#do you think about hongo. are you thinking of hongo. when will you think about hongo.

[kideternity]

A lot of people point out and joke about and compare the change in fashion Hongo undergoes after the first fourteen episodes, when he returns properly to the show, around the late forties episode mark, which is very understandable to do to be fair because he really does start letting that chest peek through. This might just be reading into it too much, but, to me, I always viewed this change of fashion to simply reflect Hongo's change of character. Along the way I've noticed once Hongo is properly reintroduced, there’s a much less heavy emphasis on his suffering and his feelings of depression, even in the ending narration for each episode- not to say that he suddenly doesn’t Have Those feelings anymore, more that they’re (probably) less of a major forefront on Hongo's mind. I always read the implication personally that Hongo started dressing more casually and even arguably more fashionably to be a reflection of him slowly learning to accept what he is now- becoming more comfortable in his own body again, literally and figuratively. Of course, this is all simply one ant's thoughts, that doesn’t really take in things like say cultural influence or show behind the scenes/production changes, it’s just a nice thing for me to muse about

[innerfare]

Going Down On You - Part 2

Summary: how they go down on you

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Corazon, Smoker

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // oral sex, shameless dirty talk, Doflamingo is a menace

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Shanks: 

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. 

Beckman: 

"Come here, babygirl. That's it."

Beckman drinks your juices like a nightcap. He’ll put you on his desk, the moonlight filtering in through the window and a lamp flickering in the corner, and unzip his pants to give his massive erection some breathing room before turning his attention to his babygirl. He likes to start slow, taking his sweet time with your nipples and leaving a trail of hickies around them, before finally burying his face between your shaking legs.  

“Give daddy a taste.” 

He’s nice and sweet about it, but don’t think he won’t hold you down if you start to squirm around too much. He goes down on you like you need it, not like you want it; he goes down on you like it’s for your own good. It’s for his own good, too, that thing that takes the edge off and helps him wind down after a stressful day. He wants your legs wrapped around his head and your hands tangled in his long hair. 

Oh, and he wants you to tell him that he owns you. Nobody else is allowed to taste your pussy; it's all his, and you'd better chant that while he draws your orgasm out of you.

Mihawk:

A proponent of fine dining. 

Will eat you out on the table, which kind of makes you feel like he’s doing it in public because his dining room is so large and there are massive windows with no curtains covering them; his insistence on you removing every article of clothing, not just your panties, and sitting on the table, feet on the edge, holding your legs as far apart as they’ll go only makes you feel more exposed. All the while, he remains entirely clothed. 

He’ll scold you if you wrap your legs around him. It’s his meal and he’s going to enjoy it precisely the way he wants, and the way he wants is uninhibited. He drags it out, too, edging you multiple times and lecturing you about delayed gratification if you complain. When he does finally allow you to cum, he tortures your clit for a moment after to be certain he saw you through your entire orgasm.  

Other times, he’ll be sitting in his chair and see you walk by and say, “y/n, come here.” He’ll have you strip down before laying you on the coffee table and working an orgasm or two out of you. Enjoys it so much that at times when he’s training or preparing for something, he’ll ban himself from indulging in your pussy because he needs to be focused. 

Crocodile:

Sir Crocodile has a big cock, but he normally stretches you with his fingers. Oral sex isn’t foreplay to him, it’s a separate thing entirely. He normally engages in it very late at night or very early in the morning when he’s exhausted and you’re half asleep. He’ll run his hand down your body, stopping briefly to massage your breasts, before pulling your legs apart. 

“Wake up,” he might grumble in your ear. Or he might not, instead waking you up with a few kisses to your clit.  

He probably kisses your pussy more than he kisses your mouth. He’ll make out with your leaky opening, swapping your juices for his saliva, part of him wishing he still had his other hand so he had more fingers to torture you with. But he’ll settle for one, going back and forth between your nipples and squeezing them until you cry out, then squeezing them some more.  

He doesn’t talk to you while he does it, a far cry from how he mocks and argues with you during penetrative sex. When he’s in an especially bad mood, he doesn’t take his hook off, and you wake up with it pushing into the soft flesh of your thigh, a silent warning not to close your legs on him. And when he’s finished, he’ll push you back to your side of the bed without a word. 

Doflamingo: 

Part of being his toy means being tormented with his tongue. He has a fucking giraffe tongue, and he puts it to good use, often laying back in bed and making you ride it like it’s his cock, moving it out of the way and then making fun of you when you struggle. He makes you talk to him the entire time, and when you’re not sitting on his face, you have to make eye contact with him. 

He’ll talk to you, too, and is so fucking patronizing. 

“Use your words, little one. Come on, you can do it. Don’t tell me it’s too much for you.” 

Uses a lot of different toys while he’s going down on you, typically a butt plug and nipple clamps. Has most definitely used a transponder snail to take pictures of your wet pussy, flush and swollen after he spent an entire afternoon tonguing it; the clicking sound of the snail camera was so humiliating but it made your pussy throb so much harder. 

One of his favorite things in the world is tying you up with his strings and spitting on your cunt. He has, on a handful of occasions, tied you up and allowed his subordinates to lick your pussy, but never lets them taste your cum; right when you’re on the edge, he’ll take over and make them watch while he takes your orgasm all for himself, usually with his cock. 

Corazon: 

Eating your pussy is his stress relief. The number of times you burned dinner because you were cooking and he came home in the middle and bent you over the counter for an appetizer is unreal. He always apologizes, but he doesn’t feel bad enough to stop doing it; he can’t stop doing it. And you’d be cruel to make him considering you can feel the tension leave his body as soon as his tongue runs through your folds. 

“I needed this so bad. Thank you so much.” 

When he’s not bending you over a counter, he wants you riding his face, and none of that hovering shit, either. He’ll wrap his arms around your thighs and hold you flush against his face, moaning as he laps at your folds.

“I can tell you need it, too. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” 

He’s so sweet about it, it’s unreal. Smiles the entire time, places so many sweet kisses on your clit and opening. A big fan of the two finger and tongue combo. Can work an orgasm out of you in record time. Never fucks you without making you cum at least once on his tongue (he’s 9’7 and his cock is proportional). 

Smoker: 

Smoker almost always ends up eating his cum out of you. He’s gone for weeks, even months at a time, and when he walks through that door, you’re dropping your panties or he’s ending it all. He has so much pent up energy he absolutely has to fuck you, but that doesn’t change the fact that what he’s been jerking off to every night is the thought of tasting you. 

“Don’t think for a second we’re finished yet.” 

He’ll take breaks to kiss you on the mouth, making you taste yourself. And then he’ll work his way back down your body, leaving hickies on your neck and biting your nipples before he’s back between your legs again, pushing his tongue into your hole to get every last drop of both of your juices out, his thumb seeing to your aching clit. 

You won’t even make it to the bed, he’ll just fuck you against the wall or on the counter and then drag you onto the floor to lick your cunt. He’s attempted to get you to the sofa before, but you just end up pushed against it while still on the floor, or else bent over the arm or sitting on the edge while he kneels between your legs. 

Also, the two of you don’t shower together often, but for some reason, the times you do shower together, he always ends up with his face between your legs. You’ve wasted so much water because he can’t keep his damn tongue to himself. And when he’s finished, he always places a few sweet kisses at your entrance as if to reward you for behaving. 

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[badgerbl00d]

captain's girl

☆ characters: akagami no shanks

☆ up next: tbd

☆ summary: shanks has always had a soft spot for you but as he spends more time around you that feeling intensifies- he's fallen, and hard.. how will he confess?

☆ a/n: i lost the ask that originally submitted this but i loved this prompt! so so cute and always lovely to write for my favorite captain.. shanks nation rise!

Shanks hadn’t slept in days. 

Shanks- an emperor, had been a pirate for decades and he knew well what it meant to be selfish. To be faced with all the treasure and beauty in the World and it not be enough until one had it all to himself. But he’d only ever seen it. In allies and enemies alike he had seen that corrupting burning want- no, need for something that drives one nearly mad. He’d seen fellow seamen be consumed by this bubbling and boiling desire that had always sickened him to think about.

And then there was you. Beautiful, strong-willed, and unafraid of pirates and men and danger and swords and, all of the sudden, he began feeling the symptoms of that dangerous selfishness. He’d watch you laugh with Benn, or cook with Lucky, or play cards with Yasopp and his chest would tighten. His nerves would begin to ebb and flow in uncertainty and the terrifyingly unfamiliar feeling of jealousy began to sprout within the captain of the Red Haired Pirates. He’d spend hours poring over a potential solution– something to make it go away. But everything he tried was useless. Any slight progress immediately crumbled the moment you walked by him. He’d found a nice girl on an island and flirted with her, buying her drinks, treating her special as the rest of the crew began to pour into the bar. It was working! She liked the same music as him and thought he was funny. But then you’d walked in with Beckman, your perfume immediately recognizable to him and he folded. You were entirely captivating to him, and bless him, he tried to listen to the girl in front of him and feign interest in what she was saying but all he could focus on was the sound of you laughing and thanking the men who were sending drinks your way. On a separate occasion, he’d taken a different approach. You were in a particularly cheeky mood and not the most prone to taking orders, so he got frustrated. He leant into that frustration, barking at you for not listening. But you just rolled your eyes and begrudgingly got up to do what he was asking. As you walked past him, you raked a fingernail across his chest and offered assistance if he needed “any help de-stressing.” And with a wink you were off. After that little incident, he could hardly sleep and was quite literally plagued by (very inappropriate) thoughts of you and decided it would be best if he didn’t do anything for a while. This had been going on for months now.  A one sided game of cat and mouse that Shanks did not want to be playing, after all, he wasn't used to playing the role of mouse. Shanks was a man who always got what he wanted.

But he was realizing there was no escape. Constantly you teased him, tempted him, lured him, all to act like nothing the next moment. His head was spinning. Just this morning, you ran into him at breakfast and asked if he wanted to go into town with you. He came up with some half assed excuse and tried his hardest to keep his composure when you pouted at his and said, “Pretty please?” He went up and moped in his office, going over all those moments when he felt that now familiar ache in his chest– that throbbing pain that felt like his swollen heart was being mushed up against his ribcage and had been making his daily life on the ship, oh, so inconvenient. 

Like a few months ago when, in your typical fashion, you’d put together a small band out of the rag-tag musicians on the crew. An upright bass player out of your intel gatherer, a drummer out of one of Hongo’s assistants, some brass players that you put through a very selective audition, and, of course, you as the singer. He remembers walking out after having a few drinks with those of his men that he was closest with and hearing the sound of your voice singing a soft jazz tune. ‘I wish you bluebirds, in the spring…..’ his heart picking up a bit, and him leaning over to look at the band playing, ‘To give your heart a song to sing, and then a kiss…’ Him rushing down the stairs and urging the crew to dance, asking Lucky to get behind the bar and start making cocktails and drinks, ‘But more than this, I wish you love’ anything so that he could sit and listen to you. He remembers the boyish surge of energy that coursed through him when you shot him a playful wink. A thank you for entertaining your antics and encouraging your little band of criminal musicians. 

Or last week, when you stopped by his office (he’d begun spending more and more time locked in there attempting to find reprieve from your presence which was quickly becoming all too much for him to be around) and knocked on his door in the way you always knocked on any door. Three rhythmic little taps, always quiet and polite. “Come in!” he’d said, forcing his voice to steady itself like his heart wasn’t crawling up into his throat. “Hey Shanks– I have something for you.” You made your way to his desk, dropping a little parcel on it before going to lay down on the couch in his office, a seat he always kept open for you. It was just an old leather chair, but he knew how much you liked it. He opened up the parcel, watching you pull out a cigarette and bring it to your lips, holding it droopily between them as you dug around in your jacket for a lighter. He finished unwrapping the gift, a compass falling out. Gold and the initials R.H.S. engraved in the back. The glass had been carved out so that it was angular and there was a detailed inking of the ocean in the back, and the north arrow was dark red. He turned it over in his palm, “R.H.S.?” he asked. “It’s funny, huh! Red-Hair-Shanks,” you laughed, “It made Benny crack up so I snatched it. They wanted $15,000 for it! Like hell was I gonna pay that…. Hey, do you have a lighter?” You walked back over to him, leaning on his desk, looking down at his face, batting your eyes at him all doe-like. He felt like he might faint. 'Benny' he felt a pang of jealousy but smiled to himself at the nickname. Beckman hated nicknames but you'd started calling him Benny and for the first time ever there was no protest from the man's lips. You'd wiggled your way into all their hearts like that- helping Lucky with groceries and keeping Yasopp company when he drank more than he could stand.

“Sure do, sweetheart,” he maintained his typical flirty cadence but failed to sound as confident as he usually does. You shot him a look. He sheepishly handed you the lighter but instead of taking it you leant over further, beckoning for him to light the cigarette for you. He swallowed and brought the lighter up to the cigarette, the two of you making eye contact as he lit it. You blew a playful puff of smoke at him before making your way back over to the sofa. You laid across it, kicking your shoes off and pulling a magazine from his shelf. “Playboy? Really?” He gave you an embarrassed grin and shrugged. You made a mental note that this magazine had been left open on a photo of a bikini-clad girl that looked an awful like you. Pervert, you thought. You put the magazine away and sunk further into the chair, taking long drags of the cigarette, filling up the room with smoke. Shanks was trying not to stare a hole through you and limited himself from looking over in your general direction. You were so at peace, your legs draped over the arm of the chair and your hands above your head.  An hour passed like this, the two of you sharing a silence that was only peaceful on your end. Shanks sat at his desk pretending to be deeply interested in a blank piece of paper and mulled over possible topics of conversation. He was trying not to beat himself up over his newfound shyness- he was like a teenage boy talking to a girl for the first time. When he finally got the courage to ask you about your most recent errand he was cut off before he could even start.

“Y/n!!! Help me with dinner, eh?!”

Lucky. You groaned sitting up, remembering that you’d promised to help him out with tonight’s dinner last week. “Sorry, Captain,” you said, putting your shoes back on, “I’d love to stay and fog up your office a bit more but duty calls.” 

He nodded and got up, nearly running into you. “Ah, sorry princess,” he said, guiding you gently out of the room with a hand on your back. 

“Try not to miss me,” you’d said, taking the cigarette out of your mouth and placing it in his. He furrowed his brows in equal amounts of confusion and sexual frustration. “Lucky won’t let me smoke in the kitchen,” you explained. You shot him a wink and were off. 

He took a short puff of the cigarette before taking it out and staring at it between his fingers. Your red lipstick stained the end of it. He took a very self indulgent inhale before setting it down on an ashtray in his office. It was the first time he’d smoked in a while.

He hadn’t remembered it feeling so good.

He was late to dinner that night and even Benn had indicated some degree of worry about his captain, asking if he was alright. 

Shanks knew this couldn’t last forever– that he would have to do something before he lost his ability to lead his ship entirely. But then, of course, there was what happened yesterday.

Some rookie pirates had convinced themselves it would be a good idea to try and loot your ship. You’d been out on the deck helping Beckman with some chores when the first group of them climbed overboard. Neither of you had particularly expressive reactions– after all, you could tell within a few seconds that they were neither strong nor experienced. Still, it was the general attitude of the Red Hair Pirates to avoid conflict as much as possible. So when they wrapped rope around your wrists and held knives to your throats you and Benn didn’t flinch. Some newer recruits had sounded the alarm which eventually led to the rest of the crew making their way lazily out onto the deck. Shanks emerged from his office, reading glasses still on and laughed at the sight.

“Yasopp– take a pic, will ya!?” he laughed, slapping him on the back, “Benny we’re gonna hang this up in the dining hall!”

