful mane. Usopp makes sure to massage his scalp, petting him as he goes. He follows the same process he did with Sanji, thoroughly cleaning and loving every inch of his body. 

Finally, Usopp begins washing himself off, so very ready to curl up into the nest with his partners. He loves them so much, and he’s sure to tell them again as they make their way back into the bedroom, Altair carrying his princess the way she should be, setting her down in the nest as he goes to pick out her clothes.

Sanji-

Sanji continuously peppers kisses all over her mate’s face, not wanting to leave even an inch without any attention from her. All the while she is whispering sweet nothings to him, giving him the courage to speak his mind, bare his heart to them. 

Once he does, a bright smile tugs the corners of her lips upwards, and she allows him to bury his face into the crook of her neck, her hand finding purchase in his beautiful locks of hair, massaging his scalp as gently and lovingly as possible. She responds with a soft purr of her own, a quiet thing only intended for him to hear, to help settle him down. 

“My mate. My love ,” she solidifies, needing to speak her own truth in the moment as well. A part of her wants to stay here with him forever, locked in together, basking in their love and appreciation for each other, but she knows daddy will want to have them both cleaned up, and daddy always knows best.

Before her daddy can even begin the process she is quick to usher out her thanks, her appreciation for him, 

“Thank you for helping us, daddy. For taking such good care of us. Love you so much.” 

She offers him her sweetest smile, a cute little thing filled with utmost love and adoration. Her attention is snapped back onto her Wolfie the second he speaks up again, and she is quickly melting into a puddle of emotions. Tears prick at the corner of her eyes, overwhelmed with feelings, only to be pulled into one of the most tender kisses she has ever experienced. 

She kisses back immediately, hoping that her own declaration of love shines through. Just when she thinks she cannot get any higher, Usopp swoops in for a gentle kiss as well, his bursting at the seams with his own love. She feels whole in this moment, and she never wants to let it go, but she knows all things must come to an end, and she must get cleaned up before she is able to bask fully.

The next few moments pass in a whirlwind, and she is only able to catch glimpses of her surroundings, her mind still floating about in that oh so wonderful fog. She feels herself being carried away, presumably to the shower, so she hangs onto her Wolfie with all of her might, now at the perfect angle to lick and nip at his neck affectionately. Groom , dote , coddle — these words are still on repeat in her mind, urging her to act. 

“Thank you for always taking such good care of me, Wolfie. Grateful for you,” and with that she gets back to her task at hand, grooming him to the best of her current ability. 

Usopp’s voice chimes in, disrupting her train of thought and bringing her back to the present. She whines at the thought of being separated from her Wolfie, her distaste apparent on her face as she wears her biggest pout. But again, daddy knows best, so she eventually nods in agreement, allowing him to instruct Altair as to how to do this in the safest, quickest way possible. 

Thankful for her lovers doting on her so dutifully, she ushers out her thanks with gentle kisses to each of their cheeks. They always take such good care of her, especially when she is so bare and vulnerable like this. It makes her feel safe and secure, warm and coddled, loved and appreciated. 

She is too caught up in her own thoughts to realize that the two of them are separating, which causes her to cry out in overstimulation as the knot is being slowly extracted from her. Aware that this is for the better, she bites down on her lip to prevent any protests from slipping out, and to help quiet herself back down. She is not sure what exactly is coming next, but knowing her daddy, it was something she would surely enjoy and find peace with.

She moans with delight as she feels the warm water caressing her body and her daddy’s strong hands working out her tensed muscles. Finding herself repeating “thank you,” on a repeated cycle, as this is the only sentence she can muster at the moment. She is truly at a loss for words, her emotions too powerful, and she finds herself to nearly be on the brink of sobbing after her daddy is through with her. 

Sanji loves with her entire heart, her entire soul, and sometimes, especially after experiencing such intense pleasure, she can get overwhelmed by just how much affection she feels towards her loves. Having so much built up within her with no outlet to let it out other than her tears, they begin flowing down her pretty face. She makes no comment at it, however, aside from her pitiful little sniffles.

Before she can get lost in her thoughts again, she is once again being carried off, now squeaky clean thanks to her daddy’s hard work. She is placed carefully down in the nest and everything finally clicks for her — she is going to get to spend the night in the nest with her mates. The rabbit inside her sings with delight, hopping about excitedly. 

This reflects on her as well as she begins to sway from side to side in the nest excitedly, humming a soft tune of approval. Her hands clutch the best below her, and she is once again filled with another wave of happiness, it’s perfectly plush, perfectly sized, perfectly theirs .

Altair-

Going into their closet, Altair picks out pieces of all three of their clothing for her. Her favorite pair of pretty pink panties, Usopp’s boxers, & his own shirt, long ago stolen by her. He’s pretty sure Usopp wears it too sometimes, and if he looked, he’d probably find something of his on Usopp’s side too. It makes him purr louder, pleased that they have pieces of him always in their home or on their bodies. Marking their own claims on what was once just his. Everything he owns, everything he is and has is theirs. Everything, free for them to claim. 

As those thoughts play through his head, he too grabs clothes for himself, in his drawer. They’d cleaned out one just for his stuff for when he stayed over, & getting to use it again has him melting all over again. Altair grabs a thin cut up nine inch nails shirt and a pair of boxers, unwilling to cover any more skin than he has to.

He intends to hold them both close, & he wants to touch as much of them as possible, and needs to. Needs to tell them over and over again how much he loves them. Adores them with every fiber of his being. He’s never been so sure of his feelings in his life. He’s been floating every day since they got together, & he doesn’t think he’ll ever come down. Doesn’t want to either. 

As those thoughts continue to repeat through Altair’s head, he turns back to the nest. Making his way over to kneel next to his rabbit, he begins to dress her like a porcelain doll, ever so gently. He leaves trails of kisses, hushed declarations of love, and murmured praises behind as he works, slowly but surely getting her dressed. 

Once she's ready, he curls around her in the nest, pulling her close to him and looking up towards Usopp expectantly. The man has just finished getting dressed as well, and then he too heads over and makes his way into the nest, cuddling up behind Sanji, one arm wrapped around her, the other under her and touching Altair. It’s warm, soft, and full of love. All three of them whispering to each other, their love laid bare, hearts soaring together, blissfully happy and at peace. Tears are shed all around, and they fall asleep smiling, closer than they’ve ever been, complete and whole, together .