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[bumblingbabooshka]

People honestly portray Tuvok as far too "rolling his eyes, reluctantly going along with Janeway's silly little shenanigans" - he's literally so serious about being right there with her on every decision she makes. Janeway's like "I'm going to stay behind if the ship blows up" and Tuvok's like "I'm staying with you." Janeway's like "I'm going to deliver every member of the Equinox crew into the jaws of death via an alien revenge massacre" and Tuvok protests a grand total of one time before being fully on the bridge assisting her. He was the only one with her when she made the decision to honor the caretaker's wishes and save the Ocampa, dooming them all. He was willing to get court marshalled in order to fulfill a wish she couldn't grant by her own hand: Get them home [no matter what happens to me] <- wherein 'me' is Tuvok. This was the same wish that spurred him forward when he had to leave her on that planet and everyone left thought him cold for trying to fulfill it without her when in his mind it was akin to a dying wish, the last thing she'd ever express to him: Get them home [no matter what happens to me.] <- wherein 'me' is Janeway. He told Seven that the golden rule to follow is that the captain is "ALWAYS RIGHT" <- (His ACTUAL words) and when Seven asks if the captain should be followed even if someone KNOWS she's wrong he says "Perhaps." This man is perhaps the most ride or die dude in the universe about Janeway. Despite her labeling him her 'moral compass' he is by NO means impartial or unbiased. He'd defend her to his last breath. He canonically makes detailed psychological observations about her and has for years. He accounts for her luck when calculating the success of certain plans. It's implied in 'Twisted' that Janeway typically listens to Tuvok's suggestions and follows them nearly without fail - to the point that he's surprised and obviously irritated when Chakotay doesn't. Despite this they've been inside one another's quarters so infrequently that Tuvok can remember each instance. They call each other "Captain" and "Mr. Tuvok" even though they've known each other for twenty years. There's something wrong with them.

[galindatopland]

it's a supernatural delight!

[mothmanmalewife]

legitimately think that professors who don't allow any late aasignment submissions whatsoever shouldn't still be stalling to get my final grade back THREE WEEKS after the university deadline

[spaced-out-muses]

She's pulling Taro down to kiss him, long and hard—-only to pull away and slip a single piece of pocky into his mouth. That's how pocky day worked, right?

Well that was unexpected. He did not see that coming at all.

Once Sam pulled away she would see that Taro's face practically matched the red in the Shujin uniform. His eyes were blown wide, and the singular piece of pocky she'd given him was precariously hanging on by a thread.

A tiny squeak could be heard. Between the suddenness and length of the kiss, the boy's brain had exploded.

Even once he managed to reboot, the only words that left his mouth were short, barely coherent, sputtery statements.

".. . The... y'did... wrong order..."

[rosh1d]

        ❛❛   He hasn't given you too much trouble,   I hope ?   ❜❜        a hint of something tinder sounds in his tone,   a smile ever so slight,   yet enough to express gratitude for the woman,   as well as relief in reuniting with a childhood companion.   He's kneeling down,   gloved hand scratching behind the hound's ear.   Torgal was merely a cub when his village was taken over by Shinra,   he would only assume the poor thing fled into the forest to survive                   only to later discover he had been much closer than he thought,   patiently waiting for his and Joshua's return   ...   if only it were that simple,   if he had acted sooner,   he wouldn't be here alone to greet him.        ❛❛   Thank you,   for looking after him.   ❜❜        he says,   directing his attention back at the other,   a happy bark from Torgal sounds as if to second his thanks.        ❛❛   I'm forever in your debt.   ❜❜

@lockedfighter // starter !

[maurypovichofficial2]

It’s so awkward when someone says hi to me and I have no idea who they are i feel so bad

[bluestsdays]

´ ･ . * closed for @goodsgraces.