Benn rolled his eyes and you smiled. It took another several moments before you realized that your body was feeling more and more weakened by the moment, but when you finally felt a dullness creeping up your legs you noticed that the man holding you was a devil fruit user. The Neru Neru no Mi you believed it was called, Sleep Sleep Fruit. Fatigue started to wash over you and you stumbled forward slightly. The laughter on the ship immediately ceased and Benn called your name. You tried responding but instead fell back, landing against your assailant's chest. Yasopp and Lucky both brought their hands to their pistols, and Benn had taken a more offensive stance though it was clear the effect was starting to weigh on him as well. 

“We’ll kill them both,” one of the looters had yelled. Yasopp shot Shanks a look, waiting for some kind of command. “Yasopp–” Shanks started, but he hesitated a moment. If his sniper made any kind of mistake it would be your life taken instead. Before he could react, your captor had drawn the knife down your arm, smirking at the cry of pain you let out as your arm was coated in red. “Shoot him,” he said, gaze turning black. You passed out, though whether it was from the pain or the effect of Shanks’ emperor’s haki on your weakened body was unclear. But the last thing you saw before blacking out was the haunting anger on Shanks’ face.

You woke up a bit later, your head throbbing and your arm bandaged. “Holy shit,” you muttered, “What happened?” Hongo and Beckman were sitting by your bed talking to each other and Lucky, Yasopp, and a few others were playing cards. 

"You passed out from the effects of the devil fruit," Benn explained, "And you got a nasty cut on your arm. But Hongo says you'll be healed up by the weekend."

You blushed, somewhat embarrassed that you were the only one to have been injured. "What happened to the other crew?"

Benn shot you a half-smile. An expressive mixture of pride and shame. "The Captain took care of it. Honestly all we could do was watch, we all know better than to get in his way when he gets like that. Never seen this ship so bloody, that's for sure."

You grimaced, "Suppose they won't be messing with us again?"

Benn laughed, "Definitely not."

“Hey, Y/n!” Lucky called out, “Want anything to eat?”

You sat up, pushing yourself to the edge of the bed and grabbing the glass of water Benn offered you, “Yeah, Luck. I’ll take anything, honestly. Where is Shanks?” Benn sighed and looked over at Yasopp who was giggling like a twelve-year old. You got the message. 

“Maybe we should tell him it’s obvious? And it’ll fix things?” 

Benn shook his head and leant back in his chair, “Nah, it would crush the guy. Maybe if you say something to him, though?” You thought about it for a minute. You'd talked with each other before about the captain's feelings. How he acted every time he was around you. Benn added that he'd never seen him like that before, "Buggy's given us stories about how he used to be around girls. He'd run the other way when a pretty lady talked to him. He's obviously gotten over it since then but it's sort of nice to see him like this."

"Can't blame him," Yasopp added, winking at you, "You're about the prettiest thing on the sea."

Yasopp was still laughing about it, over a game of cards with Lucky and Hongo. You appreciated their company while you rested.

“I don’t know guys. You know I love him just as much but will it be weird? I mean– no offense, but this ship isn’t really the ideal romantic setting. And what if he plays favorites?”

They all laughed at this, “He already is, sweetheart!”

“Just tell him!”

“We’ll have a big ol’ wedding!”

You rolled your eyes and asked to be dealt into the card game they were playing. Lucky came back with a bowl of soup for you. Laughter was filling up the small medical room and it echoed down the hall...  

Shanks’ crush on you was astoundingly obvious and what was more surprising was how he had been moping about it for the past four months. He was now in his room, shrouded in embarrassment. Half of it stemmed from the generally well known fact that Shanks and his crew were untouchable- or at least, should be. And the other, perhaps greater, half from the fact that you'd ended up hurt because he’d hesitated. It also didn't help that he had doubted Yasopp at all- he knew he never missed. He’d spent the evening drinking a bottle of whiskey to himself and replaying other embarrassing faux pas he’d committed in front of you. The bottle of empty whiskey sat in front of him on the desk and the sun had long set. He got up, feeling miserable, and decided to head to bed. He grabbed the empty bottle, pausing before he grabbed it. Your cigarette from a week ago sat in the mauve ceramic ashtray on his desk (also a gift from you– you’d said it reminded you of his “ugly pants”). He stared at the lipstick still staining the white paper on the end of the cigarette. His chest tightened and he looked out the window of his office. You were out on deck, your arm bandaged up, hauling some rope into a metal bin. He smiled to himself- an injury like that was no excuse for chores. You looked gorgeous. A white glow surrounded you from the beaming moonlight up above. Your hair was messy and flowed freely around your face shifting the shadows that fell on it. He knew, suddenly, that he had to talk to you. That in all his embarrassment and emotion and confusion about his feelings, he’d neglected to check up on you. He set the bottle down and grabbed the half-smoked cigarette, slipping it into his pocket. He paused at the door, momentarily enjoying the nerves that were coursing through his body. How long had it been since he last felt excitement like this? There were moments at sea where he realized that, thanks to his age and experience, he no longer felt those pangs and throes of youthful worry and excitement. But this? This was new and he was reeling like never before. He was submerged in uncharted waters and all of a sudden that spark of adventure that follows every pirate flared up inside him. Shanks closed the door to his office behind him, taking a deep breath. 

You wrapped up the rest of the rope and threw it into the container, before taking a seat on it. Closing your eyes and taking a moment to yourself. It was rare to have a night so quiet. You could hear the faint sound of laughter and talking coming from below the deck. The ship was slowly rocking back and forth.

“Mind if I sit next to you?”

You blinked your eyes open to see Shanks standing in front of you. It still surprised you how a man of his size and power could sneak up on you so easily. It was a nice reminder of how in control he actually was of everything around him. It put you at ease to know you were in such responsible hands and guidance. 

“You feel ok? It’s my fault I should’ve–”

You smiled at him, “What? This? I’m fine, Captain– I’ve dealt with much worse, that I can promise you.” He frowned at that, “That’s not a good thing, Y/n. I don’t like thinking about you getting hurt.” You shrugged and ruffled his hair, “I’m a pirate. A Red-Hair Pirate. It’s bound to happen. And you’re not perfect either. Believe it or not. What’s going on with you lately? So sappy.” You knew very well what was going on with him.

Shanks smiled and looked down at the floor. This was it. Now or never. 

“Y/n… You know that, well, women love me and- and that I love women,” he started. Your smile dropped. 

“M-hm.”

“Uh,” he rubbed his neck sheepishly, like a child getting scolded, “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re not like other women.”

You looked at him, “Are you sure about that?” You looked unamused. He steeled himself– he was an emperor of the sea, goddamnit, you were just a woman! Just a girl on his crew.

He knew that was a lie.

You were his girl on his crew. And he was being eaten alive by your existence, completely consumed by the thought of you. He couldn’t live another day without relieving himself of his constant torture and the emotional suffering you put him through. He couldn’t wake up another morning without you next to him, begging him to sleep in a bit longer and asking him to hold you tighter. He couldn’t spend another night watching you laugh and smile and be the most beautiful, enchanting thing in the world and not call you his. You were his, not through ownership but through love. 

“Alright! Damn it, woman, you’re so intimidating.” Your smile returned. 

“I love you,” he sighed. It wasn’t as dramatic as either of you had pictured. He said it like he was simply reminding you.

“I love you, Y/n. And I have for months. Since I first saw you– since you first started giving me random antique shop gifts and coming into my office at the most inconvenient times and filling it up with smoke. I can’t look at the color red and not think of you. That’s my color, damn it! And yet– I see red and think of the brand of cigarettes you like and the lipstick you wear and the way your laughter sounds and the color of your nail polish. I can’t listen to music and not think of you. I mean- you’ve come on board and turned everything upside down. My men, my violent men, are playing jazz on Thursday nights! Lucky’s new favorite thing to drink is Cosmopolitans and Yasopp is taking daily showers and, christ, Benn’s new nickname is Benny and he likes it! Everything I have reminds me of you. This is basically your ship now. And I love it. I love how you're everywhere. And I- I need you. I want you but it's more than that- I need you.”

He took a deep breath and looked at you for the first time in weeks. You laughed- at him, and grabbed his hand. His cheeks turned bright red and he felt like a teenager again. You squeezed his hand, “F-i-n-a-l-l-y.” He took a moment to sound out your spelling, and smiled somewhat defeatedly. He laid his head down on your shoulder and mumbled into you, “Was it obvious?”

 You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head against his. It was refreshing to touch him without it being strange or feeling unnatural. To just hold one another and understand that that was all it was– a touch. That before either of you said anything and broke this mundane, normal silence everything was perfect. There was no room for mistake or anxiety or insecurity. There was just the mass of red hair on your shoulder ticking your neck and your arms wrapped around his. But you figured he’d suffered long enough. 

“Very,” you said, answering his question, “There’re a bunch of betting pools regarding when, and if, you’ll confess. Though you don’t make a great effort to hide it. Looks like Benny’s gonna make some cash tonight.”

He shot up, somewhat offended, “I do hide it! I’ve kept my distance from you and treated you like everyone else.”

You laughed and sat him down on the bin next to you, “No, you haven’t. I’m your favorite. And though you have been avoiding me, when you’re around me your face is pink and you lose all that playboy gusto you think the ladies like. Plus you have those magazines lying around. It flatters me how much I resemble some of those models.”

His mouth fell open at this, realizing he had left it wide out in the open. You smiled at this, but said nothing. It was quiet out again– everyone had gone to bed early, tired from the day’s commotion, an unexpected change of pace from the typical mundane life of a pirate at sea that normally consisted of chores upon chores upon chores. The sea was calm tonight, almost eerily so. You rested your head against Shank’s shoulder and closed your eyes, it was quiet again. You could tell he was itching for a response. You smiled, enjoying the effect you had on him.

“I love you, too.”

You felt Shanks tense and opened your eyes, turning to look at him. He had a stupidly large smile plastered on his face. He was so damn handsome. His hand slid up your back and came to rest on your neck. He gently pushed your face toward his, a smile creeping up your lips, and tested the waters. You closed the gap, closing your eyes as you kissed your captain, shifting forward and finding your way onto his lap. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck and you could feel him smiling against your lips. Shanks broke the kiss, pulling away after giving you a few more pecks. 

His arm sank down to wrap around your waist and pull you in even tighter. He rested his forehead against yours and looked down at your lips, plump from the kissing.

“You’re mine,” he said. 

“Yours.”

He sighed, relief flooding his body. You rubbed his neck, "Guess I wasn't as obvious as you, hm?" He laughed and squeezed your hand, "No. God, I was terrified. What an awful feeling."

You smiled. You were getting tired, and your arm was throbbing. "Wanna come with me to see Hongo? I think my arm should get re-wrapped." He nodded, standing up. You walked toward the infirmary, while Shanks stood back for a moment. Waiting awkwardly.

"Shanks?"

His name had never sounded so lovely. He was worried, "Should we tell people yet? The crew- I mean."

You laughed, and kept walking, "I think they'll figure out on their own. After all, I suspect that I'll be greeting them tomorrow morning with your shirt on."

He watched you walk on ahead a bit more before following after you, scooping you up in his arm and pressing kisses to your face. Shanks dropped you off outside of Hongo's door, letting you go in on your own. 'I want tonight to be just us,' you'd explained. Word does travel quickly on a ship. He waited outside the door, listening to you and Hongo talk while he rebandaged your arm. His chest felt warm and full, not with the previous tightness he'd experienced but full with satisfaction.

A familiar ebbing flow of egoism spread through his body. It was nice to be reminded of who he was. An emperor of the sea with one of the highest bounties of all time. A man feared and respected across the world. Wanted by the world government and untouchable to anyone. Almost anyone. Your voice bubbled up over the sound of his thoughts for a moment. His confidence had quickly reinstated itself.

After all, Shanks was a man who always got what he wanted.

[fanaticsnail]

Dreaming of you Red-Hair Pirates: Shanks, Beckman, Hongo edition when? 👉👈😔

I am gonna add a page break because I am not sure how to word what I need to say in a sfw way. Also, thank you for prompting me to really think about these guys, I love it.

Red Hair Pirates

Themes: Shanks x gn!reader, Beckman x gn!reader, Hongo x gn!reader, mdni, smut, 18+, NSFW, head canons on how they engage in intimacy, smutty thoughts.

To me: these three all fuck different.

Shanks: He's flirty, he's fun, he's a soft dom who encourages you to sing out for him as loud as you can be. If you're already loud, he's going to find that spot in you to make you louder. Switching positions, laughing all the way before that mean switch flips. Then he dishes out the most possessive, dominant, and ass-rippling back shots. He's a dirty pirate, and he knows how to handle himself. Showing you just how much strength he has in that remaining arm, he'll hold you down and staple you in heavy, languid drags of his cock deep within your stomach - before rolling you atop him and watching you whine and cry while bouncing on his lap. Planting his heels, he'll buck his hips up to help you out in having that orgasm you're both chasing together. There is no kink he hasn't done, and he is willing to explore anything that takes your fancy so long as he's in charge. He's the captain, after all.

Beckman: The king of cockwarming. He's so patient, and his restraint is hardened in the way he teases. Sure, he's happy to give in and treat you like an animal from time to time, but he wants to take his time about it. There is no quick fixes with this old man, and he knows it. All of his motions are slow and steady, not once picking up his pace no matter how much you beg for it. While Beckman yearns for someone to take care of him, he won't so easily give up that control and let someone shatter his restraint. He also wants to be close to you, sharing breaths with your heads and lips connected. He makes love, and he acts like he has all the time in the world to do it.

Hongo: While he's just as dirty as Shanks is, he has far more restraint when it comes to enjoying you. He wants you to try to make as little noise as you can, letting your body do all the talking for you in the way you snap your hips against his. As the doctor of the Red Hair pirates, he is used to showing a lot of control and seriousness in his actions, but in intimacy: he wants you to take the reigns. He's so tired, almost as tired as Beckman is. Where Beckman refuses to give in, Hongo wants you to top him due to him wanting to be empty-headed of all of those "how, where, when," questions. This doctor wants you to take care of him in the same way he takes care of his crew, and he needs to relax while you both come unravelled.

Conclusion: I am trying to find a way to word the set up in a way I can see them all enjoying the same reader. I don't want a repetition of the Cross-Guild version, and I am very much taking my time to find it. While Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile all are so vastly different: they're all possessive about what they want and have that need for control. The Red-Hairs don't, and I want this one to have plot with the smut to follow.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @the-light-of-star @empirenowmp3 @racfoam @sunflowersatori @carrotsunshine @skullfacedlady @jintaka-hane @thenotsofantasticlifestory

[jintaka-hane]

A Visit to the Infirmary

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Img by Buffoland

This is a gift for the lovely @akagami-no-laney 🎁!! I like Hongo thanks to you, and when I went to look for more content about him, I saw there was very little! So I decided to write this. I hope you like it! 💕 Summary: You've fallen in love with the doctor aboard the Red Force. In complete denial of your feelings, you think it’s best to avoid him for a while until the feeling passes. But a terrible pain in your back will force you to pay him a visit. Word count: 3000 Notes: Love in denial. Flirting. Confessions of love. Use of 'Darling' and 'Doll'. Reader is a brat. Beckman is a saint. Hongo doesn't really know how to approach you, though in the end it seems like he manages to 🤪. I have no knowledge in medicine, so everything here is pure fiction XD.

"Dammit, Beck!!!" you roared, kicking and flailing in the air, landing futile punches on the immense wardrobe-like back of the first mate. "Let me go!"

The tall man's grip tightened as he carried you over his shoulder, his face serious and stoic as he strode determinedly towards the ship's infirmary.

