i am not immune to oda's prettyboy propaganda so here are some misc. shamrock headcanons ^^
(spoilers for op chapter 1137)
- he's demanding and dominant right from the start. he craves obedience, and won't hesitate to grab you by the hair and growl orders into your ear until you give him what he wants
- if he's denied (or if you try to play hard to get) he goes full brat tamer. not averse to long sessions of edging and teasing until he finally gets you to break and beg for him to do whatever he wants with you
- he doesn't stop once you actually listen, of course. he'll degrade you, voice gentle and sweet while he chides you for being so easy, so quick to break at his command
- very handsy in a possessive, controlling way. in his mind, you belong to him; you're his pretty little plaything, and he doesn't intend to let you forget it.
- this behavior bleeds into his pet names, too. calls you his pretty little toy, his sweet little pet, but isn't averse to just calling you darling if you've gotten on his good side
- enjoys marking you up, too, just so there's no chance that anyone will question who you belong to. he'll grab your hips and thighs so hard he'll leave bruises in the shape of his hands, leave deep bite marks and dark hickeys on every inch of your neck he can reach
- the only way to really get him to soften, to drop his holier-than-thou act and smother you in sweet, soft praise, is to worship him. take your time tracing your fingertips along the faint lines of his muscles, kiss your way up and down his body, breathing soft against his skin, and you might just get him to melt <3
the idea of shanks using haki during sex makes me so crazy... he gets a little too rough with you and you try to squirm or pull away but his presence overwhelms you and your mind goes blank and you start leaning into every little touch.....
of course! thank u for the ask! (afab!reader implied here, but not explicitly stated)
B - on himself, as mean as it feels to say, i feel like shanks definitely values the only arm he's got left. he's very physically affectionate, always pulling his lover close by looping his arm around their waist or ruffling their hair. he's handsy in bed, too, dead set on committing the shape of his lover's body to memory. on his partner, though... hear me out on this one;; i think shanks is a thighs guy. he loves nothing more than to have his lover's legs wrapped around his waist, or to have his head between their thighs, stubble gently scratching their skin as he eats them out.
E - it's pretty much a universally accepted fact in this fandom that shanks is a playboy, right? it's no secret that indulgence is a big part of the life of a pirate, and shanks definitely doesn't break that rule. his wealth of experience with flings up and down the grand line is part of the reason he enjoys younger partners; he'll walk you through every little step of every intimate moment you have with each other, teasing you all the while for being so innocent. he's experienced with different types of lovers, too, various different body types and genders, so very little catches him off guard.
I - i've said it before but shanks is such a sap. he values any type of intimacy he can find with his partner, anything from sex to just cuddling, as subtle as holding hands or as hands-on as giving his lover a bath. his love shows in everything he does; that's just the type of person he is. he always yearns to hold you close, to let you feel his heartbeat as the two of you drift off.
P - shanks is always quick to get carried away, so he prefers as fast a pace as he can manage, just fast enough to make you whine that it's too much, all so he can grab your hip and pull you closer and murmurs reassurances to you. "you can handle it, baby, i know you can. you're doin' so good for me." he'll slow down just a bit when he's close so you can feel his cock throbbing inside you.
Q - he always prefers to take his time with you, but shanks isn't the most patient man... if there's a private enough place nearby, he's no stranger to dragging you along for a quick fuck, keeping his hand over your mouth to conceal your moans and taunting you for not being able to keep quiet. he always promises that he'll pick up where he left off once the two of you have more time-- and it's a promise he always keeps.
S - it's not just that he can go multiple rounds without a break; he insists on it. it barely takes him any time at all to get hard again after he cums, and he always begs for you to let him cum inside you each time. shanks will only stop once you can't take any more, and only then does he finally get tired and insist on cuddling with you for the rest of the night.
V - as much as he might tease you for the same thing, shanks is incapable of keeping quiet, always always always praising you or repeating your name, growling every time he thrusts inside you. he can't help himself; he has to let you know how good you're being and how good he feels.
W - even with only one arm, shanks is criminally handsy, always squeezing your ass or thighs when he's in bed with you. he's generally just a touchy partner, always needing you close, wrapping his arm around your waist to drag you toward him or draping his arm over your shoulders absentmindedly.
I keep thinking about how your first time with Shanks is so intense you have to beg for a pause when he first sinks in all the way—how you gasp out a wait, fuck— wait and scramble with your fingers grasping for anything to ground you as you struggle to catch your breath with how deep he is within you. And how he stills, his hand finding your own to thread fingers with yours as he dips his head to bury his face in the crook of your shoulder. His scruff brushes against your sweat-slick skin and you jolt from the feel of it, clenching involuntarily and drawing a low curse from soft lips that pant against the curve of your neck. Can’t be doin’ that if you want me to wait, sweet thing, muttered into your ear with a pointed grind of his hips that has a whine hitching in the back of your throat, and your free hand flying up under the loose linen of his shirt to rake nails down his spine in protest. Admittedly it’s a foolish attempt—one that you can’t find it in you to regret, even if it has the emperor foregoing your request and slotting his lips against yours as he sets a rhythm that steals the breath from your lungs.
A please I'm begging craving and DYING for it thank you (人•͈ᴗ•͈)❤❤ much love!!
of course! thank you for the love <3 (ask game)
A - shanks is a cuddler first and a human being second. a lot of his aftercare consists of more physical affection, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and wrapping himself around you, holding you close for as long as he can get away with. if and when you shoo him off, though, he starts making sure all your needs are met. he's very sappy and doting, asking every question and meeting every request he can think of. he'll fetch you anything you desire, draw you a bath if you feel the need, but he's more than happy to just stay and bed and drift off next to you, if that's what you want. (and if you return the favor? if you raise your hand to cradle his cheek and ask if he's okay, if he needs anything? he'll melt instantly, looking up at you with those big brown puppydog eyes and saying that you're the only thing he needs.)
Wow this blog is very cool and this person I totally don’t know really likes Shanks and I totally don’t know but I have a feeling they want to do K or C. 😀
this is cheatinggg (ask game)
C - i've said it before but he'll beg you to let creampie you. he's sappy about it, too, murmuring in your ear about how he wants you to feel all of him. if you're sucking him off he'll insist you let him cum in your mouth, then he'll stroke your cheek until you swallow.
