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Day 7: Mistletoe, Red Haired Shanks

Warnings: Shanks being a shit about a bet

(_____) had been paranoid all week long. It’s finally the Christmas season, and poor (_____) is dreading every moment. It’s not that they don’t hate Christmas, it's just they hate how Shanks always gets during this time of year. Before (_____) could go into any room they had to look out for the red haired man. Not knowing when they’d have to run away.

”Is he in here?” They asked Hongo before they even thought of going into the mess hall. Hongo waved them in and they took a seat by him and Lucky Roux. “Is he still bothering you?” Lucky Roux asked as he took a bite of his meat stick. (_____) only responded by groaning and resting their head on the table. The two men chuckled at their friend. They pitied (_____) a bit but only in a joking way.

After a bit they heard it. The sound of Shanks calling out for them. (_____) immediately got up and bolted out of there. “(_____)!” Shanks yelled as he saw them, running towards them. (_____)’s eyes widened and they ran away from him. Everyone jumped out of the way, not wanting to get trampled by their captain and fellow crew member.

(_____) kept running and running all around the Red Force. Trying desperately to escape their crazy captain. Turning a corner sharp they finally saw an escape route from Shanks, said man hot on their trail. What the pair failed to realize is that Gab was walking around with a ladder. Gab turned and accidentally whacked both Shanks and (_____) into a closet.

”Dammit!” (_____) yelled as they heard Shanks get up from the other side of the closet. He sauntered over to (_____), pinning them against the locked door by standing in front of them. “Finally, now I can put my plan into action.” He said as his hand rummaged in his pocket.

He pulled out a mistletoe and held it above their heads. “A deals a deal sweetheart. You said that if I could catch you with this mistletoe then I could get as many kisses as I wanted for the whole day.”

With a sigh (_____) cupped his face in their hands. “I guess I did say that.” Slowly (_____) leaned in and kissed Shanks who accepted happily with a shit eating grin on his face.

Fate | Buggy x reader x Shanks ♡

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genre: smut, nasty nasty smut (minors dni) and a tiny little bit of fluff at the end

pairings: buggy x reader x shanks

wc: 13.3k

cw: fem!reader, bartender reader, semi public sex, a lap dance, a LOT of dirty talk, biting, piss kink, omorashi, so much oral, jealous!buggy, buggy is actually really sweet, brat tamer shanks, spanking, pussy slapping, spitting, some parts are dialogue heavy, buggy's detachable dick, shanks lowkey has a clown fetish, squirting, overstimulation, aftercare, love confessions

masterlist | one piece masterlist

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Your childhood friends, Buggy and Shanks, both found your bar around six months ago and have been hooking up with you ever since. The connection the three of you have runs much deeper than mindless sex so you finally get them in the same place at the same time so you can fuck like animals and confess your love.

a/n: I'm so fixated on buggy right now i literally can't think of anything else

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You're just starting your evening shift at your bar when a familiar hat and blue pigtails comes sauntering into the building.

“Hi, Buggy,” you call, and your old friend wanders up to the bar with a grin on his face.

“Hi, sweetheart. We’ll have whatever you got. We're celebrating tonight,” he says. You nod and signal to one of your security guys to go down to the basement and get the big barrels you're not strong enough to carry. You don't need to worry about any trouble at the bar when Buggy and his crew are there, though you worry that one day he'll be here at the same time as the actual pirate whose protection you're under.

The small island your village is on is under the jurisdiction of red-haired Shanks. Your mayor hasn't officially accepted Shanks’ offer yet. Still, you have a feeling that with all the business their pirate crew brings to your village—buying from your local farmers and frequenting your bar—he'll formally accept when Shanks returns from his next voyage. The lack of permission from your mayor doesn't matter to Shanks; he's ultimately just using this island as a base to place you under his protection.

You, Shanks, and Buggy were all on the same pirate ship as youngsters. You'd been impossibly close, inseparable at all times. After they'd had a falling out at the site of your former captain's execution, you'd refused to pick a side, and Shanks had taken you with him so he could drop you off at a quiet island where you leave your pirate life behind you.

However, after Shanks and Buggy had made a name for themselves, your history of piracy had worked its way into your present. Shanks had been the first to find you, having been the one to drop you off, and wasn't surprised to see you now owning and running one of the bars in your village. He'd walked in by himself and jokingly asked if your bar was pirate-friendly. Your security guy was about to launch forward but was stopped by you, who had called his name and ran around the bar to launch yourself into him. He hugged you back with one arm, and you welcomed his crew into your establishment. Your staff were on their best behaviour that day and respected you more after finding out you were close friends with one of the emperors of the sea.

Buggy had accidentally stumbled upon your bar but was beyond shocked to see you. He had initially threatened your village, but upon receiving a smack and stern talking to from you, he gave up embarrassingly quickly and asked politely to frequent your bar. You allowed him, glad to see him alive and warned him that you were under a different pirate’s jurisdiction. You ordered your staff to be hushed about the pirate being Shanks, so you don't scare off Buggy.

Since then, they'd been coming to your island intermittently, competing with each other without even knowing. Shanks knows there's another pirate who sometimes docks up on your island, and Buggy knows another pirate is trying to lay claim to your land, but neither of them knows it's the other. How they've avoided each other for this long is a mystery to you.

“Hello? Sweetheart?” Buggy's voice draws you from your memories, and you look up at him with a smile. What're you smiling at? You weirdo,” he says, reaching over the bar to flick your forehead. One thing both Buggy and Shanks never grew out of was their childish teasing. Buggy, in particular, likes to wind you up. Whenever you would tattle to your old man, Rayleigh, about the boys teasing you, he would insist that it was because they had a crush on you.

“Nothing, Buggy. I was just reminiscing about the old days,” you say. He rolls his eyes and calls you a sentimental fool. Buggy turns his attention to the bar behind you. He detaches his hand from his body and reaches for the top-shelf whiskey. He's too much of a lightweight for it. You know that much, so you snatch it back and scold him for using his power to rob you of money. You never realised how differently you view your ‘lovers’ compared to everyone else until your staff asked how you have the balls to tell them off and flirt with them, fearing losing a limb for messing with an emperor. Buggy begrudgingly listens; you're the only person he can't bring himself to argue with. He can tease you and wind you up until the cows come home, but if you look genuinely upset, he fills with guilt immediately.

Your security guy comes back with a barrel of cheap booze and helps you set it up. You start to serve it up, beginning with Buggy and then calling over his crewmates. You ensure everyone is served before returning to cleaning glasses and steins to ensure you're on top of things.

Buggy keeps a keen eye on you as you move around the bar, busying yourself with odd jobs. You can feel the clown watching you, and you feel your skin heating up. Your friendship with Shanks and Buggy has always been more than platonic, especially now that you're all grown adults and you own a bar. They're always sneaking you off on breaks or taking you home after to fuck you. They're very different in the bedroom; Shanks is confident and in control, whereas Buggy takes care of you, but ultimately you're in charge. Buggy’s an emperor of the sea now, so you're curious to see if that's helped his confidence. Insecurity usually had him doubting himself in the bedroom, leading to him easily bending to your will for a bit of praise. He appeared to be more sure of himself when he walked in, so you take that as a good sign.

You're focused on the bottles behind the bar when you feel a tug at your skirt. You look down to see a hand creeping under your skirt. The hand slides around to squeeze your ass, and you turn around to see Buggy, handless, staring at you. His hand works its way to the front and slips beneath your panties, collecting your wetness on his fingers. You want to scold him, tell him off for touching you in public, but the predatory grin he's giving you right now is turning you on so bad. Typically, if you told him off, Buggy would drop to his knees and ask to eat you out as an apology, but you're curious to see if his boldness can translate into something more dominating.

You ask your friend to cover you while you go on a break. Buggy follows you as you round the bar and go through the back door to the staff-only area. He wasn't subtle about it. You know most of his crew just saw him go in here.

Buggy catches up to you when you're near a staff storage room, and he attaches his hand back right in time to push you into the room and turns you around to back you up against the door. He immediately attaches his lips to yours. His kiss is heated and messy, hot tongues pressing against each other. Buggy’s hands come up to squeeze your tits through your top, and he drops his kisses to your neck. You were thankful he had come in without makeup tonight, so you don't have to explain to your staff how your neck ended up covered in red lipstick. It happened to you once and was embarrassing for both of you, so you appreciate the consideration. He drops to his knees, kissing your thighs, and as his hand reaches for your panties, you stop him.

“Bug, wait. My break is only ten minutes. We don't have time for all this.” You say, pulling him up by his hair. “Just fuck me properly”, You whine, pulling him into a kiss. He lets you guide it before you get tired of messing around. You want to see how his status as an emperor and newfound confidence has changed the way he fucks you.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, turning you around and grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“Yes, and I want you to fuck me hard. You're a Yonko now. Where's all that power and aggression?” you ask. Your teasing question works; Buggy's voice is barely above a growl when he responds.

“You wanna see my real power?” he asks, punctuating his question with a slap to your ass. This is exactly what you've been waiting for with Buggy. You nod, and he turns you back around again. He doesn't look mad. There's no dark glint in his eye, and he just looks excited. You know Buggy, he'll never be a hard dom, but you just want to see more control from him, and that is exactly what he's showing. “I need words.”

“yes. I want you so bad.” Buggy smiles at your consent, leaning against the storage cupboard wall. He pushes you down on your knees and undoes his belt and trouser button.

“If you suck my dick for me right now, I promise I'll take you back to my ship and destroy your tight little pussy” You nod and waste no time reaching up to free his cock from his trousers. Buggy laughs at your eagerness. He doesn't receive this kind of sexual attention much, so you tend to fluster him, though he's not letting it show tonight. When you finally get his hard cock in your mouth, he moans embarrassingly loud. He throws his head back, staring at the ceiling as you work him into your mouth. He's all too aware of the fact that he'll cum down your throat the second he makes eye contact with you. “What would people say about you if they opened this door to see you on your knees for a pirate captain? And an emperor, no less,” he says, hips bucking into your mouth slightly as he gets closer to his orgasm. “What would Shanks say if he saw you like this?”

You moan around his cock at the question, and his hips stutter forward, breaking his rhythm. His cock harshly hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly, pulling off of him. He uses his grip on your hair to pull you back to his cock. You want Shanks and Buggy to fuck you together more than anything. He's never spoken to you like this before, making you gush.

You slip a hand between your legs as you take his cock back into your mouth. Buggy finally looks down at you and groans when he notices what you're doing.

“Are you really touching yourself to the thought of red hair catching us?” he asks, scoffing. “I bet a horny slut like you would want him to join in” You know, Buggy's just as attracted to Shanks as you are, and you feel his cock twitching in your mouth at the mental image of sharing you with him. It doesn't take him much longer to cum. He cums down your throat and helps you wipe off any stray drops of cum that missed your mouth. He pulls you into a kiss as you tuck him back into his underwear and zip up his trousers for him. Buggy almost looks embarrassed at how quickly he's cum, but he quickly gets over it when he realises how turned on you are.

“I'm the boss here, you know. I can cut my shift short if I want to,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss. Buggy feels a stirring in his stomach when he kisses you. It's been happening for years; he chalks it up to being impossibly horny and refuses to look further into it. You go back into the bar and tell your staff that your shift is over, and you trust them to lock up. As you walk back to the Big Top with Buggy, he tells you stories about what he's been up to since he last left your island.

Buggy brings you onto his ship and down to his captain's quarters. As soon as you're in his space, the door is swung shut, and Buggy all but pounces on you. He pulls you into a rough kiss, walking you to the middle of the room. You occupy his thoughts all day, every day. He fantasises about your pretty self putting on a show just for his eyes. He sometimes wants to ask you if you can dance and see if he can ask you to give him a private performance. He’s finally got a chance to fulfil multiple of his fantasies at once, so he doesn’t hesitate in taking it. He pulls away, breathing heavily. He sits down on his throne, which has been pushed up against a wall, and leaves you standing in the middle of the room.

“Take it off for me, give me a show,” he says, leaning back. “make it flashy.”

You start with your top, taking care to remove it slowly. You feel one of his hands squeeze your tits. You whimper at the stimulation, and Buggy laughs. You carefully push your skirt's waistband over your hips until you can drop the garment to the floor. You turn around and hook your fingers in your panties, pulling them down your legs. You go to kick off your heels, but Buggy's hand grabs your ankle to stop you.

“keep ‘em on,” he says. You turn back around to look at him and see he's shirtless, hair down, palming his hard cock through his trousers. You notice he's become more like Shanks now that he's trying to take control. His hand grabs hold of yours so he can drag you over to where he's sitting. He pulls you to his lap so you're straddling him. He guides his cock to your entrance and kisses your neck and shoulders as you take him to the base. “ride me, baby,” he growls.

You obey, lifting your hips upward and slamming them back down. You both moan at the way his cock feels dragging against your walls. Buggy soaks in your pretty noises as his fingers dig into your hips to guide you.

You lean down to capture Buggy in a kiss, tilting your head to avoid his cute nose. Kissing Buggy always feels like you're unravelling a secret; the big scary clown pirate emperor is really just your silly man who wants to take good care of you. You feel close, and you start to drag your hips, grinding down on him. You whimper into the kiss, prompting a laugh from Buggy, who uses his grip on your hips to hold you in place while he fucks up into you.

“I'm gonna cum”, you moan, dropping your head to his shoulder.

“Yeah? Go on then. Make a mess for me”. All it takes is a few more thrusts to reach your high. Buggy watches intently as your orgasm crashes over you. He groans as you scratch at his back. He manages to hold off his orgasm as you come back to your senses. “Can you give me another one?” he asks.

“Didn’t you promise me you were going to destroy my pussy?” you say, pulling him into another kiss.

“I did, didn't I?” he says, before moving forward and laying you down on the fluffy rug spread across the floor. He's on his knees, hovering over your body. He pushes his cock into you again, groaning at how sensitive you both are. He braces himself with his elbows on either side of your head, and then he starts to fuck you properly. He grunts in your ear as he fucks you down into the floor. His cock fills you up so well that it is almost embarrassing how you whimper about it. Buggy loves the rush of adrenaline he gets from fucking you. How you cling to him and whine about how good he feels makes him feel like he could do anything. Your hands fly to his hair as he rearranges your insides, and he moans as you harshly tug at his hair. “That's it. Let me know how good I'm fucking you.”

Your second orgasm hits you like a freight train. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as you gush around his cock. His orgasm follows closely behind, and he bites down harder as he fills you up with his cum. He tries his best to fuck you through both of your orgasms, and when your walls finally stop pulsing around his cock, he slips out of you carefully. He cleans you up with tissues and then carries you to his bed. He changes into pyjamas and then climbs into bed with you.

“Stay here for tonight. I'll take you home in the morning,” he says, moving a piece of hair out of your face. Buggy is not typically so affectionate with you after you sleep together; he’s never mean to you, but he’s never this soft. It makes you wonder what's changed.

“Are you leaving tomorrow?” You ask, cuddling up to his chest.

“Nope, we still have one more day here.”

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Buggy returns to your bar again the next night. He’s doing his usual routine of staring at you, drinking less than all of his crew and waiting to get you alone so that he can fuck you. He’d reminiscing about his previous trip to the island after you’d left the ship that morning, and he’s been having shameful thoughts about trying a specific gross kink with you. You and Buggy had hooked up before. You're no stranger to his wilder kinks, but there's still one that he's been keeping from you up to this point. He thinks he's finally got you comfortable enough to try it. He's been trying to buy you drinks all night, but you've insisted on being a good little bartender and drinking water instead, which was his plan all along. You don't realise Buggy has only had one drink, wanting to stay sober for what he's going to do with you tonight.

He overhears you complaining to one of your coworkers about needing to piss, and his cock twitches in his trousers as he thinks about the night he saw you piss yourself.

It had been an accident; you'd been out drinking with him, and there wasn't a toilet around, but you didn't want to go outside, so you had to try and make it to the next bar without pissing yourself. You were almost there when you felt it start to come out. You made a run for it, and Buggy followed you to guard you. However, he didn't turn around to check for onlookers. He just shielded your body from view with his own. He was too busy staring at the puddle you were making on the floor as you pulled your already-wet underwear down so you could go in the alley. It should have been gross, but he couldn't look away. He couldn't stop thinking about burying his face between your legs.

He hears you ask your coworker to cover you so you can go to the bathroom, and she denies you, saying you close in ten minutes and asking you to hold it. The way you whine in response reminds him of how you whine to him when he teases you. He turns around, facing you. You're standing behind the bar in little black shorts, a crop top and heels, driving him insane. He's grateful for your bar's questionable short and all-black dress code.

After ushering the Buggy pirates out of the bar, you rush through your cleaning and leave your coworker to lock up. You step outside the bar and are met with Buggy waiting for you, leaning against an opposite wall. He's watching the way you walk over to him with a grin on his face. You're wobbling, desperate to piss, and trying to hold it in. You're fidgeting, and it makes Buggy laugh. You scold him, which he pays no mind to before lifting you over his shoulder and carrying you to your home, which isn't far from the bar.

As soon as he's in the door, he puts you down and watches as you run towards your bathroom. Like the predator he is, he lures you into a false sense of security by encouraging you to go to the toilet while he puts your stuff down. However, when you get to the bathroom door, you're greeted by one of his hands holding it closed. You try to get it to let go, but it's no use. Buggy is stronger than you. You scream Buggy's name in anger, and suddenly, his hand is joined by the rest of him.

“Can I help you, sweetheart?” he asks, feigning ignorance and moving his hands to your hips now that his body is blocking the door.

“Please move, Bug. I need to go so bad. It's not funny,” you whine, nearly in tears from the pressure on your bladder. Buggy pulls you into a messy kiss, and when you pull away, he expects to see you glaring. Instead, you're looking up at him with teary eyes and the cutest little pout. He wants to ruin you. “I need the toilet,” you whimper.

“There's one right here,” he says, patting his thighs, and you immediately stop struggling in his grasp. You look up at him in bewilderment.

“That's not funny.”

“I'm not joking,” he responds, leaning down to kiss your neck. “If you think it's too gross, I'll move, but I want to feel you let it go so bad.” He groans into your ear before resuming his kisses. He can tell you're thinking it over.

“What about the mess?” You ask, voice shaky and unsure.

“I'll clean it up.”

“Okay,” your voice is small and desperate, but having your permission launches Buggy into action. He lifts you and carries you over to the guest bedroom that he sometimes crashes in when he's docked here. He dumps you on the bed and helps you strip down to your underwear. Your hands instinctively fly between your legs to cup your pussy, but Buggy is quick to swat them away. He grips the back of your thighs and pushes your legs up towards your chest. Buggy leans down to kiss your stomach, leaving red lipstick marks in his wake. You moan as you finally start to relieve yourself. Buggy leans back, gaze fixed on your cunt.

“Yeah. That's it, baby. Let go for me,” he encourages as he watches you make a mess of your underwear, the sheets, and his trousers. You almost hate how good it felt. Buggy leans down to kiss you, but it's a kiss full of aggression and desperation. “That was so fucking hot,” he growls into the kiss.

He pulls away from the kiss to stare at you, from his makeup all over your skin to your soiled underwear; he wishes he had a camera on him right now. He reaches down and pulls your underwear off, tucking the soaked fabric into his trouser pocket to take with him when they depart from your island. Your exposed pussy has him drooling, and then he hears you whimpering for him to do something other than stare at the mess you made. He can tell the embarrassment is starting to creep in, so he leans back down to your face, shushing you and kissing your lips. He savours the kiss, knowing you probably won't kiss him for the rest of the night after what he's about to do.

Buggy drops to his knees on the floor and drags you closer to the edge of the bed. He then dives right in, licking and sucking at your pussy. He buries his tongue in your hole, moaning loudly at the taste. He'd fantasised about doing this to you for months, but none of his dreams come close to how it feels to have you with him right now, indulging in his dirtiest fantasy. He drags his long tongue back up to your clit and suctions his mouth around it, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud. You're so close to cumming, and with the relief you've already had tonight, you feel tears start to pool.

“Please, Buggy. I'm so close,” you moan, bucking your hips up into his face. Buggy's hands hold you in place as he sucks harshly on your clit as pushes two fingers into you. You moan and arch your back as he fingers you open. His tongue feels so good, and the extra stimulation of his fingers has an orgasm washing over you easily. You moan Buggy's name as tears roll down your face. He's completely focused on drawing your orgasm from you. He licks at every drop that leaks from your sweet pussy.

When you've calmed down, Buggy rises to his feet. He stares down at you like he's staring at his last meal. Your makeup is just as smudged as his. Your skin is covered in remnants of him. You're a vision of pleasure, panting and drooling as you come down from your intense orgasm. Buggy commits the sight to his memories. He towers over the bed, reminding you of how big Buggy is.

“You ready for me?” he asks, detached hands groping your body. When you nod and give him permission to fuck you, he grins something evil. He attaches his hands and manoeuvres you up the bed so your head is against the pillows. He wastes no time pushing his cock into you; if you haven't woken up the neighbours yet, then you definitely will when Buggy starts to thrust his hips. “You look so pretty under me,” he coos. “I should take you to sea with me so I can fuck you on my ship every day,” he says. You know you're close; you feel the tension building inside you. Buggy knows it, too. He can feel your pussy clenching down around him. Right as the tension is about to snap, Buggy pulls his cock out of you, stopping your orgasm in its tracks. You cry out in frustration.

“It's okay, I got you. I just need you to turn over for me,” he says, helping you turn onto your hands and knees. He slowly pushes his cock back into your waiting pussy. He slides a hand over the skin of your back, and then he pauses. He spots the mark on the back of your shoulder. It's a love bite Shanks had given you during your last hookup a few days prior to Buggy arriving. “Who else are you fucking?” he asks, filled with rage. You want him to continue, but you're unsure how he'll react to hearing Shanks' name after all this time.

“Bug, listen-” He doesn't listen. Buggy’s insecurity and the feelings for you he's mostly ignored have risen to the surface. He drapes his whole body over yours to speak directly into your ear.

“If you want to cum, you better tell me who else has been inside of my woman” His voice is low and threatening, and it has you gushing and clenching around him.

“Shanks,” You say, trying to move on Buggy's cock that's still inside of you. Buggy goes completely silent, not growling and panting like he had been seconds ago. It's like his rage has been quelled.

“red-haired?” he asks in shock. You nod the best you can while being squished underneath him. You're expecting another spell of rage, but you feel Buggy's smile against your skin instead. “you promise it's only us?”

“Yes, Buggy. I promise. Now please make me cum” you whimper. Buggy gives in immediately, rutting his hips against yours with reckless abandon. If anything, he's more passionate and determined to make you cum after finding out you've also been with his self-declared nemesis.

“Cum for me,” he says, voice easily cutting through your moans. Your body obeys him without question, slamming face-first into your orgasm like you were made just for him. He cums along with you, pulling out and spilling over your back. Once you've both finished, he reaches for the tissues you keep on the bedside table and wipes his cum off your back.