“  tell  me,  is  she  prettier  than  she  was  on  the  internet  ?  ”  it's  impossible  to  hide  the  ire  in  her  voice.  “  are  your  conversations  cool,  like,  are  you  even  listening  ?  ”

[sarastuss]

WHO ARE YOU REALLY? : GOLDEN SOUL, HAVING SURVIVED, but not entirely without cost. this query, something that the famed warrior of light still struggles with, peace not so easy to make to calm the storm of conflict within. ... having to fight off the calamities of the final days once more, to almost lose all that she has gained. LIKE SHE HAD DONE ALL THOSE CENTAURIES AGO. yet she had walked, forged ahead ; everything of her given for victory. but now that it was gained? peace prospers for the time being, but not within her. not when there was so much to do, not when the hero wanted to save those in the past as well. ... IN SEARCH OF ANSWERS, THAT PART OF HER PAST BURNS SO STRONGLY WITHIN ; to adventure, to travel. &. it has lead her here, a realm wrapped in mystery ; she feels immense power pulsate from somewhere deeper within these caves, ... but before an answer to what that something was, she has been halted. &. EVER THE FIGHTER, golden &. white lance had been summoned, materiliazing from a flash of warm light into her hands ; a response, to being surrounded with sharp tips of the lances pointed at her, a group following this, who she presumed was their leader, surrounding her. ... ( will you unleash the scorching rays of the sun? will you show why your foes refer to your powers as god-like? ) ❝ what are you? ❞ the question falls of her lips instead, before any strike is made. a woman's voice reaches her from behind the mask worn,

@satellitewar + kida you ask what am i, but what are you?

&. THOUGH SARASTUS REMAINS PREPARED, : SHE DOES NOT MAKE A MOVE TO STRIKE. golden irises, glowing slightly more prominently in the darkness of this cave, look forward ; as if she could see beneath the mask worn. seconds feel like eons, as her response is waited. ... that is when she moves, her stance straightening, as she allows the weapon to turn into golden dust. WHAT A FITTING QUESTION THAT HAS BEEN ASKED OF YOU. ❝ my name is sarastus, ❞ she responses. gaze does not waver, nor does the ethereal power that radiates from her very being. the angelic voice neutral, yet it is dipped into certain determined tune. ❝ perhaps better known as the warrior of light. ❞ THOUGH SHE IS NOT CERTAIN HAS THIS TRIBE EVER REACHED A WORD OF THE DEEDS OF THE FAMED CHAMPION OF HYDAELYN, ... something that is perhaps both for the better &. the worse. ❝ but i am not here to seek a battle, but for answers. ❞ though there was no guarantee they would be found here.

[murmursdraconic]

Touko had been fairly interested, or determined depending on who you asked, in what Shay did as a hobby. At least her Pokemon seemed to like her but Shay was more resilient to... human enrichment as her Pokemon called it.

But be nice, they told her! At least Shay could admire some competitive spirit. Plus she lost a bet with her Charizard so she had to be friendly.

"Are you absolutely sure you're up for my kind of camping? We're talking no tents, we find and build a shelter type of camping."

@toukotiredforthis

[hellsmayflower]

{{ Gonna take a bit to reply...I need some fucking coffee in my system since it's been a long day and now it's night. XD }}

[sheliesshattered]

just changed my Dragon Con flight to arrive earlier in the day, aw yiss 

[erwinsvow]

Heeeey, Shea. How are you?

I just wanted you to know I love your stories. Kook trio reader and shy reader are my favorite. 

I know that's not how it went, but I really think in another universe, Rafe would have trouble getting to date shy!reader because she just wouldn't realize he was flirting hard with her. Maybe a bit of self esteeming issues or because she's inexperiente. But, anyway, I see her being completely oblivious about all his efforts and being like "he's so nice, guys. No, he would never flirt with me. You guys are insane" and everyone else would be like "girl... what?".  

Thank you for your stories, they keep me smiling. <3

- T.

hi t!!! thank you so so much for your kind words, it means so much. i am so glad you love the different readers on this blog! i think your idea is so cute and funny, it suits them perfectly. here's a little bit based on what you sent and i hope you enjoy ♡

since the day you had met rafe—truly met him, not counting the multiple instances where you had passed him in tannyhill attached to sarah's hip when he hadn't even realized you'd been there—you had been a little confused about the newfound attention he was giving you.

you felt it was strange. sarah was always going on and on about how mean rafe was, how badly he treated others and how he never spared a minute to talk to anyone. but she must have been exaggerating. right?

the rafe that you were becoming more and more acquainted with was nothing of the sort. from the time he had driven you home a few weeks ago to now, he had been nothing but nice—offering you a ride everytime you were at tannyhill, asking if you wanted anything when he was on his way out. he even went out of his way to find you at the country club, stopping to say hi even if it was in the middle of one of his golf matches.

it was nice. it was really nice. everything sarah had told you about him seemed to be completely wrong, but then you realized it. rafe was probably trying to be a better brother, and starting with being nice to sarah's friends was likely a good jumping off place.

with this notion firmly stuck in your mind, you proceeded to go about your days, smiling sweetly at rafe when he was being so nice and reminding yourself to tell sarah—her brother was making a big effort, and it deserved to be recognized.

