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Sharing is Caring

SPOILER ALERT!

Pairings! Shanks x Female Reader x Shamrock

Warnings: drinking, smut, coercing, blow jobs, cunnilingus, and viginal sex. Reader gets spit roasted

Masterlist for Shamrock-> HERE

There weren't many things that he and his younger twin agreed about, but you were definitely one of them. It had started innocently enough. You were by yourself at the bar, and he had watched Shanks cast an appraising look your way and then throw a smirk at his older brother, brows bouncing before he'd turned away and sat by your side. Shamrock had scoffed and settled down in the back corner, content to watch his younger twin pull you in close and whisper filth in your ear.

It isn't often that the two of them have time to see one another, but they always make it count whenever they do. There wasn't much that the two had in common, but they did share the same taste in women, and you seemed to fit the bill.

It doesn't take long for Shanks to have you leave the bar and follow him to the booth that Shamrock has taken up. His twin gestures for you to slide into the booth first and then follows after you with a gleeful grin.

Drinks are had, and he and Shanks get to know you again little. For once, you seem to be more interesting than the other women the two of them have had before, with your strong opinions and the cute way you blush and sputter when they begin to lightly tease you.

It starts with the touch of Shamrock's boot, sliding along your ankle and up your calf. His face gives nothing away, but you blush and bite your lip all the same. It gets worse when a hand lands on your thigh, thumb digging into the meat and dragging up to rest right against your clothed core. Shanks feels you shiver under his hand and knows that they have you hook, line, and sinker.

“Shanks, go get us another round,” his twin orders, and usually he might protest, but not this time. He squeezes that plush thigh and then slides out of the booth, leaning in to kiss the side of your face on impulse before he disappears into the crowd.

Shamrock watches as you squirm, head cocking to the side as he slides the toe of his boot up further, ghosting over your knee and knocking your legs apart with ease, “You must have some idea of what we want from you.”

You jerk your head in a nod, face on fire as you flick your eyes up to meet his bored gaze. You are well on your way to getting drunk and have to squint to bring the handsome man into focus.

“Good. I'm not a fan of ignorance,” he rumbles, and you nod again, too nervous to speak to the twin who seems so much more intimidating than the one who’d brought you over here.

“Not scaring her away, are you brother?” Shanks quips when he returns. There are three mugs clutched in his hand that he sits down on the table, letting Shamrock divy them out.

“No. Only making sure that she knows what she is getting into. I quite like this one,” his twin murmurs, and you feel yourself face heat even further at his words.

They watch you sip your drink, and the evening carries on, the three of you deep in your cups, but you seem to be the only one affected. You feel that burning hand cup your thigh again, that devious boot stroking up and along your calf. Properly drunk and throwing caution to the wind, you look at the twins with pleading, glassy eyes, “Take me upstairs?”

One second, you are still in the noisy bar, and the next, you feel yourself being laid out on the soft sheets of your bed. You don't know where your clothes have gone, but you can't bring yourself to care right now, not when you are being pressed in on all sides, lean bodies blocking you in against the bed. You try to touch, but your hands are gathered at the wrists and pressed above your head, the accented voice of the older twin ordering you to keep them there.

Shanks shifts between your legs and delights in the way you twitch and moan when he leans in, mouthing at your inner thighs and nipping the soft flesh. Another hot mouth finds one of your nipples, tongue flattening against the bud before it is sucked between sharp teeth. The feeling of having both of these men is addicting, and even in your addled state, you never want this to end.

That mouth between your legs slides up, leaving a trail of cooling saliva in its wake. Shanks forces your legs wider, hooking your knees over his shoulders, breathing in that musky scent of arousal before he buries his face into your cunt, lips and tongue smacking as he drinks straight from the source.

Your mother falls open, eyes clenched as you keen in rapture. Shamrock takes advantage, mouth leaving your aching nipple to seal his lips against yours, tongue delving past your teeth to lick inside and curl along your own slick muscle. You taste like the alcohol they had pushed at you, but there was a sweetness to you that had the older twin delving further against you, seeking that unique taste. His hand snakes up your side, long fingers curling around your throat and squeezing just enough.

Shamrock pulls away slowly, reluctantly almost, but his cock is aching and he wants to feel your cunt clutch around him. Wants to pump you so full of his seed and keep it there until you're fit to burst. He glances down at his brother, smirking at the debauched express that he wears.

“How does she taste, brother?”

Shanks parts from your cunt just long enough to grin up at his twin, showing off the slick that clings to his scruff and around his mouth.

“Better than the sweetest dessert. You should have a taste,” He praises and carefully shrugs your legs from his shoulders, the two moving around one another like a well oiled machine so that Shamrock can take his place kneeling between your legs.

He doesn't waste any time, lips, and tongue attacking your sticky folds, and he groans at the taste. Shamrock eats you out like a man starved, making you squeal when his teeth graze across your clit. Shanks shuffles up the bed, grabbing his waistband and shucking his pants off to toss them to the floor. His hand finds your jaw, gripping it gently so that he can angle your face up to meet his eyes.

“You're not so distracted that you can't suck my cock, are you baby?”

Shanks’ smile widens when you give a jerky nod. He presses his fingers into your jaw, gently prying your mouth open and sliding his thumb inside, sighing when your lips seal around his thumb and suck softly. He watches your eyes shutter, breath harsh through your nose before he slides his thumb away, tracing your lips and smearing your slip across them.

It takes some shuffling, but you wind up on your knees, Shanks on his back, and a thick cock hovering in front of your face. His hand fists himself, pushing his length forward to rub his head along your lips.

“Open up for me, baby,” He coos, and you do as ordered, jaw going slack as he slides into your mouth with a low groan.

Shamrock pulls away from your dripping pussy, licking his lips and peaking over your shoulder to watch his twin's cock sink further inside your mouth, lips tight around his thickness. Feeling left out, he unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down, grabbing the base of his length and leaning forward to rub through your folds, gathering slick to smear down his length

“Going to fuck you now, darling.”

That is the only warning you get before he slams into you, cock stretching you all at once and making you whine and tense in their hold. Shamrock's hands find your hips, fingers dragging circles against your flesh as he stays still. You are exceptionally tight around him, his teeth bared in the dim room as he leans over you to plant harsh kisses against your back. He doesn't give you much time to adjust, too ramped up in his own pleasure, before he begins to rock into you, setting a harsh pace that forces the dick heavy on your tongue further down, thick cockhead sliding down into the tightness of your throat.

“Breathe for me, baby. You're doing such a good job,” Shanks coos, and his hand slips into your hair to keep it out of your face. He meets your wet eyes with a grin, hips snapping up and making you choke around his girth. He watches in rapt attention as spit and precum bubble up past your lips to drip down your chin, expression going dumb as the twins use you for their own pleasure.

You don't know how long you stay between the two men, mind blank aside from the knowledge that you were being fucked like no one had ever fucked you before. Your cunt quivers and sucks greedily around the cock that splits you open, cream thick and staining your thighs and sliding down to coat the tests that slap against you with every sharp thrust from Shamrock.

You swallow around the length in your mouth, straining not to gag when it throbs against your tongue. Shanks is fighting to not cum, not yet, not when he knows that despite their ministrations you haven't come yet. He meets his twin's eyes over the top of your head, and the younger of the two can tell that his older brother is close with that pinched expression on his face.

“Going to keep you locked up after this, darling. Ours to use and stuff full of cum. Won't ever be able to get away from us,” Shamrock snarls above you. His pace turns erratic, hips stuttering against your ass. One hand slides up your back, fingers wrapping around your throat and he groans at the feel of his twin's cock pressing thick in your throat. You make a strangled sound, eyes clenched shut and all you know in the moment is rapture.

You spasm under him as you come, cunt clenching tight around his cock and sucking him impossibly deeper. Shamrock follows you right over the edge, scorching seed flooding your pussy that he fucks right back in when it threatens to leak out. His brother isn't far behind, expression strained as he empties himself down your throat, teeth bared as your mouth works him, the cum that you don't manage to swallow spilling past your lips to drip to the sheets below.

Carefully, Shanks shifts, pulling his cock from your mouth and moving out from under you, laughing when you fall forward into the sheets. You feel full, and fucked out beyond sense, a whine leaving you when the cock inside your stuffed cunt is pulled out. You are rolled on your back, vision blurry as you stare up at the two men who had turned your world upside down. You are drifting, exhausted, but then you feel your legs shoved up, putting your pussy on display as Shanks steps between your legs. The bed dips, and the older twin stretches out beside you, calloused fingers tweaking a nipple that makes you lurch.

Shamrock meets your eyes, his own shuttered with pleasure as he smooths his hand up to cup your face. His expression turns teasing, lips turning up into a mean smile.