He then carefully picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet seat. He starts running the shower. As he waits for the water to heat up, he brushes his teeth and tongue with the spare toothbrush you keep for him. He jokes that you can kiss him now and laughs when he looks down at you to see you puckering your lips. He indulges, pressing an overly dramatic kiss to your lips. He tries to calm his heart when you laugh at his silliness, but he can no longer deny his feelings. To distract himself, he ushers you into the shower so he can clean you up properly. He's got both of you clean and in your bed within no time.

He lies next to you in bed, indulging himself in the domestic side of you despite knowing he's got to leave for another voyage tomorrow. He lets you press kisses all over his face and ask him questions about his adventures that he's more than happy to fill you in on. After a while, a comfortable silence fills your bedroom, and Buggy thinks you're finally going to fall asleep so he can leave. He's not quite so lucky; amidst the silence, you raise a hand to cup his cheek and say something that makes his heart feel like it's about to burst out of his chest.

“You're so pretty without makeup, Bug” He's not used to these kinds of compliments, and he buries his face in your neck, grumbling at you to ‘shut the fuck up and go to sleep.’ You listen, giggling as you get comfortable against your pillows.

You hear Buggy call you the most precious jewel on the grand line and realise he must think you’re asleep. You don’t have the heart to wake up and embarrass him so you keep your eyes closed as you take in his sweet compliments and confessions he could never say to you whilst awake.

When you wake up, Buggy is gone from your bed. You check the guest room to see new sheets have been put on the bed, and you look out the window to see your soiled sheets freshly washed and on the line. You smile to yourself as you go downstairs to make breakfast for yourself. Both of your men now know you're sleeping with both of them and if your calculations are correct - and all goes well on their voyages - then both of your men will return to your village on the same day.

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A few days pass, and your shifts feel boring without your pirate men bothering you the whole time. You had taken to dressing up a little more for work just in case one of them comes back early and walks into the bar while you're on shift.

Tonight, you're wearing a black minidress and thigh-high boots. You know you look good, having spent 10 minutes staring yourself down in the mirror before leaving the house. Neither of your men showed up at the bar. You'd heard whispers about a pirate ship docking up and gotten your hopes up. You swing open your front door, sulking over the lack of your not-yet boyfriends. However, when you wander through the door, you notice a tall figure blocking the doorway to your living room. At first, he startles you, but you give him a warm smile when you finally realise who it is.

“Hi, Mr.Beckman”, you say, offering him your hand, which he presses a kiss to. He informs you that his captain is waiting for you in the living room, and then he takes his leave after apologising for invading your privacy. You tell him he's welcome anytime and thank him as he leaves your home, leaving you with the red-haired man you find sitting on your sofa.

“Shanks!” you yell, surprised that he's come home a day early. He stands up to catch you as you run into his arm. He picks you up and spins you around, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “You're early”, you point out.

“We were ahead of schedule, and I wanted to see my girl,” he says, pulling you in for a proper kiss. “this dress looks so good on you”, he groans into the kiss before pulling back and asking you to do a twirl so he can check you out properly. He whistles lowly as his eyes take in every inch of your body, all dressed up for him.

“I wore this for you. I've been waiting for you to come back. Why don't you come see what's underneath it?” you say, guiding his big hand under your dress. When Shanks finds his path to your cunt, unobstructed by any panties, he laughs. He moves his hand from your dress, smoothing down the skirt of your dress and then lifting his hand to your chin to tilt your face towards him.

“As much as I want you to give me a proper welcome home, I need to talk to you,” he says, pecking your lips and sitting on the sofa. Shanks pats the space next to him, and you sit down, tucking yourself into his side. “I heard rumours kicking around that my sweet girl has been getting cosy with another pirate”, he says, and you roll your eyes at him, partially because he won't be mad when he finds out who it is and partially because you're not exclusive with either of them.

“It's Buggy,” you say, swinging a leg over Shanks to straddle his lap. His momentarily stormy expression relaxes when he hears the name of the third party in your trio.

“Buggy?”

“I know, I was surprised too. It's like fate is trying to keep us together. I've always belonged to you guys,” You say, grinding your hips down over his hardening cock. Neither you nor Shanks have ever been shy about how you feel about Buggy, but he was always too prideful to admit his feelings. Shanks is smiling now that he knows you haven't been disloyal to him. “he'll be back tomorrow if everything goes to plan,” you say.

“I'd bet you'd like having us both together, wouldn't you, baby?” he teases, bucking his hips upwards and knocking you forward into his chest. “you'd like to take both our cocks in this slutty pussy” The addition of Buggy, though he's not physically there, has ignited Shanks. He's launched into action, talking filthy in your ear as you grind your bare pussy over his crotch. “But you'll have to deal with just me tonight. Is one cock gonna be enough to fuck my greedy girl?”

You nod frantically, adjusting yourself so that you're grinding against his thigh. He chuckles at your eagerness and guides your hips over his leg. You ride his thigh as he leans back into the sofa cushions and watches you. He keeps his hand settled on your hips as you drag your pussy over the muscle of his thigh. Shanks notices you're getting close to an orgasm and tightens his grip to stop you from reaching your high. You whine in protest, and he can tell you're about to start complaining, but he cuts you off himself.

“I want to taste your cum”, he says, pushing you to stand up. He laughs as you stand on wobbly legs. He tugs at the bottom of your dress, signalling for you to take it off while he removes his clothes. He pauses between removing articles of clothing to watch you shimmy the dress down your pretty body and kick it off. Seeing you naked is better than any treasure Shanks could find at sea. Once he's naked, he lies back against the sofa and then beckons you back over to him. “take a seat”, he instructs, helping you straddle his face without falling off the couch.

You lean forward, taking a testing lick at his cock as his tongue makes contact with your pussy. He wastes no time shoving his tongue into your hole and licking at your walls. You moan loudly as you begin to take his cock into your mouth. His cock is thick, and it tests the stretch of your pretty lips. Shanks moves his tongue so your clit, licking and sucking at it as you start to bob your head.

You're both laser-focused on making each other cum. Shanks suctions his mouth around your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he makes out with your pussy. Considering he only has one arm, his grip on you is steady as he holds you in place. You try your best to take his cock as far as you can, and when you take him to the base without choking, you feel the vibrations of his moans against your pussy. Shanks is always vocal, letting you know how good you are.

You start to struggle when you get close to your orgasm. You can't focus on sucking him or bobbing your head while you're moaning and whimpering.

“OK, baby. That's enough,” he says, squeezing your thighs to keep your attention on his words. “Just let me make you cum”, he says, pulling back down to his face once again. His grip is sturdy and keeps you steady as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. He loudly cleans up every single drop from your cunt. Your tense, shaking muscles don't phase him as he holds you in place. He only lets go once he's sure you're done.

Shanks helps you up before standing up and grabbing your hand, letting you pull him through the house and into your bedroom. He lifts you with one arm and kisses you before planting you onto your bed. He tells you to lay back against the pillows, and you follow without question. Shanks climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees between your legs.

“You're so beautiful”, he says, staring at your naked body so intensely that his gaze has you shifting in discomfort.

“stop staring at it and just fuck me” you whine. Shanks looks up at you with a dark grin that reminds you of who you're dealing with. You've had your soft, warm welcome home, and now it's playtime. Shanks is far more in control than Buggy; riling up Shanks isn't as easy. A little bit of attitude and lack of manners is a good start.

“You wanna tell me what to do, princess?” he asks, you know it's a rhetorical question but you answer anyway.

“I'm not telling you what to do. I'm just giving you a heavy-handed suggestion,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him. He rolls his eyes at your attitude, but you know he's enjoying it; his cock is hard and leaking. He uses his strength to turn you over onto your hands and knees. Once you're in position, he lands a smack on your bare ass, making you gasp.

“How's that for heavy-handed?” he says, massaging the area he had smacked to soothe it.

“More”, you sigh, “Please, Captain”. He groans at the title. You had taken to calling him captain in the bedroom; it is his official title, and it's a reminder of his strength and power. He obliges, giving you a few more swats on the ass before rolling you back over so you can lean your head against the pillows.

“Do you misbehave for Buggy too, or are you a good girl for him?” he asks, leaning over to look into your eyes. He knows your answer is going to annoy him when he sees the cocky smile that settles on your face.

“It's neither. Buggy is a good boy for me,” Shanks laughs, not at all surprised by your confession. “Although he did take charge last time, I guess being a yonko boosted his confidence,” you said, smiling while remembering your most recent time with Buggy. Shanks is still looking at you with his eyebrow raised. “And I was good as gold for him”, you tease, tangling your hands in his red locks and pulling him into a kiss.

“You can behave for other men, but you can't help yourself with me," he says, pressing his fingers to your mouth. You obey his wordless instructions and take them into your mouth. Now that you're gagged, Shanks can speak without backtalk, and your pussy drools with every word that leaves his mouth. “I was going to be nice; fuck you nice and slow and make love to you, but you just can't help running this bratty mouth. I missed my sweet girl and her perfect pussy, but now I have to deny myself to teach you a lesson.” he pulls his fingers from your mouth, waiting to hear a quiet “sorry, captain” from you.

When you apologise, he presses his thumb against your clit and rubs in circles, chuckling at the way you moan out and open your legs. He pushes two spit-soaked fingers into your hole and warns you to keep still as your hips buck up into his hand. You try your best to stay still as Shanks, who holds an unbothered expression on his face, plays with your pussy. He rubs your clit with his thumb while he fingers you. Having one arm has aided with his fingering skills. He hasn't set a rule on volume, and he never has; in all the punishments he's given you, he's never cut off your ability to tell him how good he makes you feel. He's too enamoured with your voice to gag you for more than two minutes. You moan and whimper and beg for him to speed up. The stimulation he's providing you with feels so good, but it's not enough to send you over the edge.

His cock is red and drooling precum. You know he's as desperate as you are, but he's holding himself off.

“Don't you wanna feel good, Captain? I can jerk you off,” you say, reaching out towards him. He shakes his head, pulling his fingers from your cunt only to slap it, fingers smacking harshly against your clit, making you yelp. You're so close to cumming.

“thought I told you to keep fucking still”, he growls, returning to his task of slowly fingering for you. He looks up at your face, expression faltering at the tears starting to pool in your eyes. “Just be good for me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice softening. His cock twitches when he hears you say an obedient “Yes, Captain.”

He speeds up his fingers, fucking you right close to the edge and then stopping as he feels your walls start to spasm around his fingers. Having your orgasm ripped away from you prompts the tears to start falling. Shanks leans down to kiss away your tears, whispering about how pretty you look. You know what he wants to hear.

“I'm sorry, Captain. I promise I'll be good,” you beg. Shanks smiles softly, pressing his fingers to your entrance. “Please, I need to cum. I promise I won't be a brat.”

Shanks cuts off your begging by kissing you, messily pushing his tongue into your mouth. He pushes his fingers back inside of you and thrusts, curling them against your walls.

“Cum whenever you want,” he says against your mouth, intimidating demeanour gone and replaced with your sappy, loving man. You cum with a cry of his name, legs attempting to close around his hand. He works you through it, cooing at you as you gush around his fingers. He pulls his fingers from your pussy and licks them clean as you regain your breath. “tastes so fucking good.”

You watch him intently as he spits onto your pussy and uses his cock to spread it between your folds. You're still sensitive and the feeling makes you twitch. Shanks smiles at you as he pushes his cock inside you, pressing kisses on your face as you whimper at the way his cock stretches your pussy. He starts to thrust, making you arch against him. Your hands reach up to his hair as he sloppily makes out with you. When he pulls away from the messy kiss, you whine his name.

“What is it, princess?” he asks. You wordlessly open your mouth, tongue lolling out. Shanks doesn't need to be told what you want. He spits into your mouth, whispering praises as you swallow. “See what happens when you're a good girl for me?” he says, kissing you again.

Shanks is committed to making you cum, hips laying heavy thrusts as his cock all but splits you open. His lips trail over your skin like a fountain pen on paper, signing his name in invisible ink. His voice has your mind reeling. You feel delirious. You're close already, and Shanks can tell.

“Wait for me, baby. I'm almost there”, He groans, feeling the first signs of his own orgasm. You're not sure if you can hold off any longer, and you tell Shanks as much as your nails cling to his back muscles. He gives you permission to cum, and you fall right over the edge along with him. Your pussy spasms around his cock, milking him for all he's worth while you gush around him. He says something to you, but all you can make out is your name. As you start to calm, Shanks stays inside you, laying his full body weight on you.

“you wanna know something, baby?”

“hmm”

“I've been in love with you since we were eleven,” he says like it's nothing. You go to protest, but he cuts you off to continue. “Buggy is too.”

“This is just the pussy making you talk crazy,” you say, too tired to deal with Shanks's bullshit.

“Nuh-uh. Bug and I used to talk about it whenever you went crying to Rayleigh that we were picking on you.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“We found our way back to you, didn't we? Do you really think we'd be using this tiny island in the middle of nowhere as a base if we weren't obsessed with you?” He says, hand-drawing patterns over your skin.

“Whatever. Just pull out and go to sleep” You huff, and Shanks does as you ask, gently pulling out of you and rolling onto his back. He waits for you to roll over before tucking himself against your back, pulling flush against his chest. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and lets you get comfortable. Just as he's about to drift off, you softly call his name.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Say I do love you back; what would happen?”

“Honestly, not much. We'd just be official. We can stop acting like this is just sexual. If Buggy can man up and admit his feelings, we can admit nothing between us was ever casual, and it was always supposed to be this way,” he says matter of factly. You nod, turning over in his arm so you can Bury your face in his chest.

“Good night, Shanks.”

“Good night, Baby.”

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The next morning, Shanks follows you around town like a lost puppy, shadowing you as you buy groceries for the bar. He helps you carry the bags back and even helps you put away your bags when you get back. He can't help but sneak kisses between tasks, not being discreet about your feelings for each other. He's also more antsy than usual; he's sticking close to you, looking around like a meerkat and absentmindedly playing with the fabric of your top when he isn't carrying something for you.

“Are you okay? You're not usually this antsy,” you say, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead like you're taking his temperature.

“I'm just keeping an eye out for Buggy” It's kind of sweet how desperately he wants to include Buggy.

“You'll hear him before you see him,” you say, making Shanks chuckle fondly. “And that probably won't be until later tonight. When he docks up here, I usually don't see him until my shift,” you inform him. Shanks nods, chilling out with your words.

A couple of his crewmates are already drinking in your bar as you clean up, so you're ready to open. Shanks’ men are nicer to you than Buggy's. Beckman is always a gentleman; he's even played security guard for you several times, kicking out patrons who wouldn't take no for an answer. When you ask Yasopp to lift his feet so you can sweep under his table, he swings his boots onto the chair opposite him with a sharp salute and a “yes, ma'am” that has you rolling your eyes.

In comparison, Buggy's crew aren't as welcoming. His business partners have never caused any problems when he's brought them in. Crocodile and Mihawk were initially intimidating, but you won them over with your selection of wine and the knowledge that you were once an apprentice of the pirate king. Alvida was happy to have another woman to talk to after being stuck with Buggy for so long. Outside of those three, his underlings had been rather cold, and you've occasionally had to shut down the bar due to their rowdiness. You dread the two crews meeting tonight and hope the relationship between the captains can enforce an amicable atmosphere between the crews.

Your coworker comes in to complete the opening and leaves you to get ready in the staff room. Your outfit consists of a black mini skirt and a matching black top. You've already done your hair and makeup, and you know Shanks is going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you until Buggy shows up.

As you walk back into the bar, your heels clack against the wood floor. You get a few whistles from Shanks' crew, and you're all but ambushed by the red-haired man himself, who basically corners you against the bar. His crew are no strangers to the affection between you and Shanks, so once they're done teasing their captain, they leave you be. Shanks wraps his arm around you, complimenting your outfit choice.

“Do you think you can behave yourself until Buggy gets here?” you ask as Shanks' hand cheekily slips beneath your skirt. You're suddenly reminded of Buggy doing the same thing to you with his hand. You roll your eyes at the similar tastes of your men.

“I don't know. You look good enough to eat”, Shanks growls, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek with an embarrassingly loud ‘muah’ noise that has your coworker fake gagging behind the bar. Shanks reluctantly lets you go and takes a seat at the bar. He watches you busy yourself with refilling his crew's drinks while you both wait for Buggy's arrival.

You don't have to wait long. About half an hour into your shift, the door swings open and Buggy storms in. He's by himself, meaning he probably saw Shanks through the window and sent his crew away. He's also red in the face - whether from embarrassment or rage is unclear.

“SHANKS” He yells, the top half of his body flying over to where Shanks is sitting while his legs run to catch up. Shanks looks up at Buggy fondly, and memories of your time together as a trio come flooding back as you observe them. Buggy screams something about Shanks embarrassing and betraying him, which Shanks merely laughs off. Buggy pauses mid-rant when his eyes land on you. “Hi y/n”

“Hi, Buggy,” you smile back, leaning over the bar to pull him into a kiss that clearly shocks him as it almost knocks his hat off. Shanks tilts his hat back onto his head and kisses Buggy's cheek, making him so flustered that you can practically see the steam radiating off him.

“Why don't we take our girl home and have a real conversation?” suggests Shanks. Buggy, unable to respond coherently, just nods, and Shanks tells you to get your stuff ready. You apologise to your coworker on the way out, who simply says she already knew this would happen. You and Shanks animatedly talk about the past while Buggy is uncharacteristically quiet, interjecting with his own point of view every so often. When you enter your house, you sit on the sofa, leaving your men to sit on either side of you.

“Why do we have to talk,” Buggy grumbles, tugging at the fabric of your skirt. “Why can't we just tear this off you, fuck you and then talk another time.”

“Because I don't want any problems between my favourite guys,” you say, batting your eyelashes at Buggy. Buggy gives in embarrassingly quickly, looking up at Shanks, who's bearing a similar expression to you. Buggy's heart squeezes as the feelings he's spent years suppressing rise to the surface.

“I'm not sure what I did to make you hate me,” says Shanks, but Buggy cuts him off.

“I don't hate you. I never hated you. I was willing to follow you through hell. We were supposed to find the one piece together, but then you changed your mind. I felt betrayed”

“I'm sorry, Buggy. I really am.” Shanks says, reaching across you to caress Buggy's cheeks. Buggy leans into the affection, making you smile warmly.

“Whatever. Can we get to the good stuff now? we'll handle all the emotions later.” Buggy says as his detached hand grazes Shanks’ crotch. “Besides, I think our princess wants some attention.” Shanks turns his attention to you, laughing at the pouty expression on your face. He is not done revelling in the fact that he finally has his two favourite people in front of him, so Shanks pulls Buggy in for a kiss that Buggy reciprocates with a quiet moan. They're clearly happy to have each other back, so while they kiss, you lean in and push Shanks's coat off his shoulders, pressing a kiss on his neck as you do so. When Shanks pulls away, he has a smear of lipstick around his mouth, making both Buggy and you laugh.

“You want some lipstick too, baby?” he asks, pulling you in for an enthusiastic kiss. Your teeth almost clash with how much force he puts into the kiss. It reminds you of how Buggy kisses you. It feels like he's overwhelmed and trying to pour some of his feelings onto you with his tongue, which he pushes into your mouth. You feel Buggy's mouth pressing against your neck as his hand plays with the front of your skirt. Buggy also lifts his head when you pull away from the steamy kiss. You can see how hard Shanks is, and you're sure Buggy is no different.

“There's more room on my bed than on here,” you say, starting to stand. Shanks also rises and lifts you over his shoulder. Buggy leads the way to your room, though Shanks is more than familiar with the layout of your house and lets one of his hands fly over to your ass. Your skirt isn't long enough to cover your whole ass in this position, so Buggy takes the opportunity to squeeze and grope your ass. You're thankful that Shanks is sturdy enough to be unphased by your squirming. Shanks drops you on the bed, leaving both of the men towering over you at the edge of the bed.

“There's still one thing that hasn't been addressed”, Says Shanks, twirling Buggy's hair around his finger. “Our insatiable girl has been fucking us for months behind each other's backs” You go to defend yourself and remind them that you were never exclusive with either of them, but Buggy's hands grab at you and pull you to sit up at the edge of your bed.

“You're right. I think she should have to answer for her actions. Any flashy punishments in mind?” Buggy asks. Shanks thinks it over for a second, picturing in his head all the positions both he and Buggy could put you in.

“You know how sensitive she is”, says Shanks and Buggy nods, more than familiar with how receptive you are to his touch. “I say we give her exactly what she wants; make her cum over and over again until her pretty body can't take anymore.” He says. It almost frustrates you how well they know you. Overstimulation is easy to achieve with you, and it's the perfect punishment that involves getting their dicks wet.

“I say one orgasm for every month she was hiding us from each other. When did you start seeing us, sweetheart?” Buggy asks, using his hand to keep your eyes on him. You know you can't lie. You started seeing Shanks first, and he's fully aware of how long he's had you back.

“Six months”, you say, your voice quiet. You're not even sure if you can handle that many orgasms, but you're willing to try. Both men start to strip as Buggy gruffly tells you to do the same. You're completely naked, and the two men are both in their underwear. Shanks instructs Buggy to sit up against the pillows on your bed. You do as you're told, as Shanks tells you to sit between Buggy's legs and back against his chest.

When you're in position, Shanks lies on his front, pulling you slightly down the bed so he can get a better angle to lick at your cunt. He shoves his tongue into your pussy, eating you out with vigour. He drags his tongue back up to your clit, lapping at it and then sucking at it. Your back arches away from Buggy as you cry out in pleasure. Buggy reaches up to play with your tits, adding to your stimulation. Shanks pushes two thick fingers into your pussy, as he all but makes out with it. Your fingers tangle in Shanks's beautiful red locks, similar to how he's tangled up in your heartstrings.

“Talk to us, pretty girl. Does that feel good?” Buggy asks, taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth. You frantically nod, and Shanks's tongue sends shockwaves through your whole body.

“Feels amazing”

“You gonna cum?” he asks, and you nod again, gasping out a yes as you feel the familiar stirring in your stomach. “You hear that, Shanks? She's gonna cum”

Shanks waits until your moans start to shake and then pulls away, slipping his fingers out your soaked cunt and over your shoulder into Buggy's waiting mouth. Having your orgasm ripped out from under you has you crying out and writhing in Buggy's arms. Buggy's unbothered by your whining as he sucks your juices off of Shanks’ fingers. He moves his arms down to wrap around your waist. The sigh has Shanks palming himself through his underwear. Shanks looks down at you, heart softening as your eyes, wet with frustration, blink up at him. You're not being bratty today, something that surprises him. You're far too excited to have both lovers in one place to act up now.

“I said we'd give you six orgasms. I didn't say we'd give them to you easily,” says Shanks, making Buggy laugh in your ear at the way you groan. You should've known the punishment would go further. Shanks leans back down to finish his meal but stops short of actually pressing his mouth to you to tease his fingers at the entrance to your hole. You beg him to do something, eyes screwed shut in frustration. Both men coo at your desperation. “I would if only I had something a bit thicker to fill up this pretty pussy with,” he says, holding his hand out to Buggy, who grumbles something about Shanks being annoying. You can feel that Buggy’s hard cock is no longer pressing against your back, and when you open your eyes, it's in Shanks's hand. “Open that pretty mouth and stick out your tongue”, he orders.

