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#red haired shanks x reader
illusioninfnty · 6 months
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day 4 ; cockwarming
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↠ "red haired" shanks x reader
fandom: one piece word count: 1k warnings: nsfw 18+, public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie
kinktober m.list || read on ao3
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“Another round on me, little lady!”
Pirates swarm Partys Bar as you scramble to serve everyone at once. Makino occasionally requested your help whenever she knew it would get busy, and each time you happily obliged. However, the pirate crew was rowdier than usual today, and it seemed as though you couldn’t catch a break.
“I’ll be right with you!” You call out to the pirate as you rush to sweep up some broken glass that was dropped by one of the piss-ass drunk crew members. 
As you pass by, you feel a calloused hand skim the back of your ass. You don’t even have to look behind you to know exactly who it belongs to—Shanks.
You and Shanks have done some things in the past, mostly involving him dragging you away to fuck you when he was pumped up on adrenaline from his time at sea.
You ignore his advances this time, too focused on trying to cater to all of his crew. But the second time you’re forced to pass him, serving more rounds of whiskey to his men, he wraps an arm around the back of your thighs and pulls you towards him.
“Shanks!” You gasp. He paws at your ass from his seat on the stool, kneading the soft flesh as laughs at your surprised expression. “I’m supposed to be working!”
He rolls his eyes. “Makino doesn’t even pay you. Take a break with me.”
You finally comply, silently agreeing that you were working way harder than you wanted to be. Makino was busy with patrons at the other side of the bar, and most of the pirates that you were catering to were either passed out or too drunk to comprehend anything.
Shanks settles you into his lap as he brings his lips to yours. He cups your face with hand as you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him. His warmth envelopes you as you play with the ends of his hair while he caresses your backside.
“I want to try something,” Shanks mumbles into your neck as you pull away for some air.
You hum, encouraging him to continue.
“Let me put my cock in you.”
You freeze. Out of all the things he could have said, that was the last thing on your mind.
“Shanks, we’re in public! In—in front of your crew!” You whisper through clenched teeth and look around frantically, hoping no one heard him.
He sighs, a crease forming between his brow. “Not like that. I’m not going to fuck you now. Just…let it rest in there.” He starts to trail kisses down your neck. “It’ll feel good for both of us.”
“But what if they see?” you ask shakily, your hands grasping onto his broad shoulders for support.
Shanks grabs your chin and turns your head to face him. “C’mon, babe. Everyone’s already slurring their speech. They won’t be able to remember anything come tomorrow morning. And if they do, then they just know you belong to me.”
You bite your lip, chewing on it as you get lost in thought. His words had a wave of heat surging through your body, but you still had to think rationally about what you were about to do. It was risky, but it may just be worth it.
“Alright,” you confirm. Shanks grins heartily, smile lines becoming prominent around his eyes. You move your body so that it covers his front, and you start to slowly remove his cock from their breaches. Through his pants you can already feel how hard he was, pulsing through the material.
You pull your skirt up slightly and push your underwear to the side. You dip your fingers inside yourself, not surprised to feel that you were already wet. You lower yourself onto Shanks as he hisses, his cock throbbing as you slowly guide him inside of you.
Fully seated on his lap now, you adjust your skirt so that it covers where the two of you remain connected. 
“There we go,” he soothes. “Nice and full, huh?” You whine and give him a curt nod, trying to stop your body from reacting from the amount of pleasure surging through it at that moment. No one seems to notice what the two of you were doing, but it still sends a thrill down your spine.
You continue to kiss him as you clench down onto cock. He groans at the sensation, pleasing you even more. Shanks runs his hand down to your lower stomach, stroking the area.
“You feel me in there?”
His large hand continues to rub circles in the area, pressing down in spots that make you gasp. You can feel him in there—so much more than usual, now that he’s not pumping in and out. It feels more intimate with him like this, and you lean into his chest as your walls continue to tighten.
You begin to shift ever-so-slightly on top of Shanks and arch into him as he groans into your lips and stills your hips with his hand. “You’re killing me, baby.” 
You laugh, and your pussy clenches around him even more. 
“Won’t be able to last any longer,” he pants and burrows his face into your neck.
“Good,” you tease, smirking as you see his eyes heat up. His cock pulsates, and his orgasm is silent, the only indicator being the clench of his jaw and the slight quiver in his brow.
“Hey, I need some help over here!” Makino’s voice rings throughout the bar, and suddenly you’re brought back to reality, remembering just exactly where you were and what kind of situation you were in. You remove yourself from Shanks’ lap, shuddering at the sudden heat from him leaving your body.
“Coming!” You say, slapping Shanks in the leg as he snickers behind you.
You adjust your skirt, ignoring the cum that starts to leak out of you as you scurry to help Makino with the bar patrons. The whole time, you can feel Shanks’ eyes follow you.
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sanjis-all-blue · 11 months
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Kiss and Make Up | Shanks x Reader
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summary: shanks left for months and didn’t even have the decency to let you know he was alive. now that he’s back in town, he’s determined to make it up to you.
wc: 2.6k
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NSFW - 18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked
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warnings: female reader in mind, yearning, mirror fucking, fellatio, cream pie, breeding, language, pet names (baby, darling, my love)
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AN: dedicated to @lawsvalentine who wanted to read a breed-y shanks fic. hope you like it! ♡(´ε` )
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You stood at the marina of your home island, watching as the Red Force became bigger and bigger on the afternoon horizon. The light breeze cooled your warm cheeks as your heart fluttered in anticipation.
Because you knew the moment Shanks hit solid land, he was going to get an ear full from you.
He left you for months, and you had no clue where he was. He didn’t bother to call, or even write. You had reduced yourself to reading the crime columns and the obituaries of the newspaper, scanning for his name in case he had ended up arrested or dead.
Loving Shanks was not easy, given his occupation, but you foolishly kept at it. So when the crew dropped anchor, and the men filed off the ship, seeing him for the first time in a long time made you almost forgive him.
Almost.
“Darling!” He called, waving his arm. His boyish grin and excitement was so endearing. The way the sunshine illuminated his already fiery hair, the way his sun-kissed skin stretched over his musculature - it was almost too much.
But when he scooped you up, landed kisses all over your face and neck, his facial hair tickling your skin, you remembered you were supposed to be mad at him.
You pushed him off of you, and he gave a playful pout in return. “Do you know how long it’s been?!” You scolded. The rest of his crew let out “Ooo”s because they knew he was in trouble, but knew it wasn’t their place to eavesdrop and dispersed to go about their chores. (Some of them kept a nosey ear tuned in, however.)
“I know it’s been a while baby.” Shanks replied, voice low and intimate, while you averted your gaze. One look at him and it would be game over for you. He snaked his arm around your waist once more, pulling you close, and kissed the side of your head. “I’m sorry.”
You caved, burying your face in his chest, forgiveness already melting away any residual anger. “You can’t just do that to me.” you mumbled.
“I know, I know.” He said. After a moment of pondering, he then asked: “How about we catch up tonight? Just you and me.” His chin gestured to his companions around him. “I’m kind of tired of these guys anyway.” He joked. You nodded, still pressed against his skin, trying to soak in his presence.
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A few hours later, you stood in front of the inn and tavern you and Shanks first met at. He had to finish his docking duties, and you had to get ready for your date. You agonized over what to wear, hoping that some dress in your closet somehow had the power to keep him from ever leaving you alone like that again. Maybe it would be this perfume, or that lipstick. Anything.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the familiar sound of his sandals slapping against the ground behind you. As you turned, his lips met your forehead, and you swooned internally.
“I thought we could eat alone tonight.” He said, holding up a room key, jingling it softly.
Your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. The two of you climbed the stairs to your lodging for the night, him right behind you, directing you to the correct room.
He leaned around you to open the door, and once you stepped inside, you saw a bouquet of your favorite flowers on a table under the window. It was a huge arrangement and the fragrance filled up the room.
You rushed over to take a better look and next to the vase was a small card. When you opened the card, nothing was written on it, but a smaller piece of unmarked white paper fell out.
“I think you should have one of these.” He said to you over your shoulder. The Vivre Card fluttered slightly in the direction of Shanks. “Then you’ll always know where to look for me.”
Emotions overtook your senses - a mix of happiness, adoration, love, with a tinge of longing because you knew this meant he had to leave again. Regardless, you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a deep kiss. His hand rest on your lower back, pulling you closer.
“You don’t know how much this means to me.” You muttered between kisses. Shanks again proved he was the hardest man in the world to stop loving. Not only did he apologize but he also took steps to rectify the situation without you even needing to ask. What a gentleman.
Well, he was a gentleman until you felt something poking you in the stomach.
You looked down to see his patterned pants tented between you. Looking back up at him, he was blushing slightly and glancing away from you. “You’re not the only one who missed someone, y’know.” He said sheepishly.
With a slight giggle, you walked him backward until his knees buckled onto the bed. The pirate captain sat with a bounce and a huff.
“I wasn’t quite hungry yet anyway,” you said, spreading his knees apart and taking a place on the floor between his legs. Your impatient fingers started to undo his pants and Shank’s shaky breath grew shallower as he tried to contain his excitement.
His already rock-hard cock sprang free, looking swollen and wanting. Before letting you go any further, Shanks hooked his pointer finger under your chin and tilted your face upwards, giving you one more loving kiss. Desperate hands bunched the fabric of his pants as you leaned into it. His tongue lightly swiped the inside of your lip, which only encouraged your hands to explore higher.
Sliding your palms against his thighs, they met in the middle. One hand wrapped itself around his shaft, slowly stroking him, while the other wrestled the fabric of his pants and underthings to massage his full, heavy balls.
Your touch made Shanks hiss, and he adjusted himself to pull his pants out from under his seat so you could work him unobstructed. After helping him discard of his troublesome bottom garments, you got back to work. With a quick spit into your palms, you continued to pump him, squeezing your fingers as you neared his leaking head, rubbing your thumb over his sack as he muttered your praises.
Even you were surprised at your own patience. You needed this man inside of you, yet you were also content just listening to his little moans, watching as his body relaxed under your touch.
When you thought he was going to lean back in pure bliss, you used your tongue to lap up the dribble of pre-cum he produced. Shanks hunched over with a moan that you could hear his smile through. “More of that, baby.” He coaxed.
Encouraged, you took his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his ridges. You could feel Shank’s gaze bore into the back of your hair, so you looked up to meet his lidded eyes. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and his hand rested on the back of your head. You took more of him in your mouth, inch by inch, still using your hands to stroke him, your spit leaking from your lips making you both sticky.
Shanks groaned as you stretched your jaw open to take more of him. Your lips met your fist, and you bobbed up and down, letting out soft moans of your own the more he gripped your hair.
“Shit, shit, shit-“ he muttered as he pulled you off his cock abruptly. You looked up at him, spit all over your chin and cheeks. He took sympathy on you with a smirk. “I don’t want to finish quite yet, my love.” He grabbed your elbow, guiding you to stand up.
He pressed his face between your still-clothed breasts and inhaled your scent, his hand reaching around to cup your ass. Your hands escaped under his white shirt and rubbed his shoulders and back, feeling every scar from his long journey.
“Take this off,” he muttered, lightly pulling the fabric of your dress with his teeth. Obeying, you pulled it up and over your head, adding it to the pile of clothes. His lips touched your bare skin, making it erupt with goosebumps. He reached behind you and expertly undid your bra clasp, then you helped him shrug off his top.
The only thing that stood between him and you now were your panties.
“Turn around.” He commanded. You indeed turned but were slightly surprised to see yourself staring back at you in a mirror. “Now, take those off. Slowly.”
Your fingers hooked under the waistband then started peeling them from your body. You bent at the waist, which elicited a groan and a “Fuck yeah, baby” from your lover. The discarded panties were added to the pile. You turned your head to see that he had scooted himself back against the headboard. He tapped his thigh and said, “Come sit.”
You turned and crawled over to him, but he motioned for you to turn back towards the mirror. Sinking down on his lap, you adjusted so that his cock rest between your wet folds.
“Is that all for me already?” He asked, also noticing the slick that lubricated your pussy. You nodded biting your lip. His calloused hand slid over your thigh and pulled it outwards, spreading your legs so you could see every detail of the way his member sat between your lips in the mirror.
He leaned his hips backward just a bit so he could angle his cock to tease your wanting hole.
“Tell me you missed me, baby.” He said, his arm wrapped around your hip, stroking his cock.
“I missed you, Shanks.” You whimpered, as you complied with his teasing. You leaned back against his chest.
“What else did you miss?” He asked, slapping himself against you, the contact making lewd noises, watching your every movement in the mirror.
“I missed your cock.” That answer didn’t seem to be all he was looking for as he continued to tease you.
“What else?” He kissed your shoulders.
“I missed getting fucked by you!” You cried, almost ready to take this situation into your own hands.
“So if I fuck you, you’ll forgive me?” You could hear the grin on his voice.
“Yes, Shanks, just fuck me!” Your cock-hungry brain didn’t have time to decide if that was a lie or not before he obliged.
His thick cock pushed past your muscles, which your pussy hungrily accepted. You moaned in unison, both of you satisfying months-long urges. The man’s wanting cock speared you, but the stretch felt like bliss because you had been dreaming about it for so long.
Shanks’ powerful legs fueled his thrusts as he pressed upwards into you. His face was buried in your neck, his hand reaching up to squeeze whatever he could grip: your tits, your tummy, your waist. One of your hands gripped his hair that smelled like salt water. The other shadowed his exploratory hand as it surveyed your body.
Despite your heavy lids from the pleasure he doled out to you, you caught a glimpse of your union in the mirror. It was naughty, it was intimate, it was hot. You could see his cock disappear into your body, you could see how he worshipped you. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and you watched a grin crawl across his face.