“You can't fall asleep, darling. We aren't near done with you yet,” He coos, and his words are punctuated by his twin bullying his cock in you, cunt stretching out to accommodate him, “Don't worry, we'll take good care of you.”

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Sharing is Caring

SPOILER ALERT!

Pairings! Shanks x Female Reader x Shamrock

Warnings: drinking, smut, coercing, blow jobs, cunnilingus, and viginal sex. Reader gets spit roasted

Masterlist for Shamrock-> HERE

There weren't many things that he and his younger twin agreed about, but you were definitely one of them. It had started innocently enough. You were by yourself at the bar, and he had watched Shanks cast an appraising look your way and then throw a smirk at his older brother, brows bouncing before he'd turned away and sat by your side. Shamrock had scoffed and settled down in the back corner, content to watch his younger twin pull you in close and whisper filth in your ear.

It isn't often that the two of them have time to see one another, but they always make it count whenever they do. There wasn't much that the two had in common, but they did share the same taste in women, and you seemed to fit the bill.

It doesn't take long for Shanks to have you leave the bar and follow him to the booth that Shamrock has taken up. His twin gestures for you to slide into the booth first and then follows after you with a gleeful grin.

Drinks are had, and he and Shanks get to know you again little. For once, you seem to be more interesting than the other women the two of them have had before, with your strong opinions and the cute way you blush and sputter when they begin to lightly tease you.

It starts with the touch of Shamrock's boot, sliding along your ankle and up your calf. His face gives nothing away, but you blush and bite your lip all the same. It gets worse when a hand lands on your thigh, thumb digging into the meat and dragging up to rest right against your clothed core. Shanks feels you shiver under his hand and knows that they have you hook, line, and sinker.

“Shanks, go get us another round,” his twin orders, and usually he might protest, but not this time. He squeezes that plush thigh and then slides out of the booth, leaning in to kiss the side of your face on impulse before he disappears into the crowd.

Shamrock watches as you squirm, head cocking to the side as he slides the toe of his boot up further, ghosting over your knee and knocking your legs apart with ease, “You must have some idea of what we want from you.”

You jerk your head in a nod, face on fire as you flick your eyes up to meet his bored gaze. You are well on your way to getting drunk and have to squint to bring the handsome man into focus.

“Good. I'm not a fan of ignorance,” he rumbles, and you nod again, too nervous to speak to the twin who seems so much more intimidating than the one who’d brought you over here.

“Not scaring her away, are you brother?” Shanks quips when he returns. There are three mugs clutched in his hand that he sits down on the table, letting Shamrock divy them out.

“No. Only making sure that she knows what she is getting into. I quite like this one,” his twin murmurs, and you feel yourself face heat even further at his words.

They watch you sip your drink, and the evening carries on, the three of you deep in your cups, but you seem to be the only one affected. You feel that burning hand cup your thigh again, that devious boot stroking up and along your calf. Properly drunk and throwing caution to the wind, you look at the twins with pleading, glassy eyes, “Take me upstairs?”

One second, you are still in the noisy bar, and the next, you feel yourself being laid out on the soft sheets of your bed. You don't know where your clothes have gone, but you can't bring yourself to care right now, not when you are being pressed in on all sides, lean bodies blocking you in against the bed. You try to touch, but your hands are gathered at the wrists and pressed above your head, the accented voice of the older twin ordering you to keep them there.

Shanks shifts between your legs and delights in the way you twitch and moan when he leans in, mouthing at your inner thighs and nipping the soft flesh. Another hot mouth finds one of your nipples, tongue flattening against the bud before it is sucked between sharp teeth. The feeling of having both of these men is addicting, and even in your addled state, you never want this to end.

That mouth between your legs slides up, leaving a trail of cooling saliva in its wake. Shanks forces your legs wider, hooking your knees over his shoulders, breathing in that musky scent of arousal before he buries his face into your cunt, lips and tongue smacking as he drinks straight from the source.

Your mother falls open, eyes clenched as you keen in rapture. Shamrock takes advantage, mouth leaving your aching nipple to seal his lips against yours, tongue delving past your teeth to lick inside and curl along your own slick muscle. You taste like the alcohol they had pushed at you, but there was a sweetness to you that had the older twin delving further against you, seeking that unique taste. His hand snakes up your side, long fingers curling around your throat and squeezing just enough.

Shamrock pulls away slowly, reluctantly almost, but his cock is aching and he wants to feel your cunt clutch around him. Wants to pump you so full of his seed and keep it there until you're fit to burst. He glances down at his brother, smirking at the debauched express that he wears.

“How does she taste, brother?”

Shanks parts from your cunt just long enough to grin up at his twin, showing off the slick that clings to his scruff and around his mouth.

“Better than the sweetest dessert. You should have a taste,” He praises and carefully shrugs your legs from his shoulders, the two moving around one another like a well oiled machine so that Shamrock can take his place kneeling between your legs.

He doesn't waste any time, lips, and tongue attacking your sticky folds, and he groans at the taste. Shamrock eats you out like a man starved, making you squeal when his teeth graze across your clit. Shanks shuffles up the bed, grabbing his waistband and shucking his pants off to toss them to the floor. His hand finds your jaw, gripping it gently so that he can angle your face up to meet his eyes.

“You're not so distracted that you can't suck my cock, are you baby?”

Shanks’ smile widens when you give a jerky nod. He presses his fingers into your jaw, gently prying your mouth open and sliding his thumb inside, sighing when your lips seal around his thumb and suck softly. He watches your eyes shutter, breath harsh through your nose before he slides his thumb away, tracing your lips and smearing your slip across them.

It takes some shuffling, but you wind up on your knees, Shanks on his back, and a thick cock hovering in front of your face. His hand fists himself, pushing his length forward to rub his head along your lips.

“Open up for me, baby,” He coos, and you do as ordered, jaw going slack as he slides into your mouth with a low groan.

Shamrock pulls away from your dripping pussy, licking his lips and peaking over your shoulder to watch his twin's cock sink further inside your mouth, lips tight around his thickness. Feeling left out, he unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down, grabbing the base of his length and leaning forward to rub through your folds, gathering slick to smear down his length

“Going to fuck you now, darling.”

That is the only warning you get before he slams into you, cock stretching you all at once and making you whine and tense in their hold. Shamrock's hands find your hips, fingers dragging circles against your flesh as he stays still. You are exceptionally tight around him, his teeth bared in the dim room as he leans over you to plant harsh kisses against your back. He doesn't give you much time to adjust, too ramped up in his own pleasure, before he begins to rock into you, setting a harsh pace that forces the dick heavy on your tongue further down, thick cockhead sliding down into the tightness of your throat.

“Breathe for me, baby. You're doing such a good job,” Shanks coos, and his hand slips into your hair to keep it out of your face. He meets your wet eyes with a grin, hips snapping up and making you choke around his girth. He watches in rapt attention as spit and precum bubble up past your lips to drip down your chin, expression going dumb as the twins use you for their own pleasure.

You don't know how long you stay between the two men, mind blank aside from the knowledge that you were being fucked like no one had ever fucked you before. Your cunt quivers and sucks greedily around the cock that splits you open, cream thick and staining your thighs and sliding down to coat the tests that slap against you with every sharp thrust from Shamrock.

You swallow around the length in your mouth, straining not to gag when it throbs against your tongue. Shanks is fighting to not cum, not yet, not when he knows that despite their ministrations you haven't come yet. He meets his twin's eyes over the top of your head, and the younger of the two can tell that his older brother is close with that pinched expression on his face.

“Going to keep you locked up after this, darling. Ours to use and stuff full of cum. Won't ever be able to get away from us,” Shamrock snarls above you. His pace turns erratic, hips stuttering against your ass. One hand slides up your back, fingers wrapping around your throat and he groans at the feel of his twin's cock pressing thick in your throat. You make a strangled sound, eyes clenched shut and all you know in the moment is rapture.

You spasm under him as you come, cunt clenching tight around his cock and sucking him impossibly deeper. Shamrock follows you right over the edge, scorching seed flooding your pussy that he fucks right back in when it threatens to leak out. His brother isn't far behind, expression strained as he empties himself down your throat, teeth bared as your mouth works him, the cum that you don't manage to swallow spilling past your lips to drip to the sheets below.

Carefully, Shanks shifts, pulling his cock from your mouth and moving out from under you, laughing when you fall forward into the sheets. You feel full, and fucked out beyond sense, a whine leaving you when the cock inside your stuffed cunt is pulled out. You are rolled on your back, vision blurry as you stare up at the two men who had turned your world upside down. You are drifting, exhausted, but then you feel your legs shoved up, putting your pussy on display as Shanks steps between your legs. The bed dips, and the older twin stretches out beside you, calloused fingers tweaking a nipple that makes you lurch.

