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Idk anything other than her name + the fact that maybe I’ll get into ocs
Kazima te Tannik Va’line’ite (•̀ᴗ•́)و
(^edited per advice ! Made her eyes bigger + yellow, widened her nose, changed her stripes, added different scars (purposeful scarification now per her backstory I’m putting together), and different hair)
If anyone has any advice on drawing Na’vi/avatars lmk pls!! Lowkey feels like she looks too human but I can’t tell if it’s her eyes or the brows… I used Neytiri’s 3D model for proportion reference + her and Lo’ak for my girl’s stripes but idk she’s a rough draft rn
Fanfics coming soon also but I’m in a writers block rn 🫠 hoping drawing will get the creativity flowing again
Made her eyes bigger + yellow, widened her nose, changed her stripes, added different scars (purposeful scarification now per her backstory I’m putting together), and different hair !
- mention of abandonment in Shanks/Beckman’s, mention of a toxic ex and Bi reader in Rayleigh/Shakky’s.
Nsfw, mdni
Shanks x reader x Beckman
It was easy to be charmed by pirates. You knew this well enough, seeing enough girls go heartbroken after being strung along for a few days, pretty words and good sex making them gullible. But you were determined to stay away from pirates, to never get attached.
Your resolve wavered, though, when the Red Haired Pirates came to your village. They were rowdy, drinking like they were dying of thirst and alcohol was the only thing that would save them. You knew you were doomed when their captain took a liking to you, his forward advances making you blush. It only fueled his behavior, but you managed a respite in the company of his much more reserved Vice Captain. Beckman was stoic, but he spoke to you easily. He huffed a laugh when his captain got a rise out of you, smiled when your face turned red at Shanks’ filthy comments. It seemed like the two couldn’t be more different.
You were wrong, though, and that terrible miscalculation is what led you here in the first place. You had convinced yourself that it wouldn’t mean anything if you found them unreasonably attractive, that it wouldn’t hurt to fantasize. But now, the promise you made to yourself was forgotten as desire overcame your rational mind. You had thought, if anything, you might fall to Beckman’s charms, his steady presence and sly words easing you into false security. If you were stupid enough, maybe you could have fallen to Shanks’ overt interest. It was nice to be wanted, in any capacity, especially by someone so clearly desired by others. You hadn’t thought you would be dumb enough to be talked into the situation you were in now, pressed between the two men in one of the dimly lit rooms above the bar one of them had apparently rented.
But your body had betrayed you, letting you be pulled into their arms. It had started slower, just kisses. Benn to your back, hands firm on your hips as his lips pressed softly to your neck. You were face to face with Shanks, arms around his shoulders as he kissed across your jaw, then down towards your chest. It was easy to get lost in the feeling of it all; hands roaming over your body, lips sucking harsh marks into the skin of your neck and chest. It was easier still to grind your ass back against Beckman’s growing hard on, his massive hands guiding you to roll your hips how he liked. The low groan he let out sent a thrill through you, emboldening you enough to pull Shanks flush against you, pressing your lips to his as you hooked a leg around his hips.
The grin he wore was viciously pleased, his hand gathering your hair and pulling just hard enough to tilt your head. It wasn’t long before you were undressed, pussy hovering over Beckman’s face.
“Sit your hips down on me,” he tells you, hands running over the expanse of your hips and ass as he waits for you to do as told.
“I won’t hurt you?” You ask slowly, unease rising in your chest. You’d never done anything like this before, you didn’t know how it was supposed to go. Sure he may be strong, but you didn’t want to suffocate him!
“He can take it,” Shanks drawled, “Can’t ya, Benn?”
Beckman hummed, meeting your eyes steadily. His pupils were blown wide, eyes heavily lidded.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxed, “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
Swallowing thickly, you eased down onto his mouth. The first thing you felt was his nose bumping against your clit, then his lips opening to suck you into his mouth. His hands smoothed up your sides to grope at your tits as he licked a broad stripe up your pussy, earning him a stuttered moan.
“Atta girl,” Shanks praised, his hand coming to anchor itself in your hair once more. He was a sight to see; hair disheveled, pupils blown wide, shirt off to expose the expanse of his chest and abs. Your eyes follows the sparse trail of hair from his chest down to where it disappeared below fabric, leading your eyes to the straining bulge in his pants like a treasure map.
He sits up on his knees so you’re eye level with his bulge, the hand in your hair slowly stroking your head as you concentrate as best you can. Beckman worked slowly between your legs, firm strokes of his tongue between your folds and over your clit as he ran his hands soothingly across your skin. Knowing your attention was divided, Shanks retracted his hand from your hair to undo the button of his pants, watching you reach out to undo his zipper.
His cock sprang free, and you tried desperately to remember anything you had heard about what to do when presented with a situation like this. You stroked him first, pumping your hand up and down his length in an attempt to seem like you knew what you were doing.
Shanks watched you intently, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. His hand combed the hair back from your face, letting him better see your pretty features.
“Press a little kiss on the tip,” he instructed softly, watching you do as told. You looked up at him for more guidance, the tip of his cock still pressed softly to your bottom lip as you continued to pump your hand slowly up and down.
“Use your tongue, lick up from the base to my tip, babe.”
You paused your strokes, angling his cock upwards so you could flatten your tongue against the vein on the bottom of his cock. Following it upwards, you kept your eyes on him for approval. You didn’t want to mess this up, not when it felt so good to have Beckman below you and Shanks before you.
You remembered what a friend had said before, her advice on how to suck dick. When you reached the tip, you circled your tongue around the head, flicking the tip of your tongue against the underside before taking it into your mouth.
Mindful of your teeth, you sucked experimentally, eyes glued to Shanks’ face for a reaction. He just grinned, breath becoming more labored as you did what your friend told you to do months ago. Beckman’s large hands returned to your hips, urging you to slowly rock them against his face. It felt good.
You again swirled your tongue over the head, tasting salty pre before taking more of him into your mouth. You weren’t confident enough to go more than another inch, and it was difficult to breathe properly with your mouth occupied and your pussy being ate.
“Breathe through your nose, love,” Shanks directed, his hand a firm weight on the back of your head as he collected your hair for you. You pulled back, breathing in, then took him into your mouth again. You repeated the small motion until you got your breathing controlled, finally taking him deeper into your throat. It was a struggle to fight back the reflex to gag, your eyes welling with involuntary tears, but it was worth the discomfort to see his head tip back and hear the sound he let out. It was a relieved sort of groan, exhaled softly from his mouth.
Just as you figured out a rhythm, bobbing your head and rocking your hips, Beckman’s pace switched. You choked on an exhale as he sped up, his tongue flicking over your clit before pushing into you, manually rocking your hips as your movements stuttered.
“Feels good to get that pretty pussy ate, doesn’t it?” Skanks said, drawing as much attention as you could spare back to him. “Lucky bastard below you always has to have that mouth busy, ain’t that right, Benn?”
Beckman hummed around you, the vibrations of his deep voice going straight to your clit, making you keen around Shanks’ cock. He groaned, “Fuck, she liked that.”
“We’ve been here longer than any island before ‘cause we couldn’t not get a piece of this pretty pussy,” He continued, urging your head faster on his length, “Never been harder than that first day when you ignored me for Benn. Learned something about myself, I suppose.”
You sucked harder at his tip, hearing his desperate groan before moaning around him as Benn sucked harshly at your clit. One hand found its way into his hair, the other pumping whatever cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth.