His hand abandoned your torso and then found purchase on your clit. The added stimulation sent another wave of pleasure through your body, resulting in your pussy becoming wetter around him. He circled your sensitive nub and listened to your moans as they slipped out of your mouth.
Even with time apart, he knew what made you click.
He paused his thrusting momentarily to focus on the actions of his fingers. Your eyes shut reflexively as you got closer to your climax.
“No, no, baby, this is the best part, you gotta watch.” He cooed, his lips brushing your skin. Not wanting to disobey you took a peek, putting an image to the feeling of your core tensing and your chest panting before the flood of endorphins.
“Sh-Sh-Shanks-” you stuttered, right at the edge of precipice. With a satisfied hum, he began to quickly pump his hips up into yours again, giving you just the push you needed.
Your orgasm flooded your body, feeling like you were being constricted, with the only outlet you could find being the moans echoing in your chest. A creamy white ring formed on Shanks’ cock as your body flushed its pleasure through your sensitive hole, which made him gasp in delight.
“Oh you did so good my love,” he praised, giving you a kiss on the cheek as the waters of your orgasm receded. “You did so good, in fact, I have one more gift I want to give you.”
You smiled warmly at his reflection, eyes filled with satisfaction and adoration, still breathing heavily.
He rolled the two of you over so that you were laying on your chest, your bodies accidentally separating. With your ass slightly up in the air and your legs spread wide, he used his hand to guide himself back in. He traced your spine with his palm as you lazily and lovingly pressed your cheek into the pillow.
He started to thrust into you again, slowly, intimately, trying to savor the feeling.
“Mmm, what’s my other gift?” You asked, voice thick with post-orgasm daze.
Shanks shoved his whole cock into you, causing you to yelp. “Your other gift is for me to breed this perfect pussy of yours.”
Your walls fluttered around him at his words.
“Then you’ll always have a part of me with you, hm?” He said, voice low and gravely. You could tell he was trying not to bust right then and there. “Then I wouldn’t have to worry either. Everyone would know that this pussy is mine.” He gave you long, controlled strokes of his length. It wouldn’t be awful, you thought, to have your pussy unquestionably owned by him.
If anything made it evident you wanted it too, it was the gush of your cunt at the idea. To confirm you moaned: “I want you to fill me up,” His hand gripped your ass at your directive. “Give me your cum.” you begged.
“Anything for you.” Shanks said with a smile. He pounded into you, but you knew it wouldn’t take him long to finish. His balls slapped against your clit and you rocked backward against him to coax his cum from them.
“Ooooh fuck baby,” he moaned, his voice low and deep. You could tell by his erratic humping that he was going to unload at any second. The thought of his cock planting his seed in you made your cunt constrict around him which sent him over the edge.
He froze, and you felt the spurts of Shanks’ hot cum coat your walls. The spasm of his balls and his throaty moan filled the room made the situation so erotic, you could feel yourself wanting more. All you could think about was how greedy you were for this man.
He milked his cock with your pussy to make sure he got every single drop out of him and into you, but pulling out caused some to slide down your folds. Two of his fingers collected the excess and shoved it back to its rightful place.
You moaned as his fingers re-entered you and you bucked against his digits, looking over your shoulder at him. His blushed, post-orgasm face glowed and his hand didn’t move from its place. Again, you rocked back against his fingers, testing him.
Shanks raised an eyebrow at you while curling his fingers up against your walls. “Don’t let me stop you now. We have months to make up for and I have way more cum to give you.”
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lawsvalentine · 3 months
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Dating a Popstar S/O • OP Men HC •
(FLUFF/HUMOR)
Popstar!reader
Characters: Monster trio + Law
CW: none just cuteness and shits and giggles 😁
Cee’s Note: Got inspired from Film Red movie and now I can’t stop thinking about popstar!reader. I’m definitely gonna make a nsfw hc about it 🤭 anyways enjoy!
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Luffy
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If you’re writing lyrics, Luffy will insist you use ones he came up with
Let’s just say his choice in lyrics are….interesting
“No”
“C’monnnn y/n”
“No, Luffy”
“But, why-“
“I am not adding “and they’re morons” to my song” 🙄
Loves to help you rehearse your dance routine before a performance (sometimes chopper joins in as well)
I imagine it’s like this video of tom and zendaya dancing
Will interrupt your performance onstage for the most mundane things sgdhdj
“Y/NNNN! I’m hungry, how long til your concert is over?”
“LUFFY?!?! I’m in the middle of a performance! Get off the stage!!!
Zoro
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He is literally your bodyguard and will not hesitate to slice someone if they try to grab you on stage
God help whoever decides to trash talk you or your music, they will be met with his blade 🤭
Puts up a front that he’s not into pop music but you swore you saw him bobbing his head to your songs one time shdhdj
“I saw you boppin your head” *smirks*
“NO! that was me…uh…nodding my head…to Usopp b-because he asked me a question”
“Yeah whateva” 🙄
Sanji
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He is literally your biggest fan 🤭
Will literally be decked out in your merch, rockin a “I ❤️ Y/N” shirt
Mans nearly fainted when he first saw you perform on stage sghssj
Always actin a fool in the crowd with all his love outburst
“Y/N-SWANNNNNNN! YOU’RE SO GORGEOUS AND TALENTED!” *spins around with heart eyes*
Despite all your screaming adoring fans, he manages to be the loudest one in the crowd
Law
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He will play it off like he’s unfazed by you being a popstar, especially if he’s dating you
But mans is lowkey a fanboy of you sghdjd
PLSS he will know all your songs 😭
He thinks you are the most talented person alive and mans is head over heals for you
He has a favorite song of yours that you didn’t know until he asked you to sing it for him one night
“You want me to sing-“
“Don’t make this a bigger deal than it is”
He’s so embarrassed but you think it’s adorable
He thinks you have the prettiest voice he’s ever heard 🥺
Shanks
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Loves to show you off
Couldn’t be prouder to have the world’s biggest and most stunning popstar on his arm
Will do the absolute MOST with pda in front of paparazzi
“Shanks! Not in front of the cameras”
“Let em take pictures. Need the whole world to see you’re mine”
Will surprise you with post performance flowers
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maddddstuff · 2 months
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Relentless
Shanks is relentless as he hits on you in a bar. Toxic behaviour from him but reader likes it I promise. Some angst, some smut, some fluff. There's a fair amount of buildup before the smut, but if you're patient i promise it's there lmfao
Pairing: Shanks x f!reader
CW: Mentions of gambling, bad family dynamic, semi-toxic Shanks, he's very persistent, reader is rude but she's valid for it, jealousy, groping, penetrative sex, oral (f and m receiving), size kink, belly bulge, brat taming (kind of), overstimulation, slight dumbification, dom shanks, bratty reader, age gap though not really touched on (reader in 20s, Shanks late 30s), slight daddy kink (mentioned only once), aftercare, happy ending
WC: 7.2k (im sorry i dont know how that happened 😭)
18+ MDNI
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You’re sitting at the bar, nursing your drink as you trace the grooves in the wooden bar. You do your best to ignore the chaos around you, not wanting to participate in the revelry. New pirates come in and out of this bar every day, always celebrating something. After more than two decades in this town, you were used to the revolving door.
When you were younger, a life at sea had appealed to you. You’d dreamt of leaving this small island behind and embracing adventure. However, family commitments had held you back. Now, you were free of those commitments, but you stayed put in your steady life. Sure, you had the freedom to leave now, but after so long, a life of adventure no longer appealed to you. Or at least, it scared you more than it appealed to you. You supposed that you still felt the call of the sea sometimes, but you’d grown so used to ignoring it that you almost didn’t feel the yearning deep inside of you.
Tonight, you were drinking alone at the only bar in your town because you felt like your life was falling apart.
Your father had been the only person in your life for as long as you could remember. You wished that you could remember him fondly, but the only memories you had associated with him were negative.
He had been a gambler. You had memories dating back to your childhood of leaving your house in the middle of the night with as much Berry as you could find to bail him out of yet another "bad hand".
He’d grown sick when you were 15 and had stopped working. He’d kept gambling though, so you’d had to pick up odd jobs around town whenever you could to make enough Berry to finance his addiction.
He’d finally died 6 months ago. You imagined that you should have felt sad, but in reality, all you felt was relief. Finally, you were no longer responsible for bailing him out. You could focus on yourself. You were finally at peace.
Unfortunately, today the other shoe had dropped. Somewhere along the way, your father had accumulated an insane amount of debt to the thugs from a neighbouring town. They’d come by early in the morning today to collect.
You’d been completely blindsided. You had given them all the money you had, choking back tears as you felt years of your hard work slip away. It hadn’t been enough, not even close. The leader had bent down to be eye level with you, a menacing sneer on his face as he informed you that he’d be taking your house instead.
Now, you sat in the bar and fought back tears as you wondered what you’d do tonight. You had very few friends, and it didn’t feel right to ask them for help. You felt bad enough about the drink in your hand. The barkeep had taken one look at you and set it down, saying it was on the house.
You lifted your head to survey the patrons of the bar, wondering if you could go home with any of them. You laughed bitterly at the thought.
Pirates were notoriously greasy, and these pirates didn’t appear to be any exception. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. A certain red-haired pirate was laughing at a table, a huge mug of ale in his hand. He didn’t look too greasy. His eyes flicked up and met yours from across the room.
You ducked your head, swivelling back to face the bar. You shook your head as if that would rid you of the thoughts. It was time to think seriously. The weather wasn’t too bad, maybe you could just crash outside? Though, with how many strange men you saw around, you doubted you’d get a wink of sleep if you slept somewhere exposed. You'd be far too anxious.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone settle into the seat right next to you. You frowned. The seats around the bar were mostly empty, so there was no reason for someone to sit right next to you.
You lifted your head with a scowl, annoyed that someone had disturbed your wallowing. You were momentarily stunned to see none other than the red-haired pirate from before. Now that he was closer, you realized that he had three scars over his left eye. Ordinarily, you weren’t fond of scars. However, his accentuated his features and made him appear even more attractive.
Your eyes widened when you realized he was missing his left arm. You quickly looked back up at his face, schooling your expression.
He grinned at you, clearly enjoying how you were ogling him. Gods, get a hold of yourself, you internally scolded, annoyed that you’d lost your composure so easily.
He takes his time admiring every inch of you. His eyes rake appreciatively up your long, exposed legs. He takes his time moving them up to your chest, grin widening as he takes in the sight. When his eyes finally lift back to your face, you’re scowling even more.
He leans in, resting an arm on the bar. You stiffen as he enters your personal space.
“Can I help you?” You finally snap.
“Cranky, are we?” He laughs.
You roll your eyes, annoyed. You turn back to the bar, decidedly ignoring him.
“Maybe I can make your bad mood all better,” He teases.
“Fuck off,” You growl, taking a sip of your drink.
He bursts out laughing. It’s a nice sound, you decide. Though you wish he weren’t quite so close to your ear. You cringe a bit at how loud he is, ear ringing even after his laughter fades.
“Pretty mouth like yours shouldn’t be using bad words like that,” His eyes glitter as he continues to tease you. “Do you like being bad?”
You turn to face him, fed up with his lame attempts at flirting. You blink in surprise when you realize just how close his face is to yours. Your noses are almost touching. You recover quickly.
“What is your problem?” Your teeth are gritted. It had been a long day, and you really didn’t need this right now.
“You wanna know what my problem is?” He asks, tone suggestive as his eyes flick down to your full lips and linger.
You move to get up and leave, pretty certain you can guess what he’s going to say. Honestly, did men have no shame anymore?
He grabs your wrist as you spin away from him, keeping you from leaving. His grip is firm, though not tight enough to hurt. It feels more… possessive than anything else. A delicious shiver runs down your spine at that realization, but you do your best to push it aside. It didn’t matter how handsome this red-haired man was, now wasn’t the right time for you to be playing around with some guy.
He stands as well, stepping in close to you. You remain rooted in place, waiting for his next move. Now that you’re both standing, you can appreciate how tall he is. He towers over you. Your head barely reaches to his collarbone, if that.
His head drops, mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Yeah, that breaks the spell. You wrench your arm from his grip and shove him. “Where do you get off thinking you can just grab me like that!” You spit.
He doesn’t budge, despite you shoving him with all your might. He appears unfazed and chuckles at your meagre attempts to send him packing.
“You have a lot of spirit, don’t you?” He sounds appreciative, as though that’s something he admires in a person.
“And you have a whole lotta nerve. Can’t you take a hint?” Though, if you were being wholly honest with yourself you were glad that he wasn’t leaving. Bickering with him was doing a great job of taking your mind off the struggles of your real life. It didn't hurt that he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life. It was addicting, having his undivided attention on you. You were really enjoying this game of cat and mouse, and secretly wished he wasn't going to be scared off by your words.
He grins, leaning in closer. “I like women who play hard to get,” he winks playfully.
“Gods,” You mutter, turning away from him and finding a new seat further down the bar. You pick a stool between two people so that he can’t sit next to you again. The barkeep, seemingly amused by the whole ordeal, grabs your half-finished drink and slides it down to you at your new spot. You mutter a quick thanks.
The man leans against the bar right next to you, practically squeezing some stranger out of his seat. He ignores the stranger, still focused only on you. “Wanna know something?”
You groan. Of course he would squeeze into a tiny space to be next to you. It had been naïve of you to think that would stop him.
He laughs at the sound, reaching up to toy with the ends of your hair as he leans his head down to keep talking. “You have really pretty hair. It was the first thing I noticed about you.”
You turn to eye his hair. “Wish I could say the same for you.”
That was a lie. You really liked his hair. It was such a unique shade of red, and the way it caught the dim light of the bar was mesmerizing. But his ego was clearly way too big already, you didn’t need to feed into it.