K - i'm not the first to say that shanks has an exhibition kink but i do have some specific thoughts on it. shanks blends pda into borderline exhibition. if you're sharing drinks with him in a crowded bar, he'll start with chaste kisses and escalate it until he's got you pulled onto his lap, grinding up against you while he whispers for you to keep quiet so that nobody sees.
Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!
So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!
gotta get back into the groove of writing shanks stuff. how would my followers feel about one of those nsfw alphabet ask games to help cure my writer's block? 👀
Hiii could you please write a shanks x f reader who is virgin/not experienced? Thanks you💖
of course i can, guillotine-enjoyer! this is my comeback into the op fandom after a little bit of hiatus, so, i hope you like this filth mwuah mwuah
🍒a lil' hands-on session!
synopsis: seeing your incompetence, the captain of your ship offers to teach you some lessons. after all, experience is the best teacher, is it not?
pairing: f!reader x shanks [implied age gap.]
wc: 1.3k
cw: nsfw includes: dirty talking, teasing, pet names (angel, sweetheart, pretty, baby and such), guided masturbation(f!), fingering, soft!dom shanks.
NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN CAUSE I LOVE ME ONE (1) GOOD DILF! MDNI.
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"really?" and you knew that your captain wasn't trying to be an ass, knew that he was just curious — albeit, a little too curious.
it was hard not to allow a blush to creep up your cheeks when you repeated for the nth time, "no."
"you've not done anything?" shanks repeated, a certain gleam in his eyes at the way you squirmed under his casual scrutiny.
"no." hands folding across your chest, you slumped back in your seat as if to escape his heated gaze, "and what's it to you if i have or haven't?"
"nothing." the older man laughed, chasing the action with another sip from bottle full of alcohol. wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he shrugged, "it's just a bit weird."
you know what else was weird? this.
tucked away to one dark corner while the rest of the crew danced and sung around in a random party while discussing your virginity with your goddamn captain definitely wasn't on your bingo-card this lifetime, but here you were. weird, right?
"seriously?" you found a soft pout across your lips, looking at the man who's body was half-audacity and half-alcohol, "it's not weird. you're like a bajillion years old, so, it'll be weird if you didn't have any experience." you shrugged, bringing your own bottle of alcohol to your lips, "'m still young. i've got time."
"hm?" shanks cocked an eyebrow, experienced hands setting his bottle down on the wooden, creaking table. "i'm how old?"
warmth crawled up your face and you repeated slowly, "a... bajillion?"
shanks laughed at the slight waver in your voice, taking in your suddenly scarlet appearance, "did i scare young, little you?"
"no." you sipped the liquid again, trying to soothe your weirdly-parched throat with the volatile liquid, "don't flatter yourself. 's just the... alcohol."
"the alcohol's got you looking as red as a cherry, pretty?" and you nodded, scrunching your nose in retort, "it has. mind your own business, shanks."
you're not quite sure which part of "mind your own business" meant sitting on shanks' bed in shanks' room as he peered down at you far too late in the night.
the bridge of his nose was flushed red, eyes drooping down as he licked his lips.
"what do you know?" there was a slight slur in his speech, the kind that excited you when combined with the way his slow gaze drifted against your hot body.
"n-nothing." your thighs clenched shut, lips wobbling under his thick inspection.
"nothing at all?" and you swear you saw the slightest curl across his devilish lips at your small nod.
shanks dipped his face downwards, his skin smelling of cheap booze and bad decisions as he dragged his index across the soft slope of your cheek. his gaze held steady against yours, "do you want me to teach you?"
at your soft nod, shanks trailed the same hand down your cheeks to your collarbones. his eyes stayed on you, never once wavering. "have you ever done things... yourself?"
you shook your head, finding more confidence in your actions rather than your jelly-like words. and this time, he gave you a careful, cashmere smile, "want me to teach you?"
next you knew, shanks was nudging open your thighs, dragging your slick-soaked panties to the side far too easily. his hot breath fanned across your inner thigh, and your essence beaded out at his inspection.
you brought your thighs together, trying yet again to escape his filthy, filthy gaze, but he held your thighs apart with the same skilled hands. never once looking up at you, he breathed out, "don't run away, pretty."
his adept hand dragged yours down to your heat, guiding your thumb to swipe across the throbbing, neglected clit. the pad of your thumb collected the sweet nectar, and you shuddered at the soft touch.
shanks pulled his hand back to himself, looking at you transfixed as you experimentally swiped against the nub again, and then yet again. moments passed and you found a comfortable rhythm to coax an orgasm out of yourself.
as the touches become more natural, the circles grew sloppy against your sopping, desperate pussy. your back arched, the sensation building up in the pit of your stomach so fucking deliciously. your jaw slacked open, inaudible moans brewing in the back of your throat.
and at your actions, shanks groaned.
bringing up a steady hand up to your throat, he clasped your soft skin under his harsh palm. as shanks pressed down on your neck, your finger stuttered against your heat with the lack of air, "s-shanks."
"put your fingers inside."
your eyes widened, words twisting at his request, "i-inside?"
shanks nodded, bringing his own hand to play against your swollen nub with easy, calculated strokes. your back arched at the foreign touch, his fingers were so much rougher, so better experienced.
you slipped in a finger, followed by another. curling your digits against the velvet, you shivered at the way your gummy walls responded to the intrusion.
shanks was unyielding in his touches, never once leaving the swollen, fluttering clit and letting you breathe. no. he pressed down on your clit, fingers strumming against your heat.
the heat pooled out of your cunt, dripping down to his bed obscenely as your eyes rolled back. your hips rutted against your own palm, the friction drawing out pornographic mewls out of your wobbling, wet lips, "'m go-gonna cum. oh fuck—"
his swipes grew sloppy, no longer shapes or words but rather just primal, raw actions to make you come undone. you clenched your eyes shut, your back arching into the mattress at the way his and your touches made you combust and burn up from within. your stomach tightened, head growing lighter with each second, "—fu-fuck, fuck, fuck— ngh shanks-!"
"look at me." a gruff voice forced you back into reality. your captain hissed, a delirious look in his eyes to match yours, "fucking look at me as you cum."
"sh-shanks." your voice wavered, your fingers pistoning in and out of your addictive cunt as your body broke itself inwards. face flushed, hair growing matted against your skin, you sunk your teeth into your bottom lips, mewling out, "ngh— f-fuck, fuck it feels s'good."