"Scream all you want, Darlin’, but we’re going to see Hongo whether you like it or not." 

“NO!” you whined, writhing harder. “NOT HONGO! PLEASE! I—I’ll do anything you want! I’ll… I’ll get you the finest cigarettes at the next port!”

Beckman chuckled and shook his head, clearly amused by your desperate efforts to escape.

"BECKMAN, I’m serious! Let me go!! I-I swear that… that…  OUCH!!" you twisted in agony as a sharp, searing pain shot through your lower back.

Your captor halted immediately, noticing how you contorted in pain, and gave you a moment’s respite as he tried to ease you through the surge.

“Darlin’,” he spoke softly, one hand moving to your back and rubbing it gently, “you need help… and he’s the only one here who can give it to you, do you understand?” 

You nodded, closing your eyes and gripping his shirt tightly, enduring the wave of suffering as best you could.

You had been dealing with unbearable pain in your lower back for days. You didn’t know what caused it—whether it was some bad posture, the fall when you climbed down from the lookout, or the time you landed hard on your backside going down the ship’s ladder. Whatever it was, you must have injured something, and the pain, coming in waves like stabbing knives, was horrible. 

Stubbornly, you had tried to let it pass on its own, avoiding asking anyone for help and steering clear of the infirmary. Yet your walks on the deck, face twisted in pain and hand pressed to your lower back, hadn’t escaped the ever-watchful Benn Beckman. Guessing your reluctance to see the ship’s doctor, he had kept his distance and observed you from afar without asking questions, but, as he watched your condition deteriorate further, he decided it was his duty to act.

“Hongo’s a decent doctor. Give him a chance,” he said, turning his head over his shoulder to look at you with his concerned gray eyes.

The problem wasn’t whether Hongo was a good doctor. You knew full well that he was competent and professional. The real issue was that he was also kind, tall, funny, and undeniably attractive. 

That, along with the fact that you were maybe… probably a little bit in love with him—an insignificant detail, considering you were fighting it, convinced that keeping the right distance would make the feeling fade and spare you from a potential broken heart. All you had to do was avoid him and act like a brat when he was around, and everything would be fine. You were as certain of this as you were that your back pain would eventually subside on its own.

BAAAANG!!!!

The infirmary door swung open with a deafening bang as Beckman kicked it harder than intended, his hands fumbling as he tried to grab hold of your increasingly elusive body.

“Sorry, Hongo,” he said, noticing that part of the doorframe had splintered.

“Oi, Beck,” Hongo said without turning around, completely unfazed by the door’s loud crash as he meticulously washed his hands in the sink. “I see you’ve convinced y/n to come and see me.”

“That’s not—” you began to say.

“YES,” Beck shot you a reproachful look as he carefully set you down on the floor. “She’s a smart girl and understands what’s best for her.”

You opened your mouth to speak but his huge hand covered it, stopping you. His cold eyes bore into yours, and he mouthed the word “behave,” leaving no room for an argument.

“Perfect,” Hongo turned around with that charming smile that always drew you in. “Welcome to my office, y/n.”

You held his gaze for a moment, his eyes crinkling beneath the scar that ran down his temple. He took a small white towel and dried his hands with an unusual gentleness for a pirate, and the thought made you look away, taking in the ship’s infirmary for the first time.

It was surprisingly neat and well organized. There was a wide variety of medical supplies and medicinal herbs neatly lined up on shelves lining the walls. In the center, a sturdy wooden table held a collection of bandages, ointments, and surgical instruments. And next to it, a set of perfectly clean syringes waited to be used.

“Do you need me to stay?” Beckman asked, unsure of what to do.

“Yes—” 

“NO—” Hongo said at exactly the same time.

Beckman’s gaze shifted from one to the other.

“I’ll be outside if you need me,” he said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips.

Shit.

You watched him leave shooting him a dirty look, and as soon as the door closed, Hongo’s gaze was fixed on you again, his smile remaining as he took a step closer.

“So…” he began, halting when he noticed you flinch and step back, “you’ve had a sharp pain in your lower back for days, haven’t you?”

Of course, that bastard Beckman had told him.

“Maybe,” you replied nonchalantly, avoiding his eyes.

“And you didn’t come to see me until now, why?”

“It’s not that bad.” You shrugged, the careless movement causing the pain in your back to flare up again, but in a wave you managed to endure with dignity.

“Uh-huh…” he paused, examining you. “Let’s take a look, okay?” He took another step forward, slow and deliberate. “Can you lay face down on the exam table for me?”

Your gaze darted to the exam table to the doctor.

“Absolutely not,” you looked at him with a defiant look, arms crossed over your chest.

Hongo’s expression changed in an instant.

“Very well,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes and kicking aside a stool that stood in his way as he moved towards you, “by force then.”

You swallowed hard, realizing that your back was pressed against a wall, and as soon as you saw his figure lurking closer, you scrambled to take cover behind the wooden table. You clutched its edge and dragged it to shield yourself, causing several bandages, bottles and ointments to scatter across the floor, some breaking open and spilling.

“Eeehm, do you need help!?” Beckman’s raspy, concerned voice came from the other side of the door.

“No!” Hongo bellowed as he charged after you, his eyes fixed on you and ignoring the mess on the floor. “No need for help! We’re behaving like two perfectly normal, civilized people!”

He moved along the right side of the table while you quickly circled to the other side, moving as fast as your body let you. As he reached out to grab you, you twisted to evade him, but a sharp, agonizing pain shot through your back, spreading to your hips and down your thighs. Your legs gave way under the intensity of the pain and just as you began to collapse, Hongo caught you in mid-air.

“I’ve got you…” he soothed, his usual tenderness reappearing as he held you tightly against his chest, unwilling to let you go until the pain was gone. “I’ve got you…”

You buried your head in the crook of his neck, sobbing and swallowing your pride, and you stayed wrapped in his arms for a few minutes, until he felt your body gradually relax as the pain started to ease.

“I’m going to take you to the exam table now, alright?” he said, feeling your head nod against his neck.

“You know…'"he helped you to sit down, "you must be made of steel, because in all the time you’ve been with us, you’ve never come to see me…” his fingers danced lightly along the edge of your shirt. “Can I examine you?”

“NO.” You swatted his hands away immediately.

"Alright, alright..." He smiled, raising his hands in surrender. "Let’s focus on your back, then." He gestured with his finger for you to turn over on the examination table. "Can you lie face down, please?"

You glared at him, tilting your chin defiantly. But as soon as he caught the rebellious glint in your eyes, he raised an eyebrow.

“Face down, Doll. NOW.” He said, his tone commanding and authoritative, making it clear who was in charge.

With a dramatic roll of your eyes you gave in, knowing full well there was no choice but to comply with your doctor’s orders. You turned over on the table, and the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through your back, forcing you to moan and press your face into the sheets. You felt Hongo’s fingers ghost over your back, right at the spot where the pain was the worst.

"It’s right here, isn’t it?"

You nodded, surprised at how efficiently he pinpointed the exact source. With your head buried in the soft, cushioned surface of the table, you heard the sound of a stool being dragged toward you. You turned your head to see him, but found his knees and the tops of his thighs instead, legs set apart.

"Okay…" you heard him muse, his voice soft, calm and steady, “... intramuscular analgesia”.

His left hand rested on your lower back, applying just enough pressure to keep you in place, while his right hand deftly prepared the cotton and antiseptic. As he turned his torso, his defined abs peeked out from above the waistband of his pants right in front of your eyes, and you snorted, turning your head away.

“Don’t worry Doll, I’ll be gentle…” he said, assuming your reaction was due to the fear of needles. “I need you to lift up your skirt and pull down your underwear, please.”

You didn’t respond. You stayed still on the exam table with your heart pounding in your chest. The pain in your lower back was unbearable, but the thought of Hongo right behind you, demanding to see your ass, was much worse.

"Come on, Doll…" he tried to encourage you in an even softer voice, "be a good girl for me."

This time, a surprised chuckle escaped your lips. Never in a million years had you imagine hearing those words from him, and a warm flush crept up from your neck, staining your cheeks. You hesitated, hands trembling as you slowly lifted your skirt over your hips. Your fingers fumbled with the waistband of your panties, and as you exposed the soft, vulnerable skin of your ass, you felt Hongo shift slightly on the stool.

“... Hongo?”

"Yes," he cleared his throat with a hint of self-reproach. "Please, keep your ass up."

The tension was suffocating. The smell of antiseptic saturated the air, his gaze weighed on your exposed skin... and that last command. It was too much. You had to say something that might unsettle him and tip the balance in your favor. Anything.

“Tsk, tsk, doctor, you can’t just pull down a girl’s panties and say 'ass up’ without, you know, a little courting first, can you?”

He let out a snort of laughter, and the sound made you smir proud of yourself. Though not for long.

“Oh, doll…” His fingers brushed over your skin as he tapped it with the alcohol-soaked cotton swab. “You know I’ve wanted to court you for a long time, don’t you? But it’s hard when you’re always running away from me.”

Your heart raced again, faster this time. You wanted to disappear. You wanted to get up and run out of the infirmary. But unable to do any of that, you simply turned your face away, closed your eyes, and tried to focus on anything but what he had just said. He stifled a sigh and readied the syringe.

"Alright, here we go," he said, making you gasp as the sharp, clean prick pierced your skin. "Good girl, you’re doing great…" He noticed how tightly you were gripping the sheet on the exam table, and unable to stand seeing you so uncomfortable, he slipped his free hand beneath yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. "That's it, just hold on a little longer…"

You focused on his words, letting the rhythm of his calm, measured breathing soothe you, and as soon as he finished, he withdrew the needle.

“Try to rest a bit until the medication takes effect,” he said as he rose from the stool and moved away to give you space.

With your face still turned to the wall, you pulled up your underwear. The pain in your back was fading, so you slowly sat on the exam table, surprised to find you could do so without wincing.

From that angle, you had a clear view of the infirmary and saw Hongo kneeling on the floor, cleaning up the mess you’d made in your frantic attempt to escape. You watched him work, his back hunched and his shaved neck bowed, carefully picking up the spilled liquids and shards of glass. A sigh escaped you at the sight, and you felt the stubbornness in your heart start to melt into something warmer. You moved closer and crouched down beside him.

“Is your back feeling better?” he asked as soon as he noticed you presence.

“Yes… ,” you said softly, keeping your gaze fixed on the floor. "Thanks."

“Anytime.” 

You felt his gaze on you as you focused on the task, sorting the broken jars and glass shards into a bag. You worked side by side in a silence that, oddly enough, didn’t feel uncomfortable, and you wished it could stay that way. But when your hands brushed against each other and you pulled yours back, he spoke.

“Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” you replied without looking at him.

“But you avoid me…”

You remained silent, grabbing a rag and scrubbing it vigorously against the floor, feeling a knot in your stomach grow larger and larger.

"Look at me," he said, placing a hand on the crown of your head to make you face him. "Isn’t a ship’s doctor good enough for you?"

You shrugged off his hand and stood up , trying to hide the mixed feelings on your face.

“It’s not that, Hongo, it’s… it’s complicated.”

“It shouldn’t be complicated… " He rose to his feet to match your stance, and his eyes locked with yours with a hint of pleading in his expression. "Actually, it’s very simple. At least for me, loving you is as simple and natural as breathing.”

His words pierced your heart like arrows set aflame. He might have tended to your back, but his gaze and his words were leaving your mind and heart reeling, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

“You love me…” You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt your heart weary from fighting.

“Of course I do… You know I'm crazy about you.”

You opened your eyes again to meet his, his face calm yet sharply attentive to your reaction.

"I just..." your eyes darted between his, "need a little more time to sort out my feelings and make things... right."

He held your gaze for a moment, weighing the situation.

“I’ll be right here," he finally said, raising his hands in a gesture that seemed to take in the entire infirmary.

You returned his smile. It wasn’t going to be very hard to come to terms with your feelings if he kept acting like this. As you discarded the dirty rag you had been holding into a bin, you turned and walked toward the door, feeling as though you were leaving a piece of your heart behind.

"I’d really love to see it again, you know? But maybe under different circumstances...” he said as you reached for the doorknob.

“See what?” you turned to look at him, hoping that whatever he said next wouldn’t be too out of place.

"That beautiful ass."

Bastard. 

Your heart betrayed you, leaving you flattered and forcing you to suppress a smile.

He was a pirate after all.

“Oh, Hongo,” you looked at him with pursed lips, “I can’t believe it. Where’s your professionalism?”

“Believe me, I’ve been quite professional,” he placedhis hand over his chest. “I’ve had to restrain myself from giving you a smack, and believe me, I’ve really wanted to.”

“Ugh!” You huffed, stepping out of the infirmary and bumping into Beckman, who was waiting for you outside.

“How are you feeling, Darlin'? Better?” he asked, looking at you with his grey eyes.

With a smile you couldn't hold back, you stood on your toes and kissed him on the cheek, leaving him startled as you continued down the hall. The door to the infirmary opened and Hongo stepped out, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, watching you walk away.

“Much better!” you replied over your shoulder, smiling to yourself before disappearing from their sight.

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Taglist: @fanaticsnail @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece <3

[ageingfangirl2]

Size Does Matter! Red Hair Pirates (One Piece)

Part 1 (Never Have I Ever) Red Hair Pirates x Reader (female)

After the eventful never have I ever game the crew are nicer to you, less teasing and pranks because Shanks was right about you knowing secrets because you were kind and trusting until you were crossed.

You walk onto the deck after documenting a recent attack that went in the crew's favour, and like de ja vu the crew were gathered around. The only difference was that it was the middle of the day and they didn't seem drunk. Before you can turn around and head back inside you catch your captain's eye and he motions you over smirking.

You sigh loudly, 'What fresh hell do you have for me this time?'

You stop in your tracks and raise both eyebrows in shock and surprise, 'err why aren't you guys wearing shirts?' you question, only now noticing the bare torsos of the crew. There was never a dull day on this ship.

Shanks clears his throat, 'We need you to judge and tell us who has the best chest because you have no bias.'

You bite your lip and feel your cheeks heat up, 'and what triggered this contest?'

Yasopp slings his arm around your shoulder and it's not lost on you when he flexes, 'Honestly couldn't tell you, but now we need your help.'

You casually remove his arm and shake your head, 'I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.'

Shanks chuckles, 'We won't judge your opinion. How about a top three instead of one?'

'Make it a top five,' Hongo interjects.

You nod, 'okay I think I can do a top five. I'll start with five and work my way up to one.'

Benn snorts, 'That didn't take much convincing doll. You have been looking?'

You shove Benn and pout, 'You guys use any excuse to strip, so yes I've looked. Do you want to be taken out of my top five?'

Benn's grin reaches his eyes, 'So I'm top five, I'm flattered doll.'

Shanks frowns and sticks out his lower lip, 'This is about physique, not friendship, so no favouring smoking buddies.'

You salute your captain, 'Fine no bias, but there's no denying Benn turns heads.'

'Let's get this show on the road,' Lime Juice calls out.

You take a deep breath and try not to laugh when they line up, 'Okay starting with number five...' you pause for dramatic effect, '...Building Snake because whenever he lifts me up I'm impressed.'

Building Snake winks at you, 'I'll take five.'

The rest of the crew stares at you eagerly.

'Number four would have to be Lime Juice because he works really hard,' you say nonchalantly.

Lime Juice and Building Snake fist bump.

You smile, getting into the groove, 'taking my third spot is Hongo because he's more subtle but catches your eye.'

Hongo beams with pride, 'Only two spots left captain, do you think you've made it?'

