(Not My Gif!)

via stovenrogers on twitter

How do fanfic writers feel knowing that people might have been masturbating to their work?

Idk just those heated, passionate kisses right after sex that get calmer and softer the longer time passes as you two come down from your shared high together???

"I promise to keep it on if I can kiss you,"

Summary: Din really wants to kiss you, but that means taking off his helmet…

Pairing: Din Djarin (Mando) x Reader 

Word Count: 972

Rating: SFW Tags: First kiss, Kissing, Blindfolds, Friends to lovers, Gentle kissing, Flirting, Cockblocking

Notes: Yah!!! I always thought Din was cool but when he took off his mask I was like *o* So yeah we gotta do some fics about him. Heres my first!

“Do you trust me?” you ask him. Din doesn’t pause his answer. “Yes,” he says quickly. “Do you trust me enough not to peek?” “I do.” This time he does pause. “But I don’t want to take any chances. I can’t let any living thing see me without my helmet, you understand this.” And that was true, you did understand. You knew how much being a Mandalorian meant to him, and how he’d honor the code until he died. It was a shame, you badly wanted to know who lay under the mask, who had won your heart over, who you were thinking of day and night.   Din clearly felt the same. At first, he was blunt and quiet around you, just like everyone else, but it didn’t take long until you heard him laughing and smiling from under his helmet on the regular. You had won him over and he damn well knew it.

“What if I blindfold you? Would you be alright with that?” Din asks you, clearly eager. “You can, but don’t blame me if it slips off and I take a peak,” you flirt. “Very funny,” Din says. “But I promise to keep it on if I can kiss you,” you flirt. Din smirks from under his mask as he wanders off down the corridor of his ship.

You sat there in silence for a moment, overhearing Din rummage with something down below. Your cross your legs on the passenger seat, looking over at the Childs closed cot, resting. Din re-appears with a black cloth in both hands. He kneels down in front of you so he’s level with your face, and ties the blindfold behind your head. You adjust it slightly, making it more comfortable over your nose. “Can you see?” he asks. “Of course not!” Your sight was black. Din waves his hand in front of your face, seeing if you’d flinch. You didn’t as you obviously couldn’t see him. “Happy?” You ask him. “Mhmm,” Din replies. You hear a shuffle, the sound of metal clanking, and a light thud next to you. Din had removed his helmet and placed it on the dashboard.

Still kneeling in front of you, he takes your hand and places it softly on his cheek. Skin contact. You rub your thumb lightly over his cheek, the strands of his stubble prickling your fingertip. “I guess there’s no need to shave if no one ever see’s you,” you joke. Din laughs. “I like it,” he shrugs as your other hand comes up to cup his other cheek. You spend some time brushing your hands over his skin; feeling the curve of his chin, the softness of his cheekbones, the thickness of his brows. “Well, you’re human,” you state. “Mhmm,” he replies, closing his eyes, warming up to your touch. You run your hands up through his mop of hair, medium length and thick. “I’ve always liked long hair,” you joke. He grins again and shuffles closer to you, pulling off his gloves and placing his hands on your lap.

You can feel his face close to yours, his warm breath against your flustered cheeks. Din reaches one of his hands up to hold the crook of your neck, his fingertips brushing into your hair. You can feel his nerves radiating off him, his hand ever so slightly shaking. “For a bounty hunter, you’re pretty nervous,” you joke, trying to calm him. “Never kissed someone so breathtaking before,” Din softly replies. “You haven’t even kissed me yet!” You laugh. “Oh yeah..” And with that, Din pulls you forwards slightly and finally bridges the gap. The first thing you feel is his mustache ticking against your upper lip, making you smile against him. His nose bumps lightly against yours as you kiss; you found this cute, but Din seemed tense. You loosen him up by cupping your hands on his jawline, rubbing your thumb over his cheeks. Din tightens his grip of your hair to pull you against him even more, not knowing you could get closer to this man. His other hand snakes its way off your knee to around your waist, pulling you forward. You uncross your legs, letting his body slide in between them. You felt Din let out a soft sigh against your lips; you knew this man was weak for you. “You mesmerize me,” he says softly. You smile as you continue to kiss him. “The feelings mutual,” you purr.