"it does right?" shanks pressed forward, dipping his face against the crook of your neck. his stubble rubbed against your sensitive skin, and his breath stuttered out a falsetto as your muscles spasmed against your own hand.
shanks raised his face, locking his gaze against yours, "feel good, right?"
you nodded, already delirious and half-gone past mad, "i-it does. so, so s'good aah fu—"
one more drivel into your pathetic, fluttering pussy and you came undone with a needy moan of your captain's name, "s-shanks. i-fuck oh my god, ohmygo—"
"that's it." shanks cooed, his eyes burning up the lewd image of your flooding, sensitive folds against his hands, "that's it, baby. let it all out."
words barely coherent, your body spluttered and shivered until it steadied against the same head-board shanks had perched you against.
when you caught your breath, you met your captain's hungry gaze. a strong grip brought your limp hand to your lips, and shanks hummed wordlessly to suck off the remnants of honeydew splattered against your own digits.
wobbling, unsteady, you pushed the two fingers past your lips and sucked on them. your cheeks hollowed, eyes doe-like as you stared at your captain.
the older man snuck in a quick breath, huffing out a soft laugh at your antics, "you're a quick learner, aren't ya?"
you hummed against your skin, nodding so innocently as you let go with a pop! you licked your lips, staring up at the man, "got anything else to teach me?"
shanks laughed, the sound reverberating and setting your pleading cunt alight with need. the captain brought a steady hand to your flushed, warm cheeks, "think ya can handle it, angel?"
"uh huh." daringly, without ever once breaking the eye-contact, you caressed your hand against the obvious bulge in his pants, "not to mention, you're such a good teacher, cap'n."
"alright then." something in his gaze hardened, some unmasked desire ready to guide shanks to become your god, "on your fucking knees for me, sweetheart."
a/n: op fandom, i return with more filth! eat up well🤭
(okay, don't tell anyone but i'm trying to answer all asks asap. no promises though, okay?? so incase you sent one, hold on tight.)
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i feel like shanks immediately gets sappy and sweet right after you've both cum. he can be as dominant (and dare i say mean) as he wants during sex, but the moment it's done he turns clingy and cuddly, wrapping his arm around your chest and murmuring into your ear about how good you were for him, about how good you always make him feel. he's very very touchy and affectionate, even and especially after sex, always pulling you into slow, soft kisses or nuzzling against your neck, pressing his lips gently against your skin over and over until he drifts off pressed against you. he has to be holding you close when the night ends, has to feel you flush against his broad chest, so close that you can feel it rise and fall with each breath.
Whatever you do DON'T imagine how Shanks' scruff would feel against the insides of your thighs! DON'T imagine him pressing a cheeky kiss there after finally coaxing you into sitting on his face!
Shanks is relentless as he hits on you in a bar. Toxic behaviour from him but reader likes it I promise. Some angst, some smut, some fluff. There's a fair amount of buildup before the smut, but if you're patient i promise it's there lmfao
Pairing: Shanks x f!reader
CW: Mentions of gambling, bad family dynamic, semi-toxic Shanks, he's very persistent, reader is rude but she's valid for it, jealousy, groping, penetrative sex, oral (f and m receiving), size kink, belly bulge, brat taming (kind of), overstimulation, slight dumbification, dom shanks, bratty reader, age gap though not really touched on (reader in 20s, Shanks late 30s), slight daddy kink (mentioned only once), aftercare, happy ending
WC: 7.2k (im sorry i dont know how that happened 😭)
18+ MDNI
You’re sitting at the bar, nursing your drink as you trace the grooves in the wooden bar. You do your best to ignore the chaos around you, not wanting to participate in the revelry. New pirates come in and out of this bar every day, always celebrating something. After more than two decades in this town, you were used to the revolving door.
When you were younger, a life at sea had appealed to you. You’d dreamt of leaving this small island behind and embracing adventure. However, family commitments had held you back. Now, you were free of those commitments, but you stayed put in your steady life. Sure, you had the freedom to leave now, but after so long, a life of adventure no longer appealed to you. Or at least, it scared you more than it appealed to you. You supposed that you still felt the call of the sea sometimes, but you’d grown so used to ignoring it that you almost didn’t feel the yearning deep inside of you.
Tonight, you were drinking alone at the only bar in your town because you felt like your life was falling apart.
Your father had been the only person in your life for as long as you could remember. You wished that you could remember him fondly, but the only memories you had associated with him were negative.
He had been a gambler. You had memories dating back to your childhood of leaving your house in the middle of the night with as much Berry as you could find to bail him out of yet another "bad hand".
He’d grown sick when you were 15 and had stopped working. He’d kept gambling though, so you’d had to pick up odd jobs around town whenever you could to make enough Berry to finance his addiction.
He’d finally died 6 months ago. You imagined that you should have felt sad, but in reality, all you felt was relief. Finally, you were no longer responsible for bailing him out. You could focus on yourself. You were finally at peace.
Unfortunately, today the other shoe had dropped. Somewhere along the way, your father had accumulated an insane amount of debt to the thugs from a neighbouring town. They’d come by early in the morning today to collect.
You’d been completely blindsided. You had given them all the money you had, choking back tears as you felt years of your hard work slip away. It hadn’t been enough, not even close. The leader had bent down to be eye level with you, a menacing sneer on his face as he informed you that he’d be taking your house instead.
Now, you sat in the bar and fought back tears as you wondered what you’d do tonight. You had very few friends, and it didn’t feel right to ask them for help. You felt bad enough about the drink in your hand. The barkeep had taken one look at you and set it down, saying it was on the house.
You lifted your head to survey the patrons of the bar, wondering if you could go home with any of them. You laughed bitterly at the thought.
Pirates were notoriously greasy, and these pirates didn’t appear to be any exception. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. A certain red-haired pirate was laughing at a table, a huge mug of ale in his hand. He didn’t look too greasy. His eyes flicked up and met yours from across the room.
You ducked your head, swivelling back to face the bar. You shook your head as if that would rid you of the thoughts. It was time to think seriously. The weather wasn’t too bad, maybe you could just crash outside? Though, with how many strange men you saw around, you doubted you’d get a wink of sleep if you slept somewhere exposed. You'd be far too anxious.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone settle into the seat right next to you. You frowned. The seats around the bar were mostly empty, so there was no reason for someone to sit right next to you.
