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I got an anonymous request on tumblr to write a Robin/everybody fic, and since that big an orgy was totally unfeasible with a single-person focus, I decided instead to write this, which is a collection of one-paragraph bits detailing Robin's exploits with every member of camp. It's also kind of an experiment in trying to better handle short-form writing, and hopefully my attempt won't bore you. This chapter covers the space up to the time skip after chapter 11, next chapter will be the rest of the cast, including everyones' kids. Not sure if I'm going to also do the Spot Pass characters or not.
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There was a pull from the second Chrom found Robin, an innate certainly, that he would be at his best if he knew every soldier in the Shepherds, could call them friends and knew them well enough to craft strategies that suited every part added up to the sum that was their militia. Friendship seemed the logical avenue, but somehow it felt insufficient, like there was a core aspect of the matter missing. He found it by happenstance, an offhand remark he heard on the street one afternoon, leaving the idea brewing in his mind to seek their kinship in physical forms as well, to understand them as deeply as he could.

Lissa was his first, as he found himself in her bed shortly after joining, and by total accident. He believed her to be his first, period; it certainly felt awkward enough with her for it to be likely. He was delicate with the princess, knowing her older brother and his protective lieutenant still slept in the next tent over, knew they would break him in half if they found him lying in her bed, blankets pulled up over her shoulders from behind as she rocked gently in his lap. She fumbled just as much as he did, both awkward virgins unsure what they were doing but eager to explore each others' bodies, to experience something invigorating and new. Their fingers remained entwined, save for when they spread out to feel across the soft skin, to brush some hair, or to seize a part of the other. It gave Robin life, gave him for the first time in his short-remembered life a feeling that was unambiguously joyful.

A few nights later he found himself in Chrom's bed under similar circumstances, though with stronger hands on his sides and a heavier weight pressing down on him. Chrom seemed narrowly more experienced than his sister, evidenced by how his tongue worked his shaft with such grace and the purpose with which his hands moved. His natural ability to lead led him to guiding his newest Shepherd through everything piece by piece, teaching the amnesiac how to go down on him, how to kiss, how to twist and press against the body of the person whose lips refuse to leave his neck. The tactician didn't think he stood to learn anything, but by the end of the night he lay on the bed, Chrom moving inside of him and shuddering into his ear, and he'd been humbled.

An endurance training session gone wrong sent Robin into Frederick's arms, and what they did, they did in the orange light of dusk on a bed of grass. The knight was more virginal than even Lissa had been, suddenly losing his confidence and leaving the rather inexperienced tactician to lead. Nervously, Robin walked through everything he remembered with Chrom, though he lacked the patience to teach and Frederick lacked the emotional investment to learn. It was evidence Frederick had grown to trust him though, and he had no intent to betray what he'd been given. He straddled the knight, grasping their cocks together with one hand and stroking them unison, pressing a hand into one of the several pieces of armour Frederick hadn't bothered to strip off. His lips sought some skin receptive to his touch, but he couldn't find one come the end of it, and it seemed after cleaning themselves up that it would be something never spoken of again.

Sully made it all into a contest. She wasn't going to have any of that gentle, moonlit crap. She grabbed at and played rough with him, not caring if he wasn't built like she was or meant to be on the front lines. She was glad to overpower him, to send his head right down between her legs, which wrapped around his neck and held him there tighter than she gripped her sword on the battlefield. Her hips rocked, eagerly fucking his face as she made all the noise she wanted, complimenting his tongue at every turn. She was brash, sure, but not rude or ungrateful. One she'd gotten off a couple times from his mouth, she pushed him down onto the cold ground and rode him just as hard. It let him know exactly who was in control, and he didn't seem to mind in the least. Once they were done, she gave him a quick kiss, cuddled him far too hard for his comfort, and told him they'd be doing that again some time.

When Virion stumbled drunk into his room, it seemed like the last thing that was going to happen would be sex. Virion was supposed to be the suave lady's man, and yet there he was, kissing Robin's neck like a beautiful lady and tugging at the big, heavy coat wrapped around him. Virion slurred something into his ear about how if he squinted, Robin looked rather slim and feminine, and that if Virion could do all the penetrating he'd make Robin feel like the luckiest woman in the world. It seemed ludicrous, but the hard length pressing through the archer's pantaloons against his thigh made his head race with excitement. Virion made gentle love to him, and after a night of being manhandled by Sully, he rather enjoyed the chance to give Virion a slow, patient blowjob, Licking all over, gently stroking and sucking, before being pressed down against the bed and taken from behind, lips on the back of his neck. After vanishing come the dawn, Virion had difficulty looking Robin in the eye again for a little while.