When you open your mouth, Shanks spits onto your waiting tongue and lays Buggy's cock down on it. You hear Buggy hiss at the sensation of your tongue against his cock. Shanks spits over Buggy's cock, using his tongue to spread the saliva. You can't believe how turned on you are by this. You didn't even consider using his power in the bedroom like this. Buggy is whimpering in your ear; the sound only makes you wetter.

“Stop teasing. We're supposed to punish her, not me,” says Buggy. Shanks apologises and pulls away, instructing you to suck Buggy's cock. You obey, egged on by the praise Buggy throws at you. Shank's pulls Buggy's cock from your mouth and pushes it into your hole. Both you and Buggy moan. Shanks's eyes are fixed on where Buggy’s cock is stretching you out. He slowly starts to move, and Buggy's grip on you tightens.

“How does she feel, Bug?”

“Warm. So fucking tight,” Buggy moans. Shanks leans down to continue his earlier task of licking at your sensitive clit. This time he doesn't stop licking and sucking until you're sent over the edge. Buggy is close too but holds off the best he can while your pussy clenches around him. You moan their names as Shanks stays in position between your legs, licking you through your high. When he finally sits up on his knees, he pulls Buggy's throbbing cock from your pussy and holds it up to your lips.

“Be a good girl and finish him off”, Shanks says, whispering encouragement as you accept it into your mouth.

“Fuck, Shanks let go of it. Hold her head in place,” growls Buggy. Shanks listens, moving his hand to get a firm grip on your hair, holding you in place as Buggy starts to face fuck you. You can feel Buggy clinging to you, telling you how good your mouth feels. It doesn't take long for Buggy to cum down your throat, and you do your best to swallow the whole load. Some drips from your mouth, which Shanks is quick to clean up with his tongue. Buggy's cock goes back to his body while Shanks helps turn you over so that you're straddling Buggy. Buggy immediately pulls you into a messy kiss as Shanks sits back to appreciate the two of you.

“You're both so pretty” He coos.

“You red-haired idiot, don't say things like that”, Buggy whines, obviously flustered.

You let Shanks guide you to the middle of the bed and bend you over, shoving a pillow beneath your hips for comfort. You hear Shanks ask Buggy to hand over his belt; moments later, your hands are secured behind your back. Shanks, who's now removed his underwear, slides his hard cock between your folds. He teases your hole, pushing his tip in and then pulling away. He waits a second to take in your pretty noises before giving in to your whining and pushing his cock. He's been hard since he saw you at the beginning of your bar shift, so it's a miracle he doesn't cum as soon as he feels your pussy wrapped around his cock. He lets out a moan that has both you and Buggy drooling from how good it sounds. Shanks starts to thrust and tells Buggy to watch how well you take his cock.

Buggy, who's tying his hair out of the way, looks up at Shanks, who tells him how pretty he looks. Buggy hasn't adjusted to how sappy Shanks is and flushes completely red. Instead of answering, he just pulls Shanks into an aggressive kiss. You can hear the sounds of their kisses behind you, and the sound makes you gush around his cock.

“You feel so fucking good”, groans Shanks, reaching, running his hand down your back to grip your hair and pull you upward against his chest. Buggy moves on the bed and is now in front of you. He kisses you and reaches a hand down to rub your clit. You moan into Buggy's mouth as he speeds up his fingers. “You're squeezing me so hard,” says Shanks, heavy thrusts jolting you forward.

You cum as Shanks ruts into you, chasing his own high. Your cries of pleasure make it difficult to kiss you, so Buggy moves his mouth to the crook of your neck, cooing praises into your skin. You hear Shanks behind you moaning and cursing, dangerously close to the edge with the way your pussy walls clench around him. He cums with a shaky groan, filling you up with his cum. He relinquishes his grip on your hair, chuckling fondly as you slump forward against Buggy. Shanks massages the sore area with his hand, giving you a moment to breathe.

“How many orgasms have you had now, pretty girl?” asks Shanks.

“Two”, you say, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

“Good girl, make sure you don't lose count.” Shanks and Buggy both guide you to lie on your back, and Shanks tells Buggy to hold your legs open. Buggy does as he's told, holds your legs spread, and pushes up your chest. Shanks grabs hold of Buggy's hair and pushes him down between your legs. “Clean her up for me.”

Buggy nods as he sticks his tongue inside of your cum filled Buggy. Shanks watches as Buggy eats Shanks's cum out of you. Buggy is eager to please as he licks at your cunt. It took him a while to get the hang of eating you out when you first started hooking up, but now he has an understanding of your body that no one else has. He works you over with his tongue, your post-orgasm sensitivity pushing you to the edge quickly. If you're this sensitive already, you dread to think how you'll feel after the next few orgasms you've been promised. Shanks looks from Buggy's face to yours and immediately recognises how close you are. He tells Buggy you're near and to make you cum now. Buggy pays extra attention to your clit as you attempt to buck up into his face. He holds you down as his tongue sends you over the edge and straight into an orgasm.

You writhe as you cum, drenching Buggy's face. Buggy remains unmoved, tongue still working at you even when you start to come down again. In fact, Buggy doesn't let up at all when your third orgasm quells; he pushes two fingers into you, ready to send you into a fourth orgasm. You're ascending from one plane of existence to the next as Buggy has the next orgasm building so quickly after your last. Every nerve in your body tingles and an odd feeling settles in your lower stomach.

Shanks looks on in awe; watching his two fated mates so animalistic has him too enamoured to even worry about his hardening cock. He's sure the way you're crying out for them is disturbing your neighbours, but he doesn't have it in him to care. Shanks watches as Buggy adds another finger. The pleasure is so intense that you shift up the bed, instinctively searching for something other than the sheets to grip. Shanks moves his hand from Buggy's hair to your face, caressing your cheek and running his thumb over your lips.

“Don't run from it, princess. Let Buggy make you cum” he says, voice soft. As if on cue, you're launched into another mind-blowing orgasm. It takes a second to register that you're gushing all over Buggy's face because Buggy seems completely unbothered by it, continuing to work you through your high and prolong your orgasm. Your body feels momentarily numb as you arch off the bed, shaking as you soak the sheets beneath you. Buggy finally relents, shifting back onto his knees, wiping his face with the back of his hand and messing up his makeup. You notice the way his face, neck and torso are dripping with your juices. You feel panic rise at the fact you've just squirted everywhere, but Shanks immediately stomps it back down by pulling you into a kiss.

Once you're rolled into a spot where you're not lying in a pool of cum, you get a glance of yourself in the mirror and almost recoil in shock. Your hair is messy, and your face is covered in smudged and transferred makeup. Your body is littered with remnants of lipstick and hickeys. When you look up at Shanks and Buggy, who look equally roughed up, they're staring at you with fondness in their eyes. You can't believe the men above you are looking at you with such hunger when you look this much of a mess.

“You're so beautiful,” says Shanks. Buggy's lipstick transferred onto your face almost makes it look like you have messy clown makeup on, and it causes a stir in Shanks’ crotch that he takes note of for future reference - maybe he’ll ask you to dig in Buggy’s makeup bag. Buggy is kneeling next to him, leaning on his shoulder to catch his breath. Most of his makeup is gone, having been transferred onto you and Shanks, but he still looks radiant to you. He has a smile settled on his face, a soft, content smile you don't see often from him. It makes your stomach warm to know you have this level of connection with two people. “Do you want to stop? We can stop if it's too much. Four orgasms is alot,” says Shanks, eyebrows furrowed in concern as he observes your ragged breathing. You frantically shake your head, immediately having an answer for him.

“I don't wanna stop,” you whine. You might be sensitive, but you crave as much of them as you can get. “Please. I want more,” you beg. You move your exhausted body to kneel in front of Shanks and push him down to lie on his back. Shanks easily does what you want him to, lying back but using his elbow to hold himself up and watch you.

You crawl on top of Shanks, straddling his hips and stare down his torso, examining the canvas on which you and Buggy have made art; bright red lipstick and shiny lip gloss cover his neck and chest. You don't waste any more time, grabbing ahold of his hard cock and guiding it to your hole so you can sink down on it. You feel Buggy's presence behind you and pull him closer to you so he can help guide you down. Buggy tells you to bend forward so he can join in. He grabs a bottle of lube from the night side table, spreads it over his fingers and pushes two against the tight rim of your hole. You gasp and clench around Shanks, who groans but is careful not to jolt you. Buggy works you open with his fingers until you've had enough and beg him to fuck you properly.

“Please put it in. I can take it. I need it so bad,” you beg, knowing Buggy would give it to you anyway. Shanks laughs from beneath you.

“Weren't you all fucked out from four orgasms like ten minutes ago?” He asks, amused by your sudden eagerness. “I didn't know you had crazy stamina,” he comments. Neither did you. Buggy pulls his fingers out of you and lines his cock up with your ass hole. His hands grip your hips, a steady presence as he pushes inside you.

You let out a strangled moan as they're both bottomed out inside of you; you've never been this full before. The three of you take a second to breathe, and in the silence, it hits you: you're physically connected to the two people you love most. You've always been theirs, always connected with them beyond romance, and always believed that your very livelihoods are intertwined. You're overcome with a feeling of genuine love.

“Please move. I need you so bad,” you whimper. Your heightened emotions have tears building in your eyes that don't go unnoticed by Shanks, who looks over your shoulder at Buggy and signals him to start moving. Both men begin to thrust, and it feels so good you find yourself clawing at Shanks’ chest. Shanks’ cock twitches inside you at the thought of the marks that will be left behind. The feeling of both men filling you up quickly overwhelms you, and the tears spill down your cheeks.

“Oh, pretty girl, you're crying for us. Does it feel that good?” coos Shanks. He reaches his hand up to wipe at the tears. Buggy’s lips trail your shoulder blades as he whispers praises into your skin. Your legs start to shake, and you can barely support yourself. You're about to cum again, and both men can feel it.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. Your ass feels amazing,” moans Buggy. “Cum for us. I know you want to,” he says, hand reaching around to rub your clit. Your hand intertwines with Shanks’, and you pin it down to the bed by his head, squeezing his palm as you approach your orgasm. Shanks tries the best he can to fuck up into you harder, planting his feet on the bed for leverage.

Your orgasm is intense, and you sob about how good it feels as you lose your balance and slump forward to bury your face in Shanks’ neck. Shanks and Buggy continue their movements, chasing their orgasms. You barely have time to recover before you cum again, holes spasming around your men. Your vision goes white, your body goes numb, and you gush all over Shanks’ torso. Buggy is next to follow, teeth sinking into your skin as he fills you up. Then Shanks cums with a pretty moan before stilling inside you. You all stay in this position; naked, connected and in a sticky mess of cum and sweat. You're on the verge of passing out, so Buggy is uncharacteristically gentle as he pulls out, shushing you when you whine at the feeling. Buggy helps Shanks lift you off of him, and then the pair of them get you over to the guest bed so Buggy can clean you up. Shanks strips your bed and prepares your sheets for cleaning first thing in the morning. Buggy finishes cleaning up the mess of cum between your legs and over your hips and starts to wipe at your makeup that was ruined by his own cosmetics. Shanks returns to the guest bedroom and leans against the doorframe to watch the intimate moment between you and Buggy. A smile settles on his lips as he watches Buggy steal a kiss while wiping your makeup off.

“Ready for bed, you two?” he asks as Buggy throws away the wipes. Your bed is only a double, so the sleeping arrangement ends up being you fully on top of Shanks, resting your head on his chest. Buggy tucks himself into Shanks’ side and rests an arm over you.

“Love you,” you mumble as you drift off. Buggy doesn't respond, as he is too flustered. Instead, he kisses your temple and lies back down to you in slumber.

“I love you too, baby. I love both of you,” says Shanks before closing his eyes.

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You wake up with your whole body feeling sore and drained of energy. You're noticeably alone, but you can hear the hushed voices of your lovers. You roll over to see them standing by the window, engrossed in conversation. Shanks is tucking Buggy's hair behind his ear, and Buggy looks like he’s been crying. You can’t see Shanks’ face, but imagine his expression must be similar.

“What are you guys talking about?” you ask, sitting up. Both men turn to you, looking startled. They hadn’t expected you to be awake yet. Buggy quickly wipes his tears, and Shanks wanders to the bed, sitting beside you.

“We were just clearing the air. You know that a lot happened between us, and Buggy and I were just working out our share of issues so that we could move forward with each other,” he says, leaning in to kiss your forehead and lips. Buggy hasn’t moved from his place by the window. “How are you feeling?” he asks, voice soft and deep.

“I’m okay. I feel sore, though,” you say, pouting at the two men who are the cause of your physical exhaustion. They both smirk at your pouty face, knowing damn well that you had asked them to wreck you.

“That's cute, baby. I didn’t mean that, though. I meant, how do you feel about our relationship?” Shanks clarifies. He calls Buggy to come and sit down with the two of you.

“I want to be official - no matter what happens, I'll always be yours - but how will it work? If you’re working towards being king of the pirates, you can't keep coming back here, or you’ll make no progress,” you say. Shanks nods, looking towards Buggy. The sombre atmosphere lifts as a smile splits across both of their faces.

“We spoke a bit about that earlier. It won’t be safe for you to stay here. If info about you gets out and other pirates try to go after you, you need to be somewhere we can protect you. So we think it would be good for you to come with one of us.” Buggy says, pausing to gauge your reaction. It’s been a long time since you’ve been on a pirate ship, but you have always been pretty good with a sword. Part of you feels nostalgic about being aboard a pirate ship again. Buggy and Shanks are both emperors so no matter who you went with, you'd be safer.

“If I do go with one of you, then what about the other?” you ask, not wanting anyone to be offended that you didn't pick them.

“Then we’ll keep in touch via den den mushi and letters. I'm sure we’ll also cross paths on some islands,” says Shanks.

“It’s been a long time since I've been part of a pirate crew, but I think I can go back if it means being with you”, you say, finally wearing a smile to match those of the men sitting next to you.

You still have a few days to think over and choose who you go with, so for now, you hold out your hands and insist one of them, who ends up being Buggy, carries you to your bathroom so that you can shower together. Shanks stares at you both with hearts in his eyes, and Buggy whisks you off to the shower.

“C’mon, red-haired, our girl needs us”, he calls from the bathroom, and Shanks appears in the doorframe moments later to see you seated on the counter while Buggy turns on the shower. You’re still naked, having not been clothed after last night, and Shanks walks over to you to stand between your legs. He leans in to press little kisses all over your skin, which you interrupt by pulling him up for a kiss.

“You two better behave in the shower, or I'll kick you out”, you say, gently scolding them for all the work they put your body through the night before. You glare at both of them, and Buggy rolls his eyes, pushing back the shower curtain so Shanks can lift you and place you under the water. Both men join you and are delicate as they wash you. They don't apologise for any marks left on you; they're pretty proud of them, but they leave little kisses on them as a thank you for bringing them back together. You had previously thought you’d been fated to a life behind that bar until the universe got your boys back to you. This feels right; it feels comfortable, and you believe in soulmates more and more as every moment passes.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. — monkey d. luffy x afab!reader. (+18)

warnings: slightly jealous luffy, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (cunnulingus), some slaps, drunk sex, breeding kink.

summary: luffy isn't jealous — except when it comes to you. after dancing with someone else, he decides to remind you exactly who you belong to.

a/n: this is my first work here, i hope you like it and sorry for any mistake. if i forgot something in the "warnings" that you think is necessary, please let me know.

luffy wasn't the possessive type — in fact, he was the opposite in almost every way — except when it came to you.

it was a two-way street, so to speak: he loved telling everyone you were part of his crew, proudly showing you off as his loyal companion and girlfriend. that was all well and good — until someone had acted in a way he found even remotely suspicious.

a long look from some guy while you walked down the street? a whistle? a casual touch from some poor soul at a bar who thought he had a shot? that was more than enough for him.

on some occasions, just luffy's piercing gaze was enough to put them in their place — but many times, not even that worked — he’d gladly jump into a fight the kind your crew would have to break up.

sometimes you loved the thrill of the danger; other times, not so much. it all depended on how sore you’d wake up the next morning.

on this day, the crew was celebrating happily on your ship after a victory. it was a beautiful afternoon, with the sun painting streaks across the sky in shades of pink and orange. the drinks were sweet, and the food was plentiful. everyone was dancing, all smiles and joy — or at least, that’s what was expected.

you were drunk, but not overly so — just enough to enjoy yourself — and dancing with sanji. despite his usual behavior with other women, he was always respectful towards you. his hands stayed in safe zones, and he twirled you just enough to keep up with the rhythm of the dance. you were having a great time, despite feeling certain eagle eyes boring into you from across the boat and over the firepit.

when the music ended, you sat down next to nami, who gave you a cheeky, drunken smile.

"you’re impossible, aren’t you?" she said to you.

"what did i do this time?" you said, though it came out more like a sigh.

"ask your boyfriend, who looks like he’s about to go for sanji’s throat any second. and look, you know i'm not one to defend him."

you let out a weak laugh in response. you knew luffy trusted both you and sanji. your jealousy had a habit of showing itself whenever men of questionable character came around. so then, what was this flicker of jealousy?

for a moment, you hoped it was just the drink making you see and hear things — his look, your friend’s comment, all of it.

as night fell, so did your companions. despite your exhaustion, you didn’t feel like sleeping just yet. you wandered across the deck, searching for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere in sight. was he in the cabin? you made your way toward it — only to feel a pair of hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back firmly and pressing you against the door.

"looking for me, pretty thing?" there was a new heaviness in luffy’s voice, deeper and rougher, as a grin spread across his face. his breath was warm on your neck, and you could almost hear the unspoken promise hanging in the air.

"yeah," you blushed slightly.

really? It must be the alcohol, you thought. years of being together, and a simple question could still throw you off balance.

he was under your skin — like fire, like gravity. just a look and your whole nervous system short-circuited.

"hrmm," he murmured, his hands leaving the doorframe where they'd been, trailing down to the hem of your skirt. they slid slowly down your thigh, the slightest touch enough to make you nervous and intoxicated. his mouth grazed your neck, slow and maddening, and you instinctively arched back — just enough to tempt him further. it was slow, sweet, until he turned you around, giving your ass a soft, unexpected slap.

"luffy?!" you murmured, a little stunned, suddenly realizing where you were — in the hallway, with the very real possibility of someone walking by and hearing everything.

"what's the problem? do you want me to stop? you can tell me to," he said, his voice even lower now. fuck, it drove you wild when he said it like that.

"it’s not that," you said. "it’s just that we’re in the hallway." your hand moved to the doorknob, turning it slowly. not daring to look back, you stepped forward, feeling him follow. suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the click of the lock rang out through the room.

you felt his hand on your waist again, pulling you close and turning you around. your arms brushed against luffy’s chest, and you felt one of his hands slowly glide down your body, coming to rest at the side of your neck.

in the blink of an eye, your mouths met. he kissed you fiercely, pulling away just enough for you to catch your breath. his hand rested on your strong waist, holding you in place if you tried to move.

all you could do in response was kiss him back, moaning softly against his mouth. every time you opened up, it was a chance for him to slip his tongue in, claiming you more thoroughly.

you knew part of it was his jealousy, but luffy was never the calm-in-bed type. when it came to you, he was nothing but visceral.

he stopped kissing you and, with the hand that had been on your neck, caressed your face. "you’re absurdly beautiful. it’s a shame you like to test my patience."

your eyes opened, locking with his. “i have no idea what you’re talking about, lu,” you said — god knows how much effort it took to string that simple sentence together.

"you don't know, huh? i'll show you then." he grabbed one of your thighs, lifting you up. in response, you lifted both your legs and intertwined them around luffy's hips. your intimacy rubbed against his hardness, and fuck, you felt a heat fill you just as you wanted him to do.

in the blink of an eye, you were on the bed, your blouse now a crumpled heap after luffy had ripped it open, buttons flying. his touch was rough, sending shockwaves straight to your core. you could come just from the way he was looking at you.

your blouse slipped off your shoulders, leaving your bra exposed. he pulled it down next, baring your breasts. with greedy hands, luffy grabbed them — they were completely vulnerable to his touch.

you looked at luffy and saw just how hungry he was — insatiable.

he grabbed one of your breasts while his mouth found the other. his tongue danced over the sensitive skin, teasing gently before nibbling and leaving hickeys you knew your companions would comment on later.

he then got off of you, looked at the mess you were in, and smiled ardently at the work he had done so far. at this point, even the slightest brush of his skin against yours made you moan — part pleasure, part embarrassment. but he didn’t mind; he loved seeing you this desperate for him.

his fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt. fuck, you were so wet your panties clung to you — warm, soaked, and shamelessly needy.

"lu, stop teasing me," you huffed, and your gaze locked with his. luffy’s eyes were dark — very dark and filled with sin. oh god. he was going to ruin you.

"tease you how? you mean like dancing with sanji all night — that kind of teasing?" he said, his voice thick with lust and desire.

he then pulled your panties aside, making you gasp at the touch. his fingers slid through your folds — slicker than he expected — before finding your clit, already aching from the sudden stimulation and the filthy kisses he'd given you.

"so ready for me. would he make you feel like this? would he make you this wet?" he growled.

you moved your hips, desperate for more friction, already starting to feel sore from the quick, shallow contact. you wanted him to fuck you now. but from the edge in his voice and the anger simmering just beneath the surface, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. maybe if you pushed the right buttons, he’d give in... but it was a risk. and you were a mess, needing him to fuck you hard.

he suddenly pulled his fingers away from you, and before you could even protest, a soft slap echoed through the room. luffy had slapped your pussy — gentle, but enough to make your back arch and a moan escape your lips.

"i asked you a question. why aren’t you answering me?" he said.

"no, he can't. no one can," you said — and apparently, that pleased him, because this time he moved closer, slipping a finger inside you. the sudden intrusion was lewd, and it pulled a moan from you, his name falling from your lips.

"please, luffy... hah, please..."

"please, what? use your words, kitten. i know you can," he said, his fingers moving faster against your core.

"please, i just want to come," you breathed. the alcohol and desire had thrown all your pride out the window.

he shifted his body beneath yours, making you acutely aware of how big he was. you watched his muscles tense and jump as he fingered you — the effort minimal for him.

that man — despite all his jokes and idiotic behavior — had an unreal ability to make you wet like venice in no time.

then he kissed you — slow, needy, nibbling at your mouth. his hand stilled only to tear your mouths apart, stripping you bare in seconds. with his body hovering over yours, luffy traced a path of kisses down your chest, across your breasts, and straight to your pussy — dripping wet, and all for him.

he didn’t waste a second — pulled you to the edge of the bed and smiled as he sank into you. his tongue slid along the wet trail he’d left between your legs, making your back arch as his name spilled from your lips. your fingers tangled in his black hair, you held on while he gripped your hips and fucked you with his mouth, relentless.

his tongue danced through every fold until it finally found your clit. once he claimed that sweet spot — and you started breathing heavier, moaning his name louder — he slid two fingers inside you, fucking you straight into your first orgasm.

it didn’t take long. the wine had already gone to your head back when you were still on the deck with your friends but the pleasure luffy gave you? it was stronger than any drug or drink — a hit straight to your nervous system.

you started grinding against his face, surprised that even though he was pissed, he was giving you so much freedom to just feel. no teasing. no games. just pleasure.

your orgasm hit you hard, making you tremble. your legs jerked in brief spasms as luffy removed his fingers, licking every inch of you, making you even more sensitive. "fuck, you're so delicious."

as your breath steadied, you looked up — and there he was, undressing before you. each muscle, each scar, every inch of him was a masterpiece of desire. in that moment, he was yours entirely, a vision of raw, unfiltered perfection.

luffy moved on top of you, cradling your face as he kissed you eagerly, letting you taste a hint of him. nestled between your legs, the slick head of his arousal brushed against your still-sensitive core, amplifying the aftershocks of your recent climax

he rubbed his cock against your cunt a few times, making you moan. you moved your hips in search of more friction, but luffy held you back.

