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merbear25 · 1 month ago

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Hello, nice to meet you 😊

This is the first time I send you a request, I’ve seen your post about kinktober.

Can I please ask Day 15 with Hongo (the doctor of Red Haired pirates) x fem reader?

I hope it’s ok, thank you and have a nice day 😘

Hello, I was honestly nervous to write this because I don't know this character super well...But I tried my best! Hope you like it 💜🧡

There weren’t many that caught his attention, but ever since you joined the crew, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You carried yourself with grace, making your presence known whenever you entered the room. A marvel to behold, he couldn’t help but want to get to know you better.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem! Reader is a Red Haired pirate, sensation play (earplugs, blindfold), breast play, aftercare, protected sex

A pleasure that creeps up on you (Hongo)

Wandering souls were caught by the current where they’d either sink or be carried to shore. You showed resilience, taking the attempted chips at your structure in stride and never failing to rise above the rest. Any crew would’ve been lucky to have your talents aid in their personal adventures. However, with so many in it for the wrong reasons, morals clashed and you were left to fend for yourself time and time again.

An emperor's reputation, let alone his crew’s, was met with skepticism. Even with that, you were as charmed as the rest of the village when they washed on shore. Their friendly attitudes, inviting conversations, and charming stories: one could imagine themselves running off with people like them—and you did.

The shore you drifted up on turned out to be the Red Force—a ship that sailed from each and every corner of the world would become your forever home.

A lively party, drinks galore, nothing brought people together more than celebrations. With the Red Hair Pirates’s most recent success, there was no better reason to crack open a few cold ones.

Hundo casually drifted over to your side, which he did nearly every time there was reason to cheer. When he motioned to sling his arm around your shoulder, you lost your footing.

“Hey, now! Don’t want you hitting your head on something,” he poked light fun at your clumsiness while catching you. “Maybe it’s time you called it quits for the night?” He laughed.

“This is my first one! I’m not even buzzed!” Your attempt at salvaging your grace after such an embarrassing misfooting wasn’t hitting like you hoped it would.

With him getting a kick out of your pouting face, you gently slapped his arm. “Oi, you’re going to make me spill mine too if you aren’t careful!” He teased.

“Looks like you’ve already done that yourself.” You pointed at the drops of booze bleeding through his shirt.

Gulping down the mouthful swishing around, he grinned at you. “Suppose I should take it off then, huh?” He winked.

Your breath caught in your throat and you fiddled with the loose fabric on your pants when imagining him practically half-naked. As if he wouldn’t notice your flustered mess of a self.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a loss for words.” He continued, obviously flirting with you. “Not to worry, though.” He leaned in a bit closer. “I like you both ways just fine.”

A strange, distorted sound came out of you because of the inability to process your own emotions. Feeling the heat nipping at your face, you excused yourself to your sleeping quarters. Closing your door behind you, you lightly patted your face to shake yourself out of it.

“He’s a friend…a good friend! H-he was just teasing you…” That last part of your hush-toned monologue sat heavy on your heart.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Hongo asked with slight concern. Because you were taking too long to snap yourself out of your current state of butterflies, he cracked the door open. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, you–” you steadied your breath, “you didn’t.”

He held an attentive eye on your body language, so that if there was any sign that he was unwelcomed, he would back off. “Does this mean you don’t like me back?” The caution in his question nearly made your heart shatter.

“I do like you…I like you a lot actually,” your voice lowered and your eyes flickered across his face..

His eyes were locked on your lips, their slight quiver of uncertainty in his actions only made him want to claim them even more. He leaned in slightly, giving you a chance to deny him, but with no objections made, he quickly lost himself to the fires of passion.

You eagerly accepted his hunger with one of your own. His hands roamed over your body, wanting to touch every inch of you. As they went up your shirt, you whimpered against his lips—the circling around your nipples and the teasing tugs sent shivers down your spine.

“You like that?” Watching your eyes flutter shut from the heat rising between you, he whispered against your ear, “I can think of a few more ways to make you feel even better. Do you want that? Tell me you want it as badly as I do.” The faint pleading in his tone alluded to how long he’d been interested in you.

“Yes, I do…Want it so badly.”

He cupped the sides of your face, deepening your kiss to the point of making you weak in the knees. “I want to try something with you.” Guiding you onto the bed, he reached in your nightstand and pulled out the earplugs you slept with.

“You know, when one of your senses is cut off, the others become far more sensitive.” He handed them to you. You started to put them in as he took off the scarf from around his waist. “Now, imagine when two of them are muted.” You let him tie the scarf around you, completely blocking your vision.

Your chest heaved from anticipation, and your gasp sounded so much sweeter when you felt him removing your blouse. Holding you closely, his tongue swirled around your hardened nipple. Sucking it, nipping at it to get any more of those darling moans out of you. His hands gripped at your waist and possessively raked down to your hips. Squeezing handfuls of your ass, he took your trembling as permission to go further.

Yanking your bottoms off, he swiftly lifted you and threw you higher up on the bed. Your shaky yelp from the sudden toss was giving him everything he’d been after. Climbing on top of you, the sight of your exposed body quaking from the expectation of what was to come lured a low groan out of him. Your soft hands reaching out to feel where he was further whetted his appetite for you.

He took one of your hands and pressed it to his lips. The kisses he trailed down your arm and to your neck had you begging for more.

Reaching between your thighs, his fingers glided between your wet folds. Your body was good and ready for him—such a delicious moment to soak in.

Taking in one of your breasts in his mouth again, his finger swirled around your clit. He groaned against your sensitive skin as your whimpers graced his ears. Your fingers combed through his hair, caressing him while he made you fall apart effortlessly.

Plunging a finger into your aching core, just a few pumps had you panting like a bitch in heat. Leaning up to your sweet face, he lightly licked at your earlobe. The quaked moan was almost too much to bear.

“You’ve wanted this as much as I have, haven’t you?” His voice was husky from his own desire. You could barely make out his question—your own moans being amplified in your own fantasy of what was going to happen next.

He pulled out a condom, never daring to cum inside unless previously agreed upon. Even with his cock wrapped, filling you with his full length was just as satisfying as he ever imagined.

Your slick walls squeezing around him, the way your back arched pushing him deeper, and you blindly grabbing at his arms: there was no one he’d rather be with. He wrapped his arms around you, slamming into you with ruthless abandon while your sobs and moans filled the air around you.

His hands tangled in your hair, and he pressed his forehead gently against yours. Your pants entwined with his as he picked up the pace. The kiss he placed on your forehead made you whimper his name, and the feverish ones he trailed along the side of your face had you melting under him.

With your walls spasming around him, he knew you were hanging on by a thread. Your legs wrapped around him, your nails clawed at his back, and your cries were becoming increasingly more desperate.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You screamed for him. With your euphoric laced cries, his self-control was quickly waning. You could feel his body shaking against you as the need to give you everything he had was about to burst through the floodgates.

In a choked grunt, he spilled every drop of himself. The pants of the both of you coming down from your shared high were almost as pleasing to the ear as the height of passion. Collapsing on top of you, he wrapped you in his arms for a moment. You both basked in the afterglow of your first time together, letting the moment wash over you as your bodies still tingled from the lingering rush.

He removed your blindfold to gaze deeply into those beautiful eyes of yours. Such a lovely color and they were filled with so much affection—just for him. He placed a soft, tender kiss on your forehead, as if making a vow to you. When he pulled away to look at you again, you leaned up to meet his lips.

Letting your passion seep through in another kiss, the tenderness of this one made you swoon in a completely new way. He finally pulled out of you, not spilling a drop when tossing the condom into the trashcan and laid down next to your spent form. His hand ran up your thigh, massaging at the parts you gave a faint huff at.

He nuzzled his face in your hair, holding you close while your body recuperated. Your hands offered the same comforting touch, neither of you wanting that moment to end.

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smokersbaby · 1 year ago

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Kink of the day: sub/dom Character: Hongo Reader: female reader Tw: sub/dom interaction (Hongo being dom), fingering, penetrative sex Author notes: thanks to @akagami-no-laney for requesting this!! You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

Hongo didn't care if you sounded so needy while he was fucking you with his fingers, hand pressed on your back to keep you pushed into the mattress as he stretched your wet slit with his middle and ring finger.

You couldn't move and you had no intention of doing it, that was the fun part of being submissive to your lover: being completely under his control, knowing that he could do anything to your body and you would have loved every single second of it.

"Please... fuck me with your cock..." your voice was muffled against the comfy pillow. He had no intention to listen to you. He was the one controlling the situation, not you, and you knew that perfectly.

"So needy..." he laughed, fingers rutting into you endlessly.

"Did you forget who is in charge here, honey?" he mewled climbing over you, his already hard cock rubbing against your buttcheeks, his left hand gripping your wrists together on your back to keep you still.

You felt his veiny cock sliding into your pussy a second after, Hongo's voice shaking more than he would admit for the sudden pleasure your body gives him "I thought I stretched you enough with my fingers, but you're still tight for me honey".

His thrusts were deep and fast, and you couldn't do anything but enjoy the way Hongo was filling you with his cock as he kept you pressed face down against the mattress.

"Understand now? I fuck you when I decide to do it"

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mamamittens · 11 months ago

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The Doctor Will See You Now (+18)

This is part 8/12 of December Event 2023 for @akagami-no-laney

Hongo X Fem!Secretary!Reader

Warnings: Medical play kink, possible glove kink?, sex on an exam table (with stirrups), sex in the workplace, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, lowkey roleplay, and possibly inappropriate workplace relationship. No wait, yeah, you're his secretary, so you fuck your boss. Mildly dubious consent but it's pretty clear that this is wanted on both ends without fear of reprimand.

Word Count: 2,906

There was a palpable sense of relief as you locked the front office doors after the last patient of the year. You loved your job as Doctor Hongo’s secretary for his private practice, but the holiday was well deserved at this point. It had been a rough season, and you weren’t even the one seeing all the patients. But you did organize every session, test, correspondence, and other such noteworthy things for the practice. Of which there had been a lot.

A whole fucking lot.

He was well loved in the community and you could see why. He was very good at what he did, had a wonderful bedside manner, and was very easy on the eyes. Even his cliché lab coat couldn’t hide the broad frame and thick muscles that allowed him to move his patients or support them physically with ease. While it was annoying scheduling appointments for lonely housewives inquiring about ‘private home visits’, you’d be lying if you said the prospect held no appeal. Of course, you were more professional than to forward such enquiries on anyone’s behalf.

You turned back to regard the front office. It was lightly decorated for the season, a Christmas tree set up in the corner with donation tags for local charities, garland strung across the front desk, and a holiday special playing on the television in the corner. All of this would be removed and put away after the New Year first thing, but for now it was to stay. The other staff members eager to leave.

So now, it was only Doctor Hongo in his office and yourself. Technically, you could leave right now. He certainly wouldn’t mind it. But your perpetual soft spot guided your feet anyway. Past the exam rooms and offices of your colleagues. Most already tidied up—though someone forgot to clean a few of the exam rooms before the left.

He stood over his desk, back to you as he leafed through his papers. Patient files, perhaps. Ensuring all his tests were sent out and results organized. They should be already, you’d been responsible for organizing them once a week to ensure his appointments ran smoothly as part of your contract and NDAs. But he was a meticulous sort of man. Long blond strand of hair curling around his ear loosely, absently tucked into place when it fell from his bun.

From this angle, you could see the sharp line of his jaw where stubble began to form. The edge of his cheekbone and curve of his nose catching the sterile light. He hadn’t seen you yet, which was a good thing. It wouldn’t be professional to be caught staring at your boss like he’s a marble statue you weren’t allowed to touch. And damn, how your fingers ached to stroke up the back of his shoulders to his neck and hairline. He looked like he’d be warm but hard to the touch and you might just die happy if you ever got to know just how firm his arms were.

You spotted the moment he sensed you in the doorway and quickly redirected your expression to something less scandalous than open want. Instead gazing at him warmly as an old friend.

“Hey there, doctor. Need any help with anything before I go?” You asked softly, feeling strangely small in the abnormally quiet office. There wasn’t even any music playing. Just the light ruffle of papers in his hands and clothes shifting over his broad shoulders as he breathed evenly. Doctor Hongo smiled, almost shaking his head. “I noticed a few exam rooms weren’t tidied up yet. I can at least wipe them down before I go.”

He clicked his tongue, looking faintly annoyed.

“The nurses were supposed to do that before they left…” He sighed, shaking his head. “C’mon, let’s get this place cleaned up and then we can officially start our holiday.” Doctor Hongo smiled, placing his hand gently on your back and guiding you to the exam rooms. Closing and shutting off the lights in each one he passed by.

When he spotted the first one not cleaned up, he let you lead and started wiping down the counters as you handled the table.

“…So, have any plans?” Ah.

Subtle.

That’s not inappropriate to ask, is it? Shouldn’t be, surely?

He looked back at you as he poured more cotton balls into the jar with a smile, dark eyes bright and lively despite the less than flattering light.

“Oh, not really. What about yourself? Any plans with friends or a Christmas date?” He startled when he realized he poured too many, cursing softly as he scooped up the excess and tossed them. Then he went back to refilling the other supply jars with a strange tension in his shoulders.

“Nope. Solo this year I’m afraid. Just me, a bottle of wine, and maybe a few Christmas specials.” You laughed and he looked back at you in surprise.

“Really? I was sure you’d have something planned. You’re a hell of a catch after all… well, their loss, I suppose!” He declared with a grin before gesturing you to follow him out of the room, turning off the lights after you and closing the door.

You were a bit thrown by that response and could only follow him wordlessly until he hit the next room that hadn’t been cleaned properly.

“T-Thanks…” You mumbled a tad breathlessly as you went through the motions of wiping down the leather exam table.

There was a pause before a wave of heat washed over your back.

“Do you not believe me?” Doctor Hongo’s words drifted across the back of your neck and you jolted. “Perhaps I could show you?” he breathed softly but didn’t touch you despite being so tantalizingly close.

“D-Doctor--!” You couldn’t help but stammer nervously, looking back to see him gazing down at you intensely with a faint smile.

“Only if you wish it… only if you want me.” Hongo leaned in closer, his hands resting on the leather. You struggled to remember how to breathe, let alone speak. His dark eyes cutting through your thoughts as heat pooled inside you. “You seem at a loss for words… do you need a doctor?” He grinned mischievously and you choked.

“D-D—” You swallowed hard. “D-Doctor… a-are you…?” you couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t even dream of implying what was almost certainly happening.

Hongo—Doctor Hongo!—hummed thoughtfully, his hands brushing over your cheeks. Fingertips resting over your pulse as he measured the rapid beat of your heart.

“You seem stressed. Common this time of year… perhaps you should take a seat on the exam table?” Hongo leaned back and gave you space.

Noticeably, he left open a generous gap to leave. His expression almost coy but understanding. Interested but unwilling to push.

Out of all his attractive qualities, of which he had many, his integrity is what drew you in the most. More than anything else, though make no mistake, those other qualities were just as attractive.

If you didn’t want to pursue this, he’d happily let you leave and likely not mention it beyond an apology fruit basket for the presumption. But…

But.

If you did—damn how much you did despite words failing you—then he’d gladly keep up this cute game.

And fuck you wanted to play.

Carefully, you turned to face him fully, face hot as you smiled and lifted yourself onto the exam table. His smile was dazzling as he spun on his heel and plucked two gloves from the mounted rack.

“Well! Let’s get to the bottom of this then, shall we?” Hongo purred, snapping his gloves in place before gently adjusting you to lay down. Without looking, he moved the table into a position close to a reclining chair, his hand pressing over your sternum briefly. Gloved fingers rubbing over your neck teasingly, just a little to lingering in their touch to be clinical. “Your heart rate is quite healthy. Lymph nodes are good. Your throat?”

Hongo leaned in, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks as he kissed you. Lips soft and warm over yours. Parting gently as your eyes slid shut, his tongue tracing the fragile seam of your lips. Slipping in deeper as you moaned, your hands clutching his shoulders as peppermint flooded your mouth. Eagerly, he pressed deeper. Like he intended on inspecting your throat intimately. His hands trailing down to the hem of your sweater. Rubber grazing your skin as he rubbed up to your breasts. Pushing up your bra to tease your nipples. Happily drinking up your whines as you squirmed.