You lifted your head with a scowl, annoyed that someone had disturbed your wallowing. You were momentarily stunned to see none other than the red-haired pirate from before. Now that he was closer, you realized that he had three scars over his left eye. Ordinarily, you weren’t fond of scars. However, his accentuated his features and made him appear even more attractive.
Your eyes widened when you realized he was missing his left arm. You quickly looked back up at his face, schooling your expression.
He grinned at you, clearly enjoying how you were ogling him. Gods, get a hold of yourself, you internally scolded, annoyed that you’d lost your composure so easily.
He takes his time admiring every inch of you. His eyes rake appreciatively up your long, exposed legs. He takes his time moving them up to your chest, grin widening as he takes in the sight. When his eyes finally lift back to your face, you’re scowling even more.
He leans in, resting an arm on the bar. You stiffen as he enters your personal space.
“Can I help you?” You finally snap.
“Cranky, are we?” He laughs.
You roll your eyes, annoyed. You turn back to the bar, decidedly ignoring him.
“Maybe I can make your bad mood all better,” He teases.
“Fuck off,” You growl, taking a sip of your drink.
He bursts out laughing. It’s a nice sound, you decide. Though you wish he weren’t quite so close to your ear. You cringe a bit at how loud he is, ear ringing even after his laughter fades.
“Pretty mouth like yours shouldn’t be using bad words like that,” His eyes glitter as he continues to tease you. “Do you like being bad?”
You turn to face him, fed up with his lame attempts at flirting. You blink in surprise when you realize just how close his face is to yours. Your noses are almost touching. You recover quickly.
“What is your problem?” Your teeth are gritted. It had been a long day, and you really didn’t need this right now.
“You wanna know what my problem is?” He asks, tone suggestive as his eyes flick down to your full lips and linger.
You move to get up and leave, pretty certain you can guess what he’s going to say. Honestly, did men have no shame anymore?
He grabs your wrist as you spin away from him, keeping you from leaving. His grip is firm, though not tight enough to hurt. It feels more… possessive than anything else. A delicious shiver runs down your spine at that realization, but you do your best to push it aside. It didn’t matter how handsome this red-haired man was, now wasn’t the right time for you to be playing around with some guy.
He stands as well, stepping in close to you. You remain rooted in place, waiting for his next move. Now that you’re both standing, you can appreciate how tall he is. He towers over you. Your head barely reaches to his collarbone, if that.
His head drops, mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Yeah, that breaks the spell. You wrench your arm from his grip and shove him. “Where do you get off thinking you can just grab me like that!” You spit.
He doesn’t budge, despite you shoving him with all your might. He appears unfazed and chuckles at your meagre attempts to send him packing.
“You have a lot of spirit, don’t you?” He sounds appreciative, as though that’s something he admires in a person.
“And you have a whole lotta nerve. Can’t you take a hint?” Though, if you were being wholly honest with yourself you were glad that he wasn’t leaving. Bickering with him was doing a great job of taking your mind off the struggles of your real life. It didn't hurt that he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life. It was addicting, having his undivided attention on you. You were really enjoying this game of cat and mouse, and secretly wished he wasn't going to be scared off by your words.
He grins, leaning in closer. “I like women who play hard to get,” he winks playfully.
“Gods,” You mutter, turning away from him and finding a new seat further down the bar. You pick a stool between two people so that he can’t sit next to you again. The barkeep, seemingly amused by the whole ordeal, grabs your half-finished drink and slides it down to you at your new spot. You mutter a quick thanks.
The man leans against the bar right next to you, practically squeezing some stranger out of his seat. He ignores the stranger, still focused only on you. “Wanna know something?”
You groan. Of course he would squeeze into a tiny space to be next to you. It had been naïve of you to think that would stop him.
He laughs at the sound, reaching up to toy with the ends of your hair as he leans his head down to keep talking. “You have really pretty hair. It was the first thing I noticed about you.”
You turn to eye his hair. “Wish I could say the same for you.”
That was a lie. You really liked his hair. It was such a unique shade of red, and the way it caught the dim light of the bar was mesmerizing. But his ego was clearly way too big already, you didn’t need to feed into it.
He just chuckles, continuing to toy with the ends of your hair. “Someone’s feeling bitchy tonight, aren’t they?”
“That’s fucking rich.” You smack his hand away from your hair, standing up to glower at him. “You harass me and then when I fight back you call me a bitch? Real fucking classy.”
“I see I’ve struck a nerve!” He sounds amused, pleased to have elicited such a response from you.
You scowl and spin away from him.
Of course, he doesn’t let you leave. “C’mon, does it really bother you so much that a handsome man is giving you so much attention?”
“Not sure who you’re talking about there, because I certainly don’t find you handsome. Though, it’s not surprising that you’re so full of yourself.” You mutter as you make a beeline for the dance floor, hoping to lose him. It occurs to you that you don’t even know this guy’s name. You don’t want to ask it though, afraid he’ll take that as an invitation to pick you up and haul you away to his ship.
You can hear him chuckle behind you, but you ignore him. You find the perfect target, some random man on the dance floor. He’s alone and looks a bit out of place. He seems nervous, though not so much so that he’ll up and run away from you. You head straight for him, smiling broadly when he notices you.
You dance with the stranger. His hands settle on your hips as he sways with you. You can feel the red-haired pirate’s eyes on you, but you pointedly ignore him. You barely even look at your dance partner, too focused on ignoring your pursuer and hoping he’s feeling jealous. Maybe, if he’d been a tad bit nicer, you would’ve been dancing with him instead.
Shanks watches you move from a short distance away. He settles against the wall, prepared to stay put for as long as necessary. He’s completely in awe of you. Your movements are so graceful, so fluid. He doesn’t even care that you’re dancing with someone else. He just enjoys watching you.
Beckmann leans beside him on the wall, eyes on the girl Shanks had been relentlessly pursuing. “What’s her name?” He asks, voice gruff.
Shanks pauses for a moment, before laughing. “I don’t know!”
Beckmann frowns. “You’ve been chasing her all over the bar and you don’t even know her name?”
Shanks shrugs, still laughing.
The older man shakes his head with a sigh. “You’ve never been good at meeting people.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!?”
“You come on too strong. Scares them off.”
“I seem to have done alright. I have a whole crew! They all liked me enough to join!”
Beckmann laughs. “That's a terrible example. Most of these men are not normal. Flirting with a girl is different.”