"did i see rafe walk away from the course to say hi to you?" sarah asks, and you look up at her, a little surprised. you hadn't brought it up yet, and in all honestly, didn't know when you would.

your other girl friends look a little closer at you—surprise evident on their faces too. you hate being the center of attention but somehow it feels even worse like this—they're all getting the wrong impression.

"yes.. he's being very nice. i think he's trying to make it up to you, y'know, for being mean like you say he is."

"by being nice to you?"

"by being nice to all of us," you add quickly, looking at the other girls, waiting for them to pitch in.

"he's never been nice to me."

"i don't think he's even ever said hi to me."

"so how exactly has he been nice to you?" sarah asks, and you feel your face burn. they still have the wrong impression and you have no idea how you'll correct them.

"well not much," you lie, clearing your throat. "he just gave me a ride home a few times. and he said hi a couple times here. and got me a soda from the gas station the other day."

"not much?" your friend questions.

"he never asks me what i want from the gas station-" you interrupt sarah, eager to make sure they stop speculating.

"he was just being nice. it was nothing, i-"

"what's next?" sarah asks, cocking her head at you. "don't tell me, he lets you pick the music in his car?" she laughs, and the others do too, but you stare back at her blankly.

"just once or twice," you mumble, suddenly finding your drink and the misty glass far too interesting.

"oh my god. he's totally flirting with you." you whip your head up so fast you think you got whiplash.

"you're insane. that is so not what this is. he was just being nice."

"if any other guy did this, you'd be picturing your future wedding-"

"it's not just any other guy, it's sarah's brother. do you see the kind of girls he goes out with? that's how i know he's being nice, i'm nothing like them-"

you feel incredibly flustered, face hot and playing with your hands like you do when you get nervous. your friends are laughing, and though you know it's not at you, you still hate the feeling, feeling like you might burst from the intensity of the emotions you're experiencing right now. first and foremost—the fact that maybe rafe wasn't just being nice to you.

"yeah?" you hear, though you don't look up. "then why's he walking over here right now?"

[piixelsims]

- 400 subs sim dump -

Heeeey, i'm back with another sim dump! This time to celebrate 400 subs on youtube! Thank you everyone for your support, i hope you enjoy these sims! <3

- if you want to check out my instagram you can do that here

- if you wanna check out my youtube channel, you can find it here

- you can watch me create them here

Anywayyy, you can find these sims HERE

- sims in left to right order -

Annabella Mason / Alycia Crain

- they have their everyday outfits done.

- all i ask is that you don’t reupload and claim as your own! okay? ty <3

- i don’t own any of this custom content and i wanna thank all the cc creators for making these amazing pieces!

[yourdadisagoodkisser]

heeeey look @ this soad thingy i drew :3

[griffintail2]

Wolf in Duck's Clothing (Part 2)

Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.

Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader

Warnings: None that I know of but it's Hazbin, we'll find them eventually.

Part 1 - Part 3

--

“Sit here.” He brought them into the sitting room. “Don’t. Touch anything.”

The small child sat; their ears twitching as they looked around as Lucifer left them be to think of…something to get the sinner out of his hair. He could leave them somewhere but there weren’t exactly orphanages and he didn’t know anyone. Hmm, but Charlie might. She was quite more sociable with their subjects than he was. She was working on some project or other but surely, she could help him, and it would be nice to see his daughter.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) shifted on their seat, sniffing the air only to sneeze at the amount of dust they smelled. It was such a big and pretty house; they were surprised it was so covered in dust. Their father would hate how filthy it was…

(Y/N) looked the way Lucifer had gone before looking at the food in their hands. They stood up, carefully wiping an area of the coffee table free of dust with their tail before they put their food down, quietly eating the bread and an apple as they sat on the floor. It was so good to get food in their system.

Lucifer dialed his daughter as he paced his hallway.

“Heeeey Dad,” Charlie answered after a few rings.

“Charlie! How are you?”

“I’m good but a little busy right now, I’m working on my hotel.”

“That’s wonderful Char-Char.” Lucifer hummed noncommittally. “But hey, I need a small favor.”

Charlie sighed quietly. “I’m a little busy Dad.”

“It’s small I promise.”