Din’s knees are hurting, but he doesn’t want to move. He’s far too occupied in the hands of a pretty woman who has him wrapped around her pinky. The two of you spend what felt like hours exploring each other; a mixture of soft and hard kisses, open mouth, closed mouth, a bit of tongue. Din lets out the softest signs and moans every now and again, making your heart flutter. The two of you abruptly stop as you hear a small squeak. Din doesn’t hesitate in standing up, keeping his head down, and putting his helmet back on. “He’s awake,” Din says through the slight drone of his helmet. You reach behind your head to un-blindfold yourself, opening your eyes to see the Child looking at the two of you, his mouth happily open. Din pats his head before sitting down in the pilot seat, swiveling it around to focus on driving. You stand up and pick the Child up, nestling back down in your seat with it bundled in your arms. “Little cock-block, aren’t you?” you ask it. You head Din laugh upfront. The Child looks at you with confused eyes but smiles anyway. “At least we know the blindfold works,” you say to Din, watching him drive. “I’ll keep it handy for next time then,” Din says looking of his shoulder. You smirk.

Next time.

嘘 — ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌. ❞

ZORO, LUFFY, SANJI, ROBIN, MARCO W F!READER

GENRE // WC: smut, 3.8K word count (MDNI)

CONTENT: heavy overstimulation & dumbification, cunninglingus, exhibitionism, teasing, mating press, squirting, creampie, fingering, individual tags as well!

A/N: reblogs appreciated & would also love to know your favorite so i can include them in future works (:

FILLED REQUESTS: one // two // three

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 — mating press, creampie, fingering

zoro’s thighs push down against yours, forcing you into a mating press as he watches his cock move in and out of your hole— dragging against your walls with each movement of his hips.

he’s always liked pushing you to your limit, watching your faces and taking you like this, fucking you until you’ve lost your coherency and let him have his way with you.

but today, he’s mad. you can tell. each thrust is harder than usual, your body rocking back and forth from the intensity of each thrust, balls slapping against you when he bottoms out.

he’s grunting loudly above you, jaw clenching every time your walls spasm against him. he’s close to cumming, thrusts becoming messy as he tries his best to resist it— but it’s too much. he wants to make you cum, to see you gush all around his cock again, and he definitely doesn’t want to cum first.

your eyes are fixated on the sight of his fat cock pummeling your spot with pure strength, walls stretching to accommodate his size. he feels so good today, the roughness only pushing you closer to the edge as desperate moans slip from your mouth.

you squeal at a particularly rough thrust, arms wrapping around him to tug him closer to you, legs wrapping around his to keep him close to you. your eyes are slammed shut, completely oblivious to the way you’ve pushed him even deeper inside of you.

zoro’s eyes suddenly widen at the tightness, hands slamming down beside you to catch himself from falling on your chest. “w-wait, stop— don’t do that!”

but it’s too much for him. he was trying his best to hold back earlier— but he can’t with you clinging onto him for dear life, your tight hole greedily keeping his cock buried inside of you.

“shit, shit, stop— you,” he growls, hips stuttering into yours as he gasps loudly— trying to pull back, but you won’t let him, clinging onto him tightly as you moan his name over and over. his cock is desperate to cum inside of you despite his best attempts at resisting it, and he gives you one last thrust before his throbbing cock stills inside you, spitting ropes of cum against your cervix as you tighten your embrace around him.

he lets out a shaky breath— one he didn’t even know he was holding— and digs his fingers deeper into your thighs, watching the way your juices and his cum seep out of your cunt and down his cock. his head dips down, panting beside you as he comes down from his high, cock still throbbing against your walls from the intensity.

“you little fucking minx,” he growls between breaths, hand coming to squeeze your cheeks together and tilt your head up. you look so irresistible to him, innocent eyes staring up into his as you tilt your head in confusion, watching the way he glares down at you with clenched teeth, sharply inhaling through his nose.