Through the haze of pleasure, you heard another zipper before feeling Benn groan. Heat flared in you, tightening the knot in your stomach as you realized he was touching himself. You were so close, you needed them to cum too.
Focussing on Shanks, you quickened your pace, sucking harder at his tip and moaning around him freely. He swears above you, and you know you’re doing something right when you feel his hips stutter forwards.
“Fuck,” he gasps, “‘M cumming, where—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as you suction your mouth around his tip, moaning as your hips stutter over Beckman’s mouth. Just as you tip over the edge, Shanks cums down your throat and Beckman groans below you, but his mouth never stops working you through your orgasm, so you keep sucking on Shanks until he has to push you away. He falls against the headboard, chest heaving as he allows you to collapse into his arms.
It’s Beckman who pulls the three of you into the shower after a long moment of catching your breath. Your head feels fuzzy, and your legs are barely strong enough to hold your weight. It doesn’t matter, though, because the two men help you to the bath, and they’re the ones who clean you up. Benn washed your hair, gentle hands combing out whatever tangles Shanks made, while the man in question washes your body with a soft cloth. Shanks kisses your nape, rubbing his hand across your hip and murmuring into your ear.
When you find your way back into the bed, you’re situated between both men once again. Shanks lets you curl up into his side, and Beckman holds you from behind, smoking a cigarette. It seems Shanks was right when he said Benn kept his mouth occupied.
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Rayleigh x reader x Shakky
You hadn’t through much of the older man who kept returning to your boutique until your friend said he was flirting with you. Mari said you should go for it, see where it goes.
“You don’t have that bum holding you back anymore,” She reasoned, “And you know what, he might even make you cum!”
You had nearly punched her when she said that, not knowing if the man—Rayleigh, apparently—could hear her or not. Mortifyingly, it seems he could.
It wasn’t until weeks later that you learned he was married, and your heart nearly stopped when she came into the boutique with him. His wife was beautiful, graceful and lovely in a way that was intimidating. You did your best to avoid them, embarrassment coloring your face, but she found you anyway. You expected her to yell at you, maybe demand your resignation from the shop, but she only smiled. She asked your advice on clothes, humming when you stuttered out an explanation. They paid and left, and you swore it was the last you would see of them.
It wasn’t, though.
They became regulars, seemingly taking a liking to you. Mari was elated, though your ex was less than pleased. He stormed in to yell at you, screaming about everything he deemed wrong with you, only to be manhandled out of the store by Rayleigh as Shakky approached to comfort you. Your boss had let you go home early, sympathizing with the embarrassing moment and the hurt it caused. You had agreed to go with Shakky and Rayleigh to their bar, the notion of free drinks irresistible after the run-in with your ex.
One thing had led to another and you found yourself buried in Shakky’s pretty pussy, Rayleigh fucking into you from behind.
You couldn’t really be blamed; after years of sexual frustration and shitty partners, anyone would take up the offer to get their rocks off by fucking the hot older couple who had taken a liking to them, right?
It hadn’t started like this, immediately getting fucked. No, you had complained about your shitty ex boyfriend, and they had asked about what all he said. You had confided that he was insecure because he couldn’t make you cum, but that you hadn’t met anyone who had been able to do that so it really shouldn’t matter. Rayleigh had rubbed your back, saying you just hadn’t met the right people, and Shakky had said it wasn’t your fault.
“It’s likely a lack of experience,” Shakky said, blowing smoke to the side, “Not a lot of younger people know what to do with girls like you.”
You had shrugged, absentmindedly saying “Well, not a lot of older people are interested in me.”
That sentence had gotten you into Shakky’s lap, one leg hooked over her hip so you could rub your clit against hers through the thin fabric of your underwear. She had gotten you out of your skirt, and her own pants were tossed somewhere across the room.
“Poor girl’s never gotten a good fuck,” She murmured against your lips, hands grabbing your ass to haul you onto her more firmly. The sound you let out was an embarrassing thing, something small and desperate, but she just grinned, kissing you harder.
Your clit throbbed as she kept the pace controlled and slow, your pleas doing little to sway her.
“Go on, Shakky, give the poor girl some relief,” Rayleigh called, watching the scene before him with rapt attention. He watched as you were flipped, landing in your back as Shakky knelt over you. She huffed, putting her cigarette out on the dish beside the bed before planting her hands on your thighs, humping at your pussy with enough speed and force to bring tears of relief to your eyes.
“Yes, please, yes,” you chanted, hands scrambling for purchase as you rolled your hips in time with her. A sob escaped you as your body locked up and your vision whited out, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. She helped you ride it out, rolling her hips against yours slowly as you twitched against her. Your body relaxed, even as your heart kept racing and your chest heaved.
“Pretty’s first time cumming, huh?” Shakky cooed, moving your hair from your face before palming your tit. “Shame I didn’t cum with you, baby.”
Vaguely annoyed, but mostly painfully turned on by her teasing, you planted the foot that was hooked over her hip and flipped your positions, hands firm against her hips as you bent to take her panties off. Once out of your way, you pushed her legs up before pressing your tongue to her pussy, licking a long, slow stripe up to her clit. Pressing your tongue firmly against her, you began to suck harshly on the little bundle of nerves before pressing a finger against her entrance. She was soaked.
Before you could get farther, a large hand on your hips drew your attention away from the woman before you. Glancing back, you saw Rayleigh standing at the edge of the bed, cock leaking in his hand. Pausing to pull your panties down, you arched your back as far as it would go, spreading your legs further to lower your ass enough to give him easier access. As you returned you attention to Shakky, you felt him press the head of his cock to your entrance, beginning to slowly push in.
“Breathe, pretty,” he murmured, hands rubbing up and down your hips and thighs to sooth you. You were wet enough that he slid in easily, but the stretch from his cock is what you had to get past. Breathing slowly, you forced yourself to relax, pushing back against him to get him inside. To make it easier on you, he reached around to play with your clit, feeling you spasm around him as he rolled it under his fingertips.
The final push in was the hardest, despite your eagerness and the hand on your clit. He was big enough that his tip pressed against your cervix before he was fully in, and the last few inches made you feel almost painfully full.
“He’s a lot, baby, go slow,” Shakky cooed, her hand combing back your hair as you focused on accommodating Rayleigh’s cock. The man himself kept firm pressure on your clit, moving you to orgasm once more just by playing with you and finally getting all the way in. Fuck, he was big. Whatever guys you’ve fucked in the past definitely didn’t measure up, and even the straps you’ve used fell flat. From size alone he managed to hit every good spot you could think of, and fuck, you’ve never felt more full. Controlling your breathing, you turned your face back into Shakky’s cunt, redoubling your efforts to make her cum as you began to push back against Rayleigh’s hips.
He pulled out, stopping when the head of his cock threatened to slip out, before pressing back inside in one smooth thrust. Impatient and eager, you fucked yourself back on him as you fingered Shakky, her moans fueling your desire to please. You’ve never felt better than when with them, and you’d be damned if you didn’t make it good for them, too.
With every thrust, you were pushed into Shakky, nose bumping her clit as you tongue fucked her. Her hand wound tightly into your hair, pulling you closer into her as her thighs tensed and twitched around your shoulders.