Shanks raises a brow at his first mate. “I do alright with girls, but thanks.”
“Yeah, 'cause they all know who you are and throw themselves at you, desperate for the chance to sleep with an emperor! It’s different when you’re the one pursuing them.”
Shanks is about to protest, but one cutting look from the other man shuts him up. He’s still thinking of a response when he sees you grab your dance partner's hand and start to lead him to the door. He stiffens, not wanting to see you go home with someone else. Your eyes flick to his, so quick he’s not sure you even realized. But the motion makes him grin. It confirmed that you were doing this for his benefit. You didn’t actually have any interest in your dance partner.
He pushes off the wall, hurrying to the door to cut you off before you have the chance to leave.
“Be normal!” Beckmann calls out from behind him.
You’re almost out of the bar when your path is interrupted by a towering man. You look up to see the pirate smiling down at you. “No, sweetheart. You’re going home with me.”
“Can’t you see I’m spoken for?” You gesture to your dance partner, who’s standing cluelessly behind you by the door. The redhead glares at him over your shoulder, and your partner scurries off.
“Traitor,” You mutter.
He chuckles. “Did you really think I’d be worried about that boy? No, I’m perfectly confident in my ability to take you home.”
You cross your arms. “All you’ve done is hound me. Why would I ever leave with you?”
He places his hand on your hip, large fingers splaying as he pulls you closer. With his mouth next to your ear, and his voice low he murmurs, “Because, sweetheart, I know how to properly take care of a woman.”
You shiver at his words. You can feel your panties growing damp as a thousand possibilities rush through your mind. You push them away with a shake of your head and narrow your eyes at him.
“I know your kind. You’re a flirt. Sure, you’re focused on me tonight, but tomorrow you’ll be right back at the bar, searching for your next target. I have no interest in being another notch on your bedpost.” You try to keep your voice light, though the slight quiver hints at the very real insecurity behind your words.
He lifts his hand from your waist to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Sweetheart, I did not come to the bar tonight with the intention of finding a girl. You took me by surprise, and I’ve been… how did you put it? Hounding you!” He grins as he quotes you, “Because I want you. I really want you. That’s not going to change tomorrow. You’re perfect, and I’d be an idiot to let you slip through my fingers. I want you tonight – several times, hopefully,” You blush at the innuendo. “I’ll want you tomorrow morning, tomorrow night, and every day after that.”
“And what, I’m just supposed to take your word for it?”
He tilts your chin so you make eye contact with him. His eyes burn into yours. “Maybe I can back it up with my actions instead?”
His voice is sensual, and lust burns through you at his words. You flush, unable to respond as your mouth hangs. He grins, pleased with your reaction. He drops his hand from your chin to grab your hand, and he tugs you out of the bar.
You stumble behind him before deciding that this is exactly what you need. This man made you feel more aroused than you’d thought possible, and he’d barely even touched you.
You hurry to keep up with him, his long legs easily outpacing yours as he rushes you excitedly down to the docks.
“My first mate pointed out that I tend to go about introductions all wrong,” He tosses his head back as he laughs. “What’s your name?”
You study his profile as you continue walking, starting to wonder if he’s perhaps insane. You tell him your name, and he grins. “Good name. Suits you! I’m Shanks.” The name sounds familiar, but you’re not sure why. He stops suddenly and lets go of your hand to hold his out professionally, face solemn.
Your gaze flicks between his face and his outstretched hand. Slowly, you reach for his hand to shake it. He nods, satisfied. Immediately, he grabs your hand again and keeps pulling you towards the ship.
“You’re slow,” He complains.
“Sorry I’m not fucking huge! Your legs are twice the size of mine!”
“Maybe I should just carry you,” Shanks laughs.
“I really don’t think that’s–” He lets go of your hand to scoop you up. He moves so fast, you’re not sure how he does it, but one second, you’re standing next to him and the next you’re on his back.
You can’t help the startled laugh that bubbles out of you as you tighten your arms around his neck, holding on tight as he speeds towards his ship. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist to keep you secured on his back. His arm twists behind his back to help support your weight as you near the docks.
Your jaw drops as a massive ship comes into view. It stands proud with a red and gold trim, a jolly roger that resembles your red-haired companion painted onto the main sail. It’s the nicest ship you’d ever seen, and you’d seen a lot of pirate ships pass through your coastal town.
“You like her? She’s called the Red Force. Best ship out there, I promise you that.” Shanks grins, and you can hear genuine pride in his voice.
“It's beautiful,” You breathe. He sets you down in front of the ramp, turning to face you again.
“I’d offer you a tour, but there will be time for that later,” He grabs your hand again and leads you up the ramp onto the deck. He walks slower now, so you no longer have to jog to match his pace. You enjoy how his much larger hand dwarfs yours as he guides you along. You feel safe in his hold. Safe in a way you hadn’t felt in a while.
Once on the deck, you pause to look up at the sky. It was well past dark now, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Your breath caught as you admired the stars. There were so many filling the sky. It was beautiful.
You look back to Shanks, eyes bright. You find him already staring at you, a thoughtful smile on his face.
“What?” You ask, almost nervously.
He steps closer to you, moving his hand from yours to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulls your lower body flush against his in a swift movement that makes you gasp. Breathlessly, you stare at him.
“I’d quite like to kiss you now,” His eyes are trained on your lips.
You nod, “That would be okay.”
He grins, then tilts his face down. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. He pauses there for just a moment before closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.
His lips are surprisingly soft as they caress your own. The kiss is gentle, different from what you’d expected from him. It feels intimate, contradictory to the relentless was he pursued you earlier.
He pulls away slowly, as though reluctant to part from your lips. You share the feeling.
“Come,” He says quietly. This is a new side to Shanks, but you find you’re enjoying it. It feels nice to know that he’s taking this seriously. He can do more than just joke around, it seems. It reassures you that he meant what he'd said earlier.
He leads you down into the belly of the ship. You turn so many times you feel yourself getting lost before he finally stops in front of a large wooden door.
He looks almost nervous as he pushes it open. You step in first, taking in the sight of his bedroom. It was pretty big, much bigger than you’d expected for a room aboard a ship. His bed sat in the middle, made with red sheets. Your lips twitched at the sight. It seemed red was a consistent theme for your new pirate friend.