"for someone who just came, you're eager, don't you think? we've barely started," he said.

"luffy, please... just fuck me" you begged.

he entered you without warning, eliciting a thirsty moan from both of you. you were so wet and needy that it wasn’t a painful intrusion, but rather a pleasurable one. even so, he waited for you to adjust to his long, thick member before finally starting to move.

"you feel so good," you heard him say, his voice dropping an octave as he slid inside you.

he finally started pounding into you, his hips slamming against yours. the feeling of him filling you sent a jolt straight to your core, making you writhe in pure pleasure. he fucked you hard, one hand gripping your thigh while the other pressed into your hip.

your hands moved to luffy's back, smoothing over the tangle of muscles. you felt yourself clench around him as he removed your hands and pinned them above your head.

"humm, pretty, don't squeeze me like that, you're gonna make me cum," he said.

"come right on me," you moaned. you knew you had won, that you'd taken away his anger and jealousy, but luffy hated giving up. he pulled out of you, and before you could complain, he flipped you over, leaving you on all fours. luffy entered you again, giving your ass a slap that left you dizzy with pleasure.

in this position, one of luffy's hands moved to your hip, his fingers reaching your pussy. he touched you, massaging your clitoris again, sending a rush of electricity to your brain that made your arms give out, causing your face to fall onto the bed.

you heard his laughter behind you. forget it, he had won this one.

the touch on your sensitive core combined with the strong, rhythmic thrusts made you cum for the second time. luffy knew that in this position his cock reached your deepest, most sensitive spot — that in this position, you felt him even bigger and it was easier for you to come. he knew you well enough to press all the right buttons to dismantle you.

he pulled out of you, leaving you completely empty. you could hear the rustling of the sheets and the creak of the bed as luffy settled on his side. his cock glistened with your cum, still hard, his eyes hungry as they locked onto you.

you adjusted yourself, sitting up, your brain still processing the orgasm you'd just had. the inside of your thighs trembled, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you slowly returned to the real world.

he looked at you, taking in the mess you were, leaving you intoxicated. luffy then moved his hand to his cock, giving it a few strokes, his head tilting back. he had a lot of self-control when it came to cumming, especially if he wanted to fuck you senseless.

he was nothing short of a fucking sex god, sent to drive you crazy.

"sit on me," you heard him say. without hesitation, you crawled on all fours toward him, sliding one hand over his shoulder and bringing your thighs to rest on either side of him.

you slid down and started moving. luffy then placed his hands on your waist, but made no attempt to move you. he let you ride him, desperate for your orgasm, while he smiled in satisfaction at the sight of your breasts swaying above him. you knew how much he loved watching you grind on his cock, and you spared no effort in making him cum.

after a few moments, you could tell how close he was when his moans grew softer and his cock started to throb. "i'm close... i'm going to cum in you, fill you up completely. tomorrow, everyone will know you're mine," he finally murmured.

You could only smile at the statement, which was also a request. of course, he wouldn’t do it if you didn’t allow it, but as your pussy clenched around him after his words, he knew he could.

"yes, please," you gasped, grinding your hips. the feeling of your hips and clit rubbing against his pelvis sent shivers down your spine.

finally, you felt him grip your waist, spilling himself into you. his cock throbbed, filling you completely. luffy moaned fervently beneath you, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in ecstatic frenzy. he was beautiful — completely beautiful.

you kept rocking your hips even after he came, chasing your final orgasm of the night.

luffy caught his breath and started moving his hips against yours, making you feel every inch of him still deep inside you. the sensation of him, still so big and hard inside you, sent another wave of pleasure through your body. that, combined with the friction on your sensitive clit, made you come hard — this time squirting around his cock.

you heard his sweet, satisfied laugh as one of your hands reached back for support. you collapsed onto his chest, moaning softly and seeing stars.

"are you okay, my love?" he finally said. you raised your eyes and saw luffy's, now without any more lust, just the kindness he always carried.

"yeah, i'm fine." you said, finally pulling away from him.

luffy watched as you lay down beside him, turning onto your side.

he grabbed a towel and gently cleaned you up, tossing it somewhere across the room without a care.

you smiled as he lay down with you, his fingers gliding over your skin with slow devotion. his eyes grew a little distant, so you gently pulled his hand to your chest and he looked at you.

"something wrong?" you said, breaking the silence.

"i'm afraid of losing you," he replied, his voice now softer.

"to who? our cook? i think he loves you more than i do," you joked, but he still seemed distant.

"lu," you said, your voice now more serious. "you’ll never lose me to anyone, ever. your friends might love me, sure, but not like that. and honestly, no man in this world could ever make me feel the way you do. not in a million years."

the sudden declaration made him smile.

he pulled you close, and you snuggled into his chest. both of you were sleepy, warm in each other's arms. you could’ve easily fallen asleep like that — but you were sweaty and in need of a shower.

"come on, let's take a shower," you said softly, watching as his smile melted into another pout.

"ugh, nooooo!" he whined, his voice muffled against your skin.

"if you don't go, i won't come near you again until you take a shower," you said

he immediately pulled away from your arms and marched toward the bathroom.

you smiled and followed him. in the end, this was just right.

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Do you think about writing with shanks? It can be nsfw or sfw

yes, i think about it a lot! i have some ideas that i'm trying to develop, and i was also thinking about reading more about him to do this

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. — monkey d. luffy x afab!reader. (+18)

warnings: slightly jealous luffy, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (cunnulingus), some slaps, drunk sex, breeding kink.

summary: luffy isn't jealous — except when it comes to you. after dancing with someone else, he decides to remind you exactly who you belong to.

a/n: this is my first work here, i hope you like it and sorry for any mistake. if i forgot something in the "warnings" that you think is necessary, please let me know.

luffy wasn't the possessive type — in fact, he was the opposite in almost every way — except when it came to you.

it was a two-way street, so to speak: he loved telling everyone you were part of his crew, proudly showing you off as his loyal companion and girlfriend. that was all well and good — until someone acted in a way he found even remotely suspicious.

a long look from some guy while you walked down the street? a whistle? a casual touch from some poor soul at a bar who thought he had a shot? that was more than enough for him.

on some occasions, just luffy's piercing gaze was enough to put them in their place — but many times, not even that worked — he’d gladly jump into a fight the kind your crew would have to break up.

sometimes you loved the thrill of the danger; other times, not so much. it all depended on how sore you’d wake up the next morning.

on this day, the crew was celebrating happily on your ship after a victory. it was a beautiful afternoon, with the sun painting streaks across the sky in shades of pink and orange. the drinks were sweet, and the food was plentiful. everyone was dancing, all smiles and joy — or at least, that’s what was expected.

you were drunk, but not overly so — just enough to enjoy yourself — and dancing with sanji. despite his usual behavior with other women, he was always respectful towards you. his hands stayed in safe zones, and he twirled you just enough to keep up with the rhythm of the dance. you were having a great time, despite feeling certain eagle eyes boring into you from across the boat and over the firepit.

when the music ended, you sat down next to nami, who gave you a cheeky, drunken smile.

"you’re impossible, aren’t you?" she said to you.

"what did i do this time?" you said, though it came out more like a sigh.

"ask your boyfriend, who looks like he’s about to go for sanji’s throat any second. and look, you know i'm not one to defend him."

you let out a weak laugh in response. you knew luffy trusted both you and sanji. your jealousy had a habit of showing itself whenever men of questionable character came around. so then, what was this flicker of jealousy?

for a moment, you hoped it was just the drink making you see and hear things — his look, your friend’s comment, all of it.

as night fell, so did your companions. despite your exhaustion, you didn’t feel like sleeping just yet. you wandered across the deck, searching for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere in sight. was he in the cabin? you made your way toward it — only to feel a pair of hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back firmly and pressing you against the door.

"looking for me, pretty thing?" there was a new heaviness in luffy’s voice, deeper and rougher, as a grin spread across his face. his breath was warm on your neck, and you could almost hear the unspoken promise hanging in the air.

"yeah," you blushed slightly.

really? It must be the alcohol, you thought. years of being together, and a simple question could still throw you off balance.

he was under your skin — like fire, like gravity. just a look and your whole nervous system short-circuited.

"hrmm," he murmured, his hands leaving the doorframe where they'd been, trailing down to the hem of your skirt. they slid slowly down your thigh, the slightest touch enough to make you nervous and intoxicated. his mouth grazed your neck, slow and maddening, and you instinctively arched back — just enough to tempt him further. it was slow, sweet, until he turned you around, giving your ass a soft, unexpected slap.

"luffy?!" you murmured, a little stunned, suddenly realizing where you were — in the hallway, with the very real possibility of someone walking by and hearing everything.

"what's the problem? do you want me to stop? you can tell me to," he growled. fuck, it drove you wild when he said it like that.

"it’s not that," you said. "it’s just that we’re in the hallway." your hand moved to the doorknob, turning it slowly. not daring to look back, you stepped forward, feeling him follow. suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the click of the lock rang out through the room.

you felt his hand on your waist again, pulling you close and turning you around. your arms brushed against luffy’s chest, and you felt one of his hands slowly glide down your body, coming to rest at the side of your neck.

in the blink of an eye, your mouths met. he kissed you fiercely, pulling away just enough for you to catch your breath. his hand rested on your strong waist, holding you in place if you tried to move.

all you could do in response was kiss him back, moaning softly against his mouth. every time you opened up, it was a chance for him to slip his tongue in, claiming you thoroughly.

you knew part of it was his jealousy — but you also knew luffy wasn’t the calm-in-bed type. when it came to you, he was... visceral. it made you nervous, but also hungry for more.

he stopped kissing you and, with the hand that had been on your neck, caressed your face. "you’re absurdly beautiful. it’s a shame you like to test my patience."

your eyes opened, locking with his. “i have no idea what you’re talking about, lu,” you said — god knows how much effort it took to string that simple sentence together.

"you don't know, huh? i'll show you then." he grabbed one of your thighs, lifting you up. in response, you lifted both your legs and intertwined them around luffy's hips. your intimacy rubbed against his hardness, and fuck, you felt a heat fill you just as you wanted him to do.

in the blink of an eye, you were on the bed, your blouse now a crumpled heap after luffy had ripped it open, buttons flying. his touch was rough, sending shockwaves straight to your core. you could come just from the way he was looking at you.

your blouse slipped off your shoulders, leaving your bra exposed. he pulled it down next, baring your breasts. with greedy hands, luffy grabbed them — they were completely vulnerable to his touch.

you looked at luffy and saw just how hungry he was. insatiable.

he grabbed one of your breasts while his mouth found the other. his tongue danced over the sensitive skin, teasing gently before nibbling and leaving hickeys you knew your companions would comment on later.

he then got off of you, looked at the mess you were in, and smiled ardently at the work he had done so far. at this point, even the slightest brush of his skin against yours made you moan — part pleasure, part embarrassment. but he didn’t mind; he loved seeing you this desperate for him.

his fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt. fuck, you were so wet your panties clung to you — warm, soaked, and shamelessly needy.

"lu, stop teasing me," you huffed, and your gaze locked with his. luffy’s eyes were dark — very dark and filled with sin. oh god. he was going to ruin you.

"tease you how? you mean like dancing with sanji all night — that kind of teasing?" he said, his voice thick with lust and desire.

he then pulled your panties aside, making you gasp at the touch. his fingers slid through your folds — slicker than he expected — before finding your clit, already aching from the sudden stimulation and the filthy kisses he'd given you.

"so ready for me. would he make you feel like this? would he make you this wet?" he growled.

you moved your hips, desperate for more friction, already starting to feel sore from the quick, shallow contact. you wanted him to fuck you now. but from the edge in his voice and the anger simmering just beneath the surface, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. maybe if you pushed the right buttons, he’d give in... but it was a risk. and you were a mess, needing him to fuck you hard.

he suddenly pulled his fingers away from you, and before you could even protest, a soft slap echoed through the room. luffy had slapped your pussy — gentle, but enough to make your back arch and a moan escape your lips.

"i asked you a question. why aren’t you answering me?" he said.

"no, he can't. no one can," you said — and apparently, that pleased him, because this time he moved closer, slipping a finger inside you. the sudden intrusion was lewd, and it pulled a moan from you, his name falling from your lips.

"please, luffy... hah, please..."

"please, what? use your words, kitten. i know you can," he said, his fingers moving faster against your core.

"please, i just want to come," you breathed. the alcohol and desire had thrown all your pride out the window.

he shifted his body beneath yours, making you acutely aware of how big he was. you watched his muscles tense and jump as he fingered you — the effort minimal for him.

that man — despite all his jokes and idiotic behavior — had an unreal ability to make you wet like venice in no time.

then he kissed you — slow, needy, nibbling at your mouth. he only stopped to strip off the rest of your clothes, ripping away your skirt and lingerie until you were completely bare. with his body hovering over yours, luffy traced a path of kisses down your chest, across your breasts, and straight to your pussy — dripping wet, and all because and for him.

he didn’t waste a second — pulled you to the edge of the bed and smiled as he sank into you. his tongue slid along the wet trail he’d left between your legs, making your back arch as his name spilled from your lips. your fingers tangled in his black hair, you held on while he gripped your hips and fucked you with his mouth, relentless.

his tongue danced through every fold until it finally found your clit. you gasped, your body tightening as he claimed that sweet spot. and then, just as you were about to explode, he slid two fingers inside, fucking you into your first orgasm.

it didn’t take long. the wine had already gone to your head back when you were still on the deck with your friends but the pleasure luffy gave you? it was stronger than any drug or drink — a hit straight to your nervous system.

you started grinding against his face, surprised that even though he was pissed, he was giving you so much freedom to just feel. no teasing. no games. just pleasure.

your orgasm hit you hard, making you tremble. your legs jerked in brief spasms as luffy removed his fingers, licking every inch of you, making you even more sensitive. "fuck, you're so delicious."

as your breath steadied, you looked up — and there he was, undressing before you. each muscle, each scar, every inch of him was a masterpiece of desire. in that moment, he was yours entirely, a vision of raw, unfiltered perfection.

luffy moved on top of you, cradling your face as he kissed you eagerly, letting you taste a hint of you. nestled between your legs, the slick head of his arousal brushed against your still-sensitive core, amplifying the aftershocks of your recent climax

he rubbed his cock against your cunt a few times, making you moan. you moved your hips in search of more friction, but luffy held you back.

"for someone who just came, you're eager, don't you think? we've barely started," he said.

"luffy, please... just fuck me" you begged.

he entered you without warning, eliciting a thirsty moan from both of you. you were so wet and needy that it wasn’t a painful intrusion, but rather a pleasurable one. even so, he waited for you to adjust to his long, thick member before finally starting to move.

"you feel so good," you heard him say, his voice dropping an octave as he slid inside you.

he finally started pounding into you, his hips slamming against yours. the feeling of him filling you sent a jolt straight to your core, making you writhe in pure pleasure. he fucked you hard, one hand gripping your thigh while the other pressed into your hip.

your hands moved to luffy's back, smoothing over the tangle of muscles. you felt yourself clench around him as he removed your hands and pinned them above your head.

"humm, pretty... don't squeeze me like that, you're gonna make me cum," he said.

"come right on me," you moaned. you knew you had won, that you'd taken away his anger and jealousy, but luffy hated giving up. he pulled out of you, and before you could complain, he flipped you over, leaving you on all fours. luffy entered you again, giving your ass a slap that left you dizzy with pleasure.

in this position, one of luffy's hands moved to your hip, his fingers reaching your pussy. he touched you, massaging your clitoris again, sending a rush of electricity to your brain that made your arms give out, causing your face to fall onto the bed.

you heard his low laughter behind you — smug, knowing. forget it, he’d won this one, and he damn well knew it.

the touch on your sensitive core combined with the strong, rhythmic thrusts made you cum for the second time. luffy knew that in this position his cock reached your deepest, most sensitive spot — that in this position, you felt him even bigger and it was easier for you to come. he knew you so well, he could make you fall apart with just a few well-placed moves.

he pulled out of you, leaving you completely empty. you could hear the rustling of the sheets and the creak of the bed as luffy settled on his side. his cock glistened with your creamy arousal, still hard. his eyes hungry as they locked onto you.

you adjusted yourself, sitting up, your brain still processing the orgasm you'd just had. the inside of your thighs trembled, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you slowly returned to the real world.

he looked at you, taking in the mess you were, leaving you intoxicated. luffy then moved his hand to his cock, giving it a few strokes, his head tilting back. he had a lot of self-control when it came to cumming, especially if he wanted to fuck you senseless.

he was nothing short of a fucking sex god, sent to drive you crazy.

"sit on me," you heard him say. without hesitation, you crawled on all fours toward him, sliding one hand over his shoulder and bringing your thighs to rest on either side of him.

you slid down and started moving. luffy then placed his hands on your waist, but made no attempt to move you. he let you ride him, desperate for your orgasm, while he smiled in satisfaction at the sight of your breasts swaying above him. you knew how much he loved watching you grind on his cock, and you spared no effort in making him cum.

after a few moments, you could tell how close he was when his moans grew hard and his cock started to throb. "i'm so fucking close... i want to cum inside you, fill you up completely. tomorrow, everyone will know you're mine," he finally murmured.

You could only smile at the statement, which was also a request. of course, he wouldn’t do it if you didn’t allow it, but as your pussy clenched around him after his words, he knew he could.

"yes, please," you gasped, grinding your hips. the feeling of your hips and clit rubbing against his pelvis sent shivers down your spine.

finally, you felt him grip your waist, spilling himself into you. his cock throbbed, filling you completely. luffy moaned fervently beneath you, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in ecstatic frenzy. he was beautiful — completely beautiful.

you kept rocking your hips even after he came, chasing your final orgasm of the night.

luffy caught his breath and started moving his hips against yours, making you feel every inch of him still deep inside you. the sensation of him, still so big and hard inside you, sent another wave of pleasure through your body. that, combined with the friction on your sensitive clit, made you come hard — this time squirting around his cock.

you heard his sweet, satisfied laugh as one of your hands reached back for support. you collapsed onto his chest, moaning softly and seeing stars.

"are you okay, my love?" he finally said. you raised your eyes and saw luffy's, now without any more lust, just the kindness he always carried.

"yeah, i'm fine." you said, finally pulling away from him.

luffy watched as you lay down beside him, turning onto your side.

he grabbed a towel and gently cleaned you up, tossing it somewhere across the room without a care.

you smiled as he lay down with you, his fingers gliding over your skin with slow devotion. his eyes grew a little distant, so you gently pulled his hand to your chest and he looked at you.

"something wrong?" you said, breaking the silence.

"i'm afraid of losing you," he replied, his voice now softer.

"to who? our cook? i think he loves you more than i do," you joked, but he still seemed distant.

"lu," you said, your voice now more serious. "you’ll never lose me to anyone, ever. your friends might love me, sure, but not like that. and honestly, no man in this world could ever make me feel the way you do. not in a million years."

the sudden declaration made him smile.

he pulled you close, and you snuggled into his chest. both of you were sleepy, warm in each other's arms. you could’ve easily fallen asleep like that — but you were sweaty and in need of a shower.

"come on, let's take a shower," you said softly, watching as his smile melted into another pout.

"ugh, nooooo!" he whined, his voice muffled against your skin.

"if you don't go, i won't come near you again until you take a shower," you said

he immediately pulled away from your arms and marched toward the bathroom.

you smiled and followed him. in the end, this was just right.

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Got me feeln all kinds of ways, don't ya

Pairings. M.D.Luffy- R.Zoro- V.Sanji - shanks - T.Law - P.D.Ace - E.Kid

summary. Fav part on your body

— (a/n): DARLING!, every inch of you is perfect. Plus request are open (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Monkey D. Luffy – Your Hands

Luffy is fascinated by your hands. Whether they’re soft, calloused, or adorned with tattoos, he loves them because they’re yours. He’s constantly grabbing them, playing with your fingers absentmindedly, or holding them against his cheek. He especially adores when you feed him—his eyes light up every time you bring food to his lips, and he sometimes playfully nibbles on your fingers just to make you laugh. And when you ruffle his hair with those same hands? He melts.

But Luffy’s obsession goes beyond just holding them—he finds comfort in them. If he’s sleepy, he’ll take your hand and press it against his cheek, his lashes fluttering as he hums in contentment. If he’s excited, he’ll grab both of your hands and swing them around, his laughter ringing through the air. And if he’s feeling extra affectionate? He’ll kiss your palms, grinning up at you before pressing them against his face dramatically. And when you cup his face in your hands, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, his usual playful energy softens. His lips part slightly, his expression suddenly unreadable. He stares at you—wide-eyed, almost mesmerized—before he suddenly grins, rubbing his face even further into your touch like an overgrown puppy. “Heh, your hands feel nice,” he mumbles, before promptly biting your finger again, his laughter echoing through the air as you scold him.

Roronoa Zoro – Your Back

Zoro has a thing for your back—he won’t outright say it, but his actions make it obvious. Whenever you wear something that exposes even a hint of skin, his eyes linger. He finds something undeniably strong yet elegant about the way your back curves when you move. If you have scars, he respects them deeply, running his fingers over them with quiet admiration. If you have tattoos, he studies them in silent appreciation, perhaps even tracing them when you’re resting together. And when you stretch, arms raised above your head, your back arching slightly? He has to physically stop himself from pulling you into his arms.

But if he’s feeling bold—or maybe just a little tipsy—he’ll step up behind you, fingers ghosting over the bare skin of your spine, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “You’re showing off, aren’t you?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s a rough edge to it, like he’s holding himself back. “Knowing you’re what man need”. If you turn to face him, expecting him to retreat, he doesn’t—he just smirks, eyes locked onto yours, before running a calloused hand down your back with slow, deliberate intent.

Sanji – Your Neck

Sanji worships your neck. It’s his personal sanctuary, a place where his lips constantly find their way. He loves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his hands settle on your waist. His kisses are slow and lingering, sometimes teasing, sometimes desperate. He whispers sweet nothings against your skin, praising you like you’re the most divine being in existence. If you wear something that exposes your neck—off-the-shoulder tops, delicate necklaces—he’s doomed. He’ll place kisses there absentmindedly, even in public, murmuring, “Mon amour, you’re making it very hard to behave.”

