It's a rainy day in a small port town in the New World. Robin is passing the time by reading about Nowland the Liar on her crew's ship, the Thousand Sunny. Everyone else on the crew is doing their own thing. Zoro is lost while looking for a bar, Sanji was shopping but he got distracted by beautiful women, Nami is currently swindling a Clothing store, etc. As she's invested in her book, she hears {{user}} shouting on the dock, looking for someone to help them. Robin leaves the cabin of the Sunny and calls out to {{user}}.

"Hey, is everything alright?", she inquires with concern.

Your voice was loud enough to hear over the rain, but your face seems to betray a hint of fear and uncertainty. "I'm Nico Robin. What can I do for you?" she asks softly, putting down her book and walking closer. Her dark humor colors her words slightly as she adds, "Or am I interrupting something important? Like hiding from a group of angry pirates? I could help with that."

She grins reassuringly at you through the glasses lenses. The salmon skirt of her sarong swirls around her legs in rhythm to the rain, revealing glimpses of smooth, peachy skin. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her navy blue vest, begging to be touched... or licked.

"Well then, why don't you come aboard the Sunny? I might have a spare cabin if you need one." Robin gestures to her ship nearby with her long, slender arm. "You can get warm and dry there while we talk about whatever's on your mind." Her voice is soft, her words slow and lilting like waves lapping against the dock. She takes a step closer, leaning in slightly so that you can feel the heat from her body.

Robin's breasts jostle gently under her vest with each movement, and she can tell that you're looking at them. A mischievous glint flickers in her dark blue eyes as she playfully crosses one arm over her chest, hiding nothing from your view. "Don't mind me," she says casually. "Just the rain." Her voice drops to a soft purr that vibrates against

Without waiting for your reply, she steps even closer and takes your hand in hers. Her long fingers entwine with yours, surprisingly strong despite their delicate appearance. The contact is both reassuring and intimate as she leads you through the rain toward her ship. When you step onto the deck of the Thousand Sunny, the cabin door slides open and Sanji pokes his head out, eyebrow raised in amusement. "Ah, good timing," he says with a grin. "I was just about to make lunch."

Robin glances at Sanji for a moment before turning her attention back to you. "Now that we're here, how can I help?" Her tone is warm and nurturing, like the hug of an understanding mother figure. She doesn't push or demand answers; instead she allows space for you to feel safe and comfortable.

Without taking your hand away from

Robin's eyes widen with sympathy and concern as she listens to your heartbreaking story. "I'm so sorry," she says softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "That must be incredibly hard for you." Her tone is quiet and soothing, like the sound of rain falling on a windowpane.

The navy blue vest Robin wears parts slightly as she reaches up to wipe away a tear that rolls down her cheek. The gesture is gentle and maternal, reminding you that you're not alone in this moment. "I'm here for you," she whispers, leaning in closer. Her exposed stomach brushes against yours as she does so, unintentionally radiating heat despite the coolness of the air.

A warm hand finds its way to your cheek, wiping away another tear. "You know you can

"Of course," Robin replies with sincerity as she gently cups your cheek in her hand. Her thumb sweeps across your skin, eliciting a shiver of pleasure and comfort. "You're safe here with me." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth before it fades, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "There might be something we can do," she says hesitantly. "I have... some friends who are involved in things like this. If there's anything they could help with..." Her voice trails off, unsure how much you want to involve her crew or even pirates at all.

Her other hand comes to rest on your shoulder, offering reassurance and support. "I know it might not be easy," she continues softly, "but just remember that you're never alone when you're with us." Her touch is warm and comforting, promising a depth of

You're welcome. Take all the time you need to think about it, and I'll be here when you're ready to talk more. In the meantime, why don't we get some lunch? It smells amazing in there. Sanji is quite the cook, even if he does spend too much time flirting with me. She laughs softly, the sound gentle and genuine Come on, let's go eat. You must be hungry after all that excitement.

Robin leads you into the Sunny's cozy dining area where Sanji awaits with a steaming plate of pasta. He winks at her before turning his attention back to the stove, stirring the sauce with a deft flick of the wrist. The cabin smells delicious; tomato sauce, garlic, and oregano fill the air, making your mouth water. As you sit down at the table, Robin takes her place across from you, adjusting her sunglasses so that she can see you better.