He just chuckles, continuing to toy with the ends of your hair. “Someone’s feeling bitchy tonight, aren’t they?”
“That’s fucking rich.” You smack his hand away from your hair, standing up to glower at him. “You harass me and then when I fight back you call me a bitch? Real fucking classy.”
“I see I’ve struck a nerve!” He sounds amused, pleased to have elicited such a response from you.
You scowl and spin away from him.
Of course, he doesn’t let you leave. “C’mon, does it really bother you so much that a handsome man is giving you so much attention?”
“Not sure who you’re talking about there, because I certainly don’t find you handsome. Though, it’s not surprising that you’re so full of yourself.” You mutter as you make a beeline for the dance floor, hoping to lose him. It occurs to you that you don’t even know this guy’s name. You don’t want to ask it though, afraid he’ll take that as an invitation to pick you up and haul you away to his ship.
You can hear him chuckle behind you, but you ignore him. You find the perfect target, some random man on the dance floor. He’s alone and looks a bit out of place. He seems nervous, though not so much so that he’ll up and run away from you. You head straight for him, smiling broadly when he notices you.
You dance with the stranger. His hands settle on your hips as he sways with you. You can feel the red-haired pirate’s eyes on you, but you pointedly ignore him. You barely even look at your dance partner, too focused on ignoring your pursuer and hoping he’s feeling jealous. Maybe, if he’d been a tad bit nicer, you would’ve been dancing with him instead.
Shanks watches you move from a short distance away. He settles against the wall, prepared to stay put for as long as necessary. He’s completely in awe of you. Your movements are so graceful, so fluid. He doesn’t even care that you’re dancing with someone else. He just enjoys watching you.
Beckmann leans beside him on the wall, eyes on the girl Shanks had been relentlessly pursuing. “What’s her name?” He asks, voice gruff.
Shanks pauses for a moment, before laughing. “I don’t know!”
Beckmann frowns. “You’ve been chasing her all over the bar and you don’t even know her name?”
Shanks shrugs, still laughing.
The older man shakes his head with a sigh. “You’ve never been good at meeting people.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!?”
“You come on too strong. Scares them off.”
“I seem to have done alright. I have a whole crew! They all liked me enough to join!”
Beckmann laughs. “That's a terrible example. Most of these men are not normal. Flirting with a girl is different.”
Shanks raises a brow at his first mate. “I do alright with girls, but thanks.”
“Yeah, 'cause they all know who you are and throw themselves at you, desperate for the chance to sleep with an emperor! It’s different when you’re the one pursuing them.”
Shanks is about to protest, but one cutting look from the other man shuts him up. He’s still thinking of a response when he sees you grab your dance partner's hand and start to lead him to the door. He stiffens, not wanting to see you go home with someone else. Your eyes flick to his, so quick he’s not sure you even realized. But the motion makes him grin. It confirmed that you were doing this for his benefit. You didn’t actually have any interest in your dance partner.
He pushes off the wall, hurrying to the door to cut you off before you have the chance to leave.
“Be normal!” Beckmann calls out from behind him.
You’re almost out of the bar when your path is interrupted by a towering man. You look up to see the pirate smiling down at you. “No, sweetheart. You’re going home with me.”
“Can’t you see I’m spoken for?” You gesture to your dance partner, who’s standing cluelessly behind you by the door. The redhead glares at him over your shoulder, and your partner scurries off.
“Traitor,” You mutter.
He chuckles. “Did you really think I’d be worried about that boy? No, I’m perfectly confident in my ability to take you home.”
You cross your arms. “All you’ve done is hound me. Why would I ever leave with you?”
He places his hand on your hip, large fingers splaying as he pulls you closer. With his mouth next to your ear, and his voice low he murmurs, “Because, sweetheart, I know how to properly take care of a woman.”
You shiver at his words. You can feel your panties growing damp as a thousand possibilities rush through your mind. You push them away with a shake of your head and narrow your eyes at him.
“I know your kind. You’re a flirt. Sure, you’re focused on me tonight, but tomorrow you’ll be right back at the bar, searching for your next target. I have no interest in being another notch on your bedpost.” You try to keep your voice light, though the slight quiver hints at the very real insecurity behind your words.
He lifts his hand from your waist to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Sweetheart, I did not come to the bar tonight with the intention of finding a girl. You took me by surprise, and I’ve been… how did you put it? Hounding you!” He grins as he quotes you, “Because I want you. I really want you. That’s not going to change tomorrow. You’re perfect, and I’d be an idiot to let you slip through my fingers. I want you tonight – several times, hopefully,” You blush at the innuendo. “I’ll want you tomorrow morning, tomorrow night, and every day after that.”
“And what, I’m just supposed to take your word for it?”
He tilts your chin so you make eye contact with him. His eyes burn into yours. “Maybe I can back it up with my actions instead?”
His voice is sensual, and lust burns through you at his words. You flush, unable to respond as your mouth hangs. He grins, pleased with your reaction. He drops his hand from your chin to grab your hand, and he tugs you out of the bar.
You stumble behind him before deciding that this is exactly what you need. This man made you feel more aroused than you’d thought possible, and he’d barely even touched you.
You hurry to keep up with him, his long legs easily outpacing yours as he rushes you excitedly down to the docks.
“My first mate pointed out that I tend to go about introductions all wrong,” He tosses his head back as he laughs. “What’s your name?”
You study his profile as you continue walking, starting to wonder if he’s perhaps insane. You tell him your name, and he grins. “Good name. Suits you! I’m Shanks.” The name sounds familiar, but you’re not sure why. He stops suddenly and lets go of your hand to hold his out professionally, face solemn.
Your gaze flicks between his face and his outstretched hand. Slowly, you reach for his hand to shake it. He nods, satisfied. Immediately, he grabs your hand again and keeps pulling you towards the ship.
“You’re slow,” He complains.
“Sorry I’m not fucking huge! Your legs are twice the size of mine!”
“Maybe I should just carry you,” Shanks laughs.
“I really don’t think that’s–” He lets go of your hand to scoop you up. He moves so fast, you’re not sure how he does it, but one second, you’re standing next to him and the next you’re on his back.
You can’t help the startled laugh that bubbles out of you as you tighten your arms around his neck, holding on tight as he speeds towards his ship. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist to keep you secured on his back. His arm twists behind his back to help support your weight as you near the docks.
Your jaw drops as a massive ship comes into view. It stands proud with a red and gold trim, a jolly roger that resembles your red-haired companion painted onto the main sail. It’s the nicest ship you’d ever seen, and you’d seen a lot of pirate ships pass through your coastal town.
“You like her? She’s called the Red Force. Best ship out there, I promise you that.” Shanks grins, and you can hear genuine pride in his voice.
“It's beautiful,” You breathe. He sets you down in front of the ramp, turning to face you again.
“I’d offer you a tour, but there will be time for that later,” He grabs your hand again and leads you up the ramp onto the deck. He walks slower now, so you no longer have to jog to match his pace. You enjoy how his much larger hand dwarfs yours as he guides you along. You feel safe in his hold. Safe in a way you hadn’t felt in a while.
Once on the deck, you pause to look up at the sky. It was well past dark now, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Your breath caught as you admired the stars. There were so many filling the sky. It was beautiful.
You look back to Shanks, eyes bright. You find him already staring at you, a thoughtful smile on his face.
“What?” You ask, almost nervously.
He steps closer to you, moving his hand from yours to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulls your lower body flush against his in a swift movement that makes you gasp. Breathlessly, you stare at him.
“I’d quite like to kiss you now,” His eyes are trained on your lips.
You nod, “That would be okay.”
He grins, then tilts his face down. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. He pauses there for just a moment before closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.
His lips are surprisingly soft as they caress your own. The kiss is gentle, different from what you’d expected from him. It feels intimate, contradictory to the relentless was he pursued you earlier.
He pulls away slowly, as though reluctant to part from your lips. You share the feeling.
“Come,” He says quietly. This is a new side to Shanks, but you find you’re enjoying it. It feels nice to know that he’s taking this seriously. He can do more than just joke around, it seems. It reassures you that he meant what he'd said earlier.
He leads you down into the belly of the ship. You turn so many times you feel yourself getting lost before he finally stops in front of a large wooden door.
He looks almost nervous as he pushes it open. You step in first, taking in the sight of his bedroom. It was pretty big, much bigger than you’d expected for a room aboard a ship. His bed sat in the middle, made with red sheets. Your lips twitched at the sight. It seemed red was a consistent theme for your new pirate friend.
Standing in his room feels more intimate than you’d thought it would. You turned back to face him, finding his eyes glued to your face. Unsure how to cope with the unfamiliar feelings rising in your chest, you opt for a physical response instead.
Your hands reach up to cup his face, pulling him down to you. Your lips meet his in a kiss far more passionate than the last time. He bites your bottom lip, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your parted lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. This kiss is far more what you'd expected from a man like him.
A moan leaves you as you taste him. Sake, mostly, but also something else. A taste that was distinctly him. It was addicting.
Shanks pushes you farther into his room, shutting the door with his foot as he goes. His hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, holding you against him as he continues to kiss you.
You’d had kisses before. Some had been good, some had been bad. This one though? This was on another level. He kissed you like his life depended on it. You felt dizzy from the attention he was giving you. You never wanted him to stop. It was breathtaking and mind-numbing. It was perfect.
The back of your legs hit the mattress and you sat down hard. Shanks breaks the kiss, and you almost whine at the loss. He smirks, not missing the pout you make.
You try to steady your breathing as he pulls his shirt off. You’d quickly lost control of the situation. He had been pursuing you all night, and you’d planned on making him pay for that in the bedroom. You were hoping he’d even beg a little. But his confidence had changed. He no longer seemed cocky in a way that demanded you knock him down a few pegs. Instead, he exuded the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Your instinct was to follow his lead. But no, you hardened your resolve. You vowed to take back control of the situation.
You almost lost your resolve the second he tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it on the ground behind him. Your mouth waters at the sight of his strong body. Your hand lifted of its own accord to trace over the ridges of his abdomen. He drew in a sharp breath, muscles flexing, when you scraped a nail down the red happy trail disappearing into his pants.
One large hand grabbed yours, halting your movements before you could continue your path down to his clothed cock. The lighting in the room was dim, but you could see the evidence of his arousal straining against his pants. Even through the clothing, you could tell he was huge. You grew wetter at the sight, and your mouth watered at the thought of getting to taste him.
“Take your shirt off,” He commands, voice laced with lust. You almost do as you’re told before remembering that you were supposed to be giving him a hard time. It was only fair, really. So instead of taking your shirt off, you ignored him and raised your other hand to undo his belt.
Shanks frowns as you ignore him, but he doesn’t protest as you tug his pants down. He’s left standing in only his boxers, while you remain fully clothed in front of him.
You cup him through his boxers, eyes widening as you get an idea of just how big he is. You relish the way he groans under your touch. The hand on yours goes slack, and you pull free from his grip. Slowly, you tug his boxers down.
You gasp as his freed cock slaps lewdly against his stomach. He was huge. How were you going to fit him inside of you? You reached a hand up to wrap around the base of his cock, whimpering when you realize your fingers don’t touch. With your arm up now, you flicked your eyes between his cock and your forearm, eyes growing wide as you realize they were about the same size.
Shanks watches you from above with an amused expression, lips curled into a smug smirk. He was no stranger to this reaction. He was aware that he was much larger than the average man. But he wasn’t worried. He knew it would fit.
“You’re fucking huge!” You exclaim, almost accusatorily.
He bursts out laughing, which does nothing to ease your growing concerns.
“You’re going to kill me with this thing!” Your eyes flick between his cock, annoyed to find it twitching in your hand at your words. The tip is an angry shade of red as it leaks milky precum. Stressed though you were, you had to admit he had a beautiful cock. You desperately wished to take him into your mouth, though you knew there was no way you'd be able to fit much of him down your throat.
“I can’t believe you harassed me all night just to lure me back to your ship so you could kill me,” You muttered.
Shanks pushes on your shoulder, forcing you back on the bed. He leans down over you so that your noses are touching. His eyes sparkle with amusement.
“I promise it will be fine, sweetheart. We’re gonna make it fit, okay? I’m gonna take my time getting you ready for me, and then you’re going to take my cock like a good girl. And you’re going to like it.” He kisses the tip of your nose with a wink before working his lips down your neck, leaving marks behind as he goes.
You relax underneath him, fear leaving you as you get lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Touch me,” You order.
He lifts his head, an amused expression on his face. “You’ll have to be a little more specific than that, sweetheart.”
“You know what I want,” You scowl. You tangle a hand in his hair and push his head further down your body until his face is hovering over your clothed cunt.
Shanks laughs softly as you manhandle him, but doesn’t object. He kneels at the foot of the bed with your cunt right in front of him. He flips your skirt up and drapes your legs over his shoulder. He presses one lingering kiss to your still-covered clit.
“Take your shirt off,” he orders again, eyes burning into yours. You almost moan at the sight of him between your legs. It takes you a moment to register his words, but when you do you scowl.
“You don’t get to boss me around. That’s not how this works.”
“I think you’ll find I like being in charge. I also think you’ll find that you like it too.” He smirks from between your legs.
“I doubt it. If you want my shirt off so bad do it yourself.”
He stands. Your legs fall off his shoulders as he moves, making you frown. He bites the top of your shirt, lifting his hand up to grab the fabric next to his mouth.
“What are you–”
In one smooth motion, Shanks rips open the front of your shirt, revealing the bra underneath.
“You gonna be a good girl and take that off for me, or do I need to rip it too?”
“What the fuck?” You exclaim, propping yourself up on your elbows. Before you can continue yelling at him, he shoves two fingers into your mouth.