If you wear something that leaves your neck exposed—whether it’s an elegant dress or just a loose button-down—Sanji is done for. He’ll run his fingers over the delicate skin absentmindedly, his touch featherlight, his breath hitching slightly. And if you so much as tilt your head, offering him more space? He’s pressing his lips against you instantly, But his favorite? When you’re cooking together and he sneaks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips graze your neck as he murmurs something about how beautiful you look, and before you can even react, he’s already pressing a lingering kiss to your pulse. He lives for the way you shiver under his touch, and you can feel the satisfied smirk against your skin.

Shanks – Your Breasts

Shanks is shameless. He doesn’t try to hide his admiration—he fully embraces it. He loves resting his head against your chest after a long day, sighing contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair. He’s the type to slip his hand under your shirt absentmindedly, not necessarily with ulterior motives, but just to feel your warmth. If you wear something that accentuates your figure, expect him to tease you endlessly. He’s the kind of man who smirks, takes a sip of his drink, and drawls, “how god create something perfect like you” before pulling you into his lap.

He’s convinced that anything can make your breasts look even sexier, and once the idea enters his head, it stays there. One day, in that deep, playful voice of his, he casually suggests, “You know, a piercing right here—” his finger traces between your breasts, his touch featherlight yet purposeful, ”—would look absolutely stunning on you.” If you decide to tease him back, tilting your head with a smirk and saying, “How about nipple piercings instead?”—his reaction is immediate. His grip on your waist tightens, his pupils darken, and he exhales sharply through his nose, as if he’s just been hit with a vision too tempting to handle. He leans in, voice rough with amusement and something deeper, “get ‘em, I’d love to feel them on my tongue.”

Trafalgar Law – Your Collarbone & Shoulders

Law is a man of precision, and there’s something about your collarbones and shoulders that drives him crazy. Maybe it’s the sharp elegance of them, the way they peek through when you wear certain outfits, or the way his fingers trace over them absentmindedly when you’re lying together. He appreciates the way they flex subtly when you move, the strength hidden beneath softness. If you have tattoos here, he’s even more obsessed—he studies them with sharp, quiet interest, his fingers brushing over the ink as he asks about their meaning. And when he’s feeling particularly possessive? He marks you with slow, deliberate kisses, leaving faint traces of his touch behind.

When he’s feeling possessive, he won’t just admire—he’ll mark. His lips will graze over your collarbone, pressing slow, deliberate kisses, his grip tightening on your waist. He’s not one for open displays of affection, but the moment you’re alone? His hands are on your shoulders, his mouth tracing along your collarbone.

Portgas D. Ace – Your Hips

Ace has a love for your hips, and he’s not shy about it. His hands naturally settle there, whether he’s pulling you closer, steadying you after a stumble, or just holding you while talking. He likes the way they move when you walk—so much so that he often ends up staring without realizing it. He’s the type to hook a finger into the waistband of your pants or skirt, tugging playfully just to see your reaction. If you have dimples on your lower back, he’s obsessed, pressing kisses there whenever he gets the chance. And when you straddle his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders? He swears you’re going to be the death of him.

He loves how easy it is to tease you when he has his hands on your hips. He’ll grip them suddenly, just to see you react, and his grin only widens when you give him a playful shove. And if you’re straddling him, hands braced against his chest? He’s gone. His fingers tighten instinctively, his voice rough as he chuckles, “you make me feel like a dream”

But the real kicker? If you jokingly sway your hips while walking away, knowing he’s watching. He’ll groan dramatically, running a hand down his face, before catching up with you, tossing an arm around your waist. “You can’t just do that and expect me to hold on,” he huffs, but the way his fingers flex against your hip tells you he’s not complaining.

Eustass Kid – Your Thighs

Kid is obsessed with your thighs. He loves the way they feel under his hands, whether they’re soft or toned, and he often absentmindedly grips them when you sit close to him. He’s the type to pull you onto his lap with zero hesitation, his metal hand resting heavily on your thigh like a silent claim. If you wear something that shows them off—shorts, skirts, anything that accentuates their shape—he’s staring. And if you dare to tease him, pressing your legs together in a way that draws his attention? He’ll lean in, voice low and full of challenge, “you wanna play bad bitch role ~ hmm?”

If you wear something that shows them off—shorts, skirts, anything that accentuates their shape—he’s staring. He won’t even try to hide it, his red eyes dark with something dangerous. And if you catch him looking, raising an eyebrow at him in amusement? He just smirks and shrugs, completely unashamed. “Not my fault you look this divine.” But his absolute favorite? When you’re sitting with your legs draped over his lap, and he gets to absentmindedly trace patterns along your skin. His touch is rough yet oddly tender, and if you tease him about it, he just grunts, “Shut the fuck up,” but doesn’t stop. And if you so much as playfully squeeze his waist with your thighs? He growls, his grip tightening as he leans in, voice low and taunting, “they will look perfect spread, don’t you think?”

🔥HOT DAMN🔥

So this is what I’ve been busy with for a couple a months. You’ve all seen the drawings and WIPs of Sanji, Marco, Zoro, etc. But finally it’s don! And I’m super happy that’s it’s finished and I hope you guys like it!

Your Eyes.

Shanks x GN!Reader. Angst(?) but not relationship angst. It's mostly violence. Also mostly focused on reader. 3268 words.

Desc: You decide to visit your parent their high class prison cell.

TW: Explicit gore, parental yelling, and violence.

Drip.. drip.. drip..

The sounds of wet stone leaking water from above, the condensation dropping to the ground in sharp rhythmic echoes like the beats in your chest as you make your way down into this underground prison. A small part of this island, kept just to hold them.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” Shanks says, accompanying you. “They aren’t a part of your life anymore.” A nice thing for him to say despite how untrue it is.

“They’ve always been embedded in me, no matter the fun I’ve had with you.” You mumble and the two of you walk in silence, stopping in front of a metal door.

“Call for me if anything happens, I’ll be waiting outside for you.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek, squeezing your hand gently. He doesn’t want to wait outside, but you told him you needed to face this alone. You take a deep breath and grip the handle, opening the door and stepping inside. It shuts behind you and you can see the figure inside. There they are. Ankles shackled to the ground with chains restricting their arms, pulling them up and towards the sides of the walls. Yet as you walk closer to their kneeling form, they’re unresponsive, staying on their knees with their head down.

“It’s me.” You state even with their lack of reaction. Then their head lifts up, ever so slightly. Unnoticeable to a regular person yet you notice it, learned to be attentive to every little detail they show. However, despite the reaction they’re silent. “I’ve been moving on, gone to better things. Despite what happened I have-”

“Have?” Their voice is raspy and they chuckle. You bite your lip.

“Yes. I have a lot now.” You steel your heart, you need to, you made the choice to come here and face them.

“So? Have you come here to brag about your new life?” You see them smile from where you make out the lower half of their face. Their lips are chapped. Before you let it disturb you you remind yourself that you need to stay calm. They are the one chained, not you.

“I’m here to fully move on.” At your words they perk up more, their smile turning to a grin as they lean their head back and laugh. Cackling and laughing despite the clear dryness of their throat.

“Move on!? This is what your little visit is about?” They laugh and laugh before taking a deep breath and sighing, their smile quickly turning to a snarl. “What a fucking joke.” They lean back despite the chains wrapping around their arms putting pressure on their joints, eyes filled with insanity finally peeking through.

“It’s not a joke. I’m moving on from you.” Your voice is full of determination yet they look to the side, uninterested.

“What a reason to come here. Moving on from me. Haven’t you done enough?” Bored, as if you’re doing this for nothing.

“I haven’t, I have a new family, and a partner.” Your parent scoffs.

“So?” They motion around the room. “Where are they?”

“He’s out-”

“Not him. Your child.” They spout and you freeze.

“I don’t.. have one.” You’re biting your lip again.

“So you don’t have one..” They rest the back of their head on the wall. “Yet you came to admonish me.” They suddenly grit their teeth so hard you can hear it. “Bullshit. Bullshit bullshit bullshit. All of it.” Shakily, they stand, legs weak from being in this prison. “You have a lover, a new ‘family’. How dare you.” You start to shake as their eyes lock onto you.

“I haven’t done anything wrong. I just take things at my own pace.” Right as you say that they struggle against their chains.

“NOTHING WRONG!? NOTHING WRONG!? YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT WRONG!” The chains hold them back no matter how much they thrash. “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT I’VE HAD TO SACRIFICE BECAUSE OF YOU!” They start to pant, going limp and stepping back. “You know nothing about having a child yet you come here to act as if you’ve got everything figured out. Ahh..” Their eyes shake. “You don’t know about what happens, what you have to do. What I had to do.” They struggle a bit more. “I can’t even point at you.”

“Good. You should stay here.” You step forward, staring them down. “Where you belong.”

“Where I belong. Ha. The way you dare speak to me is proof I deserve punishment, but you’d think that having you would be enough.” They get quieter as they continue. “The biggest regret in my life was having you. You ruined everything for me.” Their voice starts to shake. “I wish you were never born. With all my heart. With all my soul.” Before you can reply they start to lift one of their legs, the cuff around their ankle keeps it locked to the ground… but they continue.

Crack

Their knee dislocates.

“The hell are you doing!?” You flinch, surprised by their actions, yet they still continue. Eventually their foot wriggles in the metal cuff until there's a loud SNAP. It’s broken in half, freeing it in a gruesome way. The now broken foot slides through the cuff and onto the ground. They’re unaffected, snapping and popping their other foot out until they’re stood in front of your frozen form. Their arms are still chained and they’re silent. “What now?” Your muscles relax. “You’ve gone insane and still can’t reach me. The chains wrapped around your arms aren’t going to come off from pulling and you’ve already cut the skin from your earlier meaningless thrashing.” The cuts are deep, all around the chains, and just because they wanted to harm you. “Even if you try to kick me I can handle that much.” Despite preparing for a kick they step backwards until their back hits the wall. They might attempt forcing the chains out of the walls, but it would be near impossible.

Impossible.

So they kick off the wall and pull their arms away from the chains instead.

RIP

A grotesque ripping noise is heard as the sudden force digs the metal under their skin and rips the dermis from their arms completely, peeling the layer and dropping their now bleeding body onto the floor in front of you. You gasp at the sight, at some point of the ripping it had torn the hypodermis off as well. Now only pure red flesh remains. The shock makes you step back instead of fighting, your parent scrambling up on skinned arms to tackle you to the ground. Your previously confident demeanor is shattered.

“I hate you. I hate you.” Their hands wrap around your neck, crimson staining your skin. “Having you was the worst thing that ever happened to me. You’re nothing but a curse and the only reason I’ve taken on this punishment is because I deserve it for not killing you when I had the chance.” Their grip tightens, stronger than you thought possible by someone so weak. “Now you dare to come here and brag about finding new people to leech onto just as you leeched off of me. Watch. You may think everything is okay but soon they’ll deteriorate from being around you, corrupted from what you are.” Tears form in their crazed eyes, dropping onto your cheeks. “You take and you take and you take. You’ll never know what I had to go through, forced to care for a selfish child like you.” You can’t move. Even if you’re stronger than them now you feel so helpless, like you’re young again. Eventually you let out a scream and the door slams open to Shanks. His eyes widen.

“(Y/n)!” He runs over and kicks your parent off of you. The kick slams into the wall and onto their side. “Your neck is bloody, what happened!?” The redhead crouches beside your terrified form. Your breathing is heavy, what did happen? You didn’t know they would be like this, go this far. Before you realize it you’ve started dry heaving, the noise with ringing in your ears covering whatever your lover could be attempting to say to you; especially when your eyes lock onto your parent’s, open and looking directly at you despite their stillness on the ground. Their irises dig into yours, pupils shaking slightly as they look at you. You slowly crawl to them and shake their shoulder.. but they only limply fall onto their back. Dead.

“Oh my God.” You shake them harder, check their pulse, but they’re completely dead. Succumbed. This isn’t right. You saw the way Shanks kicked them, it wasn’t enough to kill. This… this was done on purpose. They slammed their skull onto the wall with the impact to kill themselves, and with the previous extreme injuries it was fatal. Now they stare at you. Despite the fact that they’ve already passed, they’re already gone, their eyes still look directly into yours. Shanks walks over and goes pale.

“Shit I-”

“I know. You didn’t do this.” You quickly say before he can blame himself. You don’t know if they wanted death for a long time and this brought them to the edge, if they had made the choice now, or if this was one final attempt to cause as much despair to you as they can. Whether to get back at you or to show you what you did to them. There’s so many things this could mean but they won’t answer now, they've already succumbed to what they did to themselves. What you brought them to do. Still, they stare at you. In death, they stare. This is your fault. You did this.

This is your fault. “(Y/n)!” This is your fault.

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Their eyes stare into yours.

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You wake up. Bandages are around your neck and Shanks is sitting on a chair beside the bed. This is the medical bay, you must’ve passed out. He perks up when he realizes you’re awake. “(Y/n). Gods. I’m sorry I didn’t come in sooner.” He runs his hand through his hair, guilt and regret clear on his face. “I felt something was off but I’d already promised to wait outside unless you called me.” You stew in the moment before responding.

“..It’s okay. I had you make the promise in the first place. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone in alone. They were.. worse than I thought.” Your brain feels fuzzy, disassociated from stress as you sit up. ‘I really shouldn’t have gone in alone.’ Shanks taps your arm and you focus your mind to look at him. Once he knows you’re aware he talks.

“It wasn’t you (Y/n). They made their choice.” His voice is firm, a rock to rest on. The fog in your head starts to clear and with it, tears. They fall down your cheeks before you put your face in your hands.

“I fucked up. I really did.” The ghost of the bloody fleshy hands on your neck are still there. “I know logically that you’re right but it’s like there’s a deeper part that tells me you’re not. That I’m lying to you and myself and I’m faking it.” You feel sick. “That it actually is my fault and I’m deceiving you by saying it’s not, acting like I’m the victim.” It’s hard, but you take a deep breath. It helps, not much but it does something. “W—What about the corpse?”

“It’s still there. I took you back to the ship immediately after you passed out.” He shifts in his chair. “You don’t have to see it. Hell we don’t even have to take it out of there.” Tempting, it really is, but you sigh.

“No, we can’t leave it in there. It feels… wrong. Not for them but for me. Like it’ll haunt me if I leave it there.” You rub your face. “Let’s just bury it. I want to see them buried.” In a weird, unreasonable way you feel like if you don’t see them buried that they’ll secretly be walking around. Sinking them to the sea could be an option but that doesn’t bring much ease either since that means it would still be there where it could possibly move, float somewhere else. Honestly your paranoia is telling you to erase every trace of them down to the bones. Incinerate everything and crush down their skeleton to powder to make absolutely sure they never come back, but giving into a crazy thought like that would only feed it too much. That isn’t a healthy thing to entertain, that if you didn’t do something so drastic your parent would still somehow roam. ‘I have to take that away, take away that thought that they have so much power they could do something like that.’ A simple burial is reasonable while calming you down enough. It is.

“Alright, but I’m not leaving you alone this time. Even if you try and get rid of me.”

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The prison is as dark as ever as you both eventually make your way back down. The metal door is still open, Shanks must’ve been so hurried he broke the auto-close mechanism. When the two of you step inside you see the body of your parent.

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Unmoving, still in the same spot as before, and their eyes are closed. Thinking back, maybe they were never even looking at you in the first place. It makes sense. Even if they were open, a dead body can’t control where it's looking. You walk over and wrap it in a cloth, hesitantly picking it up. You immediately start to shake. Before it gets worse it’s taken from you by Shanks. “You gotta rely on me more, hun.” His gaze is soft. “Don’t force yourself.” Your tremors stop and you walk back up to the surface. The sun has already started to set, giving an eerie feeling to your surroundings. It’s only now that you realize you never actually dug a hole to put the body in. Hindsight. You look for somewhere to bury it but find that Beckman already has one dug, shovel in hand.

“You didn’t have to do something like this…” You tell him but he shakes his head.

“I’ve done worse. Doing this while knowing it takes the burden off of you is way better.” You look down at the hole, it’s dug well. He must’ve started digging even before you voiced you wanted to bury it.

“Thanks Beck.” The captain says to him and crouches down to lower the body into the hole using the cloth. The sheet slips off as they fall into the dirt. Their skin is pale and the flesh where their skin has been torn off has already stopped bleeding. You’d actually seen the disconnected skin in the room, but it was a bit too gross to touch. The corpse is enough so whatever animal makes it in there can take care of that. After the body has been lowered Hongo comes down from the ship. The others aren’t necessarily squeamish of dead bodies but it just feels significantly more disturbing knowing the context, especially from the state of said skinned and broken dead body. Beckman and Shanks were the only ones able to stomach it for you with Hongo next from his medical experience. Once the four of you are ready Beckman starts to shovel dirt into the hole, covering what’s left of your parent in soil. Shanks grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers in his, a comfort along with the other two men silently keeping you company. You watch as the body is covered more and more with dirt until the hole is filled. They’ve been buried.

“I’ve prepared a bath and tools to get anything that may be on you off of you. None of you should get sick from this.” Hongo states and you all nod; then Beckman turns to leave.

“We’ll leave you two alone.” He says and goes back to the ship with Hongo, leaving you and your lover there. The two of you stand together with held hands, your grip tightening. You thought you were already over it enough to handle this burial, but the stress is too much. You turn and quickly hug Shanks, burying your face into him as tears stream from your eyes. He lets go of your hand to hold you close to him, comforting you and dropping with you to the ground as you start to sob. It’s done. No matter how incomplete it feels, the fact is that it’s done. No more talking to them or fighting them or yelling at them, there’s no anger or sadness to be taken out on them; nor any more opportunities to rub happiness you have in their face to show you’d moved on. You can’t stay here until it might feel right either, it never will. It’ll only drive you crazy, and maybe that was their last goal. To turn you into them.. but you’ll never know. There’s as many maybes you can come up with over and over because there’s no answers you can find. You don’t know how long you sit there crying in his hold as he rocks you but by the time you’re done the sun has fully set. Shanks kisses the top of your head and helps you stand so you can both go back.

“Why don’t we clean up and go to sleep? I’ll be right with you.” His voice is soft and you follow; bathe with him, clean up with him, make sure everything but your soul is as sanitized as it can be. It's only once you’re finally on the mattress that you realize how tired you are. You didn’t think you could sleep after this, that it would keep you up, but you really are exhausted. Shanks lays beside you and pulls you into his embrace. It feels nice, and with that you end up falling asleep not long after; feeling a hand soothingly rubbing your back as you drift off. No matter the nightmares or insecurities or damage that comes from this you’re never going to be alone. Even if this is imprinted in your soul, you’ll live happily with it. No more get-backs or being chained by the past now. Your eyes are on the future.

Holy smokes! This was probably way more intense than the asker wanted! Still, what did you think :3? I don't know how many people will read this, especially with the warnings and lack of actual romance except for kinda the end, but I did like doing it. The txt posts were fun, but a giant hassle. The reason the eye was really open is because its supposed to be looked at sideways, since the body is on the ground sideways. As for the corpse txt image, in case any of you were worried it wasn't an actual corpse. Its just a stock image drawing i found and edited before turning it into a txt post. I considered putting images, but that's a little not as fun. Plus this is for reading, so i felt like images would bring your focus out of reading, meanwhile txt posts are well, text; so it feels more immersion building. Atleast for me. Overall hope it was cool, if people read this. If not i'll implode since i really wanted to show off a bit considering how much time editing everything took, since the eye was something i shoddily drew then put into txt. I also wanted it to be visible to phone users so i had to make sure the sizes are right.. hassle. Anyway thanks for reading if you did. I enjoy writing gorey stuff like this, it feels strangely calming, especially since i'm into body horror. You can also ask questions if you want. Bye.

Hiiizi loved you shanks works! Your writing style suits him sm, can i ask for a shansk x a f reader who isn't into alcool unless it's sweet and is usually very bratty/peaky? Thank you and have a great day!

Two Cats

Shanks x Fem!Reader. Fluff. 609 words.

Desc: You're a picky and bratty drinker, fortunately Shanks is there to "protect" you.

You and Beckman sit at a bar table, you holding his mug of alcohol. Despite no one forcing you, you’ve been sipping it only to judge him. “No one’s forcing you to drink it.” He says to you, getting annoyed as you take another drink of rum, making an extremely exaggerated negative reaction. His eyebrow twitches when you look at him with pity, as if he were some poor beggar forced to drink slop to forget his troubles.

“C’mon take it easy~ She’s just giving her opinion.” Your boyfriend walks up to behind you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“She’s not voicing anything.” The vice captain points out, eyebrows furrowing in further annoyance when you give him another look of pity, your eyes looking from his mug back to him. Before he can voice any complaints the barmaid comes with your margarita, your attention immediately going to it instead as you slide the drink haphazardly back to Beck.

“Oo something drinkable!” You say happily and take a taste, Shanks biting his lip to contain a smile at your bratty behavior. He used to be a victim of it before, a troubling time, but eventually learned it was simply the way you were. Once that was in his mind it wasn’t long before he found it cute. Now he watches as you happily sip on your drink.

“Can I have a small drink, doll?” He asks you, flinching when you give him a harshly disgusted look. “Ouch, you’re breaking my heart here.” He frowns a bit and your expression changes to a giggle, picking the drink up and putting it to his lips.

“Fine~ I guess I can spare a drink to a poor soul.” You tease the redhead, who plays along.

“Thank you my liege.” You smile confidently at that… before Shanks takes a deep breath and slurps the entire thing up.

“WHA- HEY!” You yell and he bursts out laughing.

“Thanks for sparing such a drink onto me, it was wonderful!” You glare at his laughing self, then sigh and place the glass back on the counter with a sulk.

“My drink…” He leans down and gives you a smooch on the cheek at your sulking.

“I’ll order you another one.” He looks to the barmaid. “Another sweet nectar for her royal highness, please.” Shanks motions to you and the barmaid’s eyes meet yours.

“You don’t have to call me that!” You say quickly to the barmaid as damage control, but she already leaves to make it with a final gaze that lingers judgmentally. Once she’s gone you stare at Shanks like you’re trying to explode him with your mind. He puts a hand on your head.

“Relax~” He pets you softly, but when he tries to kiss you on the lips you turn to the side. “That’s how it’s gonna be?” He raises a brow then smiles mischievously. Before you know it he’s moving to be in your view. When you look away he’s there again. It’s no use, everytime you look in a different direction he slides to be in it until you’re resisting a smile. “Is that a smile I see?”

“It’s not, your eyes are worsening.” To your answer he hums while leaning in closer until your noses are touching, waiting until you end up letting out a small “pfft” before he grins and kisses you on the lips.

‘They’re like two cats.’ Beckman thinks to himself, forgotten as he drinks apparently undrinkable rum from his mug. Quite a pair, the two of you are, but it is amusing watching. He’s definitely not letting you get your paws on his drinks anymore, though.

Short, but i had fun with the scenario. Just how it turned out. Also thanks for the compliment. Sorry if I don't sound excited im tired rn.

