#op:shanks

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Sugar daddy Shanks but he's a broke ass bitch.

"Does baby want a... Uhhh let's see," *rummages around in pockets*

"Does baby want a... A gum stick?" *pulls out a lint-encrusted wad of half melted chewing gum*

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WINTER 2022 SPECIAL: ❝#27 with Shanks.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Red Haired Shanks ]

「#27 ❝ Did you eat all of my holiday chocolate?❞ with Shanks.」

RED HAIRED SHANKS

The Red Hair Pirates had docked on an island to restock some supplies, relax, do a bit of maintenance on the ship. Everyone was starting to get restless after spending a good amount of time at the sea. And they all relished the opportunity to explore and be able to stretch their legs on dry land. The town had a lot of clothes suitable for winter and you were thrilled to be able to finally purchase some clothes. By the time you returned to where the Red Force was docked, the crew had already gathered around on deck and drinking while chatting loudly.

”Hey, [First Name]! Took you long enough! Wanna have a drink?” Shanks was the first one to notice your arrival.

”Maybe later. What about dinner?” you asked, scooting closer towards Shanks. He stands up to pull you by the waist, nuzzling his nose into your hair affectionately.

”I think Lucky Roux is preparing something in the kitchen.” someone replied.

”I’ll drop these off and help him.” you motioned to the bag that you were holding onto you.

”Come and drink with us, [First Name]. You don’t reaaaally have to go right?” Shanks pouted at you. In response, you gave him a sigh and a quick peck on his cheek before pulling away.

”I won’t be gone too long! Try not to miss me too much!” you winked playfully.

If you were to question someone what they liked about Christmas, it had to be about giving and receiving gifts. As pirates, they would mention how they loved the banquets and parties, often making a dumb excuse to celebrate and have a drink with everyone. Christmas was no different, it was a season when everyone will get together and party. So when the opportunity was presented to you, you were already in the kitchen with Lucky Roux, making something to feed the entire crew while they were drinking. You put the batch of Christmas-themed chocolate you made into the fridge to let it cool before helping with whatever Lucky Roux needed from you.

It wasn’t until the party was nearing the end that you skipped towards the kitchen, eager to let the crew taste the chocolate you prepared earlier. The moment you opened the fridge, you noticed the absence of the chocolate tray that you placed on the top rack. For a moment, you thought it was just misplaced but when it was nowhere to be seen inside the fridge, you began to frantically look around for your chocolates.

"What are you looking for, baby?"

"Oh! Perfect timing! Did you see the chocolate I made for the crew? I put it in the fridge earlier....." you mumbled absentmindedly, turning to face your lover who stood at the door of the kitchen. It was then you noticed the little smudges of chocolate on Shanks' lips and fingers. You narrowed your eyes at him and he visibly gulped at the sight of your glare. He backed away until he felt the cool wood against his back. You stood in front of him with an icy glare, studying his every move.

"Shanks....." you started in a low tone that sent shivers down his spine.

"Yes, honey?" Shanks did his best to smile at you.

"Did you eat all of my holiday chocolate?"

"I may or may not.....have eaten them because I got hungry." Shanks admitted, rubbing the back of his head. He could almost see the invisible bomb inside your head go off.

"It was going to be for tonight's party! Now I gotta make something else for dessert—What are you smiling at, Shanks?!” you pulled at his cheeks with an angry glare.

Shanks watched as you huffed angrily, turning away and moving away from him. He could hear you grumble and complain, slowly stomping against the floorboards of the ship. It was pretty cute in his eyes but he knows that you were mad. For a moment, he watches cautiously when you turn your back against him, heading into the store room that was just at the back of the kitchen. After a while, Shanks decided to follow you to apologize. You could hear his footsteps and abruptly turn around, making him stop in his tracks.

"Don't follow me, Shanks." you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"C'mon, don't be mad. I'll help you make a new batch." he offered. 

Shanks knew that he can be childish sometimes and he could see the scowl reflected on your face. There are occasions when he would underestimate your feelings, incapable of understanding what is really going through your head. One part of him was telling him that you were being a little bit too dramatic but he knows that that was not the case. He tries to understand from your perspective. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he was not valuing your efforts and feelings. He hopes that you're not as mad as he thinks you are.