“Moan on her clit, baby,” Rayleigh instructed slyly, watching his wife give him a nasty glare before twisting her pretty face into a moan as you did as he said. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to watch himself disappear into your tight pussy. Groaning, he watched the fat of your ass recoil as you fucked yourself back into him.
Shakky murmured something to you between moans, and you reached down to press a hand over the bulge appearing below the skin of your stomach. You felt Rayleigh twitch inside you, hips bucking forward involuntarily.
If they wanted the other to cum first, you’d be happy to use the tricks they exposed. You threw your ass back up against Rayleigh’s hips, pressing against the bulge of his cock through your stomach. At the same time, you fucked your fingers into Shakky’s tight pussy, moaning around her clit before continuing to suck it. In trying to make them cum, it’s gotten you right back on the edge of orgasm. Your eyes burned with tears and you doubled your efforts, wanting to cum with them.
Shakky’s legs locked first, squeezing around your head like a vise as you kept steady suction to her clit. Tasting her release and feeling Rayleigh’s final, harsh thrust into your soaked cunt was enough to send you over the edge, pussy spasming around Rayleigh’s thick cock.
He swore, voice almost pained, “Gonna cum, where do you—”
“Inside, inside,” you desperately mumbled, pressing your cunt flush against his hips as you milked his cock dry.
You could feel his cum spill into you, filling you up more than his cock already was. You felt painfully empty when he pulled out, resting his slowly softening cock on your ass as he caught his breath. You were almost sad as you felt a thick glob of cum leak from your pussy.
After taking a moment to breathe, Rayleigh stepped back, giving your ass a smack before rubbing the skin tenderly.
“Good job, baby,” he told you, leaning over your back to kiss his wife before disappearing to start a shower for the three of you.
“Feel good, pretty girl?” Shakky asked, smiling when you hummed against her thigh
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A/n: late asf to this req, college and work got the better of me 🫠
My first time writing smut so I hope it’s good, also I hope the characters weren’t too ooc…
Anyway this was very self indulgent bc I #needthat
beta theta pi is hosting an event for the red cross foundation! $10 for an 'all inclusive' car wash. your good friends at the frat giving your car a clean, what's the harm? only, when you, shoko, and yuki pull up to the front of their house, you're met with nine very eger, very ripped, very shirtless men waiting to douse your car in soapy water. (crack, dry humping the car 💔, a lot of sexual innuendoes)
includes (all at the same time btw): gojo, sukuna, toji, geto, nanami, choso, ino, shiu, hiruguma.
wc: 2.5k || suggestive ! || art creds: @/thatsallitcheif
"i'm only going to see hiruguma, i wanna hook up with him tonight at maki's function." yuki smiled, she's got both hands on the wheel of your car, driving lowkey really badly. but oh well, she offered so who were you to deny a break from behind the wheel?
shoko, blew a puff of smoke out the back window and laughed. "yeah, i wanna see that chick i made out with at that mixer on friday, she was hot, said she'd be here too."
you cross your legs in the passenger seat and add, "i just need my car cleaned, and $10 is cheap. it should be fun!"
"yeah, 'fun.' those guys are gonna flock to this car the second we pull up, you're a fan favourite." shoko drawls.
yuki snickers and taps her hands against the wheel.
to be honest, none of you guys had been to a frat car wash before despite the majority of your friends being greek. you had no idea what you were in for.
yuki turned the corner toward beta theta pi’s house and you immediately regretted every hopeful word that left your mouth.
because right there on their lawn stood nine men who had apparently been sculpted by someone who was both talented and very, very horny. ripped and somehow shiny, dripping water everywhere, sponges in hand like they were props for an off brand magic mike set.
all nine of them looked up at once, and smiled.
big smiles. bright smiles. terrifyingly gross smiles.
you slumped back. “what the fuck is this?"
"why is everyone wet already?" shoko sighs.
“god bless america,” yuki whispered under her breath, slowing the car next to the group of shirtless men.
shoko hid her grin behind her iced coffee and murmured, “beta theta pie indeed.”
you covered your face as yuki pulled up next to them. they were gathered in a semi circle, like some kind of shirtless greeting committee.
toji and sukuna were holding two blue buckets each, listing them up as to show you what you were in for, geto had a sponge the size of a toddler in his hand. gojo twirled a towel over his shoulder in slow, unnecessary showmanship. nanami looked so fed up and uninterested it made you giggle. choso had eyeliner on that was smudged from the splash of water across his cheek. ino was leaning against nanami with his shoulders crossed. shiu and hiruguma wiped foam off their shoulders from the previous wash, panting for some reason?
you winced. “oh god, they’re all into this homo shit.”
yuki rolled down the window, looking hiruguma up and down before smiling at geto approaching.
as suguru stepped forward first, leaning down with that calm face he only used when he planned to say something outrageous. he opened his mouth, but gojo immediately shoved him aside with his forearm and planted both hands on the window frame, water from his chest dripping onto the seats.
“ladies,” he smirked. then he winked at you in particular, gross.
you stared at him with the exact expression of someone watching their dog try to talk.
“welcome to beta theta pi’s charity car wash! where the water is wet and the men can make you even-”
“oh my god, no,” you cut in.
he grinned wider. “can you not ruin my hilarious sex jokes, y/n?”
“shut up and wash my car, satoru.”
the guys all laugh and slap satoru on the back, teasing him for fumbling.
the men circled the car, and toji ended up at your window, bracing his forearm on the roof like some kind of hot bouncer in training.
“hey sweetheart,” he said, voice heavy with the fake flirting he saved exclusively for messing with you. “payment pretty please.”
you laughed under your breath, he committed to the bit so hard. you dug around in your bag, found the crumpled ten dollar notee, and held it out to him.
he didn’t take it with his hand.
no. that would make too much sense, apparently.
toji leaned in and took the bill with his teeth.
his actual teeth.
you jerked back with a grin. “what is wrong with you!”
yuki let out a loud laugh that egged on the rest to also get loud for no good reason.
toji pulled back with the bill hanging from his mouth, staring you down. you hadn't been to a magic mike show, but this was sculpting out to be very reminiscent of one..
"okay lock in we've gotta preform for these lovely girls." ino announces, making the men grab for hoses, sponges, cloths... eachother?...
you and shoko give each other a look of regret before yuki winds up all the windows and the boys get to work.
yuki tells you she is already imagining hiruguma doing something illegal to her window. shoko sighs deeply into the straw of her coffee.
the guys all huddle for a second, whispering loud enough that you can hear bits of it through the cracked seal of the door. you catch toji saying something about 'best clients of the day', and gojo reminding everyone to “hit the angles the ladies like,” which makes you tilt your head back into the seat with a sigh that’s half despair, half…. okay, fine, mild anticipation.
you barely have time to brace yourself before sukuna and ino rock up toward the front of the car.
sukuna pulls himself onto the hood with zero strain, water flying off him as he drags a sponge along the metal like he’s trying to seduce it, and ino follows by slapping his palm on the hood and yelling, “showtime boys.” the rest cheer like middle schoolers hyped on soft drink. it was so bad you wanted to strangle yourself from second hand embarrassment.
toji walks toward the windshield, he pumps soap into his palms, smears it across his chest until he looks dipped in whipped cream, then drags the foam down, down, down his torso with his forearm. he doesn’t even pretend this is for cleaning, he's practically screaming sex appeal.
he glances straight at you as he pulls more soap along his big shoulders, spreading it down his meaty bicep, then lifts that same arm and presses it flat to your side of the windshield. he wipes in one long sweep, bicep leading the motion like he’s using his own body as a giant sponge. shoko groans into her cup and yuki claps.
gojo and geto show up next, the two crouch low in front of the glass, wiping it up and getting it all soapy before smiling way too wide.
gojo uses his towel to draw circles in the soap, then traces a big, messy heart right in the center of the windshield. geto presses his palm beside it, drags downward, and mouths something that looks suspiciously like 'sweetheart'. you flick your fingers at them in a weak attempt to shoo them off, but gojo just leans closer, fogs the glass with his breath, and draws a tiny heart inside the big one. he beams at you like he's never been happier being told to fuck off.