Birthday Boy

Shanks x GN!Reader. Mostly Shanks's POV. 1704 words. This is fluff. Comments welcome. :3

Desc: It's Shanks's birthday but it starts to seem like only he remembered, from his perspective.

Shanks’s consciousness slowly stirs as he wakes up, it's his birthday. He thinks it is, anyway. He does actually keep track, especially since it’s also Mihawk’s. “Wonder if I should go visit him…” He mumbles to himself as he gets dressed. There’ll probably be a party for his birthday, right? I mean he’s not exactly super excited for a birthday party but he wouldn’t be against one per say. They’ve had small celebrations of his birthday, nothing grand after 25, but this should be special since it's the one before his 40s, that’s special. You’re here too, extra special. However when he peeks out of his room, no party poppers. Well that’s fine, they could be hard to clean up anyway. He heads into the kitchen and there are no balloons, or cake.

“Looking for something, Captain? You’re up early” Lucky Roux asks him, still not done with breakfast.

“Uh.. err..” Well maybe the cake is too much. He’s an old man now, forcing your already busy cook to make you a sweet treat at his age would be immature. “Nothing.” Lucky gives him a raised brow but goes back to cooking, Shanks settling on the table to wait for breakfast.. which is uneventful too. No one wishes him happy birthday, or gives him extra food, or is nicer. Nothing, but it’s okay. Decorations are childish, giving birthday wishes is too. They’re pirates. There’s only so much you can do for a single person’s birthday on a ship, even if he’s the captain. His birthday wish would be just that today is a good day, and today is a good day, no pirate or marine attacks or anything. That’s all he needs. When he goes looking for you he spots Hongo instead.

“Oh, (Y/n) went ahead. Said that they knew someone on the island we’re gonna dock at and couldn’t wait to see them.” That’s.. not ideal. So you’re not here and they’ll only be at that island once it’s almost dark.

‘At least they’re happy. I wonder who it is.’ Shanks thinks to himself, feeling bummed but still wondering who it is. When they dock the people are friendly and there's no dangerous weather. You’re talking to someone and not to Shanks but the alcohol at this bar seems good. Everyone is happy, enjoying themselves, including you. This is the best birthday present. Eventually he walks outside in the night with his mug, alone and leaning forward onto the wooden railing around the bar.

“Happy birthday.” Well he was alone. Your voice proves he no longer isn’t, his eyes trailing to you. You remembered, though that means you’ve been off with someone else even if you knew it was Shanks’s birthday.

“Aw jeez you remembered something like that?” He chuckles, taking a sip from his mug. Weird, it doesn’t taste nice, even if he can tell it factually is. Maybe he’s just not in an alcohol mood. “I’ve already had almost 40 of them.” That’s right. There are much more dire things in the world going on. In the grand scheme of things, someone like him, and something like his birthday, isn’t important.

“I hope to celebrate many more.” You rustle in your bag and pull out a wrapped box, putting it in front of him. “Sorry I’ve been ignoring you, I’ve been trying to get this perfect.” His eyes widen and he puts down his mug quicker than he intended.

“Is this for me?” So you weren’t just ignoring him, you were getting something for him! His eyes twinkle looking at the present.

“Is there another red headed captain having a birthday today?” He puts his hand to the wrapping, faltering. “It’s okay, just pull the ribbon.” He tugs the ribbon a bit and the wrapping falls apart, he didn’t have to struggle with one hand to get it open. He opens the box and there’s a clip, golden with a yellow flower accessory next to it.

“A hair clip?”

“You can put it on.” You’re right, he struggles a bit at first but the clip is easy to handle and clips his bangs out of his face. One half of the clip for one side, the other for the other side, then they snap together at the back of his head. “The flower is optional, I thought it would look pretty in your hair.” He looks at the flower, then puts it on. You pull out a pocket mirror and he looks at himself.

“It looks too fancy for me.” He mumbles. “And I’m still a pirate captain and emperor, I can't be going out with a flower in my hair.” You try to take it and he pulls back from you. “Hey, no take backs.”

“Relax.” You crack up a bit and he gets a little embarrassed.

“It’s my present.” He pouts, trying to play it off as you take the flower, clipping it onto his shirt pocket instead. “Oh.”

“Is that manly enough for you?”

“Perhaps.” His eyes twinkles as he looks down at the accessory, pleased. His hair is out of his face and now he’s got a pretty flower on his chest.

“It’s true you may not look fancy enough for the occasion though. Missing just a little something.” He looks back up at you when you speak, then feels something placed on his head.

“That’s better.” Shanks looks up to see Beckman, who adjusts the birthday hat strap under the captain’s jaw. Limejuice peeks out from inside the bar, blowing a party horn and wearing a party hat.

“Come in, Captain Birthday Boy.” He says and you watch as the redhead’s eyes widen and he runs inside to see that the bar he was in before has now been decorated with balloons and streamers. His cheeks are tinted with wonder and he gasps lightly.

“We knew you’d start moping outside when you thought everyone forgot your birthday, so we took the chance to decorate.” Beckman explains, pulling a chair open for the captain to sit on.

“I was not moping.” He states with a huff, sitting down. “I just needed some air.”

“You were moping.” You pull up beside him, rubbing your cheek against his affectionately. “Just a tiny bit. It’s okay.” Lucky sets down a large cake in front of the captain, decorated and with candles lit on top. You clap and then everyone starts to sing happy birthday, Shanks immediately getting embarrassed.

“You don’t-” He turns to Beckman, who’s also singing, then to you. “I..” You give him a warm smile and he sits there until the song is done. Once it’s ended everyone claps and he fidgets sheepishly before blowing out the candles. Yasopp sneaks behind him and reaches over to Shanks’s head until his wrist is gripped harshly and he turns to see your murderous gaze.

“Don’t.” You mouth to him and the sniper quickly backs off once he’s released. Shanks is given a nice slice of cake, it's wet.

“What is it?” He asks. It smells good, a twinge of alcohol. You motion for him to try it and he takes a bite, his eyes shining. The flavor of cake, sweet milk, and rum exploding in his mouth. He shouldn’t like sweet things, but this is good. Plus has alcohol so it’s not childish at all, that’s what he tells himself as he scarfs more down. You stare at him, pleased. He looks cute like this, happy, like he’s a boy again. A day where he’s the focus as different crew members give him their presents and he eats his favorite foods. Right now the world revolves around him, he’s the birthday boy. Your clip ends up helping a lot too, no food or cream in his hair; and no one made fun of his flower. They weren’t even allowed to think of making fun of it, ‘less they incur your wrath. By the end of it he’s wearing a comfy sweater, warm socks, his birthday hat is a little off center, and his heart and stomach are full. It isn’t much long after that he yawns.

“C’mon. You’re getting tired, right?” You lean beside him. It’s his party, his day, he doesn’t need to keep drinking or entertain the crowd even if he’s tired.

“That’s..” He hesitates, this party is for him. Shouldn’t he have to enjoy all of it? The food isn’t done and there’s still a good chunk of people that are lively.

“It’s your choice, Shanks. Do you want to go to bed?” You look him in the eyes, understanding. You look so comforting, it’s making him sleepier. “It looks like a yes.” He hums, almost looking behind him as if for approval from the rest until you stop him with a hand on his chin. “It’s you.”

“Me..” This is hard. For him? For him. This is his choice that he makes for him that isn’t in thought of anyone else. He slowly stands up, still hesitant until you grab his hand and lead him away. This bar must be connected to an inn, but he doesn’t think much about it as you bring him to a room. He trusts you, you must've prepared this beforehand. Once he’s inside you lay him down on the bed and wow.. it's like his body immediately recognizes all its tiredness and relaxes. He lets out a content sigh, closing his eyes and feeling you lay beside him. His face is peaceful, but you can do more. Your arms wrap around and hold him, cuddling him, and as you thought you feel him metaphorically turn to mush. “Thank you.” You hear him mumble quietly and you kiss the top of his head.

“I love you, Shanks, my birthday boy.” Your words, your heartbeat, your warmth, all of it has him slowly falling asleep, feeling warm all cozy inside and out. This is bliss. His last thought as his mind goes to sleep.

‘So cute..’ You think to yourself as you hear his breathing stabilize and feel his head roll limp onto your chest. He’s held onto you vulnerably like you’ll protect him from everything. You plant a kiss on his forehead, because at least for this night, you will.

I know this is late since his birthday is on the 9th of March but I wasnt in a writing mood so i wrote this late. Isn't Shanks a cutiepie? We need more cutiepie characters, if i do say so myself.

When i'm reading an x reader and the character starts to clearly be in lust with the reader and not in love

I love shanks and luffy so much im gonna die fanfic isnt enough i need them to become real so i can consume them

I know everyone is enamoured with the clean Shanks but it means that everyone's making fanfic of him instead of Shanks and saying how cool Shamrock is and how they like him better and noo stoppp Shanks is the og. His greasiness is his charm not a fault don't fall for evil baby just because he looks cool. People like toxic men too much and i don't because i have a sensitive maiden's heart

Scruff

Tall fem werewolf reader in mind but can be read as GN. Shanks, Luffy. Fluff. Romantic. 1052 words.

Desc - You grab them by the scruff.

Shanks

Shanks yawns, stepping onto the deck of the ship after roaming the town a bit. He is a bit tired, sure, but there’s something weighing on his conscience. He’d promised you not to drink today, yet he did. The temptation was too much, the booze high quality and free from the townspeople's love for him, he couldn’t help but take just a few sips. Almost the exact moment he steps onto the wooden planks you run over to him, then stare him down. “...Hey sweetheart.” He says and you lean down, then start to sniff him. There’s no way you could smell anything on him, it was only a few sips. The captain had even washed his mouth out just in case.

“Bad.” Nevermind.

“It was only a bit, just to get a nice taste on the tongue.” He waves his hand in dismissal but still looks a bit nervous. This is the 3rd time now you’ve told him not to drink, at least for the day, and he does. He has been getting a lot better, to be fair, but he still drank nonetheless. “Just a teeny bit.” You stand up straight and look around, then lean down again and open your mouth wide. Shanks expects you to scold him so he closes his eyes, ready to take it, when he feels teeth on the back of his neck. He snaps open his eyes. “What are you..” He feels your canines tug on the back of his shirt and jacket, then he’s suddenly lifted up like a puppy.

…

“(Y/n), baby, I can’t reach the floor like this.” He states.

“I know.” You turn and start to make your way to your shared cabin with his collar in your mouth. What does he do? It’s really embarrassing to be carried like this but he is the one at fault here and struggling out of your grasp might make things worse between you two, though you don’t actually seem too upset. Your actions don’t seem to be malicious either, this is just what feels right to you. “You will come to bed, I will bring you water and you’ll go to sleep. You didn’t drink too much so I will not scold you, but turning in early will be your punishment. You can’t be trusted to be away.”

‘This feels worse than being scolded.’ Shanks thinks to himself, trying to keep calm to not show his embarrassment. He almost wishes he drank more, the alcohol would’ve dulled his shame.

Luffy

“I wanna explore I wanna go!” Luffy whines loudly, upset.

“No! Marines are crawling around this island, you’ll stick out too much. If you want to go then you’ll have to be quiet and I can’t trust you to do that, Luffy!” Nami retorts, having to be firm with the captain. This island has good food, but due to having immense resources the navy laid claim to this land. They protect it from attacks and in turn get said resources.

“We’ll bring you something back.” You say to your smaller lover to calm his temper. It works and he does look less agitated, but not enough.

“It’ll taste better fresh, and I want to walk around.” He loves the Sunny but he loves sailing to explore, not to stay in the ship 24/7. “I’ll be quiet I promise.” He looks to you for support but you shake your head lightly, making him literally deflate. “You’re supposed to be on my side..”

“I am on your side. Keeping you here is safer for you and everyone else. If you alert the marines we definitely won’t be able to bring anything for you.” You tell him, which makes too much sense so he just looks towards the island instead, sad, then back at you. It’s really hard to keep refusing when he’s looking at you like this but the crew needs to restock and the risk of having Luffy give away their location would be too great, especially when the island is this tempting for him.

“You’d probably try and sneak around then end up giving yourself away because you wanted to go to a food stall that marines were at.” Sanji adds, lighting a cigarette. “I’ll learn the recipes I can here so stop whining.” That calms Luffy down even more and he seems almost convinced, but then suddenly turns to the island and tries to grab he railing to slingshot himself. The crew tries to grab him but he’s fast and almost makes it when the collar of his shirt is grabbed, or bitten. His arms snap back as you hold him up by his scruff.

“Luffy yo..u?” Nami is ready to go off on him when she realizes Luffy’s gone limp. “Luffy?” He has an upset expression on his face but doesn’t move.

“This is for everyone’s safety, Luffy. If you want to be a good Captain you have to make sacrifices like this sometimes.” You explain with the cloth in your mouth. He usually does struggle less when the back of his collar is grabbed but you doing it and with your teeth seems to be oddly effective.

“...” He’s silent. Unbeknownst to everyone else, he’s been grabbed like this before. When he was very young and in huge trouble both Garp and Dadan would snatch him by the back of his neck like this and yell about how if he’s going to act like an unruly animal then he’ll be treated like one. Due to it being repeated and so young it was instilled in his brain to stop struggling and shut up if he’s grabbed by the scruff puppy style by someone decently bigger than him. So now he hangs there, a big pout on his face.

“Woah..” Nami, Sanji, and Franky stare at him in awe, he’s never been this.. pliant. If it weren’t from how embarrassing it was to grab him like this and having to be bigger this might’ve been added as a new technique to pacify the captain.

“(Y/n) you’re staying here too, you’re huge anyway and can keep Luffy in check.” The navigator quickly decides.

“Oh..” You kinda fucked yourself over, but she has a point.

‘Put me down!!’ Luffy thinks to himself, unable to speak it out of instinct.

im experimenting with diff formats and stuff so sorry if it looks off or whatever

Oda canonically does not care for self shippers. Self ship all you want

im going to read all op sbs up to the chapter the anime is on in case i get spoiled. Lets see how this goes. Im on the first one, oda is funny.

So during an SBS Oda was asked who was more popular, Shanks or Beckman. This is what he said. So people who write Beckman and Shanks here is your major thing bc this actually rlly shocked me also bi shanks confirmation (im reaching)

Shanks is more popular but Beckman probably fucks more just bc he has more of a libido maybe? Crazy. This is going to break fanfic writers

Mf be like "You only like Shanks bc he's hot!" and *glances at his tits* phew uhh *fans my face with my shirt* uhh ahem uhh is it getting hot in here or what

want to read shanks getting railed by me but no one writes that so i gotta do that shi myself 😭

Aight bet-

Can i get Shanks paired with a female reader (romatically) who is also missing an arm and/or has red hair.

Thank you v.v

Not my bestest work but I thought it was funny and warm.

Narcissistic Romance

Shanks x Fem!Reader. Reader has red hair and missing arm. Miku is Miku even if she looks different so skin color or hair texture can be anything else. Small angst(?) but mostly fluff. Drabble + Headcanons

“I get we have the same hair and stump but did you really need to go this far? You even drew the scar on me.” You touch your eye where some friends had drawn Shanks’s signature scar on.

“This fits so well! You might as well be his female form.” You’re all near a bar, one of your friends got the idea to dress you up as Red Haired Shanks after getting drunk. “Strike a pose or somethin-” They’re interrupted when yelling is heard.

“C-CAPTAIN!?” You hear from behind you, turning to see a group of men staring at you.

‘Captain?’ You think to yourself, confused before it clicks. These must be Red Hair Pirates, but how? This is a crazy coincidence that they’re here right as you’re dressed up. Your mind runs at a million miles a second and you clamp a hand over your friend’s mouth before they speak. “Well, I got caught by a devil fruit. Changed my looks a bit but I look good as a woman too, right?” You smirk, going along with it. Unfortunately, your cover is blown almost immediately when a head peeks over your shoulder to look at you.

“Hmm. I do look good as a woman, don’t I?” It’s Red Haired Shanks, another coincidence and you jolt with a yelp. “Freaking out, Miss Red Hair? Not very Emperor-like.” He teases with a grin. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to go with the joke considering how quickly you got caught, and by the man himself. “What’s my female doppelganger doing here?” He looks at your friends with a wink, this is so embarrassing. “Popular as a woman too?”

That was how the two of you met, a funny cosplay of a funny guy.

You were scared at first you were going to get in trouble for impersonating him, even if it was a joke and you were caught immediately.

Shanks isn’t a sore sport though and he actually found it really funny.

He had stayed at the island and you were good company, proving to be a good fighter as well.

He couldn’t just leave an attractive and strong woman alone, right?

You ended up joining his crew along with a few of your other friends that could fight and wanted to go, the rest you all sending letters to any others often.

The official number of redheads in the Red Hair Pirates is now two.

The two of you two hit it off, cracking similar arm jokes and having fun together, it was perfect.

It really wasn’t long until you both ended up dating, then came new jokes.

“Narcissist.” That’s what people like to tease you both about.

Dating a person that can look like a genderbent version of you with the right clothes and makeup is definitely narcissistic.

Of course, you both take it with pride.

Shanks even likes to show you off, calling himself the luckiest man ever to find the most beautiful woman ever to play into the narcissist joke.

Something on a more personal level is that the two of you can relate to missing an arm, helping each other with phantom pain and insecurities.

After all, when the person you love has the same imperfection as you it’s hard to be insecure about it.

You’re perfect to him and him to you, despite your disabilities.

It’s nice to have someone that understands, that knows how hard it is to deal with losing a limb.

When you’re feeling insecure sometimes Shanks puts his stump on yours, smiling and calling you both “stump buddies” before kissing you.

If the weather is bad and you’re both struggling with pains you can hold each other, finding comfort in the warmth of your lover.

Shanks holds you tight, even if he’s clenching his jaw, always trying to put your pain above his no matter how much you try and tell him he matters too.

It makes you feel insecure, he should have a partner that would be able to help him without struggling themselves, but to him you’re everything.

He’d rather hold you while shaking from pain himself than be comforted by anyone else.

These bad moments with you are more precious to him than the best with anyone else.

GIVE ME REQUESTS NOW RIGHT NOW IN INBOX GIVE ME THEM RIGHT NOW ❗️❗️❗️❗️

also specify gender and if platonic or romantic pwease :3

Edit: Okay no more i have over ten ill open them again once ive done a few thanks for the requests :333

Had this written for a while but decided to post it finally so here.

Scent

Shanks x Male Reader. Shanks has a pussy, omegaverse. Filth because i have dirty thoughts.

Omega Shanks with an oral/face fixation. Loves to ride your face and slick himself up as much as he can till it’s dripping onto the mattress. Your face is what people look at the most, after all. Goes the other way around too, loves looking pretty on his knees when he sucks you off, looking up at you with twinkling but lustful brown eyes. “Like my eyes? I only look like this with you, you know.” He says lovingly with a wink while he jerks you off the rest of the way, opening his mouth with his tongue slightly out and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cheeky smile. All so you can cum all over his face and tongue. He rubs it over his face happily afterwards, pouting if you say it’s weird. “Just want people to know we love eachother~♡.” Shanks coos to you, making kissy faces. It’s not that he gets jealous, he trusts you, but he can get a bit possessive. No no, not of you, he gets possessive for you. He’s a popular man, he knows that, and he wants people that ever try and kiss him on the cheek or get too close to him to know that he’s all scented up by you. That if they choose to kiss him that they’ll be kissing a part of you too. He always gets a stupid grin on his face when they realize, “Just lovin my boyfriend, ya don’t mind, right?” He’ll say cheekily. The same with you, if someone tries to hit on you they’ll be “kissin my juices”. You two already scent eachother’s necks any chance you get, and sure maybe you could leave scents in other ways, but that’s no fun.

Shoulders

Various x tall male reader. Shanks, Usopp, Luffy, Sanji. You put your babygirls on your shoulders. No relationship but crush.

Shanks

“Ugh..” Shanks gets on his tippy toes to try and look at something, he’s a tall man but somehow not tall enough to get a good view. This cliff is high and he knows it would be awesome if only there weren’t a hill just about blocking it. “So much for being tall..” Shanks huffs and you spot him moping.

“Something wrong Captain?” You ask him, significantly taller. “Woah, the view here is really nice.” To you the hill isn’t blocking anything so you admire it, almost forgetting your captain until you look back at him staring at you.

“Way to shove it in…” He grumbles and you process what he’s talking about before getting excited.

“Captain, are you too short to see it!?” You ask him and he sighs.

“Just not tall enough, not that I’m short.” He has an exasperated smile on his face but he is actually bummed that he’s missing a nice view. Shanks just knows for a fact if he brought this up with any other crewmates or tried to grab something to get higher he would get made fun of, so he’s just been trying to get a good view on his own. He even contemplated jumping, but that would be a temporary solution since he would fall eventually. As he’s thinking he feels his waist being grabbed. “Hm?” He’s being lifted. 

“How’s this?” You ask as you put him on your shoulders. He grabs onto your head to balance himself and then looks up, eyes widening before he could get a chance to say anything else.

“I can see it now!” He says as he gets comfortable on your shoulders. His eyes sparkle, this is amazing! He looks down at you “I should say my thanks, I’m not heavy?” 

“Light as a feather, Cap.”

“Flattering~ Try not to break any woman’s hearts with that line. Almost got me with that.” He teases and averts his gaze back to the view, gotta keep it cool before he gets embarrassed himself.

…

“Should I keep trying then?” You mumble and he looks back down at you, shocked.

“..Ah?” He processes it then looks back up, patting your head. “..yeah..maybe..” His ears are blending in with his hair, cute.

Usopp

“Dammit.” He holds his binoculars to his eyes, unable to get a good vantage point from this height. He’d already boasted that Zoro and Luffy didn’t need to worry about the Marines and that he could deal with them from afar, but like this he isn’t sure if he could do it. 

“Are you having trouble?” You walk up to him while asking. Oh great, now his crush is here to watch him fail. 

“Not at all, just taking my time you know since I really gotta get this right, of course I could do it anytime I want-” He starts to ramble on and on while you stare at him. Eventually you figure out what the problem is and grab him, plopping him onto your shoulders. “Eek! What are you-”

“Look.” You motion for him to try again and he looks towards the crowd of marines again, realizing that now he can get a good shot, but now he’s flustered because you’re both touching and oh my god his crotch is on the back of your head he needs to stay calm. “C’mon, take aim.” He clears his throat, trying to put himself together as he looks back towards the crowd of marines.

‘Don’t miss this chance and embarrass yourself Usopp, he’s right here.’ He thinks to himself as he aims his slingshot, taking aim before he finally fires a Pop Green, which detonates in the middle of the crowd. Plants shoot up from the ground and start eating the marines, multiplying and taking care of the whole crows without the crew having to run over and do it themselves. “I did it!” He cries happily, slowly going limp until you catch him in your arms.

“You did it! Are you okay?”

“Yeah just nerv- I mean of course I’m okay! That was nothing.” He sits up in your arms.

“Oh I guess I don’t have to carry you.” He freezes and then goes limp in your arms again.

“I have I-can’t-walk-until-we-get-back-onto-the-Sunny disease.” You smile and walk back to The Sunny with him in your arms. 