"Fine! But you're not getting any of the new ones because you ate all of the ones I made earlier!" you huffed angrily at him.

"I can help you taste test! The chocolate was really delicious!" Shanks grins widely, following you back into the kitchen.

"Hurry up and come help! Or you won't get any cuddles for the next 3 days!"

Total: 891 words Published: 23.12.2022

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hc: While shanks can cut an onion... He's not great at it (and even worse after losing an arm). The poor onion ends up mutilated in a little pile of rough uneven chunks. He also has absolutely no idea about any tricks like wetting the knife, so they end up lightly salted with his tears the first few times because he's too stubborn/delusional to admit defeat. In a self-described "stroke of genius" he ends up wearing swimming goggles to chop them.

half the men yall call daddy can't even put air in a tire. yeah he can pull your hair but can he chop an onion? no he cannot.

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SHANKS x AMAB! MALE READER

NSFW IMAGINE‎

Content: Male-gendered pet names, light dom/sub, oral sex reader receiving, reader has a dick, shanks is a slut (affectionate) MDNI 18+

Imagine...

Shanks blowing you sloppily under the table while you work. Taking his time and teasing your length, groaning when you brush his red locks from his face or roll your hips gently.

Shanks who sucks dick for his pleasure, not yours, laving his tongue around your leaky tip with a satisfied hum; who buries his nose into your groin and nips at the surrounding skin, and runs a hot sloppy kiss up the side of your length.

Shanks who praises you absentmindedly, thoughts rolling off his tongue: "God, you taste so fucking good" ... "So handsome like this" ... "C'mon sweet boy, let me hear more of them pretty moans" ... "Oh, I'm gonna absolutely ruin you later"

Shanks who whines when you fist a hand in his hair and tug- pulling him up and down your length at your own pace, soft, wet sounds coming from his throat with each thrust

Shanks who laughs breathily and gazes up at you with deep crimson eyes, slapping your cockhead on his tongue before taking you down until he gags slightly

Shanks who makes your eyes roll back as he gently scrapes his teeth just right, the slick sounds as he bobs his head up and down your length adding to the heat building in your gut

Shanks who fists his own aching dick while he watches you lovingly, enamoured at every little sound that escapes you, the way your jaw feathers and your muscles tense as you teeter on the edge

Shanks who pulls off your dick with a wet pop, jerking you fast while he presses his cheek to your length, murmuring a sinful “That's my good boy, come on, come f'me darlin',” in between pants

Shanks who milks your cock and outright groans as the first streaks of cum hit his face.

Shanks who takes you back into his mouth only to slurp messily at the last of your release, pulling off just before the sensitivity becomes too much and you writhe under his touch

Shanks who gets up clumsily when you reach to pull him into your arms, ready to repay your lover, but whimpers when you reach down to stroke him and find his shaft covered in his own seed, cock softening after he came just from blowing you

an: unedited in its entirety... It's 11:07pm and I'm tired and down bad for this man and dear god I needed to write this. Leave a comment if you liked it please- for real feedback is the ONLY thing that sustains me ;-;

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Hi! This is my first time requesting, so am kinda nervous to request!

Can I get Shanks x HalfDragon! Male reader? Or gn reader if you prefer that more, like they were secretly childhood best friends then got separated when HalfDragon! Male reader got captured by the Marines? (He was too weak that day) then few years pass and they meet again? Like Shanks found him all chained up on a island that belongs to the Marines (is there any island that belongs to the Marines??) and considered as dangerous?

Fluff and angst too pls!!

(Sorry if am not making any sense, English not my first language)

(Also, if you're uncomfortable with this, ignore it or delete it! I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable with me :D)

Shanks x Dragon! Male Reader

CONTENT: SFW, gen fic (can be read platonically or romantically), imprisonment, kidnapping, child neglect, male reader, dragon reader (like seraphim)

AN: I hear ya I hear ya. I’ve never written for anything remotely anthropomorphic before. This took so long I'm so sorry 💀 if you're still around I hope you like it (:

The Roger Pirates had been laying low for a few months, wandering about in the South Blue following a particularly high-profile rendezvous with an Admiral, when they drew in to dock at Bakemono Island.