Your heart raced as you tried not to moan, but it was futile. His touch, even through gloves, was electrifying. His kiss all consuming. If it wasn’t the crackle of paper and leather underneath you, you would have forgotten where you were. You keened as he pinched and pulled at your breasts with a pleased groan. Pinning your thighs open with his body, hips gently grinding into your skirt, pushing the fabric up higher with every needy pass.

When he finally relinquished your lips, you gasped for air. Panting as your body shook. His eyes hungry for more.

“Doctor! Aaahn~!” You whined as he pushed up your sweater and exposed your sensitive breasts to the cold air.

“Hmmm… your breasts look lovely. Nothing amiss here, though perhaps I should take a closer look just in case?” Hongo mused playfully as he leaned in and took the hard nipple into his mouth. Toying with it between his tongue and teeth. Your heart raced hard in your chest as you failed to hold in your moans, hands gripping the collar of his coat. Yanking when he nipped and blew the damp skin with a frantic shudder. “Your reactions are amazing. Should have done this a lot sooner, could have had you on my table months ago… but there’s still one more place to check before I give you a clean bill of health, isn’t there?” Hongo asked with a grin, pulling away from you.

You couldn’t help the low whine as his heat left you. His hands pulling out something at the edge of the exam table. You rubbed your thighs together to take the edge off your growing arousal, mortified at how wet you were. But not as mortified when he finished pulling out the stirrups and your whole cunt throbbed at the promise.

Hongo pulled off your shoes and lifted up your thighs, settling your knees on the padded stirrups, heels resting on pedals after a minor adjustment. His face was almost obscured by your pencil skirt, but his eyes cut over the taut fabric with a silent question. His hot hands hovering over your hips.

“P-Please doctor!” You moaned, nearly gasping when his hands settled under your skirt. Pushing the fabric up until it no longer threatened to tear between your spread thighs. Palms rubbing your hips before slightly adjusting you up higher into a more comfortable position. Fingers trailing over your stockings to over your panties, teasing the seam where the two halves met. He looked enthralled at the slick slide of fabric against your pussy. Pressing easily between your folds through the fabric.

“Seems to be a healthy amount of arousal. But I think you’d benefit from an even closer inspection.” Hongo purred, ripping your stockings down the middle and your panties as well. “Oh, what a beautiful sight~” His hot breath washed over your cunt as he spread out your folds eagerly. His tongue quick to lap at your clit as you gasped.

You fell back against the leather padding, paper ripping in your hands you as you writhed. His gloved fingers slipping into your body as he probed your quivering walls. Tongue delving between your folds as you dripped under his attentions. He was thorough and hungry for your reactions. Diving into your cunt like he was starved, one free hand pressing your belly down to keep you still for him. His fingertips abusing every sensitive spot he found, searching for the one that made you want to scream.

And when he did find it, he pressed hard, grinding into that spot while panting praises into your pussy.

“I’ve been wanting to taste this for months.”

“Let me hear everything~”

“That’s right, just like that~ You need this so bad, I can tell~”

“Cum for me, just let it all go~ give it to me, baby~” You shuddered, clenching down on his hand as your thighs fought against the stirrups to slam shut to no avail.

“D-DOCTOR! A-Aaahh! O-Ohhh~! D-Doctor~!” You wailed, receiving only a hearty chuckle, his fingers now gently massaging your g-spot as you came down from your intense high. His lips pressed over your clit with soft licks over your drooling cunt.

He hummed after a long moment. Slowly withdrawing his hand and standing up, pulling off his gloves with a satisfied look.

“As I suspected.” Hongo declared with a grin, lips wet as he licked them. “You need an emergency treatment, immediately. Are you ready?” He asked gently, pointedly grabbing his belt.

Your heart stuttered as you nodded.

“Yes! Y-Yes, D-Doctor Hongo!” You cried out and he smiled, immediately shoving his pants down enough to free his cock. You didn’t get the opportunity to look before he pressed in close. Bracing one hand on your waist as he guided the tip to your folds. Brushing it between them, smearing your cum around before gently pressing in.

You shuddered as his thick cock spread you open, throbbing inside you with every inch gained. You struggled to breathe, gasping as he pressed forward, rocking back whenever your arousal started to run too thin for a seamless glide. Almost taunting you as he slowly hilted. Your body felt hot as he finally settled against your thighs as deep as he could go. Your pussy struggling around his length as he rocked against you. The small bit you couldn’t take sliding in and making you whine, your pussy pressing against his base briefly before he pulled back with a smirk.

“W-What a wonderful woman you are. Taking my cock so well. A-Anytime you need this, say the word. Anywhere. I’d happily bend my cute secretary over my desk anytime she wants. You make such cute noises though, I might have to gag you…” Hongo panted, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into place as you wailed. “But not tonight. You can cry out all you like tonight. Just for me. T-That’s it, just like that for me, baby~” Hongo groaned as he set a harsh pace. Driving the air from your lungs as you grew louder. Body tensing as he drove you closer to the edge again, cock pulsing inside you as sweat dripped down his face.

The room filled with the squeak of leather, paper ripping beneath you, your wet cunt being fucked open, and your loud cries. Words slurred past recognition as you wailed desperately beneath him. Affirmation or begging, you weren’t sure.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Special lunch under my desk, heh, not a bad idea. Maybe we can give it a try before we leave, I don’t think you’ll be able to walk for a while when I’m through with you. Will you?” Hongo panted hungrily as you struggled to figure out if you should shake your head for your quivering thighs or nod for the scandalous image of you kneeling under his desk. “Hmmm, what a good girl you are. Couldn’t ask for a better secretary~ Are you getting close? I think you are, I can feel you throttling my cock~! Well, don’t hold back. I want it all.” Hongo encouraged, fucking you into the table harder and faster.

You snapped, throat burning as you screamed, stirrups groaning as you seized beneath him. Squirting hard against his cock and balls. Hongo grunting in surprise as he fucked you that much harder, cursing under his breath. You whined when he suddenly pulled out, his fist slapping into his hips wetly as he spurted over your open thighs and cunt. Hot cum spraying onto your still quivering pussy with a deep, satisfied groan.

“H-Hongo…” You panted, collapsing against the exam table totally wrung out. He chuckled, kissing your knee as he also caught his breath.

“S-Shit, I got a little carried away there… do you want to take this back to my place?” Hongo asked softly. You swallowed hard and smiled back at him.

“I think I’ll need help walking…” You admitted and he laughed.

“Well, as a doctor, I think I can help with that~” Hongo preened. “Can’t think of a better way to spend the holiday.”

“Aren’t you supposed to not work on the holiday?” You asked faintly, struggling to remove your legs from the stirrups.

Hongo laughed.

“As if this could ever be called work! Besides, all you need is some good old-fashioned bedrest.” Hongo waggled his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” You smiled. “How much rest is involved in that?” Hongo pretended to consider the question as he lifted your legs up for you.

“Less than your actual doctor would recommend, I imagine.” He admitted with a wicked smile.

“I think…” You began softly, face hot, “I’d like to really disobey the doctor’s orders in this case.”

Hongo lit up with a bright smile.

“Well, they do say you should always get a second opinion!”

#December Event 2023 #one piece #hongo one piece #Hongo X Reader #TW: Medical kink #one piece smut

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heaven-s-black-box · 18 days ago

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Notes-General Masamune & more

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Recovery date: October 27th, 2024

Description: Ohh maybe hcs for some underrated characters sfw and nsfw relationship hcs for masamune sanada and jun

Includes- Aged up Character

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I came back to it! Honestly, I'd missed the nsfw portion when I first did the ask, and only noticed it when i went to post it. But I'm glad I came back to it because it was kind of fun. Added Shirakawa

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Masamune

I think… he enjoys a challenge

The chase is the foreplay, teasing each other for days on end

It’s easy with his pro schedule, lingering kisses in the morning as you rake your nails down his chest, thinly veiled innuendos, and you just don’t have time to really act on it

I don’t think he likes quickies, despite how convenient they may be

But when you finally have a chance to fuck, he’s in control and he is not going easy

Honestly hard to tell the difference between jealous and regular sex with him, there might not even be a difference

Sanada

He strikes me as a tease

The shit he has whispered in public, with a hand resting on your butt/in your back pocket

Also likes using sex to burn off extra adrenaline after a really good game, he just does extra training after crappy ones

He really likes when you ride him, he enjoys not having to do anything

But sometimes he changes his mind and decides to flip you under him, he really likes the surprised little noise you make

Pull his hair! Pull his hair! He’s very vocal during sex, but especially when you pull his hair

Jun

Wants to try shit from romance novels

Like, actually, seduce him with moves from one of his romance books (I imagine he starts reading actually romance books once he got through all the good manga) and he’s putty in your hands

Enjoys being at your mercy, edge him, overstimulate him

Whatever you do, he just can’t get you back

He’s tried, but all you have to do is bat your eyes and plead and he just… can’t

Also really likes when you wear lingerie or his clothes (if you buy him lingerie he will wear it)

Shirakawa

I think he’s surprisingly soft

You might expect teasing/ a some bullying but he strikes me as someone who enjoys holding hands during sex

That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy teasing, like Sanada he’s got quite the mouth on him

Prefers sex in bed, definitely has a bit of a thing about cleanliness, but kind of likes bath/shower sex (as long as everyone's feet are on the ground and you guys have some kind of traction mat or stickers)

Kind of a silly thing, but he can’t see half the time during sex because his bangs get in the way

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innerfare · 3 months ago

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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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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.”

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fanaticsnail · 6 months ago

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Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 2

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Word Count: 3,000+

Synopsis: Distance and time growing between you, your newfound niece gets up to mischief as her uncles' backs were all turned. Using your personal den-den-mushi, you receive updates on her growth from the ever competent first mate. .

Themes: Unrequited requited love, slow burn, long fic, long distance relationship, friends to lovers, found family dynamics, love over time, (smut, mdni 18+, NSFW - chapters will be marked accordingly), love-making, angst, hurt, gendered terms used, swearing, adult language.

Notes: Benn Beckman x f!reader, platonic!Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader, slight mention of MiShanks ship, Beginning: Shanks is 19, Mihawk is 23, Beckman is 30, f!reader is 22, Uta is 2 months old for the sake of the plot (canonically she's 2 years old). The f!reader is suggested to be native to Kuraigana with her mannerisms and language.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Over the next few months, your desk received alerts from the Red-Force’s crew. Each milestone depicted and sent off to you the moment it occurred, no matter the hour. You received snail-portraits of Uta's first time sitting up, her first true smile, her first attempt at rolling, and her first taste of solid food.

Shanks had managed to sneak in a few candid captures of her interacting with the crew: Yasopp and Roux feeding her a bone leg of lamb, Hongo performing a physical, and a few tantrums here and there. Your favorite moment captured was Beckman reclining in an armchair on the deck with Uta asleep on his chest, his eyes closed and completely relaxed.

The next time you saw Uta at Kuraigana was when she had begun to crawl. She did not remember you, but she soon warmed to you the longer you spent together. You had to strongarm Mihawk in allowing the crew to stay for a stretch longer than three days, but as soon as he saw you smile with Uta in your arms - he was held victim to the chance to see you happy.

Your happiness in Kuraigana was scarce, your duties in managing his affairs left you without much time for relational recreation. The only opportunities you had to relax were when you slipped within your bedsheets and claimed dreamless slumber. As soon as you awoke, there was no time for relaxation: always working, always organizing Mihawk's affairs.

Each time you were left with Uta, Beckman would not be far behind. The two of you would fawn over the small child; pushing her on a small swing you forced Mihawk to hang, feeding her her dinners, crawling on the floor beside her, pulling faces to see her smile. Beckman always fell beside you, enjoying seeing his niece interact with the woman who held his heart without her realizing it.

The next time the Red-Hair crew departed, it was harder to let go. Uta’s soft coo and outstretched arms calling to you had your chest tighten and eyes swell. The sting of the crew leaving was only temporarily dulled by the strong embrace the first-mate offered you.

Beckman's soothing assurances that they would return soon only briefly balmed the ache, before the absence of his form over the horizon began to slowly seep in. You suddenly began to realize that you missed him too.

The next time you had an encounter with the Red-Hair pirates was when you took some shore leave from your duties with Mihawk on Kuraigana. You said it was to get some respite and some sun into your skin, but it was truly a rouse to establish a chain of whispers for your own personal gain. You missed the thrill of being a spymistress, but forging a link to the old world kept you at bay.

In town, a small red and white body toddled over and brushed against your leg. Glancing down, you immediately recognised the split-coloured hair as Uta.

“Oh, gorgeous girl!” you immediately cried in glee, dropping to your knees on the dirt pathway, “Uta, my love! Do you recognise me?”

The child did not talk, eyeing you cautiously as a huffing twenty-year old chased after the lost toddler.

“There you are, Uta! I was worried sick! You've gotten quick now that you're walk-,” Shanks halted his sentence, immediately blurting out, “-Pretty lady!”

“Hello captain,” you uttered in a disinterested and slightly offended tone, “And who was going to tell me Uta started to run?” Shanks looked sheepishly to his toes, kicking at the ground and scuffing his sandals.

“That's my fault, Darlin’,” you felt your spine ignite upon hearing Beckman's voice behind you. Uta carefully studied your face, darting her eyes between yours as your grin spread up your face.

“Beckman,” you uttered just as darkly as you did with Shanks, “Care to explain yourself?”

Beckman took a moment to collect his thoughts. Most of them were rallying around the fact he looked so disheveled in his appearance. His hair was a mess, his face was growing a fresh layer of rough stubble, his shirt was ruffled, and his arm was occupied with an amass of gun-cleaning equipment.

You rose to face him, studying his features and ushering Uta to brace herself against your leg for stability. As soon as Beckman's eyes met yours, he knew he was lost to the thought of composing a lie.

“Roux sat on the transponder, shattered the shell,” he confessed, holding his gaze firmly affixed to your own, “Had to purchase a new one, misplaced Mihawk's transceiver codes and I couldn't find it anywhere. I've been lookin’, Darlin’. Believe me, I've been lookin’. I was gonna start writin’ to you, but we just didn't have the time between ports and with Uta-.”

“-Enough,” You grumbled at him, pulling out a piece of parchment paper from your satchel and marking down several numbers and codes upon the page, “I get it, you're all very busy men.”

Beckman trailed your hands as they etched calligraphy into the parchment, his breath hitching as he realized exactly what you were gifting him with.

“Here,” you uttered firmly, handing him the parchment paper, “The top is Mihawk's, the second is the new printer shell on my desk, and the third is,” you leant closer to him, eyes narrow as you looked up into his face sternly, “My personal ear shell.”

Your lips quirked up as you noticed the soft bob in his Adams apple, chalking it up to the intimidation you were forcing on him and not allowing your thoughts to run away with you.

“See you don't lose it this time,” you snarled at him before turning towards Uta, “I need to see how my beautiful niece is growing, and keep tabs so I can spoil her.”

“I won't lose it,” Beckman uttered, slipping the paper within his tobacco pouch and tapping it twice, “Treat my words like a vow, Darlin’.”

Smirking, you raised your hand and collected Beckman's right cheek within your left palm. You ushered him towards you, and as soon as he was low enough, you pressed a lengthy kiss against his scruffy left cheek. You hummed against his flesh, feeling the pricks of his scratchy skin against your lips.

Beckman wished he'd spent a little more time on grooming as he felt you smile against his skin. Breaking away from his cheek, you held his gaze. Your eyes darted between his two gray orbs, flicking briefly down to his lips before refocusing on his eyes. You felt a swell of boldness within you, opting to lean into the feeling.

“Call me any time,” you whisper to him, watching the soft tremble in his lip and bob of his throat once again.

“Aye, I will.”

For the first few months, you only heard sporadically from the Red-Hairs regarding Uta. A first word, a first full nursery rhyme, a picture of her hair getting longer and less manageable.

And then the first unusual call came through to you. It was early in the morning, beginning to ready the brew coffee for the lord of Kuraigana as he bathed and groomed himself. Your small shell chirped to life, causing you to cock your head to the side and raise it to your ear.

“Hello, who is-?” you began, halting when the other end spoke atop you.

“-Oh, Darlin’. I have been cravin’ you somethin’ fierce,” Beckman’s slurred speech and candor set you on edge, his rumbly cadence causing your heart to flutter.