Shanks glares at Hongo who immediately shuts up.

'My number two chest goes to my smoking buddy, I mean look at him,' you laugh.

Benn salutes you, 'I'll take second.'

You eye up the remaining crew before pointing at Yasopp, 'Yasopp has the best chest, especially when he gives me gun lessons and holds me close.'

Yasopp rushes towards you picks you up around the waist and starts to spin you around, 'for once I beat the mighty Shanks, he didn't even make the list.'

Benn pats Shanks's shoulder, 'Better luck next time captain.'

Yasopp puts you down and you stumble a little, 'do you want to know why I didn't pick you, captain?'

Shanks nods, 'tell me.'

'Because your chest is on show like twenty-four seven and you have a little too much pride that comes across as boastful,' you answer honestly.

Shanks runs at you and you yelp before running away, 'Leave me alone.'

Mischief flashes behind his eyes and you take a step back out of fear, 'I'm going to make you change your mind love. Come here and touch your captain's chest.'

Shanks chases you around the ship while the others leave you two alone knowing how the chase will end, and it ends as everyone expects with the captain catching his prey.

You giggle loudly as Shanks wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you against his chest, 'touch my chest and tell me I'm not top five,' Shanks taunts playfully.

You place your hands on his chest admitting to yourself that his chest is equally impressive as the others, 'Top six at best captain, can't show bias towards my captain.'

Shanks growls, 'I'm going to climb your ranks mark my words.'

You pat his chest and smirk, 'Game on captain.'

You knew this wasn't going to be the end of this little competition. Maybe to avoid these situations in the future you should lock yourself in your room more.

[alexa-fika]

Burning Protection ( Red haired pirates x Reader)

A/N YOOO ITS BEEN A LONG TIME, IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYY, I came back but I dont think I came back cooking y’all, I swear im going to try to make a dent in the requests soon, I really miss writing but I just got the biggest block, but damn do I miss it.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

Dokucha Stills at the powerful presence, turning around to spot a red-haired man with a serious expression on his scarred face, similar expressions mirrored on the men behind him.

"Rays of sunshine, the lot of you, aren't you?" They questioned nervously

"Did you burn the Flag?" The man questioned, ignoring their joking statement

"Flag? Buddy, I'm not sure what you're on about."

"That's not what the villagers seemed to say when asked. Everyone said the same thing 'It was the carrying a staff, one that fits the description of the one you are carrying," Hongo piped in, glancing at them and said items

"It could have been someone else carrying a staff. Did you think of that?" They frowned when their jest was received by the first mate pointing his riffle their way

"Stop messing around."

"Alright, Alright, gee, all this over a flag, was it?"

"It might seem like just a flag to you, but that flag provides safety to not only this village but others as well. If I let them get desecrated like this, allies and friends would become targets."

Their eyes harden at his words as they begin to understand the severity of the situation

"I apologize; I was not aware how important this flag was; regardless, I was not lying; I have not burned any flags."

"Are you saying that the dozens of people that pointed us your way are lying?"

"I'm saying that they were wrong, and you are fools to assume the first person to closely meet that description is the person you're looking for; I mean, all you got is the description of a staff, for all you know, someone could have borrowed-" they stopped their rambling as they purse their lips a realization hitting them ,something that was not lost to Shanks

"I didn't burn your flag," they repeated

"But you know who did."

"..."

"You can either tell us now, or we can drag you with us as we find out who It was; we will find eventually," Benn spoke as he lowered his rifle

Dokucha sent a scowl their way, muttering curses under their breath, relaxing after a second and glancing at the men standing in front of them

"Just... a promise must be made that you will not harm them."

"I apologize, but given the circumstances, I cannot promise that; as I said, many people depend on that flag, and the act of burning it down is not only an act against me but of my allies."

"You will understand when you see them; you will also want to avoid violence."

"As I said, I cannot promise anything."

"Just follow me," they sighed, only to be stopped by the sniper as he extended his hands toward them

"We will hold onto that," he said, gesturing to their staff

"Absolutely not!" they growled, holding the staff away from him

"It wasn't a request," Shanks spoke as he approached the two

"We are giving you the benefit of the doubt and not treating you as the culprit of this, but we cannot leave you armed."

"There better not be a single splinter out of place when I get it back," they growl, shoving the staff on Yassop's awaiting hands, who just throws her a grin

"If you do get it back."

"Yo-

"Let's go." Shanks orders, grabbing them by the forearm and pulling them forward as they made their way farther from the village

"Why do you live so far from the village?" Hongo questioned after they had made their way closer to a cottage set apart from the rest of the village

"That's hardly any of your business," they mutter as they unlock the front door once Shanks released his grip on them

"Normally, I would say get comfortable, but I really don't ca-

Their words are promptly interrupted as crashing sounds echoe above them, a scowl growing on their face as the sounds continued

“What is that?” Questioned Limejuice

“That,” they began kicking a nearby bean chair forward

“Is the sound of me being wrong” they finished watching as a child fell seemingly out of nowhere and into the Bean chair

“Han,” they called with a frown on their face

“Hi…” she greeted, a nervous smile on her face

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything…”

“Don’t give me that,” they growled, pinching the child’s cheek

“Here I thought Holl was behind this, but it was you, wasn’t it?

“Ow! That hurts! Listen, I just wanted to practice. How was I supposed to know that it would fire like that?! Everyone started freaking out, so I started freaking out, and I ran!” She cried

They glare at her for a moment longer before they let out a sigh and ruffled her head

“Just tell me next time, yeah? I don’t mind teaching you a few spells; no need to steal my things and sneak out.”

She gives them a nod as she nervously glance at the pirates, who by now had stood and watched the exchange in silence

“Are they going to hurt me?” She whispers

“No, don’t worry about a thing. Your big sibling has this, okay? Can you go prepare Holl something to eat? I'm sure they are hungry.”

They watch the girl nod and scamper

“Well, looks like I am guilty after all,” they sigh

“Our problem is with the kid; she burned the flag; she is the one we have business with.”

“No, your business is with me. That child is under my care, so any kind of retaliation you have to make against the burning of a piece of cloth is done against me, not him.”

Shanks's eyes narrow at their words, the frown on his face growing deeper

“Oi, oi, piece of cloth?!” One of the officers growled

“Is that not what it is? Despite what it stands for, at the end of the day, it is a piece of cloth that just happened to be destroyed under the hands of a child.”

“Yo-

“Dokucha!!” The pirate’s response is quickly cut off as a new voice cuts in as they barge the way into the small cottage

“Dokucha! It’s Holl!”

“What happened?”

“They had another accident; we need your help; they are in a really bad state,” the young man pants out his breaths ragged due to what they could assume was a run all the way to the cottage

Dokucha’s eyes widen at the news

“Han! Come here! We need to go now!” They called As they make a move to follow the man out, only to be stopped by a scabbard; following it Dokucha finds the sheath to be from the Captain

“What the hell are you doing?! Move!” they cried, pushing against the weapon, surprised to find that they could not move it despite it being held by a single hand.

“This matter has not been resolved; the burning of the flag is not something I will take lightly.”

“We can resolve this once I ensure my siblings are alive and well!”

“Then we will go as well; I will not take the chance of you leaving without your comeuppance for what has happened here.”

“I can only transport myself and another person,” they said, gesturing to Little Han at their side

“Walking will take far too long. I‘m telling you, I just want to help my sibling. Once their safety is assured, then I will return. You have my word.”

“Your word hardly means anything to me.”

“Please,” they begged

Shanks watched as they lowered themselves to the ground in a kneel as they begged; the person who was making but a mockery of the flag and the meaning behind it mere seconds ago was now at his feet

“I am begging you, Red hair. My word might not mean anything, but it is all I have; allow me to save my sibling, and then I will return and receive any punishment you deem equal to the destruction of the flag. Just please let me go save them.”

Shanks remains quiet until he extends the staff to them

“She stays; one of my men will go with you instead,” he finally decides

“Tha-

“That is as far as I will go,” he said, interrupting what surely was an attempt to refuse

“Dokucha, it’s okay, I ‘ll stay,” Han speaks as she broke apart from them, taking a step back and closer to the Captain

“It’s my fault this is happening, so please let me do this.”

Dokucha stares at the girl with a frown on their face as they finally make a decision, turning toward her

“I‘ll be back okay? Everything will be okay,” they promise

“I know everything will be okay, because you are here.”

“Hongo, go with them,” Shanks calls

“Aye, Boss”

Shanks holds onto the staff tighter as they make a move to grab it

“Don’t do anything both of us will regret,” he warned as he released his grip, watching as they bowed their head and made their way out, watching as both them and his doctor disappeared before them

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Imagine the red hair pirates helping you with your depression

Unfortunately, it's that time of year when seasonal depression, and regular depression team up and beat my ass. So new content will come slower than usual, and I'm sorry about that, but appreciate your patience and understanding.

Shanks: *enters your room* are you gonna get up anytime soon.

You: *in a cocoon of blankets* I don't want to.

Shanks: *stares at you for a minute* are you okay?

You: no

Shanks: should I get Hongo?

You: there's nothing he can do for me.

Shanks: *thinks back to Roger's illness* ... What sort of illness do you have exactly?

You: depression,

Shanks: oh... Well staying in bed isn't going to help

You: I don't have the energy to get out of bed

Shanks: then let me do it for you, *scoops up your cocoon and carries you outside* sun light ought to do you a lotta good.

Hongo: what's going on?

Shank: they're depressed.

Hongo: oh, I have just the thing for that *goes into his office*

Benn: hmm, I suffered from depression as a young man.

You: back in the Stone Age?

Benn: *playfully rolls his eyes* yes, back in the Stone Age. My life kind of fell apart because I couldn't care for myself. I could not wash my clothes, or bath, or brush my teeth.

Shanks: that explains the state of their room then.

Benn: elaborate

Shanks: their laundry bin was overflowing, trash on the floor, and the whole room was dark and smelt bad.

Benn: ... Cleaning it would probably help them recover.

Shanks: would you go evaluate the room and see what needs to be done.

Benn: we're probably gonna have to clean it top to bottom, I will go get some volunteers.

Hongo: *comes back* no I need you to eat these supplements, and this mushroom.

Benn: how come they get to have some of your hallucinogens.

Hongo: multiple studies have shown they're very effective at treating depression long term and because they're mine, and I get to decide who to give them to.

Shanks: *pulls open your cocoon, and hands you a cup of water.*

While you are tripping

The crew: * cleans your room, does your laundry, and puts said laundry away*

Hongo: I think the main cause is seasonal depression, they were fine a month ago when the light was at its fullest.

Shanks: hmm, would installing another window in their room help?

Hongo: probably.

Shanks: okay, while the shipwright does that, (y/n) can stay in my room.

Benn: you just wanna fuck them.

Shanks: A few orgasms would probably do them some good. Plus I can help them better if they're close to me.

Hongo: he's right, but you need to make sure you're not taking advantage of them.

Lucky Roux: we also need to make sure they're eating, I noticed a while ago that they're only having one meal a day.

You: eating is inconvenient, and having a corporeal body is like being stuck with a pet you don't want.

Shanks: *pulls your head into his lap and strokes your hair and shushes you* sh sh sh, I know darling, I know.

Hongo: we should also make sure they exercise more, in fact we all should.

Benn: we can take up daily training practice.

Shanks: totally

You: I dun wanna

Benn: well I expect you to at least try it out for a week, if it doesn't help then you can quit.

You: really?

Benn: no

You: aww

Benn: we'll find a nice activity you like, or don't mind.

You: ugh fine

Shanks: thank you

You: ... You have pretty eyes, kinda like storm clouds

Shanks: we should get you high more often.

You: do we have any music snails?

Shanks: *pulls out his collection of Uta's music* Yes we do.

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Deal with the devil - Shanks

You've been sailing with Shanks and his crew for quite some time now. You followed him from East Blue to the Grand Line. However, you had no idea what was waiting for you.

A few days after you got to the 3rd island, you got sick. No one knew what was wrong with you. You had fevers and chills for the first few days, but then that went away and all that was left was fatigue.

You originally thought you were cured, but when you passed out out of the blue, it was clear you weren't quite fit. Every day you got more tired and ended up lying in bed or outside in the hammock.

You spent most of the day alone in a hammock on the beach. Someone always came to see you and you also slept a lot.

Shanks was already slightly tipsy from the bar, but he still took the bottle and went over to you to keep you company.

"How do you feel?" he asked you and kissed your cheek.

“Tired,” you replied and gave a weak smile. You had no idea why, but his presence always cheered you up.

“Hongo is working on a cure and so are we,” he said taking your hand.

“I know,” you smiled weakly. You knew they had been working hard on it and that they too needed a little rest.

“You'll get over it for sure,” he said and in that moment you truly believed his words.

"You'll get better and then we'll have a proper celebration, as it should be." 

Shanks sat down next to the hammock and told you everything that had happened during the day. What happened that was interesting or what brought a smile to your face.

It was slowly getting dark and you still enjoyed the sunset next to the man you loved before falling asleep.

You still faintly felt him cover you with his coat and kiss your forehead good night before you fell completely asleep.

Once you fell asleep, Shanks went to get another bottle. He was worried about your health, but he knew that he wouldn't help you with worries.

With his new bottle, he sat down next to you again and drank. He wanted to help you get better, but he had no idea what could save your life.

He even thought about getting a devil fruit for you, but he didn't know of any free ones that could save your life.

Shanks was almost halfway through the bottle when he noticed a strange figure looking at you.

“A very nice flower. Although she looks like she's slowly withering away,” the stranger spoke before Shanks could say anything.

"I'm sure she'll get over it," Shanks replied, setting the bottle down and focusing on the stranger he didn't like at all.

"What if I told you I could heal her?" said the devil looking at the redheaded captain. At the same time, his eyes shone like two flames at night.

“Y/N doesn't need help from someone like you,” he replied sternly, resting his hand on the Gryphon's hilt.

"How about I offer you a new hand on top of that, hmm?" he didn't give up.

"Try making your offers somewhere other than my crew," Shanks said sternly. The devil tried to give him a few more tempting offers, one better than the other, but it didn't work with Shanks.

Demon tried another offer, but the captain ran out of patience and used Conqueror Haki on him. The devil crouches to the ground under his gaze before disappearing completely.

Shanks didn't see the demon anywhere for the next day and figured he had given up. He was glad for that and stood up for you that you were strong enough to overcome your illness. You didn't need any shady deals to get out of this.

On this day, the crew decided to take a day off. Although they drank yesterday, they also had enough from the hunt for the cure and deserved at least a day off. Despite all that, Hongo was working on your cure.

The rest of the crew had been drinking since morning itself, and of course, Shanks joined them. He went to get a bottle of rum when he noticed the box with the last bottle.

He had the impression that he had never seen such a bottle before, uncorked it and smelled it. He didn't have to think twice and drank straight away. He had no idea that he had such good rum on board. He guessed that you could have bought it while you were still well.

He followed the others with the bottle. He was having a good time and almost forgot about the devil. He was having such a good time that he didn't even notice when he put the bottle aside for a moment that it had disappeared. No one noticed this little detail at all.

Shanks managed to get so drunk that he barely staggered over to you. Before you could ask him anything, he collapsed next to the palm tree and fell asleep.

It was surprisingly strange to see Shanke so drunk. Most of the time, no one was enough for him to drink. You also fell asleep after a while.

After a few hours, you woke up full of energy like never before. You had the impression that your body was full of power.

You were even able to climb out of the hammock by yourself. You couldn't even describe how amazing it felt to stand on your feet again without someone supporting you, threatening to collapse to the ground.