It was here that you were found, sneaking up on, and stealing from, a tipsy Crocus. You’d nearly made it out the door too, cloak pulled tight over your shoulders, the rowdy drunken cheers of the crew providing a great distraction… until a firm hand clasped around your elbow and tugged you back. You spun around in shock, coming face-to-face with a red-haired boy roughly your own age, and a looming figure above.

You froze seeing his expression morph into one of shock, mentally preparing for him to be disgusted or angered by your eyes, the smattering of scales across your skin, your slightly pointed teeth, but his gaze only softened.

But the first things Shanks noticed were the cuts and scrapes covering you, evidence of the resentment and fear the locals had. You clearly hadn’t bathed in weeks (the lake long since frozen over in the harsh winter) and your lips were purple and trembling from the bitter night air. Bruises littered your skin, some fresh and some yellow.

Before you could run off again, Shanks had frantically called over a tall blond man. Rayleigh had looked down at you from behind shanks, immediately noticing the wallet clasped in your shaking hands, but his annoyance at a brat -And hell, you must’ve been no older than what, five?- stealing from his crew was quickly dulled when he saw your face. Any scolding died in his throat, and he gently forced you down into a chair, sliding you a bowl of stew with a simple demand, “eat.”

Courtesy of Shanks’s incessant probing, you reluctantly admitted you had no family or caregivers. Hearing this, Rayleigh and Roger had all but decided you were to become a member of their crew, a proposition you agreed to so quickly you accidentally choked on the bread roll you were given. The night had gone well after that, the crew didn’t ask questions, too tipsy or busy with terrible karaoke to bother, and once things had subdued you were brought aboard the Oro Jackson. 

You were carried to a small cabin by Rayleigh, barely awake. He tucked you into a comfortable hammock where you fell asleep feeling secure for the first time in your life.

That sense of tranquillity was lost the second you woke up.

A boy your own age grinned down with bright red eyes and equally shocking hair, interrupting your startled scream with a chirpy “Hey! I’m Shanks. Who- no don’t scream you’ll wake the clown- who’re you? Whatcha doin’ here? I like your… scales? And your eyes! And-”

From that moment on Shanks became a permanent fixture in your life, whether by your own volition or not, and while a little overwhelming for an orphaned social outcast to begin with, the redhead quickly became your best friend. Shanks, and the rest of the crew, helped you come out of your shell

Over time the two of you more or less became a packaged deal— wherever you went, the crew knew Shanks was soon to follow suit; wherever Shanks went, you’d be hot on his heels. Quickly, the Oro Jackson became home and the crew the family you’d never had.

You quickly caught up to Shanks in swordsmanship, leading to amused gambling from the crew during your many duels. As you got older, the crew learned to make the two of you wait until a nearby island before fighting, following a rather nasty incident of a cleaved mast. Your dragon abilities became stronger as you got older too, and a nasty bout of flu led to you setting Buggy’s hat on fire.

The sea was calm the day you’d pulled in to dock at orchard island. Roger entrusted the task of gathering a few specific supplies to you, a routine you carried out often. Hours passed, and the atmosphere on the ship grew uneasy. Shanks returned from his own chores, expecting to see you, but you were nowhere in sight. The crew began searching the ship frantically, calling your name with increasing worry. However, as the minutes turned into hours, and the hours gave way to nightfall, it became evident that something was terribly wrong.

Shanks discovered your belongings untouched in their shared quarters. The half-finished drawings, the worn-out pirate hat - all left behind. The crew descended on the town in search of you. 

In the heart of the town square, Gaban discovered a series of wanted posters plastered to the wall, large red “X”s painted over them — displaying your face. Shock ran through the crew as they first realised that the marines had been watching you closely. Then, that you’d been taken.

──────────────────── many years later...

The scent of salt and decay lingered in the air as Shanks and his crew disembarked onto the abandoned Naval Fortress, its walls cracked and crumbling, long since reclaimed by nature. 

Possibilities of treasures or hidden secrets about the World Government drew Shanks to investigate the fortress

The soft slap of his sandals echoed as he wandered through the corridors.

As the crew rifled through old storage rooms and examined dusty maps, Shanks couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this forsaken place. His instincts led him to a particularly intact section of the fortress; the walls stood strong, showing no signs of weathering.