“Beckman, is something wrong? Where's Uta?” your first concerns were the safety of the small child, the crew an afterthought. You knew the Red-Hair crew could handle themselves, but a child at sea? That was something truly worth being concerned about.

“She's with Shanks, she's fine. I-I just-...” he trailed off. You held your breath as you awaited for him to conclude his thoughts, “...I just needed to hear you, and you always know what to say.”

Interest peaked, you focussed your attention on the inhale and exhale on the other line: noticing a rough growl in his tone.

“You sound exhausted, Becks,” you confessed to him, pouring boiling water atop the coffee grounds and watching the water drop down into a glass vessel, “Things getting a little rough?”

“You have no idea,” the low rumble of his voice relayed through the shell. You hummed at him, softly placing down the boiling water pot and ensuring the shell was firmly tucked in your ear.

“Want to tell me about it?” you offered to him, assembling two ceramic cups and saucers. He sighed into the shell, you assume exhaling a long drag of smoke from his lips.

“I’ll give you a brief rundown, sweetheart,” Beckman’s exasperated grumble caused your heart to flutter, “The boys and I were docked at port, all coupled off with a few of the locals,” you nodded along to his tale.

“Go on,” you encouraged him with a soft hum, placing a few sugar cubes into Mihawk's coffee cup and twirling a spoon.

“I was gone for one night. One single night,” you smirked into the transponder, humming a single “Mm hmm,” to have him continue.

“And Uta…” Beckman sighed, and you were almost sure you heard a soft sniffle, “...She ate a damn devil fruit.”

“She what?” you shot back, dropping your silver spoon onto the floor, “Uta did what? Where was Shanks? Where was the rest of the crew?”

“Shanks was napping, and Uta just climbed out of her crib-,” you cut him off.

“-And while you all were swinging your cocks and getting messy with the locals,” you shot at him, “My beautiful, sweet, darling niece has now doomed herself to be unable to ever swim and been given cosmic powers. Beckman, I am appalled.”

Silence grew thick between you both, the absence of words allowed you to truly listen to the soft sobs falling from the first-mate. You widen your eyes in shock, quickly backtracking to your earlier conversation.

“Oh, Becks. I didn't mean you don't deserve to let loose every once in a while,” you softened your tone, “Shanks is nearly twenty one, and Uta is just over two. She needs active supervision at all times-.”

“-It was my fault,” he uttered softly, “I'm the oldest. I'm the one that keeps the boys in line. I-I just-...” you allowed him to linger in the moment he was experiencing, collecting his thoughts, “...I just wanted to hear your voice. Readin’ your letters were not enough this time.”

That caught you off guard. You would often exchange letters to be read to Uta at night: soft poems you would compose at your desk, affirmations to encourage her, and always marked with a signature sign off depicting your love for her.

“Oh, Beckman,” you whispered into the receiver, your lips ticking up in the corners, “The offer to call me at any time still stands,” you heard him shuffle on the other end, “You could talk about Uta, you could talk about sea travels. You could call even if you just want to talk about what type of coffee we're drinking here lately.” He chuckled in a low rumble, biting back another soft sniff.

“What type of coffee are you drinking there lately?” he huffed out in a breathy laugh.

“Today, it's a dark roast I ordered from likely where you are currently,” you giggled, “I'll save you some when you bring my niece to come and visit her favorite aunty.”

“I’d like that, Darlin',” his smile carried the smooth baritone of his voice through the transponder, having your heart swell from such a great distance away.

After taking a moment to dwell in silence, you softly uttered, “What happened with Uta was not your fault. You deserve to take a lover from time to time,” you stooped to reclaim the spoon from the floor and place it in the sink for later cleaning, “And Uta is your niece. Shanks is her father, and he should be held accountable for this.”

After several more moments of silence, Beckman gained the courage to half-admit his longing for something more.

“I don't take lovers, Darlin’,” he confessed, prompting you to quirk your head to the side and furrow your brows in confusion, “I enjoy women, sure. Lovers are not something I could maintain. The women I enjoy spending time with know that when meetin’ me, and I appreciate that in them-.”

“-Oh, Beckman,” you laughed into the transponder piece, “What you do with your women is of no business of mine,” you switched the transponder to your other ear, readying the coffee elements on a tray for Mihawk, “And if you ever did bind yourself to a lad or lass in matrimony, all I'd ever ask for is an invitation to the party.”

Beckman closed his eyes, his lips parting with a soft smile ticking up at the corner of his mouth. He almost felt like confessing then and there that you would never receive an invitation to that event, should it ever occur for him. He'd want you to be the other person waiting at the end of the aisle.

Bidding each other a soft farewell, you ended the call and noticed Mihawk loitering in the doorway. His hair was damp, loose ringlets rapidly drying on his head as he scrunched it in his towel.

“Beckman?” Mihawk gave in to allowing a smirk to creep up his face. You nodded, handing him his coffee cup and excused yourself to attend to your duties.

Mihawk's eyes trailed after you, shaking his head with a softer smile. All of his thoughts swirled with how oblivious you both were to the others' affections.

The next time you spoke with Beckman was later in the week. He informed you first on Uta's development before talking to you about the weather, the sea, the latest exploits they ran into, and all the whole: the soft call of the young toddler bouncing at his feet had you swoon.

“Beckman,” you uttered at him, him answering with a simple “Yes, Darlin'?” You smiled at this established title first, before you commanded him to pass the transponder to the young child.

Although it was just simple words and soft babbles strung into soft and loose sentences from Uta, you spoke to her about all that took your fancy. Asking about her Dad, her uncles, her dinner: a few key phrases she could truly understand, you had her cooing into the transponder in response.

“Okay, beautiful girl,” you praised her, “You think you could give the shell to Uncle Beckman? Aunty needs to hear from him again.”

“And what do you need to hear me say, hm?” Beckman's cool voice purred into the phone. You giggled in response, prompting Mihawk to roll his eyes as he reclined in his seat at the table.

“Ask him when they’ll next be in the east blue,” Mihawk asked, his voice laced with disinterested boredom, “I need to speak to Shanks in person about something that I can't have traced back to me.”

“Yes, sir,” you called over your shoulder to your boss, “I'll ask Beckman. Did you hear the question, Sweetheart?” The soft nickname just slipped out before you could recall it.

Beckman choked on his words, his body automatically responding with a soft warmth engulfing his chest at the title. You had been casually talking for two years, and only now been intentionally seeking each other out with your shell transponders.

Although Beckman remained taking casual flings from port to port, he could barely contain the way his body responded to the small slip up from you. He closed his eyes, feeling the name swirl in his mind - committing your soft tone to memory before speaking.

“I didn't quite catch it, Darlin’,” he whispered, gnawing on his lip a little as he tested you, “Would you mind repeating it again?” You giggled, walking beside Mihawk and collecting his hat and overcoat to hang on the door for cleaning.

“Lord Mihawk was wondering when you were next to dock in the east blue so he could set up a rendezvous,” you reiterated, going back to your desk and taking several jotted notes, “Care to share your Captain's plans with me, Beckman?”

Beckman grumbled on the other end of the line. Mihawk's brow arched, gaining your attention by flourishing his hands. He raised his index finger to his lips, curling his tongue around two overemphatic, silent syllables: “Sweet-Heart.”

A soft blush rose to your cheeks, your eyes rapidly blinking as you realized three things: you had called Benn Beckman ‘sweetheart’, Benn Beckman was pouting that you didn't call him ‘sweetheart’ a second time, and Dracule Mihawk was prompting you to flirt by reinstating the former title to Beckman over the transponder. You gulped back your dry mouth, gathering the courage to speak.

“Go on, sweetheart,” you purred quietly into the transponder, “Give me a date and time.”

Beckman enthusiastically relayed to you the next time the Red-Hair pirates were to dock in the east blue, down to the last decimal point. You giggled into the transponder, the call ending with a small promise of further conversation and a click of the shell.

Mihawk studied your face, looking down at your notes before taking the paper from you. He gave you a silent squeeze of the shoulder, turning on his heel and calling to you over his shoulder.

“Benn Beckman is in love with you,” Mihawk stated monotonously, “He has been for a while, likely even before you began working for me.”

You snapped your eyes up to him, watching as he turned his head and revealed his soft smirk.

“He is a valuable ally, a wonderful first-mate and a spectacular friend, my lord,” you uttered with a tone of warning, “He does not see me this way, and I am not going to have such thoughts cloud my mind and corrupt my day. I chose you, not Shanks, Mihawk.”

“A decision I appreciate greatly, my dear. You make a wonderful secretary and truly a good friend,” he hummed, his smirk turning into a smile, “But it does not change the fact you have an admirer in Benn Beckman.”

Before you could utter a word in your defense, Mihawk fled the room to go to his wing and enjoy some recreation reading. You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts as you continued to work.

#one piece #x reader #benn beckman #benn beckman x reader #op beckman #f!reader #op benn beckman #one piece x reader

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merbear25 · 18 days ago

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Hello 😊

I’ve seen your post about open request and I’m so happy 😄

I’d like to send you my request: Hongo x fem reader, NSFW, in which he makes a surprise visit and it’s been a long time since the have seen each other.

I hope it’s ok, have a lovely day 😘😘

Hello again! I'm more than happy to write this for you and even happier to know that you were excited to send something in 🥺 I hope you like it! 💜💜

With the rolling waves cascading on the sandy shores, you found yourself waiting for them to carry your lover back into your arms. Days turned into nights as the constellations shifted in the sky, bringing on a familiar heartache of what could be being postponed over and over again. That’s why when the ship you thought you’d forgotten appeared in the distance, you were hesitant to believe your own eyes.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, slight angst and pining, female masturbation, some fluff, established relationship, reunion sex, vaginal penetration and fingering, teasing, creampie

Here and now (Hongo)

Sitting at your window, daydreams of your other half coming through your front door made the last time he did so feel more and more distant. The sounds of crashing waves and the subtle breeze from the sea made you hum deep in thought. Your eyes fluttered closed and you nuzzled against your own open palm while imagining it was his. Oh, how you missed him in every sense of the word: his reassuring smile, his laugh, the way his hands felt on you.

As you imagined your hands were his, they trailed over and down your hips and thighs. Your delicate fingers helped spread your legs as they found your softness in between. Memories of moments you shared together played as your fingers rubbed at the growing wet patch. Riding the waves of euphoria over the cliffs of climax were met with panting and a subtle ache deep within your heart; those hands giving you pleasure weren’t his.

Satisfied only physically, your emotional state was chaotic, its own waves crashing against your most personal thoughts as you fell asleep dreaming of when you could lay beside each other again.

The following morning was met with dark clouds, and like every morning prior, you instinctively went to your window that overlooked the vast waters. Expecting them to greet you with their usual blank horizon, a spec appeared over it growing larger in size the longer your gaze held on it.

The wooden sides, the sail, the cheers from onboard: they made your heart pound against your chest with anticipation—a clench at your chest that incited hope and skepticism. Running to the docks, tears that were reserved for this moment began running down your cheeks. Your eyes immediately met his. That beaming smile and energetic wave thrown your way were returned with your own enthusiasm.

He was home. It didn’t matter for how long because he was there at that moment, and you were going to cherish it for as long as you could.

Crossing that threshold without so much as a breath away from each other, the desire for intimacy was burning under your flesh. The heat building between you was making the room stuffy and your clothes uncomfortably tight. Peeling each garment off of each other was done methodically, your eyes never leaving the other’s.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His lips caressed your neck while his hands roamed up your skirt and gripped your hips. Those long slender fingers that had graced your dreams slipped under your waist band and trailed closer to your quivering center.

Your shaky gasp was met with his low groan when he felt your slick arousal. “I’ve missed you so much,” you whined.

“I’ve missed you too, darling.” He moved from your neck to claim your lips once more. You whimpered as his fingers circled around your most sensitive area. Seeing your legs tremble and that sweet face he’d been thinking about since the departure get flustered made his eyes roll back and flutter shut. You were everything to him. He couldn’t resist plunging his fingers deep inside your needy pussy.

Cries of pleasure passed over your soft lips, making you so much sweeter, so much more difficult to resist delving head first into. As you clawed at the sheets, your walls clenched around him. Your pants and moans were met with his own groans as your arousal creamed on his fingers. Just as you began shaking from an approaching orgasm, he promptly pulled himself away from you.

You arched your body and rutted against the bed in protest, but he was far from done with you. He brought his slick fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Watching your expression grow dark with lust as his tongue swirled around them was nearly enough to push him over the edge.

Not needing to keep either of you waiting any longer, he crawled on top of you. Leaving a trail of hot wet kisses up your body, each caress he bathed you in sent you spiraling further into the abyss of euphoria. Just barely hovering over you, the tip of his erection nestled against your entrance. Pushing the head past your soaked folds, you moaned in unison, which made it impossible not to thrust the entirety of himself into you.

Each gasp and moan had your body trembling under him. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he breathed, leaning down to wrap you in his arms.

He held you closely, tightly, desperately as he moved inside you with reckless abandon. The sensation of your nails digging into his back as you unraveled around him was a testament to his restraint, one which he was neither able to keep a hold of nor wanting to.

Murmurs of I love yous accompanied the slapping of your hips. The sweet, musky scent of sex filled the room, wrapping you both entirely in your shared carnal urges. As you tossed your head back from the pure and utter bliss coursing through you, he was quick to follow suit. With a guttural growl rumbling in his chest, he then gasped at his sudden release inside of you. A few lingering waves were ridden out through small thrusts.

He pulled away slightly to get a look at the pinnacle of beauty underneath him; you were completely spent but met his gaze with a weak smile. Cupping your face, he leaned down to place tender, loving kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and finally your lips.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you admitted with a tinge of sadness.

“I know. I wish we could too, but right now everything feels absolutely perfect.” He pulled you into his arms, not wanting to think about any time other than the present.

#x reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece smut #hongo one piece #op x you #op x reader #one piece hongo #hongo x reader

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shirohige-pirates · 2 months ago

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Hey Doll

CisFem Reader x Thatch

CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

tag list: @mfreedomstuff @harahettania @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 15: Anger Management

Thatch parked in the hospital after stopping to get food, and the two of you sat at one of the break benches the staff and some of the patients used. A couple minutes later Marco showed up, and came over to where you were.

“Stopped for food and still beat me here.” He says by way of greeting, catching the wrap that Thatch tosses him. “Oh, thanks.”

“Sure thing, brother.” Thatch says.

Marco peels the wrapping off and practically inhales the wrap in three bites. You thought you’d seen everything when it came to how people eat, with all the different functions your parents had dragged you to, but you couldn’t stop the look of shock on your face at the feat.

Thatch laughs, and Marco grins after he swallows the last of it.

“Eat fast, or eat last.” Marco says. “Usually I slow down in the company of others, but I’m going to go in ahead of you two and grab Hongo, yoi.” He steps away and then turns back. “Actually, just wait out here, if I can I’ll just have him come out.”

You look from Marco as he dashes into the hospital and look over at Thatch. You tilt your head a little and he smiles.

“Hospital admission means paperwork. Paperwork means dealing with questions. Marco’s friend can keep it minimal, but I think it’s best we keep this out of the system until we decide what we’re doing tonight.” Thatch explains. “If we have to admit you, then we will. It won’t be a big deal either way.”

You nod. “I see, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, doll.” He says with a smile. “I know it’ll take time, but you can ask me anything you want. Anytime. Even if I look busy. You don’t have to stay in the dark anymore.”

“No I-.” You stop, pressing your lips together and look down at the picnic table for a long moment. “I’ll try.”

Thatch smiles and you look up, and then past him, and see Marco coming back with someone in tow. The man’s just a little shorter than Marco, with his muted blonde hair pulled back into a short ponytail. He’s wearing a long white coat and scrubs under that, certainly the doctor.

He gives you a warm smile as Marco introduces him. “This is Dr. Hongo, a good friend of ours.” He steps back, letting Hongo step closer. “Doc, Thatch’s match, Miss Kakusho.”

“Not a bad patch job for a cook.” Hongo says, teasing Thatch a little before he looks at you more directly. “May I see your wrist, miss?”

You hold your arm out and Hongo kneels down and takes it carefully. His fingers are warm, and the grip is firm, but he’s being careful not to press any more than he needs to where it’s bruised or swollen. “When did this happen?”

“This morning.” You answer flatly and automatically. “I fell.”