Standing in his room feels more intimate than you’d thought it would. You turned back to face him, finding his eyes glued to your face. Unsure how to cope with the unfamiliar feelings rising in your chest, you opt for a physical response instead.
Your hands reach up to cup his face, pulling him down to you. Your lips meet his in a kiss far more passionate than the last time. He bites your bottom lip, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your parted lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. This kiss is far more what you'd expected from a man like him.
A moan leaves you as you taste him. Sake, mostly, but also something else. A taste that was distinctly him. It was addicting.
Shanks pushes you farther into his room, shutting the door with his foot as he goes. His hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, holding you against him as he continues to kiss you.
You’d had kisses before. Some had been good, some had been bad. This one though? This was on another level. He kissed you like his life depended on it. You felt dizzy from the attention he was giving you. You never wanted him to stop. It was breathtaking and mind-numbing. It was perfect.
The back of your legs hit the mattress and you sat down hard. Shanks breaks the kiss, and you almost whine at the loss. He smirks, not missing the pout you make.
You try to steady your breathing as he pulls his shirt off. You’d quickly lost control of the situation. He had been pursuing you all night, and you’d planned on making him pay for that in the bedroom. You were hoping he’d even beg a little. But his confidence had changed. He no longer seemed cocky in a way that demanded you knock him down a few pegs. Instead, he exuded the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Your instinct was to follow his lead. But no, you hardened your resolve. You vowed to take back control of the situation.
You almost lost your resolve the second he tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it on the ground behind him. Your mouth waters at the sight of his strong body. Your hand lifted of its own accord to trace over the ridges of his abdomen. He drew in a sharp breath, muscles flexing, when you scraped a nail down the red happy trail disappearing into his pants.
One large hand grabbed yours, halting your movements before you could continue your path down to his clothed cock. The lighting in the room was dim, but you could see the evidence of his arousal straining against his pants. Even through the clothing, you could tell he was huge. You grew wetter at the sight, and your mouth watered at the thought of getting to taste him.
“Take your shirt off,” He commands, voice laced with lust. You almost do as you’re told before remembering that you were supposed to be giving him a hard time. It was only fair, really. So instead of taking your shirt off, you ignored him and raised your other hand to undo his belt.
Shanks frowns as you ignore him, but he doesn’t protest as you tug his pants down. He’s left standing in only his boxers, while you remain fully clothed in front of him.
You cup him through his boxers, eyes widening as you get an idea of just how big he is. You relish the way he groans under your touch. The hand on yours goes slack, and you pull free from his grip. Slowly, you tug his boxers down.
You gasp as his freed cock slaps lewdly against his stomach. He was huge. How were you going to fit him inside of you? You reached a hand up to wrap around the base of his cock, whimpering when you realize your fingers don’t touch. With your arm up now, you flicked your eyes between his cock and your forearm, eyes growing wide as you realize they were about the same size.
Shanks watches you from above with an amused expression, lips curled into a smug smirk. He was no stranger to this reaction. He was aware that he was much larger than the average man. But he wasn’t worried. He knew it would fit.
“You’re fucking huge!” You exclaim, almost accusatorily.
He bursts out laughing, which does nothing to ease your growing concerns.
“You’re going to kill me with this thing!” Your eyes flick between his cock, annoyed to find it twitching in your hand at your words. The tip is an angry shade of red as it leaks milky precum. Stressed though you were, you had to admit he had a beautiful cock. You desperately wished to take him into your mouth, though you knew there was no way you'd be able to fit much of him down your throat.
“I can’t believe you harassed me all night just to lure me back to your ship so you could kill me,” You muttered.
Shanks pushes on your shoulder, forcing you back on the bed. He leans down over you so that your noses are touching. His eyes sparkle with amusement.
“I promise it will be fine, sweetheart. We’re gonna make it fit, okay? I’m gonna take my time getting you ready for me, and then you’re going to take my cock like a good girl. And you’re going to like it.” He kisses the tip of your nose with a wink before working his lips down your neck, leaving marks behind as he goes.
You relax underneath him, fear leaving you as you get lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Touch me,” You order.
He lifts his head, an amused expression on his face. “You’ll have to be a little more specific than that, sweetheart.”
“You know what I want,” You scowl. You tangle a hand in his hair and push his head further down your body until his face is hovering over your clothed cunt.
Shanks laughs softly as you manhandle him, but doesn’t object. He kneels at the foot of the bed with your cunt right in front of him. He flips your skirt up and drapes your legs over his shoulder. He presses one lingering kiss to your still-covered clit.
“Take your shirt off,” he orders again, eyes burning into yours. You almost moan at the sight of him between your legs. It takes you a moment to register his words, but when you do you scowl.
“You don’t get to boss me around. That’s not how this works.”
“I think you’ll find I like being in charge. I also think you’ll find that you like it too.” He smirks from between your legs.
“I doubt it. If you want my shirt off so bad do it yourself.”
He stands. Your legs fall off his shoulders as he moves, making you frown. He bites the top of your shirt, lifting his hand up to grab the fabric next to his mouth.
“What are you–”
In one smooth motion, Shanks rips open the front of your shirt, revealing the bra underneath.
“You gonna be a good girl and take that off for me, or do I need to rip it too?”
“What the fuck?” You exclaim, propping yourself up on your elbows. Before you can continue yelling at him, he shoves two fingers into your mouth.
Your eyes widen in surprise as you sputter around them. He drops back down to his knees, using his teeth to tug your panties off.
Without wasting a moment, he dives in to devour your needy cunt. As much as his fingers in your mouth annoyed you, you couldn’t deny that it turned you on even more. You were dripping on his tongue as he traced the muscle around your hole. His appreciative groan as he tasted your juices reverberated through your body, making you arch up off the bed.
He alternates between flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit and pumping it in and out of your weeping hole. You clench around him with each thrust of his tongue, the feeling driving you wild. Your moans are muffled by his fingers as your eyes roll back in your head.
Shanks moans almost as much as you do while he eats you out. You're the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he can't get enough. He grinds his cock against the bed as he continues pleasuring you, desperate for some friction to ease the ache.
You are rapidly approaching you high under his skilled tongue. Your chest heaves as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. You try to warn him, but can't get the words out past his fingers. Your hips buck, meeting every thrust of his tongue as you loose control of your body, focused solely on chasing your high.