As you climbed out of the hammock, Shanks, who had been snoring lightly until now, woke up. He stretched and squinted around before finally coming to his senses. His eyes then fell on you as you stood outside the net and a wide smile spread across his face. At that moment the hangover was gone.

"You stand! How do you feel?" he scrambled to his feet and took your hand. 

“Much better and full of energy,” you smiled. Shanks nodded his head in satisfaction before hugging you. It was as if a giant weight had been lifted from his heart. This is a celebration!

And with this plan, everyone drank properly that you were recovering. The rum was flowing and everyone was celebrating.

Originally, it was supposed to be celebrated until the very morning and later. However, no one expected that the captain would be affected by alcohol.

Sometime in the middle of the evening, he began to feel dizzy, and his head ached excruciatingly as if it was going to burst. It was the first time you had seen him in such a state.

This time you were the one who had to support Shanks. You were worried if he was overdoing it, but you knew he would be better in the morning.

You led him to the boat and helped him to bed. There he collapsed himself and dragged you down with him. You bumped into him and noticed how his pupils were unnaturally narrowed.

“Get some rest,” You told him, running your fingers through your hair. Shanks groaned in pain and you felt like you felt his bump on his skull. You wondered if he hit his head.

“Sorry,” you apologized and kissed his forehead. Despite all of that, he gave you a weak smile before pulling you into a hug and very soon fell asleep.

A little after midnight, Shanks woke up. He felt like he was on fire, his body was writhing in convulsions and he felt like his head was going to explode.

“I'll go get you something for the pain,” you said and went to Hongo to get some medicine.

In no time you were back with the medicine. You gave a drink to Shanks and it seemed to work as he fell asleep within minutes.

You stayed with him all night and kept watch over him. However, after a while, you also fell asleep.

In the morning, you were only woken up by the light that filtered into the cabin. Despite all that, you didn't want to leave the bed. Maybe also because Shanks was holding you around the waist.

You still closed your eyes and wanted to wait until the captain woke up too, when you felt something wrap around your leg.

You immediately thought it was a snake. In no time you were wide awake and fell out of bed in shock.

From the ground, you still had your foot on the bed, around which you had something wrapped. It seriously reminded you of a black snake, but it didn't have scales and was relatively soft. Besides, you couldn't see the head anywhere.

You carefully unwrapped it at the seams of your leg when you noticed that it led from the captain. Only then did you experience the shock. Shanks was still asleep, but dark, twisted horns were sticking out of his head.

“Shanks,” you said shaking him. "Get up." The captain slowly woke up and looked sleepily at you with red almost glowing eyes.

"Is it morning yet?" he asked still sleepy trying to pull you close.

"Did you eat the devil's fruit?" you asked as it seemed like the only possible explanation.

"No, why?" and he ran a hand through his hair. When he did, he was immediately startled, as he felt horns that he certainly hadn't had there before. Shock immediately replaced his carefree expression.

“Shall I come for Hongo?” you asked. But Shanks just shook his head, as he had the impression that it had nothing to do with the doctor.

He rubbed his chin and thought. He immediately thought of the strange man who had been circling you a day ago. He offered him healing in exchange for something. But he never told him what the price was.

It was too many coincidences at once. Demon, good booze, your healing and his change. However, he was sure that he had rejected him.

On the one hand, he was glad that you had recovered, but this was bothering him. Besides, he wasn't sure what he had traded for your health. Sure, he looked more like a demon now, but he hoped that was the end of it.

"Do you know what it is?" you asked him sitting down next to him. You took his hand and noticed he had long claws instead of fingernails.

"I have a hunch," he replied and told them what had happened and what he thought it was.

“I didn't want to accept it because I know how strong you are,” he said looking into your eyes. His were a little different now, but his warmth hadn't disappeared from them. His new tail wrapped itself around your leg like a snake, as if he was looking for comfort near you.

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Feverish

TW : nudity, sadness, fever, flirt, Shanks just taking care of you, fluffy end <3333

You are not with Shanks in this story and he is just your Captain. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

You're rotting in your bed. Your body is getting weaker and weaker. You can't even sit down anymore. Or even warn your crew. Six days of ordeal, your body reaching unimaginable temperatures. You feel beads of cold sweat on your back, your body trembles. Despite everything, you absolutely try to cover yourself because of your shivers. You sometimes hear the crew laughing and talking and then going out. No one came to see you because they thought it was your period for the month. Where usually, you wanted to stay alone, without seeing anyone. Benn tried to bring you food but you didn't want him to come in. So he left you alone. Above all, Shanks was never informed, even if he noticed your absence.

On the 7th day, the whole crew went out drinking and socializing with islanders. Shanks went with them but he found all these fans boring as hell. He ended up returning to the ship much earlier than the rest. He frowns, becoming more and more worried about your absence. A knock on your door pulls you out of your semi-comatose state. “Treasure, it’s Shanks. Everything is fine ?" You can't even answer him. You take several minutes while he waits behind the door, a sign of life. That's when he hears a faint "N-No.." through the door. He wastes no time and enters your room. He would never forgive himself if he let you die without doing anything, under the pretext that he must respect your privacy. He walks towards you, his heart beating strongly in his chest. “Baby, why are you so covered up ? Are you cold ?” You nod, he examines you a little more in depth. He looks at your face “Y/N, you look very pale, what’s going on ?” You remain motionless, like a lifeless doll. He pulls the blanket back gently and feels the warmth radiating from your body. He inhales and touches your arm and immediately withdraws his hand, reflexively, you're so hot. His eyes widen in shock. “How long have you been sick ? Oh my god, it's not good at all. You’re burning up, I need to bring your fever down.” You listen to what he tells you but your body refuses to react.

He pulls off all your covers and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Quick, quick, think about it Shanks, I have to find a solution.” He opens the door to your bathroom, runs a bath of ice water. He keeps the light on and comes back to you. He leans over and places his hands on your arms, always the same reaction. The contact of your skin with his is unbearable. Even for him and even with all the effort he puts into it. Which terrifies him. No one is on the ship, not even Hongo and in your condition, even if he transported you to the hospital, he feels like you would die in his arms, before he reached his destination . He looks at you, terrified, you tremble all over and shiver.

“Okay sweetheart, I’m going to have to undress you and immerse you in cold water. I have no other solution.” You stay still, he takes off your clothes in which you have sweated a lot. Little by little, taking care not to move too much, without burning himself at the same time. “Don’t be ashamed princess, I am your Captain, it’s my role.” You stare at the ceiling, dizzy and nauseous. He places his arms under your thighs and your back to carry you to the bathtub. “Take a deep breath darling, it’s going to be cold but it’s for your own good.” You try, he gently plunges you into it. He rolls up his sleeves and wets your face with his hands. You tremble a lot in the water, it becomes unbearable. Even with all the will in the world, you start to cry. “Shh, please don’t cry, doll. It's for your own good, just a little effort and I'll warm you up. Do this for me.” You obey, you don't really have a choice. He says to you “Okay, now you listen to me carefully.” You look at him, a sign that you are listening to him. “I’m going to immerse your head in cold water too. I know I know. It’s hard, honey. It's just a few seconds later that I'll bring you back up. I’m going to do it several times.” You nod, he crouches down and takes your face in his hands. “Here, love, take a deep breath and then I’ll lift you up, trust me.” You nod and let it happen, several times. Your body tenses but he continues, even though he knows it must be unpleasant for you.

He does this several times and then measures your temperature. “Good, it went down. A few more degrees and your fever will be gone. Just a little more effort, darling.” He frowns, very worried about you. He hopes to do things well. “Would you like to have a cold drink to reduce the fever from the inside too ?” You nod, he sits you in the bathtub then gets up. He winces, your skin is still so hot. He goes out and comes back as quickly as he can with a sweet drink, topped with ice cubes. He places his hand behind your neck to hold you and help you drink as he tilts the glass to your lips. “Small sips, angel. Take it easy, we’re in no hurry.” You obeyed, drinking the whole thing. He rests your head on the edge of the bathtub. He gets up and goes to get a pillow to come back and place it under your neck and give you as much comfort as possible. You can't even thank him even though he can see that you're trying to articulate. “Don’t try to talk, beauty. Unless you hurt somewhere. No thanks, I love you, I do this because I care about you.” You nod and rest your neck against the pillow. “Relax Y/N, it will pass. You know how fever works, you must probably have a virus or something your body is trying to get rid of. Don’t worry, I’m here, I’ll never leave you alone.” You smile weakly, he keeps his hand on your forehead to check your fever.

He caresses your cheek with his other hand, examining your dark circles and hollow face. “We’ll go eat afterwards, eh ? I found some awesome restaurants on the coast. And the island is pretty.” You listen in silence, the fever increases again, you start to cry. He sighs, feeling completely useless. He kneels near the edge. “It’s nothing princess, it will pass. I am here. I’ll never go away.” You pull your arms out of the water with difficulty and turn slightly towards him to hold him against you. You're naked, wet and hot but all you want is comfort and support. He hugs you too. You wet him, water seeping through and inside his shirt, even down to his shorts. Water also drips onto the floor and down his back. “It’s nothing, I’m here my heart, you see. I'm here, breathe for me. You can do it ?" You nod, holding him tighter against you. Your breasts flatten against his shirt and therefore his chiseled chest. You start to cry “I’m.. I’m.. c-cold..” His features sadden, he kisses your neck. “It’s a side effect of the fever. You’re actually hot.” You cling to his shoulders, crossing your arms behind his shoulders. Letting your chin rest on his shoulder. You are naked in front of your Captain and you don't give a damn. The water has already become lukewarm so he empties the tub, holding your body against him, to fill it again. You tremble in his arms “I know it’s cold, darling but it will pass, just a little effort. I'm here, I'll hold you against me okay. Keep holding me, my love.”

You manage to articulate, tears in your eyes, looking up at him. “G-Go.. in the water… with me.. please.. I can’t do it alone..” He is extremely surprised and hesitant “Well, I don’t know darling.. my clothes-” You shrug, still holding his shoulders “Take them off..” He looks at you, continuing to think, then finally accepts “Okay beauty, I’m going to get in the water with you.” His fingers begin to unbutton his already wet shirt and then his shorts. He lets the clothes fall to the floor to reveal his skin and muscles to you. He feels very vulnerable as he stands in front of your admiring eyes. The cold air makes him shiver slightly. “Are you sure about that, my moon ?” You nod and give him room to go underwater. He only keeps his boxers on so as not to make the situation too awkward or the proximity too uncomfortable.

He hesitantly enters the water and sits behind you. “There you go my love, I’m in now.” He lifts your weak body with disconcerting ease before making you sit on his lap, in the water. His arms surround you to bring you as close as possible to his chest. He feels your body shiver and shake against him. “It’s okay princess, just rest on me..” You nod your head and end up dozing in the water, thanks to his body heat. He patiently stays focused on you, filling and emptying the tub until you're almost no longer feverish. He empties the water, steps out, moving you gently. He dries off then goes to change in his room. He comes back and takes you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around you. He carries you in his arms to his room to lay you down in his bed. He dries you and covers you with a very thin sheet, without dressing you to prevent your fever from returning.

You beg him to sleep with you, he hesitates “Honey, I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of the situation.. I don't know if it's a good idea..” You beg him again, he scratches his head “B-But.. you're completely naked.. and that's not right..” You start to cry, he almost runs towards you “Shhhh don't cry.. it's not that I don't want to, it’s just that- nghh okay.” He wipes your tears and lies down next to you, shirtless and wearing shorts. He hesitates a lot when touching you, asking for permission. You snuggled up against him, absolutely wanting to feel yourself against his skin. He wraps his arms around you, cradled by the softness of your skin. He covers you and he stays watching you all night, to make sure your fever doesn't start again.

In the early morning, he finally fell asleep and his hands slid and shifted very dangerously, to much more intimate places on your body. You realize it when you open your eyes but it doesn't bother you. You enjoy his touch because you trust him and because you have always appreciated him. You stay snuggled in his arms until he wakes up himself. He realizes the placement of his hands on your body and immediately removes them. He feels his cheeks redden and stammers an apology. You shake your head “It’s nothing, you were sleeping.. And it was me who insisted..” He laughs “Are you better today ? Let me take your temperature. Mhh perfect.” You thank him for yesterday, he smiles, tightening his grip on your body. “If I had known that I was going to take an ice bath with my teammate, completely naked and then sleep with her, in the same day, I would never have believed.. Haha..” You pretend to sulk, he pinches your cheek “Ohhh, you’re adorable when you sulk, you know I can’t refuse you anything, when you look at me like that.” He tickles you, you end up squirming, laughing and begging for him to release you. He kisses your forehead and gets out of bed, covering you to bring you some clothes and letting you get dressed in private.

He will get you breakfast and watch over you for a few more days. You never had this kind of closeness again and no awkwardness arose between you and your Captain.

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[redpool]

So I have been rewatching the live action One Piece for the hundredth time, and I've come to realize that there are minor details that have been changed and I wanted to list the ones that I noticed;

(also just to clarify, I know that there are big differences between the live action and the anime so none of that matters, I just mean like little details that actually mean something)

(so originally this post was going to be little details that I noticed but I think it might also be commentary so I apologize.)

(To make it less confusing, I'm going to do something to set the minor details out for those who read this post for that and not for my commentary)

I could have sworn that I already made one of these posts but I can't find it so.

I really hope that, that unknown woman is Crocodile it would be really cool if Crocodile was trans, but imagine a female Crocodile. I reckon she would be so much hotter.

Shanks looks so out of place.

No hate to the costume designers but some of these costumes look authentic and fucking awesome and some just look like really bad cosplays.

Why are you gasping, it's an execution you knew what was going to happen?

That also doesn't make sense because there's a wide shot where you can see him die and then there's a close-up where he dies again.

I know he's a hungry, growing boy but that's a lot of food for one person, several crates of fruit and one giant barrel of fish. Which I assume he had plans on eating raw. And which I also assume sat in the sun for however long he was out there.

Wait does this mean that Koby is canonically trans because Morgan is trans?

I know it's for information gathering for the viewers watching at home but wouldn't Shanks already know everything that Benn just told him about Luffy?

I just noticed that he scratched the knife under his eye, that makes more sense because I thought he genuinely stabbed himself in the eye socket.

The ego on this one.

Side note, MacKenyu's hand is genuinely so f****** pretty.

I heard that the whole point of the live action One Piece was for Oda to answer unanswered questions so I tend to keep that in mind.

Really the only critique I have about this show is that there's not enough blood and I know that it's because it's a Netflix show but my bloodlust is quite strong.

The only question that I genuinely have is if you were to see something as ugly as a devil fruit why would you willingly choose to eat it? Like I get it if the situation is you're being forced to or you're starving and don't have any other options but pushing that aside why would you willingly eat something that ugly? Or that weird looking?

Where is Hongo, I want to see the live action Hongo.

The vibe that Shanks & Luffy have in the anime versus the live action is very different.

Hopefully that is not what the live action Bellamy actually looks like because I'd be very upset.

I haven't reached Foxy in the anime yet so..

I do really hope we get to see Jango though and hopefully he looks like what he looks like in the poster.

I JUST NOTICED THE CAVENDISH POSTER

I think I may have known about that one but my brain is not remembering.

CABAJI!!!

I know Zoro is supposed to sound like emotionless or just very monotone but it kind of sounds like he's forcing it...

Yeah I really do not like these camera angles.

Why is he naked?

Having this show playing for background noise while I do a word search is so funny when you're not looking at the screen and there's a fight scene.

Shanks's stitching must be really f****** bad for Luffy scar to turn out like that.

Crazy eyes

That was pretty funny, I would have laughed.