Thatch and Marco exchange looks, and even Hongo looks over at them. There’s an unease among the three of them, but it takes a moment more for you to realize it. You put your other hand to your mouth, your eyes going wide.

“No I… I’m sorry.” You feel your stomach knot. “I… said that without thinking.”

Thatch says something in a language you don’t know. He’s turned away from you so you can’t see the look on his face, but his tone is pretty universal. For a second you worry that he’s angry with you for lying, and you can feel yourself start to panic.

“Oi!” Marco admonishes. He looks over at you. “That wasn’t directed at you.” Marco clarifies for you, before smacking Thatch upside the back of his head.

“But it did happen this morning?” Hongo prompts, pulling your attention back to him, and you nod.

“Sometime after nine.”

Hongo carefully turns your arm and presses on the swell, looking at your face as he does it. After a moment he stands up and gives you what you’ve come to know as The Doctor Look™. Something was wrong, and you weren’t going to be released with instructions to ice it or keep it wrapped.

“I know you wanted to avoid getting admitted, but I need to x-ray it.” He says. “Whether a learned behavior, or an unlucky turn of events, Miss Kakusho, you do not react visibly to pain. I can’t tell the severity of that injury without an x-ray. I doubt it’s broken, but there could be stress fractures.”

“I’m sorry.” You say and Hongo shakes his head.

“Regardless of the cause, there’s nothing for you to apologize for. If you want to give Thatch your ID, he can get you signed in while I get you x-rayed.” He explains and you nod, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your ID. “Hey, Elvis.”

Thatch looks up at Hongo, giving him a bit of a face.

“You better tell her what you said later. It’s rude to talk in that babble y’all invented unless you mean to teach her.” There’s a teasing tone of the edges of his words and Thatch sticks his tongue out.

The four of you head into the hospital, and while Hongo guides you into the interior, Marco stays with Thatch at the front desk to get you signed in. The doctor walks straight to an empty room for the x-rays, and between the two of you, you got through them easily enough.

“You’re used to hospitals.” He says and you nod. There’s a moment of silence and you look up to see a pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry, no one should have to be used to a hospital.”

You aren’t sure what to say to that, and Hongo ends up escorting you to a room without much else said. Once he gets you settled in he marks the room occupied and lets you know that he’ll send Marco and Thatch in soon as he sees them. He’s going to get the x-rays sorted and either way he’ll be back in a few minutes.

Out of habit you’re sitting on the bed, but since you don’t feel dizzy or sleepy you haven’t laid down. You think that you should probably feel exhausted by this point, it’s been a long day already.

True to Hongo’s words, however, you barely get a chance to let your mind wander when there’s a light knock on the door, and Marco and Thatch come into the room. Marco has a smile on his face, and Thatch is trying his best, but the taller man is struggling.

“Hanging in there?” Marco asks and you nod. He looks from you to Thatch and back and pats the top of your head softly. “I’ll leave you two alone until the doc gets back.”

Thatch sits down next to you on the bed.

“I’m… not mad at you.” Thatch says quietly. He holds his hand out and you set your hand in it. “I really, really hate your parents, though.”

Your eyes go wide. You’d come across plenty of people who were visibly put off by your parents, and plenty more who knew they were charlatans of a sort, even if they didn’t know the details. Plenty of people disliked your parents - Tashigi and Smoker came to mind immediately, but Thatch was the first person you’d known to say it so plainly.

You don’t say anything. You’re not going to defend them, but speaking ill of them is difficult.

“And don’t apologize.” Thatch adds, looking over at you. The expression on his face isn’t harsh, but more concerned. “Don’t apologize for them. They… they don’t deserve it.”

After a moment you put your hands in your lap, looking down at them and trying to collect your thoughts. Thatch stays still, giving you a chance to speak.

“…My… My parents are,” you press your lips together, making fists with your hands despite the pain that zings up your arm. “They raised me, so it would stand to reason that I am… just the same.”

“Huh? No, that’s-.” Thatch slips off the bed and faces you, bending down and making sure you’re looking at him. “Even if you picked up bad habits from them, or even if you acted just like them - and by the seas you absolutely do not - you’re still your own person. You get to choose who you are, and if that means you want to act like them, then so be it. But you don’t, and if you’re worried that you eventually will, or that you already do, I’ll help you, okay?”

“You’ll…” You words stutter as your breath hitches. You can feel yourself getting ready to cry. You’re becoming tired of crying so much lately, but every time you turn around it seems like something’s causing turmoil for better or worse.

“I’ll help. I won’t let you become like your parents, even if I think it’s impossible, it doesn’t matter. I promise.” He says, reaching up and wiping the back of his knuckles against your cheek. “If that’s what you’re worried about, I won’t let it happen.”

Marco clears his throat, stepping back into the room with Hongo. He’s carrying splints, gauze and wrapping, and Marco has a box in his hands that looks like a care package.

“Hairline fractures.” Hongo explains. “There’s just a couple and they’re minor. But I don’t want you to move that wrist for at least a week, at least no more than you have to.” He pulls up a rolling stool, as Thatch moves out of his way and sits across from you. “Casts can be a real pain, and I’m sending you off with two weeks of materials for this. You’re going to need help, but I have a feeling you’ll be surrounded by a bunch of people happy to help.”

You smile as Hongo walks you, Thatch, and Marco through the process of setting the splints and how to wrap them correctly. He even wraps Thatch and Marco’s wrists to show them the kind of tension they’ll need to use, since it won’t be easy to see if you’re in pain or not.

“Keep an eye on your fingers.” Hongo adds. “If they turn red or blue or just look weird, take the splint off. It might be too tight and cutting off circulation.” He pauses for a moment and then looks at you. You can almost see the gears spinning behind his eyes.

“Miss Kakusho, can you feel pain?”

You tilt your head at the question and then nod. “Of course.”

“On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your wrist?” You furrow your brows and Hongo continues. “You know when you stub your toe, and it hurts really bad for a second, but then it’s not too bad?” You nod and he smiles. “Okay, if we say that initial pain is a three or four, and the dull ache after is more of a one or two, how’s your wrist feel compared to that?”

“… A four or five. It’s that initial pain, but constant.” You answer.

Hongo smiles. “Alright, that’s what I expected. There are some pain pills in the kit Marco has. If the pain gets worse, or if you just want a break from the pain you’re feeling now, take one. Even half of one. If the pain gets to where it you’re concerned, let someone know so they can get you back here. I’ll be in your file as your attending.”

“Does this place even have another doctor?” Marco teases.

“Humph. The new kid’s doing good,” he waves the conversation away. “Listen, doctor’s orders, don’t suffer in silence. Use these bastards like the work horses they are, and let the big oaf-.”

“He’s not an oaf.” You don’t yell, but you raise your voice and all three of them are looking at you. “Or.. Or a brute. He’s very kind, so please don’t call him an oaf.”

Thatch is looking up at the ceiling and Marco looks like it’s his birthday. His wide grin turns mischievous as he looks over at Thatch, who is pointedly trying to ignore everyone as he desperately attempts to regain his composure.

Hongo blinks in shock, and then smiles. “Noted, my apologies Miss Kakusho. Still, let Thatch pamper you while your wrist heals. He’ll be more than happy to attend you.” Hongo turns toward the others. “Marco, give that to Thatch, help me with this closing paperwork so these two can go to your dad’s house.”

“Sure, sure, yoi.” Marco smiles at you as he hands off the care package to Thatch. “See you at the house later, little firecracker.”

Thatch tucks the care package under one arm when Hongo and Thatch leave and holds his other hand out to you.

“Shall we?” He prompts and you smile softly.

“Yes, let’s shall.” Taking Thatch’s offered hand the two of you head out of the hospital.

Hongo wasn’t kidding when he said Thatch would be delighted to attend you. Every chance that presented itself was a sweet “Allow me,” from him as he opened every door that didn’t already open on its own for you. He even offered to buckle you in if you were having difficulties with it, and since you were struggling you accepted the offered help.

Despite how easy he seemed to blush and fluster, he was at ease as he reached over and buckled you in, giving you an easy smile when your eyes met for a brief moment.

“Thank you,” you say softly as he puts the car in gear.

“Of course. It’s probably cheesy to say, but I’ve always wanted to be able to, I don’t know, I guess pamper is the right word, but I’ve always wanted to pamper a pretty girl.” He admits, his cheeks dusting pink. “Pops says if I’da been born before the match program I’da been a womanizer.”

“I can’t imagine you treating someone that poorly.” You reply and Thatch coughs before he laughs.

“Thanks, doll.” He flinches and goes quiet for a moment after the words leave his mouth. “You know… I asked before, but I think I understand a lot more now, and I want to ask you something again, but don’t tell me the answer you think I want to hear, okay?”

You tilt your head, unsure of where he’s going with this. “I… will do my best.”

“I can live with that.” He clears his throat. “When we first met I asked if I could call you doll, and you’d said something about it being fitting.”

“I did.” You admit.

“I -.” Thatch stops and goes silent for a long moment. You sit quietly as he drives and eventually he sighs. “Are you really okay with me callin’ you doll?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly.

“… Can I ask why?”

You can feel the heat at the back of your neck, but you do your best to answer. “Because when you say it… it feels warm… and I think I like hearing you say it.”

“Then, I’ll keep saying it.”

The rest of the car ride was mostly silent. Thatch pointed out some places he worked when he was a kid as he drove by them. He talked a little bit about his high school years and how none of the other kids probably ever knew him and his brothers lived in a manor of all things. It was enjoyable to just listen to him, the timber and cadence of his voice was relaxing, and you were sure he was keeping his volume down for your sake.

You’d heard him bellow, even if it was only once, you were certain he could easily speak louder.

“Huh?” Thatch questions as he pulls clear of the tree line, bringing the manor proper into view. “There’s company?”

There was a black SUV car parked by the central fountain, and two men in black suits were standing at the bottom of the steps leading up to the main entrance. Pops was standing at the doors, with Izou and Haruta on either side of him. They looked relaxed, but there was something off about it that made you nervous.

“The hell is the NWO doing here?” Thatch grumbles, parking the car. “Hang on, I’ll come around and help you out.”

You nod, and Thatch comes around to your side, opening the door and undoing the seatbelt for you. He grabs the care package and then offers a hand to help you step out. The two of you walk up to the front doors and the two men in black turn toward you both.

One has a severe expression on his face, a striking stylized goatee, and - you must be imagining it - a pigeon on his shoulder. Long black hair gave him an ominous air, and you already decided you weren’t going to like him. The other was far friendlier looking, his short blonde hair and demeanor was in jarring contrast to his partner’s.

“You must be Miss Kakusho.” The blonde man says, giving you a bright smile. “My name is Kaku, and my associate’s name is Lucci. We were hoping for a moment of your time.”

You look from Kaku to Edward Newgate. The older man’s expression softens, and he nods.

“We will welcome them if you want, Miss Kakusho, but you are not legally obligated to entertain them.” He explains, and you see Lucci’s expression twist for a second.

“I’ve… I’ve had a long day.” You begin and catch the barest flinch in Kaku’s smile. “Perhaps tomorrow? I’ll be at Thatch’s… at my home.”

“You feel safe here then?” Kaku questions and you nod. He lets a small sigh slip, and then smiles. “Very well Miss Kakusho, we’ll be by tomorrow.”

“Thank you for your understanding.” You say carefully, and Kaku gives you a cheerful wave as Lucci stalks away.

You stand in silence with everyone else as the car starts and the two pull away from the fountain. You don’t have to watch them leave, the eyes of everyone on the porch and Thatch are already on them.

“Are they gone?” You question so softly only Thatch hears you.

“Almost.” He answers going quiet for a few more seconds. “They’re past the tree line now they, whoa!” Thatch almost drops to his knees, catching you with an arm around your waist as your legs buckle. He tosses the care package up to Izou, and holds you steady as you try to stand on shaky legs.

You’re almost crying in relief, but it’s been too much for a single day. Your mom coming over on the heels of your father the day before. Spilling everything to Thatch, and you still weren’t sure that was the right call, but you didn’t have a choice, and then the trip to the hospital. You were grateful you had lunch, but now it was sitting uneasily in your stomach.

The NWO agents had been entirely too intense, and you had no idea why they had been here.

“You’ve faced down a lot today, Doll.” He says reassuringly. “It’s okay, I got you.”

“I can’t,” you try to put weight on your legs again but they just crumple again. “I can’t seem to stand.” There’s an edge in your voice, a fear that if you can’t walk you’ll be a burden, but the rising concern breaks as you let out a surprised yelp. Without a word, Thatch turns you easily and picks you up just as effortlessly.

One arm under your thighs, he has your good arm against his chest, and his hand against your other shoulder, steadying you as he stands. It takes you a second to catch up to what’s happened, but you look over at Thatch, who is close, very close, of course he’s close he’s carrying you right now, and feel the heat rise in your face.

“Hang in there. I’m just going to get you inside.” He says quietly, and you swear you can feel the heat rolling off him as much as yourself.

You decide to focus on the yellow scarf around his neck as he steps into the house, so you don’t really see anyone else, you just feel the sensation of Thatch walking. You don’t notice the expressions on anyone else’s face, so you don’t know if they’ve noticed your injuries or your embarrassment, but no one says anything until you get settled in.

“Put her in my chair.” Newgate instructs as Thatch heads to the living room.

“Sure, Pops.” He shifts you carefully, setting you in a large leather chair that is every bit as comfortable as it is imposing. You feel a bit like you’re doing something wrong, but the fact that you were effectively ordered to sit here makes it easier.

“Why were the NWO here?” Thatch asks as the other three file into the living room and sit down. He stays standing, one arm resting on the back of the large leather chair.

Pops waves the question away. “Pointless reasons. It seems Miss Kakusho’s parents have little else better to do than to lie to the government.”

Izou catches your gaze for a moment, a dark look on his face before he banishes it with a smile. “Seems we should’ve risked poisoning the gardens after all.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head, but Izou just continues to smile politely until his father clears his throat.

“Miss Kakusho,” he hesitates even as you look toward him. The look on his face reminds you of how Thatch was looking at you when he found you under the dining table earlier that day. “What happened, child?”

You start from the beginning. How you found the phone in your things, and the note attached to it. You were exhausted from the long day, but you didn’t have the energy to be emotional about any of it, so it made it easier to talk through, step by step. Haruta got up and made everyone something to drink as soon as you mentioned the rogue phone.

You could feel Thatch tense beside you when you got into detail about your father’s threat in the warehouse. Marco came into the living room when you started talking about your mother’s visit that morning, the smile, and greeting on his lips fading into a dark expression.

They all listened silently as you reached the point when Thatch came home. He took over at that point, telling them about the conversation you two had, the hospital stop and then ending up here.

“With the agents showing up, I’m betting your mother told your father what she’d done and they reacted in a panic.” Haruta offers. Out of everyone else in the room he seems to be managing his emotions the best. He’s neutral, but even Izou looks visibly angry.

“We can adjust easily enough.” Newgate says, looking down at you. “Miss Kakusho, I think it would be wise if you rested before dinner. Afterward we’ll discuss some things and decide on what to do going forward.”

You nod, the offer of rest, and the weight of the day, already making your eyes heavy. The large chair was very comfortable, and you wondered idly as sleep took you, if that was why Mr. Edward had insisted you sit in it.

#x reader #reader insert #thatch one piece #modern au #Hey Doll #mdni

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mamamittens · 26 days ago

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Hello ☺️

I would love to send you my request for your spooktober event, which sound very cool!

I Afab fem go with Hongo (Wizard). I have dark hair pale skin and blue eyes, and I wear a short yellow dress, which I like I’m not very used to wear because I’m a professional artistic gymnast and almost never wear dresses.

I have a salt treated wood bucket with pop rock chocolate and ring pop.

We drink White russian, Hot damn and we share a Pineapple upside down cake.

I hope it’s everything ok, have a nice day 💖

It is, I'm just really bad at doing things in a timely fashion~!

For context, this is part of my Spooktober Event 2024!

From Coast to Coast (+18)

Summary:

You'd been warned a very long time ago that your life was spoken for. You assumed, of course, that it was superstitious nonsense. Best left behind like the coastal town you came from to pursue a career in artistic gymnastics. But duty calls you back, and you find that those dire warnings were much more severe than you expected. A trip across the ocean to settle old debts reveals a Debt.