“this is harassment,” you mumlble.
“no, it's like.. a community service?” shoko corrects without looking away.
“you don't pay for community service?"
"can you shut up and enjoy the show, y/n? damn." yuki laughs, pinching your cheek lovingly.
hiruguma's next, he leans over yuki's window, planting his palm above the glass and draging the sponge along the surface with slow strokes that make her jittery in her seat. he glances at her through the soapy smears which somehow makes the whole thing hotter. you watch her sit up straighter and try to act normal, she fumbles so bad but he seemed to dig it.
then, sukuna slams his palm against your window, making you jump. he leans in so close his forehead almost touches the glass. then, with the most charming motion you've ever seen from such a blunt guy, he presses his cut torso against the glass and reaches up to clean the roof of your car. he drags his torso up the glass until he’s standing on his toes, chest sliding along your window in a big soapy mess.
you cover your face and groan, yuki just cackles besides you.
back to the two black and white idiots, geto leans his cheek against the windshield, leaving a streak of soap behind, mouthing something else inappropriate you pretended to not understand, throwing your shoulders up in a shrug and pulling a confused face, he drew another heart, then another, then wrote your name in a looped shape that made gojo shove him aside like a jealous kid.
gojo slapped his own palm against the same spot and traced a messy star. then he kissed the glass. twice. you recoiled and yelled through the window, “stop spreading your germs across my car, satoru.”
he grinned, wiped sweat from his temple with exaggerated effort, then pressed his entire torso against the glass and slid downward in a dramatic slump that left a perfect body shaped smear.
shoko dropped her head back. “i can’t believe we’re friends with them. i can’t believe this is our chosen community.”
“you love this,” you said.
“i absolutely do,” she replied.
sukuna, after washing the back two windows, slapped soap onto his stomach and stomped around the car, then popped up next to your window again and flexed both of his beautifully sculpted arms. you stared straight ahead and refused to give him the satisfaction, which made him roll his eyes and swipe a handful of foam over your side mirror like he was offended.
choso was crouched next to your front wheel, dragging his sponge along the bottom panels, hair dripping. he flicked a grin at you that felt almost sweet until he lifted the sponge and squeezed it out over his own collarbone, the soap dripping a trail down the middle of his abs.
toji shoved him aside with a playful shoulder, snatched the sponge and slapped it against the center of the windshield again, leaving a bloom of white foam. he mouthed a slow call me through the glass before winking.
shoko made a pained sound. “this is your fault for being pretty.”
“this is not my fault,” you replied. “this is whatever hazing did this to them.”
gojo and geto had started some sort of synchronised routine at the front, rubbing their lower stomachs against the bumper like they were tryna fuck the car, they weren’t even cleaning evenly?. geto nearly slipped, caught himself, then turned it into a dramatic dip of gojo’s waist like they were ballroom partners.
gojo yelled, “you’re welcome for the show,” then winked at a passing car that nearly drove into a curb.
nanami and shiu were actually doing their jobs and begun swiping soap over the fronts and sides of the rear view mirror, shaking their heads from the joint second hand embarrassment.
hiruguma squeezed past shiu and tapped on yuki’s window again, lifting a sponge, dragging it down his arms, and rubbing his now soapy forearms in a circular motions against the glass. she melted against her seat with a quiet “oh my god he’s perfect.”
“shoot your shot,” shoko whispered.
“i will absolutely after this,” yuki replied.
“i think he already assumes you're something with the way he's eye fucking you, girl,” you added.
ino hopped onto the hood again, (these fatties were going to dent your car at this point), dragging a cloth up and down that somewhat actually shined the surface. he looked proud of himself and puffed out his chest, “look at that shimmer, boys! y/n's gonna be extra happy with me because i'm actually cleaning.” you watch as nanami and shiu give him a nasty death glare.
“get off my car,” you mouth.
“i’m making it sparkle!" he yelled so you could hear.
toji shoved him off with one hand. ino yelped, rolled across the ground, then sprang up like a jack in the box.
the guys kept laughing, washing, sliding, posing?, some actually cleaning and others intentionally being thirsty degenerates.
yuki was dreamily watching hiruguma rinse the side panels. shoko kept commenting on the absurdity under her breath. you pressed your forehead to your hand, hiding your smile as the boys devolved into a mix of professional detailers, strippers with poor form, and dogs who had discovered water for the first time.
in what seemed like the final act, after another small discussion between the professional washers, they covered their bodies in soap one last time and all surrounded the car.
"what the fuck are they doing..." you laugh-cry, not in the funny way, in the dreadful, strangled way.
yuki is too busy watching her man approach her window with a smile, shoko just replies with a blood curdling scream at toji approaching hers.
gojo and geto hop up onto the hood, rubbing their abs all over the front, choso is at your window running his back muscles up and down your window, ino and toji are at the back seat windows lowkey almost grinding up against the door handles in a showy, ironic way, shiu and nanami take the back window, begrudgingly rubbing soap all over it with their massive arms.
it's like these fuckass guys were trying to have an orgy with your car.
yuki is dying with laughter and shoko has moved to the middle seat as to not be too close to whatever weird shit toji and ino were pulling on her back windows, you just sit there, wallowing in embarrassment covering your eyes and groaning.
"open your eyes, baby!" gojo and geto somehow scream i sync, you laugh and shake your head, "no!" and they take that as a challenge. they start making drawn out sex noises while sliding their bodies up and down the hood, promoting the others to join in. except for shiu and nanami, of course, they were above this humiliation ritual bs.
they moan and groan like high schoolers trying to get the attention of a girl they like, it was so bad.
choso was at your window laughing in between groans, thinking your flustered state was the funniest thing he'd ever seen, toji and ino at the back are putting on a performance trying to moan like girls, very poor execution if you're being honest. hiruguma is laughing at all of this, still tryna look good for yuki.
you were not talking to these guys at the next function (tonight). this was too bad. so bad you wanted to cry, or laugh? or shoot yourself in the face? either way you deserve some sort of apology for this borderline harassment of your precious car. could cars be assaulted? if so you're going to court because what the fuck was this?
"cmonnnnn y/n! open your eyes or we'll keep g-going! ngh!" he moaned that last part, if you couldn't tell.
"y/n, i'm begging you, i can't do this anymore." shoko whined.
you groan and take your hands away from your eyes, taking in the sight of grown ass men rubbing their very cut bodies all over the place.
"atta girl!" geto hollered.
god, can you strike me down now?
"next time they do this, we are NOT going." you shake your head.
Apothecary!Reader x Shanks, Crocodile, Buggy, and Ace (separate)
- Shanks: mentions of bruises, phantom limb, drinking/alcohol, scarring | Crocodile: smoking and rolling cigars, vague mention of addiction | Buggy: sunburn | Ace: Nightmares
- Lowkey suggestive in all (minus Ace’s srry)
Shanks
Late into the light, Shanks gave up on sleep.