If all of these pirates are just stationed on these different islands why don't the marines just come and get them? Yeah Buggy is surrounded by his pirates but like it's shouldn't be that hard to take them out.

Ok for my first question, is that a new boat? Second question, if that is not a new boat where the f*** did Shanks come from because he's not wet.

I have also come to realise that, that bit of debris that you see fall into the water after the Sea King lunges at Shanks is indeed not Shanks his arm, it's a piece of the boat.

Ok so now that I've watched a fair amount of the anime I know that, that was Haki.

So Shanks decided that to teach Luffy a lesson he let the Sea King bite his arm off.

And here again, it's not just my bloodlust this time Shanks just got his arm bitten off there should be a s*** ton more blood than that.

I fucking love Peter so much.

Can't argue with a man with his tits out. Whatever you say tit- man.

Not going to apologize for loving Cabaji.

What are the chances that we get a live-action Uta?

I'm sorry but why would you want to put a snail in your ear.

Just think about it, anytime we have to listen to Usopp sing in the future he'll actually be able to do it.

You want to elaborate that on that Zoro?

The f*** is that supposed to mean?

Oooop full body goosebumps

I don't know what it is about these two episodes that I don't like but.

Yeah I prefer the animated Kuro.

Strong self-harm? Against who?

Catboy confirmed

Well that's lovely, leave Kaya all by herself.

Tag yourself I'm Zoro

Get all awkward and avoid looking while also squirming when the PDA happening.

Yeah those hammocks are real s***.

Wait, where does Kuro end up after he gets defeated by Luffy? Do we know?

Is that supposed to be a duck?

SANJI BABY

SANJI MY LOVE

SANJI MY HEART

SANJI MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY

I'm sorry but Luffy looks like a Bunnings Warehouse worker and it is so distracting.

I don't think you know how many times I have watched any episodes after five.

Like it's to the point where I will just watch them over and over and over and over and over.

Like put episode 5 on and then re-watch it three times consecutively.

YOU OLD SHITBAG!

Did that guys mustache just fall off???

That last kick wasn't necessary babes

The switch is so f****** quick

His voice dropped like three octaves

It gets me every time

HAWKIE BABE!!!

It took me so long to get used to Mihawk's facial hair.

Actually it took me a very long time to get used to calling him Mihawk because I used to just call him Dracule because that's a cooler name than Mihawk.

I knew about the last name being first thing that Japan does but I know that doesn't apply to some characters. And I thought that it was like that for him.

Until someone shattered that dream.

You remember that tiktok filter where if you stood at a distance the camera was zoom in on your face and then it would move along to whatever the face was doing, that's what the zoom in camera angles in this show remind me of and I think that's why I don't like it.

That was a good callback.

HES SO PRETTY

I think it's safe to say that we can blame Taz for reigniting my love for Sanji.

While working my way through the anime anytime I start being annoyed by Sanji and his perverted ways, I go and watch the live action and then it's wiped clean. It's just like my brain reset my feelings about Sanji.

Zoro is also beautiful.

Yeah I've noticed I don't really have any notes for any of this because a lot of it is new.

And it's also been like half a year since I started watching the anime because I had to take a break after the Alabasta arc and I've only just started again.

His side profile is so AHSGDGDGSHS

You know for a cigarette smoker he doesn't smoke a lot of cigarettes or finish them.

You think as a picky eater Sanji would hate me for my eating habits?

Maybe me being a woman might cancel out his disliking for picky eaters.

Assuming that he would even like me. I know he'd be respectful because I am a woman and he treats all women with respect but.

That 5 second shot right there, the close up of Sanji's face while he smiling, literally tattoo that on my f****** eyelids.

How long do you think Mihawk was sitting there?

Yeah sorry I was only looking at your titties

You would probably be more intimidating if you were taller...

You know it's bad when you can quote the entire scene

Is he wearing eyeliner?

HANDS

Yeah there is not enough blood, you just got slashed in the chest I'm expecting there to be a f****** puddle or something at least.

What would you say Mihawks accent is?

That's barely any blood, I bleed more than that every month.

What the f*** was that, when Zeff asked Sanji what he's doing, it's like it's a completely different person answering, that was not Sanji answering.

He really is like a rabid dog.

Like the noise that he makes just before he starts cackling, it's literally the sound of a dog with something in its mouth shaking his head back and forth and growling.

Where is this kid from, because his accent is vaguely British and then sometimes it sounds like Taz's accent and then it also sounds Australian??

See here's what doesn't make sense to me, Buggy is a devil fruit user which means he has a weakness towards water and because he's just a head he should be dead. Because I'm assuming those fishmen didn't stop for air breaks every couple of minutes. So the question is why is he alive.

Other question is why are the fishmen not wet when they get out of the water?

They are a bit wet but they're not soaking wet like they just got out of the water.

ZEEEEEFFFFF!!!!

TITTIES

NAKED

SHIRTLESS

SOAKING WET

HEAVING FOR BREATH

ON HIS KNEES

Sorry but my automatic response to hearing someone say "land ho" is "what did you call me?!"

Look at these old homosexuals

SEE

"More rare than medium" that man is part dog.

I saw that Sanji

Ew

There is literally no hetero explanation for this scene.

Just kiss already, God.

Why does Sanji keep looking at Zoro?

You have a noticed how Sanji just glances are nine times out of ten?

Where would it even go?

Love how Usopp is literally the only one helping.

Real question is how did Nami turn that Arlong symbol into the berries/belli symbol

Just kiss already part 2

Love that the only time that Zoro is misogynistic is when it's aimed towards Sanji.

See that's the amount of blood I want to see.

Flashback to that time that I was watching this with my sister, she was so f****** excited to see Arlong's teeth do the thing that they did.

I'm pretty sure she keeps coming back to you because she doesn't have a f****** choice.

DOUBLE CHEEKED UP ON A MONDAY MORNING

I'll hug you Sanji

The most unbelievable thing about that scene is that no one covered their eyes when that dust washed over them.

Sanji literally looks like he's about to start crying.

Oh Sanji is the one that's holding her.

Seriously. Just kiss already.

SMOOCHIES

Sorry, idk what that ^ was

How's that for a bloodline: You are a vice admiral for the marines, your son is the leader of the Revolutionaries and your son's son is on his way to being king of the pirate.

That's because your methods are just straight up abuse, how many 'fists of love' did you throw at Luffy, Ace and Sabo??

Yeah I'm sure you could.

Just take each other right now... In front of me... Please....

SMOKIE BOY!!!!

I'LL DRAW A MAP OF THE WORLD

Props to you if you actually stayed until the end of this post because it's not at all what I said it was going to be it just turned into a f****** commentary post.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Sending Nudes to OP Men in Public N/SFW Part 1

A/N: had a fun convo with @sashi-ya about this topic a Bleach section will be created soon! Hope you enjoy!!

TW: suggestive themes Character: Law, Marco, Hongo, Mihawk, Ace, and Shanks

Your lover was sitting at one side of the room chatting it up with his friends and family. You were sitting down scrolling on your phone. You happen to look at some of the photos you took earlier together with the family. Scrolling more up the photo album you happen to notice some explicit photos you had taken a few days earlier. Of course, you enjoy seeing him spending time with people he grew up with but wondering what would happen if you sent him one of the photos above.  He always had his phone on him, when opening your messages you type his name and sent the photo to his phone. He felt the vibration in his pocket. Opening the message thank god he didn't let anyone else see the message.

Law

This was the last thing he expected to see right now. He quickly closed out the message trying to contain the blush on his face as smoothly as possible. Pinching the bridge on his nose you could see him flexing his jaw. When composed his golden orbs looked over at you, locking eyes with one another. You could see he was chewing his inner cheek grabbing his phone he began to type. Your messages were open as you could see he was replying. You read his message “is this your way of saying you want to leave already ya?” you felt your cheeks become hot as you imagined him speaking those words to you.

Marco

You see the corner of his lip curling up. Smoothly closing the message, placing it back in his pocket. The image flashing still in the doctor's mind in his own words perfection was what he thought of you. Removing his glasses off from his face he looked towards you. He knew there was an unoccupied room no one used. His eyes spoke for him as they looked over at the hallway and then back at you. Biting your lower lip you excused yourself as you began to walk down the hallway going to grab something from the back room. Not even a min later Marco excused himself making his way into the room. Quietly closing the door, his arms wrapping around you “you got my attention, we do need to be quick, or else the others are going to know what is up yoi.” he cooed in your ear.

Hongo 

A cocky smile appeared on his face.  He stared at the photo for a moment savoring your yummy curves. Quickly saving the photo into his album of other spicy photos you sent him. He had to try and relax making sure he didn't get too turned on but also didn't want others to ask him what got him smiling so much. Placing his hands in his pockets he casually looked over at you from across the room he started to look you up and down. Cocking his brow he excused himself from his group as he pulled his phone out and began to walk out of the room. A few minutes passed and you received a text “do you have any more?” 

Mihawk

He would let his phone vibrate a few times until you sent him another photo thinking it was a message from you asking to leave but it wasn’t. With an unphased look, you couldn't tell if he enjoyed the photo or not. You could see the corner of his eye look at you as he continued with his talk. Mihawk already had a motive and wanted to leave. Obviously, you wanted his time and attention it would be on his own terms.  You heard him saying you both were going to retire for the night as you both said your goodnight rounds and left the party. Inside the car as he began to drive off. His hand rested on your thigh and you could feel his grip becoming a bit tighter. “Seems like earlier didn’t satisfy your needs. Obviously, I may have more time to satisfy more of your needs.”  He spoke in a cool tone as his eyes focused on a road. You could now feel his lustful energy submerging in the car. 

Ace

He was choking on his drink and literally would have had a heart attack seeing that for a few moments longer.  He covers his phone quickly, placing it in his pocket. As people asked if he was okay. As he reassured them he was okay and that his drink went down the wrong pipe, the pink dust hit his cheeks. It was hard for him to look at you. Each time you both looked at one another he glowed red. Maybe it was too much for him to handle at the time.  You decided to step in to save your freckle-face lover saying he didn't look well and you should take him home. Exiting the party Ace managed to speak “Let us see how quickly we can get home. I wanna see you if those photos can be recreated.” 

Shanks 

He looked at his screen than up at you then back again at his phone. Shanks was used to the often provocative photos sent to him. He can contain himself very well and will not be so easily flustered. Although the constant suave look he would pass your way the way his tongue lightly dragged against his bottom lip so lightly would turn you on. Making your way to get something to drink. You felt a pair of hands wrapping around your hip. His head resting on your shoulder “someone was feeling a bit naughty” he whispered softly in your ear. “Can't wait for everyone to leave so we both can take photos together.”

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Twelve

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: None.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~3.0k

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The clock hanging on the wall tells you that it’s just shy of four a.m., and your eyes burn fiercely to back that up. At this point, Shanks has developed a fever that makes sweat drip from his forehead and cold sweats rattle his body. Is this common enough of an occurrence that the men usually just leave him to sleep till morning? The thought horrifies you because Shanks is clearly suffering. You suffered from a fever once when your mother punished you by making you stay outside in the rain overnight after you made a mistake. The headache alone had left you whimpering in bed, and the cold sweats combined with body aches had you all but catatonic. Your mother hadn’t apologized and had even gotten mad all over again because you had been bedridden for a week.

Blinking away the haze in your eyes, you reach over and place the back of your hand against his forehead once more. How can he feel even hotter now? Your lips pinch, and you reach for the cloth, dipping it back in the bowl of cool water to wipe the newest layer of sweat that has accumulated. You run it along his forehead, brushing back sweaty red strands and contemplating if you should just go and grab Hongo. Moving to stand up, you are caught off guard when clammy fingers close around your retreating ones.

“Leaving so soon?” Your eyes dart to Shanks, your face brightening up that he’s awake. Sitting back down, you give him a faint smile while giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.

“I should get Hongo; your fever is only getting worse, and I think you might need medicine,” you tell him, looking toward the door of the cabin. Shanks’ grip on your hand tightens.

“And leave me all alone?” The look in his eyes is pleading, but you can also see something simmering deeper within his dark eyes. Shanks tugs on your hand, pulling it toward his mouth where he kisses your knuckles. “You wouldn’t be so mean, madam.” Your fingers twitch beneath his hot lips, and you swallow hard.

“I absolutely would,” you reply faintly, tugging your joined hands away from his lips and back to his side. “Your fever is getting worse, and I’m concerned.”

“Everything will be fine if you are here,” Shanks says, his voice dropping in tone. His lips curve into a teasing smirk that you have always found rather attractive, and you have to count to five in your head. Clearly, his fever has addled a few brain cells… or has it? “It’s always nice to have such treasure at my side.”

“Wishful thinking,” you tell the man, using your other hand to push his head back to the pillow. “Go to sleep; you need it.” Shanks follows your orders, but his intense gaze doesn’t stray once from your lovely face. You are going to pull your hand back, but his grip on your fingers remains firm and strong. “Are you going to let my hand go?”

“Why would I do that?” Shanks shoots back, his lazy smile widening. “It fits in mine so perfectly.” You blink at him and raise an eyebrow. Oh yes, most certainly addled…

“Will you rest if I hold your hand?” you probe, hoping that you can sway him into making a good choice regarding his health by staying in bed.

“If the madam insists,” Shanks agrees, snuggling back into his bed. You sigh in relief and slump back against the chair. Observing his face, you notice that while he has closed his eyes to rest, a big grin is still plastered on his face.

“What is so exciting about holding my hand?” you ask. Shanks doesn’t open his eyes but replies nonetheless.

“What isn’t exciting about holding your hand?” he states with honesty. “There are a great many things I would like to do with you, treasure, and holding your hand is the least of it.” You roll your eyes and tell him to go back to sleep.

When Shanks wakes up after breaking through the worst of his phantom pain fever, he is surprised to find himself staring at the ceiling of his cabin. Last he remembers, his stump had been throbbing as he and the men pushed through jungle and storm to hunt down the devil fruit they had come for. He must have had a flare-up. But why is he in his bed when you are occupying it?

“Aria demanded it,” Hongo’s voice is whisper-soft, and twisting his head to the side, Shanks sees him packing up a few medical supplies. Hongo eyes his Captain. “The bed. She demanded Benn put you in your bed, put her foot down so I hear.” Shanks' eyebrows rise.

“Aria got up when we got back? Did the men wake her?” Hongo snorts; clearly, the overnight fever had gotten to his Captain because in what world would you have gone to bed worried?

“You’re assuming she went to bed in the first place, Shanks,” Hongo corrects him. “She never did. Spent the entire day pacing around like a caged animal. I had her do inventory to get her mind off worrying.” Shanks isn’t happy to hear that. He knew you hadn’t been happy with their decision to follow through with their plans, but you hadn’t tried to stop them. But he hadn’t expected this bad of a reaction! “She said she had a bad feeling, lasted all day, and it was making her physically nauseous. Turns out she was right.”

“Job still had to be done,” Shanks rasps back, grimacing from the lingering headache.

“Aye, and you can tell her that yourself,” Hongo agrees before snickering. “After she gives you a lecture about doing jobs in bad weather.” The doctor nods his chin to the other side of Shanks’ bed, and that is when the red-haired pirate realizes he has his fingers wrapped around a hand. Rolling his head to the other side, Shanks is met with the sight of lavender hair spilling onto the side of his bed next to his hand, which is enveloping yours quite securely. “Don’t know when she finally passed out, but by the looks of it, she was up for a while.”