Your hand, long since promised to Hongo, Wizard of the Deep.

(AFAB!Reader/Wizard!Hongo)

Warnings: Deeply inaccurate fishing vessel kitchen (not relevant but feel free to tell me how this is solved irl lol), arranged marriage, oral sex (male and female receiving), mild overstimulation, implied marathon sex, creampie, praise kink, marriage kink, very flexible sex position, and unprotected sex.

Word Count: 5,296

You never expected to go back.

Your small island home only seemed to grow smaller with every year that passed and you took the first boat out with a desperation that bellied your youth. You could remember the looks people gave you as you hurried to the ship that would carry you away on a sports scholarship.

The store clerk that looked longingly at you, at the opportunity that was so rarely afforded to those that lived there.

The old women bartering for fish, clicking their tongues at ‘the youth’ behind your back.

The fishermen that glared, spitting at your path across old cobblestone.

Your mother, desperate and pleading, torn between duty and duty. And Hongo at her side, unusually severe expression on his face but otherwise unreadable.

You’d been born in the middle of a storm. The lighting striking your doorstep thrice and seagulls declaring the break on your windowsill. You weren’t even sure half of that happened but, well, you were just born so what would you know? Still, it was an omen, everyone could agree—of one thing.

You were doomed to be a Bride of The Sea.

It was an old tradition where, upon an unusual birth, someone is marked to eventually marry the entity known as The Wizard of the Deep. Some strange figure in folklore you never took stalk in, said to command the seas and winds to their every word and whim. You weren’t entirely sure when you were ‘supposed’ to marry this figure, seeing as it wasn’t when you turned thirteen, sixteen, seventeen, or even eighteen. And assumed it was a weird way of declaring some poor bastard as perpetually single.

Certainly, no one dared to look your way while on the island. Though you were too busy with gymnastics to really dabble either. It was still incredibly noticeable growing up. Every holiday your already small class would group up for activities as they aged, only you would be left standing alone. Hongo was a year older than you, so he was little help in the matter.

Hongo was about the only boy that dared get close, and even he had to deal with dirty looks from the older folks every time you played in the surf together. Brash and wild, you remember spending hours in the saltwater until gymnastics took up your attention. He watched you practice eagerly enough that your guilt was buried until it became clear that was how you planned to leave.

The man who built the gymnasium for the local community was certain you could go far. And you did go pretty far in your time away from home. There was a certain limit to how long one could tumble so recklessly though, so you were looking into places willing to accept teachers in the coming years. Somewhere to settle down.

And that’s when the call came in.

A lawyer managing affairs.

Death affairs specifically.

Your mother passed suddenly and left her possessions to you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t settle them from a distance—neither the legal matters nor your heart allowing such a thing. So, to your reluctance, you got a ride on a ship back home.

For the first time in years, you were returning.

The ship you got onto was a fishing vessel. Modest and willing to make a few extra bucks to take a passenger to the little island you once called home. You’d go back in a few weeks after making sure everything had been settled properly, having no interest in returning to that island full time. Until then, of course, the ship would be your home. The eerie creaking and swaying late at night a familiar lullaby to the trip you’d taken so long ago. It would be another few days before you reached the island, but you could already feel the heavy weight settle on your shoulders again.

The stares.

The strange expectation.

You had to soothe yourself with the knowledge that it would only be for a little while.

And, hey, it wouldn’t be all bad!

You’d get to see Hongo again. Calls between you both few and far between as schedules and weather patterns clashed. You must have begged him to come see you at competitions dozens of times, but he could never seem to make it. Always busy with ‘work’—what kind he never clarified. You almost wondered if he wanted to actually see you at all or if he was still upset you’d left to begin with. It was hard to tell with him sometimes. His temper rare but explosive, buried under genial layers of pleasant words.

The ship creaked ominously as thunder cracked above so loud you thought the mast broke for a moment. But the heavy vibrations that followed just a hairsbreadth after clarified the matter.

It was a storm.

Sudden, too. You don’t recall anyone mentioning a storm coming in during lunch. That was the sort of thing that got the fishermen to pull in lines and prep the deck for turbulent seas. The wheelhouse settling down for a rough night of ensuring they didn’t stray too far off course or get slammed in by a wave unexpectedly. No one wanted or was advised to leave their rooms during bad weather—the amount of folks willing to be thrown overboard about as numerous as those willing to do the dishes.

You ducked out of your room to retrieve a quick snack, certain that the cook wouldn’t want to try and make a substantial meal on the odd kitchen stove that moved with the waves to remain stable. They could, but that didn’t mean they wanted to, really.

As you expected, several deckhands were running around with last minute prep, cursing at the unexpected squall. One that no weather service announcement had warned of to boot.

“—Fuck! This shit came out of nowhere! Thought the sky was clear an hour ago!” One man hissed as he ran past, pausing to address you. “Bad storm suddenly. Just stick to your cabin—you getting something to eat? Good, try not to get soup or something, wouldn’t want it thrown onto your lap—hah!” the man barked with laughter, ears a little red. You assumed from personal experience.

“No, wouldn’t want that. Good luck.” You responded politely, bracing yourself against the wall as the ship swayed hard. It was pretty easy for you to keep your balance, considering your career for the past few years, but that didn’t mean you wanted to risk a concussion.

The kitchen was manned by the cook, an older woman who hisses as she finished what she was cooking with practiced efficiency.

“Ah, lassie, its you! Just in time—if you can manage to eat it before the storm gets worse, you’re welcome to it! Chicken soup—was about to secure it in a pot to be reheated. Last time old Ricky got burns all over his chest and face trying to eat at the tail end of a hurricane!” You smiled, admiring the easy way Betty braced herself as the stove tilted, revealing just how severe the waves had gotten.

“I think I’m good. I’ll just… fix a sandwich? Less likely to spill everywhere, I think.” You huffed, shifting your stance as the ship crested another wave. “Think she’ll be okay in these waters? Feels pretty… bad.” You asked, stumbling to the counter where the breadbox was slotted into a rack on the counter.

You just slapped some cold cuts and cheese between bread slices, moving quick to avoid the quick meal from sliding away from you and into the floor.

“Should be—we had a maintenance check before we left and everything was in good shape! We’ve had worse weather than this—oomph!” Betty grunted as she twisted the lid onto the hot pot and lifted it onto a secured rack inside a lower cabinet. Clicking down the bolts to keep it from sliding. “Well then!—it’s just sudden is all! Usually, we’ve got better warning than this! Woulda make chicken strips if I knew we’d be tossed about so bad!” Betty complained.

“Chicken strips do sound nice—maybe tomorrow if this keeps up!” You huffed, quickly scarfing down your sandwich as you braced against the counter. “At least you have something to keep the soup secure while we ride it out.” You sighed, taking a water bottle from the fridge between waves.

“Yeah, sometimes I like letting things marinate but can’t afford the fridge space—so I got the captain to agree to something like this rigged up. Got one in cold storage too. If this keeps up I’ll move it, but I’m hoping it goes as fast as it came!” Betty huffed, quickly washing up what she could. After you polished off your sandwich you helped, certain Betty would like to leave the kitchen quickly. “Thanks, love. That’ll do it—go ahead and rest in your quarters while you can. With luck you’ll sleep through the worst parts. I’ll come get ‘cha if it passes quick enough to have dinner on time.” Betty offered with a wink.

“Sure thing, night B-Betty!” You stuttered as the ship pitched sharply.

You hurried to your room, watching as the last of the crew hunkered down, their duties done for the night.

Your room was small, more akin to a walk in closet, with a loft bunk over a little desk and locking drawers. The key dangling from the sill of the port window. It wasn’t much, but it was cozy and pretty safe from things getting tossed around. Little touches to the room suggesting it had housed many crafty people in the midst of a storm.

A water bottle holder strapped to the frame of the bed. Phone charger port in the wall with a little cubby. A loop of tough fabric on the far wall so you could hold on if the waves made you nervous while laying down. Nothing suggested these touches were built into the cabin—all of them Macgyvered up over years at sea.

You looked out but saw nothing but tongues of lighting over the water and the crests of waves as they foamed at the sky.

Getting ready for bed was a quick affair, having no desire to be thrown off the toilet for dallying or giving yourself impromptu dental surgery. Dirty clothes stuffed into a sack to be delt with later and a yellow dress tossed on for bed. It wasn’t your favorite dress—not that you had many—but it was soft and comfortable. Easy to sleep in and stumble out of bed with for breakfast if the weather is kinder in daylight. Cotton and lace curling around your knees as you scramble into bed. It bunched up around your waist as you settled down finally, much more secure than before.

Sleep, of course, didn’t come easy. The rain and wind beating down against the ship as it was tossed about. But eventually, it did come.

Something awoke you a little while later.

Knock-knock.

At first, you thought it was just your imagination. Or maybe something knocking loose in the hallway. The waves still throwing the ship about but much calmer now. Almost rhythmic and soothing. Your eyes squinting into the darkness where brief flashes of distant lighting cast sharp edges across the room. Highlighting the bed and your abandoned shoes.

Knock-knock.

You rubbed your eyes and carefully stumbled out of bed, nearly slamming into the door as a wave curled beneath you just as you stepped closer.

You opened the door groggy and a little irritated.

“Storms still going—something happen—ing…” You froze, looking at an unfamiliar chest. Toned muscle cast in silver light as the ship shook with rolling thunder. Water glistening down his chest and open shirt, your eyes following them briefly as they dripped down to his hips before casting upwards.

The man had tanned skin and hard features, eyes looking down at you in the dark. A scar cutting down to his eyebrow in a quick flick. His features softening as he huffed, water dripping down his jaw from silvery blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, revealing an undercut that bristled with dewy drops. It took a moment to recognize him.

“…Hongo?” You asked, jerking fully away. “Hongo?! W-What are you d-doing—in this weather—are you mad?!” you hissed, pulling him in as you fretted over him, eyes flicking over his body to see if he was hurt.

By all appearances, it just looked like he walked through a downpour and right up to your room.

“Hey, tidepool.” Hongo murmured with amusement, pulling you into a hug despite your protests. “What, afraid to get a little wet?”

“ACK! Yes! I was nice and dry, you ass! How the hell are you here right now?!” You sputtered against his damp skin, noting how warm he was despite the rain outside definitely being freezing. “You didn’t hide from me until now, did you?” you asked, finally relaxing into the embrace.

It felt… well, wet. But good. Steady and encompassing, like all the years didn’t matter anymore.

His laugh was deep and soft, rolling like the thunder as he nuzzled your dark hair.

“No. Didn’t hide from you. Didn’t realize you were coming back so soon.” He huffed. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, dork—but seriously, how are you here right now if you weren’t on board? You… you didn’t sail out this way did you?!” you asked in a horrified whisper, unsure how he’d even know where you were. His hand patted your bared back and stroked down your spine in a slow, soothing motion. Water smearing into your skin as he stepped further into the room. Kicking the door closed behind him.

“Didn’t sail out.” Hongo finally huffed, pulling away from you. The lighting was frequent but distant, providing a consistent, soft glow to his features. His hand cupping your cheek. “Finally…you’re here. Ready to pay the debt, tidepool?”

Your brows furrowed as you clutched his open shirt.

“Debt? Ah—you were mad I left, weren’t you?” you sighed. “You know I couldn’t stand staying there forever. It was just so… small and everyone always acted… weird. About me.” Your nose wrinkled in distaste as he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, tidepool. I understood why you left. I felt it too, you know. Thought I’d have to hunt you down. I’m sorry about your mom. Even if she brought you back to me, this isn’t how I wanted this to go.” Hongo sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Your throat swelled and you struggled to speak in the tender moment. His hands stroked down your shoulders to your arms, pulling up your hands to inspect them. His thumb stroked over your left hand and he smiled. Kissing the bare fingers as he gave you a look of pure satisfaction.

“H-Hongo?” You asked cautiously. “Seriously, w-what’s going on?” his breath washed over your hand in a soothing wave.

“Just… so glad to see you again. And nothing is standing in the way now. You’ve had years to explore the land and now its time to pay the Debt.” Hongo purred, a sharp smile twisting his features.

“What debt, Hongo? What are you tal—mmmmn!” You moaned, shocked as his lips pressed against yours. Tongue slipping against yours as he groaned, hands gasping your face as he walked you back to the wall. You pushed weakly against him, shocked at his boldness until he finally pulled away. Face smug at your flustered state. “What the shit, Hongo?! H-How long have you…?”

He huffed in amusement, smirking as he loomed over you, the space between you growing intimate and heated.

“Since I understood that you were meant to be mine.” Hongo sighed, stroking your flushed face. “Everyone knew it but you—silly girl. Born belonging to me.” He whispered.

You froze, face twisting in confusion.

“…Hongo, are you talking about that whole ‘bride’ shit? You know I don’t believe in that nonsense. Besides, it’s supposed to be some weirdo at the seafloor or something.” Hongo laughed, his amusement running deeper as he kissed your face. “S-Some old guy or folktale figure—it’s not real—Hongo!” you yelped as he nipped your throat.

“Well if that’s what you thought, I can’t blame you for being skeptical, tidepool.” Hongo lapped at your throat, pinning you against the wall. “But I assure you, the Wizard of the Deep is real. A title, but still very real.” He chuckled, nipping your skin.

“I-Is this some nerd shit you’ve gotten into, Hongo?!” You gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “Y-You could just ask me out like a normal person—aahhn~!” you whined suddenly as he turned his attention to your dress. Nuzzling your breasts as he sank lower, kneeling now and holding your hips firmly.

“Ask you out? Why would I do that when you’re already promised to me?” Hongo purred, pushing down the neckline of your dress until your breasts were exposed. Hot tongue laving over the soft skin as your hands carded through his hair, slowly pulling it free from his hair tie. “Besides, doesn’t seem like you’ve got a lot of complaints, do you, pretty girl?”

“N-Not the point, Hongo!” you gasped as you were suddenly lifted up high against the wall, legs tossed over his shoulders. His breath washing between your thighs as he laughed. Kissing your panties with a bemused hum.

“Not going to lie, was hoping you slept without these. Rode all the way out here because I couldn’t wait another day to feel these pretty thighs on my face. I can have just a taste, can’t I? Maybe a little more?” Hongo teased, rolling his wet tongue against your covered pussy, soaking the skimpy fabric as he groaned. You moaned, head rolling back as you lifted up your dress to tug on his hair. For more or less, you weren’t sure. Your heart racing as he did his best to shove his tongue into your folds through your panties. Sucking on your clit with a deep growl. “Worth the wait, but fuck, did I hate waiting for this. You like it when I lick your cute pussy, baby? I think you do, can taste it already. Dripping wet for me. Shocked I haven’t sunk this whole ship just to have you all to myself at the bottom of the ocean. You’d look so pretty beneath the waves. You’d never have to come up for air—it would just be us.” Hongo rambled, licking at the seam of your panties, pushing them slowly aside to run his hot tongue into your folds eagerly.

“H-Hongo-oooh~! W-What are you talking about, baby?! S-So good—I can’t—what are you—ooo~!” You moaned, swallowing hard as something ripped. Hongo moved, hand curling low on your ass and shoving your thigh up, pinning you with one hand as his thick fingers curled into your pussy, your other leg curling against his back to try and ground yourself. Rough digits slipping against your walls as he licked up the mess you made with every desperate clench. Savoring every drop with a pleased groan.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m calling in my Debt.” Hongo purred with amusement into your pussy, the vibrations electric against your clit. “My pretty little bride—promised to me forever. Keep making those cute noises, tidepool. They’re my due, just like this pussy is mine to do with as I please.” Hongo sighed, spreading out his fingers wide and slipping his tongue between them. Letting you feel the hot muscle squirm against your walls as you cried out. Clenching onto him as your world tipped over. No difference between the violent waves outside and the ones in your blood. Called at his beckoning grasp for his pleasure as he drank you down eagerly.

Lapping between your folds and sucking your clit as you rode out your orgasm, tears in your eyes. Playful nips spread across your quivering thighs as you panted for air. Slowly, Hongo let you down. Grasp firm as you struggled to stand. Tossing waves no help to your shot balance, Hongo the only reassuring figure you could touch.

After a moment, he let you fall to your knees at his feet, back against the wall as you looked up at him in a daze. Weak, your hands grasped his pants and tugged for his attention—that he was already giving you all of—as you leaned against his knee.