Stahl had some limits he wanted addressed, and his fling with Robin was mostly an experimental one. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt, and though he felt most attracted to Robin of the men in camp and wanted him to be who he tried to find himself through, he was slow. Robin kept patient, careful, and changed things only when the brunette was ready. Kissing came first, a long make-out session sitting beneath a tree, followed by them stroking themselves, before the curious cavalier wanted to try stroking each other. The slow build fascinated Robin, providing a new angle of approach he hadn't really seen before, going an entire afternoon of slow caresses before his lips finally wrapped around Stahl's penis. By the end of their fling, as Stahl wiped his mouth after bringing his head up from the tactician's lap, he still wasn't sure about it all, but knew that he'd direct all of his curiosity to Robin.

After his attempts to spy on a bathing Sully were foiled yet again, The Vaike decided that if Robin was so intent on keeping him from getting his rocks off from the bushes, he was going to contribute. Robin could do absolutely nothing as he was pressed against a wall, hard, pinned by the fighter as clothes fell down to the floor amidst snarls and bravado. Soon, an aching shaft pressed up in the crook of his ass, rocking teasingly, letting him know just how much he was about to experience, and Robin shuddered at the realization of just how much there was to experience. All of it ended up inside of him, pounding relentlessly into him as The Vaike found relief through what turned out to not be too bad an avenue. Fucking Robin into a wall actually did him far more good than maybe jerking off to a bathing woman would have, so he left the shuddering, tired tactician slumped against the wall with cum leaking from his ass, "threatening" to do it again next time he felt like interrupting him.

Miriel's eagerness to experiment was more than a little overwhelming. She set aside an entire day for them, and the moment she handed him a steaming teacup promising to be an aphrodisiac, he knew she was going to be difficult. She talked the whole time, even through shuddered breaths and moans as his fingers deftly worked her over, and while she wrapped her ample breasts around his cock and told him to thrust. Every angle had to be examined, every position had to be tried, and she was determined to take mental notes all the while, dictating them to herself out loud as a way of committing them to memory. Had they not sweetly contorted with her voice as he pleasured her, the verbose and scientific manner in which she spoke would have turned him off. Instead, she moaned through it all, never shutting up, giving his ears a sweet chorus to enjoy as he took her again and again, until the tea leaves ran out and she seemed satisfied with the sample size they'd gathered.

A day slipped by, the clumsy Pegasus knight slumped lazily against Robin as they both read, slowly working through the piles of books they had, thinking it a nice and easy way to enjoy a day off. Books were nice, but her head in his lap as they read, his fingers occasionally in her hair and stroking, made it all the nicer. When the last candle burned out and they had no light left to read by, they found themselves on her bed, making gentle love, so caught up in each other they forgot all about the mound of books unfinished. It was a regular habit with them, and Robin knew exactly how to touch her. He was gentle, because she wasn't too sturdy, and she needed affection more than she needed a ravishing. Kisses everywhere, his hands stroking her every nook and cranny as his hips ground against hers with careful purpose. He wanted her to know she was special, know that she mattered and that it was she that he liked, not whatever role she felt like slipping into. After they were done, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and enjoyed her warmth a few last sleepy moments for the day.

Robin had been on his bed, door locked, pleasuring himself for a long time, when a hand clasped his thigh. He panicked, and noticed Kellam in the room, insisting he'd been there the whole time and that he was enjoying the show too much to only use his eyes any longer. Robin wasn't sure what he was talking about, but felt too embarrassed to say anything, simply nodding and giving the knight permission to go forward. The strong hands seemed oddly gentle, giving him careful attention that seemed perfectly in line with the lazy evening masturbation he'd been indulging in. He closed his eyes and let Kellam do with him whatever he wanted, until after finding release he noticed the knight was simply gone.

Donnel was so eager to learn that he came off as a little overbearing to Robin. It took some time to calm him down, to get a pace going that both could agree on. He'd learned a lot since his last encounter with someone clumsily inexperienced, and this time could handle himself confidently. They set off one afternoon under the guise of going fishing, and Robin taught the teen everything he knew. Donnel was a quick study, which seemed to be a talent of his, and took easily to sucking the tactician off, earning his load with a swiftness that legitimately shocked both of them. Then, he sank his lance into the sand, leaned against it, and was taken. By the end of it, both lay on the beach sticky, and feeling like they'd accomplished something worthwhile.