“first,” he starts slowly, “you fake it. and then now…. you pull another stunt.” his scowl deepens when he sees your lips turn down into a cute pout, prompting him to grab your ankle and pull you closer. “you know what— c’mere.”

his arm easily holds both of your thighs up against your chest, leaving you wide open for him to stuff three thick fingers into your cunt, fucking his cum deeper into you. “gonna ruin this cunt,” he grunts, loving the way your body is so reactive for him no matter what he gives you.

“z-zoro!” you cry out, reaching down to grasp at his forearms, but he doesn’t stop his movements, roughly fucking you with his fingers as he narrows his eyes. “move your fucking hand.”

his voice is low and stern, arms not budging an inch even when you have two hands wrapped around his wrist. part of you wants to see more of this zoro— the one fully in control of your body and your reactions, so you listen, shyly gripping onto your own thighs to hold yourself open for him.

his fingers are thick, curling against the spot that has you gasping, mouth parting open from the heavy stimulation. he perks up at your reaction, lips tugging into a grin.

“yeah? you like that?”

you nod quickly, eyes slamming shut when he uses his other hand to rub at your clit, drawing rough circles into it as you clench harder around his fingers. “‘m gonna cum, z-zoro!”

his grin widens, eyes fixated on the way your hole greedily eats up whatever he gives it, squeezing around his fingers to keep them inside of you. “then cum,” he grunts, rubbing harder at your poor nub. his cum is seeping out of your hole, mixed with your own slick and squelching loudly around his fingers with each movement.

his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, and you choke out a sob. “w-wait, that’s—“ you blurt out, eyes widening at the foreign feeling building up. “finally,” he grins.

“that your spot?”

you nod again, jaw dropping from the stimulation, and you dig your fingers into your thighs, trying your best to keep them open despite their best efforts to slam shut around his arms.

he hums in response. “i’ll fuck you till you can’t walk if you’re lying.”

the threat does nothing but fluster you further, thighs shaking from the stimulation. you’re so close, so close to cumming—

“you tightened when i said that. that what you want anyways?”

you whisper out a please for him, a cute plea to let you cum before he rubs your clit just right, grin widening into a toothy smile when you gush all over his fingers, body trembling in his hold as your head falls back.

“so that one was real,” he admits to himself. he slides his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to your mouth to show you the way his cum drips from his fingertips. “open,” he commands, delighting in the way you loll your tongue out for him so obediently. his fingers move around in your mouth, letting you suck every bit of his cum.

zoro takes his fingers out, pulling you up into his lap. “there’s more things i wanna try,” he rasps, voice deep and low. “you can handle it, can’t you?”

“i think— i can try,” you mumble, crawling off his lap. you’re not even off his thigh before he’s roughly yanking you back into him, hardened cock already prodding at your hole. “hey, where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“think i’ll let you off easy after the shit you pulled? sit still, i’m taking you like this next.”

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 — overstimulation, dumbification, creampie

luffy’s hands slam down beside your shoulders, hissing at how good your cunt feels around his cock, so tight and wet, walls wrapping perfectly around his length as he snaps his hips against you.

“more,” he growls, words coming out unsteady from the way he’s slamming his cock into you. “more, more.”

he hits a sensitive spot in your cunt, groaning loudly when your walls clench around him in response, dropping down to hold himself up with his elbows. he moans your name into your neck, messily kissing and nipping at the skin. “i knew it,” he pants, “this isn’t good.”

“h-huh?“ you choke out, too dumb to even comprehend what he’s saying, half lidded eyes still focused on the strong arms beside your head and the way his muscles are gently flexing and tensing.