“I’m really, really sorry, but I need to work on this. I’ll come over in a few days. I promise. I just really need to do this.”

“A few days?” Lucifer looked down the hall back to where the sinner was.

“Yes. But I will be there to help with what you need.” Charlie promised him, though she assumed it was another duck project or the like; he’d be ok for a few days or he’d forget about it.

“It really can’t wa-”

“Charlie!” Someone called for her on the other end.

“I got to go. Talk soon, dad.” Charlie said once more because she hung up.

Lucifer sighed as he stared at his phone. A few days? What was he supposed to do with the sinner now? He had no idea where you’d even take a child sinner in Hell. How did they end up down here? They had to have done something terrible to end up here.

“Of course they did, they’re all terrible.” He muttered to himself as he started walking back to the sitting room as he pocketed his phone.

Just a few days, that’s all he had to hold out for. He’d see his daughter, she’d take the sinner away, and he could go back to his ducks! A win overall.

He came out, seeing the sinner separating their food carefully in different piles on the table.

“What are you doing?” He asked making them jump again.

They looked up at him, ears pinning back. “Rationing.”

“Rationing?”

“Yes, I’m trying to make sure I have enough food for—”

He held up a hand. “I know what rationing is.” He looked at their small pile of food. “You’re really taking care of yourself?”

They nodded as they looked at their food and then at him. “Just me.”

“How long have you been down here? How did you get down here?”

They paused as they watched him before looking away, staring at the food in front of them. “I-I haven’t been here…long. Maybe…a few months, I don’t know sir. It’s…hard to tell time here.”

They were silent after that, not uttering a word of their sin.

He sighed deeply from his nose as he crossed his arms. It was wrong of him to ask that. While a sinner…they were a child. Whatever sin they had committed would be hard on them.

“Alright, well the only person I know that can give some help is going to be a few days. So…you’ll stay here till she gets here. I’ll give you some old clothes of my daughter’s and you can stay in one of the guest’s rooms.”

The child looked up at him in surprise and his gaze softened seeing their eyes glossy.

“Really?” They watched him carefully.

“Yeah. I’m…not thrilled about the situation. But, I wasn’t going to send you back onto the streets. Charlie will be able to help you get somewhere. Come on, I’ll show you the room.”

They went to pick up their food but he waved his hand, making them look at him confused.

“You won’t need that.” He snapped his fingers and the food disappeared, making the child startle. “There’s food in the kitchen. You can get whatever you want from there when you’re hungry. Now come on.”

He started walking, the child staring at his back for a few moments before hurriedly following him.

“There’s just going to be a few rules till Charlie gets here.” He told them as they walked down the hall. “One, don’t go into other rooms besides the room I’m letting you use, the kitchen, the sitting room, and the bathroom. Two, don’t touch anything you don’t need to. Three…well that’s actually all I have for right now. But those are the rules. Got it?”

They nodded silently.

“Good.” Lucifer nodded as well before stopping and opening a door to a bedroom. “This the room.”

The child gave a soft frown as they saw it was also covered in dust but that should be an easy fix. They nodded, now giving him a small smile.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Yeah well.” He shrugged. “See you in a few days.”

He left with that, the child tilting their head in confusion. Surely the two of them would see each other for food or the halls. It was a big house though. Maybe it was harder to see each other. (Y/N) hummed softly before looking at the bedroom. Well, there was work to be done then.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Kinktober Special Part 10 (+18)

SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS AND I HAD TO. (OK so would this ever happen in canon? no. do I care? also no. this is fun and pretend on the internet idk)

The Crew’s Whore (Part 10) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Red Hair Shanks x Straw Hat F!Reader

WC: 3700 what the fuck lmao

TWs: unprotected sex, p in v sex, face riding, oral sex, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hot passionate lovemaking idk. 

— — 

You don’t know how you ended up here, scared out of your wits.

Okay… maybe you do know exactly why you were here, but it didn’t make you any less terrified. Your captain once again got you into a life-threatening predicament, but this time it was one you had to face alone. 

You take a deep breath and smooth the fabric of your red velvet wrapped gown over your stomach. You shake your long hair down your back and square your shoulders. 

Your heels click across the strong wood as you go to cross the gang plank to the adjacent ship. 

— — 

(3 hours earlier)

“No seriously, I heard if you rub the mucus from the transponder snails all over your skin you look 10 years younger.” Robin said as she leaned up against the railing of the Thousand Sunny on her elbows. 