You cum around his tongue with a muffled cry. He laps your juices up eagerly as you clench desperately around him. He groans at the thought of you clenching around his cock later in a similar way.
Slowly, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth as you come down from your high. A string of spit connects the digits to your lips and drool drips down your chin, but you're still too far gone to feel embarrassed. Shanks enjoys the sight of you unraveled and messy before him.
He brings his fingers down to your opening and pushes them both in slowly. You groan at the stretch.
“Fuck, so tight sweetheart,” Shanks murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. The action makes you whimper.
Your hands tangle in the bedsheets to ground yourself as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you rapidly. He scissors the long digits as he goes, efficiently opening you up for him as he prepares you to take his cock.
When he adds a third finger, you cum around him again. Your back arches off the mattress as you cry out, clenching hard around his fingers as you drench his hand.
Shanks grins, loving the sight of you cumming because of him. He tries to keep going, eager to see you cum again, but you reach down to weakly grab his wrist and halt his movements.
“S’too much, Shanks.” You whimper.
He reluctantly pulls his fingers out, taking in the sight of you breathless and sweaty before him.
“Think I like you even better like this,” He murmurs, tracing an appreciative finger down your flushed face. You sigh as he unwittingly smears your own juices down the side of your face. He blushes at the sight and quickly licks it off, making you roll your eyes.
You don’t have the energy to argue with him anymore, so you take the compliment and his actions silently.
Your eyes drift back down to his hard cock. You reach a tired hand out, wanting to feel the weight of him again. His size no longer scares you. Honestly, you're too blissed out to feel fear. You just want him inside of you. Though, you were still a little too overstimulated. You could think of a few things to do in the meantime.
Your hand closes around his tip. You glide your thumb over his slit, spreading the considerable amount of precum around the flushed head of his cock.
He watches your movements, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. You start to move your hand up and down his shaft, relishing the feel of the veins beneath your fingers. He moans as his cock twitches in your hand with every pass.
You squeeze him tighter, enjoying how responsive he is. His head tilts back as his breathing picks up.
Unable to help yourself, you lean forward to lick at his slit, collecting some of the precum on your tongue before swallowing it down. You moan at the taste of him, even better than you’d imagined.
His eyes snap open as he looks down at you, surprised. You smile almost shyly as you continue to lick your way down his cock, and then back up.
You know he’s too big for you to fit the whole thing in your mouth, but you want to try your best anyway. You start with just the tip, suckling on it and enjoying the fresh wave of precum spreading over your tongue. Already, you feel so full. You shut your eyes, focused wholly on the feel of his cock in your mouth.
You push your head down as far as you can before gagging, but you really can’t take much of him in your mouth. He seems to enjoy your efforts, though, so you’re not too upset about it.
You pump his cock with both of your hands in time with the movements of your mouth. His hand tangles in your hair as he loses himself to the pleasure you’re providing him. Tears bead in the corner of your eyes as you continue to push your limits.
Not long after, he’s pulling you off of him with a reluctant sigh. The lewd pop of your mouth being pulled off his cock makes you blush. You pout as you lose the taste of him on your tongue, which makes him laugh a bit.
“Lay down, sweetheart,” He murmurs. “Head on the pillows. And get rid of your bra, too.”
You feel a fresh wave of arousal rush through your core in anticipation. You do as he says without complaint, which pleases him. You've lost the will to fight with him, too caught up in the pleasure he gives you. You toss the tattered remains of your shirt on the ground, and your bra is quick to follow.
He groans at the sight of your exposed tits. You cup them, feeling heady under his lustful gaze. You pinch your nipples, which makes you moan. He lets out a similar sound at the sight of you playing with your pretty tits for him to see.
He moves up the bed until he’s hovering over you. You spread your legs to make room for him between them, and his cock twitches at the sight of your exposed cunt.
He kneels between your legs, rubbing his cock through your folds to gather the slickness there. You gasp as his tip makes contact with your sensitive clit.
He lines himself up with your entrance before leaning down so that his bare chest is pressed against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist to open yourself up better for him. He kisses you sensually as he slowly pushes into your opening.
Even after he’d stretched you out, it was still a stretch to accommodate his size. You whimper as he pushes in, the size of him making your walls burn.
Shanks murmurs gentle praises into your ear as he kisses down your neck, telling you what a good job you're doing for him, how good you feel around his cock, and how pretty you look underneath him.
Tears well up in your eyes as the stretch becomes too much. He pauses then, seeing you're struggling and letting you adjust. He kisses the tears from the corner of your eyes, continuing to praise you softly.
You give him a nod when the pain fades, urging him to continue. You're breathless, unable to form words as he continues to split you open.
Finally, you feel him bottom out inside of you. You hear him laugh in delight above you, which makes you open your eyes to focus on his face. He's looking down at your stomach, eyes sparkling.
You follow his gaze and whimper when you spy the bulge in your stomach, the outline in the shape of his cock.
“Fuck, Shanks,” You whine. “So deep in me… feel so full.”
He grins above you, nipping at your neck. “Press on it for me, sweetheart.”
You do as you’re told, eyes rolling back as the pleasure intensifies under the pressure of your hand. Shanks groans above you, clearly enjoying the feeling as well.
“Keep your hand there. Want you to feel me thrusting in and out of you,”
You nod obediently, too dazed out to argue. He hasn’t even really started fucking you, and you’ve already gone dumb around his cock. The sight makes him smug.
He slides out slowly, only pulling his cock out halfway. You cry out when he pushes back in, the pleasure already so intense. He carries on like that, giving you slow, shallow thrusts while you adjust to his size. He can feel the moment you're ready for more, and he sets a more aggressive pace.
Shanks slams his hips against yours in hard and fast strokes as he fucks in and out of your tight cunt relentlessly. You can do nothing but moan as he consistently hits that sensitive spot deep inside of you, sending you spiralling towards yet another orgasm.
You're careful to keep your hand pressed to your abdomen, the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you feeling indecent under your hand. Your cheeks flame with each stroke.
Shanks is careful to keep his hips pressed down against yours to grind his pelvic bone against your clit with each thrust, stimulating you in the most delicious way.
Your nails dig into his shoulder as you feel the coil in your stomach snap. You cum with a sharp cry as your whole body shakes underneath him.
He groans as you clench hard around his cock. He into you, working you through your orgasm, and loving the dazed-out look in your eyes.