“Y-You’re… so full of shit. But I don’t care—I want more, Hongo.” You sighed, gathering yourself.

His smile was etched in silver flashes of light, the ship trembling with the fury of the storm. Hungry as the depths of the sea, he chuckled at your state.

“I’d never deny you this, pretty thing. Go ahead and release me, tidepool. Want to see you take my cock with those pretty lips.” Hongo whispered heatedly, watching with intense eyes reflecting the violent seas as you settled onto your knees. Reaching up to the belt fastened around his waist. Buckle falling open with ease even to your trembling hands. Fabric falling past the hard bulge after some weak tugging, dragging over his cock. With another soft pull, his boxers fell down his hips as well, cock bouncing free.

The storm rumbling with promise outside as you examined his cock. It was thick and long, curving up with a rosy tip. Soft veins curling around the shaft as pearly pre caught the light from the porthole in flashes like a diamond. Balls heavy in the shadow of his thighs and blond curls crowning the base. You breathed deep, preparing yourself for the endeavor under Hongo’s sharp eye. One arm braced against the wall and the other hand petting your hair.

Your tongue licked up the curve hesitantly, suddenly uncertain under the intense gaze and intimidating girth. But his groan vibrated the walls of the cabin as his fingers twitched in your locks. Desire to shove his cock down your throat brief but violently clear despite his restraint. Perhaps, because of his restraint. Hongo was still as a statue otherwise, letting you take in the taste of his hot, silky skin. The salt and musky undertones pleasing on your tongue as you licked up to the tip. Sparing him a glance before returning your focus onto him.

Your hands stroked across his thighs as he spread out a little more, giving you room to move in closer. Lips falling open to let the heavy, leaking tip rest on your tongue. Teasing him with your breath as you glanced up at him through your lashes. His expression was hard—any other circumstance you’d think he was furious. Face flushed and eyes locked on you as the storm began to rage again. Thunder cracking in the sky as your lips sealed around his cock, the suddenness jolting your forward a little.

Despite the accidental fright, you didn’t back down. Grasping his ass in both hands as you slid your tongue under the weight of his cock, wetting the skin for a smooth slide down your throat. The taste of salt intensified as his tip brushed across the roof of your mouth. Your soft moans answered with heavy throbs against your tongue. All the while his hand weaved into your hair, anchoring low on the back of your head as he whispered praise down onto you.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Like it, don’t you?” Hongo whispering between cracks of lighting, the rocking of the ship helping more of his cock slip in and out of your mouth as he encouraged you to swallow him down. “Nngh! G-Good thing we didn’t do this before—I’d have never let you go if I knew I’d be missing this. Look so good on your knees, tidepool. If I ever tell you no, just drop down and I’ll change my mind real quick—f-fuuuck~!”

“L-Love the hands, baby, but I want you to play with yourself a little. Go on, touch yourself.” Hongo ordered. And you hardly had reason to refuse besides letting go of his tensed ass. Reluctantly, you brought one hand down to your breasts, fondling yourself and flicking your nipple. Moaning softly at the stab of pleasure low in your body. Suddenly aware of the slick dripping down your thighs. “Ya wet, baby? Let me hear how wet you are just from sucking my cock.” His words carried down to you like a prayer you were reluctant to ignore. Free hand falling to your knee and slipping under your dress.

You were shocked at how wet you were. Arousal already soaking you to mid thigh as your fingers slipped up higher. Puffy folds slick and practically melting on your cold fingertips. Falling apart at the slightest touch with wet sounds. Pussy eagerly sucking your hand in as you whined on Hongo’s cock. The torn edges of your underwear soaked against your thigh, the bottom completely ripped apart.

“Shit, that wet, huh? What a good bride I have. Guess it doesn’t matter if I am the Wizard of the Deep or not when you’re that wet just from tasting me, does it?” Hongo snorted. “C’mon, pretty bride. Cum for me. Let me know how much you love my cock before I fuck you nice and proper~”

You rubbed your clit desperately, fingers slipping in the thick mess as his hand slowly forced your nose into his curls. Throat vibrating with moans as your hips rocked into your hand.

“That’s it—you’re such a good bride for me. Shaking that ass for me like that. Can hear how wet you are over the storm, ya like that? Like being so good for me? Hope so, because I love it.” His hand pressed hard on your head and you whined, feeling his cock throb down your throat as you swallowed with difficulty. Musk and sweat thick in your nose as you started to quiver.

He groaned suddenly, gasping for air as his cock jerked hard in your mouth. Thick cum flooding your sore throat in a relentless wave, your pussy clenching down hard in sympathy. Orgasm overwhelming you as you swallowed down his hot cum eagerly, fingers drenched as his seed slipped down your lips in heavy spurts. Your hand still grasping his ass as the other bullied your clit, riding out each other’s high until his cock fell still—but didn’t soften.

He pulled free with a sigh, slowly releasing your flustered face with a bubbly laugh. Almost boyish as he took in your messy face. Swiping up the dripping strand of cum with his thumb and pushing it back onto your hanging tongue. Rubbing it in deliberately as you panted.

“My perfect bride.” Hongo sighed dreamily, kneeling down to pull free your soaked hand. Inspecting it critically as your cream dripped down your fingers. After a moment, he licked up the worst of the mess before bringing your hand to his cock. Encouraging you to wrap around his thick length and stroke it, smearing your cum onto his skin. “Ready to be mine?” he asked softly.

You swallowed hard, licking your lips free of his cum.

“I-I thought I already was?” you whispered softly.

His grin was instant and sharp, almost predatory.

“Good answer.” He purred, pulling you up and turning you towards the window. With a firm push, you were pinned against the wall, dress shoved up your waist as he pulled back your ass. Grinding his wet cock against your weeping folds. His breath hot against your neck as he laughed. “My perfect bride!”

You screamed as he hilted in a single thrust. Body barely protesting as his cock pressed in deeper than you thought possible.

Hongo didn’t pull out so much as grind against you, pulling apart your walls with his girth alone as he panted. The sea awash in violent weather to your teary eyes. Pleasure almost as violent as the waves around you as he fucked you with a desperation you hadn’t known he was capable of.

“Take it, pretty girl. Want you to fall apart on my cock—show me how much you want me. My bride—my wife—mine! Mine! Cute pussy just taking it, huh?” he panted, kissing along your shoulder and up your neck. “G-Gotta get deeper—deeper inside you—can’t let you forget me again!” his hand grasped under your thigh and pulled up sharply, dragging up your leg until your thigh and calve was flush with the wall. Splitting you for his cock as he pinned you in place for his ragged thrusts.

Your mouth fell open, protests barely comprehendible as you turned towards him. Body aching from the strain while being so tense, holding the extreme pose under his command.

“A-Ah! Ah!Ah! H-Haaaahn—go~! Hongo!” his hand was like a steel band on your knee, pinning it against the wall as he silenced you with his tongue, free hand curling up your thigh to your clit. “Mmmngh~!” you moaned wildly as you came onto his cock hard, but he didn’t stop. Fucking you against the wall like he had something to prove.

He pulled away with a wet gasp, licking at your trembling lips with a fire in his eyes.

“Who am I?” He asked, fucking your quivering walls harder, wind howling against the frigid glass your sweaty face was pressed against. “Say it. Tell me who’s making you feel this good?”

“Husband~!” His eyes were wide with shock as he slammed into your ass hard, cock jerking as he came instantly inside you. You licked at his tongue, sucking it as your whined, cumming onto his cock with harsh trembles. “You’re my husband, Hongo.”

His smile was soft, fingers circling your clit, much to your weak protest. Encouraging you to cum on his spurting cock again as it dripped down your thigh. Foot barely scraping the floor, all your weight pinned against the wall and onto his cock.

“T-That’s right, baby. I’m your husband. What a good little wife you are to remember that when I make you cum~” Hongo murmured against your lips, the storm falling into silence. “You won’t mind repeating that again, will you? I’ll keep the storm going until I’ve had my fill of you—make sure we’re left alone.” Hongo sighed with a mischievous smile.

On cue, lighting struck and the waters were tossed about again. His cock jerking against your walls like a threat.

Somehow, you didn’t mind.

You just… couldn’t bring yourself to care about wizards or magic or Debts when his hips canted forward like that.

“P-Put my leg down, husband. I’m flexible but this is a bit much.” You could only offer in protest.

Hongo laughed, gently putting your leg back down but keeping his cock inside you.

“Hmm, guess I should let you rest a little bit, shouldn’t I?” He asked rhetorically before picking you up under your knees. You yelped, feeling his cock dig deeper into your walls. “This’ll be like… hmm, an early honeymoon. Until I get tired of you—no, wait—not happening. Until…? Well, I can’t think of a reason to stop fucking your cute pussy. Guess we’ll have to wing it until we find one, won’t we, wife?”

You whined, laughing a little as he started bouncing you on his cock again. Fucking out the cum that hadn’t dripped down your thighs yet.

“Hongo~!” you wailed, throwing back your head as his cock dragged against your walls. But he only laughed, kissing your cheek.

The storm made no signs of breaking anytime soon—magic or not—so you supposed there was nothing for it but to let your husband have his filthy way with you.

#spooktober 2024 #one piece smut #hongo one piece #mild yandere vibes or maybe he's just... super into the reader idk

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hannahbarberra162 · 4 months ago

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Struck Twice By Lightning, Chapter 8

18+ MDNI

on Ao3

TW - past experience of near drowning described briefly, fighting and violence described.

And the second half is smut.

Conqueror's haki makes you horny, I don't make the rules.

Once, when you were a child, you nearly drowned. You were collecting red footed limpets to eat for that night’s dinner. They were dangerous to collect because you had to wait until the ocean was calm for a moment then scramble into the jagged rocks and pry the limpets off. You were the best at it among the village children, and you got cocky. You turned your back to the ocean for a single moment to get a large limpet. A swell you didn’t see coming smashed your body - head first - into the rocks. The current was strong, and you almost washed out to sea. Your ribs were cracked when you were resuscitated by your Uncle. You had to heal for months from your traumatic brain injury, the cracked ribs, and your new anxiety around the ocean. It was the most painful experience of your life.

Until this morning.

You felt the sun shining into your brain, and your eyes were still shut. You felt like you’d been stomped, grilled on a barbeque, and put into a blender. This was the mother of all hangovers. No, this was the Emperor of all Hangovers, the King of the Hangovers, Blackout D. Runk coming to get you on his crew. You couldn’t even groan, you just rolled over onto your side. That was a bad idea - it had your stomach roiling. You cracked open one eye and saw a glass of water on the nightstand. You reached for the healing elixir and drank it slowly. That seemed like enough movement for now. You decided that as you were not actually a crew member, you didn’t need to work or move or think or breathe today and you were going to stay in bed until your hangover went away or you died from this headache. Whichever came first. You decided to go back to sleep. Partying hard in your thirties sure wasn’t like partying hard in your twenties.

Waking up later, it was the early afternoon. You felt marginally better, but still like complete and total shit. You sat up and saw another glass of water waiting for you, along with some pills. They were probably left by your guardian angel (Hongo) so you took whatever they were and drank the water. You looked down and saw you were still in your clothes from last night. You felt like there was a film of filth covering you, but you were appreciative that Shanks didn’t undress you. You slowly stood up and peeled off your sweaty, rank, stained clothes and kicked them into the corner with Shanks’s other sweaty, rank, and stained clothes. You dressed and went out to the deck.

Even though it was the afternoon, you were desperate for some coffee. You made your way to the stairs, amid cheers and smacks on the back from your friends. You weren’t embarrassed, but hoped you didn’t earn yourself a new nickname from your escapade. You were waiting by the stove for water to boil for your coffee, contemplating the virtue of abstinence from alcohol.

“G’morning Hooch-y mama,” said a satisfied voice. He was lucky you didn’t have Conqueror’s haki, because you would have struck that asshole where he stood. Twice.

You grunted, not giving Shanks the attention he wanted.

“I just want you to know that I didn’t make that one up, you did. That’s what you told us to call you last night.” Fuck. Guess the no nickname thing was out the door.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Great, never felt better.”

“You know babe, that’s the exact same thing you said last night before I had to carry you home.”

Your face heated up. You kind of remembered the end of the night, but not that much. You were always a drunk talker, so you hoped you hadn’t said anything too emotional to Shanks. You turned to face him and asked with genuine emotion “did I say anything to you last night?”

Shanks dropped his smug attitude for a moment and said “no, nothing really. Just crowed about your victory.” You felt better and gave him a small smile.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in the bed with my clothes on.”

“You tried to take them off, but I wouldn’t let you besmirch my virgin eyes.”

You snorted and poured your now boiling water into your mug of instant coffee. You knew Shanks was deflecting with humor, but it was better than having awkward conversations. You grabbed a roll off the counter and started to walk away. You patted his forearm, and repeated “thanks,” as you made your way back up to the deck.

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Days passed quickly while the ship sailed on the open ocean. You and Shanks had started spending more time together, mostly due to him hanging around while you worked. Even with so many years missed between you, in some ways it was like you hadn’t left at all. It was so easy to talk to him, to laugh with him (and at him), to share the joy of sailing and adventure together.

You didn’t realize how much you had missed him until you were around him again. It was like everything was funnier, brighter, and more exciting when he was around. You and Shanks shared stories of what happened when you were apart, enjoyed verbally sparring, and swapped information about mutual friends. You caught yourself watching him when he wasn’t with you.

Every night, laying in bed, you would admonish yourself. You needed to protect yourself against heartbreak, you couldn’t be so genial with Shanks. Sometimes you thought he’d changed, but your doubts were too strong. He was charming, handsome, intelligent, and charismatic, but you needed to stand firm in your quest to keep him out of your heart. Yet every morning he would say something that would irk you and you’d start up with him all over, leading to another day spent in his company. It didn’t seem to matter to him what kind of attention he got from you - only that he had it. You knew his game, but couldn’t stop yourself from playing it.

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One afternoon, you were in a store room of the ship, working on your sake. It was going well, and you were pouring the mixture into a shikomi you’d bought. Shanks snuck up behind you, and you almost dropped the whole thing when he startled you.

“What the hell, Shanks?! You almost cost me 6 days of work!”

“Sorry,” he said remorsefully. Of course when it had to do with alcohol, he showed genuine regret, you thought to yourself.

“What’s up?” you said as you concentrated on pouring the liquidy pulp into the secondary container.

“Are you really going to leave at the end of the month?” You jerked in surprise. Whatever you’d been expecting Shanks to talk to you about, it certainly wasn’t that.

“Uh, yeah, that’s the plan, Cap.”

“Why?”

“I have a life? I have things I need to do? That was the deal?” You huffed, as you set the container down.

“Why don’t you stay here with me, with us? I know you’re having fun.”

“I am having fun, but life isn’t only about fun and pleasure.” Shanks crowded you after your response, putting his face close to your own as he backed you against a stack of crates.

“It can be, you know. Pleasurable.” You gulped. He was so close, you were practically kissing. His eyes flicked to your lips, and he licked his own. You heard yourself breathing hard. He put his mouth near the shell of your ear.