“I don’t really think I want to look 11…” Nami said back as she picked at the dirt under her fingernails. 

“Is Luffy back yet? I can’t stand the suspense anymore! I just know he’s going to blow us all to smithereens!” Usopp butts his head in-between the two girls as they watched the Red Force docked across from the Sunny, no sign of their captain yet. 

“Don’t you think if Shanks’ crew was going to vaporize us they’d have done it immediately?” Sanji grunts with a cigarette dangling from his spit soaked bottom lip. No one thought he was listening as he sat on a barrel with you leaned up against it between his legs. He had a seashell comb in his right hand that he used to braid your hair. 

“You make a good point… but I don’t think we should settle in just yet. He’s arguably the most powerful man in the world. We should be lucky we aren’t gore at the bottom of the ocean being eaten by mantis shrimp.” Your eyes flutter open at the conversation, you had been so relaxed by Sanji’s delicate brushing of your tresses. 

“DO YOU REALLY THINK WE’RE GONNA BE EATEN IN THE OCEAN Y/N?” Chopper scrambles across the deck, tears in his eyes, and lands in your lap as you sat on the deck of the Sunny. 

You pat his hat. 

“Maybe!” You chuckle. 

Chopper starts to sob. 

“Alright who made Chopper cry?” Zoro comes out of the kitchen with a hefty bottle of sake in one hand. 

“I was just being honest, love.” You say to the already slightly drunk swordsman. 

“You’ve gotta stop doing that shit you know he’s-“ The green haired man begins to scold you. 

“HEEEEY!!! HEY GUYS!!!”

Everyone’s head whips towards the source of the yelling. 

Luffy bounds towards the Sunny and opts to stretch his arms and catapult himself onto the deck instead of using the gang plank. 

Chopper hops immediately up out of your lap and runs to clutch Luffy’s legs. 

“Luffy how are we gonna die? Is he gonna cut us up into a million pieces or-“ The poor reindeer snivels through violent sobs.

“Huh? Who? Shanks?” Luffy looked confused before he broke into a smile. “Ha ha! No, Shanks is my friend! We were just catching up! You guys are weird haha.” 

There was a collective sigh released across the deck. 

“Yeah he’s totally cool. He’s setting out in the morning. I offered to have Sanji cook us all a big feast, but he said he’s rather have y/n for the night instead. More food for us!” Luffy giggled. 

“WHAT?” You stood up from the deck. “You offered my services to the most deadly man in the seas without asking first?” You storm up to your captain. 

“Yeah? He’s nice, y/n! Heh heh you’ll like him a lot! I promise!” 

— — 

So here you were. You slinked across the deck of the Red Force towards the captain’s quarters, trying to stay unnoticed. You thought you were being inconspicuous until the door to what you assumed was the galley swung open and bathed your cloaked figured in bright light. Two men, drunk in arms, stopped in their tracks when they saw you. 

“Oye! It’s the Straw Hat girl! She’s ‘ere for the captain!” The much larger of the two men said as he gestured towards you with a beer bottle. 

The smaller man with long, dreadlocked hair ushered him along. 

“Yeah yeah leave ‘em be.” He said as he held up his drunk crew mate to their quarters. “Hey, tell my boy I say hi, alright?” The pirate said over his shoulder as he let you pass the two of them to continue towards the captain’s room. 

“Aye… Aye I can do that.” You say shakily. 

“Good, now have fun tonight! Don’t hurt ya’ self!” The long haired pirate who bared a striking resemblance to a friend of yours called as he disappeared out of sight. 

You regained your composure and straightened your dress before you continued to the belly of the ship. You walked down two sets of stairs before reaching a hallway with a singular door. You were given no chance to back out because the door opened as soon as your foot hit the bottom stair. 

“Y/n, welcome.” Red Haired Shanks stood clutching a doorknob and waving you towards him with a smile. You froze. You hadn’t knocked. He knew you were coming long before you got here. Such power. But his smile seemed so.. normal?

“Everything okay, y/n?” He calls at you. You snapped out of your daze.

“Yes! Sorry!” You hurriedly enter his private quarters and he shuts the door behind you. It was luxurious for a pirate, but nothing over the top. He had a full bar with a loveseat on one end and king sized bed with red velvet sheets on the other. You had to chuckle at the dated decor, you were forgetting he was well over 10 years your senior. 

Shanks moves past you after locking the door and heads to the bar. He grips a bottle of wine and tips it towards you in question. 

