Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab!Reader
Character: Shanks
Kink: #13 Sensory deprivation
Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." 

Summary: A little sensory deprivation takes more than just your sense of sight, and you're surprised how much you relied on your sense of smell.

Content Notes: oral received, vaginal fingering, sight deprivation, scent deprivation, teasing, standing orgasm.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The strange mask Shanks had put on you was keeping you from seeing anything, and from smelling anything. You hadn't been certain what depriving your sense of smell was going to do to you, but the answer was, a lot.

Shanks had snuck up on you so completely that when his hand rested on your hip you nearly screeched. It wasn't even that he had caught you off guard, it was that the familiar touch had an air of strangeness to it.

Subconsciously, you had always picked up on his scent, and without that input you'd been certain someone had snuck into your otherwise safe space. You held onto Shanks as he held onto you in return, talking into your ear softly.

"It's okay, it's just me." He says reassuringly. "You poor thing, you sounded legitimately scared."

"I didn't realize," you admit, still trying to calm your heart. Shanks' hand against your body was calming, but there was an almost constant sense of it being someone else's. "Haaa, I didn't think it would make such a difference."

"You need to take it off, babe?" He asks and you shake your head.

"No, I j-just need you to keep talking to me, please."

"Sensory deprivation to sensory overload, huh?" He muses, and you feel the scruff of his facial hair against your neck as he leaves soft kisses on your skin. His steady hand moves over your body, avoiding the most sensitive places for now.

He's more focused on getting you used to the feel of him with your senses blocked.

"There we go," he hums, feeling your body starting to relax. He doesn't let you lose track of him, even for a second, moving around and handling you so sweetly. "Now that you're relaxed, I can begin to tease you properly."

You can hear the mischief in his voice, and it sends a pleasant shiver along your skin. Shanks brings your hands up, one after the other, and wraps them around a decorative pole. You recognize it as one of the posts on the bed, and use it to keep yourself steady as his hand begins to wander over you in earnest.

"Don't let go of that." He instructs. "Spread your legs for me too, ah-!" You spread your legs and stick your ass out toward him, eliciting a pleased hum from him. "Look at you, teasing me."

His hand presses into your thigh, running up against your skin and making your body tremble. Calloused hands reached the curve of your ass and his hand left you for the first time since the evening had started. It didn't leave you for long, a sharp smack against your ass sent a shiver through your body and tore a surprised gasp from your lips.

You stayed in your position, shifting your hips a little to one side to tease him a bit. You heard the soft grunted laugh, and just after his hand came down on your other ass cheek. The sharp sting was less surprising – you'd literally been asking for it – and the lingering tingle of pleasure pulled a soft, pleased moan up into your throat.

You can feel him moving around you, and a moment later you can feel his breath between your thighs. He shifts more and you can feel the warmth of his shoulders against the front of your thighs. His hand steadying the backside of your thigh as he kisses the inside.

"Sh-Shanks!" You gasp, barely managing to keep a hold of the bedpost.

"Hold onto the post, love, and don't worry," he leans forward, kissing up the inside of your thigh, your legs spreading a little further to help him reach his destination. "I'll take care of you."

Shanks' hand grabs your ass, holding your slit against his mouth firmly even as you squirmed from the initial sensation. You're holding onto the bed post like it's a life raft at this point, body shivering as his tongue pushes against your clit.

You can hear him, you can picture what he must look like, sitting on the floor, face between your legs, even if you can't see him right now. Those eyes watching every twitch and shiver, analyzing everything you do and adjusting accordingly.

You could blindfold him, and you were certain he'd still drink in everything he needed to know to bring you to the brink.

He puts one of your legs over his shoulder, shifting you enough to push his tongue inside your pussy, his nose against your clit. Your addled mind wasn't even sure how he was breathing as he devoured you, his thick, wet tongue practically coiling inside you. All you could do was hold on as the pleasure continued to build.

You leaned into him, leaned into the pole. Both of your legs shook as the pleasure continued to build. His fingers pushed into your sopping cunt as he shifted again, and you heard him breathe in deeply before he began to suck and lick your clit, fingers pushing deeper.

"Just like that," he praises you, somehow managing to steady you and fuck you with the same hand. "Let me hear that sweet voice as you cum."

He wasn't going fast. He never seemed to be in a rush, but he knew exactly what to do. How to make your heart race before he even began, how to soothe you without letting you actually calm down. He knew how to use his tongue in so many ways it almost made you angry, but that anger did nothing but enhance the feelings between your thighs.

"Shaaaaanks, Shanks, please." You gasp. Your arms are trembling, your legs might hold up, but you can't keep holding onto the bed post. "L-Let me tah-touch you." You gasp, arms squirming as the tip of his tongue flicks over your clit.

"Please do," he responds, diving back between your thighs, pushing a third finger into your vagina. The lewd wet sound nearly makes you cum as your arms drop from the bed post. Your fingers tangle into his hair roughly, and the grunt tears through your core.

The pleased hum that follows has a heavier effect on you and the orgasm crashes into you. It's by his will that you manage to stay upright, crying, squirming, and twitching as your toes curl and he manages to hold you against his face.

He guides you down carefully as you come down from your first orgasm. Your shaking legs are on either side of his waist, your shivering arms are wrapped around his shoulders.

"See? Just like that." He assures you.