The bruises on his ribs were sore, his temples pounded, and his shoulder ached from the phantom sensation of his arm still being there.
Blindly, he made his way out of his room and down the hall, muscle memory building him up the stairs and into the converted room that made up your apothecary. Letting his eyes adjust to the light you had on, he made his way towards the back of the room where he knew you’d likely be working.
He collapsed down onto the chaise beside your work table, his head tipped back against the arm of the chair.
“Are you alright?” You asked, looking up from your book to observe your captain.
He was disheveled, more so than usual. His hair was askew from restlessness, the scruff of his beard left unshaven, and his body was stiffer than it had been in a while.
“No.” Was his murmured response, “My ribs hurt, my head aches, and I’m unable to sleep because of my damned arm. Lack of it. Whatever.”
With great effort, he opened his eyes as you got up from your desk, stepping around the room to pick up tins and jars. When you finally stopped in front of him, he heaved himself up.
Your hands were cold against his skin as you took off his shirt, letting him slouch back down as you looked at his bruises and his shoulder.
He heard the scraping of a tin being opened before feeling your fingers gently work a balm into his temples. It smelled softly of mint and chamomile, cooling his skin as you massaged it in. Your hands retracted, but he didn’t open his eyes.
He flinched slightly as you touched his shoulder, the pain flaring from the irritated skin atop his scars.
Something hadn’t healed fully right after his arm was bitten off. The scars kept aching, the skin stayed sensitive, and the muscle and bone of his shoulder felt different with each wether pattern.
He groaned as you began to lightly apply some ointment to the skin, his brows knotting together as his flesh began to cool and tingle. It was an odd feeling, though pleasant. Even more so as you began to lightly rub over the scars, your thumbs gently working through the tension and pain. He inhaled deeply, his breath becoming slightly labored as you pushed out the deep rooted ache.
“Feels good,” He murmured, another groan following his words as you pressed on a particularly tight muscle. He didn’t hear your reply, but the soft kiss pressed against his collarbone was enough.
You continued to work, sliding your hands down his torso to find the bruises left from a run in with the navy.
You massaged the skin there, too, before applying a cool cloth to the skin.
Before you pulled away, he reached his good hand down to take yours, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the pads of your fingers.
Crocodile
Crocodile ducked into the dimly lit room, his eyes finding you in the center of the room as you worked to fill little bags with carefully measured out portions. From the look of it, you were making teas; he recognized the smell of cinnamon and clove, his eyes finding the brightness of hibiscus and rose petals shuffled into the mixture.
“What services may I offer you, Sir?” You asked, a smile curling your lips as you continued to fill your tea bags.
“I’m out of cigars and whatever balm you gave me last time.” He answered bluntly, taking a seat at the little bar to your left. Behind the bar were most of your dried herbs, syrups, and infusions. The bar served as a drink table with easy access to your herbs and whatnot, and it was the place you predominantly rolled his cigars. He used to have his own line of them, in Alabasta. He had bought many brands before that. However none compared to yours; your tobacco was rich with nicotine, the varieties you carried suited to tastes he had not known he had. Some were sweet and light, others bitter and robust, and others still were spicy and aromatic. You played with the flavors, creating something new each time.
“I have a few more bags to fill, and then I’ll help you.” You told him, glancing up to meet his gaze as he observed you working.
His eyes tracked your movements slowly, watching the repetitive movements you made until you were done. Boxing the teas and setting them aside, you walked behind the bar and pulled out the notebook you kept below the counter.
“Would you like the same kind, or something different?” You asked, flipping through the little book to find whatever measurements you took down for the blends you made him before.
“Something new.” He answered, eyes intent on yours, “Surprise me.”
He watched the slow smile spread over your lips, the sort that made your eyes twinkle in the low light of the room.
The way you worked was almost hypnotizing; you moved around the small space with ease, measuring out each of your ingredients with careful precision before setting them aside.
His gaze was heavy on your skin as you began to roll the thick cigars, your deft fingers moving over each one with care. His eyes never left your hands as you moved, watching you place the filler in the wrappings before rolling them and placing them in the gilded tin he kept them in.
His eyes burned into yours as you offered him the final cigar, letting you place it between his lips as you cradled a flame behind careful hands in order to light it for him.
He inhaled deeply, closing his half-lidded eyes as the smoke hit his tongue. It was richer than the previous batch, heavier and smoother as it pooled into his lungs. It was spicy, heady in the way only your product was.
You grinned as he leaned forwards over the counter, slotting your lips against his as he exhaled the smoke into your lungs. It was only fair you sampled your own product, right?
“I like this blend.” He told you, watching as you exhaled the smoke he had given you.
Your eyes twinkled as you smiled at him, “I’ll keep the recipe, then.”
He blamed the cigars on the heady addiction he had to you.
Buggy
When you walked into your room after a day of foraging, you weren’t expecting to see your captain sprawled out on your rug.
“What’s the matter?” You asked, kneeling beside him. He knew better than to touch your poisonous plants, but that never stopped accidents.
“You weren’t there to put on my sunscreen!” He accused childishly, wrinkling his nose at you. His shoulders were cherry red, goosebumps risen along his spine from the chill caused by his sunburn.
“Oh, is that all?” You asked, arching a brow at his dramatics. “I thought you were a grown man who could do that himself?”
His frown deepened, though he had no response to his own words being thrown in his face.
Buggy watched as you got back up, grabbing the jar of aloe lotion you had made the week prior. He closed his eyes again as you turned back towards him, frowning again as he continued his act.
“Oh, Captain, whatever can I do to make you look at me again?” You asked dramatically, playing along with his ruse.
Before he could really get anything out besides a scoff, you were already lathering the cold lotion onto his skin. The thick muscle below your hands tensed up, becoming bulky and hard as he yelped from the cold ointment.
The green-tinted lotion slowly began to disappear as you rubbed it into his skin in soothing circles. You hadn’t thought it when you first met him, but the Clown was strong; his muscle was densely packed along his back and arms, reaching out across his stomach to form the ridges of his abs under the thin layer of fat.
Letting him roll over to apply the lotion to his chest, you were greeted with perhaps your favorite view.
Buggy laid sprawled out on his back, arms out to either side. His chest rose and fell slowly, the light through the window casting such pretty shadows over his face and body, especially as it caught the short blue hair creeping up from under his pants. The thin cropping of hair reached up, stopping below his bellybutton before lightly continuing upwards, growing slightly thicker as it covered his chest.
Pouring out some of the lotion onto his muscular chest, you were given such a nice excuse to rub your hands along the soft skin of his broad chest. Slowly working lower, you felt his abs tense below your hands as you worked the soothing lotion into his skin, even though it wasn’t burnt here. Better safe than sorry, right?
Finishing with his torso, you leaned down, pressing a kiss to the bottom of his abs, making your way over his skin towards his jaw. He made a sound of protest when you kissed over his lips to make your way to his cheek, peppering kisses across the swell of his cheekbone and towards his nose.
“Kiss my lips again.” He requested, his eyes peeking open at you.
“Will you forgive me if I do?” You teased, and he readily agreed, silenced only when your lips pressed against his.
Ace
Flinging himself out of his bed, Ace nearly tripped over himself as he stumbled towards his bathroom in a daze. He splashed cold water over his face, trying to break whatever hold his dream still had on him.