Luffy

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..” Luffy stares at the wall above him. They’re at an island and Franky’s building something cool, but is keeping it a secret from Luffy no matter how much he begs since he would be too excited too early and end up blabbing to everyone else. He can’t jump to the other side because he might crash into it, so he stretches up and tries to put his arms on the ledge. Slippery! They slip off and he snaps back to the ground and falls back with a grumble. That means he probably wouldn’t be able to just jump on the wall either. There aren’t any trees or anything around for him to climb on either…. Maybe he could just go gear 4 to bounce up?

“Luffy?” He hears your voice and jolts, turning to face you like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “..Trying to see what Franky’s building?”

“I just wanna take a peek! I won’t tell anyone else!” He whines, trying to stretch up again but slipping off for the second time. No getting to see the cool invention and now he’s failing right in front of you! He’s about to change into Bounce Man when you lift him up onto your shoulders. “Don’t say I did this, okay?” His eyes twinkle, why didn’t he think of this sooner. Convenient and he gets to be on your shoulders. You watch as the captain looks up.. and suddenly goes silent. “...Luffy? What is it?” It’s just an even higher wall that says “Using (Y/n) isn’t going to work either.” 

“Nooooooooooo!” It never mattered, there’s a ceiling too so gear 4th wouldn’t have worked either.

Sanji

“Fuck.” Sanji mutters to himself, he had been shopping with you when he spotted some ladies being harassed. Him, being a gentleman, couldn’t just let that slide; so he beat the shit out of the men. After they were sufficiently beat up and the ladies were sufficiently flirted with he had realized his groceries were gone. At first he was worried that they were stolen but when he looked up he just realized that in the heat of battle he had accidentally flung the bags up and onto a roof. 

“How did you even manage that?” You mumble, staring up at them. 

“This is all those damn scumbags’ fault.” He’s started to heat up again before you put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. The cook sighs. “I’ll get them.” The cook says, but right as he’s about to air walk you pick him up and place him on your shoulders so he can reach. His eyes are wide and he freezes.

“Sanji? Can you reach it now?” He stays frozen, he’s been placed on your shoulders. Your shoulders. Your amazing spectacular comfortable shoulders oh so helpfully despite him being able to have done it himself because of course you would you’re so amazing and kind. 

“L’amour de ma vie.” He speaks before he can stop himself, then turns bright red. 

“You say something?” You ask from below and he panics.

“Nothing!” He quickly says, grabbing the groceries and holding them to his thumping chest. Gods, he needs to control himself now before he gives anything away. Sanji stays there, trying to control his heartbeat.

“Sanji. Uh, are you gonna get off?”

“Merde, sorry..!” He quickly hops off of your shoulders, landing on the ground. You realize something.

“Oh you could’ve just gotten up there on your own, sorry I was so focused on helping you I forgot.”

“It’s fine, more than fine, you can do that whenever you wan- whenever I need it—and you’re willing to give it of course.” Yeah he’s so screwed. You just smile at him, and he immediately freezes before blood trickles from his nose. 

“Hey!? Wha- there’s no girls right here, what happened!?” You fuss over him as he spaces out, thinking of how much he loves his life right now.

××××××

L’amour de ma vie = Love of my life

Merde: Shit

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GPD MPLEASEE PELASEEE

I finished! This took way longer than it should've tbh considering it isn't very long, but i kept getting distracted by games and other ideas. Sorry for taking so long. Here's the reveal @hurlingdown it's mee!! I'm 👻! I had a nightmare someone else posted something claiming to be 👻 but its me.

How to Breed your Captain

Shanks x Male!Reader. Top reader, omegaverse. 3327 words. 't' thoughts. Shanks has a posay.

You’re sitting down, sipping on some ale, when you realize Shanks hasn’t been back yet. You and Shanks were chatting when he said that he was “gonna take a piss”. However, that was around 10 minutes ago and he still isn’t back. You’re starting to get a little concerned. You know how your captain is when he’s drunk, and you knew he didn’t look all there when he had left, but he hadn’t even drank that much. He’s an experienced drinker, even if he’s known as a drunk he wouldn’t get woozy over what was around a mug and a half of ale. ‘Did he drink earlier without telling me?’ You think to yourself, that being the only option you can think of to why he would look off while leaving or take this long. The thought doesn’t help your anxiety though, I mean he gets clumsy and even more carefree when he’s not all there, what if he slipped and hit his head on the toilet, or threw up hard enough that he passed out? Your leg bounces anxiously, Shanks is a grown man that should be able to handle himself but you know that isn’t always the truth, almost as much as Beckman. “Dammit.” You curse and put your mug of ale down, unable to handle the anxiety anymore. You’ll have to get up to go check up on the idiot, that’s what you thought since when you get to the bathroom it’s empty. “Did he go to his room?” You mumble and walk over to his cabin. He does have a bathroom in there, though it doesn’t make sense he would go all the way over there for it. Maybe he forgot that he was having a conversation with you on the way to the bathroom and went to sleep. When you get to his room you knock on the door, smells kinda off, maybe he’s sick. “Captain!?” You yell out, man if you didn’t care about him this much you would’ve just left him to his devices. ‘Should I just.. open the door..?’ You wonder. Deciding against it you hold your ear to the door, trying to listen for any snores. When you don’t hear any you get concerned, you can tell the light it on. The smell is getting weirder too, did he actually throw up? Your head feels fuzzy too, maybe the ale was stronger than you both thought..

[Earlier]

“fuck…” Shanks mumbles as he walks down the hallway. It’s taking everything he has to keep his pheromones inside his body, using all his experience of holding in pain both physical and mental to help him. Holding things in is making it worse, he’s just making himself emotional faster, but he can’t be spotted like this. His thoughts go to earlier, when you two were drinking. He had already started feeling off around you lately, sometimes he forgets he’s an omega since he takes blockers and doesn’t really pay attention to those specific labels, so he brushed it off as him just taking a liking to you. He fucks because he can, and any parts that are different are just the things given to him. The only times he remembers he’s an omega is when he’s reminded, either during sex or during medical appointments, though sometimes he isn’t paying attention even then.. Well he wishes he was paying attention now. Hongo had always told him that even if he took blockers that he should keep track of when he was supposed to have heats, just in case something ever went wrong during those times; but Shanks being Shanks, pushed that aside. He wouldn’t need to know all that, if anything happened he would just deal with it, Hongo keeps track anyway; so the doctor could just deal with it. Medical stuff isn’t his specialty.

‘I might be the biggest idiot in the world.’ Shanks tells himself as he shoves his door open and falls onto his bedroom floor, kicking it closed with his foot. Why hadn’t he put it together? Liking you, starting to feel off around you recently, feeling hornier than usual… why did it not click? What’s wrong with him? Is he stupid? Shanks lets out a small groan as he presses his thighs together, already feeling the slick between them. He had heard before of something like love activating a heat even if blockers were taken, but it was rare and sounds way too romantic. Plus, Shanks is more than grown now. Healthy, but not a teenager that can’t control their hormones. He slides a hand down to his pants, over his crotch, and presses down. Pleasure shoots through him and he tries to cover his mouth to muffle a moan, forgetting that he doesn’t have another hand to muffle it with. It makes him jolt and he shakily sits up and tries to sense if anyone is near, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel anyone. He manages to get onto his feet, trying to imagine he’s just drunk as he flops onto his bed on his stomach; then rolls onto his back. ‘Should I knock myself out?’ He considers seriously, knowing how it feels to have a heat without a partner. It’s miserable, no matter how many times you cum it keeps feeling like it isn’t enough. What’s worse is you just get depressed too! God he would rather go through a terrible hangover. His crotch is pulsing, fluttering and clenching around nothing as his breath starts to quicken. Shanks slips a hand into his pants and parts his lips, the amount of slick he feels making him flinch. “God what am I this wet for?” He mumbles and his mind immediately goes to you, making his womb throb in response with a whine. He isn’t an insecure man, but you’ve never really shown any genuine interest in him. You’ve flirted with him, maybe even alluded to a fling, but he doesn’t want a fling. Here it goes with the negative thoughts. He likes you, he loves you, even if he shouldn’t. He’s your captain and older than you. An older omega… would he even be able to give pups at this age? The thought rings through him and he tears up with a whine. He’s pushing 40, he isn’t as fertile as he used to be, even if he’s an omega he isn’t good enough. His body isn’t good for pups, he drinks and fights and he’s above his prime. He aged like fine wine appearance wise but what does that matter? Shanks is just a pretty face and a pretty body. His fingers play with his clit as he starts to cry softly, feeling pathetic. When he was younger he cursed the people who told him he would regret not having pups while he was young, he still does now; but when in his heat... he agrees with them. It’s the hormones, this is known, but this pain is real. He keens out for a mate that isn’t there. A dangerous man, a whore, used up and useless. All these things that would never bother him, things that he even sometimes took pridefully, fill his mind and make him miserable. It makes his first orgasm feel like shit, the pleasure doing nothing. ‘Useless useless useless’ his omega mind tells him as he turns his head to the side, unable to even wipe his tears.

[Now]

You sniff the door more, trying to figure out what it is until you catch a whiff of something. It feels erotic at first, like alcohol, which is why you mistook it as maybe your breath from the ale; but you start to realize that it isn’t. You press your nose to the door and sniff again, smelling it stronger. Salty, a stinging like alcohol and the salty sea. It smells like Shanks, but it’s usually softer than this, more calm. This smells more… unstable. Even when he was drunk he didn’t smell like this. The scent turns rotten, more salty and more like wine that wasn’t sealed properly, negative and stressful “Captain?” You call out as you knock on the door again, getting less irritated due to worry. Unknown to you, Shanks hears you, but it only made him feel better for a moment. It’s a whirlpool, he’s happy you’re here, happy you sound worried, but what now? The only good parts of him are the fact that he’s confident, sure of himself. If he isn’t then he would just be some insecure, pathetic, drunk, old omega giving himself away. No, no, he can’t let you see him like this. You get a headache as the scent gets weaker, then stronger as he tries and fails to hold it in. “Captain, are you okay? What’s going on? Should I call someone?”

“No!” He yells out instinctively, startling you slightly.

“Okay.. I will.. not—call someone.” You respond, still hesitant. You’re close to Shanks but not as close as maybe Beckman, another omega. “Are you sure though? I can call Beckman.” Shanks thinks about that, that actually might make him feel a bit better; but Beckman isn’t you. Plus he has a feeling Beckman would just scold him, maybe even tell him to go to you. God he’s pathetic. “Captain, I know we aren’t as close but is there something I can do?”

…

“C..Can you just… stay here?” He mumbles, it’s quiet to the point where you can barely hear it.

‘He wants me to stay!?’ You think to yourself, shocked. You’ve already gotten hard from his pheromones, what if you say something stupid? “Uh are you su-”

“You don’t want to?” Shanks sounds vulnerable, weak, and you shake your head quickly despite him not being able to see it.

“No, no, I’m okay staying here,” ‘God he sounds so cute I wanna see him.’ “I was more worried that you don’t actually want me here.” You say, your mind spinning a little. You’re doing your best to stay calm, unfortunately that’s only making Shanks feel worse since he’s thinking that he’s so unattractive that you’re completely fine despite his pheromones going strong. “I just want to make you feel better.” Caught in a bad spot, the two of you are. Shanks is insecure and feeling worse because you seem completely fine, and you’re doing your best to hold yourself together because Shanks is distressed. This is going nowhere but down. “Are you uhm.. in heat? Did you forget your blockers?”

“Gods, I didn’t. It would make things easier if it were just that.” Shanks says, biting his lip when he slips a finger inside himself.

‘Why is he so emotional, am I doing something wrong? Am I this emotional during a rut?’ Your mind races as you try to think of anything to save this. You try to think of something that you would like to hear during a stressful rut. “..Do you need help?” When you’re met with silence you consider playing it off as a bad joke but then there’s a response.

“What good is helping an old geezer like me?” He says, his voice sad. Your mind goes blank for a moment, what is he saying? He’s completely out of your league asking what good is there? He isn’t even that old!

“Well- uh.. you’re sexy?” You sound a bit unsure, not knowing if you’re doing something good. When you smell him slightly calm you feel slight relief. Shanks may not want just a fling, but hearing the person he loves call him sexy is always a plus. “You’re super hot, and you’re incredibly attractive in all ways both physically and personality wise.” You keep throwing out compliments, flooding them in as your captain’s pheromones seem to be reacting positively. “I know I make fun of your arm jokes but they’re actually funny, even when they’re not they’re funny in an unfunny way; especially since you always look so bright and proud of yourself when you get the perfect opportunity to make one. Your eyes crinkle up happily, it’s super cute.” His sadness is subsiding and turning into a small glee as you continue, his hips bucking into his fingers. You press your hands against the door, “You’re the most desirable person and omega I've ever me-” and fall through it onto Shanks’s bedroom floor. Oh. When the redhead had struggled inside earlier he hadn’t closed it properly, so it opened at the pressure. He stares at your form on the ground, not sure whether to laugh or beam that you’re inside. You get up onto your knees and your brain immediately goes numb from the smell of him, the scent through the door can’t compare to this. It makes your mouth water and you forget about your embarrassment. Shanks is about to ask if you’re okay when you get up onto your feet and look at him, your pupils dilating at the sight. Your captain is laying there, propped up on his elbow. You can see glistening on his fingers, slick. He follows your gaze and gets embarrassed.

“Had to make do, being alone and all.” He mumbles, trying to play it cool. Exceedingly hard when his face is still flushed and his muscles are tensing from trying not to pull you to him. You walk over to him and grab his wrist, making him flinch and gasp when you wrap your lips around his wet fingers, groaning at the taste. His womb throbs and he purrs involuntarily from the action, his body pleased that his alpha is here. “(Y/n) I-”

“Shh, I’m here now.” You pull back and move yourself between his legs, your tent above his clothes weeping cunt. “Fuck, I can almost feel how wet it is just from this.” You grind down on him and he throws his head back with a cry, pleasure shooting through him as his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You can’t help it, you need to fuck him, your hands go to the hem of his pants and pull it all off. He’s wet, it would be so easy to thrust into him, you put your tip at his entrance and pause.

“...?” Shanks props himself up to look at you, you’re sweating and clenching your teeth. You’re holding back, Shanks hasn’t given consent yet and your body is punishing you for daring to stop yourself from breeding an omega in front of you; but you can’t, you can’t do this to your captain if he doesn’t want it just because you couldn’t control yourself. Shanks realizes this and grabs your shirt to pull you down for a kiss, his lips moving against yours passionately until he pulls back. “Fuck me.” He whispers. “Please…” Your eyes fog over and you grab his legs to pull him back onto your cock while thrusting into him, his body adjusting to you immediately as he gasps. So ready for cock and now he’s all yours. He’s already a mess below you, squirming. It’s not long before his walls pulse around you and he wails, his orgasm coming suddenly after being pent up and distressed this whole time. His arm clutches onto the back of your shirt as your hips move, “Breed me please please I need it.” gripping onto it so hard you’re sure it’ll stretch out. It doesn’t matter though, not when his pussy is clenching around you so well as he begs you to give him pups. Him being a powerful pirate or the captain of an important crew doesn’t matter, he just wants to be your omega. Fuck, you’ll keep him pregnant over and over until he can’t think about anything except getting bred and taking care of his pups, your pups. Your knot starts to inflate and Shanks lets out pheromones to give you every sign he wants it, shaking as he reaches his second orgasm. Gummy walls squeeze around you and leak slick as he cries out while you continue to fuck him; painting his insides with your seed. Your knot slowly forces its way inside with your thrusts until it pops inside of him with a squelch. Shanks feels dizzy, happy, he puts his hand on his stomach purring until he remembers how old he is. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you rub your scent glands onto his.

“Pups.. I'm.. it’d be hard for me to get them.” He feels like crying, tearing up while he looks away feeling ashamed. You think for a moment, then pick him up and walk towards the door that’s still open with your dick still inside him, closing it. You won’t need to lock it, everyone will get the hint the moment they even get near the hallway. You plop down onto the bed with him on your lap and thrust up into Shanks, your knot still inside.

“It doesn’t matter. If it’s hard for you to get pups then we can keep trying.” You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll do it over and over until your womb is overflowing with me.” Shanks pants, his eyes glazing over at your romantic(?) words.

“Alpha~” He whines and you pull him in for a kiss, making out with him until your knot unswells enough you can lay him back on the mattress and hook his legs over your shoulders into a mating press. You kiss him one more time before thrusting into his wet cunt, squelching with slick as you fuck your own cum deeper into him. Your mouth goes to his neck, sucking hickeys where you’re planning on biting him once his heat is over. When you can fuck your seed into him and mate him while he’s fully himself. This angle is deeper than before and you feel the tip of your dick kiss his cervix, making his head throw back with pleasure as slick drips down your balls and coats your thighs. His plump chest from his muscles move with each thrust, nipples perked up like they’re already going to lactate. Your hand goes to one and squeezes the flesh there, his heat making them softer than usual. He likes it, cries getting louder since he can’t speak anymore. Your knot swells up for the second time and he cums again, struggling to make more noise that shows he’s yours as his throat goes sore. It doesn’t even matter if he didn’t love you, your dick is too addictive, he’d never be able to have another. You pound into him and his cervix, one hand on his thigh and the other on his breast. You’re a perfect match and as you slam into him the to his cervix shoots your cum directly into his womb as your cock ruins his pussy for the second time.

“My omega.” You mumble and kiss him again as he manages to purr happily, your scents mixing together like you’re already mated.

_______________

Shanks pants, his red hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as you fuck into him. Your clothes around the bed into a nest as soon as you both calmed enough to let him make one. His stomach is swollen with your seed, you’ve been breeding him for days now because of this strong pent up heat and now his brain is numb with nothing but you. You finally slip out of him with a pop and jizz pours from his used hole, loose and bred. His breasts have bites on them and the nipples swollen along with his clit from being played with so many times. You lean over and peck his kiss bitten lips, tears of pleasure staining his cheeks. “Pretty omega, my pretty captain omega~” You continue to kiss his face and he sighs in relief, closing his eyes. This was rough for the both of you to do for so long but you both have good stamina and you’ll learn soon how clingy Shanks can be as your mate.

Idea popped into my mind one night so i had to write it down because i couldn't focus on anything else..

RUFF!

Various x GN!reader (Shanks, Zoro, Luffy) Small dirty joke in Shanks's but overall fluff.

Shanks

Your boyfriend has always been expressive, saying how much he loves you and how sexy and hot you are. The rare times he isn’t is when he feels vulnerable or truly stressed, when he tries to not show any emotion to avoid showing stress. It’s rare though, most of the time he’s almost like a dog. You can almost see his tail wagging when he hugs or kisses you. Though right now, you really do swear that you can see a tail. Him and Beckman are speaking, Shanks’s dog ears pushed back slightly to show nervousness. “Shanks?” You call out to him and they perk up while his head turns to look at you.

“Baby!” His tail wags until he remembers the situation and it stops, ears pushing back again. “Uhh..”

“He got hit by a devil fruit.” Beckman says and you almost sigh in relief, so you weren’t going insane. “I had told him to be more careful but he was adamant that it was fine because even if he got hit it ‘wouldn’t do anything harmful’”

“This isn’t harmful! I’m perfectly fine~” Your captain dismisses it and you walk over to him, placing your hand out to see how far this transformation is.

“Paw.” Shanks looks at you and immediately puts his hand on yours.

“Ah-” He stutters and takes his hand off, looking away.

“Spin.” Beckman goes next and Shanks twirls, getting embarrassed afterwards.

“Stop, I get it, I get it. I shouldn’t have been hit.” He puts his hand on his face, tail drooping as he licks his lips like an anxious dog.

“Cute, I actually think I like this quite a lot.”

“You do?” His tail lifts up and you nod, then hold your arms out so he can come to you; which he does gladly. His arm wraps around you while his tail wags, then it slows down like he thought of something sad. You’re confused for a moment then get an idea of what it is, leaning down to kiss his stump then his cheek.

“Handsome boy, your hugs are always my favorite in the whole world~” You hug him tighter and he brightens, kissing all over your face while his tail wags like crazy… until he knocks you over. Doesn’t stop his kisses though.

“Honey~” He sniffs you then buries himself in your neck. It looks like his excitable traits have been heightened by this transformation.

…

“..Are you hard?” Maybe too much.

Zoro

You stare down at Zoro, your boyfriend, sitting in front of you with Luffy to the side. He has dog ears and a tail, looking away in shame. “I can’t believe you tried to slice it.”

“It-” He’s about to yell but you glare at him and he goes back to avoiding eye contact. “It looked like I could’ve.” Zoro got a beam shot at him by a devil fruit user and instead of dodging like a regular person he had tried to slice it, which did nothing as it wasn’t physical. Maybe if he put real effort into it he could’ve parried it but, being cocky, he just assumed it would be easy to slice and that was that.

“You didn’t even know what the fruit could’ve done, we’re lucky it’s basically harmless.” You watch him and his ears slowly push back more, guilty.

“Hmm, I like it! You’re like an actual guard dog now!” The captain says and Zoro frowns. Usopp, tinkering with something in the background, cracks up with you and subsequently gets Zoro to growl at him.

“Hey they laughed too!” The sniper complains after flinching, quickly going back to what he was doing when Zoro growls at while showing his now sharp canines. Laughing isn’t worth his life.

“Be nice.” You reach over and pet his head, scratching his scalp. Zoro’s eye closes as one of his legs starts to bounce. “Aww, feel good?” You scratch behind one of the dog ears and it bounces faster. Sanji walks past while heading to the kitchen and your boyfriend suddenly jumps up and grabs your wrist, pulling you to his side and growling at the cook like an actual guard dog.

“Shit!" He flinches, getting annoyed since he wasn't even gonna do anything. "Growling at me like you're threatning. Maybe this fits you though, you always did stink like a dog.” He provokes Zoro and the swordsman attacks him.

“Stop!” You yell and he freezes, barely dodging a kick.

“Don’t do that in the middle of a fight!” He barks at you.

“Woahh!” Luffy’s immediately interested, his eyes twinkling as he goes next. “Zoro, sit!” The swordsman sits while Sanji slyly smiles.

“Maybe we should give you a dog name, like Mossy.” Zoro clenches his jaw but stays seated. “Come here, Mossy, c’mon, paw!” Sanji holds out his hand and Zoro stands up while putting his swords away. “Huh, it worke-” He headbutts the cook. Doggy only takes orders from you and his captain.

Luffy

It’s a nice day, you were walking around with your friend and boyfriend on an island when you got tired; so now you’re relaxing in the sun for a nap. You’re falling asleep when you suddenly feel hands on your shoulders, opening your eyes to see Luffy barrelling towards you, slamming onto you before you can react which makes you knock down onto your back. “(Y/n)!!!” He yells happily and suddenly starts to lick your face. You push him back but before you can say anything you see dog ears on his head, a tail wagging behind him.

“Luffy? What happened?” You’re confused, are you still half asleep?

“I wanted to see you!”

“Not that, hun.” You point at his ears and he tilts his head before realizing.