Shamrock meets your eyes, his own shuttered with pleasure as he smooths his hand up to cup your face. His expression turns teasing, lips turning up into a mean smile.

“You can't fall asleep, darling. We aren't near done with you yet,” He coos, and his words are punctuated by his twin bullying his cock in you, cunt stretching out to accommodate him, “Don't worry, we'll take good care of you.”

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Red

SPOILER ALERT!

I just had to get this out! I've been thinking about them ever since I found out that the twin theory was confirmed! Sorry it's short!

Pairings! Shanks x Reader x Shamrock

*Heavy petting and name calling!*

Masterlist for Shamrock-> HERE

@cafekitsune for the divider!

All you could see was red. Red all around you, but all you could feel were the two men that surrounded you, sinful lips and dangerous hands stroking your quivering flesh. Fingers finding sensitive spots and dipping dangerously below your waistband, making sure that you couldn't sense anything but them.

You were theirs, found and coveted dearly by the twins. Always eager to give yourself to either of them when they have the chance to stop by your island. The hot press of their bodies was intoxicating, sandwiched between the brothers as you were. Where one hand went another easily took its place, bringing you closer to that delicious edge that one of them would pull you away from at the very last second.

A face, this one missing the three scars of his younger twin, hovered above you, a condescending little grin twisting his lips.

“Such a little slut for us, darling. One of us could never appease you, could it?”

The mean words make you whine, heat flaring in your lower stomach. You don't know who's hand is between your legs, but the sound of your arousal is loud in your room, making you scrunch your brow and press against it for more.

“Don't be so mean, brother. She's our good girl,” another face, this one with shorter hair and a mischievous grin that showed a hint of teeth, “Isn't that right, baby?”

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Plz make a yandere shamrock

I'll be honest. This one gave me a little trouble lol but I think I pulled it through.

Shamrock Masterlist-> HERE

Shamrock isn't the jealous sort, but don't you dare think he won't punish you later for speaking to another man. Especially if he catches you in the act. It doesn't matter to him that you were just asking about the weather or some other mundane subject. You are his, so in his mind, the one person you should feel the need to speak to was him.

Of course, his punishment is never meant to hurt you, but he can't help but get a little rough sometimes. He adored seeing tears well in your eyes, knowing that he was the one bringing you such burning pleasure. His favorite was you bent over his knee, ass on display where he could grasp and spank as much as he desired.

"Count for me, dear. I know you can do it. This is what you get for thinking you can pay attention to someone who isn't me."

But despite this, Shamrock loved to show you off. Being the leader of the god knights, he was usually at attendance to any ball or organization that the Celestial Dragons threw. He would meet you in your private room and help you dress each time, hands lingering on your soft flesh as he helped you zip and button the complicated dress that he insisted you wear.

He made you feel like a goddess in those moments, all gentle words and sweet gestures that only you were privy to. You were wrapped so far into the redhead that sometimes you didn't know where he began, and you ended.

"A god needs a goddess to rule over the masses, my love. They will bow and worship you, or I will destroy them."

Afterward, Shamrock would sweep you away, hands greedy and chest tight with frustration. For as much as he loved to show you off, he hated the attention you would receive. People who thought them good enough to even breathe in your presence. He was the only one to deserve you.

The god knight would strip you down, gloved hands ripping the fine material of your dress, needing to see you bare and pliant under him. Shamrock would lay you on the bed, gathering your wrists and tying them to the headboard, ankles lashed with rope and legs spread so that he could rest comfortably between your thighs as he whispered against your skin.

"Filthy commoners, thinking that they have any right to even look at you. You are mine, darling. You belong to me."

There is only one man who could make Shamrock jealous, however, and that was his good for nothing twin. He would grit his teeth and seethe whenever Shanks decided to show his face. His appearance would always end with the twins snarking at one another, his younger brother smug and carefree while he glared and sneered.

You were usually the reason behind it. Shanks always thought that he had permissions that other people didn't. Always thinking that he could touch and look at you without any consequences.

"You speak to her one more time, and I'll make sure you lose your other arm, little brother."

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I can’t stop thinking about Shanks and Shamrock stealing you from each other.

Summary: First is Shamrock, seeing Shanks’ happiness from having you and both wanting to have that for himself and also simply wanting to keep it from the other. Second is Shanks, saving you from being Shamrock’s plaything and inadvertently gaining the same obsession for you. Both must have made the other think you were dead to keep you, because there’s no way they wouldn’t raze the world to get you back if they knew you were out there.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: NSFW themes but no explicit descriptions of sex - more dances around it and focuses more on the acts around it and the implications of those, gn reader

Very yandere style, especially on Shamrock’s part. There’s a place where Shanks could be doing it for the right reasons - maybe on that trip back to Mariejois, he spied on his relatives and saw your mistreatment and just had to save you. Saving you and keeping you just blurred into the same thing because, after all, where are you safer than at the side of the great Emperor?

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Shamrock doesn’t need to delude himself into feeling like the Good Guy. If he wants something, he takes it. Who’s gonna stop him? It’s his right to have whatever he wants. He’ll just add you to the collection of people he keeps to worship him - and worship him they do. He’s a god amongst men, power and divinity made flesh, a walking idol and altar.

But you don’t. Yes, you wake him before the sun, wash his body with reverence, groom and clothe him, bring him his food and press it to his lips, follow him more dutifully than his shadow, allow him rights to your body night and day, but he can see the rebellion you have stored away deep, where you can wrap your soul in it thick enough to keep even him out. You never truly fought him more strongly than hesitation on orders, but his sight is as strong as Shanks'. He knows you give your love to the little cockroaches causing chaos in the world, praying to them in your heart even when your lips move to speak devotion to him. He wonders how often you pray for Shanks and it makes him angry enough to think of cracking the world open.

He tried breaking you. Shamrock had been raised to meet love with cruelty from his first breath, so it was quite easy. He berated you, isolated you, ran you ragged, but you’d just meet him with outward obedience. He watched as your internal and external worlds grew more dissonant and you got even farther from him. His anger grew such that he didn’t notice the empty pit beneath it.

How did Shanks get your love? He was a jovial fool so he likely showered you in sweet things and affection. He could try that.

But Shamrock wasn’t built for affection. It rang hollow, forced and insincere. Now even that pissed him off. He can do anything, why not this? Why was it so easy for Shanks? He doesn’t care if it was something he looked down on, he needed to be better than everyone at everything. The fear that failing at perfection set in him was something he never wanted to address. He shouldn’t need to; he was born of god’s blood and gods. don’t. fail.

You were more gracious than Shamrock deserved through his attempts. Trinkets were accepted and kept with the utmost care, even when you wanted to smash them beneath your feet. Fingers running over your scalp, a bit too rough to be calming (unlike the ones you missed so so dearly), were accepted placidly even when you wanted to turn and bite at them until you felt crunching bone. Lavish clothes were worn for all to see then later stripped before his eyes. Each time, the urge to scream would lessen as you simply lived somewhere inside of you where this felt Nice. Where you didn’t feel like a fattened pig getting patronizing pets and farcical adoration, all given not for what you are now but for the bacon they’d one day be chewing.

Shamrock got more desperate the more he tried affection. You leaned into his advances with more habit and ease and he found he loved it. He didn’t know if it was because of the novelty of getting closer to his goal of completely owning you or if he genuinely enjoyed the softness. He didn’t care. Either way, he was closer to invading that little place in you kept for yourself, right beyond the love you kept for Shanks. Once he was there, he didn’t care if your devotion was from obligation or love, so long as it all belonged to him.

Or so he thought.

One night, when he was getting his fill of you, it was different. You were different. You didn’t just let him do as he pleased and follow orders; you met him with your own wants and actions. Your hands weren’t just docile, they were seeking. Your breath wasn’t placid, it was canting. Your lips weren’t soothing, they were ravenous. And your voice - your voice. It held him captive in its tones, each one full of praise and pleasure and need. He’d never felt the bloom and rush of adrenaline come to life in his chest like it did when you kissed your way to his ear to rest your temples together and sing your praises right against the shell.

It hit Shamrock that this is what wanted all along - adoration given willingly, not dredged out through fear and necessity. He’d had it offered to him by hundreds and thousands, but none felt as good as earning it from you. Your loving touch had washed the anger straight out of him, exposing the yawning maw of that empty pit in his being. He shook in its presence but then you held him tighter, kissed him warmer, and it began filling drop by drop. He set a promise in his soul to do whatever he could to keep you treating him like this - no matter the cost, no matter the action, no matter the brutality, no matter the humiliation.

What Shamrock didn’t know, was that he didn’t destroy that stronghold in you; you simply enfolded him in it for a short while. You wanted to pretend. You wanted to live in love again, even if just for a bit, even if it wasn’t real.