Your eyes widen in surprise as you sputter around them. He drops back down to his knees, using his teeth to tug your panties off.
Without wasting a moment, he dives in to devour your needy cunt. As much as his fingers in your mouth annoyed you, you couldn’t deny that it turned you on even more. You were dripping on his tongue as he traced the muscle around your hole. His appreciative groan as he tasted your juices reverberated through your body, making you arch up off the bed.
He alternates between flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit and pumping it in and out of your weeping hole. You clench around him with each thrust of his tongue, the feeling driving you wild. Your moans are muffled by his fingers as your eyes roll back in your head.
Shanks moans almost as much as you do while he eats you out. You're the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he can't get enough. He grinds his cock against the bed as he continues pleasuring you, desperate for some friction to ease the ache.
You are rapidly approaching you high under his skilled tongue. Your chest heaves as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. You try to warn him, but can't get the words out past his fingers. Your hips buck, meeting every thrust of his tongue as you loose control of your body, focused solely on chasing your high.
You cum around his tongue with a muffled cry. He laps your juices up eagerly as you clench desperately around him. He groans at the thought of you clenching around his cock later in a similar way.
Slowly, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth as you come down from your high. A string of spit connects the digits to your lips and drool drips down your chin, but you're still too far gone to feel embarrassed. Shanks enjoys the sight of you unraveled and messy before him.
He brings his fingers down to your opening and pushes them both in slowly. You groan at the stretch.
“Fuck, so tight sweetheart,” Shanks murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. The action makes you whimper.
Your hands tangle in the bedsheets to ground yourself as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you rapidly. He scissors the long digits as he goes, efficiently opening you up for him as he prepares you to take his cock.
When he adds a third finger, you cum around him again. Your back arches off the mattress as you cry out, clenching hard around his fingers as you drench his hand.
Shanks grins, loving the sight of you cumming because of him. He tries to keep going, eager to see you cum again, but you reach down to weakly grab his wrist and halt his movements.
“S’too much, Shanks.” You whimper.
He reluctantly pulls his fingers out, taking in the sight of you breathless and sweaty before him.
“Think I like you even better like this,” He murmurs, tracing an appreciative finger down your flushed face. You sigh as he unwittingly smears your own juices down the side of your face. He blushes at the sight and quickly licks it off, making you roll your eyes.
You don’t have the energy to argue with him anymore, so you take the compliment and his actions silently.
Your eyes drift back down to his hard cock. You reach a tired hand out, wanting to feel the weight of him again. His size no longer scares you. Honestly, you're too blissed out to feel fear. You just want him inside of you. Though, you were still a little too overstimulated. You could think of a few things to do in the meantime.
Your hand closes around his tip. You glide your thumb over his slit, spreading the considerable amount of precum around the flushed head of his cock.
He watches your movements, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. You start to move your hand up and down his shaft, relishing the feel of the veins beneath your fingers. He moans as his cock twitches in your hand with every pass.
You squeeze him tighter, enjoying how responsive he is. His head tilts back as his breathing picks up.
Unable to help yourself, you lean forward to lick at his slit, collecting some of the precum on your tongue before swallowing it down. You moan at the taste of him, even better than you’d imagined.
His eyes snap open as he looks down at you, surprised. You smile almost shyly as you continue to lick your way down his cock, and then back up.
You know he’s too big for you to fit the whole thing in your mouth, but you want to try your best anyway. You start with just the tip, suckling on it and enjoying the fresh wave of precum spreading over your tongue. Already, you feel so full. You shut your eyes, focused wholly on the feel of his cock in your mouth.
You push your head down as far as you can before gagging, but you really can’t take much of him in your mouth. He seems to enjoy your efforts, though, so you’re not too upset about it.
You pump his cock with both of your hands in time with the movements of your mouth. His hand tangles in your hair as he loses himself to the pleasure you’re providing him. Tears bead in the corner of your eyes as you continue to push your limits.
Not long after, he’s pulling you off of him with a reluctant sigh. The lewd pop of your mouth being pulled off his cock makes you blush. You pout as you lose the taste of him on your tongue, which makes him laugh a bit.
“Lay down, sweetheart,” He murmurs. “Head on the pillows. And get rid of your bra, too.”
You feel a fresh wave of arousal rush through your core in anticipation. You do as he says without complaint, which pleases him. You've lost the will to fight with him, too caught up in the pleasure he gives you. You toss the tattered remains of your shirt on the ground, and your bra is quick to follow.
He groans at the sight of your exposed tits. You cup them, feeling heady under his lustful gaze. You pinch your nipples, which makes you moan. He lets out a similar sound at the sight of you playing with your pretty tits for him to see.
He moves up the bed until he’s hovering over you. You spread your legs to make room for him between them, and his cock twitches at the sight of your exposed cunt.
He kneels between your legs, rubbing his cock through your folds to gather the slickness there. You gasp as his tip makes contact with your sensitive clit.
He lines himself up with your entrance before leaning down so that his bare chest is pressed against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist to open yourself up better for him. He kisses you sensually as he slowly pushes into your opening.
Even after he’d stretched you out, it was still a stretch to accommodate his size. You whimper as he pushes in, the size of him making your walls burn.
Shanks murmurs gentle praises into your ear as he kisses down your neck, telling you what a good job you're doing for him, how good you feel around his cock, and how pretty you look underneath him.
Tears well up in your eyes as the stretch becomes too much. He pauses then, seeing you're struggling and letting you adjust. He kisses the tears from the corner of your eyes, continuing to praise you softly.
You give him a nod when the pain fades, urging him to continue. You're breathless, unable to form words as he continues to split you open.
Finally, you feel him bottom out inside of you. You hear him laugh in delight above you, which makes you open your eyes to focus on his face. He's looking down at your stomach, eyes sparkling.
You follow his gaze and whimper when you spy the bulge in your stomach, the outline in the shape of his cock.
“Fuck, Shanks,” You whine. “So deep in me… feel so full.”
He grins above you, nipping at your neck. “Press on it for me, sweetheart.”
You do as you’re told, eyes rolling back as the pleasure intensifies under the pressure of your hand. Shanks groans above you, clearly enjoying the feeling as well.
“Keep your hand there. Want you to feel me thrusting in and out of you,”
You nod obediently, too dazed out to argue. He hasn’t even really started fucking you, and you’ve already gone dumb around his cock. The sight makes him smug.
He slides out slowly, only pulling his cock out halfway. You cry out when he pushes back in, the pleasure already so intense. He carries on like that, giving you slow, shallow thrusts while you adjust to his size. He can feel the moment you're ready for more, and he sets a more aggressive pace.
Shanks slams his hips against yours in hard and fast strokes as he fucks in and out of your tight cunt relentlessly. You can do nothing but moan as he consistently hits that sensitive spot deep inside of you, sending you spiralling towards yet another orgasm.
You're careful to keep your hand pressed to your abdomen, the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you feeling indecent under your hand. Your cheeks flame with each stroke.
Shanks is careful to keep his hips pressed down against yours to grind his pelvic bone against your clit with each thrust, stimulating you in the most delicious way.
Your nails dig into his shoulder as you feel the coil in your stomach snap. You cum with a sharp cry as your whole body shakes underneath him.
He groans as you clench hard around his cock. He into you, working you through your orgasm, and loving the dazed-out look in your eyes.
“You still with me?” He asks when he sees tears gather in your eyes again.
You nod, struggling to form words in the post-orgasmic bliss. “Feels so good, Shanks. It-it’s so much. T-too much I th-think, but I d-don’t want you to st-stop.”
He chuckles over you as he continues to pound his cock into you, blunt tip hitting your cervix every time. “I won’t stop sweetheart, don’t worry. Doing so fucking good for me, making me so proud. I knew there was a good girl in you, buried underneath all that attitude.”
You can’t formulate a reply as he fucks you dumb with his perfect cock.
“Want you to cum again for me. Can you do that, give me one more? Want us to cum together this time.” He pants. You can tell by his glazed eyes and flushed cheeks that he’s getting close. You are too, though honestly, you’re not sure if you ever came down from your last orgasm. Either way, you can feel the familiar pressure threatening to take you under once again.
“Yes, Daddy,” You whimper underneath him, struggling to hold your climax off so that you can cum together like he wants.
“Fuck,” Shanks drops his head to the crook of your neck at the title, unable to stop his orgasm from washing over him.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you as he paints your walls white with his seed. You’d never let anyone cum inside of you before, and the feeling of his warm seed filling you up sends you careening off the edge of your own high.
Your back arches off the mattress as you thrash under Shanks, your orgasm washing over you in sudden, powerful waves. He bites your shoulder to ground himself as your clenching cunt strangles his sensitive cock in the best way.
He keeps himself securely inside of your warmth while you come down from your high, unwilling to part from you so soon. You settle underneath him as your orgasm passes, gasping for breath but no longer shaking quite so much.
He presses soft kisses all over your face as he waits for you to come back to him. Your eyes flutter open slowly, and you're met with his smiling face. You smile back, feeling light and giddy after your orgasms.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, voice soft.
“Hi, Shanks,” You whisper back.
“I love the sound of my name on your lips,” He gives you a playful wink.
You giggle, half-heartedly swatting at his shoulder.
Slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of you. You whine at the loss, and even more so when he rolls off of you.
He grins and kisses you softly, “I’ll be right back.”
You nod, reluctant to see him go.
True to his word, he comes right back with a wet washcloth in his hands and grey sweatpants slung low over his hips.
You will your tired muscles to listen to you as you struggle to push yourself up into a seated position. You aren’t really sure what to do now. You know Shanks said that he wanted you for longer than just tonight, but if you were being realistic that had probably just been a line to get you into bed. And it had worked. Your cheeks flush with shame. How stupid and gullible were you?
You had nowhere to sleep tonight, so maybe you should just stay here? That is if he didn’t kick you out. Oh god, that would be so embarrassing.
Oblivious to the dark turn your thoughts had taken, Shanks sits down on the bed next to you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
You stiffen under his touch. If he wanted you gone, why was he being nice to you? That would only make it hurt more when he inevitably kicked you out.
He frowns as you freeze and refuse to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asks, suddenly worried that he’d gone too far. He hadn’t exactly been gentle with you. What if he’d hurt you? He’d thought you were enjoying it, but maybe he’d been so lost in his own pleasure and had been projecting.
“I-is it okay if I stay here tonight?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your cheeks burn hotter with shame. You refuse to meet his eyes, afraid of what you'll find in them.
Shanks frowns, confused. “Of course. I thought I’d made it clear earlier that I want you to stay with me. Not just for tonight, either. I guess we should talk about that.” He chuckles softly. “My crew is leaving tomorrow, and I want you to come with me.”
Your head snaps up in surprise. You study his face, looking for any sign that he's kidding. But his expresion is uncharacteristically serious as he waits for your response.
“You… you want me to come with you?”
He nods as if that were obvious.
“Really? You’re not kidding?” You eye him warily, fighting back the hope bubbling in your chest.
“Of course not! I think you should join my crew, y/n. We’ll have a lot of fun, you’ll see. You have a lot of spirit, which is perfect for a pirate! Plus, I need someone to keep my ego in check, and you seem up for the job,” He nudges you playfully at that last part.
You laugh, despite yourself. Could this really be happening?
“You don’t have to decide right now,” He adds uncertainly, unsure how to interpret your silence. “You can sleep on it and decide in the morning if you need more time.”
“I want to go with you.” The words are out before you can stop them. You slap a hand over your mouth, as if that could take the words back.
 “Perfect!” He laughs, delighted. He leans in and kisses you, wrapping you up in a tight hug. His excitement is contagious, and you find yourself laughing too.
You blush as Shanks cleans you up, the action foreign to you. It feels nice though, to have someone take care of you even after the sex is over. It makes you feel cherished. That was a feeling that you could get used to.
After tossing the rag, Shanks curls in behind you and wraps his strong arm around you, pulling your body towards him so that your back is pressed firmly against his chest. He buries his nose in your hair with a muttered comment about how nice you smell, before he immediately passes out.
You stay awake for a little bit longer, thoughts racing as your body buzzes with excitement. Finally, after all of this time, you're going to realize your dreams of becoming a pirate and living a life of adventure. And you could already tell that every day with Shanks would be an adventure. You drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, feeling better than you had in a while.
Also, thank you to everyone who's sent requests in so far for my 100 followers event (here) I'm having so much fun working on them, you guys are so creative. I'll still be posting ~2 regular posts a week, and I'll be posting your requests as I finish them :))
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writingoddess1125 · 5 months
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saw ur request is finally open dlsksksks i hope modern au is your jam 🤞🏻
I would love to get your thought on buggy, shanks, and minawk reacting to reader accidentally sending them a nude pic 🤧
Oh I love you RN ❤️
Okay so did I go overboard? Absolutely Do I care? HELL NO!
You Accidently Send them a Nude Pic!
Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk
SPICY THEMES! ❤️‍🔥
You are gonna need some Ice cubes 🧊 after this one ;D
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Buggy
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"For fucks sake" You grumbled as you looked through google- You needed a specific pose for this commission, it was an expensive NSFW one and yet you could not find the right pose and for some reason couldn't figure it from memory-
"Fuck it time to go old school-" You grumbled, Peeling off your clothes and walking to the bedroom were your mirror was, Setting up you snapped a few pictures in the pose needed.
Looking at the few shots you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back. You looked good and got the pose perfectly- Dressing back you went back to your computer.
You kept your phone gallery opened to look at the photo, embarrassed you had to go to such lengths to do so- But money was money.
As you continued your sketch you saw a message ding and smiled- It was non other then Buggy, your close friend and truthfully your partner in crime.
Buggy Boo 🤡: U busy?
Me: Yeah I'm trying to find some references, but what's up?