“Oh! Got hit by something. Not a big deal though it doesn’t hurt.” You can tell it doesn’t hurt considering his behavior. You hear Nami next.

“Luffy, I told you… not to run off!” The navigator says angrily, panting from trying to keep up with the captain. He looks back at Nami, still attached to you, then starts to pant and noms your cheek.

“Yer choo shlow.” His voice is muffled with your cheek in his mouth, doesn’t hurt but it’s uncomfortable and he only gets off when you pry him off. He lands onto the ground while you wipe saliva off your face. “I missed you!” He jumps up, tail wagging.

“We just saw each other not too long ago Lu, I just wanted to nap.” You get most of the saliva off your face though you’ll have to wash it later.

“I still missed you, though…” He thinks for a moment. “More than usual too, weird.” Not one to care about specifics, he gets over it fast. “Well whatever, did you miss me too?”

“...Yes I missed you too.” Luffy’s too cute to refuse, especially when he gets so happy.

“Yahoo!” He starts to get zoomies, running around excitedly while his tail wags quickly. You look at Nami who sighs.

“It was other pirates, he got hit because he started complaining about being hungry.” She explains with a sigh, putting a hand on her face from stress.

“Well he looks okay, we should get him to Chopper just in case.” You look at your boyfriend who’s still running around. “Luffy, come here!” He just stands still for a moment, looking at you, before continuing to zoom. “Luffy…” He stands there but dodges and runs away when you try to grab him, doing the same as you continue to try.

“You gotta catch me!” He’s making a game out of this, happy playing with you. In the end he ended up listening less as an overly excited dog.

if you're interested in the idea, i'd love to make a request! >:3

bottom/sub! shanks x male reader with watersports (whatever interpretation you like) and/or dacryphilia. maybe w some mixed praise/humiliation directed towards shanks, but winding it up with a little bit of fluffy aftercare?

Sorry this took so long, tbh it was actually hot ass but I had to use my special method of just writing it even if it was trash and then just coming back to fix it later. Ngl first draft was so bad I had to do sm, but it's good to just get the basic outline out so I could do it once I had some motivation. Like oh my god it was so bad, it was physically hurting me but i did it.

Pretty When You're Mine

Shanks x Male Reader. Straight smut with some fluff at the end. It has watersports but nothing insanely crazy (though i don't actually know what's considered crazy.) 2626 words.

Shanks is relaxing, holding his mug while he talks to Yasopp when you walk into the room. Once he spots you his expression immediately brightens. “Baby! You’re not busy anymore?” You walk over to him and he sets down his mug to hug you.

“I finished not too long ago, actually, though shouldn’t you be busy?” You ask and he huffs before smiling with a carefree expression.

“It’s fine~ I’m busy often, let me take a little break, okay?” He looks at you with pleading eyes and you sigh.

“Okay, have fun.” His smile brightens as he grabs his mug and clinks it with Yasopp, in a better mood now that his boyfriend has also approved of his break; even if he technically didn’t need your permission. You sit down and he continues to chat as more crewmates come in to drink, everyone quickly taking this “break” as an excuse to get drunk. Not that your crewmates are boring, but you can only take so much when you’re already tired from working on things the whole day. Your eyes trail to your boyfriend, then down at his ass. Not being shy, you reach out and touch his butt, making him flinch. “Sorry, just an accident.” You stand and hug his side.

“A welcome one~” He winks at you while chuckling, continuing his conversation. You think a bit more, everyone is starting to get rather drunk at this point and your backs are both facing near the wall. It’s a big chance no one would notice anything if you got a bit bold. Your hand creeps from his waist down to his butt, slowly massaging it. Shanks keeps his expression normal but he can’t hide his reactions as well when he’s tipsy.

“You’re already drunk, Captain? Your face is getting flushed.” Hongo points out while you shamelessly continue.

“Haha, maybe my tolerance is getting lower as I age.” He’s trying to make up excuses while feeling your hand pressing against his soft ass.

“Or you drank earlier without us.” Another crewmate says and he bites his lip, panicking slightly when your hand slips under the hem of his pants.

“Hmm~” Shanks disguises a hum of pleasure as one of thinking when your finger teases his entrance through his boxers. “Captain’s privilege getting the first taste.” He shifts in place a bit, gripping his mug tightly as you slip under his boxers to touch him bare. You’ve already trained his body to be responsive to your touch and to keep himself ready. It’s cute, feeling him tense and react even if he’d truly wanted to hang out with friends, only making things worse when you slip a finger inside of him. Shanks lowers his head a bit, gritting his teeth to keep sounds in as your finger moves inside him.

“He did have a lot to drink before you guys got here ” You tell them, covering for your poor boyfriend. “You feeling sick, hun?” Your tone is worried but you’re relentless when you add another finger, if the crew weren’t drunk themselves this would be obvious; though it wouldn’t be surprising if a few more observant ones still caught something being off.

“I-I- nnGh~” He grunts when his tight, wet walls and prostate are teased.

“Geez, already about to vomit then.” They poke fun at him while you take the mug from his hand and set it down. Shanks immediately clings to you and you take your fingers out of him, then pick him up.

“Captain’s retiring for the night then, c’mon.” Shanks hides his face in your shoulder as you speak, not trusting himself not to give it away with his expression. Once you both are at his quarters you set him down, then immediately pin him to the door by the neck. “So cute, did you want everyone to know?”

“s-sorry.” Shanks pants, gulping as your grip tightens around the sides of his throat. His face is flushed, eyes unfocused as he pants. So tame, so weak, so different from everything he shows outside. You put your knee between his thighs and grind up, making him gasp. “Ah~!” He whines as you continue to grind up roughly, your hand staying on his neck while you lean in to give him a soft kiss. Your other hand undoes your pants.

“Open for me.” He opens his mouth and you spit in it before pushing him down on his knees, shoving your dick in his mouth before he could catch his breath. You let it sit in his warm throat, cutting off his air, until tears form in his eyes. Once you finally pull back to let him breathe he struggles a bit to catch his breath. “Good boy.” It’s satisfying to give him a little praise, watching the way he shivers at the name before you walk over to the bed and sit “Come here~” Shanks nods then crawls over to you to rest his head on your lap. Even despite the rough treatment he can barely keep himself still from arousal, squirming a bit with the sight of your bare cock in front of his face. “Feeling needy, yeah?”

“Fuck, yes.” He leans in and kisses the tip of your dick, then parts his lips again so you can play with his tongue, sensitive. He lets out a whine when your thumb presses on it while your pointer finger rubs against the roof of his mouth.

“I know, you loved every second of my touch out here.” You lightly tug on his tongue and he softly moans, pleading with you with his eyes. “Don’t know how you manage to talk when your mouth is always desperate for me.” He’s panting again, your words only serving to egg him on.

“Please..” He needily sticks his tongue out of his open mouth so you can grab your length, slap your tip on it a few times before grabbing his hair and smoothly moving his head down to take it all at once.

“No gagging, like you were made for me.” You brush his hair back so he can look up at you while you move him on your dick down his throat, using the roof of his mouth to stimulate yourself like he’s a fleshlight. Like he’s your fleshlight. When you grind his face down onto your pelvis you see his eyes roll back for a moment from the feeling. You’re starting to get close, but something’s bothering you. ‘I need to piss.’ You think as you continue to move your lover’s head to please yourself. An idea pops into your mind and you pull Shanks’s head off, much to his dismay clear when he looks up at you with a small pout.

“What happened? I like swallowing.” He thinks that’s the issue but you shake your head.

“I have to pee.” You tell him and he’s about to move back to let you get up when you stop him. “You don’t need to move, actually. Stay right there and look pretty.” He flushes slightly, staying where he is but in a better mood from the praise. “Good boy, stick out your tongue, just how I like it.” Shanks processes this then turns bright red with his eyes widening.

“You…” He thinks about it and then takes a shaky breath, a smile forming on his face as his dick twitches. It only takes a second after that for him to follow, opening his mouth with his tongue out while he watches the way you stroke yourself then aim at his face. He’s expectant, his eyes already dark with lust while he waits. The emperor is on his knees as you start to empty your bladder on his scarred face and all over that red hair everyone knows until it’s dripping with urine, stroking your cock while you feel the pressure in your body relax. It’s beautiful seeing him let you do this, to enjoy it. The pleasure that was building in your body while his mouth was on you bursts and you end it with tilting his head up to cum ropes onto his tongue and lips. By the end of it Shanks is shaking, the humiliation of having your boyfriend and subordinate piss on you like you’re a whore arousing him.

“Sexy like this, found a new use for you, yeah?” You close his mouth so he can taste the mixture of cum and urine on his palette. Fuck, this is too much for him, Shanks bends down and whimpers, his eyes rolling back as he spasms and shoots into his now soiled pants. You grab his wet hair and pull him up, already hard again. “Came from that..” He’s out of it. “I’m not done yet, though.” You lift him up onto the bed, pull his pants and boxer up enough, then thrust into him. Your pace is for you, but you’re aiming directly at his prostate despite Shanks just cumming, making his brain overload with pleasure. He can’t speak, his head swimming as he starts to sob with each thrust. “Taking it so well for me, huh, Captain?” Calling him Captain only heightens this situation, being a feared and powerful Captain and Emperor of the sea, yet getting dicked down on the bed like it’s all he’s good for. He’d almost be ashamed, but it’s too good and tears run down his face as he gets close to another climax despite his body not being ready. You realize this and lean down to press against his lower stomach, making him gasp. He drank a lot earlier, and hasn’t gotten the chance to go to the bathroom yet. “Feeling full?” No worries though, you’ll help him as his loving and caring boyfriend. Your hands go to his waist and pull him up onto you, lifting him up with your dick still inside. He lets out a confused noise as you bring him to the bathroom and set him down in front of the toilet, gripping his hips to start fucking into him quickly again.

“Too full, aH~ t-too full..!” Shanks can’t handle, grabbing onto your thigh to try to focus to no avail. He can barely realize what’s happening, you only hear mumbling and moaning repeatedly as you aim his dick at the water while stroking it, your other hand pressing down on his lower stomach again. His bladder presses against his prostate from the inside while pushing your dick harder against the outside, soft walls pressing against your tip and length. Shanks keens and he arches his back with his head on your shoulder, unable to hold it in as piss squirts into the water along with his cum. You’re unrelenting as you fuck into his tight heat while he lets out broken cries, then burying yourself into his tight heat before filling him up with your seed. He’s pulsing around you, milking your cock while he whines and shakes, piss continuing to stream from his dick. Once he’s emptied he goes limp and you catch him before he falls, your boyfriend panting while his head spins from dizziness.

“You alright?” Your demeanor changes once your high is gone, going from a little mean to caring. You even ignore the wetness of his cheek from tears and pee to kiss it lovingly. Shanks brain feels empty though, he can’t even nod yet as he catches his breath. Pulling out, you admire the view of your cum seeping from his hole and hand marks on his hips for a bit before setting him down onto the toilet to rest and let it drip out. “I’ll wash you up so just relax, mkay?” He hums and you turn on the water, rubbing his neck and hips where you gripped earlier while the water warms up. Once it's ready you set him on a stool in the shower and start to clean him gently, feeling him lean into whatever touch you give. You’re washing his hair off when you speak. “Your hair is so pretty, like the rest of you.”

“You pissed on it so I don’t know how ‘pretty’ it is to you.” He’s regained more of his senses as you start to clean his body.

“I think you’re more beautiful than before actually.” This makes him chuckle a little.

“Marked your territory on me, my pretty little head is for you without claiming it, don’t have to worry.” He winks and laughs at his own joke, but starts to cough from a sore throat while you pat his back.

“Want me to get you some water?” You ask him after rinsing shampoo from his hair. Shanks hums in thought then shakes his head.

“Get it after, the steam can help my throat just fine for now.” He puts his hand on his chest and looks up at you with a sad expression. “Unless you want to leave? Use me how you like like i’m a toy then leave me to fend for myself…” He looks away dramatically, wiping a tear that isn’t there.

“You’re never a toy to me, no matter what I do when we’re having sex.” You state with a determined tone, making him flush a bit.

“Just a joke..” He mumbles as you smooch him, then undress to get in the shower yourself. Your boyfriend whistles “Hello, handsome~”

“You’re not seeing anything new, even if I was clothed before.”

“I enjoy the view no matter how many times I get it.” Well that makes two of you, letting Shanks admire your body as you clean yourself off. Once you’re done you run a bath and dip your boyfriend inside, letting his muscles relax while you can go change the sheets. “Nooooo…” He grabs your wrist.

“I’m not gonna be gone forever, do you want to sleep on dirty sheets?” You have a point, but he doesn’t like it, letting you go and looking at you like an abandoned puppy. “I’ll be back soon you big baby.”

“Promise?”

“Shanks I’m gonna be right here, you’re acting like I’m leaving the ship when your bathroom is connected to your quarters.” He stares at you until you sigh. “Yes I promise.” That satisfies him and he beams at you, now you can go change the sheets. Dirty, but thankfully nothing seeped into the mattress itself. Kind of a last minute decision to do watersports, next time you’ll set something down. Once you’re done you go back to the bathroom to find Shanks leaning back while splashing softly at the water to entertain himself.

“You’re finally bac-” You smooch him to shut him up, then drain the bath and dry him off before wrapping him in a towel burrito style to carry him off to bed while he hums in delight from the nice treatment. You’re both too lazy to dress so it’s decided you'll both sleep naked, it’s comfortable anyway having your skin touching. Even if Shanks was the one getting railed you’re also a bit tuckered out, closing your eyes to let your body relax. Before you can fall asleep you feel shuffling from next to you, Shanks cuddles into your side, cute. You pull him close, cuddling back and kissing his forehead.

“Goodnight.” You say softly, but don’t get a response. You look at his face and realize he’s already fast asleep. Well, that’s enough of a good night for you and your eyes close.

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The crew loots a pirate ship from enemy pirates, finding barrels of alcohol. There’s excitement at first but when the Shanks tastes it, captain privilege, he makes a face. “Not good?” Beckman asks.

“Cheap, makes sense considering how weak they were, just tastes like piss.” His gaze trails to you with a sparkle in his eye, he’s hilarious.

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this is my first time writing watersports/dacriphilia so be nice i tried my best./hj now i just need to do the same thing with the other one...

A Good Liar

Shanks x gender neutral reader. Platonic. 744 words. 'thought' "speech"

You and Shanks walk through town, you’re lesser known so you don’t have to wear any disguises but Shanks is wearing a cloak to avoid anything happening. A fight isn’t a problem, but it’s a bother. He puts the hood down to let his hair air out, it’s humid so it’s a bit suffocating having it on. When he’s airing it out a civilian notices. Shanks looks at them and they slowly pull out a transponder snail, before your captain can knock them out in public you stop him and walk to the person. “Noticed you saw us.” You say and they nervously put their hands up. “Relax, this happens kinda often, just came to clear things up. You think he’s Red-Haired Shanks, yeah?” You point back at Red-Haired Shanks who keeps a straight face watching you.

“No I didn’t- I mean-”

“No it’s fine, but he isn't. Sorry for the confusion, that’s why he usually wears the hood when he’s out. It’s easier than having to explain it to every person who misunderstands. The civilian looks confused, looking to Shanks who quickly changes his expression from also confused to a nervous smile while putting his hood back up.

“Huh? Not him?”

“Yeah my friend gets confused for him kinda often, the Marines have been starting to get kinda pissed off since they keep getting called for false alarms. It’s kind of a shit coincidence they look alike, especially since he lost an arm during a construction accident years ago even before Red Hair lost his arm.” Shanks stares at you as you speak, trying to keep his expression while he watches you shamelessly lie to this person.

“But the scar, and the facial hair?” You only take a split second before coming up with more.

“Ah, man.” You put a hand to your head like you’re annoyed. “Sorry, it's not your fault. He keeps his facial hair like that because it looks nice, I mean Shanks kinda has the attractive ruggish look yeah, though would be better if he weren’t a criminal doppelganger of my friend. For the scar, well look closer.” You pull his hood down and the civilian puts his transponder snail away. “Hair’s a bit more orangey, and his scar’s on the wrong eye.” Shanks’s hair just looks like that from the afternoon sun, and the scar part is just a straight up lie. However, memories can be slightly altered and the person starts to look unsure.

“True, Red Hair is said to have completely red hair…” They stare at Shanks who’s biting the inside of his cheek to stop a smile.

“It is. You can call Marines if you want but they’re not gonna do anything except ruin me and my friend’s outing and probably yell at you.” You say, the civilian looking unsure.

“It is on the wrong eye..” Gaslighting works wonders, especially with fear of being wrong.

‘They bought that!?’ Shanks almost widens his eyes but keeps it in.

“Looks older too.” They add.

‘Ouch.’ Shanks closes his eyes in pain.

“Shoot, I’m really sorry.” You did it, they apologize and you pat the person’s back while looking into their eyes.

“It’s okay, I just don’t like wasting the Marines’ time nor do I want to get you in trouble.” You say, having a sympathetic look on your face like you actually care. The person nods and you motion for Shanks to put his hood back up, which he does. After that you share a few pleasantries, joking about the “first few times” your friend got “mistaken” as Shanks. Charismatic conversation and a few words from Shanks with him changing his voice a bit is all it takes until you two leave completely safe. Once you two get somewhere more private Shanks puts a hand on his face and crouches down, bursting out into laughter. You’re shameless, absolutely and utterly shameless.

“Construction accident? O-On the wrong eye?” Your captain stutters in between laughs as you smile.

“Hey, it was for the greater good. Aren’t you glad I'm good at improvising.”

“Improvising my ass, you’re a straight up liar!” He manages to stand back up straight, still cracking up a bit as he wipes a tear from his eye.

“We’re leaving this place tomorrow morning anyway, doesn’t matter.” You say with a shrug.

“Good to have you on my side, I’m never playing poker with you again.” He pats you on the back.

“Darn.” You snap your fingers.

was reading the most amazing shanks x male reader and everything was pointing to Shanks being the bottom and i was stoked and literally the last like paragraph and a half it switched to reader being the bottom and Shanks calling him little king. I'm so tired of this bruh i rlly cant get shit 💀

All the child fics I see have the child as a little ray of sunshine that’s loved to pieces by everyone, but I think it would be a little funny if they found a kid that was rather awkward instead. If you have any suggestions on other awkward kid reader like scenarios or other characters go ahead and request.

Shanks, Buggy, and Smoker with an Awkward!Child Reader.

Shanks

“Oh! Hey, there’s some kids here.” Shanks crouches down and speaks to you, but you quickly shake your head. “Listen, I know you aren’t the best at socializing but just try it out. Just for a bit?” He’s a bit worried, you don’t get to be with other kids much being on the Red Force. Looking into his eyes you start to feel a bit guilty, eventually nodding your head. Shanks smiles brightly “Great! C’mon, I’ll make sure you’re safe, okay?” He picks you up and goes over to the kids playing. Once you’re both close enough he sets you down, but you just stand there. He gives you a little push and you stiffly walk to the kids. They spot you and you freeze.

“Huh? Who are you?” They walk over to you and you go as still as possible. “Hello?” One of the kids waves a hand in front of your face but you just stand there like a statue. Shanks looks on, worried that you’ll get bullied. He shakes his head.

‘No, I should have faith in them as their father.’ He thinks to himself as the kids gather around the new strange child. They just kind of stare at you. One of the kids pokes you and you flinch.

“They move! How do you get all frozen like that, are you made of stone?” Your eyes slowly trail to your dad, nervous. He just gives you a thumbs up. Shanks gets approached by someone.

“Chief? Oh it’s you!” Shoot, he’s starting to get recognized, this damn hair. He has to entertain them a bit before they finally go away. Shanks quickly looks back to you, worried. The kids have.. started stacking things on you.

“Woahh…”The kids marvel at you. You have multiple blocks on your head, your stillness keeping them from falling. That’s… one way to socialize I guess. Your record is 10 blocks.

Mihawk

Mihawk holds you in his arms, he had taken you in a few months ago even before Cross Guild. To be honest, he was hesitant to bring you with him, but it was already known he had a child by this point. It’s safer to keep you where he can be with you, it’s one of the reasons he joined. Having a stable place to stay is best for you. Another worry he had is that the clown and Crocodile would be a bad influence on you, that you would turn into some sort of delinquent. Children can be unpredictable, and easily manipulated. However, that ended up not being the case. In fact, they seemed to be a good influence. Not because they were passing on good features, no, it was simply because you disliked them enough that you marked them as “bad examples”, he couldn’t be more relieved. It’s unfortunate you don’t make friends but this is better than becoming anything like Buggy or Crocodile. They had even attempted to appeal to you, trying to befriend you to have some sort of connection to Mihawk. Buggy so that Mihawk would be softer on him, Crocodile so that Mihawk would have incentive to be loyal. It didn’t work out. Crocodile realized very fast you were terrified of him, he isn’t the best with children either; and there’s too much risk trying to get close to you when your father hates when you’re scared. Buggy however…

“Hey, kid, here.” Buggy offers you candy, you stare at it then slowly back away, clearly uncomfortable. “Ah, uhhh.. What about this?” He starts to juggle, but you also look nervous, looking away. ‘This damn brat, aren’t kids supposed to like clowns?’ He curses in his head, but keeps a smile on his face. Finally, in one last effort, he pulls off his head and starts to do tricks with his limbs. “See? Cool isn’t i-” When he looks at the spot you were in you’re gone, like a mouse that skittered away. “God dammit, fucking kid.” Right as he says that he feels an intimidating presence behind him, hawk eyes digging into his back. He might be fucked.

Smoker

“Sea prism works on devil fruit users like Captain Smoker and this person. That’s why you don’t have to be scared, they can’t do anything to you.” Tashigi explains to you, holding the sea prism cuffs. She’s babysitting you for a bit while Smoker is taking care of business since you can’t exactly be left alone at your age. You had gotten startled by a prisoner being led to jail earlier, so she was explaining how they’re harmless with the cuffs on; even showing them to you. “You want to hold them?” You slowly nod and hold them in your little hands, they’re kind of heavy. While you’re looking at them Tashigi looks to the door, Smoker is back. “Ah Captain Smoker you’re ba-”

Click

…Oops. You put them on by accident. Immediately you start to panic, trying to get them off your wrist. “Ah, wait, I can just take them off for you. Stand still!” You’re panicking too much though, waving your arm around while Smoker sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Before she can grab you though, you end up flinging the cuff off of your wrist. It was too big to fit you anyway, the key wasn’t needed. Unfortunately, you end up flinging them directly at your dad, hitting him on the head. He flinches and falls back, the sea prism making him weak. “Captain Smoker!” He falls to the ground and you freak out like a startled cat, running around the office while knocking things over. Tashigi, flustered, doesn’t know what to do first. The cuffs slide off of his body and he moves again, grabbing you by the back of your shirt like a kitten. “I’m so sorry, sir I didn’t think-” He raises a hand to stop her.

Your father looks at you, your face guilty, and sighs. “It’s fine.” The office is a mess now, it’s actually a bit impressive. At least he doesn’t have to worry about people catching you. “No more cuffs.” He’ll worry about the office later, you’re more important.