But you had to be careful.

If you sighed Shanks’ name, you’re sure he’d kill you.

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While Shamrock’s story was of breaking your will, Shanks' story is of breaking your fear.

Your whole life is built around it. Fear is your drive, fear is every interaction. Fear both steals and drives your breath, fear steals and shapes your every dream. Most of all, fear is home and fear is safety.

Shanks' heart aches at what Shamrock made of you. Is there a person in there beyond the wounded animal? Or are they so far beyond reach they may as well be dead?

Seeing you, a ball of survival instinct made at once of tempered obedience and frantic reactivity, has him even more sure of all his choices to stay far away from the life his blood could afford him. Sure, the world is cruel and has broken many a man in their search for goods and glory and freedom, but not like this. This could only be achieved by a conscious effort hell bent on complete domination, knowledgeable in cruelty and uncaring for suffering.

Shanks is sure that freedom would save you, but freedom doesn't sit so well on you. Freedom is dangerous, freedom is unpredictable. Freedom sets a panic in you just as deep as Shamrock’s cruelty. What if you do something wrong? What if Shanks is testing you? What if you get punished? What if you make it worse?

Despite all of his patience and coaxing, you cling tightly to the devil you know, sinking your fingers in deep enough to bruise you both.

Shanks isn't one to give up though. Especially because instead of annoying him like you both thought this inevitably would, it gives him a new sense of purpose. He's no stranger to being a guardian - if anything it's a role he ends up inhabiting naturally in the majority of his relationships. It's just cranked up to eleven with you.

Shanks lets his crew (and just about only his crew) embrace you in their presence and cheer, loving that it helps some smiles shine more honestly on you. You were taken in readily and easily; Shanks’ crew is well attuned to him and follow his feelings for things like it's second nature. The times they disagree do exist but are few and far between. As Shanks orbited closer and closer to you, one of those cropped up.

Beckman had concerns for your purpose there, your safety, your future. Concerns about Shanks' intent. They only grew when Shanks shut down any discussion on the matter. At first it was waving Beckman off with his easy smiles and promises that he's just keeping you safe and enjoys having you around. That's no crime right? When Beckman presses him to be serious, he sees a crackle of energy in Shanks' eyes that’s saved for their worst enemies.

Beckman backs off. While he still worries for his friend and captain (somethings not right about that unexplainable fervor-), you are not worth making an enemy of him.

Shanks doesn't see the obsession with which he treats you. He doesn't see how not only his habits and his life begin to revolve around you but his heart and mind too. You're his first concern when he wakes and his last wish before he sleeps. You're the rudder steering his decisions, your comfort and well being influencing everything. What influences him most though is the possibility of earning your love and devotion. The idea alone that you could one day turn to him and tell him that he makes you feel safe drives Shanks forward like a wolf snapping at the ankles of a sprinting elk.

Where before he would give you space to learn autonomy, Shanks saves you from that fearful task by always holding you close. You know what you're supposed to do if he has an arm around your shoulder or plops you in his lap; you follow him, you melt into him, you keep him smiling and laughing and happy. It's much nicer than the way Shamrock would hold and direct you - there's never any pain or punishment and there is always reward.

While Shanks doesn't decorate himself in riches, he has more than most lifetimes could accrue. He passes them to you readily, finding a deep-seated pleasure in seeing you dressed in treasures he gave you. While he's happy to see you in anything of his (his heart nearly stopped then burst whenever he managed to convince you to wear his shirts or cloak), the pricy and rare objects being something only he could give you sates him. It shuts up a tiny panicked voice saying that you might leave, that Shamrock may come back and scoop you up and actually win your love this time.

He knows how ridiculous the idea is; your fear for Shamrock is so great he doesn't even know if you have room for hate beside it. But Shanks doesn't care. The idea of you just being gone puts a vice in his chest and a whirlwind in his head and he forgets how to breathe and how to think. It sets a tremble through his bones that reminds him of his worst days - pain and loss and death - and he thinks it's a curse that you both must live with panic beside each other. Now, if you were to live with each other, then surely all you would both know is happiness.

Shanks has won over countless women (and men and otherwise for that matter) so he simply starts using what he's learned to win you too.

Shanks tells you such nice things. He tells you how beautiful you are, how resilient you are, how lucky he is to have gotten you. You don’t believe a word of it even though you can tell he means it. But it’s still nice to hear. Each time you do, it gets a touch easier to pretend he’s not lying. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Figarlands, though, it's that they’ll chase what they want with all that they have, no matter the cost or consequences. For some reason, he has decided that you are what he wants, so you’ll make it easy and skip all the drastic measures.

Shanks lasts as long as he could stand before he tries getting under your clothes. By the time he folds to his wants, they've grown into a great beast always clawing at his back, weighing him down, making him ache. He'd begun gritting his teeth every time he saw you, flinching at your touch before settling to it, looking away before taking you in, pinching his lips before forcing a smile. It had you terrified.

What did you do wrong? Did he find out how worthless you are? Was he forcing the whole time? Does he hate you now? Is he going to get rid of you? You need to fix it.

Shanks last bit of resolve breaks when he sees you approaching him, shaking in your boots but trying to keep a brave face, and the first bit of determination he's seen in you twists your face in a frown. He's seen the starting pieces of a personality come back to you - intelligence when you help problem solve around the ship, playfulness when you're loose from a night of drinking with the crew, compassion when you sit with anyone who's hurting - but this is your first time taking initiative for a want. And that want has to do with him. Just as it should.

You barely get out a question before he's whisking you away to "talk privately". You barely get through the door to his cabin before his lips are on yours. You barely make it out of your clothes before falling in his bed.

Touch is something you hated for a long time. Touch meant pain and panic. Shanks teaches you that touch means so much more. It started with the casual touch and little shows of affection, but none of that compared to this. Shanks touches every piece of you he can find and finds every way to make it feel good. He's greedy for your body but he's also greedy for your pleasure, gorging himself on it yet never finding his fill. He's domineering in how he moves and bends you to find it, in how he directs you to his whims. It's softened by whispers of love and devotion, sweetened by his flushed face and sweet kisses and shining eyes. It sets your chest on fire, especially when he seeks your praise. He ties his mind to it as a tether to make it through the calamity shredding through him.

You don't care what he asks of you. You don't care what restrictions he sets. You don't care what choices he takes from you. You think this must be what love is supposed to feel like. It wrings tight around you and infects you and helps you forget yourself. Despite the squeeze, there's no pain. There's no fear. Shanks can take care of that for you.

Shanks' fate is set as surely as yours when you admit to him, "I've never felt safe before." Before. He never thought he'd care so much for the word but right now it's everything. It's your first proclamation of love, first admission that you need him.

As much as he'd trap you to his side, you have Shanks bound to yours. He'll bend his future, his needs, his morals for you. He'll worship you like a dying man begging forgiveness before his judgment. Ask anything you want of him and it's yours. Just don't ever ask to leave.

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Thank you for reading the rambles my sweets!! I’m taken enough with the idea that I may have to write some scenes from each of these plot lines. Maybe also reaction for when they find out that the other had taken you. Please let me know if you’re interested as it will make that more likely!

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Oh nooooooooo thinking of Shamrock stealing you just to have his way with you before leaving you for Shanks to find oh noooo shanks would be angry enough to cause a slaughter oh nooooooooo but first he has to take care of you while you beg him to get rid of Shamrock’s touch - something he’s more than happy to do

And also fuck the surprise Shamrock left him back out of you because he’s the only one allowed to fill you up

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the amount of times zoro pulls out mid-fuck to start eating you out has to border on some sort of punishment.

it never fails to leave you whining out in a great loss, missing the way he deliciously filled you up moments ago. once again longing for the closeness when his glistening, taut body was hovering over yours, breathy grunts of your name flowing from his kiss-bitten lips.

but the moment his sinful mouth wraps around your puffy clit, his tongue slowly unraveling your core and spelling out his undying devotion to you, takes back the previous notion that he was doing it just to spite you.

everything fades into a lofty state of bliss while he hungrily eats you out without so much as taking a break, consumed with the urge to swallow you whole.

there’s an addictive quality to you that urges him to stop whatever he’s doing to get a taste, the buds on his tongue yearning for you in a way even his favorite sake could never replicate.

relentless as ever, he relishes in the way you grab onto his hair, nails digging into his scalp as he barely comes up for air all while he devours you. the way you writhe and squirm above him is a sight to behold, one that causes him to chase the friction that he earns when his aching, neglected cock rubs against cotton sheets.

the two of you come at the same time but zoro doesn’t relent until you’re practically twitching and jolting in his near bruising hold, yanking on him to show mercy and pull away.

with a satisfied smirk, the familiar catch of his hard cock nudges along your overstimulated clit before slowly sinking back into you until he’s bottomed out and kissing your cervix, ready to take you once again.

after enough times and endless complaints from you about how his cum goes to waste this way, zoro will easily manhandle you so you’re sat on his face instead, bent over his torso as he thrusts into your eagerly awaiting mouth until he spills down your throat.