“not good,” he starts, voice heavy and slurred. “i- i can’t stop myself—feels so good. i can’t….need more.” he exhales shakily before sucking at your neck again, inhaling sharply through his nose as he slams his cock into you. “that okay? it’s okay right?”

his voice is urgent, almost begging you to let him frantically bury his cock into you. he’s so desperate to hold you down, stuff his dick into you until he’s satisfied, but he wants to make sure you’re okay with it, distracting his desire by planting sloppy kisses down your neck.

he’s so rough that you can occasionally feel his teeth nudge against the skin, only to be replaced by his tongue sliding across your neck moments later. he’s so hungry for you, so desperate to be closer and deeper inside of you.

as soon as you nod, murmuring a “please,” his pace quickens to one more frenzied, using his strength to fuck you even harder, make you feel good too. he’s drunk on the feeling you give him, and he wishes he could stay inside you like this forever.

luffy growls loudly into your neck, gasping every time your cunt flutters against his cock, slick even squelching around him with the roughness he’s giving you.

you can barely even catch your breath, his full weight on top of yours as he moves relentlessly. you can’t help but choke out a moan at the way each drag of his cock stretches your walls out so perfectly, his desperation alone enough to bring you close to the edge.

“you always feel so good,” he groans into your neck, “so wet, and so h-hot. fuck—”

he buries his face deeper into your neck, arms wrapping around your body to pull you closer to him. “it’s tight, squeezing me! ahh…i can’t—” he groans, eyes shut tight to focus on making you cum.

he still wants you to cum first, gush around his cock before he empties his load into you. his dick is so heavy, painfully hard and on the edge of finishing— but he fights it.

“luffy, ‘m gonna cum!” you cry, returning his embrace to keep you grounded from the bruising pace he set against you. “please,” he groans, voice muffled as he sucks at your neck. there’s an air of desperation in his voice, thrusts growing sloppier as he tries not to finish before you.

and you do exactly as he wishes, eyes fluttering shut as the knot in your stomach snaps, cunt squeezing hard around his dick as you gush around his cock. he groans loudly against your ear, not slowing down for a second. “i knew it,” he mumbles, “the last one was fake, wasn’t it?”

luffy’s hips snap against yours a couple more times before he moans loudly, cock stilling inside you as it spits ropes of cum against your cervix. he’s panting above you, body slick with sweat as he catches his breath. “again,” he mumbles, voice desperate. “this isn’t enough, i need it again.”

he places a kiss on the fresh hickies bruising on your neck. “i can give you a lot more, so don’t fake it anymore.”

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 — cunninglingus, overstimulation, squirting

sanji’s face is buried in your cunt, fingers curling deep inside you as his tongue flicks against your clit. he’s getting off to you feeling good from his mouth alone, dick throbbing even harder with each moan that slips out of your mouth.

but it’s different. your last orgasm was different, and he knows.

“you’re usually….much louder,” he groans into your cunt, not missing the way the vibrations from his voice make your thighs squeeze around his head. sanji always prides himself in how well he knows your body, from knowing what face you’ll make with each touch, to where you feel best…..which is why he has to make sure you haven’t been faking it this whole time.

to give you orgasm after orgasm until he’s sure he knows how to make you forget everything but the knot snapping in your core. his tongue laps harder at your clit, fingers curling perfectly against your spot as you tighten your embrace around the pillow, moaning loudly into it. “sanji….t-too much…!”

he can feel his dick twitch at your voice, feeling hard and heavy— leaking with precum. he wants to shove his dick into you so fucking bad, have you against the wall so you can moan his name directly into his ear— but not yet. instead, he grinds himself down into the mattress, cock rubbing desperately against the covers to relieve the burning ache he has. he’s groaning directly into your cunt now, eating you out with fervor as your eyes roll back, moans muffled by the pillow you’re clutching onto for dear life.

he sneaks a glance at you, his own cheeks heating up at the sight of your face, cute noises escaping your mouth as your nails dig into the pillow. his patience is running thin, wishing that he was that pillow instead, thinking about how your nails could scratch into his back like that, but not yet.