Buggy Boo 🤡: NVM wanted to hang out
You smiled at this.
Me: You can still but at a price 😌
Buggy Boo 🤡: Price? 💰
Giggling you open up your text gallery. You scroll through the photos to find the McDonald's meme youd saved earlier and quickly sent it-
Me: Gotta Bring Me The Mickey D's 😩 💦
However you saw two images loading to be sent with the text. Raising a brow as you waited for it to load- However when it sent and showed you the second image you threw your device across the room.. there just below the McDonald's Meme was your nude reference photo.. You tried to panic unsend but saw he read it instantly.
Fuck FUCK FUCK!!!
Expecting a call or a WTF text of some sort but .
Silence- You didn't see him text back or anything. Fear eating you up inside as you thought the worse.. He's going to fucking hate you now- you two had just been really really good friends for years and maybe had a few drunken nights together however nothing like this!
In your panic you didn't realize how much time had passed before a knock snapped you from your thoughts.
You heard frantic knocks in your front door, surprised by the urgency of them and walked over- Opening the door your face flushed with what you saw. There was Buggy, with a shirt barely and clearly backwards, his hair down in thick waves looking wet and barely holding up his pants like he had gotten into clothes on the way to you however the 4 massive bag of McDonald's in his hand clued you in he had stopped at the restaurant right before.
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"Buggy?-" You say shyly and face cherry red at seeing him in such a disheveled state- that and his boxers didn't exactly hiding him very well.
"I came over as fast as I could- I also got everything on the menu-" He said breathlessly holding up the bag and you glance to see his car parked sideways in your driveway, words seemed to leave you as you could practically see the desire in his gaze as he grinned widely.
He stepped forward and gently pushed you back into the house closing your door behind him as he quickly closed the space between you two, handing you the bag whicj you could barely hold onto.
"Gotta say, that was a welcomed surprised from you. I loved it~" He purred out, You squeaking in surprise at his words as his hands found their way to your hips.
"I have some modeling I'd like to see you do~ For art purposes of course" He said with a wink.
"Y-You actually liked those?" You manage out- Buggy laughed at this.
"Of course! It was sexy, flashy, surprising all at once. Not gonna lie if it wasn't for me needing to get the McDonald's I'd have came straight here and fucked you into the floor" He growled out in desire. You decided to not tell him you were joking about the McDonald's thing.
"In that case-" You sent the bag to the side and smiled as you felt him practically waiting for you to give the OK.
"Food can wait~"
Shanks
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So bored- You thought as you laid on the couch of your boyfriends apartment. Shanks, The famed biker gang leader in your state. It was famous for his skills, the brutality of his gang and the unfortunate missing arm from a accident to save a child.
However for you he was just the love of your life- and also the one who had left 3 hours ago to do some sort of meet up with his gang which always ment leaving you behind-
Deciding to text him you open your phone to snapchat seeing he was still at the bar and sent a message.
Me: Red I'm Bored 😴
Red Head: I know Babe but I'll be home soon.
Me: It's been 3 hours 🙃
Red Head: Almost done here. I'll Bring you flowers if you're good.
You rolled your eyes- Flowers if your Good hm? You stewed for a moment before jumping up and marching to the bathroom. Maybe it was boredom or sexual frustration but you figured some teasing was in order- Deciding to take off your bottoms you poses in the mirror and snapped a quick picture. Smiling as you loaded it to send
Me: Good like this? {Image}
Prepared to hit send you stopped yourself and sgiggled... This was so stupid. Why would you do this? Rational thought clearing your heated mind and you tossed the phone on the couch to stop yourself.
"Just watch TV Jesus-" You said to yourself and plopped down. Turing in the TV but heard your phone rapidly ding, raising a brow you picked it back up and your face fell- It had sent dear God it had sent. It seemed when you tossed it the screen pressed sent by accdient.
Red Head: I'll be damned-
Red Head: Holy Shit did you just take this now?
Red Head: Baby?
Red Head: I'll be over in 10 minutes..
You saw Shanks text and you felt your face grow hot. This was not how you wanted it to happen but you weren't mad either-
In 8 minutes you heard a knock on the door and you quickly rushed over to open it. Assuming his hand was full-
He smiled at you, Holding the flowers in hand which had somehow survived his speedy ride to you.
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"As promised flowers" He said with a grin and you stepped back so he could enter fully and took the flowers that were handed to you.
"Thank you" You say shyly but can't meet his gaze.
"You just love giving me a heart attack hm Love?" He purred out grabbing your chin gently to look up at him.
"I had to put away my phone so quickly cause I was at the bar with the gang" He said with a chuckle as you held the flowers close to your chest.
He leaned forward releasing your chin and began to kiss your check- His body pressing into you and you felt dizzy and warm.
"I-It was an accident" You Squeak out as Shanks layered kisses down your neck- His hand pulling you by your waist as he pulled you closer, your hand setting the flowers to whatever was closest to you as you felt warmth flutter through your body.
"Really?~ Didn't seem like one to me. As yoj said you were bored~" He said softly, you hadn't realized it but he had worked you two backwards till you felt the couch hit the back of your legs and you fell with a surprised yelp. Shanks smiling at this as he pulled away his leather jacket.
"Well let's make sure I don't leave you bored again~" He winked and lowered himself right after you.
Seems you were about to have the ride of your life~
Mihawk
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You kicked off your heels with a sigh as you finally made it back to your home. Flopping on the couch with a groan- be a lawyer they said, You'll make a lot of money they said- BULLSHIT!
You were overworked, under paid and under laid- it was brutal honestly but you did like your work to some degree and you got to meet interesting people.
You hear a ding from your phone and sigh, already prepared for some client to email- But instead you were met with a text Ling saying your photos were ready.
Photos?... OH The Nude Boudoir Photos of yourself! Jumping up you quickly press the downloadable link and open it up quickly.
It had been a gift for yourself, when your confidence had been down and wanted something to make you feel beautiful and sexy. Opening up the downloaded folder you smiled, it was a bit weird to admire pictures of yourself but the photographer had done such a great job!
However you were cut off when another email rolled in- Sighing heavily as you saw it was non other then you poss and CEO of the firm Mihawk Dracule. The man was a sticklier about everything and he was just lucky he was hot or else you would have slammed a folder in his face by now-
Mihawk D: (Y/N) I need the file for Eros vs Tuller Case. Seems file did not send correctly.
You sigh, that wasn't hard and you'd already downloaded it on your phone. Attaching the document from you phone quickly you sent it-
So lucky!-
There it had been the last thing you...downloaded- wait... it hadn't been the last thing you downloaded.
Dread filled your chest as you slowly opened up your phone once again and clicked the downloaded tap- Seeing two downloaded files, slowly opening the file you sent Mihawk only to see your naked body...
You stared at your phone and screamed- Bloody. Murder
'NO NO NO NO-!!' You panicked as you literally through your phone across the livingroom.
"I'm so so fired I just sent my boss my naked photos!" You sobbed as you fell to the floor, your face as red as a tomato and you damn near cried. You hear another ding and crawl to your cracked device and took a look.
Mihawk D: Come to my office tommorow morning early. We have things to discuss.
You were dead- So very very dead... You cried that night and shot out your resume to several firms and waited for the next morning.
On cue you arrived to the firm brighf and early, having to psych yourself up before going in. You walked in to the building and up to the executive office- you half expected to see a box and a pink slip waiting for you- your head low as you stepped into your bosses office.
"Sir?.." You say softly, looking up you saw Mihawk sitting there looking through some papers- Your eyes focusing on what he was so interested in and you damn near had a heart attack. Seeing professional prints of your boudoir images on his desk and he was looking through them calmly, He glanced up at you finally seeing your wide eyes and flushed face he pointed you over to him calmly.
Slowly stepping forward you stood next to him behind the desk- Seeing the expensive professional prints of your intimate photos sprawled out.
"A-Am I fired?.." You finally asked, Your voice no better then a shaky whisper.
"No. I quite like these infact- I've had many people in my company who have tried to flirt, I was even curious when youd act.. But ive never seen one as bold as this" He said clearly amused, the humiliation burned in your chest- especially since he knew you had a crush on him.. but now you were curious why he didn't want to fire you.
He flicked back to one of the photos, one were you had worn something akin to a playbunny outfit made of lace. He tapped the imagine a bit playfully.
"I must say, This is by far my favorite out of the lot... I'd like to make a proposal to you" He said, craning his head to meet your eyes as a smirk played on his lips.
You felt your brain turn to mush.. first that he liked them and second that Mihawk Dracule was smiling- Had you died?!
"A date if you will, But I'd like to explore your skills in your modeling afterwards. Back at my home. If you're more comfortable with a written contract that is fine with me, but verbal is just as good" He stated calmly, Heat flushing your form at his words and you skittishly nodded.
"What would be the terms of this contract?" You ask shyly, Now more interested then you thought it would be. Mihawk reaching into his caot and pulled out a satin case, opening it to reveal a beautiful necklace, it was very classy looking and could truthfully be worn with anything- but you realized it was a infinity choker with a key lock in the back.
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Warmth hitting your body once again asnyou realized what this represented.. A collar.
"Dates, a more personal relationship and some.. let's say recreations of these works?" He said calmly still holding his favorite one.
You thought for a moment, before running your fingers over the necklace and nodding softly.
"I agree to those terms" You say a bit playfully, Earning a smile from Mihawk. He stood up calmly and picked up the necklace, moving behind you as he carefully clasped it and locked it into place.
"Wonderful" He practically purred out and admired you for a moment. Head flooding your body once more at his golden gaze.
"I will pick you up tonight then, 8 sound good?" He asked, you agreeing and he patted your behind playfully.
"Good. Now Run along now Bunny, I still need the file for the Eros vs Tuller Case" He said amused, You nodding quickly.
"Yes Mr. Dracule" You say softly and as you stepped out a blush on your cheeks and a smile on your lips.
That went better then expected~
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feirceangel · 4 months
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Imagine | Harassed (Shanks)
Imagine doing some shopping when a strange man won’t leave you alone.
Warnings: some violence, reader is harassed and threatened, reader is a badass
Word Count: 1143
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You couldn’t remember the last time you stayed on an island this long. It must’ve been years ago, long before you met him.
Traveling had always been a desire of yours. To traverse the world, discovering different cultures and landscapes, that was your dream.
And you’ve been living it gratefully for years.
Of course, it’s always nice to spend more than a few days ashore once you have the opportunity.
Your Captain has business on this tropic island, and you’ve been enjoying the leisure time that this gives you.
Right now, you’re shopping at the local markets, admiring the bright jewelry and clothing that the various vendors offer.
A raucous laugh sounds off behind you. You ignore it, minding your own business, even as you hear a loud whistle.
“Hey, pretty lady,” a man’s voice says.
You continue ignoring it, instead reading the price of a beautiful red jewel.
This apparently aggravates the man trying to get your attention. He grabs your shoulder roughly, expecting it to be easy to turn you towards him.
You remain in place, stronger than the man anticipated.
After he removes his hand, you turn to him with a frown, “May I help you?”
He’s a tall man in a nice suit, not too shabby looking. Too bad his personality is rotten. Behind him are five more men in similar fashion. You take clear note of the weapons strapped to their sides.
“I was talking to you,” he growls. “I don’t like being ignored.”
“I don’t like being hassled,” you retort, crossing your arms.
“I was just saying how gorgeous you are,” he explains with a slimy grin.
You turn on your heel, “Thanks.”
“Hey!” He shouts, getting closer to you so that you can feel his breath. “Don’t you know who I am?”
“Do you know who I am?” You ask pointedly.
“You’re a pretty piece of ass that needs to be taught a lesson,” he scowls, stepping back. “And we’ll gladly be your teachers.”
Disgust washes over you.
“Are you trying to hit on me? Because you’re doing a poor job of it. And you’re wasting your breath- I’m already taken.”
“I could take you better than he ever could,” he tries to argue.
Your laughter is impossible to hold back, “You’re delusional, you aren’t even near his level. You should stop talking now.”
A smirk forms on your lips as you watch the man shake with anger. His eyes are alight with rage at being shot down and humiliated in front of his friends.
Meanwhile, you’ve mentally checked out, comparing the red of the jewel to your man’s hair. He loves seeing you in his colour.
A loud click goes off near your ear, the kiss of cold metal on your temple a warning not to move.
“You’re gonna regret speaking to me like that.”
You step back from the market stall, shooting an apologetic look towards the owner. The poor girl looks terrified.
One of the man’s lackeys has pulled his gun on you, standing much too close for comfort.
Unimpressed, you shake your head, “How immature.”
“I’m going to-“
He stops as a malevolent aura suddenly appears, causing sweat to form on his brow.
“What exactly are you going to do?” A deceptively calm voice speaks out, followed by footsteps as a red-haired man approaches.
The man in front of you has gone paler than a corpse, shaking just like the man holding the gun against your head.
“Red-Haired Shanks,” a man near you whispers in terror.
They seem to be grasping the situation now. Although, you could have handled the situation just fine on your own.
You smile at your man, who raises a quizzical brow.
“These guys bothering you?”
Before you can reply, the hassler interrupts, “Please, sir we had no idea-“
A gunshot rings out and the gun pressed against your head suddenly falls as the man collapses in a display of bright red blood.
Infuriated, you kick out, knocking the guy to the floor next to his dead buddy.
“Shut up. You should have respected me regardless of who I associate with,” you deliver a harsh kick to his side before pressing your foot on top of his chest.
“Scum like you are less than worms to me,” you grit out, adding more pressure until you hear a sickening crack of a broken rib and the man cries out in pain. “You never know when to quit.”
You reach out a hand towards Shanks and he hands you his sword without hesitation. None of this dimwit’s posse do anything to try and help their leader.
They know it’s a battle they could never win.