“Hey, Benn,” he called over his shoulder, palm splayed against the cool stone, “you seeing what I’m seeing?”

A wave of Haki accompanied by a soft grunt confirmed it. Shanks pushed his hand forward, the brick beggining to slide backwards at the same time as a bookshelf on the opposite end of the room swung open. A draft of cold air greeted them as the secret door creaked open, revealing a dark passageway leading downwards. 

The two exchanged looks before descending, Benn lighting a bundle of old lamps as a torch. The descent was eerie, the walls damp and the air heavy. The further they went, the more ominous the surroundings became. Shadows danced on the walls, and the distant echo of dripping water kept them on edge. 

At the bottom of the passageway, Shanks caught his foot on something, something that clanked and grated against the lichen-covered floor. Benn swung the torch downwards, casting the corner of the room in dim light— and Shanks couldn't believe his eyes. Chained to the cold, the stone wall was a figure. You.

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mornings in shanks' bed. waking up as the sun filters through the porthole as he nuzzles your neck. running your fingers through his hair as he pulls you impossibly closer, his calloused thumb soothing over the dip of your spine. tangling your legs together under the freshly laundered sheets. pressing soft kisses in between murmurmed praise against to the freckles dusted over his neck, shoulders and chest. feeling the soft rumble of his chuckle through your palm splayed over his pec. his scruff tickling you as he presses a delicate, lingering 'good morning' kiss to your forehead; then to your fluttering eyelids, the tip of your nose, before finally settling against your own lips, warm, curving at the edges as he smiles into it.

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wanna fuck bratty sub bottom shanks till he's gagging with each thrust eyes rolling back drooling onto the bed sheets and then tease him for being too much of a cock drunk slut to think of anything else smart to say. force him to come from the back and lifting up his hips so that he can't rub down against the sheets, shoving his face down with a hand on the back of his neck and grinding hard against his prostate to make his leaky cock spurt another pathetic dribble of precum as his balls draw up and he whines

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dry humping with shanks because you're both too drunk and desperate for eacothers touch to wait until you get back to quarters. all frantic grasping and stuttering hips and groans barely-muffled into eachother's mouths at the end of a barside alley.

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If this country was ACTUALLY a democracy they'd have a scene of Shanks butt naked! We live in a dictatorship! Our voices don't matter! Open your eyes!!!

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It pains me to say but Shanks is the kind of guy to put empty ice cream containers back in the freezer

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Draw Shanks terribly pls that wpuld be so funny

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okay listen i love red eyed shanks too but just. him with big warm brown eyes? ugh i need a chaise loungue to swoon and faint onto...

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I was supposed to send this when you were asking for characters but then I forgot and blacked out for 3 days so that’s my bad, anyway—

Benn BigDickman

overworked and underpayed 🙂‍↕️

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝night melody.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Red Haired Shanks ] 

「Headcanons of Shanks catching his S/O playing a ukulele, along on the ship deck.」

RED-HAIRED SHANKS

On nights where the Red-Haired pirates are sailing through the seas, the crewmembers would be seen drinking and partying for whatever reason. There's loud singing, cheering and laughter everywhere. And in the center of the party, there was your captain and boyfriend, Shanks. On one hand you had a plate of food that Lucky Roux made for this party. You weren't too far away from him, decided to observe your lover from a distance instead of getting involved.

You'd like to say that you're the musician of the Red-Haired pirates but as the girlfriend of the captain, you're always dealing with whatever mess he leaves behind. While you were eating, you could hear Yasopp telling the crew about the adventures you had. For a moment, you glanced over at Shanks who was on his 10th mug of beer. But honestly, the amount of booze he consumed on a daily basis never had an affect in his life. After observing your captain for a bit, you realized that he had pulled a few people for a drinking competition.

It was when everyone had fallen asleep, either from being too drunk or too tired after partying really hard that Shanks woke up from his little nap on the deck. He discovered that all his crewmates were sleeping soundly, bundled up in blankets and whatever mess that was left behind after the party was already taken care off. The captain pushed off the blanket that the same individual had given him before glancing around to look for whoever was still awake and the one responsible for clearing up such a huge mess. 