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Dream

Silvers Rayleigh x Reader

Summary : A dream about the dashing Dark King Silvers Rayleigh made you change the way you look at the First Mate, but a single laid back confrontation from the an himself changes everything.Your little dream somehow turned into  reality.

Warnings : NSFW. Slight age gap. Virgin!Reader

A/N : So first Rayleigh scenario. I don’t know what it is about him but ugh young Rayleigh looks like a snacc. I hope you all enjoy this. I was pretty nervous about writing for a character that hasn’t been written about a lot and I wasn’t sure if a lot of people would even read about Rayleigh. Anyways, if you don’t want to read it then don’t, and don’t send any hateful comments. If you do enjoy it, then thank you :> and yeah, stay safe! Stay hydrated! And I’m hoping y’all are doing safe during this pandemic!

Your face was deep red as you glared at the apprentice. You could hear the muffled snicker and laughter from the blue-haired red-nosed troublemaker behind you.

“Y/N…I swear I didn’t—“

But Shanks never got to finish explaining when your palm met his cheek with a loud smack causing Buggy to double over with laughter.

“Ah!” Shanks palmed his stunning cheek and threw a glare at Buggy. “You’re so dead! How dare you do that to Y/N!?”

Shanks was just about to lunge at his friend who tried to get away but a familiar voice that had scolded them so many times before, made them freeze.

“What did you idiots do now?” Rayleigh crossed his arms over his chest as he observed the scene.

When his eyes looked over at you, your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks grow hotter which was a reaction that confused the first mate.

“Buggy framed me!” Shanks immediately snitched.

“Framed you?! You were the one who decided to slap Y/N’s ass!” Buggy defensively yelled back, making his statement almost believable.

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Hands Off, Gabriela! (Various One Piece Men x Fem!Reader)

Lolita's Note: okay, i can't stop writing headcanons. i really want to write a serious fic but like, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS! 🤦🏻‍♀️ and i'm getting really antsy waiting for new episodes and chapters 😔 to keep myself from going insane i made these really short… im so sorry :'3

ー reader is a really feisty and protective one who doesn't like it when others get into her coop (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑also i can't stop listening to katseye??? hello? gabriela, gnarly and gameboy are bops. and the dances are soooo hot. baddies fr.

𓍯 contains: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, kid, ace, sabo, katakuri, rosinante, shanks, beckman, crocodile, mihawk, rayleigh

𓍯 cw: swearing, mild aggression, slight angst on crocodile's, alcoholism, hint of an open relationship on rayleigh's and just a really feisty reader (●｀ε´●)

Luffy

look, he's not really the type to have women fawning around him often because he moves around a lot and is everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

the only times you'll find yourself protecting him is when obnoxious pirates/rookie marines who aren't aware of his true power decide to disturb him while he's busy eating, partying or doing his usual luffy antics.

there was one time where a pirate decided to get handsy with him and offered him a spiked drink.

"hey. i know what you put in that drink." you were beside luffy watching the scene unfold, already glaring daggers into the pirate's eyes. luffy turns to you and is about to ask but when the pirate attempted to run, you immediately caught them and forced the drug infused cocktail down their throat.

he'll be like 😯 then 😁 and he's slapping your back laughing saying something like, "you got them good!"

whenever things like that happen again he chooses to sit back and watch with a huge, proud smile on his face.

Zoro

secretly loves it.

sometimes he lets women flirt with him just to see your reaction, but he never flirts back. he just looks at you and smiles to himself, enjoying the way you get so pissed off.

"why don't we take this somewhere private, handsome?" the lady caresses his arm. zoro doesn't really respond and just continues what he's doing, because he knows what's about to happen.

"zoro~" you say with a very taunting smile as you sat next to him, kissing his cheek while side eyeing the woman who took a chance on him as if to threaten tell her that "he's already taken."

the woman panics and excuses herself, and now it's his turn to face your anger.

you get into an argument when these things happen. things will get heated… and then… the rest is up to you ;)

Sanji

you don't mind it when he gets really clingy towards nami and robin and does the same things he would for you.

when you see him ogle at models in magazines, or heck, even cry about how he misses vivi, you could care less.

the thing that will really get you is when strangers blatantly flirt with him and try to insult you while you're around.

"i can't believe you with someone who's…"

she didn't get to finish the sentence bc you slapped her face so hard she almost collapsed.

sanji gets taken aback and considers helping the lady get up, then he realizes you're still there. he'll look at you with a mix of fear and adoration.

apologizes and makes it up to you by buying what you want/making your favorite food back at the ship.

this is why you never take him to a red light district ☝🏻🤓

Law

i'm sorry but this guy has no game. at all.

he's that one guy at a bar who stands in a corner (or is sitting at the counter) while everyone is dancing and partying, having a moment for himself.

gets really awkward around women so you indulge his reaction when someone finally flirts with him.

of course you don't let it get to a point where the lady can make any more advances. and law would rather leave than entertain her any further.

almost heaves a big sigh of relief and stops himself from saying "thank god!!" when you sit next to him.

"i'm sorry, he's already taken." you say with a threatening smile.

she immediately apologizes and leaves embarrassed.

you'll tease him about it for days. and he'll be speechless about it since, well, you're not wrong.

Kid

he has huge anger issues and women are actually scared of getting near him most of the time because he quite literally SNARLS at them.

"hah?!" "what the fuck do ya want?!" are what he often says to anyone disturbing him.

seriously, even you don't know how you fell in love and got in a relationship with him.

that said, it's not like there aren't any ladies who will shoot their shot.

not before you catch them at least.

"need something from him?" you ask coldly, looking over from kid's shoulder.

"well, i was just wondering if he's free for the taking." the lady bites back.

suffice to say, she didn't come home unscathed.

like zoro, kid finds it hot when you do that. he likes his girls hot and feisty ;)

Ace

ooooohhhhh giiiirllll… this man…

you already know how much he attracts attention from men and women alike.

it doesn't help that he carries the manners that makino taught him as a kid. women totally love how respectful he is.

however, he's usually oblivious about it. until you start practically shooing everyone who even dares to make a move on him.

when he realizes that, you're def gonna try to make each other jealous. like a contest on who caves in and goes to the other to finally stop this impromptu flirting shenanigans (you do. every single time).

"hey, who is she?" when he hears that tone in your voice, he freezes and thinks of a million ways to apologize to you. and you weren't even angry yet.

after that, the whole crew immediately noticed the tension between you two.

it will take a bit of cuddling and silly pick-up lines jokes for you to forgive him.

Sabo

here's another heartthrob incoming…

he's usually very polite about it, and unlike ace, he doesn't really entertain flirts because he already has you.

doesn't mean he hates it, though.

"care for a drink, pretty boy?"

"no thank you, i've got enough company for tonight." sabo grins, then he moves aside and gestures towards you, who already has an eyebrow raised and arms crossed over your chest.

lowkey has a thing for showing you off every time that happens.

Katakuri

you will never catch this man in a bar, or anywhere else outside the whole cake chateau (unless he's on a mission). plus, he values his merienda (way too much) and would rather use that time to eat sweets and drink tea with you.

Rosinante

who wouldn't fall for a silly, clumsy man like him?

one time, he tripped while walking on the street and it caused the bags of groceries to topple over.

"do you need help?" someone asked, with no intention of flirting…

he was about to thank them when he heard your footsteps

"i can do that for him, thanks!" you say, almost giving away that you're pissed.

poor stranger, they just wanted to help.

rosinante laughs it off and ruffles your hair, finding the whole situation unnecessary and your protectiveness, adorable.

Shanks

two words. good luck.

he revels in your reaction every time he gets hit on. he even goes as far as calling you over (much to the stranger's dismay and disbelief) just to tease you about how much of a slut hot he is to have people fawning over him like that.

it's a perfect way to rile you up, honestly. bonus points if you're both too drunk.

"what the hell do you think you're doing, woman?" you slur at the lady beside him, who's brazenly caressing his arm, slamming the mug of beer on the table.

"easy, sweetheart. she's not gonna hurt me." he tries to calm you.

everyone at the bar could swear you must've used conqueror's haki the second you glared at him. he got so taken aback.

but this was what he's looking forward to.

you chugged another mug of beer, gave him an earful (with the stranger forgotten), and he didn't sleep beside you that night.

makes it up to you in the morning with… whatever he can think of, if you know what i mean.