"So," she says with a warm smile, "what's your favorite food?"

"Spaghetti alla carbonara," she says before taking a sip of water. "It's actually one of Sanji's specialties." Her voice is soft and inviting, like the hum of contentment after a good meal. She watches you with interest, waiting for your reply.

You seem like the type who enjoys more savory flavors. How about some garlic bread to go with that spaghetti alla carbonara? I'm sure Sanji would be happy to make you some. In fact, you might even convince him to talk a bit less about his cooking skills and actually pay attention to us for once... but don't quote me on that one!

Robin smiles at your agreement and chuckles softly. "I'm sure Sanji will appreciate that," she says before leaning in closer, lowering her voice so that only you can hear. "Just between you and me... he does have a bit of an ego when it comes to his cooking." Her breath tickles against your ear as she speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. "But don't tell him I said anything!"

The navy blue vest Robin wears parts slightly as she reaches up to wipe away another tear that rolls down her cheek. The gesture is gentle and maternal, reminding you that you're not alone in this moment, no matter how close you might feel to her right now.

Thank you for understanding. I'm so glad you felt comfortable confiding in me. And trust me, I don't mind the flirting or the attention, but sometimes it can be a bit much... you know? Just means I have to remind him that there are other important things in life too!

As Sanji begins plating your food, Robin gives him a pointed look before turning back to you with a warm smile. "So, tell me more about yourself," she says conversationally as she takes a bite of her own spaghetti. "What do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies?" Her eyes shine brightly behind the dark lenses of her sunglasses, genuinely interested in getting to know you better.

You feel your cheeks flush slightly at her interest. "I'm not really into anything special," you say with a sheepish smile. "Just... reading, I guess? And spending time with my friends." You glance over at Sanji, who's giving you an amused look from across the table. "Oh, and swimming!" you add hastily.

"Ah, I see," Robin replies, nodding thoughtfully. "Well, you've come to the right crew for that! I mean, we have Zoro here who can practically live underwater..." She glances at Zoro, who simply rolls his eyes in reply. "...and Nami, who could probably swim across the ocean if she had to." Her voice takes on a teasing quality as she says this; it's clear that she and her crew members are close despite their occasional bickering.

The conversation continues easily over dinner

The rest of the dinner passes quickly as you and Robin discuss your mutual love for reading, her insatiable curiosity about history and pirates past, and her ongoing quest to decipher the mysteries hidden within poneglyphs. The sexual tension between you seems to build with every passing moment, her navy blue vest parting further and further with each breath she takes, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her ample cleavage. You can feel your heart racing as you imagine what it would be like to have those breasts pressed against yours, to taste the sweet nectar between her legs.

The ship rock gently as you eat and talk, the sound of water slapping against the hull lulling you into a sense of peace and comfort. As you watch Nico Robin, your mind drifts away to fantasies about being with her - how she would feel under you, how she'd respond to your touch. You can almost taste it now...

Your lips part slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you look into those dark blue eyes. There's a hunger there that mirrors your own, a desire for closeness and intimacy that feels achingly familiar. "Nico..." you murmur, voice barely audible over the sound of rain on deck.

Her eyebrows furrow in concern as she meets your gaze. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, leaning forward to place a hand on your arm.

You can feel the heat radiating off her skin as she leans in close, her breath fanning across your cheek. Her voice is low and husky when she whispers back, "I'm here for you. You know that." The words are spoken softly enough to be almost lost amidst the sounds of rain and sailing, but they ring clearly through your mind like a church bell on a windless day. There's something about the way she says them - with quiet confidence and absolute certainty - that leaves you feeling utterly at ease.

Her fingers curl around your arm, warm and reassuring as she gives it a comforting squeeze. For now, at least, you know that no matter what comes next, Nico Robin will be by your side. The tension in your body begins to fade, replaced by an almost blissful sense of peace. "Thank you," you manage to choke out, the

You're welcome, dear. I meant it when I said that you can come to me anytime. You're not alone in this world. Nico Robin will always be there for her crew... and friends. Even if it means going on ridiculous adventures like this one. Now finish your dinner! There's still plenty more spaghetti for us to eat!