He wasn’t sure what had been so terrifying about his dream, but it had jolted him awake in a cold sweat, fear gripping him like icy ocean waves.
His heart remained racing, unable to calm down. Shaking his head, he quietly crept towards the room Whitebeard had converted to be your apothecary. He opened the door, praying you were still awake and able to help him out.
“Ace?” You asked, sitting up from your little sofa in the corner.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He told you, feeling a slight shame creeping over him. He shouldn’t be this affected by a nightmare, and he shouldn’t be interrupting your sleep because a stupid dream he can’t even remember.
“It’s ok, I just laid down.” You reassured, turning on the lamp beside you, “What do you need?”
He swallowed, making his way further into the room. Standing awkwardly before you, he avoided your gaze as he muttered, “Had a bad dream, I can’t seem to calm down. I was wondering if there was anything you could do to help me.”
“Sure,” you agreed easily, urging him to sit down in the little sofa as you went to fetch your tea pot and some cups.
Ace watched as you put a few flowers into two tea bags, adding cinnamon to the mixture. When you came back over to him, requesting that he help boil the water, he complied easily, setting a low flame to his palm to warm the cool water up. Once done, he watched as you put the mixture of flowers and spices into the teapot, letting it brew on the table for a few minutes as you spoke to him.
“I have lavender for peace and chamomile for easy sleep,” you explained kindly, “I added a few spices like cinnamon and clove for flavor, and I have some honey and sugar, if you want it.”
“Thank you,” he told you, meeting your gaze at last. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why my dream freaked me out so much. I can’t even remember it now that I’m awake.”
“It’s okay, Ace, we all have times like that.” You reassured, rubbing your hand over the skin of his shoulder, soothingly passing over his tattoo. The tea was ready to be poured soon after, and you handed him a cup with the warning of it being hot. He quietly added some honey, stirring it in with a small spoon as you doctored your tea to your tastes. When it was finally cool, he drank the tea readily, savoring the smooth taste. He wasn’t always a fan of florals, especially in foods, but he never turned down anything you gave him. It seemed that maybe you knew that, though, with your addition of savory spices and honey.
His eyes turned to you as you sipped your tea, looking out the little window beside you.
By the time all the tea was gone, he felt calm. Maybe it was the flowers like you said it would be, or maybe it was just you, but he felt a warm, calm sort of buzzing beneath his skin.
He helped you clean up, putting things in the little sink you had in the far corner, before turning to return to his bed.
“Ace?” You asked, and he turned, “Would you like to stay in here? In case you have another nightmare.”
He blinked slowly, finding himself nodding and walking back towards you before he consciously thought to.
He laid down on the sofa, half his calves hanging off the other end of it, and waited for you to situate yourself. Sleeping like this, curled and pressed together, was nothing particularly new. You two had slept together like this before, and he had had to sleep in close quarters with others for years by now simply because of his big the crew was.
As you laid down, blanket covering all of you and most of him as you curled up on his chest, he felt content.
A/n: I’m back after a brief hiatus!! I got busy with work and then had writer’s block like a mf and THEN I got sick with hand foot and mouth thanks to my baby cousins 🫠
All better now, though, and slowly working through requests!! Hope yall enjoyed this!
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Feat. content about Straw Hats, Marines, Cross Guild, Red Haired Pirates, Heart Pirates, Whitebeard Pirates, Kid Pirates
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Straw Hats
✅ Handling Jealousy by @zorosgirlfriend
Monster Trio/GN!Reader
✅ First Kisses by @silliestgoobster
Sanji, Koby, Mihawk/F!Reader
✅ Princes of Pining by @thetrasha
Sanji, Ace, Buggy, Brook/F!Reader
✅ Body Pillow by @penkura
Sanji/GN!Reader
✅ When they get jealous by @vampiric-tempt
Zoro, Crocodile, Law/GN!Reader
Your toddler always has her father’s back (inspired by @evamame’s adorable post for Atsumu)
You sat on couch with your toddler, observing your husband argue with his best friend. Objectively, Killer was right; Kid should not have stolen the cursed jewelry with his devil fruit powers, as now there was a very cranky ghost messing up everyone’s sleep with weird nightmares about rubber ducks and the overpowering smell of old lady perfume.
Kidd’s reasoning was that he didn’t know it was cursed, which would only be valid if he couldn’t read. Which he could.
So now they were really just arguing about what to do with it, since now the entire crew was nearly mutinous over their lack of sleep.
You were watching the pair like a movie, amused by the whole ordeal since whatever duck-obsessed elderly woman attached to the necklace apparently loved mothers and children since your sleep and that of your baby had never been interrupted.
“We could sell it!” Kid argued, “Just say we found it in a box and don’t want it!”
“And what if the ghost stays here anyway?” Wire interrupted, pointing to the necklace in question sitting on the table between them, “Ghosts can attach themselves to people, and you technically wore the necklace.”
“It stuck to my arm,” Kid dismissed, “That doesn’t even count.”
“Are you sure?” Killer asked, ready to just dump the thing overboard.
“Yes!” Kid answered jabbing a finger at the necklace, “If we dump it, we should at least get money from it!”
“Why don’t we just apologize to it and dump it overboard?” Killer reasoned, “Avoiding curses like that is pretty common.”
“I am not apologizing to jewelry.” Your husband snarled, offended at the prospect.
As the rest of the crew began to groan and argue, your daughter squirmed out of your hands, toddling over to stand beside her father.
She raised her hands, babbling loudly at the crew with a horrible snarl on her face, looking like the spitting image of her father.
She peered up at him for approval, repeating herself with a more exaggerated expression when he laughed loudly.
Picking her up, Kidd pointed at his friends, saying, “Exactly! Just as she said!”
“She doesn’t even know what she’s saying!” Heat complained mildly, Wire shaking his head beside him.
“She has her father’s back!” He proudly announced, “Just like you all should!”
Deciding to end the argument, you stood from the couch, grabbing your daughter and the necklace on the table and dangling it in front of your husband.
“Apologize to the ghost, Eustass.” You ordered, waiting for him to sourly give an apology. The rest of the crew followed suit, watching as you walked across the deck.
“Time to go, Ghost,” you announced, throwing the necklace overboard and into the inky waters below.
Turning to your daughter, you sweetly said, “Good job distracting your daddy, baby. Mama’s little girl, isn’t that right?”
a/n: once again, self indulgent! Also probably ooc but oh well. Hope you enjoyed reading!!
Sir Crocodile’s name was shrouded in infamy after his encounter with Strawhat in Alabasta. Leading Baroque Works to overthrow a kingdom and siphoning the water to destabilize the government, all while publicly being a hero? It was scandalous; especially because he was a Warlord, appointed by the World Government to be one of the “good” pirates. His defeat landed him in Impel Down, stripped of his title and power, left to rot below the sea.
But he was a clever man. He allied with Luffy, escaping the World Government after the mess that was the fight at Marineford.
Now, in the dead of night, he returns to the home he saw in his dreams during those long months chained away.
The home was small, cozy in a way he was unfamiliar with. It sat on the beach of a small island, one he hid away long ago.
Chimes rang out as he approached the door, ducking inside the doorway quietly. The house was dark, and even in his time away, nothing seemed to change; your favorite mug still sat on the wooden table, books piled up beside it. Your shoes still sat neatly at the door, your coat and umbrella beside them.