“when i touch you here,” he grunts, thick fingers reaching deeper into your cunt to focus on the spot that has you gasping— “you’ll make the prettiest noises for me. won’t you, pretty girl?”

and you do, crying out his name as your thighs squeeze hard and tremble against his head, walls fluttering so cutely around his fingers. your eyes widen when you realize this feels differently than usual, orgasm not settling down in the slightest.

sanji picks up on your response, not stopping the fingers on your cunt until your second orgasm is ripped from you in an instant, squealing into the pillow and squirting around his fingers as he laps hungrily at your clit. he places a hand on your stomach, keeping you down so that you don’t ruin your own orgasm, fingers still rubbing at your spot until you’ve stilled, body shaking weakly from the intensity.

you’re too tired to notice the way his eyes darken at the sight of you trembling and panting, now hovering over you with a hunger he can’t quite satiate no matter how long he spends between your legs.

“h-how did you..!”

your voice is so cute to him, and he leans down, pressing gentle kisses along the side of your neck with a proud grin. “i know your body like the back of my hand, angel.”

it does nothing but bring heat to your cheeks, walls clenching around nothing as you finally seem to notice it. his dick is hard, tip flushed pink with desire, and it’s leaking with precum as he slowly rubs it up and down your folds.

you realize that he’s still trying to hold back, still prioritizing how to make you feel good instead of himself, and you want to push him. just a little bit.

you innocently peer up at him through your lashes, wrapping your arms around him to pull his face closer to yours. “sanji,” you coo, “you don’t need to hold back.”

the way his jaw clenches doesn’t go unnoticed to you, his breaths coming out short as his hand gently wraps around your wrists, pinning them above your head. his eyes are darkened with lust, so desperate to bring you to your limit, make you cum over and over until you can’t feel your orgasms anymore..

“you’re sure?”

his voice is just above a growl, tip of his cock already sheathed inside your cunt as you nod, cutely smiling at him. “i can take it, give me all of it.”

his breath hitches in his throat at the offer. “say blue to stop me,” he says in a low whisper, stuffing your cunt in one swift movement. “otherwise,” he mumbles against your lips, “i’m gonna show you heaven, angel.”

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 — exhibitionism, his wings don’t hurt you, squirting, riding him

if anyone were to walk by the two of you, it would be nothing out of the ordinary. you cuddling with marco as usual, his large wings wrapped around your frame to keep you warm— at least, that’s what it looks like.

marco’s hands are cupping your ass, bouncing you up and down his cock, slowly and intentionally, thrusts that bump your cervix each time your ass smacks against his thighs. the pace is so slow, but it’s got you worked up more than usual, and you can feel everything so vividly, down to the prominent vein on the underside of his cock dragging along your walls.

your head is buried in his chest, your weak attempt to hide your teary eyes and pants as he grips the globes of your ass harder. it feels so good, little moans occasionally slipping from your mouth— causing you to worriedly look to the side. you think someone might be watching, but you don’t get to check, marco hooking a finger under your chin to redirect your focus to him in an instant.

“hey, eyes on me,” he coos in your ear. “don’t pay attention to them. only me.”

you really should have known marco would do something like this, take you in front of the others to ensure all your reactions are real this time.

you squeal when he slams you down harder, a subtle warning to keep your focus on um only.“but, w-what if they see?” you ask, your hands come to wrap around his middle, looking up at him with a pout.

“doesn’t matter if they see. you’re mine anyways, we can put on a show for them,” he smiles, “can’t we?”

he chuckles when you hide your face in his chest again, face filling with heat at the thought of someone catching you with your commander’s cock buried deep inside your cunt. the thought alone has you spasming around his cock, growing wetter at the idea.

“m-marco…i’m gonna cum,” you whisper, eyes fluttering close as you bite your lips. “that right?” he coos, almost disinterested. “mm—i can’t hold it in— marco!” you plead, and he hums, prodding at your lips with his thumb.

you part your mouth obediently, letting him stick three of his fingers into it as you suck on them dutifully. “you know,” he starts. “you’re cute when you’re tryna run away from it,” he whispers into your ear, “but i won’t let you.” “cum on my dick and do it now, before someone comes.”

his other hand grabs a fistful of your ass, bouncing you up and down on his cock at the angle that has his tip pounding at the right spot, your cunt already starting to flutter around him before a loud stomp grabs your attention.

marco pushes you down in one swift movement, full length stuffed inside you as you’re forced to sit still, thighs trembling hard as the fullness.