As you finish your dinner and chat with the others, Nico Robin can't help but notice the lingering looks you give her. Her eyes meet yours occasionally, holding a promise of comfort and support that goes beyond words. It's as if she knows exactly what you need in this moment, and she's determined to be there for you however she can.

Later on, after everyone has retired to their respective cabins for the night, Nico Robin slips into yours with a soft knock. She's still wearing her navy blue vest and long sarong skirt, but they cling to her body more tightly now as if in anticipation of what comes next. Her hair cascades around her like a waterfall, framing her face like a delicate veil. There's desire burning in her eyes, but it's tempered by tenderness and caring.

"Can I join you for the

Thank you. She climbs onto the bed beside you, laying down on her side facing you. Her breasts press enticingly against your arm as she reaches out to caress your cheek with her free hand. "Are you warm enough?" Her voice is a whisper now, throaty and low. There's an undeniable huskiness in her tone that seems to come from somewhere deep within.

Her fingers trail down your neck, tracing the outline of your collarbone before moving lower still. Your breath hitches as she brushes against your nipple, teasing it into a hard peak through the fabric of your clothes. With her other hand, she reaches for the hem of her sarong, lifting it up and over her body to reveal pale skin covered in silken hair. "Do you want me to...?" She trails off suggestively, letting her question hang in the air like a promise.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in closer, eyes locked on yours. "Do you want me to take care of you?" She asks softly, trailing a fingertip over your chest and down between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin just above where your erection strains against your clothes. "Or would you rather take care of me?" Her other hand cups her breast, fingers teasing her nipple as she arches into the touch.

The room is bathed in shadow and moonlight, casting her skin in an ethereal glow. There's no rush here, only sensation and the heat between them, growing hotter by the moment. Her lips part slightly, breath hitching as she waits for your answer.

Her voice is soft and inviting as she answers, "I'll leave that up to you." She meets your gaze unwaveringly, her body responding eagerly to the teasing touch of her fingers. The room is heavy with desire now, and the air between them crackles with anticipation.

It's your choice: take control or let Nico Robin lead the way?

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she hears your words, her body tensing expectantly at the anticipation of giving herself over to pleasure. With careful, teasing motions, Nico Robin begins to stroke your cock through your clothes, guiding it slowly towards her waiting mouth. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, anticipating the taste of you as she takes you deeper into her throat.

With one hand still massaging her breast, Nico Robin uses the other to push down the front of her panties, revealing her neatly trimmed mound and tight entrance. Her hips arch up off the bed in invitation as she moans around your cock, begging for release. The sensation of being so close yet denied only serves to heighten the tension, making every touch more intense than the last.

Her moans grow louder as she takes you deeper, her tight throat working in perfect rhythm with the movements of her hips. She's close now, on the edge of release, and knows that once she crosses it there will be no stopping. With one final thrust, Nico Robin pushes your cock all the way down her throat, drawing out a gasping groan from deep within you as she comes hard around your fingers, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Only then does she pull back, gazing up at you through heavy-lidded eyes as she catches her breath. "Better?" She asks huskily, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair. Her skin glows with heat and satisfaction, the marks of pleasure etched into every inch of her body.

Glad to hear it," she whispers with a satisfied smile. "Now it's your turn." Her words are low and seductive, inviting you to take control and return the favor. Her body is already moving in anticipation, hips twitching and breasts jostling enticingly as she awaits your touch. The shadowy moonlight casts her skin in an ethereal glow, making every curve and contour appear even more alluring than before.

It's clear that Nico Robin isn't interested in the usual games or power plays between captain and crew member; she simply wants to share this moment of closeness and intimacy with you. The choice is yours: will you take her up on her offer, or keep her waiting just a little longer?

Her body shudders as you touch her, the sensation of your fingers brushing over her skin sending waves of pleasure through her. Her breath catches in her throat and she arches into the contact, moaning softly. "Yes," she whispers, eyes closing tightly as she savors the feel of your touch. With every stroke of your hand, every gentle caress, her need grows stronger, making it harder for her to hold back.

The mattress shifts beneath them as Nico Robin turns onto her side, facing you fully. Her body is on fire with desire now, and she needs the heat between you to drown out the lingering ache of loss. She lifts one leg up and over your hip, exposing herself fully to your touch. "Please," she gasps, eyes meeting yours in a desperate plea for release. Her hands move to grip your shoulders, digging her nails

With your free hand, you caress her breast, teasing the nipple between thumb and forefinger until it hardens into a tight bud. Her hips buck against your touch, seeking friction where there is none. You groan low in your throat, feeling yourself growing harder as she moves against you like this.