He made his way down the familiar hallway, his eyes catching on the pictures lining the walls. Inside gilded frames was your shining face, glowing and proud, with his own face beside yours. His lips curled as he exhaled smoke, tendrils of it curling around the images.
Quietly, he opened the door at the end of the hall, stepping inside the room and taking in the scene. The windows behind the bed were open, the soft linen curtains floating through the balmy beach air. In the bed, you were curled around a pillow, the sheets tangled around you. Slowly stepping towards the bed, he put out his cigar in the ash tray you had gifted him long ago. He put a knee down on the soft mattress, planting his hand down and crawling over the expanse of the bed to wrap you in his arms, careful not to snag you with his hook.
Taking your still sleeping head in his hand, he pressed a kiss to your temple, inhaling the lingering scent of your perfume from the day before.
Looking at your face, he was reminded how lovely you were. How much he had missed you.
As your eyes fluttered open, something in his chest settled as he met the eyes that had haunted his dreams when he was imprisoned in Impel Down.
“You’re back,” He heard you say, your voice sleep heavy. As your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, he pressed a kiss to the skin of your neck.
“I knew you’d come,” You told him, stroking his hair, “The moment I heard you were free, I knew you would come back home to me.”
He would, and he did. During the long days in Impel Down, he thought of little more than you; what you might be doing, what you might be reading, what you might say when he returned. And sometimes, when it was late into the night, he pondered what he might do to you, once he escaped.
And now, here he was, back in your arms. He could plot in the morning, devising all the ways in which he would get his revenge on those who imprisoned him, create plans to gain back his wealth and power, strategize new alliances and partnerships. But for tonight, he would hold you in his arms and finally rest.
a/n: this is probably very ooc but it was self indulgent because I love him a lot so hopefully others enjoyed it too! Thanks for reading!!
Also I saw live action Chopper and he’s SO CUTEEEE!! My only wish was they made him chunkier like in the anime but I’m so happy with his design!! I’m also SO happy to see the next season bc everyone on there is so fine omg
Also I might start writing for AOT… I’m undecided so lmk if that’s smth you might want ok bye
Asexual!Reader x Shanks, Law, Marco, Ace (individual)
obvious mentions of sex, but nothing explicit. Asexuality and sex-repulsed themes. Happy Pride Month!!
Shanks
- Explaining that you’re asexual and sex-repulsed was probably a bit tedious tbh
- He might not understand the intricacies of it, but he supports you and is proud that you told him
- He’s def had his share of relationships/flings, so I think he’d understand that what you want and what others want can be different while still maintaining healthy relationships
- Says it, too, but not in so many words
- If you ever feel insecure or pressured by anyone to want or participate in sex, he would be defending you ten toes down
- Probably whips out the explanations and vocabulary you rambled to him when he was drunk
- Makes sure you know that he knows you don’t have to want or participate in sex to love someone and show it
- Still makes dirty jokes and ends up explaining them to you if you don’t understand them
- If you do, he’s delighted because the fact that you don’t like sex but still get jokes is funny to him
Law
- Being that he’s both a doctor and survivor of a plague, he’d understand that you don’t want sex
- Being a doctor, a naked body is a naked body to him, and germs are also bad
- Also a big defender of you if anyone says anything
- Pulls out medical terms and explains things if people just need to be educated
- Whips out the nastiest fave if people are just being hateful
- I headcannon he’s demi so I think he gets it to an extent
- He’s doesn’t seem like an overly touchy guy aside from a very select group of people, so I think your explanations would make sense to him and he’d tell you that, too
- Would do research into asexuality if you asked (I think he would also be happy to know thing about/for his crew)
Marco
- another doctor, so a body’s a body in most instances for him
- Might not fully understand a complete lack of desire for sex, but supports you
- Another one to stand ten toes down if someone’s hateful
- Feels like an advocate for knowing things about yourself, so he’s more than happy that you know yourself
- Being in a crew as big as Whitebeard’s was, I think he lowkey at least heard it all, so he’s probably not phased by much
- A big supporter of saying you aren’t broken or messed up, you’re just you
- Tbh takes it in stride
Ace
- Firstly, the abbreviation is his name so he’d probably like that
- Secondly, I don’t really think he’d give a damn
- “Ok? You’re still you.”
- Also a big supporter of “you aren’t broken, you’re just you”
- Probably a little confused about not wanting sex at all, but understands that everyone’s different and has different preferences
- Probably asks a lot of questions about it and how you figured it out and why
- He’s definitely one that understands love doesn’t need to be and shouldn’t be shown only through sex
- Like, Luffy’s very affectionate and they grew up together, so he for sure is comfortable with casual intimacy in any relationship
- Has a script to whip out when people are being rude (he write it down to make sure he didn’t mess up)
- Thinks it’s great that you know yourself and are comfortable with yourself
a/n: thank you so much @ianmoone000 for this request! One of my friends is ace, and I’ve thought about demisexuality for a while now.
To everyone under the ace umbrella: you’re so valid and so great! Keep being yourself, and be proud of who you are! Happy Pride, guys!!
Vague mention of sexual themes in Shanks’s part (once and nothing explicit)
Shanks
The last time Shanks had seen you was the last time he had been home.
He left Fusha Island to pursue his dreams: sailing the seas, gaining notoriety and fame, finding the One Piece. He knows it was worth it, to leave. He knows that if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been fulfilled.
That doesn’t stop his chest from aching when his room is dark and he’s alone with a bottle of sake.
It’s times like this, when the crew is asleep and the night feels endless, that he reaches for the picture tucked away in the drawer beside his bed. It’s times like this, when the sea breeze feels suffocating and the stars look down on him with oppressive indifference, that he pulls out the worn photograph of you and him.
He was never a man to stay in one place, he always told you. He was raised on the sea; it was only right that he lived by her, too.
He was never a man to stay in one place; island to island, he sought the riches of the world. Gold, booze, women. Men, sometimes, too. Never while you were together, of course, but he was always an admirer of lovely things. In part, it’s why he broke things off with you. He never planned to return to the island, and he was unwilling to bring you along for the same reason he was unwilling to bring Luffy. He didn’t want to be the reason you were hurt, or worse.
He knows now, though, that you were the best of the treasures he had the luck of experiencing. As he looks at your image, memories begin to surface like ghosts around him.
You, smiling and laughing, your entire body thrown into the joy you experience.
You, combing his hair back when it had gotten too long at sea, resting your hand along the scruff of his jaw and saying, “I won’t kiss you until you shave,” even though you always did anyways.
You, sitting with him in the dining room of that dingy little house while you ate dinner. Luffy always sat between him and you, eagerly begging for stories of what Shanks saw when he was gone. You would always scold him for telling the nitty gritty stories at the table, ordering him and Luffy to eat dinner first and talk later.
His eyes refocused on the picture. His shoulder aches like it always does when he remembers when he had two arms.
Two arms to settle two hands on your hips, dancing with you in that little bar, laughing with you when you would laugh at his crew for their horrid behavior. Two arms to hold you close, late at night, when the moon was full and the crickets would sing. Two arms with two hands to roam over your soft skin, his thumbs rubbing circles onto your hips and waist, oftentimes running a little bit lower.
He doesn’t regret leaving for the sea. But he regrets leaving you, and that would always remain true.
Kuzan (spoilers at the end for Punk Hazard)
Joining the Marines was an easy decision when he made it, but the occupation soured after a while.