“ah— ace, you need something?”

his voice is casual, so casual that it almost sounds like he just woke up from a nap. you’re frozen in place, cunt pathetically dripping down his length as your orgasm starts to fade.

“is y/n with you?” ace asks. your eyes widen, balling his shirt in your hands.

he nods, giving your ass a tight squeeze as a silent warning not to move. “yeah, she’s right here.”

he quickly takes his fingers out of your mouth, swiping over the trail of saliva running down your chin as he lowers his wing slightly, just so ace could get a look at your face. you’re immediately panicking, cheeks filled with heat as you quickly bury your face into his chest.

“whoa— is she okay? why the hell are you covering her whole body like that?”

“she’s got a fever,” he says flatly, as if his cock wasn’t throbbing inside of you from the thrill of getting caught with you like this. “keepin’ her warm. she’ll be fine,” he emphasizes the last word, squeezing your ass when he feels you tighten against him.

his smile falters when you slowly rock yourself on his cock, trying your best to get some of the stimulation before your orgasm fully fades. you can’t even pay attention to them anymore, not even noticing that ace had left until marco’s hand hooks under your chin, tilting your head up.

“you’re worse than feverish,” he chuckles, helping you bounce up and down his cock. “humping yourself on my cock when ace is right there…”

“you gonna die if i don’t fuck you for five seconds?”

his lips are tugged into a wide grin, shifting his balance before he’s thrusting his hips back up into yours as you whine into his chest. “please….i’m almost..!”

“no need to rush, i got you.”

and you know he does. his cock is such a good stretch, his huge body enveloping yours as you helplessly bounce of his cock, greedy hole taking all of him. you squeal when he slams you down on his length once more, knot inside you finally snapping as you gush around his cock.

you lean into his chest, panting and shaking from the intensity, and you lift yourself off his cock— only for marco to pull you back down on it. “where are you going? we aren’t finished here.”

“you faked one earlier, didn’t you?” “did you think i wouldn’t notice?”

“on my desk next.”

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 — fingering, teasing

you should have figured out that robin would catch on to your little act as soon as it happened. your head falls back on her shoulder, one of her hands cupping your tit as her other arm dips lower.

“oh dear,” she chuckles, fingers rubbing harshly at your clit as you bite your lip, trying to mask your expressions as she brings you closer to the edge. “that wasn’t it, my love,” she hums, watching the way your half lidded eyes avoid hers like the plague.

“why are you running from it?”

she can tell you’re really close, painfully close to finishing, but you’re fighting it with everything in you, eyes clenched shut even when your dripping cunt is squelching around her fingers.

“it’s embarrassing….the face i’ll make!” you blurt out, cheeks feeling hot.

her fingers don’t slow down, still working at your clit while her other hand cups your tits. “your face?” robin muses, a tinge of curiosity laced in her voice. “show me it. i want to see.”

“b-but..” you stutter, eyes locked on her fingers working at your cunt. her eyes are only on you, watching your every reaction to her touch. “will you show me it?”

your cheeks only heat up further.

“you’re so cute, my love,” she coos, fingers leaving your tits to dip down to your cunt, slowly fucking them in and out of your walls. “w-wait, robin,” you cry, reaching down to grasp at her wrists.

it does nothing to stop her, and your thighs clench around her hands, unable to relieve the tightness in your core as you reach the edge. “are you feeling good? you made my hands so wet, look,” she smiles, chuckling at the way you flush at the sight of your slick covering her fingers.

your face falls back when she resumes, fingers curling against your walls. “cum properly, okay?” she coos, rubbing harshly at your clit until you cum hard, shaking around her fingers as she gets a good look at you.

you hide your face in your hands, legs trembling around hers. “i told you,” robin whispers, hands running up and down your sides, “i want to see all of your faces. let me try again.”

PART 1: ace, law, lucci, mihawk

*Dyn near death covered in blood and sweat*

ok but that’s hot tho

Imagine leaving shanks sexually frustrated

Part 1 Part 2 (here)

Four hours later

Benn: I'm impressed (y/n), he has finished four of the books. But he seems to be loosing steam. So what ever you did to motivate him, do it again.