Predictably, Lon'Qu's stoic attitude held true in the bedroom. It was strange; he was a very passionate lover, emoting thoroughly with his hands as they gripped Robin's thighs, with his lips as they trailed along his jaw, even with his leg as it wrapped around his. It was a level of physicality he wasn't used to in such a gentle capacity, but he remained entirely silent throughout. No moans as Robin's head slipped from tip to base with impressive speed, no grunts as he buried himself into the bent-over tactician, no appreciative words or even ragged breaths as their cocks rubbed together between a single clenched hand and their tongues met furiously. It was so confusing that Robin gave up on trying to figure it out, simply throwing himself into the situation. At the end of the night, one final release inside of him earned a low grunt into his ear.

Ricken was stubbornly out to prove himself. Robin had to admit, it amused him to watch the mage stroke his cock with both hands, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes all the while in a proud attempt to make him squirm. He was determined to get a reaction, for the tactician to, at a moment's notice, throw his head back and moan as he came messily, getting his own lap sticky with cum. It didn't happen, and Robin found himself enjoying the mage's eagerness far more than he ought to have. Only when the frustrated caster threw his hands up in frustration did Robin finally gently grasp them, place them back onto his shaft, and ask him if he wanted to learn how to do it. A shy nod and a kiss sealed the deal, and he taught Ricken a different kind of magic.

Nothing could possibly prepare him for a night with Maribelle. She insisted on a lavish meal, dining and entertaining, constantly referring to him as a suitor and their plans as a courtship. When he ended up in her canopy bed, their lips met gently and he began to pull at her clothes, until she slapped his hand away and told him that he was not to put his hands on a lady. The meaning of it confused him, until she took charge, somehow more in control than Sully, but doing so with total poise and grace. The implement she brought out and slipped on confused him; a mounted facsimile of a penis worn by a woman on her groin. He was fairly certain, as he lay down on the bed and she ravaged him, in the mist of shock and uncertainty about how little any of it made sense, that she called him her servant more times than could have been accidental.

A childish and irresistable desire to play with her ears made his first time with Panne unbearably awkward. First came the uncomfortably thorough tongue bath where his hand kept going to her hair and almost scratching the crook where hair met ear. It happened so much that when she finished, rolling over in the grass and asking him to do the same, he threw himself eagerly into it, despite the patches of fur on her arms, legs, and groin. He hadn't the slightest idea how to lick her in those spots, as well as a slight uncertainty about certain other spots she'd delved into with gusto, but he found nervous attempts preferable to potential embarrassment and offence When both lay cleaned and slick, she pressed against a tree, holding her head against his, wrapping her long, gorgeous legs around his waist as he pushed into her, and asked him to scratch her behind the ears.

Gaius's mouth tasted sweet, as though all the sweets he ate somehow made his saliva glands secrete sugar. Candy seemed the last thing on his mind with Robin in his bed, as he sucked and licked and kissed the tactician wherever he could reach. Bite marks and hickeys marred his neck and shoulders, something he wore with pride in the morning because their formation thrilled him too much to want to hide them. The thief's deft fingers and well-exercised mouth left Robin floored, sucking on a pink bear head-shaped lollipop as he wriggled and bucked on the bed, the treatment his cock got in Gaius's mouth making him envy every hard candy he'd ever seen the orange-haired man unwrap. When all was done and he saw the face creep back up to his, licking clean a stray drop and pulling the candy from his mouth to replace with his tongue, Robin knew he'd have another regular partner, as if he could handle that.

Through moaned insistence that she wasn't perfect, Cordelia did little to convince the tactician otherwise. Robin found himself enraptured by the Pegasus knight, by how her gorgeous body seemed to move so fluidly, how her voice shifted and swayed with the rest of her. There was a balance with her that he enjoyed, a perfect mix of both affectionate passion and physical, need-driven lust. Some people he made love to, others he fucked, but with Cordelia he couldn't quite place it. They transitioned so seamlessly between both, every roll and push bringing something new to both of them. He had to keep from complimenting her too heavily as she rode his lap, his arms tucked under hers and their lips practically inseparable, because he didn't want to go too far with them and make her feel anything but wonderful. He'd simply have to show her instead, night after night.

"I am not gentle man," Gregor warned Robin, who sat in his lap, slumped against him from too much ale. He'd tried to match the mercenary drink for drink, failing miserably, and when an arm wrapped around him it was only to finish off the mug he'd carried with him to bed. Robin wasn't sure if he was being warned that Gregor would be rough, or just saying he was not a man of high class and manners, but even in his very inebriated state he knew that grammar clarification was not sexy. He didn't want to know what was meant, because if the bugle in the mercenary's pants that the tactician so gladly fondled was going to be rough with him, he'd have no complaints. Gregor's breath spelled so much of ale as his strong hands grasped his arms and he pressed Robin down into the bed, their lips meeting hungrily as he slammed into him, that the amnesiac became even drunker by the time it was all over.