“Can I pour you a drink?” Shanks asks. 

“I-um, yes. Yes thank you.” You eventually get out. 

Shanks carefully pours each of you a large glass of red wine. He hands you a glass and beckons for you to join him on the loveseat. He was so large in stature that you were in the corner with your legs crossed so you didn’t encroach on his space. 

“My friend and your captain says you are the hottest little thing on the Grand Line… you have something to say about that?” He says playfully from across the couch. 

“I-I’d say you’d have to try it yourself, captain.” You try to make yourself sound confident but there was no use. This man could pulverize you and everyone you love in five seconds if he wanted to… and yet here he was lighting candles and pouring you wine. 

“Drink.” Shanks motions for you to drink your wine as he lifts his own heavy pour to his lips. You oblige and take a few large gulps of wine before settling your glass in your lap again. 

“Why are you afraid of me?” Shanks breaks the silence. 

“I-I’m n-“ Your eyes threatened to bug out of your skull.

“And don’t lie because I’ll know.” Shanks smirks at you from across the loveseat. “Tell me what’s bothering you. I have no interest in laying with someone who isn’t all here. I would just like to know what’s frightening you, little one?” Shanks takes another sip of his wine. 

“Y-you’re just very powerful. I’ve never felt like this before with anyone… I-I can’t explain it…” You look down into your wine glass and take a gulp. You couldn’t meet Shanks’ gaze. 

“I won’t hurt you…” Shanks gets up from his seat and you tense up. “But maybe we should get to know each other better first so you actually believe me…” Shanks returns to his position across from you, this time dragging over a small table and a deck of cards. “Let’s play, every hand you win you get to ask a question and the other has to answer truthfully. And drink, of course.” 

You relax a bit and cock your head. You place your empty wine glass down on the table. 

“You better get the bottle then.” You smirk. 

Shanks smiles and pours the two of you full glasses. He then deals you your first round of cards. To your misfortune you lose the first hand. 

“Alright then… you still think I’m going to kill you, don’t you?” Shanks almost chuckles as the words leave his mouth. 

“Yes.” You respond immediately. You take a drink. 

Shanks sighs and deals another hand. You thought for a moment if you should offer to deal the cards, seeing as it might go faster… but Shanks struck you as a man who liked to be in control so you kept your mouth shut. 

“Listen, sweet pea, you’re worth a lot more alive than you are dead from what I’ve heard about you… So you have nothing to worry about.” Shanks says as he lays out his hand. “Oh dear it seems I’ve won again. Less morose questions, perhaps?”

You toss your losing cards back to the center of the table. 

“Have you ever had a fishman?” Shanks asks. 

You choke a bit on the wine you had just sipped. A smile spreads across the pirates face, his eyes glistening with childlike mischief even through his scarred flesh. He really was quite handsome…

“Sorry… too forward?” He asks. 

“Not at all.” You chuckle after catching your breath. People always asked you about that once they learned of your line of work. . “Yes I have.” 

“What’s it like? I’ve always been curious but never had the opportunity…” Shanks asks with genuine interest. 

“I think you’re supposed to win another hand if you want to ask another question.” You lay your winning hand on the table and smirk. “My turn. Who’s your one that got away? Everyone like you has a lost love.” 

“Oh I wouldn’t call it lost… they’re very much still in the picture. Someone I’ve known since I was young. I still have hope, in the end, but we’ll see. He’s just-“ Shanks explains as he deals more cards. 

“He?” You interject. 

“Is that another question?” Shanks playfully raises an eyebrow

“No.” You recall your inquisition. 

“Good, seeing as I’ve won again.” Shanks collects the cards again. “Now, is the two cocks thing true?”

“Of course it is. But only for the shark fishmen. It’s intimidating at first, but when you’ve been doing my job for this long you learn how to handle it.” You smile into your wine glass cheekily before taking a sip. 

“I have no doubt you excel at your job. It’s simply pleasure enough to get to spend the evening with a beautiful woman with such-“   Shanks’ eyes flick down to where your wrapped velvet gown was opening in the front, exposing your cleavage. He looks back up to meet your gaze. “Breathtaking features.” 

You can’t help but giggle. His hungry eyes on you somehow made you feel more at ease… all men truly are the same. It’s incredible that they call it a man’s world when the strongest of them all can be tamed by the promise of pussy. 

“Looks like I’ve won this one, Red Hair.” You splay your cards on the worn wooden table. “What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you recently?” You ask. 