With a graceful flick of your wrist, the man below you is impaled through the heart. A clear message to anyone watching.
You fix your gaze on the remaining losers, “Don’t harass people, okay?”
They nod profusely, muttering nonstop apologies as they retreat quickly.
You crouch down to wipe the blood off of Shank’s sword, handing it back with a smirk.
“Darling,” he sheathes his weapon, moving closer to you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “That was stunning.”
“Shanks, I was handling it just fine before you showed up,” you say, passing a glance over his shoulder to offer a smile to Benn Beckman. “But thanks for the assist anyways.”
“I know, but you know how I get seeing someone get so close to you,” Shanks says, looping his arm around your shoulders. “Especially when they threaten what’s mine.”
You grin, pressing your lips against his and nipping at him playfully.
“Why didn’t you deal with them sooner?” He inquires once you break away.
“Maybe I wanted to play the part of the damsel for once,” you tease. “Seeing you all protective and possessive gets me riled up.”
“Vixen,” he laughs, “You knew I was watching.”
“I always know, Shanks,” you wink at him. “Just like I know you’ll buy this for me.”
You show him the jewel that perfectly matches the shade of his hair.
He laughs, handing the money over to the shopkeeper, “I could never deny you, Y/n.”
He embraces you again and you lean into his warmth, inhaling the familiar scent of sake and sea breeze.
“I think I’ll have it made into a ring, that way everyone will know you’re mine.”
The grin that breaks onto your face is enough to brighten his whole lifetime.
He hugs you closer and presses a chaste kiss to your head.
He’d never let anyone else touch his treasure, he’d destroy anyone if they tried.
But he also knows you can fend for yourself, one of the many qualities that he adores about you.
You take his hand, leading him down the market, “Now you’re stuck shopping with me~”
He can’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.
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Imagine Shanks finding out you like head pats
Kind of a part two to this post
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Macro: *lands where the Whitebeard and Red hair pirates have joined together to fight the marines*
You: *trying to hanging on*
Marco: *pretending like nothing happened* whew boy, that was close, those bastards almost got us.
Shanks: *runs over* Oh you're in one piece. What happened, we couldn't find you after the marines left, we thought they had taken you
Marco: (y/n) saved me *strokes you on the head* Tackled me into a tree but still.
You: ( //^ w ^///)
Whitebeard: Thanks kid, for saving my boy *also pats your head*
You: (⁠。--ω--。⁠)
Benn: *notices your enjoyment*
Shanks: Oi, hands off, only I'm allowed to touch them without permission!
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Weeks later
You: I can't believe you, Benn, did you snoop through my stuff!
Benn: Easy there, *gently ruffles your hair* I wasn't snooping, I was looking for my sweater and couldn't find it in your closet where you said it was, so I looked around. I didn't go through anywhere besides your closet, and dresser, minus the socks and underwear drawer.
You: oh, *relaxes when you feel the warmth from his palm seep into you* Okay then.
Shanks: *who thought you would kill him* whoa, whoa, wait, you damn near bit my head off last week for even setting foot in your room. And he gets away with going through your stuff!
You: Benn's different.
Shanks: Excuse me, how's he get that privilege.
Benn: Darlin', could you go get me the compass while I deal with him? *Gestures to you to go*
You: oh, okay
Benn: *the moment you're out of ear shot* I can get away with it for a few reasons. One, you're immature, you'll go through stuff you shouldn't like their dirty hamper or under their bed.
Shanks: wait, what's under their bed.
Benn: dunno, but reason number two, is they can probably smell you after you leave. You wear way too much cologne, and it's the kind that gives them headaches after a while.
Shanks: how come neither of you mentioned that before! I would have changed my cologne and how much I wear if I had known.
Benn: shut up and let me finish, and reason number three, that I got away with it, and you didn't is I know their weakness.
Shanks: What the hell are you on about?
Benn: do you remember during the last battle, when Whitebeard thanked them for saving Marco? And how he patted their head? That's their weakness, it automatically quells them.
Shanks: I don't buy.
Benn:*sees you returning* here watch.
You: Here you go. *hands him the compass*
Benn: Thanks doll *slides his fingers through your hair and gently scratches his blunt nails over your scalp*
You: (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
Shanks: oooh *fully intends to use this knowledge to his advantage* Makes sense, they usually like having their hair pulled.
You: *Gawks at him in horror and confusion*
Benn: *laughs at you*
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enkaiuminos · 4 months
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Red Haired Shanks - When he is in love with you
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When he is in love with you, Shanks would be very devoted and attentive.
He would shower you with compliments, gifts, and be very supportive of your endeavors.
He would make sure to make time for you and would always be there for you when needed.
He would be very understanding and patient and would make sure that you felt loved and appreciated.
You had been living with Curly Dadan and the others for a while now and were content with the life you had created for yourself in the forest. You enjoyed the peace and quiet in the woods and the freedom to do what you wanted.
You were happy to have made friends with the other people living in the forest and were slowly getting to know everyone better.
It was during this time that you first met Red Haired Shanks. He was a mysterious figure who had recently come to the forest and he quickly caught your attention with his friendly and kind demeanor.
Every couple of evenings, Shanks would come into the forest to talk to you and you only. He would bring stories and news from the outside world, as well as gifts for you.
He would often stay until the sun set, and sometimes even longer, but he would always make sure to leave before it got too dark.
You found yourself looking forward to his visits and enjoying the conversations you had with him.
Though these days, Shanks had become more flirty, often teasing you and making suggestive comments.
He would always make sure to keep these comments light and fun, but you couldn't help but blush when he made them.
"What's wrong, love? Don't tell me you can't handle a little bit of teasing from me?" he would say with a smirk.
Just then, the infamous youngsters, Luffy, Ace and Sabo had come to your rescue and started telling Shanks off.
"Hey! Leave my older sister alone, Shanks!" Luffy would yell. "Don't you have any respect for women?" Ace would add. "You should be ashamed of yourself," Sabo would chime in.
Shanks would just smile and laugh, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I was just kidding around," he would say.
Despite the scolding, Shanks would still be happy that the trio was looking out for you.
The trio quickly dragged you away from Shanks with worry in their eyes. "Are you okay, sis? You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to," Luffy said.
"We won't let him bother you again," Ace added.
"Yeah, you don't have to be afraid of him," Sabo reassured.
You tried to reassure the trio that you were okay and that Shanks wasn't bothering you, but they still lead you away from him. You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but also grateful that they were looking out for you.
You looked back to see Shanks having a smirk on his face before bowing slowly and walking away.
He gave you a wink and said, "See you around, love."
You couldn't help but smile and blush a little bit as he left. The trio just watched in disbelief as Shanks walked away. . . .
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thus-spoke-lo · 10 months
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Oh my, can we get a Shanks laughing and giggling while having sex? I feel like he would just wanna make it so fun and enjoyable🥹
Shanks is such a tease and I just know he's got that "here for a good time, not a long time" mentality, so he's gonna make it fun if he has the opportunity.
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CW: NSFW/18+; afab!reader; oral sex (f receiving) WC: 591
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Shanks’ wide tongue drags up your slick-coated pussy lips, pausing at the top to swirl slow circles around your aching clit, before rapidly darting across it over and over, making you pulse and quiver with every flick of the pointed end of his tongue. He stops abruptly, then raises his head to smirk at you, your essence coating his goatee, making it shimmer in the low light of his room. “Okay, whaddya think that one was?”
“Shanks, I—I can’t even concentrate,” you huff while he slides two fingers inside you and lazily pistons them in and out. “How do you expect me to think right now?”
“Oh come on, just guess,” he teases, turning his head to kiss your shaking thigh, leaving a trail of your own slick across your skin. “What do you think I spelled this time?”
“Oh fuck, I dunno,” you stutter through a breathy moan. Your back arches and you grind your hips into his hand, a familiar warmth building in your core with every stroke of his thick fingers. “Was it my name?”
“Close,” he says through a quiet laugh, moving his head back down between your legs. “It was my name. Do you know why?”
A noise somewhere between a gasp and a guffaw leaves your lungs as he leaves long, slow kisses up and down your drenched cunt, feeling his saliva and your juices drip down your thighs, pooling underneath you. “Lemme guess—because this pussy is yours?”
“You’re damn right it is, baby.”
He continues his slow thrusts with his fingers, plunging them even deeper inside you while his tongue makes sweeping motions over your clit. You can’t help but greedily buck your hips into him, grinding against him until he’s buried in your slippery folds, sucking at you and gently grazing you with his teeth. A smoldering heart builds and builds inside you with every lick, every deep plunge of his wide fingers, and you moan his name again and again as the lewd sounds of your dripping pussy being utterly devoured fill the air.
“Now, what’s this one?” he asks, his voice muffled by the mouthful of your cunt.
“Shanks!” you cry out, gripping the sheets as he crooks his fingers up and presses into that sensitive spot inside you, little jolts of electricity running through every nerve.
He raises his head and clucks his tongue at you, and you don’t even have to look down at him to see the self-satisfied grin that must be spreading across his face. “No, honey, I already did that one.”
It’s all so deeply, awfully absurd, and he’s so fucking smug and annoying, and all you want to do is finish on his tongue after he’s been teasing you and torturing you with agonizing pleasure for what feels like hours on end. But all you can do is laugh—a quiet chuckle at first, then hysterical, wheezing laughter that makes you throw your arm over your eyes, tears rolling down your face as your lungs burn and you fight for air.
Shanks can no longer contain his own amusement, and his deep, hearty laugh echoes in the room. “Gosh, what’s so funny, sweetheart?”
“You’re ridiculous,” you say as you finally catch your breath and wipe the tears from your face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” His boisterous laughter finally begins to fade, and he lowers his head again, resting his chin on your soft mound while he smiles at you, unable to hide the glint of mischief in his eyes. “Take this seriously, would ya?”
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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months
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Shanks w male s/o who's love languages are physical affection & words of affirmation, who's a romantic but laid back. Some fluffy and smutty head canons if that's possible, with verse shanks?
(Might be a bit too specific and if so feel free to ignore completely, as with anything ofc: Reader has ADHD and a lot of history hyper fixations and does martial arts rather than swordsmanship)
Shanks x Male Reader
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I love Shanks, I wanna put him in a box and shake it around and hear him rattle around.
You probably joined the crew later on after running into them many times over the years, maybe you and Shanks already had some kind of relationship without it being anything official. Thinks lotsa flirting and nights spent together whenever your paths cross.
Being a martial artist and running in the same circles as Shanks it means you’re most likely a master in your craft.
Sparring is most likely a type of foreplay for you two, even after you join his crew. The rest of the crew knows to keep at a distance when you two start riling the other up for a spar, since they all know where its leading nowadays.
I can see Shanks as someone who’s love language is also physical affection, so you two are always seen all over each other or hanging on the other. After Shanks lost his arm, it probably caused some issues since he had to get used to not being able to hold you at the same time as he did other stuff.
After losing his arm, you make sure to push him to his limits to make up for the struggle of having to be a skillful fighter with a missing limb. You may or may not reward him for his “achievements” whenever he passes a milestone, meaning he works even harder.
I don’t see Shanks as someone who blushes much, but he always finds himself smiling when you show affection through words of affirmation. It makes his insides do swoops and flips even if you guys have been together for years.
Your words of affirmation truly shine through after he loses his arm, since there’s part of him that probably feels like he is less attractive and desirable, especially since he can’t do the same things as before with only one arm.
This just means you have to show him you still love him all the same, much to the annoyance of your crew and especially Benn, since you and Shanks act like a pair of teenagers in your first relationship at times.
The physical affection bleeds through to the bedroom, resulting in stuff like body worship always being present one way or another. If you start praising and complimenting Shanks, I could see him getting red in the face from just how much you can come up with.
Even with one hand he still touches you all over, and he finds interesting ways to use his haki to keep it all interesting and fresh. He always gets a little too cocky in your opinion when he surprises you with whatever new he’s come up with.
I could imagine him loving your body a lot. As a martial artist, you most likely built muscle very quickly, resulting in stretch marks, unless you somehow have a devilfruit that makes it so you don’t get them.
But imagining you do, he always licks and nibbles at them, snickering when you wack him over the head for biting at your hips or licking at the sides of your pecs. Shanks never apologizes for laying all his love on you, he just shrugs and says he can’t contain himself with someone as irresistible as you.
Speaking of the bedroom, he loves when you ride him. Shanks probably also some kind of captain kink. Seeing as you guys are lovers and see each other as mostly equals, you don’t really call him captain outside of battle, so when you finally do use that title, he always snaps to attention.
To add to the point above. Roleplay. He could walk into his quarters and see you splayed out on his bed in a dramatic pose, wearing some clothes you bought just for this, like a different gi or maybe even a marine uniform.
Lay it on thick whining about the big scary Yonko shanks having captured you, how strong he is and how you’ll do anything for him to show you mercy. It always gets his haki boiling around him, a glint appearing in his eyes before he pounces on you.
But I can also imagine him wanting to be the one playing a role. Maybe he plays the role of a poor pirate who’s washed up on your island and you’ve been taking care of him, so he has to return the favor and thank you.
Or maybe when you both feel more electricity and adrenaline in the air, you play out the roles of rivals who spar and give it your all to dominate the other. You guys are pretty evenly matched if he doesn’t pull out his conquerors haki, so its up in the air whos gonna win, not that Shanks minds.
On a more fluffy end, he takes you on dates. Since you always show how much you love him through your words and actions, he wants to find ways to show you just how much he loves you in return.
Expect him to whisk you off on a date on every island your crew stops at, even if you guys are in a hurry. It can be anything from a full week away at a fancy hotel, to a trip to a bar or even just a walk around the area so you two can spend time together.