The plan was to skip Nowi entirely, since Robin wasn't sure if the manakete was even sexually active or if it would be morally okay to do anything with her. That was, until word got back to her about his nightly habits, at which point she confronted him furiously in his bedroom. It ended with her pulling him into an angry kiss, and promising him that her appearance didn't reflect her sexual knowledge in the slightest. Her experience was nigh unparalleled, but in addition her body brought the obvious benefits of divine tightness and softness. He had to remind himself she was over a millennium old when he went down to ear her hairless slit out, and it still felt odd, but by the time he released in her, slumping atop her and panting heavily, he couldn't bring himself to care at all. She kissed him on the cheek, cuddled up against him, and told him she'd want to play again soon.

Libra was the most gentle man he'd ever made love to. They kissed with gentle passion for longer than he thought one could kiss without getting bored. Their disrobing went to slowly that he only truly noticed when Libra asked him very politely to go down on him, and realizing the thing pressing against his thigh was bare, aching flesh. Sexual passivity was not a trait he would say was particularly feminine, especially since his arm still carried a bruise from his latest roll in the hay with Sully, but the quiet priest's softness and tendency to lay there as Robin pressed into him wasn't a great surprise. Robin did almost all the work, thrusting into the blond's ass, stroking his shaft to the same rhythm, and losing the other hand in all that soft, long hair as their lips refused to part.

Tharja came in the middle of the night, Robin waking to find himself bound, gagged, and his shirt cut right down the middle. The dark mage sucked on his exposed chest, leaving marks everywhere that she insisted there to anchor her curse to him. He would not find release that night until she was satisfied, and to drive that fact home she went down on him for a relative eternity. He came close, veering on the edge so much that it was painful, but he did not find release. She used him thoroughly, riding his lap and face alternately, but ways ensuring that she had something to tease his aching cock with as she did so, until the first sun's rays graced the sky and she climbed onto him one more time to feel his warmth explode inside of her. She untied the exhausted, weary tactician, and promised she would visit him again soon. He was powerless to ask she do otherwise.

Bent over his desk with her trousers down, Anna told him to keep his belt on as he fucked her. It confused him, but he wasn't willing to do a single thing that would jeopardize his chance with the lovely merchant. It surprised him, how little foreplay she wanted, but as he slammed into her he found her already dripping wet, as though the act of counting out his coin pouch and placing it all back in was enough for her. She lay rather motionless, slowly pressing harder against the desk, leaving him to do all the work, despite her constant requests for him to go faster. He couldn't understand why she was so eager on having it so fast while being totally unwilling to do anything, until he realized how loud his coin purse's jingling grew when he slammed into her as fast as his hips could go, and suddenly he wasn't sure how much she was getting off to their sex versus his coin.

The hypnotic way of Olivia's hips was so entrancing that Robin almost didn't realize she had danced her way into his lap. It was the only dance she could do without feeling shy, she told him as she pulled his heavy coat off of his shoulders, wishing for him to be as bare as she was. If she was comfortable enough with someone to make love with them, being upset when they watched her move with clothes on seemed silly. She was slow, patient, and sensual with the tactician, telling him to relax as she swayed atop him. Everything she did flowed so perfectly, treating the act of sex as its own dance. She performed atop him, lavishing in every piece of praise, whether it a word or a shudder or the feeling of his hand clutching her thigh desperately. This was where her true passion shone through, not on the battlefield improving morale, but intimately, in the arms of a man she respected and cared deeply about, bringing out mutual pleasure through her talents.

The very next night, they defeated Gangrel. The rough battle took a toll on all of them, but there were no Ylissean casualties when the dust settled and Plegia lay defeated. There was much celebration all around, especially as on that same evening Chrom took a wife. When all was done though, the greatest appreciation was for Robin, who'd led them to victory without the loss of a single life. He tried to be humble about his strategies, and insist it was how much he cared for every last one of them that made him so eager on crafting the perfect tactics.

The Shepherds settled down for a short while, helping to pick up the pieces and rebuild after the war. Even though the fighting was done, Robin continued his nightly escapades with his companions. The original intention of getting to know them proved so wildly successful that he became intensely fond of every last one of them. It was wise he did, as time dragged on and new threats emerged.
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