You: on it *gets up and heads to the office where you find shanks leaning back in the desk chair, tiredly staring at the books and an abacus*

Shanks: *looks up at you and is clearly wondering if your reward is enough compensation for the tedium that is record keeping*

You: why don't you take a break darling, you look stressed.

Shanks: I am, which is one of the reasons I hate it. *Let's his head droop and he closes his eyes to ease the strain they felt*

You: let me help you relax *spins his chair to face you*

Shanks: *let's out a breathy whine*

You: *threads your fingers through his hair as you straddle his lap*

Shanks: *snaps his eyes open wide in surprise and excitement* ?

You: *chuckles and presses your lips to his*

Shanks: *wraps his arm around your waist and squishes you against his chest as he eagerly returns your kiss*

You: *parts your lips in invitation to him, and gently rolls your hips against his*

Shanks: *moans and deepens the kiss*

You: you feeling relaxed yet?

Shanks: *starts impatiently rolling his hips in tandem with yours* uh huh *pulls you back into a kiss and lifts you so you're now seated on the desk*

You: *puts your foot on his shoulder and pushes him back on his chair when he tries to stand up* ah ah ah

Shanks: *panting and irritated because you knocked the air out of him* but you said you'd help me relax

You: true, and I also said you could fool around with me after you finished archiving the these *holds up one of the books*

Shanks: *scowls at you* oh you'll pay for this

You: *sarcastic as fuck* sure you will, but only after these are done *hops off the desk and leaves*

Shanks: *watches you go as spite fills his belly and he returns to work with renewed vigor*

mando taking off his helmet after making us all act like victorian maidens for 7 episodes

me:

I would give my left arm (👀) for sleepy mornings with 🍺 for your event prompt!

Congratulations on 1k, we’ve missed you over the summer!! 💕

LMFAO this made me laugh 😭 I hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! Shanks was probably my first one piece love so I really should write for him more often. Also, you're so sweet, I missed you all so much over the summer too 🥺 i'm so happy to be back!!

Prompt: Sleepy mornings with Shanks

Pairing: Shanks x f!reader

WC: ~900

CW: Established relationship, fluff, lazy sex, unprotected sex, creampie, beckmann mentioned, just some cute smut

18+ MDNI

1K EVENT MASTERLIST

You trace your fingers over your captain’s muscular chest, drawing a line down to his abdomen. His even breaths indicate he’s still fast asleep. You’d only woken up a few moments ago yourself, opting to admire Shanks in his sleep instead of waking him up. He was so beautiful like this, expression completely at ease as the warm morning sun caught in his hair.

He shifts, groaning slightly as he stretches his arm. You smile, halting your movements as he blinks his eyes open. His gaze settles on you, a pleased, sleepy grin breaking out over his face.

“Morning,” His voice is rough with sleep.

“Good morning,” You lean up, kissing his jaw.

His hand reaches down to run through your hair, soothing. “You been watching me sleep? Weirdo.”

You stick your tongue out at him, “Shut up. You’re cute when you sleep.”

“I’m cute now, too.”

“Well….” You fight to keep the grin from your face as he huffs, scooping your body towards his and flipping you both over so that you’re pinned to the mattress under him.

“Jerk.” He mutters, leaning down to kiss you.

You laugh, kissing him back. It’s lazy, a slow meld of lips and tongues. Your hands come up to cup his cheeks, the raised flesh of his three scars a familiar feeling under your thumb.

He smiles against your lips, rolling off of you and tugging you with him so that you’re both on your sides. You slide one thigh over his, hooking your leg and pulling him closer to you. The solid ridge of his arousal presses into your stomach, making you grin.

“Someone’s eager.” You murmur playfully.

“Shut up,” He grumbles in between kisses, “I just woke up, cut me some slack.”

Wandering fingers toy with your waistband, silently waiting for permission. You angle your hips of the bed, giving him the go ahead.