“I don’t get embarrassed!” Shanks answers far too quickly and defensively for your liking. You cock your head with skepticism. “Fine. Last week one of my crew mates came up to me in celebration asking for a double high five.” Shanks sighs. 

You didn’t understand why it was embarrassing at first, but when you looked at his torso and were reminded he only had one arm you short laughed so hard that you had to bring your hands up to your face. 

“Oh gods I’m sorry I shouldn’t laugh.” You try to regain your composure. 

“No no I promise it’s quite alright!” Shanks grins and plays another losing hand. “It’s funny now that my bruised ego is healed.” 

“So my turn again. When you’re with men do you top or bottom?” The wine must have really been affecting you to even consider asking an emperor such a question. 

Shanks smiles again. 

“Let me ask you this…” Shanks peruses his hand of cards, slipping them deftly between his calloused fingers. “If I take you to a candy shop and I say, ‘now you can only have the peppermint sweets’ how terrible would that be? You’d have to pass up on the chocolate sweets, the strawberry sweets, and sweets you’ve never even imagined. Who wants to live like that?” Shanks lays his winning hand down on the table with a smug grin. “Would you like to come sit on my lap, y/n?” 

You nod silently before you finish your drink and set the massive wine glass down on the table. You rise to your feet. Shanks uses his one hand to pat his left high, spreading his legs so you could slot between them. 

“Plenty of room on this side now.” Shanks winks as you sit down on his lap. He raises his right hand towards your face slowly but suddenly stop as if he’s realized something. “Can I touch you?” He asks as he looks in your eye. The sheer power emanating from his body no longer frightened you, but drew you in and made you feel your heartbeat below your waist. 

“Yes, you can touch me.” You affirm, looking Shanks in the eye. You give him a soft smile. 

“Wow… Luffy wasn’t kidding. You really are gorgeous…” Shanks compliments you as he touches your face gently to brush your hair out of your eyes. He was getting a better look at you. “Really just so fucking pretty…” He kisses your cheek before you feel his hand working at the tie of your dress. “Help me a bit, sweet pea? Wanna see all of you.” 

You blush hard and fumble with your dress enough to spread it open, exposing your nude form. 

“Absolutely beautiful…” Shanks coos as he slides his hand down your chest and cups one of your breasts in his strong grip. He kneads it for a bit and you relax into his touch. He pinches your nipple and you jolt forward, almost losing your balance on Shanks’ lap. 

“Hold onto me, baby, it’s okay.” Shanks brings your arm up to wrap around his neck before continuing fondling your body. His hand finally reached to cup your mound, pressing his fingers flat against your wet lips. You hid your head in the crook of his neck and whimpered. 

“I can feel you throbbing, honey, why didn’t you just say something?” He nudges you with his chin to prompt you to come out of hiding in his neck. “Huh? It’s okay. You should have told me it was this bad…” Shanks starts swiping his fingers through your folds, taking a moment to circle your clit a few times with each upwards stroke along your pussy. 

“I-I just…” Lust had clouded your brain and you could no longer form a coherent thought. A few moments ago you were holding your own against the emperor in a game of cards but now you were completely helpless in his grasp. Shanks slips two digits inside your soaked hole, you gasp out loudly and your arms around his neck tighten. 

“Oh!” You yelp as he tentatively pushes his fingers in and out of you, stretching you and working you up. 

“It’s okay… I'm gonna help you with this okay?” Shanks pushes his two fingers into you again and keeps them inside. He pulls upwards on his fingers once and you instinctively squeal and try to close your legs. “Theeeere it is. Keep those legs open, doll, I’m gonna make you cum now.” He immediately begins hammering his fingers into your favorite spot. 

“AH!” You cry out and your shoulders lurch forward, you slam your eyes shut, the sensation overwhelming you. You moan out as he physically pulls a wet, screaming orgasm out of you with his hand. 

“Good girl! That’s better, huh?” Shanks coos at you as he pulls his fingers out of you and rubs gently at your pussy with his whole palm as if to say ‘good job, champ.’ Shanks quickly lifts you into the air and lets your dress fall to the floor. He sets you to sit on the bed and starts removing his clothing. 

You decided this was something you could help with and start undoing his belt and pants. Shanks slips off his boots and sheds his torso of his jacket and shirt. You move to lay down on the bed, figuring he could shed the rest of his clothes himself. 