“Just promise you’ll think about it,” he whispered, and left. What the hell was that? And why was it working?

~~~~~

A few hours later and it was evening. You were on the deck, enjoying the breeze and watching the sun start to set. You were thinking over your conversation with Shanks earlier in the day sipping a cup of tea. All of a sudden, Shanks stalked up to you and said,

“To the cabin. Guns are where you left them.”

You didn’t argue and immediately left for the cabin. That tone of voice meant only one thing - there was going to be a fight. You couldn’t see any ships on the horizon, but that didn’t matter. When Shanks was like this, you always listened. You went into the cabin, locked the doors and windows and went for the guns you’d left there a decade before. Someone had obviously taken care of them, they were loaded and ready for use. You sat in the most protected corner of the room, facing the door with a loaded gun.

Logically, you knew Shanks was incredibly strong. It was easy to forget how powerful he was due to his easygoing and silly nature, but he had been unstoppable when you’d left. You couldn’t imagine what he was like now. You hadn’t done this for a while, but you’d never forgotten the feeling of impotent waiting. This was the one area that always made you feel insecure and weak when you were onboard. You felt like a huge liability for the crew. You could shoot, but nothing like Yasopp or Benn. You were essentially trapped in the cabin, and you had to wait it out. You always worried for Shanks and the crew, hoping none of them were injured or worse, killed. It was stressful and made you anxious, but you didn’t share those feelings. After all, you weren’t even fighting.

You waited and strained to hear noise indicating that fighting had started. It was hard to judge time in the cabin, it felt like each minute dragged on for hours. You did hear the boom of cannons firing, but nothing hit the ship. The crew was generating a lot of noise fighting whoever it was, but you suddenly felt the force of Shanks’s Conqueror’s haki being released. There was no way to describe the feeling - it felt like you were watching an earthquake swallow a city whole. It was like the snap of a snake’s mouth around its victim, sudden and crushing with no way to escape. You heard the sound of wood ripping in half, like a giant snapped it in two.

After Shanks’s attack, things wrapped up quickly. You heard the crew decimating the remains of their opponents, and the cries of dying men. This was the part you hated hearing the most. You closed your ears and huddled close to the wall, trying to drown out the sound. You knew what being on a pirate ship entailed but it didn’t mean you had to like it. Eventually, the sounds stopped and you sat up, pointing your gun once more to the door.

There was a knock, and Shanks said “you can come out.” You got up, and unlocked the door, still holding the gun. Shanks was standing before you, still in a battle state of mind. You put down the gun and swallowed dryly. He was intense and fierce, powerful and severe, a true Emperor. He was brimming with energy needing an outlet.

You knew something about Shanks that not many did. After battle, if Shanks didn’t exhaust enough of his haki, he would be wound too tight. Shanks would want one of three things - to fuck, to drink, or to fight, and in that order. You looked up at him and made a decision. It wasn’t a great decision, but it was the one you wanted to make at the moment.

You’d had all kinds of sex with Shanks - thousands of times. But post-battle sex was in a category all of its own. Filled with leftover haki, he was dominating and demanding, wanting complete control. The more times you came, the more he relaxed. By the end you would be having romantic, sweet, and tender sex with a sore pussy. Or, you had in the past. This time it would just be casual - no emotional connection, you thought to yourself. You could handle it, you were an adult who could separate physical from romantic feelings.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss him on the mouth. He groaned and licked your lips, seeking entrance. You granted it, and he crushed his lips to yours, swirling his tongue around yours. The force and intensity of the kissing had you pressed against a cabin wall. He put his arm over your head, then stopped to look at you.

“Are you sure?” he asked, tilting your head up.

“I’m sure.”

“Beg.”

You’d forgotten that part of your deal. You had wanted him so badly for so long. You swallowed your pride.

“Please, Shanks.”

Shanks didn’t need to hear anything else. He picked you up and you wound your legs around his waist. He tossed you on the bed and followed down right after you. He was on top of you, with your legs on either sides of his hips. He sat up and started working on your shirt, impatient to have it off. You hadn’t had sex with him since he lost his arm, but it didn’t seem to be slowing him down. He tugged your shirt open and glanced down.

“No bra?” he growled.

You shook your head, your words lost in your throat. You had forgotten how exacting he was when like this. Shanks dipped his head down and sucked one of your nipples harshly into your mouth. His hand was making quick work of your pants, tugging them down. You lifted your ass to wiggle them all the way down, and kicked them off the bed. He grabbed your ass in his hand and squeezed.

“Missed it,” he muttered. He kept kneading your ass while kissing you breathless. It felt like he was all over you - kissing your mouth, sucking your neck, grinding against your clothes pussy, biting your nipples, kneading your ass. You were already incredibly turned on and could feel your juices wetting the crotch of your tiny panties.

You reached for your panties and quickly removed them. In that time, Shanks had removed his clothes as well. Shanks was undoubtedly the largest man you’d ever been with. Normally, he’d sink to his knees and tease you for hours, but now wasn’t the time. He lined himself up and sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. You moaned at the pressure as you stretched around him, and Shanks stopped to let you adjust. The pleasant burn didn’t last long, as Shanks began to move and it shifted into pure pleasure. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he pulled his hips down at a wicked pace. Your first orgasm caught you by surprise, ripping your breath away as you came around him. Shanks didn’t even pause, but kept his unsparing pace while you rode your high.

After you came, he grabbed your ankle and put it on his shoulder. You wrapped your other leg around him, feeling him go deeper. You were highly sensitive from your orgasm, so you closed your eyes. Shanks reached down and pinched your clit, causing you to yelp. He wanted your eyes open, watching him fuck you. His non-verbal apology was gentle circles being rubbed on your clit to soothe the brief pain. You hiked your other leg up, and he leaned forward, pushing your thighs to your chest. With the new position, you felt him hitting your g-spot, causing you to cry out. He kept hitting that spot deep within you, and soon his name was spilling from your lips. You were being loud, but you couldn’t care right now. You were so close to splintering into a thousand pieces, but he suddenly stopped.

“Not yet.”

Shanks pulled out and flipped you on top of him. He was half laying, half sitting, with you on top of his lap.

“Ride me.” You were helpless to stop yourself from obeying. You knew that if you asked, Shanks would stop. But you didn’t want to stop. You got up on your knees and slowly slid yourself down his thick cock, inch by inch. Shanks wasn’t in the mood for teasing and bucked up into you, giving you his full length. Even when you were on top, he was in control. He pressed up into you as you rode him in small circles. He used his hand to cup your breast, rubbing your sensitive nipples, watching you go up and down on his cock. You used what he gave you to chase your relief, and as you got close you could feel his own pattern start to change. He wanted to come, but wanted you to come first. You obliged the captain, and came apart above him, keening from the sensations. He groaned as you clenched around him and let you ride the waves of pleasure out.

You knew that to help soothe his restless energy he would want you in a submissive pose. Without being asked, you got off of him and got on all fours. You put your chest on the bed and turned your head to the side, waiting for him to enter from behind. You didn’t have to wait for long. Shanks took a lick of your slit with a broad stroke of his tongue as an acknowledgement of your good behavior, making you shiver. Shanks was normally a giving lover, but that would come later.

He entered you in one smooth stroke, and started pumping hard. He gripped your hip in his hand, pulling you back into him. You might be bruised tomorrow, but the feeling was worth it. He was going at a fast tempo, pushing you to your limit. He was brushing your cervix with every drive forward, making your vision go hazy at the edges. His strokes turned erratic and you knew he was close. He came with a husky groan, filling you with his seed. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, then pulled away from you. He stood up, and offered you his hand. You looked at him quizzically.

“Again.” He was already hard again with your combined juices dripping down his shaft. He was only speaking in monosyllabic words, so you knew he was still in the aftermath of using his haki. Well…since you’d already committed the sin, you might as well continue. You stuck your tongue out and licked the head of his cock gently instead of answering verbally. He hissed when you flattened your tongue and ran it up and down his length, cleaning his cock with your tongue. “Naughty,” he said, but put his hand on the back of your head. He had a small smile, so you knew he’d calmed down a little. It was going to be a fun night - if you made it through in one piece.

#shanks x reader #op shanks #red haired shanks #one piece shanks #shanks #tw almost drowning #tw violent imagery #tw mentions of violence #red haired pirates #red force #Blackout D. Runk #op x y/n #shanks x you #stupid sexy shanksx

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allthefujoshiunite · 1 year ago

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Sorry I hit the ask button before finishing. My fav trope are age gap ( > 5 years and even more), height difference and teacher-student relationship. Do you have any BL that fits either or mix of the above? I don't mind smut (explicit) but not a fan of pwp (just smut story).

Again, sorry if I'm too demanding, hope you have a good day @allthefujoshiunite 🍀🌼

Aaand we’re back. You literally listed some of my fave tropes there so BOY do I have recommendations! Not a fan of PWP either, so rest assured.

Let’s get this party started ~

Age gap + height difference + teacher/student

Young Bad Education (Dayoo): I fell in love with Mizusawa’s eyes on the cover and bought the volume in Japanese years ago without an ounce of idea what the story was about. No regrets. Young Bad Education and its continuation Young Good Boyfriend will feed your soul. You can read it on Manga Planet (Futekiya).

Hitorijime My Hero (Memeco Arii): This title is a classic so you might have already seen it but just in case. Hitorijime My Hero has an anime adaptation as well (I’m anime-only) and the manga has a spin-off with the side couple as far as I know. The height difference is less pronounced here but if you’re like me and you love delinquents as well, this will be your jam.

The Trees in Spring (Nakaoka Naka): I’m kind of cheating but I’ll do anything to recommend this title! MCs here are a teacher and student, but the teacher isn’t teaching the student, they meet each other in a different way. I have reviewed this title before and take any chance I can get to recommend it, so there you go!

Age gap + teacher/student

Warbler, Sing of Spring (Nago Nayuta): I felt like they don’t have height difference (and checked the first chapter again) but the MCs are always drawn in weird angles so I’m not sure. Another title with the delinquent sprinkled on top. Really enjoyed reading this, Nago Nayuta’s works have a cuteness I like and the uke in Warbler is kind of unhinged xD Love him!

The Neighbor I Desire (Makoto): This one started off a bit weird for me but I can assure you it’s super cute! I have written a review before so if you want more details, here you go.

The Good Teacher (Eeej): Another title I reviewed before. It’s pretty, fun but short and while the plot is not this series’ strongest point, I think it’s worth giving a shot.

Age gap + height difference

Love for Sale (Dal Hyeon-ji): It’s official, you guys. I will literally disintegrate if I don’t recommend Love for Sale, the doctor said it not me. But honestly, do yourself a solid one and read it if you still haven’t. The pinnacle of ultimate goodness. I wrote on LfS before but since the post contaşns spoilers and is more about sugar dating than a review, I’ll spare you the link. On Lezhin.

Love Me Doctor (ANA): Another series I constantly recommended on Twitter and got a couple of unassuming, kind-hesrted people to read it with me as well. Focuses on a university student and a urology doctor he had tovisit for his ED. If you’re comfortable reading a title where a doctor kind of uses his position to get to know a patient and stepping over boundaries, please give it a chance! TOTALLY worth the time. On Lezhin.

On or Off (A1): Can’t say I understood the drama with the artist and the series being wrapped up rather quickly, but I read this popular webtoon with joy! Not as big of a fan as the rest of the BL fans but if youdig these two tropes I think it’s worth checking out. On Tappytoon, but I think TOKYOPOP has released it in print.

Metro (Chika Hongo): This is more of a dramatic title, where a high school student is being touched regularly by the same man on the train and he likes it, until one day he follows him home upon being invited. If you prefer a story that’s laced with trauma and flawed characters, this is for you! On Manga Planet.

Pound Cake on a Sunday (Amida Shizuku): Man this series is SUPER funny that I had to reread today! A father and son lives alone after the mother’s passing and one day, out of the blue, the father starts complimenting the new transfer to the company about how he’s so beautiful or saying how shiny his hair is. Is his father gay? Did he finally lose it? Read and find out! Very different from your usual BL, worth your time!

Bonus - I’m a Dom and I Want You To Stroke My Head (KINACO): Has dom/sub universe (a big fan) height difference as well, but it’s a teacher x teacher pairing.

Whew! Sorry it took a lot of time to write because it’s not so easy to format these posts on the app, it seems. I hope you like my selection and as always, let me know if you liked anything from the list! I’m always eager to know what people think after reading something I’ve recommended. See you around!

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The unbereable pain of periods (Part 2/2)

Part 1 : https://www.tumblr.com/livelaughlaw3/751567298757869568/the-unbearable-pain-of-periods-part-12?source=share

TW : creampie, unprotected sex, smut, period sex, first time, angst, sadness, insecurities, virgin reader, physical touch, period pain, blood, flirt, knife, suividal thoughts, fluffy end <3333

You are single in this story and Shanks is only 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.)

(It's literally day 5 of living on three pills of ibuprofen a day to relieve my fucking pain and it's not even working, plus it's ruining my liver, so I needed to think of something else.)

You couldn't fall asleep, even though the entire crew, except Shanks, went out. You sit back down, a little awkwardly, he holds your hands to help you. “Are you still in pain, sweetheart ?”, you nod. He guides his hands to your thighs and spreads them slightly then slides his palms under your dress to help you. It does you a lot of good. You tell him “It doesn’t completely make the pain go away but it gives me some relief..” He smiles at you, continuing, his hand moving very dangerously close to the edge of your panties. You decide to tell him “I-I.. hate.. seeming.. w-weak.. because of that..” He shakes his head “No honey, you’re far from weak. You didn't choose it either. I will help you every time.” He talks to you but the pain starts again and you forgot to take the next pill. It's been over an hour since you were allowed to take it. He makes you lie down and asks your permission. He then places his hand on your collarbone then between your breasts then on your ribcage. “Breathe my love, there you go. My hand must rise. Try baby doll. Keep going.. That’s good.” You nod, groaning in pain then you place your hand on his, trying to breathe. He's actually very worried, even if he doesn't show it to you. He strokes your hair with his other hand and you still hold his hand on your chest. It passes between your breasts, through the fabric, several times, helping you to think of something else for hours.

Hongo and the rest of the crew go out to the island, you encourage your Captain to go with them and you tell him that you will watch the boat, he refuses even if you insist, as Benn and Lucky return two hours later, he allows himself to be convinced. He leaves, after asking you if you need anything. Benn stays to watch the ship, while Lucky has prepared some food for you. You sit on the deck with them and say goodnight. Having escaped the vigilance of the on-board cook, you enter the kitchen and grab the first knife you find. You return to the room and sit on the floor, leaning against the wall. You're taking a long time to decide. Unfortunately for you, your Captain comes home a few minutes later, too impatient to talk to you. He opens the door, slightly tipsy. Your eyes meet, he scans you with his eyes, you hold a knife to your stomach. He rubs his eyes, thinking he's going crazy. He walks towards you, putting his hands in front of him. “Y/N.. Give it to me.. Please.. What do you want to do with it ?” You respond, angry with yourself “That way.. at least.. I would have.. a real reason.. to be in pain..” He shakes his head “Noooo, don’t do that, don’t do that, give it, I beg you !!! Please.. Please give it to me.. Y/N.. Don’t do that.. Give it back to me..”

You let yourself be convinced, you make him worry even more. He immediately became sober, suddenly, seeing you in this state. He takes the knife again and puts his hands under your armpits then lifts you into his arms. You rest your head against his shoulder, he explains to you “Come on. Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.” He actually carries you to the hospital, making you sit on his lap in the waiting room. You burst into tears, apologizing but telling him that you can't take the pain anymore. “It’s nothing at all darling. Really, just don't do that again. All right ? Don’t ever think about hurting yourself again.” You nod, hugging him close. He covers you with his cape, while wrapping his arms around you. You are examined quickly and a nurse gives you a slightly more powerful painkiller. In reality, it doesn't work and won't work all evening. You hold your stomach with both hands on your bed. Shanks remained seated, close to you. His hand on your thigh, repeating the same movements as a few hours earlier on the ship. You look at the walls of the room and the dilapidated state of the premises. You sigh, biting your tongue, he removes his hand to put it in your hair. He is silent, helpless, watching you suffer. You start to cry again, in silence, his heart tightens. He wipes your tears “It’s going to be okay, it’s going to go away, don’t worry.. Breathe angel.. I’m right here.”