Shanks is not pleased to hear that you stayed up so late because of him, but he is grateful to have you at his side. Now if he could just get out of this bed and get you into it…

“And don’t even think about swapping places with her,” Hongo calls Shanks out. Shanks gives his doctor a glare while Hongo picks up his med box. “You still have a bit of a fever, and Aria will not be happy to wake up in bed.”

“Remind me again who the Captain of this ship is?” Shanks asks, grimacing as a shaft of sunlight hits his eyes.

“Not you while the madam is bossing everyone around,” Hongo snorts, making a quick getaway before Shanks can toss out a comeback. “Stay put, for Aria’s sake.” With that, the doctor is out the door, leaving Shanks alone in his cabin with you still blissfully asleep next to him. He doesn’t dare wake you from your sleep, not after the night you had. Who is supposed to be watching over who again?

The longer you remain on the Red Force, the more you come out of the shell hardened by your upbringing. It’s rather amusing to watch you boss men twice your size around, and yet, there is something so nice about having the company of a female on board his ship. He glances down at his hand, firmly wrapped around yours in a great indicator of who is holding whose hand. He can take secret enjoyment in how nicely your fingers fit in his. Perfectly even.

Shanks settles back into his bed and allows the floral scent of your soap to fill his senses. Lavender. He and the men always make sure that you have what you need when it comes to personal care items such as soap and shampoo. None of them really knew what scent to get you, but they all knew of your hate for roses. They had argued more than any of them care to admit over the choices of scent before Benn suggested lavender. It was a nice enough scent; the men would always remember it because of your lavender hair, and you had been looking at some lavender products on one of their stops.

Your fingers twitch in his grasp, and you let out a soft groan. Shanks watches as you slowly lift your head and blearily blink through lavender strands of hair. Your eyes meet his, and for a few precious moments, Shanks gets to stare into your unguarded eyes. Then it clicks into your mind that Shanks is awake and staring back at you, and you jerk into a sitting position, your fingers abruptly sliding from his, and your eyes re-guard themselves.

“You’re awake!” you exclaim, relief flooding your sluggish and tired body. Shanks gives you a small smile before squinting closer at your face. He’d been so taken by your unguarded eyes that he hadn’t even noticed that you had dark marks beneath them.

“And you look exhausted,” Shanks replies, raising his hand to brush his fingertips over the evidence of your exhaustion. You give him a look in return.

“That tends to happen when one stays up worrying,” you state dryly. Shanks doesn’t miss the light barb in your words and lets his fingers trail down your face before reaching for your hand again. You let him take it.

“I know you aren’t happy that we went out in that weather,” he starts, observing your eyes which narrow. “But think about it, bad weather, low visibility… it was the perfect time for us to nab the item we were after and had the least amount of risk.”

“Least amount of risk?” you repeat, hardly believing what you are hearing. “Shanks, Benn had to carry you back to the ship, and I spent the night watching your body temperature go higher and higher! I might not be versed in the conditions you suffer from, but even I know that the weather conditions you headed out in yesterday habitually worsen your ailment.” Shanks drops back against the pillow and tries not to groan at your scolding.

“Amputation, stump, call it what it is, Aria. No need for you to dance around calling it an ailment.”

“It’s called having tact,” you snip out with attitude. “I’m finding that many people are without.”

“Aye, and that’s what makes you so special,” he agrees, ignoring the ache his shoulder makes at that moment. “I know what triggers flare-ups, but this trip wasn’t one I could put off.” You still have a sour look on your face. “It is also not the first time I’ve had a flare-up, nor will it be my last.” Your scowl deepens, and the pirate sighs. He’s making this worse, isn’t he? “Forgive me for putting myself in harm’s way for the sake of the mission?” An almost unbearable period of silence follows as you think over his words.

“Considering you will most likely be repeating such circumstances in the near future, I shall acquiesce to your apology,” you finally sigh out. “Such are the perils of pirating, and I shall never truly understand it, but it is your passion, and therefore I will respect your choices.”

“That was the most passive-aggressive response to an apology I have ever heard,” Shanks huffs out, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “But if it means you aren’t going to be scowling at me, I will take it. Your smile is far too lovely for your face to be etched with worry.”

“Then take the rest you need lying down,” you chide, fussing over him once more.

You are back on dry land, handing over the devil fruit the men had claimed during the storm. Well, Benn is; you are with Shanks exploring the local market. It isn’t as busy as the one you had been to on Ingles, so you are far more relaxed in the environment. Shanks lets you wander from stall to stall, eyes shining brightly from the handcrafted goods. You are content to look, preen over the simplest of objects, and never ask for a single thing.

Shanks would buy you anything you desire, but you don’t ask for anything. Not for one of the pretty necklaces a craftsman tries to peddle to you. Nor any of the fancy, decadent pies that smell heavenly. Not even the delicate taiyaki that are being freshly made despite you setting your eyes on them and not being able to take them off. The hungry look in your eyes becomes too much, and he places his hand on your back and pushes you towards the stand.

“Come on,” he speaks with a smile and chuckle. “It’s been a few hours since breakfast, and I think we’re both due for a snack.”

“You aren’t just saying that because I’ve been drooling, have you?” you probe, eyeing the red-haired man scrupulously while patting your lips. His grin widens, and pushing you up to the stall, Shanks proceeds to order a batch of red bean taiyaki, handing coins over to cover the cost of the treats. You watch in rapt attention as the fish treats are made fresh, right in front of you. A thought pops into your mind when the treats are being filled with a brown mixture. “I have no idea what red bean tastes like, Shanks.”

He gives you a reassuring smile.

“Do you like chocolate?”

“Based on the rare occasion that I had a taste, I believe I do,” you answer, thinking back to the last time you had chocolate. That’s right, it had been a tea party for one of your mother’s friends, and the cook had made special chocolate tarts. They had looked delicious and smelled divine! But naturally, your mother had only allowed you to eat a few meager bites before declaring that it was such a nice day, and you had wanted to show the ladies the garden. So, with several approving tuts from the older women, you had been herded away from your barely touched tart. Shanks sees your mind disappear on him for a few moments, shrouded in distant pain, but doesn’t press what you are thinking about.

“Well, I can’t say you’ll definitely like red bean because you’ve never had it, but they have chocolate in the filling,” Shanks tells you brightly.

“I am more than willing to try it if my drooling hadn’t clued you in,” you say with a frank look. “At this point in my life, I am willing to try everything.”

“Don’t overdo it. I don’t want you getting sick again,” you snort as Shanks takes the bag of freshly cooked taiyaki from the vendor. He holds out the bag to you, and you peer inside before taking one. Golden brown, the treat is almost too hot to handle as you and Shanks begin walking again. You start nibbling on the edge of the pastry, getting a sense of the texture first. Then, deciding that you like how the breaded part tastes, you take a delicate bite to avoid burning your mouth. That’s all it takes for you to take another bite, and then another, and another, until the entire taiyaki is gone, and you are reaching for another one. “What did I just say?”

You ignore Shanks’ comment and devour the next treat, sighing in such happiness that anyone around you might think that nothing in your little world could ever be wrong. Your petulance is amusing, and despite the fact that Shanks is worried you might overdo it with the taiyaki, he doesn’t stop you from demolishing half the bag. Walking around some more, you make several stops to look at fabric bolts, a stall with various trinkets, and even a little shop that sells music boxes!

You take extra time looking at the music boxes, finding one that plays a short little piece that reminds you of your childhood nanny. She had been nice to you and a wonderful supplement to the lack of maternal presence in your life. But she had been too nice to you, and your mother had gotten rid of her not even a year after she had first come to Bonn Manor. You remembered that she used to hum a song from her home island as she bathed you, brushed out your hair, and tended to your needs. It was, perhaps, the only fond memory you had in your life.

You can’t buy it, not when you have to be careful with your Berry.

So you move on, leaving an observant Shanks to trail after you while making a mental note to come back and buy the music box you had spent so much time staring at with such a fond expression. It isn’t something you’d let him buy for you outright, so he is going to have to resort to playing dirty. Grinning at the knowledge that you both would play dirty towards each other, Shanks lounges after you thinking about all the sneaky ways he could spoil you, for surely at this point in your life you were deserving of it.

Well, all of his crew, Shanks included thanks to his red hair, have a piece of red on them. For Benn, it is a special red hair tie that never comes loose or gets lost. Lucky Roux has his favorite red goggles, Limejuice a red shirt that he always wears, and Bonk Punch a red vest. All of the crew have some red item, except you. But Shanks doesn’t want you to have a red shirt, or a red hair tie, or a pair of goggles. You need something that fits you. His eyes catch sight of a local jeweler’s stand, and the pirate begins sneakily steering you towards it while you happily munch on the remaining taiyaki.

Date Published: 2/28/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine Shanks teaching you how to use a sword part 1

You: *gets swept away by the sea towards the Red Force*

Shanks: Well, well, well, what do we have here?

You: *steals the sword from a Lime Juice's scabbard and Points it at Shanks* Stay back!

Shanks: Careful there love, that's not a toy that you point at someone unless you mean it.

You: *eyes darting between the men as you try to shrink away from them*

Shanks: * gestures for his crew to give you space* We aren't gonna hurt you, so just put that~

You: Not going to hurt me, HA, don't make me laugh. That's all you men do.

Shanks: What makes you think that?

You: Personal experience.

Shanks: If I let you keep the sword, would that make you feel safer?

You: * searches his eyes and sees no deceit* ...yes.

Shanks: *suddenly advances and uses his sword to deflect the blade without pulling it fully out of its sheath.* Then I'm going to need you to stop pointing at at people.

You: 😠 *twists the blade around, completely disarming Shanks, and presses the dull edge against his shoulder*

Shanks: 😳 You: don't tell me what to do.

Benn: ho ho, been quite a while since someone had gotten you away from you. Do you fancy them or something, boss?

The Crew: *laughs*

Shanks: *uses his Conqueror's haki to render you unconscious, but catches you before you fall* Can you blame me? They're awfully cute?

You: *wakes up in Shanks' bed an hour later, and jumps up*

Shanks: *closes his book and and crosses his legs in the chair beside the bed* Good, you're awake... Now, I don't know where you came from, but we can't divert our course for you. We can, however, drop you off at the next island when we get there in about a week.

You: So I have to stay here, for a week.

Shanks: yes, but you'll be fine. No one is gonna hurt you, here *hands you a different sword* Just stick with me, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Okay?

You: okay, I'm (y/n) *offers your hand out to him*

Shanks: Glad we have an agreement, *Shakes your hand* I'm Shanks

You: *your sparse brain cells click into place* The emperor?

Shanks: Ha ha, yeah, but we're cool.

Shanks: Parry, parry, ... Oof!

You: *sweeps and lunges, elbowing him in the stomach*

Shanks: wow, you're a natural! If your skill keeps growing at this rate, I might offer you a spot on my crew.

You: Sure why not?

Shanks: he he, sweet, now keep sparring, but this time I want you to fight Hongo. You rely too heavily on the fact that I only have one arm.

You: *smirks at him* Bring it

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Nise-Nise

A/N: I couldn't help but post this unholy stuff 😔 I wrote a fanfic on AO3 that I haven't continued in months. It's super slow burn that got me, the AUTHOR, impatient, that I had to write the smut 😭 I think you can read this as a standalone (aka just SMUT), but feel free to check out the one on AO3 to grasp the plot! I also didn't quadruple read this so pardon me if there are any spelling mistakes! That's it, enjoy~

Summary: It's frustrating how Shanks is always willing to give and give, and not expect anything in return. But what happens if one of them just snaps?

Relationship: Shanks x OFC, OMC, OC (aka one person is three people... if that makes sense)

Warnings: penetrative sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, smut, swearing (that's about it, I think?)

Words: 3.4k

Soft, pinkish lips parted to let out a gasp.

“Sh- Shanks,"

The redhead Captain groaned, his lips practically glued onto the other's neck, nipping and biting the pale skin while his hands explored other areas.

The white-haired woman bit her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning out loud.

“Shanks…”

She said yet again, panting softly as she tried to get the other's attention. Her eyes darted from left to right.

It was just her luck that the redhead started feeling handsy when they were in the hallway down the deck instead of on the deck, where the rest of the crew were still drinking merrily, throwing back rum as if it was water. She was sure they were going to regret it in the morning, as they always did when drinking. Heh.

Still, even if they were currently alone, that didn't mean nobody could walk in on them. Her observation Haki was already active.

She was snapped out of her musings when the man groped one of her breasts.

“Focus on me, angel," he rasped out, breathing hot against her neck. “Seas, you look so beautiful. This dress looks amazing on you."

The dress was something an old lady on an island who had cajoled her into buying. Aegis wasn't really interested in wearing dresses, but Atlas had looked at it with interest, so she ended up buying it, knowing he'd want to wear it sometimes.

Secretly.

He thumbed the material as he pulled away a bit, letting Aegis see his expression. Shanks' eyes were glued down onto her form, lower lip between his teeth, hand resting on her thigh. His cheeks were slightly red from the alcohol and… something else, probably. Aegis wasn’t that stupid to not know.

“I want to see how this would look like on Astra and Atlas as well. Mmn, I bet they'd look just as beautiful, ain't that right, pretty girl?" his hand then strayed underneath her dress just a bit, rubbing the soft patch of skin, and Aegis couldn't help the whine leaving her lips.

“You look like a Goddess," he continued whispering, eyes now looking at her with so much awe and adoration that the white-haired woman felt flustered. “Baby, you've got no idea how much I want to go down on my knees and worship you,” he finished with a soft smile.

To Aegis' horror and, she couldn't deny it, immense pleasure, Shanks slid down to his knees. He pressed his lips against her exposed leg, intense stormy grey eyes locked onto her.

Her blush brightened. She couldn't do this, she couldn't do this! This was all Atlas’ fault for forcing her to wear this dress so they could ‘seduce’ the Captain!

“Hey,” The redhead called out to her again, noticing her zoning out. Aegis felt her cheeks heat up more if that was even possible, and Shanks’ grin was widening.

Stupid red-haired Captain.

The woman stiffened when she felt haki signatures closing in on them slowly, recognizing it to be Hongo and Limejuice. Despite her panic, she couldn’t help but feel amused because it was clear that they were drunk. She grabbed onto Shanks immediately, pulling the man up and hauling him out of the hallway and into a random room, where she effectively locked it.

Aegis wasn’t even able to sigh in relief, before she felt the Captain’s hands rest on either side of her hips, chest pressing against her back while soft lips started nipping once more at the back of her neck.

She wasn’t sure when this all started.

Well, technically, she did. It all started on the first day they were here—when Atlas made out with the redhead.

After Shanks bought them that hairclip around two months ago, something had changed. As days turned into weeks, Aegis couldn't shake the feeling of Shanks' lingering gaze, the way his eyes seemed to search hers as if trying to unravel some hidden mystery. His talks became more intimate, conversations stretching into the night, delving into topics that brushed against the boundaries of their relationship.

There were moments when his touches lingered a fraction longer, sending a shiver down Aegis' spine and stirring emotions she struggled to understand. Despite their attempts to maintain a friendly distance (Astra especially), Shanks treated them all with equal affection, blurring the lines between captain and crewmate, friend, and something more. Whether she was Aegis, Atlas, or Astra, his demeanor remained unchanged, his attention unwavering.

It was… strange.

The others—Aegis loved them a lot. The Redhair Pirates were certainly becoming like family to the trio, but sometimes they still had trouble differentiating them. They still had trouble getting used to Astra or Atlas appearing out of nowhere, of either of them suddenly taking over—it would always take them a while to get used to it.

But with Shanks, it was different.

It left Aegis feeling unsettled. Was it admiration? Respect? Or something deeper, something that she dared not name?