When Shanks is drunk, he gets even more clammy. He will hang off you and be more perverted. You’ve had to pull him into an alleyway or back to the ship more than once cuz he wants to climb you right then and there in public, and he’s not shy about falling to his knees to undo your pants to get his mouth on you.
After all this time, you don’t really feel any shame or embarrassment, but you respect others you get him somewhere more private before you let Shanks go at it as he pleases.
I can see him struggling with words at times, so its through these acts that he expresses his love, though he probably finds it lacking compared to your more open way of showing it. But again, you’ll just have to reassure him that you know he loves you, and that you enjoy everything he does for you to show it.
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usernameforaboredcat · 6 months
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Black & Red (Shanks X F!Reader X Mihawk) SMUT
Anonymous request (I got chu)
Just a simple day at the beach drinking turns into something way more hot and steamy than expected.
A long fic, have fun babes
Warning ⚠️: age-gap, threesome, groping, double penetration, deep throating, maybe some others that I forgot idk its sex ya know the type of shit youre signing up for.
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“Shaaaanks, come on! It’s too early to drink, we’ll be up all night again”.
“Don’t worry about it so much sweetheart! It’ll be fun!”.
That’s the last coherent conversation I remember before getting shit faced and passing out on a beach with Shanks. No matter how many times I tell myself ‘you gotta stop doing this, I don’t care how hot he is I can’t be drinking this much’ but do I ever listen? No of course not! Have you see him? That man is so hot and fine, all I can do is easily submit to anything he asks. I mean it's not the first time he's easily made me submit to something, which ended in a lot of hookups or alleyway deepthroating. Hehe...
I awaken from my slumber as I feel myself being shaken. “Wakey wakey sweetheart”. I hear an all too familiar and soothing voice. I groan and snuggle more into his chest. “Nooo. You made me drink and gave me a hangover”. I mumble. “Does it make you feel better knowing that I have one too?”. He asks, running his fingers through my hair.
“A little”.
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I yawn as I walk back to the cove the crew was camping at, coming back from some private business time…I had to pee. I see the crew already partying and drinking again. Seriously? “Hey! (Y/n)!”. I look towards Shanks, seeing him drinking with an unfamiliar man with a large sword sitting next to him, a long coat and a large hat. “Have you ever heard of the 7 warlords?”. Shanks asks me, the man turning to look at me. “Uh yeah…I’ve heard of them…”. I answer nervously, I think I already know where this is going before he can even finish. “This is Mihawk! An old buddy of mine! He’s one of the warlords”. He explains, using his free hand to usher me over.
I walk over to the two men, Shanks pulling me over to sit on his lap. "Come on (Y/n), don't be shy now and say hi!". He tells me, as if I'm a child. Sir, I'm 20. I turn to look at the warlord, man is he an attractive man. "Hello". I greet him. "Hello, young lady". He greets back. I turn to look up at Shanks, tugging on his shirt to draw his attention to me. "So what's this about? Why are we partying again?". I ask him, tilting my head slightly. He smile and laughs. "Ya know that Luffy kid I told you about? He finally got his first wanted poster!". He answers happily.
I remember him talking about that Luffy kid. Shanks told me how he met him years ago, the dumb little kid who cut his cheek and ate the gum gum fruit. He isn't any younger than me, the more I think about that the more it kinda makes me feel weird. Still, I'd like to meet him one day.
"Huh, look at him". I mutter under my breath, but I know Shanks heard me. As if the conversation is forgotten about, Shanks now holding out a filled cup of booz to me. "Enough yappin! Take a sip, dear". He orders me. 'Uh, I really don't wanna drink'. I take the cup from him, taking a sip from it. "Atta girl". He coos, his hand now sitting on my hip, rubbing up and down with his thumb. I feel a shiver runs down my spine, the feeling of his hand running straight to my core. He knows exactly what he's doing, he knows how to get my body going.
'God, I hate him'.
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My breath quickens as I feel a jolt run through my body, whimpers slipping through my lips no matter how hard I try to hide them. "Ssshhh, not so loud baby". Shanks whispers into my ear, his finger not stopping it's abuse on my clit. I throw my head back into his board shoulder. "Sh-Shanks, pleeeease~". I whimper out. "Hm? Please what? Need me to fuck you already?". He asks in a deep tone, his hot breath down my neck. "I-hhh I!". I stumble on my words, needing him to give me just a second to cum. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Shanks". I feel my body freeze, but Shanks doesn't stop. "Oh, hey Mihawk". He pulls his hand away, my legs giving out and I collapse to the forest floor.
"What's up? You leaving already?". Shanks asks the other man. "I was thinking that, yes". Mihawk confirms. "Oh come on, you just got here. Why not have a little fun with (Y/n) and I? I don't mind sharing that pretty face". He offers the man. 'HUH!?'. I turn my head behind me, looking over to the men. I look over to Mihawk, seeing that he's already looking at me dead in the eyes with a hungry look. "You're too open with sharing your toys, Shanks". He comments, taking his sword off his back and setting it against a nearby tree. The two men walk over to me, Mihawk standing in front of me as I feel Shanks crouch behind me. "You don't mind, do you sweetheart?". Shanks asks me, pulling me back so my back is against his hard chest, using his hand to rub my chin. "N-No". I stutter out nervously, looking up into Mihawks almost glowing eyes.
Shanks chuckles as his hand goes down to my shirt, pulling it up to expose my bare chest. "Good girl~". He hums into my ear, nuzzling into my neck. I shiver and shut my eyes as Shanks's cold hand goes down to my chest, groping and grabbing at my tit. I let out a soft moan, feeling him twist and play with my nipple. Shanks's head rises once again, nibbling on my ear lobe. "Come on baby, show the war lord what that mouth of yours can do". He orders. I hum with a nod, finally opening my eyes to look up at the warlord.
I break eye contact to see a growing bulge in his pants, only half hard. I grab the hem of his pants, slowly pulling them down. His half hard shaft rises up slightly, hanging straight out from his body. I reach up and grab him by the base, Mihawk letting out a very quiet groan. I lean forward and close my lips over his tip, licking his tip. I look back up to look into Mihawks eyes, slowly moving my head back and forth as she stares down at me. "Oh don't try and ease me into, unless Shanks hasn’t taught you properly”. He comments in an unimpressive tone.
Shanks chuckles from behind me, his hand sneaking up to the back of my head. “She can take it, I have her working that throat of hers every night like the slut she is”. He responds, gripping my head and moving my head for me. I moan into Mohawks cock as Shanks moves my head for me, shoving me down on his cock more. I cough as I feel myself getting shoved deep down, feeling him deep down my throat. Shanks moves his hand away, but I keep the pace he set and continue to deep throat his cock. “That’s better”. Mihawk compliments. “Yeah, she’s a good girl, aren’t ya sweetheart”. Shanks chuckles, sliding his hand down my back. My body jolts when I feel Shanks’s hand back in my panties, running his finger through my wet folds.
My body shivers as I feel Shanks use a free finger to poke it in and out of my aching pussy, causing me to just need more friction. My body was already so close to being filled, but now we're back to square one. My body is tingling painfully, needing release finally. I start to moan painfully onto Mihawks cock, breathing through my nose quickens as tears build up in my eyes. I try to move my body, needing more than just the tip of Shanks's fingers inside me. "Shanks, your pet is getting restless". Mihawk tells the red head. Shanks chuckles. "I can tell, she's trying to suck my fingers in". He confirms. Mihawk then grips the back of my head aggressively, speeding up his pace and slamming down into my throat. "Don't worry dear, you can get fucked as much as you want once I'm finished". He tells me, his penis tip punching the back of my throat.
Shanks chuckles again. "Look at you, you'll get all the cock you want. I bet a whore like you is loving this". He whispers into my ear. "I can't wait to see you drenched with cum". He adds in a deeper tone, licking up my neck. "Take it, take Mihawks cum, take all the cum like I trained you to". I shut my eyes as tears spill from my eyes, struggling terribly to breath. My body feels like it's going to explode, ready to gush all over Shanks's hand. With a few twitches of his cock, Mihawk slams all the way down my throat his warm cum fills up my throat. I cough on the cum, gulping it down. Mihawk slowly pulls out his dick, sucking on the left to leave not a single drop. "Good slut". Shanks compliments. "You did train her good, I commend you that Shanks". Mihawk tells him. "Wait till you feel her pussy, perfection". Shanks respond.
Shanks pulls his hand away from me as I let out an annoyed whimper, pushing my body slightly to let my body fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I breath heavily as I try to catch my breath, my body shaking and loosing its mind from not be able to cum again. A cold hand on my ass makes me jump, I look lazily over my shoulder to see Mihawk kneeling behind me. I turn to look in front of me, looking up to see Shanks looking down at me with a smirk. He gently grabs my chin, rubbing it with his thumb as his smirk turns into a loving smile. "You're such a good girl, if I wasn't clingy I'd let people pay for them to fuck you. You're perfect mouth, pussy, ass, everything. Other men wish they could get one night with a goddess like you". He praises, his words going straight to my core. The mental image of getting fucked and covered in cum while Shanks watches, full bukaki as he just sits happily.
"Would you like that? Or would you rather some weak desperate men pay to watch me fuck you, show them how to really please a woman". He adds. That hit my core harder, Shanks cucking a guy. Some poor bastard watching Shanks fill and fuck my pussy full of cock and cum. I feel a warm tip rub against my folds, rubbing at my tip and poking at my hole. "Go ahead Mihawk, I wanna see the faces she makes when being filled by another man". He tells the other man. Then without warning, Mihawk easily slides his cock fully inside me. A whimpered moan escapes my lips, my legs shaking at the feeling of being filled finally. "Now isn't that a pretty face". Shanks points out, palming himself through his pants. "Sh-Shanks~". I whimper out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need...yoooooou". I moan out, craving more. I struggle to keep my body steady as Mihawk ruthlessly pounds into my body, slamming deep inside me. It feels weird to have another cock inside me, being so used to Shanks monster in his pants. Mihawks length is kind of refreshing, feeling his tip slamming into my curvix.
Shanks chuckles as he looks down at my wanting face, eyes begging for something from him. "You really have been a whore all along, being stuffed with cock and still needing more". He hums. He sits up more, pulling his pants down and his cock smashing me in the face. "Go on then, take the cock you so desperately need". He tells me. He slides his cock into my mouth, my body quickly jolting back and forth. I moan onto Shanks's cock, breathing rapidly through my nose. I can't breath, my body is shaking so much. 'FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM AND WE'VE JUST STARTED! FUCK BUT I NEED TO CUM!'. I give in, moaning loudly as my body finally releases as my body shakes violently. Mihawk hisses, pounding faster. "What's wrong buddy? She cum and squeeze ya?". Shanks asks him. "Indeed, she's trying to strangle me". He responds, causing Shanks to laugh.
"Props to you, I would have cum at her clenching like that". He chuckles. "You're just weak". Mihawk comments. I'm surprised I can still comprehend what they're saying, my whole body is weak and my head is fuzzy. I can't go on, cumming and still being fucked is driving my body crazy. I can tell that I'm finally giving out, because now I can't hear properly what the two are saying. Everything stops, feeling arms wrap under my legs and I get hoisted up with Shanks's cock popping out my mouth. I feel my back press against Mihawks chest, him holding me out spread legged. I see Shanks standing in front of me, he strokes my cheek loving me. "Sh-Shanks...". I pant out. He pulls his hand away, letting me lean my head against Mihawks shoulder.
My body jolts, fulling waking up at the feeling of Shanks sliding into my insides. I pant at the pain, reaching to grip hard onto Shanks shoulder. "That's it, you can take it". Shanks reassures me in a soft tone. My body relaxes, feeling the two men filling and stretching me out. My body felt so stuffed, I thought I was going to rip in half. The feeling didn't get any better when the two started to thrust in sync, thankfully going slow on me. Every breath was a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Their pace speeds up, my mouth drooling from them massing up my insides. The feeling is indescribable, being fucked hard and stuffed to the brink of ripping. I felt like I was gonna pass out, I don't even know if I could cum again.
Their paces speed up, going full speed in and out my pussy. I cry and scream out my moans, digging my nails so hard against Shanks's shoulders that I wouldn't be surprised if there was blood. I could feel my freedom apporting, feeling the two older men twitching and their thrusts growing sloppy to out of sync. Next minute, Shanks lets out a groan as he finally cums. He sits and stays there panting, staying inside me. Soon enough, Mihawk cums again for a second time. The two pull out of me, Mihawk moving me to be laying in his arms. I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out, my brain fuzzy and hazy. A warm hand strokes my face softly, a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good job baby, you can rest". Shanks soft voice luls me to sleep, I finally pass out in Mihawks arms.
[bonus]
The two older men walk out the forest and back onto the beach, the other pirates noticing the passed out younger girl in Mihawks arms. "Is she okay?". Benn asks. "Did something happen?". Yasopp asks. Shanks waves them off. "Don't worry she's all fine, just a little shaken up". He reassures. "Why? Did something happen?". Benn asks. Mihawk chimes in. "Just some scary monster".
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redpool · 5 months
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Can someone help me find some One Piece fan fiction that has a lot of chapters or is complete and isn't just straight up smut/porn. I am not interested in being with any of them sexually. I just want to read a normal oc/ reader insert fic. At this point I don't even care who it's for.
Let me clarify, I am ok with some smut. If it's like leading up to it in a slow burn it's fine, but if it's smut in every chapter or just a smut fic them I'm not.
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sanjisprincesswifey · 11 days
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Congratulations on 3000 followers 😃 You deserve them all!
May I please request Song 1 with Shanks and AFAB Reader? SFW or NSFW is fine 😊
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lucky girl (or realizing you’re falling in love ft. shanks)
notes: shanks is kinda dopey, gender-neutral reader implied, sfw content, 600+ words, thank u for participating!!!