When he heard the soft strumming and humming from the deck of the ship, he knew that someone was still awake. What's more, he knew exactly who it was that was still awake. Despite being still completely drunk out of his mind, the red haired captain made his way towards where the sound was coming from without tripping over the bodies of his crewmates who were sleeping on the floor. Shanks spotted you playing your ukulele, on the ship deck. You swayed from side to side, too immersed in playing the instrument to even notice that Shanks had woken up from his slumber.

Shanks snapped his fingers, following the tune you were playing and you eventually turned around to see your lover humming and dancing to your tune like the drunken idiot he is. You decided to entertain him, adjusting your tunes to one that Shanks preferred, one that he loved hearing whenever you played the ukulele.

"Shanks, I thought you were sleeping." you mumbled when he wraps one arm around you.

"You know that I can't sleep well without you." Shanks let out a small chuckle that tickled your ear.

"Seeing how well you slept without me earlier says otherwise." you retorted almost instantly. Your lover lets out a whine in response and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"Hey, why don't you play a little something that will help me sleep?" Shanks removed his arm from you and laid down on his back.

You complained a little but you readjusted your grip on the ukulele. The music begins playing; it has a gentle and melodious tune, one that you liked to play during night time that lulled everyone to sleep. After a few moments, the music slows down and slowly comes to a close. When you put down your instrument, you were  quite unpleased at the fact that Shanks was still wide awake. In fact, his gaze seem to be on you, making you feel bashful.

"You know I played that for you to fall asleep but if it keeps you awake then what's the point." you laughed.

"How could I fall asleep when you look so lovely?" he said with an honest smile on his lips.

In response, you roll your eyes and walked over towards Shanks who was leaning against the mast. You sat next to him, putting your ukulele on your lap as you leaned your head against his shoulder. He watched you cuddle up to his side with a smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to move you closer. The cool air of the night feel soothing and all but if you were going to sleep, you preferred it to be on the bed. After looking at the stars together with Shanks in silence for a while, you stood up.

"Where are you going, [First Name]?" he caught your wrist before you could go anywhere.

"To bed." you replied.

"What's wrong with sleeping out here?" he asked.

"It's cold and uncomfortable. We have beds for a reason too." you responded. Shanks tugs you so that you fell against his chest, knocking your breath from your lungs.

"Then sleep with me tonight." he offered. The offer was really tempting, you're not gonna lie. Especially when you're right on his chest, the feeling of his muscles flexing under your fingers, the warmth of his skin. Honestly, you weren't sure if you could actually refuse such an offer. But of course, once you remembered that Shanks was drunk and might not be conscious of what he's doing right now, you pulled away.

"I'm not sleeping with you, captain." you narrowed your eyes at your lover.

"Why not?"

"You're drunk."

"Come onnnn." he whined.

"No."

"Can I at least have a kiss before you go?"

You let out a long sigh. How would the captain of the Red Hair Pirates, one of the Yonkous, be someone so childish? A lot of people in the world would assume that he's probably intimidating, laid-back and someone who acted like a proper pirate captain. However, it was different when he was with his crewmates and with you. Even though, he acts like a spoiled child in front of you, you decided to comply to his one request. You crouched in front of Shanks and kissed his forehead.

"Now, will you stop being a baby and go to sleep?"

"How is that enough?" Shanks chuckled.

He pulled you in for a long, deep kiss that caught you by surprise, the feeling of his lips on yours was enough to sweep away all inhibitions you had earlier. Shanks smiled at you after pulling away, a cheeky, smile on his face that lightened the mood. His fingers were unsteady when they brushed against your cheek, slowly trailing down to rest on your neck.

"Are you satisfied now?" you grumbled.

“I dunno, maybe one more?" Shanks joked.

Total: 1101 words  Published: 07.10.2022

Thank you for requesting, @angelwolf745​! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ Our very first One Piece request!!! It’s been so long since we’ve done requests..... ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! Lou has been stressed with her life and final year project. So I’m taking charge of doing the publishing. Hope you enjoyed this! ― author Natsuki

Requests are open! Matchups are closed! Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

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God. You're right.

It pains me to say but Shanks is the kind of guy to put empty ice cream containers back in the freezer