“Ah ah ah, don’t get comfortable sweet pea.” Shanks scolds you playfully and you finally get a full view of his body. His olive skin was scarred but beautifully tanned, and his cock was so impressive that you noticed it far before you noticed his missing arm. “You’re going to ride my face.” 

“Oh I am, am I?" You hop up onto your knees on the bed, making room for Shanks to lay down.

“You are because if I don’t get to taste this wet little cunny in the next few minutes I might die.” Shanks lays on his back and grips your waist to help pull you towards his face. “Now sit.” He yanks you down onto his waiting mouth and holds you in place with his arm wrapped around you. 

“Fuck! Shanks!” You cry out as his lips latch around your clit. “Oh my god!” You lean forward instinctively and grip the headboard. You find your body involuntarily rocking against Shanks’ tongue and lips, somehow desperately chasing another high. 

Shanks laps now at your hole, trying to taste more of you straight from the source. 

“So fuckin’ sweet… No wonder they won’t let you go…” Shanks slurps messily against your cunt and moans deeply. “My gods, taste so fuckin’ good…”

 You toss your head back and moan, feeling yourself approaching orgasm again so quickly after your last one. 

“Yes- fuck- just like that, please!” You grind your hips harder onto Shanks’ face. 

“Let go, cum on me baby girl, come on, you can do it…” Shanks mutters into your sex as eagerly devours you, wanting you to finish just as much as you did yourself. 

With a final harsh suck to your clit, you release onto Shanks’ waiting face. He pulls off your sensitive bud but continues lapping at your folds, trying to taste every last drop of the essence leaving your body. Once satisfied from tasting you, Shanks pulls you down his body to sit on his lap. 

He pushes the two of you put he bed so his back is against the headboard and you’re seated comfortably on his lap, wet cunt soaking his member pressed against his abdomen. He was thick and uncut, just the way you like them. 

You move your hips to hover over his pelvis as you allow him to line his leaking cock up with your entrance. Delirious from your orgasms, you eagerly impale yourself on his cock fully and let out a choked cry. Shanks chuckles and pushes your hair out of your face to hold your chin in his hand. 

“Oh baby that was so good! You took it all so good.” He smiles at you. 

You nod and start to grind your hips onto him, your eyes falling closed at the delicious friction. Shanks leans up and starts leaving bites and sucks on your neck, he grips your hips tightly in his hand to guide your grinding on top of him. He plants his feet and is able to thrust inside of you. 

“What a fucking goddess you are, y/n… fuck you feel so fuckin’ good…” 

You were feeling bashful at his praise… like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of you right now. It was clear from his languid pace and his attention to your needs that he didn’t want to fuck you. He wanted to make love to you. 

You continue to ride Shanks and he nibbled and sucked at your breasts while continuously spilling words of praise and admiration about your pussy and how well it takes his cock. 

“So good, sweat pea, come on and make yourself cum on me, just use me baby it’s okay…” Shanks mumbled into your spit soaked nipple. You whimper and move your hips faster, feeling your walls start to spasm. “Yes there it is, come on…” 

“SHANKS!” You cry out the captain’s name as you fall apart completely on his thick cock. You felt completely boneless as the aftershocks of your mammoth orgasm wore off. 

“Gonna fill you, love, just take it…” Shanks grunts as he obviously approaches his climax. 

“Y-yes-“ You could barely squeak out, so beyond overstimulated. 

With an animalistic growl, Shanks empties himself inside of you entirely. You whine and wiggle on his lap as you feel the floods of cum seep from your hole along the sides of his cock. 

Shanks pulls your body into his by your shoulder and you collapse into his broad chest. He pulls out of you and lays you both of your side. After a few moments of gentle touches and pillow talk, you rise to collect your things. 

“You’re not staying?” The pirate captain asked. 

“You’re leaving port in the morning.” You replied. 

“I know. I’m asking if you’ll stay with me. Here.” Shanks asks. 

You smile as you throw on your velvet dress. You approach Shanks’ nude body on the bed. You cup his jaw. 

“I am loyal to my captain.” You say with a smile. 

“After all that, you’re still loyal to your captain?” Shanks refutes, sitting up in bed now. 

“Of course. What good is a crew if they aren’t loyal to their captain?” You say playfully as you approach the door of the bedroom. 

“Gods that only makes me want you more.” Shanks smirks. 

“Best of luck to you, Red Haired Shanks.” You wink and you retreat back to your home ship.