He eagerly tugs your pj pants down, pushing his down right after just enough to pull his hard cock out. He pulls your hips closer to his, sliding his cock between your wet folds.

“Looks like you’re eager for me too,” He teases as your breath catches.

“That’s no surprise. Aren’t you always saying that I’m ‘always so ready for you?’” You’re teasing words are breathless as the tip of his cock nudges against your throbbing clit.

He smiles into a kiss, not bothering to answer. He lines himself up with you, slowly pushing into your tight entrance. His hand comes down to your thigh, pulling it higher over his hip to open you up more for him, easing the connection.

“So tight,” He groans, dropping his head and kissing your shoulder and collarbones.

You tangle a hand into his hair, sighing as he sucks a mark into your collarbone. His hips move lazily, the slow slide of his cock in and out of you pleasantly stimulating without the usual overwhelming feeling.

You bring his head back up, craving the familiar feel of his lips on yours. Your hips rock into his, soft pants mingling with your kisses as you both move.

His calloused hand comes up from your thigh, cupping your cheek and angling your face to deepen the kiss. The mattress creaks softly underneath you, though you’ve certainly put it through far worse.

“You’re so pretty. Fuck, I love you,” He murmurs against your lips.

You giggle, nudging his nose with your own, “I love you too, Shanks.”

The drag of his cock over your g-spot paired with the rub of his pelvis against your clit has you close to cumming, and he can tell.

“Gonna cum f’me soon, pretty baby? Yeah, ‘m close too,” He kisses you harder, cock twitching as if to punctuate his point.

You nod, kissing him back just as eagerly. Another two thrusts have you sighing with pleasure, light shock waves rocking you as your orgasm washes over you. He groans against your lips, hot spurts of cum spilling inside of you shortly after.

“God, what a nice way to wake up,” He sighs, kissing your forehead. You laugh, snuggling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle.

You lay like that for a while afterwards, neither of you wanting to move from where you’re still connected. Unfortunately, your cocoon of peace is disrupted by a knocking on the door.

“Wake up! Breakfast is served, and if you’re not there soon it’ll all be gone!” Beckmann shouts through the door.

You groan as his footsteps fade away, pouting up at Shanks. He smiles down at you, kissing your pout away.

He pulls away first, careful as he pulls out. He rolls out of bed, tugging his boxers back on properly as he does so. He reaches a hand down to help you out of bed, helping you readjust your clothing too.

“A quick meal, and then right back to bed,” Shanks vows.

You laugh, shaking your head, “We have things to do. We can’t sleep the day away.” “What’s the point of being captain if I can’t spend all day with my girl in bed, hm? I make the rules.” His tone is indignant.

You snort, tugging him towards the door as he complains. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Captain.”

Another reason to hate the movie "Red" (and there are many of them!) The fact is that before the release of this movie, Shanks was a father figure to Luffy (as much as possible for a pirate who can't devote himself to raising a child, but let's face it, he's better at it than a Dragon). In the manga, Luffy even confessed that he sees him as a father, and you can see why. But in this movie, Shanks was presented as just a disgusting example of a parent and, in general, a man without a brain, which he never was. It is simply impossible to imagine such a person treating a child the way he treated Utah - there is no logic or sense in these actions.

And Utah… a character who was never needed in this story. To be honest, their parenting relationship with Luffy was pretty good - logically justified by the distance, but at the same time expressing concern for each other. They are looking for information about each other, enjoying the news and looking forward to the meeting that will take place in the near future. And you're saying that a man like Shanks, who followed Luffy's progress, protected him from a distance, and devoted his life to fulfilling the promise and dream of the guy he'd been with for a couple of months, at the same time completely abandoned caring for the girl he'd raised since infancy and named his daughter? Just left her in the dark with the first person she met, made her hate herself, did nothing to solve her problem, and just waited for everything to sort itself out? This film portrayed Shanks as a man who dropped the ballast in the form of a daughter to "better times." In my opinion, this is the worst of One Piece films just because of that. Because my favorite hedkanon is that he acts as a father figure to Luffy, who has never had a worthy example in front of his eyes (hello, Dragon, and fuck you)