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you had heard that shanks often dismissed potential lovers.
with the excuse of his love for the sea, he left a string of broken hearts in his wake. he had a reputation, anyone who knew of red-haired shanks knew of his vile personality towards women.
his narcissistic behavior often loved the longing and desperation that his romantic partners exemplified when he left them the next morning, it fueled his idiotic ego, so when he showed up on your island, you knew you were not going to fall victim to him.
despite your knowledge, you couldn't find proper reasoning behind his settlement on your home island. this was longer than he'd typically stay anywhere, a couple onlookers chose to believe you were the reason behind his decision.
you were indifferent about it.
“aw come on y/n, just one drink,” shanks whines, his cheeks flushed with a warm red hue.
you only chuckle, snatching the glass from his hand before filling it with water.
“my answer is the same as it was yesterday—”
“—and the day before that. but come on, i’ll treat you real nice,” he pleas, surely attempting to pull you into his irresistible trap.
today, he’d sat on the same barstool for hours for almost the entirety of your shift desiring to coax you into his arms. now that you are no longer protected by the safety of your work schedule, you heavily sigh as shanks walks over to you just as you’re about to leave.
“not interested,” you dismiss with a polite smile as if he were a random stranger.
he feigns hurt but holds the door open for you as you exit the building, not bothering to accept your rejection. now that he had been incessantly bothering you for weeks on end, you had come to understand why all the other women fell for his charming façade.
“you can’t take a hint, can you?” you joke, wrapping your hand around his right arm.
he grazes you with a cheeky smile, shaking his head. “nope!”
the air that settled was familiar, too familiar for your liking, but you decide to succumb to him anyway, resting your head on his shoulder.  each day that he walked you home you had found him more irresistible as time passed; slick, sugar-coated words began to woo you more than you’d like to admit until you finally realized this was what all the women before you had warned about.
“if you’re going to stay the night, you gotta stay on the couch,” you warn, unlocking your front door and inviting him inside.  
but before you receive a response, he had you pinned against your own door, head tilted as he leans his face in closer to yours.
“i had a feeling you were going to do that,” you whisper, staring directly at his lips. you watch them contort into a smile, a soft laugh escaping him.
“oh yeah? was i that obvious?” he teases, cupping your face.
as you find the tension impossible to break, lips inching closer to his with no desire to retract, you wonder if all the other women had felt the way that you do right now.
was he soft with his touch, fingers holding your face with a delicacy that could have only been described as passion. were his eyes soft, glazed over with a look of adoration as he stared back at them? none of these actions had ever appeared malicious, no ulterior motives had ever presented themselves no matter how high you had kept your walls up.
you didn’t know if this time was any different for him as any of the others had been, if he had pulled the same moves, used the same lines just as he did all the time before. but you didn’t care.
as his warm lips latch onto yours, moving in a confident, yet needy motion. you can feel shanks sink into your touch as you pull him closer by his collar, submitting to your touch as you begin to guide the kiss.
it was your way of taking control, alerting him that this time would be different than all the others, but maybe that was his plan all along.
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lawsvalentine · 6 months
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CEEE! Congrats on the big 1k sweetness i love you and everything you do! 🤭🤍 Was wondering if we can get the nsfw alphabet for the most nsfw man out there, Shanks with the letters D, G, I. Really wanna see what you make of them. 🤭😩❤️
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Red-Haired Shanks NSFW Alphabet
• D, G, I •
Cee’s Note: AHHH ty star ☺️ you’re so sweet 🤍 I’m excited to write for shanks I don’t do it often so this should be fun 🤭
[minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead]
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D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty
secret of theirs)
A dirty secret of Shanks is that he has a thing for shy and inexperienced women.
Maybe he has a bit of a corruption kink, but it turns him on so much when his lover is innocent and he has to guide them on what to do
Shanks has been around and he is VERY experienced when it comes to sex and he will be more than delighted to show you a few of his tricks in the bedroom 😉
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or
are they humorous, etc)
I think the first couple times, shanks is more serious. More focused on pleasuring you the best he can
But the longer your relationship goes, the more you will see shank’s more goofy side and it will start to show in bed
He will crack sly jokes here and there and before you could scold him, he has you moaning again before you know it
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment,
romantic aspect...)
It really depends with Shanks tbh the man is a bit unpredictable
He can be very charming and romantic and make love to you in the most sensual way
Or he will absolutely pound you like a whore
There is no in-between i fear shdjdjd
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thewillofdeez · 19 days
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Benn Beckman's love for you is like the tide. It's powerful, but gentle. It's a constant ebb and flow. When it's time to focus on other things, it's difficult to pull his attention. He's a calculated, rationally-minded man, and when it's time to buckle down and work, he gives hardly a thought to anything else. You leave him a kiss on the cheek as he focuses on balancing the ship's books, and he only grunts in return, leaving you feeling like an afterthought. But there are times his passion rolls in strong - like when you're in bed, and with every powerful thrust into you he whispers in your ear "I love you, I love you," over and over and over again, promising you his life, his future, his very being, swearing himself to you for life as he brings you over the edge, and any inkling of doubt you ever had about his love for you dissolves like sea foam on the shore.
Shanks's love for you is like a wildfire. It burns hot and constant and would take an army to put out. It can be destructive - if any other man lays a hand on you without your or his explicit permission, they're sure to get burned. But there is never a moment in the day where he doesn't let you know that you're on his mind, to the point that it can sometimes be a little too much. His hands always on you, both inside and outside of the bedroom, his voice in your ear telling you you're the most perfect thing he's ever seen, even when you don't feel like it. Shanks loves, and loves hard, and needs you like plants need the sun. And when he's filling you completely, and you're screaming each other's name, you reach a perfect equilibrium, a balance of the heavily passionate and the intimately soft, as you come down together.
With just one of these men, it would always be too much, or always not enough. Guess it's a good thing you managed to bag both.
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elasticbeach · 8 months
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Please may we have a part 2 for breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him?
Part 2/ Breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him
Okay I’m really sorry this took so long. But I hope you guys like it!
Warnings: Sad emotions I guess(?), childbirth
Part 1 / Part 2
Your leg kept bouncing up and down in a nervous manner, you were sat in the doctors office. `Soo…you`re now in your third semester. To me everything looks just fine, have something been bothering you?`. You looked at the woman, then shook your head. She smiled at you apologetically, because she knew, everyone knew. You were alone, no man at your side. Everyone kept giving you these looks, these pity full looks, there was this rumor that your man left to sea anf left you alone. The worst part of it all was that he didn’t leave you. You left him. “Thanks doctor.” You smile at the middle aged woman and stand up. “Take care” she smiles and you walk out of the hospital, you’re not headed home yet. It doesn’t even feel like home, so you take a seat on the beach. Your back hurting from the baby growing inside you. The baby is strong and healthy just like their father. You sigh and close your eyes. You miss him so much.
“Y/n!” You turn your head an annoyed sigh escaping you. “What?!” You shout from your lounger, you just layed down to tan a bit but your big baby of a boyfriend didn’t seem to be able to survive a second without you. “Where are my favourite pants?!” His scream seems panicked. You sigh again and stand up, with an annoyed expression you walk towards your shared cabin. “Can’t imagine how he would survive without you” jokes Yasopp and you smile a bit. You arrive at your shared cabin. Shanks is rampaging trough his closet in the search of his favourite pants you know he is about to visit whitebeard, you never stood on deck of the moby dick but the giant of a man still scared you. “They are hanging on deck! I washed them yesterday for you!” You cross your arms looking at your boyfriend. “Ooooh!” He gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry love! Can’t imagine what I would do without you!” He presses a kiss to your temple and rushes to deck. You sigh and start organising his clothes again.
You open your eyes again when you feel the baby kick, you loved coming to the beach to think about your good times with Shanks. You still don’t understand yourself, what has gotten into you. How could you break his heart and your own so easily. Of course Shanks was a lot of trouble and of course dating him was tiring, but if you couldn’t handle such things, were you really to love such a free soul? You sigh again and stand up. Your swollen feet carry you to your ‘home’. Arriving home you take a seat on the sofa, you body hurts, being pregnant really is exhausting you. Another sigh escaped you, a habit you developed over the months of pregnancy.
You’re exhausted.
“Push! Push!” Screams your midwife. “AUGH!!” You scream and push. Another scream escapes you and another. You cannot think of anything but your desire for Shanks. For him to hold your hand and be here for the birth of his child. Another scream. Minutes feel like hours your body aches from pain, it hurts. Feels like every bone in your body is breaking over and over again. “AHH!” You scream again. The minutes pass and the pain finally stills, you hear your baby scream. “Congratulations! It’s a girl!” Says your midwife and puts your red baby on your chest. She’s still all dirty and covered in something and she screams with her eyes closed, but you can’t help but smile as you hold her. Your little bundle of joy, your little daughter. She has this bright red hair, just like her father. You smile and sob.
You’re happy.
“Come on say it! Say ‘ma-ma’ “ you look down at your little daughter. She’s laying on your lap while you play with her and want her to say mama. She’s four months old and just can’t stop blabbering, she truly is like her father. So active and eager to explore. You smile at her again. Her red hair is down in two cute piggy tails while she wears a pink onesie. She truly is the spitting image of her father only her eyes are yours. You pick her up. “Time to sleep don’t ya think?” You smile at your daughter again and carry her to her little bed. You woo her into slumber and walk away from her room, shutting the door silently. You sit in the kitchen, rethinking your life choices as per usual. You cannot stop thinking about Shanks and how he missed so much of his daughters life already and you know if you call him he won’t forgive you but you should let him know of his child. The debate inside of you going back and forth. You just can’t call him. You stand up and walk into your daughters room, you lay down in her bed and press her small body against yours as you silently cry.
You’re conflicted.
“Mama!” Your little girl finally says it aside from her blubber. You smile everytime she says it. “What is it my sunshine?” You ask as you dry your hands from doing the dishes. You come to sit on the sofa she’s laying on. She laughs and reaches for you with her little hands, desiring to be picked up and you oblige. You hold her in your arms. “You missed your mommy?” You ask in a teasing voice. “Mama!” She says again and you can’t help but smile. You put your babygirl back down and walk back into the kitchen. You do the dishes and glance at the transporter snail seated on the windowsill, you can call him. “Just promise me. You will call me if anything that brings you in danger happens. Please promise me.” You promised him, but the promise didn’t include telling him about a pregnancy right? You sigh, guilt plaguing your sould. You hate yourself for what you are doing for not giving your baby a father and complete family and for not telling him. He deserves to know, you repeat that to yourself day to day and still you cannot gather the courage to call him. To tell him.
You’re afraid.
It’s night. You cannot sleep, your now 5 month old daughter is deep asleep in her bed. You sit in the kitchen and stare at the letter you received. You cannot believe the sender. You’re scared to open. It’s from Benn. You cannot gather the courage to open the letter. Does he know of the baby? Did something happen? Are they coming for you? Is he just checking up on you? After one final sigh you take a deep breath and open the letter. It’s short. Relief washes over you as you recognise Benns handwriting, so it’s not from Shanks.
Dear Y/n,
I’m not good with formalities so I won’t ask how you’re doing. Not after what you did. I write this letter to let you know that Shanks is devastated. He drinks like never before, he’s truly a mess without you. We don’t know what to do to bring back our captain. The one who enjoyed life at sea. The one who wanted to explore the world and the one that loved you. He loved and still loves you, so I write this letter with one request. Call him. Bring us back the captain that we miss.
A shakky breath escapes you. He doesn’t hate you? You read over the letter a few more times. You start crying. You’re a mess, guilt eats you from the inside and so you collect yourself and go over to the kitchen. You take the transporter snail with you to the sofa. After a few minutes of hesitation you call. You don’t know what you will say. If you will tell him everything or not. You just want to give Benn what he asked. The seconds pass and you’re scared of him picking up. You wanna stop and just break off the call when suddenly you hear him picking up. Silence. Neither of you speaks, but you gather the courage. “Shanks?” You say in a shakky voice. “Yes? Y/n? Are you in danger?” Your heart fills with so much emotion when you hear his voice, tears escape your eyes. “No no, I’m fine.” You say in your shakky voice. “Are you crying?” He asks, he sounds tired. You can’t forgive yourself, you have to be honest with him. “Yes” “Why? What’s the matter?” You take a few deep breaths. “Uhm..how have you been doing?” You decide to ask him that, you truly want to know. “Well..I could lie and say I’m fine but I’m not. I miss you” silence again. You hear him shuffle and then you hear him purring liquid. “Please don’t drink” you say “Why not?” He asks as a dry chuckle escapes him. “Not like you really care..” he mutters and more tears escape you. “That’s not true” you say and hear him chuckle again. “Why did you leave me then ?” You knew you hurt him. Badly. You should have never left. “Shanks. I’m not calling to ask for forgiveness and for you to take me back. I think we both suffered from my dumb decision. I-“ he cuts you off. “Both? How did you suffer? Did you have fun alone? Met someone cute? Be honest are you calling out of pity?” You sigh. “Shanks, stop drinking please.” “Why? Not like you care.” You cry more at his words. You hurt him, so he tries to hurt you. “Shanks this is serious” you say still in a shakky voice. “Tell me then” he says and you take a few deep breaths. You stabilise your breathing. “Please don’t hate me.” You plead and he only hums. “You’re a father” Complete silence until his glass breaks you flinch from the sound. “Are you alright?” You ask Shanks. He doesn’t answer, you only hear him calling for Benn, then he hangs up. You’re in shock. Is he headed here? What is going on? Is he gonna take your daughter away? What is he planning. You walk to your daughters room. You lay in her baby bed once again. You hug her tight.
You’re scared.
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