As he worked his way up the ranks, becoming a Navy Admiral, he had to travel more and more, following orders he didn’t like yet still obeyed. He began to see you less and less, missing important things and only having the time to write you once in a blue moon.
It had been easier for you both to part ways; this is what he tells himself. He doesn’t miss you, not really.
Honestly, he only misses you when he’s able to lay down in the tall grass, his bicycle propped beside him. It’s only because the flowers around him were your favorite, and he swears he only remembers that because he would get a bouquet of them for you every time he was home.
Maybe he misses you a little bit when he passes a store selling sherry wine because you used to buy it for him during the holidays. You’d always get him the fancy bottles he didn’t want to buy for himself, always smiling at him and saying how it was worth it if it was for him.
And so what if he misses you when riding his bike? You’d always sit behind him, hugging his waist as he took you in whichever direction you pointed. He says it’s because the weight of his bike is off without you, that’s the only reason.
It’s really nobody’s business but his own if he misses you deep into the nights when he has to sleep with two blankets because you used to be there to warm him up. It’s natural to want a good night’s rest, and without you there, he always feels a little bit colder.
Being an Admiral always on duty didn’t mesh with your life, so it was for the best to break up. He missed you too much and you couldn’t wait for him forever. You both agreed to call it quits.
Now, though, as he boards Blackbeard’s ship, he wonders if maybe you’d have him again. You always loved the sea, after all.
a/n: My second request!! Thank you @shanksbaby for this one, I tried to make it a little angsty and a little yearn-y, so I hope you like it!! Shanks’ is a good bit longer bc I love him, so let me know if you’d like something else with Kuzan!!
꧁How Marco, Law, and Chopper react to Dentist!Reader discovering and filling a cavity꧂
Marco:
- Generally relaxed through the procedure
- Probably a teensy annoyed that he couldn’t fix it himself, but how would he light his tooth on fire for his devil fruit to work??
- asks questions about what you’ll do beforehand out of curiosity
- Probably doesn’t need anesthesia is it’s a small cavity, but ends up really tense as you work so he ends up with local anesthesia anyway
- Probably stares at you while you work
- Very focused on staying still for you
- Compliments you in your efficiently after you finish his tooth repair
- Afterwards he’d help you put things back despite your insistence that he doesn’t need to
- Tells you his tooth feels better (it’s still numb)
Law:
- Was hesitant to let you work on him in the beginning, but has since learned to just let you do your thing
- Trusts you, but is also a little tense
- Super rare for him to get cavities, so he gets you to take care of them pretty quickly
- Absolutely blinded every time you use the light to see in his mouth
- Like he’ll open his eyes for a second because you moved away, only to be greeted by the sun right in his retnas
- Probably taps his fingers a little while you work
- Goes to lay down on Bepo afterwards
- Thanks you by sharing his thoughts on what you did (and getting you better equipment when he can)
Chopper:
- He’s in love with cotton candy; there’ll be some cavities from time to time
- As a doctor, he understands the procedure to some degree
- He hates fillings and probably cried to Robin when you told him you had to give him a filling
- (He was the one to complain all day about his tooth hurting)
- Anesthesia would definitely help him relax, since he wouldn’t feel pain from getting a filling in his tooth
- I think the noise would actually be the worst part of it for him, since reindeer are naturally skittish of loud noises
- Demands Asks for a reward for being super brave and not complaining too much
- Takes his reward by making you sit with him on the deck of the Sunny while he naps regains his strength from the arduous procedure
- Gives you a little plaque that says “Best Dentist” with a wobbly little tooth drawn in that Luffy and Usopp helped him make
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Late night calls from your long-distance bf while he’s at Blue Lock
The phone rang. Finally.
It was so much later than he normally called, he half expected you not to answer.
“Sorry for calling so late, dumbasses wouldn’t go to bed.” Barou explained gruffly, his eyes fixed on you once you answered. You were clearly in the middle of getting ready for bed, so he said, “Won’t keep you long, just wanted to see you before I went to sleep.”
God, he missed seeing you every day. Blue Lock was a lucrative opportunity, one you practically shoved him out the door for, but he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t regret coming in the late hours of the night when he had to talk to you over the phone, after his moronic teammates went to sleep, instead of being able to see you through the window and talk to you on the roof of your house.
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” you said, smiling, “How was your day?”
“Shitty. Fine.” He grumbled, pushing his damp hair back from his face, “Missed you. Our game went to shit because these donkeys wouldn’t follow my orders, and then they wouldn’t go to bed because they wanted to argue and shit. Got tired of waiting for them to shut up so I’m sitting in the damn hallway.”
He had explained to you before, the second he got his phone back from Ego, that he didn’t want anyone else here to know about you here. Soccer was shared by each person in here, but you were his, and he didn’t want any of the morons here to know anything about you. After being in close proximity to so many other guys for so long, it was a breath of fresh air to have something no one else did, or to be able to do something no one else could. He never told anyone, but one of the driving factors to him pushing himself and his team so damn hard was so he could get his phone back to call you.
“Tell me about your day.” He added, not really a request but not really a demand, either.
“I’m sorry your day wasn’t good, baby,” you said kindly before beginning a recap of your own day like he had wanted. Your day was always so much more vibrant than his was, never rooted in the routine of eat, soccer, eat, study, sleep, repeat, repeat, repeat. He loved Blue Lock, but he missed experiencing your day with you. Missed having you talk to him as he worked out, missed you studying while he practiced, missed babysitting his sisters while you made dinner and he was stuck playing dress up.
He wasn’t really listening to the drama you recounted, and he knew you knew that. He was thankful you didn’t comment on it because he wouldn’t know what to say. He was too busy watching the way your mouth moved as you told him whatever came to your mind, too busy watching the way your your necklace, the one he gave you for your one year anniversary, sparkled in the dim light of your room. The ring you had gotten him sat heavy against his skin, hidden on a simple chain under his shirt.
“You got your hair done.” He noted, his eyes drawn from your hair to the way you beamed at him, “Looks nice.”
You smiled at him, and whatever anger he had from the day left him. His frustrations from losing and his anger at his team’s arguments and stupidity evaporated from his mind and body, leaving only the burning feeling of his love for you. He never knew how to do things is halves; he was always all in or uninterested, and he was always all in for you, in all ways. God, he just wanted to be able to hold you in his arms now, not be in this cold ass facility, sitting on the floor of some hallway, likely being watched by Ego and having to half-listen for anyone coming down the hall.
He listened to you talk for another hour, content to just watch you over the phone as you washed your face and applied those fancy creams and serums to your skin and hair, acutely missing the smell of your perfume and the way it always lingered in his clothes. When your talking slowed down and your eyes drooped, he spoke quietly to you about what he’s been doing. The tricks he learned, how he’s improved his workouts, the food he got after working hard. When your breathing evened out and your face smoothed out, he smiled, just a little bit.
“Sleep well,” He murmured, “I love you, baby.”
He hung up, sitting there for a minute longer before pushing himself up and starting the trek back to his room. He rounded the corner and saw one of his teammates, looking like he was caught as he stared back at him.
Barou’s eye twitched, but he ignored the other boy and continued on his way back to their dorm room. He’d deal with that later, and if the moron knew what was good for him, he’d pretend he didn’t hear anything. It if he didn’t, Barou would make sure he knew not to say a damn thing.
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