Beckman

he looooves making you sit/stand next to him, like a guard dog with watchful eyes.

like shanks, he adores seeing you be so protective over him.

he always notices when someone would try to flirt with him, and he always notices how your aura will just be so strong that you don't even give them a chance to walk and start a conversation with him.

you don't even need to speak a single word to let them know that he's yours.

"relax, i'm not going anywhere." he chuckles, hand on the small of your back.

Crocodile

being with him is already a power struggle in and of itself.

so when women flirt with him, you choose not to bother, even if you want to. it's not like what you have is something that's gonna end up in marriage…

you do, however, try to confront him behind closed doors.

it will blossom into an argument. and if you're someone who gets offended easily, you'll most likely end up receiving quite a bit of hurtful words from him.

he's gonna say things like "what you're doing is pathetic."

good luck thinking of witty comebacks to keep him on edge ;)

Mihawk

he is another katakuri. unless he's out making underground deals with the cross guild, he'd rather be alone or spend time with you.

you won't really need to be protective over him since he will reject them outright. no questions asked.

i mean, why would he entertain someone else when he already has you?

you'll be the one watching in amusement when those poor unsuspecting flirts are about to have an embarrassment to remember in their life.

Rayleigh

my prayers go out to you…

he's always out drinking and there's probably some occasional one-night stands, but it's never with the same people.

he has a habit of going MIA for months, but he will return and stay for a bit… only to do the same thing again 😭

on the VERY rare times you're out together, he won't really entertain anyone besides you.

it's very casual and endearing, and even if it's not obvious, people will definitely feel that you two are a power couple.

and no one will dare to mess with you both. especially you!

ー Lolita 𓍯

[phanaelion-blog]

cw: smut, consensual spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, cum licking, f!reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proofread..like at all..

whenever you're being disobedient, you'll find yourself thrown across his lap, your bare ass up as he caresses your cheeks before giving them a harsh smack.

your body launching forward from the force of the impact as sobs escape your pretty whiny lips. each slap harder than the next, your ass stinging as he fondles it. his thick fingers playing with your pretty puffy lips, spreading your wetness across your folds and teasingly flicking at your cute clit, ignoring your whines and begging, before delivering another smack to your ass.

"how many was that?" he asks, his hand cupping your ass, trying to soothe the sting. you whine dumbly, lying helplessly across his lap, all thoughts leaving your brain as you blink away tears.

"please…" you cry out, nails digging into the sheets below you in frustration.

"wrong," he says with an evil grin, hand striking down to make contact with your poor, sore ass. your body lunging forward, the sound of skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room. your throat dry and rough as he pulls out silent screams from your wobbly lips.

hands grabbing your ass cheeks, he spreads them apart, taking a look at your pretty pussy, before spitting in it. a pathetic whine leaving your lips as you feel his fingers playing around with your juices and his spit, making a mess of your poor cunt.

a thick finger sneaking its way between your lips, curling into your sweet spot as you lose your breath. your legs twitching in pleasure as you feel his fingers stretch you open, stretching your tight pussy with his thick digit, leaving you begging for more and more.

your abdomen tightening as he adds a second finger, disappearing between your glistening wet lips and playing with your gummy walls. feeling your orgasm approaching, you squirm, trying to grind against his fingers, only for a gasp to leave your lips as he delivers another smack to your ass.

you look behind you, tears in your eyes as you beg your boyfriend to let you cum, brows furrowed in frustration and expression sour at having your orgasm denied.

"only good girls get to cum," he says, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, leaving you high and dry with a sore ass and needy pussy.

── gojo, GETO, NANAMI, toji, sukuna, MIGUEL O'HARA, eren yeager, ERWIN SMITH, light yagami, KANTO MANJI MIKEY, KANTO MANJI HANMA, AL HAITHAM, DOTTORE, PANTALONE, KAMISATO AYATO, TRAFALGAR LAW, zoro, shidou ryusei, SAE ITOSHI + your favs (I gave up lol)

a/n: really not lying when I said this is not proofread, sorry it's so shitty but I had to post something

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“Dare you.”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest with a raised brow. “Say it to my face, I dare you. Tell me what you told her.” He says, getting closer to you. “I said, I bet you have a small dick.”

That small yet direct altercation is what’s got you bent over this desk, hands tied behind your back and legs spread. Really you and your friend were speaking loudly so he could hear and when she asked you if you thought he was big, you purposefully said that one specific thing a little louder. “Wanted me to treat you like the whore you are, huh?” He lets out a breathy chuckle, rocking his hips even harder against your own, making sure you felt just how deep he was and by the looks of it —your tear stained face and spit covered chin— he’s pretty sure he’s fucked the words right out of your pretty little head.

“Oh? Looks like I’ve fucked you dumb, hm? Too bad I’m not done with your pretty cunt just yet.”

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one piece men + tits or ass? | nsfw

one piece guys and whether they prefer tits or ass. this progressively got dirtier and dirtier the more i wrote and u can probably tell who my favorite characters r from how i wrote everyone haha. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) pls heed the warnings and enjoy!

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinesmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: lowercase, afab! reader, pervert! sanji, mention of suicide, cunnilingus, rimming, nasty! kid, virgin! loser! law,

monkey d. luffy

i think luffy would be an ass guy contrary to popular belief with other head cannons ive seen. sure the other girls have great chests but its the way u swing ur hips to brook’s songs that make the tips of ears burn. he’s pretty cheeky so u would have to keep an eye on him esp when ur wearing anything that accentuates ur backside. he would probably take advantage of his gum gum fruit and cop a feel even from longer distances too. overall he is not very discreet and would probably embarrass the two of u front of the crew. (move it to the bedroom!)

roronoa zoro

zoro is an ass guy. i think we all saw that coming. he’s someone who takes pride in his form as well as his physique and i think that goes for a potential partner as well. working out together and seeing u lift weights with the full force of ur thighs and glutes is quite the sight. now thats something he can admire. moss head will pop a boner if he stares too long but that’s okay bc his own sweaty muscles r calling ur name.

vinesmoke sanji

ugh sanji is such a titty loving loser. he adores ur chest and it doesn’t even matter what u wear. u could be wearing the thickest wool sweater and the guy’s line of sight would still fall to ur breasts. don’t get him wrong tho, he’s still a gentlman. just one that would absolutely get on his hands and knees and beg u to flash him. as the ship’s resident pervert he is always praising nami and robin for their choice of outfit and hoping u will join them in their skimpy fashion. even the slightest bit of cleavage or underboob would kill this man and he is every bit suicidal.

portgas d. ace

ace is undecided. he genuinely couldn’t choose even if u pointed a sea stone blade to his neck. too much woman to love. as someone who is shirtless w only shorts most of the time he can appreciate a partner who isn’t afraid to show a little skin. there is nothing hotter to him than seeing the way ur body peaks through the fabric, almost daring him to get a better look. low neck-lined tank tops and short shorts would get him fired up faster than his devil fruit.

sabo

sabo is a tits man. i also think he’s someone who loves to dress up their partner in the most beautiful gowns. the best part of the dress would be the corset. it’s a difficult piece of clothing, most commonly worn by aristocrats, yet he finds it alluring on u, especially the way it cinches ur waist in and puffs out ur breasts. silk and whalebone press into ur spine as sabo peppers ur collarbone w kisses. the hour glass figure molded into ur body is so ravishing he considers taking u right there.

eustass kid

this is an ass man r u kidding me. eustass kid is nasty. when he sees a baddie w a fattie he knows exactly what to do. he wants u bent over his knee and humping his thighs. he loves watching u squirm and seeing the jiggle in ur butt as u attempt to reposition urself. he will eat ur pussy out from the back to get what he claims is the ‘best view’ of ur behind and make sure to rim ur cute asshole too.

killer

if eustass kid is a nasty ass man, then killer is a soft titty man. im sure u guys wanted something heavy for him too but hear me out. the mask stays on. he is just too shy to show his face, even to u. to make him feel better u hitch up ur shirt and bra and flash ur perfect tits his way, turning his whole face red (not that u would know) he’s so gentle when he plays w them too, kneading them and ever so softly pinching ur nipples under his calloused fingers. maybe ur moans will convince him to lift up his mask and suck on ur nipples like they’re clearly begging him too.

trafalgar d. law

um law is just an awkward guy. he is a virgin loser who has never seen a woman naked and if u r the unfortunate soul who gets to be the first u better strap in. im going to say he’s a tits guy just for the reason that during ur first time u don’t get past each others pants. he’s way too caught up ogling ur chest and committing the flesh to memory. he’s seen breasts in textbooks obviously but this is nothing like the anatomy graphic. anyways yea u basically teach him to make out and he plays w ur boobs and probably jerks himself off to the thought of everything later.

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Right so, I'm an idiot and I misread one of the Alphabet requests for NSFW when it should have been Valentine's SO I guess this is just a freebie because I am dumb and can't read?? Enjoy!