“You still with me?” He asks when he sees tears gather in your eyes again.
You nod, struggling to form words in the post-orgasmic bliss. “Feels so good, Shanks. It-it’s so much. T-too much I th-think, but I d-don’t want you to st-stop.”
He chuckles over you as he continues to pound his cock into you, blunt tip hitting your cervix every time. “I won’t stop sweetheart, don’t worry. Doing so fucking good for me, making me so proud. I knew there was a good girl in you, buried underneath all that attitude.”
You can’t formulate a reply as he fucks you dumb with his perfect cock.
“Want you to cum again for me. Can you do that, give me one more? Want us to cum together this time.” He pants. You can tell by his glazed eyes and flushed cheeks that he’s getting close. You are too, though honestly, you’re not sure if you ever came down from your last orgasm. Either way, you can feel the familiar pressure threatening to take you under once again.
“Yes, Daddy,” You whimper underneath him, struggling to hold your climax off so that you can cum together like he wants.
“Fuck,” Shanks drops his head to the crook of your neck at the title, unable to stop his orgasm from washing over him.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you as he paints your walls white with his seed. You’d never let anyone cum inside of you before, and the feeling of his warm seed filling you up sends you careening off the edge of your own high.
Your back arches off the mattress as you thrash under Shanks, your orgasm washing over you in sudden, powerful waves. He bites your shoulder to ground himself as your clenching cunt strangles his sensitive cock in the best way.
He keeps himself securely inside of your warmth while you come down from your high, unwilling to part from you so soon. You settle underneath him as your orgasm passes, gasping for breath but no longer shaking quite so much.
He presses soft kisses all over your face as he waits for you to come back to him. Your eyes flutter open slowly, and you're met with his smiling face. You smile back, feeling light and giddy after your orgasms.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, voice soft.
“Hi, Shanks,” You whisper back.
“I love the sound of my name on your lips,” He gives you a playful wink.
You giggle, half-heartedly swatting at his shoulder.
Slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of you. You whine at the loss, and even more so when he rolls off of you.
He grins and kisses you softly, “I’ll be right back.”
You nod, reluctant to see him go.
True to his word, he comes right back with a wet washcloth in his hands and grey sweatpants slung low over his hips.
You will your tired muscles to listen to you as you struggle to push yourself up into a seated position. You aren’t really sure what to do now. You know Shanks said that he wanted you for longer than just tonight, but if you were being realistic that had probably just been a line to get you into bed. And it had worked. Your cheeks flush with shame. How stupid and gullible were you?
You had nowhere to sleep tonight, so maybe you should just stay here? That is if he didn’t kick you out. Oh god, that would be so embarrassing.
Oblivious to the dark turn your thoughts had taken, Shanks sits down on the bed next to you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
You stiffen under his touch. If he wanted you gone, why was he being nice to you? That would only make it hurt more when he inevitably kicked you out.
He frowns as you freeze and refuse to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asks, suddenly worried that he’d gone too far. He hadn’t exactly been gentle with you. What if he’d hurt you? He’d thought you were enjoying it, but maybe he’d been so lost in his own pleasure and had been projecting.
“I-is it okay if I stay here tonight?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your cheeks burn hotter with shame. You refuse to meet his eyes, afraid of what you'll find in them.
Shanks frowns, confused. “Of course. I thought I’d made it clear earlier that I want you to stay with me. Not just for tonight, either. I guess we should talk about that.” He chuckles softly. “My crew is leaving tomorrow, and I want you to come with me.”
Your head snaps up in surprise. You study his face, looking for any sign that he's kidding. But his expresion is uncharacteristically serious as he waits for your response.
“You… you want me to come with you?”
He nods as if that were obvious.
“Really? You’re not kidding?” You eye him warily, fighting back the hope bubbling in your chest.
“Of course not! I think you should join my crew, y/n. We’ll have a lot of fun, you’ll see. You have a lot of spirit, which is perfect for a pirate! Plus, I need someone to keep my ego in check, and you seem up for the job,” He nudges you playfully at that last part.
You laugh, despite yourself. Could this really be happening?
“You don’t have to decide right now,” He adds uncertainly, unsure how to interpret your silence. “You can sleep on it and decide in the morning if you need more time.”
“I want to go with you.” The words are out before you can stop them. You slap a hand over your mouth, as if that could take the words back.
“Perfect!” He laughs, delighted. He leans in and kisses you, wrapping you up in a tight hug. His excitement is contagious, and you find yourself laughing too.
You blush as Shanks cleans you up, the action foreign to you. It feels nice though, to have someone take care of you even after the sex is over. It makes you feel cherished. That was a feeling that you could get used to.
After tossing the rag, Shanks curls in behind you and wraps his strong arm around you, pulling your body towards him so that your back is pressed firmly against his chest. He buries his nose in your hair with a muttered comment about how nice you smell, before he immediately passes out.
You stay awake for a little bit longer, thoughts racing as your body buzzes with excitement. Finally, after all of this time, you're going to realize your dreams of becoming a pirate and living a life of adventure. And you could already tell that every day with Shanks would be an adventure. You drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, feeling better than you had in a while.
Also, thank you to everyone who's sent requests in so far for my 100 followers event (here) I'm having so much fun working on them, you guys are so creative. I'll still be posting ~2 regular posts a week, and I'll be posting your requests as I finish them :))
shanks hates being teased, which makes him an absolute hypocrite, because he loves when he's the one doing the teasing. loves to spend slow mornings or drunk nights lazily rubbing his thumb over your clit, keeping his voice soft and deep while he taunts you for getting so worked up over him barely touching you. he'll purr gentle praise while he teases you, murmuring about how cute you are when you're desperate, how adorable it is when your thighs tremble and your cunt tightens around nothing.
he's a menace when he's eating you out, teasing your clit with soft licks and running the tip of his tongue along the rim of your hole. he'll spend minutes just kissing your inner thighs and nuzzling against you before he finally decides to suck your clit or thrust his tongue inside you.
he'll finger you under the guise of finally giving you what you really want, only to teasingly rub your g-spot and softly scold you when you whine. he's only teaching you to be patient, after all. he'll intensify his touches painfully slowly until you're finally about to cum, then he'll gently slip his fingers out and stroke his own cock at the sight of your flushed face and heaving chest. he can never hold himself back for too long, though; it always ends with him fucking as many orgasms out of you as he can.