All those lingering gazes and lingering touches soon evolved into something—

“Why aren’t you focusing on me?” he whispered, kissing her neck. Aegis let out a small mewl, immediately distracted. The fact that she could feel something hard pressing against her from behind wasn’t helping either.

The woman started panting. “S- Shanks, I might make too much noise,” she whispered. The redhead hummed thoughtfully, his hands going underneath her dress, shamelessly tugging down the shorts and underwear to her thighs. “And?” He smirked against her neck, “What’s so bad about that, angel?”

Before she could respond, his fingers touched her.

She threw her head back against his shoulder, panting and trembling and blushing and moaning, “Mmn!” He nipped at her throat. “You're so wet for me,” he mumbled. The white-haired woman spread her legs a bit and he took that as an invitation to slide a long digit inside of her.

She gasped and let out a rather loud moan, one that made him slap his other hand on her mouth. He whispered, “Try to keep quiet, angel. You don't want Hongo and Limejuice to hear us, do you?” Aegis shook her head, still trembling and breathing heavily.

She could feel the aforementioned duo with her haki, just a few distance away from the room they were in. With how close she was with the door, they were certainly going to hear her if she let out louder noises. Or if they get closer.

“Good girl," Shanks chuckled, before his finger started moving inside of her, soon adding another two. Aegis squeezed hard onto his forearms, shutting her eyes as she gasped, pleasure overtaking her senses.

The redhead didn't give her any mercy, mouth leaving red marks on her skin that would surely be difficult to hide, while his fingers did sinful things to her intimate area. She stifled a sob as his thumb came up to brush against her clit, rubbing against it teasingly—and she couldn't stop the orgasm that came over her suddenly from the action.

Stars filled her vision, body tensing due to the huge wave of pleasure. Aegis whimpered as Shanks hummed, his fingers still fucking her through her orgasm, “T- Too much," she stuttered out, and the Captain pressed a kiss against her jaw as he, thankfully, took his fingers out.

Aegis could've sworn she felt his disappointment though.

“Felt good?" He asked, turning her around to chastely kiss her on the mouth, smiling. The woman huffed, smiling back, “Of course, it felt really good," she admitted shamelessly and Shanks let out a small laugh. “That's great! Now, how about I do the same to the others?"

This. This was what made all of this confusing.

While Aegis could understand this arrangement (that they didn't really talk about, it just started with Atlas), it felt like it went beyond just simple mutual benefit.

Aegis could understand doing this just for pleasure, though it was initially weird given he was their Captain, and she was also fairly certain the rest of the crew knew about them. But sometimes, it wasn't really doing anything for Shanks.

More often than not—wait, in fact, almost every time they do this, Shanks would insist on giving them pleasure. They haven't gone anywhere beyond touching, but the trio were almost always the one receiving pleasure.

Shanks would even refuse it, more focused on giving them what they wanted. He was a stubborn man too, often getting into arguments with Atlas, most especially Astra if they were the one trying to pleasure Shanks back.

“Shanks," she started, and immediately continued when Shanks’ body tensed, about to probably argue, “Ah ah ah! Nope, you will listen to me, Captain," she said in an almost childish voice, a finger pointed at him.

She started walking closer to him and the redhead instinctively stepped back. They did this dance until Shanks’ back hit the wall, and he raised both of his hands up in defense as Aegis started jabbing his chest.

“We're so done with you always denying what we want to do for you! Do you have any idea how badly Astra sulks? They scowl and become so irritable! Whose fault is that? Yours!"

"Hey now, it's not my fau-”

"Yours!”

The Captain bit his lower lip as Aegis continued on, "Not only that, but Atlas complains to me! Like, we see and feel each other’s memories and emotions all the time, but he always feels the need to whine and get mad about it to me! It's my job to be annoying, not Atlas’!”

Irritatingly enough, the man snorted.

“Is.. is this funny to you?" She asked in disbelief, red starting to appear on her cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I'm here, trying to give reason even though it's Astra’s jo-"

“Did anybody ever tell you that you look hot when mad?"

Shanks interrupted, head tilted to the side as he looked down at her with half lidded eyes and a small smirk on his lips. His hands were still raised, but he put it on each side of his head rather than in front of him. Aegis blinked, stunned.

“Huh?"

“Normally," the redhead continued as if he didn't just drop a sentence that might as well be a bomb on her, “Atlas or Aegis would argue about this matter with me and you'd just stay quiet, yet here you are, absolutely frustrated that you haven't been able to give me the same pleasure as I give you,”

He leaned down, “Or maybe…” he drawled out, and the tease in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, "instead of that, you want… perhaps something else? Like…” Shanks looked down and Aegis naturally followed his gaze.

Ah.

The woman wasn't all that surprise to see that he was staring right at his crotch-

“Perhaps you want something to be inside of something?" He shamelessly asked, smirk still on his lips. "Cause that could be arranged.”

Eager, without even waiting for Aegis’ reply (though she was sure Shanks knew she already wanted it), the man slammed his lips against hers, flipping their position so her back was against the wall instead

Aegis deepened the kiss, tugging on Shanks's hair as he settled himself between her legs. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Aegis let out a small moan, and Shanks froze before continuing with renewed vigor.

She felt dizzy at the intensity of the kiss. They weren't even doing anything beyond that, but everything still felt good. Too good, in fact.

Aegis wrapped her legs around Shanks's waist, pulling him closer. They both stiffened as something hard pressed itself against her private area.

Shanks pulled away, his lips swollen and his eyes glinting with desire. He looked delectable. And then he smirked, rolling his hips once.

Aegis gasped, shuddering and shutting her eyes at the small bolt of pleasure that traveled from her navel to her whole body. She opened her eyes again and met his, which were now sporting hunger, desire, and... possessiveness?

“Fuck, angel, you…”

He rolled his hips twice, thrice, and each time Aegis was trembling and letting out small mewls of pleasure. He leaned down onto her neck, sucking on the soft flesh there and further intensifying the sensation.

"Shanks..." Aegis moaned breathlessly, and he flinched, feeling him hardening. It was almost amusing. He pinned both of her hands with one hand and used his free one to travel down the side of her body.

Aegis squirmed, still shuddering as Shanks continued rolling his hips. Soon enough, his hand reached the edge of her dress where he went under, touching her skin and going underneath her brassier.

“Mhmn, hold still for me, angel," he whispered.

He groped her breast, making Aegis moan yet again. His fingers teased her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently, and the pressure was almost mind-boggling. “You like this, don't you?" He hummed, and Aegis wanted to say yes, but she could almost hear Atlas’ voice in her head telling her to play hard to get.

That was easier said than done. Everything felt too good.

He soon let go of her hands, and Aegis took that as an invitation to let her hands rest on his clothed back, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin layer of his shirt, and raked her nails down hard.

Shanks hissed, snapping his hips particularly hard, making Aegis see stars for a few seconds. His lips found hers once again, and he probed them with his tongue. Aegis opened her mouth, and his tongue entered, dominantly fighting against her own appendage.

Aegis was starting to almost feel drunk with the taste of him, which was so addicting. Each roll of his hips brought forth pleasure, but it still wasn't enough. She wanted more.

"More..." Aegis whispered against his lips as Shanks pulled away to take a few breaths. He eyed her sharply, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips, an action that made Aegis squirm.

“Needy, aren't you?" The redhead teased, “I'm pretty sure Astra and Atlas are the same."

Shanks grabbed the strings on the front of her dress, shamelessly pulling it, making the dress come undone, exposing her. His hand went behind her to unhook her bra, and soon enough, Aegis was half-naked before him.

He leaned down, one mouth encasing her left breast as his hand played with the other. Aegis gasped sharply, her hands flying to his hair where she tugged hard, and he groaned softly.

His tongue flicked out, playing with her nipple, and it was maddening. He moved to the other one, and Aegis was left a moaning mess, blushing brightly in response.

His free hands started to pull down at her dress that was resting around her waist, her underwear coming along.

Everything about her was exposed to him, and she tried to cover herself with her arms, but he grabbed them, pinning them above her head.

Aegis was completely at his mercy.

She panted, staring at him with hazy eyes as he examined all of her. The redhead Captain took a deep breath, and a part of her preened when she saw him close his eyes. “Fuck, you're killing me, angel.." he murmured.

Shanks opened his eyes again, stormy grey eyes looking like they wanted to make her melt from how intense he was looking at her.

"What do you want, Aegis?" His voice was deeper than usual, and it made her shiver.

"You. I want all of you," she replied breathlessly. His eyes glinted, and he looked pleased at her answer. “Good answer, darling," he smirked.

He started to unbutton his trousers, popping them open, and soon, Aegis saw his bulging member. It was a little intimidating. He looked big, far bigger than any of them ever tried before in their lives. She was sure that if Atlas was taking over, he would point that out embarrassingly.

The woman let out a small yelp as he bent down slightly to place his hands underneath her thighs, lifting her up effortlessly and pinning her on the wall with just his hips. It was honestly very hot.

“Are you showing off?" She asked, panting a bit, and he grinned. “What made you think that?" He asked teasingly, the tip of his member meeting her entrance.

Shanks remained in eye contact with her as he slowly entered her, making her breathe really heavily at the feeling. It stung a bit as it had been a while since any of them had gotten laid, but thankfully, Shanks gave her time to adjust as soon as he bottomed out.

He slowly started to move—agonizingly slow. It was a bit frustrating as it felt good but it wasn't enough. Aegis squirmed and tried to meet his thrusts, but he pinched her hips hard, making her wince.

“Be patient," he chuckled, large hands resting on her hips.

“That's hard!" She rebutted.

Aegis instead wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, making her gasp at one particularly sharp thrust. He grunted, his face contorting into pleasure. She had no idea why he was taking his time.

"I said be patient, Aegis," he mumbled as he looked at her, tone getting a little stern.

"Please," Aegis begged, "Take me fast... I'm all yours, Shanks," His eyes brightened at the last part, and he licked his lips. His hold onto her hips tightened.

"Say it again," he ordered, and Aegis immediately complied, whispering, "I'm all yours, Shanks..." He shivered, as if in intense pleasure before his thrusts started to pick up the pace.

“Seas, I can't resist you, you pretty little thing," he panted, blush on his cheeks as he fucked her hard against the wall.

Aegis moaned and mewled as the pleasure kept building up. Soon enough, he was pounding into her almost violently, and she choked at the intense pleasure.

He was fucking her so hard that the wall was creaking behind her. If the others didn't know they were fucking before, they definitely did now.

Pressure was building up behind her navel, and she wanted to reach that end, to feel it snap and come undone at his touch.

"Nnggghhh..! Yes... ahh..." Aegis let out. She felt Shanks trembling and panting softly, beads of sweat falling down his face, which was contorted into pleasure.

Her body seized for a few seconds, and she was replaced by Atlas, who gasped as soon as everything made sense to him. “Ah fuck-!" He cried out, and Shanks grinned, delighted. “Fancied joining us, huh?" He reached between them, grabbing onto Atlas’ dick and jerking him off sloppily.

The smaller man scrambled to wrap his arms around his neck, “Y- You fucker-" he groaned, “you wouldn't.. ahh!- let me give you ahmn… a.. blowjob, bu- but you're fucking Aegis?!”

“Correction," Shanks replied, breathing heavily, eyebrows furrowed, “I'm fucking all three of you. Same person, remember?" He laughed breathlessly, kissing the other man’s lips and smirking at the glare he got in return.

“Ah, shit! Fe- Feels so good… you're so big,” Atlas moaned, shutting his eyes as he sobbed, and Shanks shivered at the sight. His hand that was still running onto Atlas' dick moved faster, "Yeah? I bet Astra would want to feel the same, no?”

The white haired male opened his eyes slowly, moans and short gasps leaving his lips. Yet even though he could barely think from the pleasure, he smiled mischievously, "God.. I- I’d love to see their expression.”

Shanks didn't even have time to reply before Atlas' body seized once more, replaced by Astra. Their eyes widened, before it shut close. They threw their head back with a moan, red instantly covering their whole face. “Ah-"

“There they are," Shanks purred, laughing as he kissed Astra’s neck, “Do you.. like my surprise?" It was clear that the redhead was nearing his end, from his voice and the desperation of his movements.

Astra scowled a little, “Y- You little shits… mhmn… you better make me cum, Captain.. or I'll kill you,” they threatened, but it wasn't as intense as it usually was. "Fuck, Shanks- I'm close..”

They pressed their body close to Shanks, gripping onto the man painfully tight, but it didn't bother Shanks at all. "Guess you won't be killing me, hm?”

With both hands, the redhand seized the other’s wrists, slamming it onto the wall behind them and fucking them even harder. Astra cursed in the 7 different languages they knew.

"Cum for me, Angel," The way Shanks said it was all it took for Astra to groan loudly and cum hard. They gripped onto him tightly. It actually felt as if they saw stars as their vision blacked out for a few seconds.

Shanks let out a small grunt and his hips stuttered as Astra felt hot liquid spurting inside of them. They both panted in exhaustion, trying to get out of their high.

“... Soooo… no more arguments after this, right?”

"Another round, and I'll think about it.”

[idaredivel]

I just saw OP 1112 and i'm so elated my skeleton is going to jump out of my skin, i imagined it was going to be good but not this good. Like yeah the animation since Wano was up to par and it has gotten amazing in Egghead but omg i was not prepared for this (this could also be my bias for Shanks talking ngl)

First of all; York you absolute jackass i can't stand you

Now, people are probably going to reproach me for this but i think Kidd had it coming. He got too confident once again and got careless. I feel bad for his crew (Killer here included) tbh, because even if they are actually not good people (see, attacking civilians) they clearly love Kidd, but i do not for him. He said they defeated two Emperors when 1. Luffy defeated Kaido and 2. Kidd had the help of Law to defeat Big Mom, if they hadn't team up neither would had have a chance against her (which is also one of the reasons Law lost against Teach, even if the situation was pretty different)

I did like the animation for damned punk and the Victoria was absolutely gorgeous this chapter, which i'm sad about, seeing what happened to it.

Now for Shanks' parts, well, absolutely loved them.

The first half with his fleet was already wholesome in the manga and they kicked it up a notch in the anime. The team really showed how loved he is by everyone and i wouldn't have it any other way.

The second half... man, the second half. I never forget how fast Shanks can switch from a good friend to Emperor of the Sea, but it's still a imposing thing to see.

His future vision was already impressive and the animation had such an artistic way of showing it, i loved the effect they did in his eye before the vision. However i couldn't help but laugh when he flew over Beck, it looked so funny. This part was also done better than the manga, in the sense that they showed better how Shanks went from the Red Force to the Victoria so quickly, but Mr.Oda and his team did a fantastic job themselves taking in consideration how little time they have to push out chapters.

I have to admit that i screeched in joy when a gryphon appeared in the screen, the subsequential Divine Departure made it worse. The way Shanks' Conquerors just exploded in impact.

It was so intimidating when Shanks just kept staring down at Kidd's crew w/o saying nothing, even after they offered the poneglyphs. He was without question angry about the whole situation.

And of course, RHP interactions. I love that they are still teasing Shanks and are so loyal to him after all this time (two years in anime only w/o counting Wano appearence, but it really was a lifetime for everyone else lmao)

In a side note, i think the jab to Hongo is an anime only thing but i may be completely wrong. So many things are happening in the manga and my memory is not good so.

Lastly, what Dorry and Brogy said before releasing Hakoku.

“If you point a gun at someone else's hometown, be prepared to be attacked yourself”

A honest dose of harsh reality and simultaneously a throw back to Shanks'

“Now that you've drawn your pistol, are you willing to risk your life?”