NSFW Alphabet - Law - A, B & J

WARNING: Not Suitable For Work

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

. Law is very attentive to his partner after sex, but without seeming to.

. He seems very nonchalant when he hands his S/O a packet of wetwipes or offers them a glass of water. Law wants to make sure his partner has a good experience after sex too, especially after a particularly intense session.

. Law, personally, likes to clean himself up after sex, but he will willingly forgo it if his partner wants to cuddle.

. He isn't clingy after sex, but Law is more vulnerable. More likely to snuggle, more likely to engage in a bit of a heart to heart. 

. In the dark, with the person he cares about most, he is more himself than any other time.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

. Laws favourite part of his own body is his hands.

. He has a surgeons hands, afterall. 

. Thin, clever fingers that know exactly how to make his partner squirm and writhe with pleasure.

. He loves trailing his fingers over his S/Os body, feeling their skin against his.

. On his partner Law loves butt's and legs.

. Having his S/Os legs wrapped around him really turns him on, especially if he can get a handful of ass along with it.

. He won't ever admit it, but his partner wearing any lace underwear that shows off those glorious cheeks is guaranteed to give him a boner.

. Enjoys taking his partner from behind because he gets a good view of their butt with lots of consensual ass slapping and grabbing.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

. Law actually masturbates quite a lot, even when he is in a relationship (though not quite as much)

. To him it's just a way to release some stress and tension from his body - and let's be honest, this man is always stressed. 

. He is very clinical about it. Decides its time and goes somewhere he knows he won't be bothered to whack one out.

. Law cums quite a lot, so he usually has to do quite a bit of cleanup after he masturbates.

. If he's in a relationship he doesn't really like his partner to watch, but he will let them if they really want to - however then it turns into something a bit more sexual than his usual alone time.

. 100% gets off watching his S/O masturbating.

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They make me sick

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Shanks NSFW // Smut Compilation 

Summary: A compilation of Shanks smut from my multi character posts (Kisses, Going Down On You, Fingering You, Sex Toys, Playing With Your Nipples, Threesomes, His Favorite Place).

Genre: Pure Smut

CW: NSFW // sloppy kisser Shanks, light exhibitionism, toys, oral sex (Shanks giving), Daddy Shanks, threesome x Beckman, threesome x Mihawk

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Kisses: 

You’d better like the taste of liquor, weed, and cigarettes because that’s what this man tastes like. And you know that’s what this man tastes like because his tongue is always in your mouth, his scruff pushing against your cheeks. He has no sense of propriety, and you’ve probably made out in front of the crew more times than you haven’t. You’ve also made out on the beach, in countless dark alleyways, and just about anywhere else he can convince you to have him. He’s the type to shove his tongue down your throat, but what he really wants is for you to shove yours down his throat. 

Playing With Your Nipples: 

Genuinely doesn’t understand why it’s not acceptable to play with your nipples through your shirt in public. Men grab their girl’s ass all the time in public. Sometimes, they’ll even spank them. And while you protest to him grabbing or swatting your ass in front of the crew, it’s always a halfhearted complaint. But when he starts squeezing your tits and feeling for your nipples… well, suddenly that’s a problem, one he thinks is asinine. If you don’t wear a bra around this man, he will be pinching your nipples, and if he does that, it’s only a matter of time before his mouth is on them, so you really ought to wear a bra. He’s definitely guilty of unclasping your bra in public (magician’s fingers). 

Fingering You: 

You never know what you’re going to get with Shanks, but you always know you’re going to get something. He’s the handiest man you’ve ever met, always copping a feel. When you walk past him, sometimes he’ll reach out and grab your hand. Other times, he’ll simply brush his hand against your thigh. And sometimes, he’ll drag you over to him and shove a finger inside you, not even warming you up (not that it takes much from him to get you wet, just a, “baby, come here,” in that rocky voice of his and a sloppy kiss that tastes like weed). And when he does finger you, you have no idea if he’s going to lazily stroke your clit until you orgasm, you whining and writhing on top of him while he lounges lazily in his hammock, or if he’s going to take you to the edge and then fuck your orgasm out of you with his cock. 

Going Down On You: 

Swears it’s a hangover cure, and this man is hungover every single morning. He’ll wake up with a pounding headache, and before he’s even opened his eyes, he’s reaching for you. He’ll paw at you like a lazy animal until you remove your panties for him and he can fall face first into your delicious cunt. He’s trained your cunt like Pavlov’s dog, too, so that you wake up wet in the morning, your clit throbbing like an alarm clock. 

“Always ready for me,” he’ll mumble in his raspy morning voice. “Nice and wet. That's my girl.” 

You actually get a rash on your inner thighs from his stubble constantly rubbing against your sensitive skin, and you have to sheepishly approach Hongo for some sort of cream. Hongo has been on the Red Force long enough that he’s not phased, though you are so embarrassed you try to ban Shanks from going down on you for a while (spoiler alert: it doesn’t work). 

“I’d rather lose my arm than skip breakfast.” 

He’ll spend most of his time between your legs licking with broad strokes of his tongue, only pointing it and attacking your clit when you’re already on the brink of orgasm. He’ll finger you as you cum and won’t stop until you’re a crying mess, begging him to stop. Of course, he’ll only stop for as long as it takes him to get his cock out and push it in. 

His Favorite Place: 

His favorite place to fuck you, hands down, is the beach, bonus points if it’s at night and he’s had a few. Shanks lives to feel coarse sand and sea foam in all the wrong places, to smell the salty ocean air and seaweed while he’s in between your legs, to risk anyone seeing how excited you get when he tells you he's about to cum inside you. It’s uncomfortable and kind of gross, and he loves it. After he’s had his way with you, he’ll drag you into the surf to splash around and wash away the sand coating your skin after he pinned you down and fucked you so hard your knees wobble with each wave that hits. 

Threesome Headcanons 1: 

Beckman doesn’t share often, but when he does, it’s exclusively with Shanks. Shanks insisting Beckman’s cock is too big for you and ordering you to ride his face first. You trying your best to suck Beckman’s huge cock while Shanks tongues you but struggling to do anything with the captain working between your legs. Shanks finally relenting and allowing Beckman to skewer you on his cock, jerking himself off while he watches. Beckman starting slow because he’s well aware of his size and pounding into you by the end. You can’t even speaks by the time Shanks is fucking you. Shanks acting lazy the entire time but he’s calling all the shots. 

Threesome Headcanons 2: 

Shanks making out with both you and Mihawk and then grinning when the two of you make out with each other. Mihawk allowing his more submissive side to show, laying back against the pillows to watch you and Shanks kiss. Mihawk and Shanks stroking each others’ cocks while you watch, the more dominant side you always knew was lurking beneath Shanks’ veneer of nonchalance rearing its head when it’s just the three of you. Shanks watching with a satisfied grin as you whip a bound Mihawk, coaxing you to suck on Mihawk's cock until you choke, and then cumming on your face. 

Sex Toys: 

Kinkiest man alive, more than willing to incorporate any number of vibrators, plugs, and cock rings into your routine, but he likes to do his own dirty work and get you off with his mouth. Despite being more of a titties man, prefers butt plugs to nipple clamps, but uses them sparingly. Only on the nights when daddy dom Shanks comes out to play do you end up on all fours with both holes full and his calloused hand around your throat. 

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He's So Rude 🤐🤐

Warnings: objectification, dirty talk, rough sex, praise & degradation, hair pulling, semi selfish Doms, oral sex (male receiving) deep throating, use of titles Sir/Master/Daddy, OOC but oh well it's hot 🥵

furniture play - you're used as a table (section 1), full nelson, mean Doms, use of Sir (section 2) partner sharing, foursomes, Use of Sir, Master & Daddy, rough deep throating (section 3)

18+! MINORS DO NOT ENTER 18+!

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Characters: Benn Beckman, Smoker, Sanji, Mihawk, Shanks, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo & Garp (separate) x female reader

He's So...Masterlist

Benn Beckman, Sanji & Smoker

The ones that ignore you when they come into your shared room after a grueling day. They could care less that you’ve been waiting for hours in a fresh lingerie set, a big smile on your face. You expect them to gush over you with praise but when you hear that special line you know everything is about to take a very intense turn.

“Need a smoke break first.” Hearing it makes you shiver and you know there’s no time for games, no time for praise, instead it’s time for one thing. Going over to the small loveseat in the room you kneel down slowly on all fours making sure you’re as steady as possible. They hum as they watch you assume the proper position, silence in the room makes them sigh in contentment as they sit down.

“Long fucking day doll.” They say but they don’t want to hear you, right now it’s their moment, their time to decompress. You bite your lip to keep a noise from slipping out as their heavy feet cross on your back. Another drawn out sigh leaves their lips as they tilt their head back to light their smoke of choice. “Nothing but bullshit and I barely get a fucking thank you.”