It’s too painful and you’ve been waiting for almost three hours. He gets up and goes to get a doctor, it doesn't matter which one. Besides, you hear him get angry at some nurses who tell him to wait and that your case is not serious. A doctor agrees to re-examine you, especially worried about what a pirate of Red Hair's caliber could do to them. Same reaction, same heart rate, same stable state. A nurse serves you the meal but your instinct tells you not to touch it, and rightly so. You pretend you're not hungry, even to Shanks. He doesn't insist and warns you that he will buy you something else. She comes back a few hours later, seeing that you haven't swallowed anything. She cheekily says to you “Are you together ? Because an orgasm is excellent for cramps. You tried ?" Shanks, embarrassed, looks at the nurse and says no, you didn't try. She leaves, warning you that you will go out in the evening with other medications but makes you understand that they will not be able to do anything more for you. He goes out for a while to talk on the phone with his crew when that same nurse comes back again, telling you “Are you really not together ??!”, you shake your head. She asks you “So, can I try my luck ?” You lower your head, you don't want to speak for him, she leaves, happy as hell.

Exhausted by the events, you pull your IV from your arm, tearing it off then you get out of your bed. You twist the cable around the IV stand behind the bed but you feel dizzy. Shanks enters the room and immediately tells you “No, wait, wait Y/N, I'll help you.. Wait..” Coming up to you, you're already finished and you bend down to pick up the IV and To throw in the bin. He feels guilty, you tell him you want to go home. He nods like a soldier “Yes, okay, of course.” He asks you “What did the nurse want ? She came by again..”, “You.” He looks at you, with big eyes “Huh ?!”, you specify “She wanted you.” He scratches his head, uncomfortable, you ask him “Can you help me please ?..” He follows your gaze to understand that you need to tie your shoelaces. Of course, he immediately kneels down to tie your shoelaces. He gets up, you thank him, he guides your hands behind his shoulders and his hands under your thighs to carry you. You cling to him, you tell him that you don't want the medicine that will be given to you. You left before she came back. He accepts and carries you to his room. He makes you sit on his bed, in your usual place. He removes his cape and sword then stands to brood while you still hold your stomach. He says to you “What exactly did she say to you ?” You sigh “She’s going to try her luck. Wanted to be sure we weren't together. and blah blah blah…”

He collapses on his bed, next to you, disgusted at having left you all alone. He strokes your hair and then asks, “Is what she said about orgasm, true ?” You nod your head, he asks you “Ahhh but has it already worked ?” You shake your head, he looks at you, confused. You tell him “I've never done it..” He's a little surprised, it's a bit cliché but you're a very pretty young woman and you turn heads so he thought you probably would have already had someone in the past. He asks you “Do you want to do it ?” The question was direct, straightforward, of course leaving the right to refuse. You answer “B-But.. I don’t know how to do..” He smiles, his hand moving to the back of your head “It doesn’t matter, let me help you..” You inhale and ask “Are they back ?”, he says to you “I’ll see. I will be back." He gets up, closes the door, a little stressed. He feels like he can't go back. He reopens his door, answering your question “The ship is deserted but I can close the door if you want ?” You nod, he does so, he thinks at a thousand miles an hour in his head. All his thoughts are racing. He sits in front of you, grabs both of your hands and asks “Y/N.”, “Yes ?..” He tilts his head to the side “Don’t we have to ? If you want, I will be ready for you. If you don't want it, I won't do anything. If you want to stop, I will stop. All right ? Would you like to do it for the first time with me ?” You accept, he smiles at you then guides you onto his knees to kiss you.

It's a revelation, he kisses like a God, it seems so natural. A little too good for a Captain who does this just for the sake of his teammate. You smile when he stops for a moment and says. “A little too passionate for a first time, right ?” He apologizes a lot but you stop him right away. You hold his shoulder and the other hand traces his chest as you answer him “I didn't say I was against it, I like it Captain.. Please continue..” He is not kind of asking for a long time. He resumes, the kiss is so languorous that you feel the blood flowing into your pad. Then he moves to your neck, you hold on to his shoulders for dear life. He dragged out the foreplay, wanting to make sure he didn't hurt you. You say in a low voice “I'm taking the pill..”, “Okay, no need for a cond-” You cut him off “No.. it's okay..”, he smiles at you, holding your cheek in his hand. Two or three furtive kisses and he gestured for you to lie down on his bed. He helps you onto your back, caressing your thighs. “Lie down my love. Relax, you’ll have a great time, I promise.” Gently removing your clothes, he leans lightly on you to kiss you. He squeezes his fingers, in and around your pleasure spot. He made you so wet to prepare for his entrance, painlessly. He takes off his clothes slowly while you look at him, not the least stressed in the world. He holds your hand to reassure you, finding you so cute.

You didn't see any of his smirks that he usually reserved for you, under other circumstances. No, it was another smile, more of the silly, happy kind. His eyes scan your body like he’s looking at the eighth wonder of the world. Your breasts seem so soft against his chest. To begin penetration, he kisses you. It slides extremely well, between the blood and your water. Its rhythm is slow and gentle. You moan in pleasure, his name, praises on his rhythm. But you often ask him to go slowly. He frowns “Honey, am I hurting you ?”, holding your cheek against the palm of his hand. He stopped inside you, you shook your head, still holding his other hand. “Okay, squeeze my hand, if ever.” You nod, he kisses you again. The pulsation comes as much from you as from him. Suddenly, you stand up and look at the ceiling. He stops, you panic, remembering. You put your hand in front of your mouth “Ohhh !!! Sheets !!! Sheets !!!" He shakes his head “No treasure, there’s a towel, look.” You nod, he doesn’t continue. He thinks, literally, always in you. You touch his shoulder as he looks lost in thought. He continues, smiling at you but still gently. You moan his name, boosting his ego “It’s okay baby doll. I’m right here.” He keeps his hand on your lower stomach, the place that hurts because of your period and at the same time, the place where he is. It’s hot, pleasure radiates through your thighs, already removing some of your pain.

He moans too, when you shout “SHANKS !!!”, he weakens, afraid of having hurt you. You made the Pirate Emperor stutter “Yes.. Y-Yes baby ?? Are you not okay ? Are you feeling bad ??!” You feel your heart beating between your thighs, literally around him. You stammer “That.. that’s..”, “Yes sweetheart, what’s wrong ? You want more ? Am I hurting you ?” You shake your head, your vision blurring from the pleasure. You lay your head back, he strokes your hair. You feel him withdrawing from you. The empty feeling it leaves exasperates you to be honest. He closes your thighs, he asks you again what’s wrong. “M-My.. thighs.. I-I.. they.. a-are..”, he caresses your cheek, lying next to you, on his side, holding you close to him. Your cheek pressed against his chiseled chest. He tells you to focus on your breathing, he doesn't understand what's happening in the first place. When you finally manage to speak, explaining that something weird is happening in your stomach. He smiles “It’s normal my angel. It’s because of pleasure.” He gets back on his knees and leaves purple marks on the inside of your thighs, then your stomach, your breasts, your neck.

His pupils grow bigger looking at you so pretty, under his own body. You moaned his name, making him weak. You definitely have it wrapped around your finger. He resumes after asking you again, after you hold him close, wanting to keep his warmth, no matter if he's still inside you or not. You moan his name, not understanding what is happening. He feels himself reaching his climax, asking for permission to release inside you. The liquid flowing deep inside you warms you and makes you reach your second orgasm. Your thighs are trembling. He kisses you again, you grip the sheets but he gently removes your hands to make you hold him. “Even if you scratch me, princess, go ahead.” You stammer again, blushing “B-But.. I-I’m.. going to.. hurt.. you..?” He laughed kindly “It takes more than that to hurt me, I’m a pirate, I remind you.” He continues his deep, slow thrusts inside you. He kisses you all over and holds you close to help you. Pleasure is unknown to you. It comes in waves over your body, you tremble, eyes sometimes rolling back.

The fact that he goes so slowly and with you, triggers an orgasm never felt before in him, with any other woman. You pull him out of his thoughts and wipe his smile away when you try to sit back down. But impossible, with his weight on you and your thighs spread against his hips. You cry, looking towards where you are physically connected. Thinking he's hurting you, he's about to pull out but first asks you what's wrong. “T-The blood.. T-There.. is everywhere..” He takes your face in his hand “We don’t care about thaaaat sweetie. Enjoy, let yourself go !!!” He wipes your tears as you obey him.

He continues to caress your thighs with his hand, relieving you again and again. You're still shaking although less so, he lies on top of you, covering you. His warmth helps you, he kisses your collarbone gently. You heard the crew talking and laughing, drowning out your moans as he started again, still after asking you. You beg to kiss him, he smiles, wondering why it makes him so happy. This isn't the first time he's slept with a woman. Two orgasms for him, five to six for you. He strokes your hair “Do you want to do it again ?”, you nod. He takes the stained towel, carries you in his arms, to his bathtub. He turns on the light, closes the door, places you in his bathtub, you sit there, watching the blood flow out of you but mixed with his seed. Something makes you ashamed, you tell yourself that your Captain saw you completely naked and that you let him do that. He turns on the hot water and stands behind you after asking you.

He takes a hotter bath than usual but he does it for you. His voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you rested your head against the edge. He rubs your arms “Are your breasts better ? Will you allow me ?” You shake your head, he lays you against his chest, puts his hands on your breasts, massaging them gently. You asked him as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Can we.. start again ?.. Please..” The fact that you speak to him so nicely makes him have the furious desire to make love to you properly but above all to marry you. “Yes doll, of course, you stay like that ?”, you nod, he lifts your thighs, putting your legs on the side of his. He slowly pushes himself into you, holding you by the waist. He presses your forehead to rest your neck against his shoulder. You try to relax in the water but you feel the blood flowing.

You moan his name, a little too loudly, so he laughs and puts his hand over your mouth. He would have loved to hear you but not this time, not like this. he prefers to keep it to himself “Just for me my love, not today”. You're embarrassed, you tell him as he bites your neck. “It’s.. weird..”, he smiles, “Ahhh, I’m shaking.. Shanks..” He places his hands on your lower stomach, feeling inside you “It’s normal darling.. Relax.” He holds your thighs because they're shaking really bad. As you moan, especially when you call him Captain, he relaxes inside you. You tighten around him so much, you're tight, he bites his lip. You fidget a little, bending your knees, apologizing. He shakes his head, pressing into your stomach to apply his heat. “Nooooo !!! No. Let it all go, baby, again. Carry on sweetheart.” You nod, feeling him throb inside you. He bites your neck when you say in a low voice “B-But.. the blood, there.. is.. everywhere..” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests your thighs like before. “Don’t panic goddess, relax again, come on.. There you go again.” You comply, moaning his name as his own orgasm is silent. Water still retains a lot of your blood. He whispers to you “Are you still in pain, beauty ?” You nod, he massages your breasts, your stomach. When you feel him cum inside you again, deeply, you tighten around him. “Don’t be afraid Y/N.. Shhhh..” You hold the edges of the bathtub “I’m right here angel. Just there. I've got you. You see ? I love you." Oh my God, how he could say two words so heavy with meaning. You stutter “Y-You.. love m-me ?..” He nods, continuing to massage you. “Don’t look, don’t lower your head.”

The water has turned cold, he presses his chest against your back to empty the bathtub. He refills it again, with slightly warmer water. He puts the soap he thinks you will like. Frothing the water, he takes a glove and scrubs you. Then he lifts you up to stand down and do the same for him. Wanting to savor the moment, he lays you back against his chest while you remained leaning against the wall of the bathtub, seeming to ruminate. “Are you okay honey ? You regret ?" You shake your head, he kisses your cheek “So, what’s going on ?” You ask him “What do you mean, how could you say “enjoy” to me ?? What next ??? Were you saying that wasn’t going to happen anymore ?”, he laughed out loud. Remembering that he told you that a few minutes earlier. “Not in that sense, pretty.. Enjoy the moment but don’t worry, I’ll make love to you all the time okay ?” You blush, embarrassed, he massages your back under the water. You say to him “I-I want.. to go out.. please…”, he drains the water and rinses you then wraps a towel around you. You sit on the edge as he does the same for him, around his waist. You look at his muscular chest, making you blush again. He kisses you then goes to get you some clothes. He squats down and puts on panties with the pad. He looks for a t-shirt of his own in his closet and puts it on you. You go straight to lie down, telling him you're tired. “Okay baby, I’m coming !!! I love you !!!"

He puts on a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, brushes his teeth then turns on his heater. He covers you and goes to get a glass of water to drink your medicine. He makes you drink it, sitting you back down then takes off his t-shirt and gets under the covers with you. Resting your head on his arm as he holds you close. You stroke his hair, looking at him so devoted and kind makes you want to marry him and have his children. He kisses you then you tell him “I’m hungry..” He immediately gets up, an open shirt on, kisses you on the forehead and goes to warm up what he finds in the fridge. When he returns, your stomach growls, making him laugh. He places the plate on your thighs, a pillow behind you. He sits next to you, looking at you. He asks you, as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “There’s always been something between us, right ?” You smile “I thought you did that out of the goodness of your heart, Captain ?” He smiles, preparing to answer you. You anticipate him “Or because you wanted..”, he understands that you are referring to the fact that he would have charmed you just to sleep with you. He doesn't get offended, not when it comes to you. So he answers you “No, no, no!!! Basically, I wanted to keep it to myself. You never told me anything or made me understand, so… I was too afraid to tell you, that it wouldn't be reciprocated and that you would tell me that you preferred to leave the ship. Or worse, never see me again.. But I’m in love with you.. There I said it !!!” You smile, continuing to eat, you tell him that you too. You thank him, getting up to go put them back in the kitchen. He’s holding you back “Huh ?? In this outfit ? No way !!!" He takes everything from your arms and goes out to put it down himself. He comes back, takes you to the bathroom to brush your teeth. He makes you laugh “The baby, it’ll be for next time ?” You nod, rinse your mouth, wipe and follow him as he held your hand, in his. He makes you lie down then tickles you to make you laugh. You laugh out loud, begging him to stop, otherwise you'll die of laughter. He stops, laughing “How pretty you look in my clothes.. love..” You thank him, and for the rest, he hugs you and covers you.

He falls asleep before you, wakes up after you too, finding you stroking his hair. “Hello doll !!” You smile, looking at him, intimidated. You stand up, he holds you by the waist, peppering your neck with kisses. You manage to get out of bed, making him sulk like a five year old. You shower, get dressed and convince him that you have to prepare food, that it's your turn. You do it, he gets out of bed, gets ready and goes to sit on the deck with his right arm. Chatting among themselves, you finish making food and eat first, you don't know why but you have a lot of appetite since the day before. You served everyone at the kitchen table and did the dishes. You get out and walk up to your Captain, his right arm stopping. Shanks looks at you, you spread your arms as Benn looks at you out of the corner of his eye. To tease you and take revenge for the morning, he says to you “Can you come back later ? I’m busy, sweetie..” You lower your head and respond “Okay..”, in a weak voice. You go back to the kitchen, asking Lucky if he can do the dishes later because you're feeling tired. He accepts, given that almost all of them know that you were on your period. You walk down the hall and burst into tears, you go into his room. You get into bed, lie on your side, cover yourself completely. It affected you too much, you think that if it starts this badly, there's no point in continuing. Then you think about it and start to think that he really just wanted to sleep with you and leave you. That now you are like the others, you are suffocating from crying.

For his part, Shanks tried to tell you to come back, that it was just to tease you. He storms back into his room, “Baby !!! I was joking !!!", "You sleep ?" He hears you sniffle, his heart tears in his chest. He removes the blanket, sits down “Nooooo love, don’t cry, don’t cry !!! I was joking, I swear !!! Didn’t you hear me ?? I told you to come back, I wasn’t serious !!!” You continue to cry, covering your face with your forearms. He wraps his arms around you “Nooooo, stop crying !!! You can’t be sad because of me !!!” In a jerky voice, you burst into tears again, apologizing for disturbing him. He shakes his head, frowning. “Nooo !!! NOOOO !!! You never bothered me !!! Y/N !!! I apologize !!! I didn't mean to hurt you !!! Do not Cry !!! Please sweetheart !!!” You apologize again, he pulls you onto his lap, wipes your tears, holds your chin. He kisses you everywhere and holds you as tight as he can. “Noooo doll !!!! I want cuddles too !!! All the time !!!!" He kisses you again and convinces you to go eat. “Hit me my angel !!! Come on !!! Avenge yourself !!"

You shake your head, hugging him closer. He rubs your back “I’m so sorry my princess, give me lots of hugs !!! Come on !!! Sweetheart, how could you believe I was serious !!! As if I was going to refuse or delay your affection ?! I’m an idiot but not that much !!” You keep crying, he's really sad and angry with himself. You're so sensitive, he knows it, he shouldn't play this kind of game with you. “Come eat beauty, I want to see what you have prepared..” Your voice is hoarse, because of the tears "I… ate..” He looks at you attentively, you tell the truth. “Okay darling.. Will you stay with me while I eat ?..” You shrug your shoulders, he kisses you “I’m sorry my empress, I didn’t mean to hurt you.. I love you, I want cuddles.. All the time from you.. I beg your forgiveness..” You nod, he carries you to the kitchen. Keeps you on his lap, compliments you on your cooking and holds you against him.

He didn't let go of you and kept you on his knees for weeks. Asking for cuddles, all the time. Of course, you forgave him, how else could you do it. Maybe a wedding and a baby on the way. Who knows ?

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