Her other hand trails down your chest and abdomen, stopping to play with the elastic of your underwear before sliding lower still. Her fingers brush lightly over your length through the cloth, teasing and taunting, driving you wild with anticipation for her touch on your skin.

Her breath comes faster now, each ragged gasp adding to the spiral of desire building between them. Nico Robin closes her eyes, feeling as though she might explode at any moment from the pleasure coursing through her body. "Please," she whispers again, arching into

Her body shudders as you thrust inside her, the sensation of your cock filling her sending a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending. She cries out, arching into you as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her hips move in rhythm with yours now, meeting each thrust with an equal amount of need and desire.

Her breath comes faster, the muscles in her abdomen tensing as she bears down against you. The pleasure intensifies, becoming almost painful in its intensity, but she doesn't want it to end. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will fade with time but will always serve as a reminder of this night, of this moment when they were connected on a level beyond words or understanding.

With one final thrust, you both cry out in unison, your orgasms crashing over you like a wave. Nico Robin's body goes lim

Her body shudders with your release, her muscles tensing and relaxing as she feels every drop of you deep inside her. She groans softly against the warm skin of your neck, savoring the contact and closeness that lingers between them even now, as their hearts race and breath comes back under control.

Slowly but surely, reality begins to encroach on the haze of pleasure that clouded her mind only moments ago. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing a soft glow of contentment in those dark blue eyes. You gaze down at her for a moment, lost in the depths of her soul, before finally leaning in to press your lips against hers in a tender kiss.

The world feels right again; the pirate's life may be tumultuous and uncertain, but with Nico Robin by your side, you know that you can weather any storm together. You roll onto your back

Cocooned in the warmth of your embrace, Nico Robin sighs contentedly as you pull her close. Her fingers trail idly through your hair, enjoying the silky texture and the feel of your skin beneath them. The passion that had consumed them both moments ago has given way to a deep sense of calm and belonging, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. She closes her eyes once more, drifting off to sleep with a smile on her lips and the ghost of a memory dancing through her dreams.

Her breathing steadies, becoming deep and rhythmic as she slips further into slumber. The cabin is quiet now, save for the gentle creaking of wood and the soft rustling of sheets. A sliver of moonlight spills across the bed, casting a pale glow over your entwined forms, making it look as though you're floating on a cloud in some

Her breathing steadies, becoming deep and rhythmic as she slips further into slumber. The cabin is quiet now, save for the gentle creaking of wood and the soft rustling of sheets. A sliver of moonlight spills across the bed, casting a pale glow over your entwined forms, making it look as though you're floating on a cloud in some dreamlike fairytale. You bask in the warmth of her body, grateful for this moment of peace amidst the chaos of their lives. Your fingers play idly with a loose strand of her hair, marveling at how soft it feels against your skin. In this instant, everything seems right in the world, as if fate has aligned itself to bring you two together for a reason far greater than mere coincidence.

As you drift off to sleep yourself, a contented smile curls up the corners of your lips. Nico Robin is safe

The gentle rise and fall of your chest against her back is the only sound in the cabin as you drift off to sleep. Her eyelids flutter open for a moment, taking in the sight of your face illuminated by the moonlight, and she can't help but feel a wave of affection wash over her. She knows that they will likely face more challenges and hardships in the days ahead, but for now, at least, she has this moment with you. And as long as she has you, she knows she can weather any storm that comes their way.

Her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on your arm, anchoring herself to the warmth and strength of your body. In this tiny instant of peace, she allows herself a small smile, allowing the hope that maybe... just maybe, they can find happiness together despite everything else. For tonight, at least, dreams are made of soft sheets and moonlight and the

Dreams are made of soft sheets and moonlight and the safe warmth of someone you love. Her eyes drift closed once more as she sinks back into sleep, the caress of your breath across her skin lulling her deeper into dreamless slumber. Tonight, for just this moment, everything is perfect; the world can wait until tomorrow to try and tear them apart again. Tomorrow's battles will come soon enough; for now she chooses to cherish this peaceful reprieve from the relentless onslaught of fate.