Silent. That’s how you stay, that’s how they need you. They don’t care for your little replies of “awe I’m sorry to hear that baby” or “how can I help”. They don’t wanna hear it, they just need to rest their legs and have a good smoke. You stayed in your quiet position, the smell of smoke slowly encircling your nose. You took a small breath and tried to keep yourself from shivering but it was hard with how heavy their feet started to feel on you.

“Work. Work. Work. All damn day and what do I get in return?” It was rhetorical, “What do I get huh?” It’s a test but you pass. “Nothing. I get nothing in return. Only good thing is my pretty table to rest my damn feet on after a long fucking day.” You swallow the lump in your throat as they compliment you despite venting about their day. “It’s ridiculous.” More smoke fills the space and you feel your arms getting weaker from the weight of them.

“Hmm what’s this?” They grunt, “Looks like my table is getting wobbly. Maybe I should check it out.” You try to still yourself before they move but it’s too late. You feel them remove their feet off of you and you can’t help but sigh. “Making noises too. That’s not right.”

You hear them stand and walk behind you, clicking their teeth as they observe you. “Pretty table but I think something might be messed up.” You feel your body tingling as you hear movements behind you but you don’t dare move. “Cute tablecloth.” Your lingerie, that’s what they’re referring to and it makes your body heat up knowing that they’re finally taking the time to look at you.

You hold in a gasp when you feel their fingertips gently run down your spine to the base. Their large hand goes to grope your ass but you don’t move, not yet. “Not bad, must not be as broken as I thought.” You bite your lip harder when you feel their fingers slide over your cunt, pressing the fabric against your wet folds.

They would tease you, making your pussy get wetter and wetter each second they would play with you. Their smoke break long forgotten about as they start examining their ‘table’. Each second would be harder to hold back your sounds. But when they finally move your panties to the side and plunge their delicious fingers inside your wetness you can’t contain yourself any longer.

“Fuck!” You groan as your head drops down, your arms tremble and thighs clench. They shake their head, a scowl that you can’t see on their face. “Damn shame.” They say as they pump their fingers roughly in your cunt. “My table has a leak.” They’ll tease as they only finger you faster, your limbs wobbling from the force of them until it's to much for you to take.

“Be a good table and give it to me.” They'll command as they finger you roughly, “Make my day better.” Your body can't hold on as you tremble, pussy clenching against their fingers as you feel your orgasm wash over you. When they feel you relax they would remove their fingers with a hum. Circling around you to kneel in front of you with a smirk.

“Missed you sweetheart.” They would tell you and you would huff at how nonchalant and smug they acted. Ugh, so rude.

Smoker, Akainu & Garp

The mean marines that can't help but bully their stress out into your cunt as they pin you in a full nelson. Hours of training and having other marines pinned down only made their thoughts race to you. Thinking of your slutty pussy swallowing up their cocks with nowhere to run.

"Just be a good girl and take it. Stay fuckin still." They bark out, their husky voice close in your ear as they slam you down on their cocks. "Yes S-Sir." You whimper and they only grunt as they use your cunt harder. Loving the way your walls just put them in a trance after a long day. "All that damn training...too much adrenaline...too much stress." They will use you as their personal cock sleeve till every ounce of adrenaline that courses through their veins evaporates into you.

"Sir! Please!" You'll cry out and they'll just nip at your neck till you whimper. "Keep that mouth of yours shut. All I want to hear is your pussy I'm using." They usually love hearing your voice but after a long day they just wanted some damn peace and quiet.

The sound of their cocks slamming into your wet pussy along with their grunts would fill the room until your eyes rolled back. Aggressively slamming you on their cocks hitting your g-spot so forcefully that your cunt had no choice but to spray everywhere. "This is all I fucking need. A warm pussy to fill. Fuuuck-." You would scream as your orgasm rocks your core, their cum filling your cunt over and over until they finally have their fill. "Sir! Yesyesyes! So fucking good Sir! Thank you thank you thank you!"

Don't expect these rude marines to stop even if you pass out. Sometimes you're nothing more than a cock sleeve for them, so just hush and enjoy the ride.

Mihawk/Shanks/Benn & Sanji/Ace/Sabo

The ridiculous ones with no boundaries that can't help but share you with their friends, hell even their brothers.

Having you smushed between two hot bodies as your throat gets used and fucked raw, hair wound in a tight hold. You'd gag on one of their cocks that fucked into your throat. Their usual demeanor switched to something naughty and sinister having you call them all kinds of names like daddy, or sir and master.

Your loving boyfriend smiling happily underneath you practically beaming with pride. "Isn't she just the best." You'd feel your face heat up with embarrassment but you can't say anything in response with your throat being used as a toy. You get yanked off the man's cock causing you to gasp for air as he would smirk at you, their hand moving from your hair to your face. "She's not bad at all."

Your boyfriend would smile with pride as he swats you on the ass. The one behind you showering your body with kisses as their cock fucks into your stretched out ass. You would cry out that all the sensations are too much but they felt too good. You gasp out to your boyfriend as his friends only use you with more enthusiasm. Mouth being manhandled back onto his friend's cock as the other pulls you back harder onto his cock. Your walls tightening around their cocks cause an array of moans and groans to fill the room.

Bed creaking loudly from the weight of you all, your hair being gripped up. Your body trembling and head rattling from the force of your mouth getting fucked. You felt dirty but sexy, slutty but perfect. Used but free. As you cum on both of their dicks inside of you, your moans vibrate around the cock in your mouth until you feel it twitch and come along with you. Pulling away from their cock they would finish coming more on your face. Your boyfriend just loving the mess they all made of you.

"Our perfect little slut." Your man would smile happily before groaning as he cums inside of you. Your ass and cunt as well as your throat would be flooding with their seeds by the end of the night. Your body spent and all of you heaving from exhaustion, not an ounce of energy left.

But of course your dumb boyfriend would suggest you all do that again. He's so rude for using you like a slut...but you must be worse for loving it.

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His Favorite Place - Part 2 

Summary: his favorite place to fuck you

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Crocodile, Doflamingo

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // penetrative sex, oral sex, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, quickies

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Shanks: 

His favorite place to fuck you, hands down, is the beach, bonus points if it’s at night and he’s had a few. Shanks lives to feel coarse sand and sea foam in all the wrong places, to smell the salty ocean air and seaweed while he’s in between your legs, to risk anyone seeing how excited you get when he tells you he's about to cum inside you. It’s uncomfortable and kind of gross, and he loves it. After he’s had his way with you, he’ll drag you into the surf to splash around and wash away the sand coating your skin after he pinned you down and fucked you so hard your knees wobble with each wave that hits. 

Beckman: 

He’s a simple man, and he likes his privacy. If you’re aboard the Red Force, he wants you in his office with the door locked, the one place the crew will leave him alone. It's by far his favorite place to go down on you, making you put your feet up on the desk and hold your own legs open while he laps leisurely at your folds. But he much prefers fucking you in your home, where he can stretch his legs a bit, and that means relaxing on the sofa while you ride him, bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you dumb, and putting your legs over his broad shoulders while you call him daddy in your bed. 

Mihawk: 

His favorite place is anywhere on his home turf. He’ll chase you up the castle steps and ravage you on the staircase, he’ll bend you over a tower balcony, he’ll take you out on the water and tell you that you have to ride his cock without tipping over the boat, he’ll put you on all fours in the garden and pound into you, he’ll lay you down on the dining room table to lick your pussy (pointed tongue, fine strokes, he knows what he's doing). He always wants to make good use of the satin sheets on his bed, but the two of you rarely make it that far. 

Crocodile: 

Everyone thinks the sofa in his office is for him to relax on with a glass of whiskey in his hand as he puffs on a cigar and broods as he often does, but it’s actually there to fuck you dumb on. (Mr. 1 knows this and makes sure not to sit on it). Sir Crocodile is always calling you into his office because he has a raging hard on and can’t focus until he empties his balls in your tight little pussy, but his office chair isn’t quite the right size for him to stretch out while you ride him. Besides, the sofa allows him to get on top of you if he wants to, though if he’s bending you over, it won’t be over the arm or back of the sofa but rather over his desk. 

Doflamingo: 

His favorite place is by far his bedroom. It’s his turf, and all of those nasty toys he keeps to make playing with you all the more fun are within reach. He keeps his bed rigged so he can restrain you whenever the mood takes him (it often does), he purchased an especially large mirror just for kinky reasons, he has a box of vibrators, another of butt plugs, and yet another of ornate nipple clamps. But don’t take that to mean he values privacy. He loves nothing more than restraining you and inviting someone to use some of his toys on you or go down on you while he watches.  

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