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the idea of shanks using haki during sex makes me so crazy... he gets a little too rough with you and you try to squirm or pull away but his presence overwhelms you and your mind goes blank and you start leaning into every little touch.....
#and when you stop squirming he praises you for being so good and obedient for him >/////<#my post rate may have slowed down but rest assured he is still on my mind 24/7#hyper talks#shanks x reader#shanks x you#shanks smut
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DP December 🔴🔵
Ayyy, here's another one! There are 3 more ideas to get to, so let's see how far we get. Here's the first one, featuring Crocodile and Buggy.
WC: ~800
Warnings: NSFW, Shanks x gn!Reader x Buggy, insertion sex, double penetration - reader receiving, mention of male masturbation, creampies, cum eating, profanity
You were between the two men and it was overwhelming. You were lost to every detail - the heat from their skin against your back and chest, the flex of muscle and power keeping you in place, tenderness on your shoulders and neck from harsh teeth, their voices and breaths in your ear, the sheer fullness that had you gasping for air with each thrust.
“Fuck, I feel you rubbing against me,” Shanks groaned. His movements faltered with the weakness of desire. He shifted his one arm, moving your leg hooked over his elbow. A dazed moan escaped his lips as he grinded inside you.
The slight change in position felt like so much more. Buggy continued to fuck you, sliding against the length of Shanks’ cock. You felt so tight, as though your body was constricting the intrusions and refusing to give way to the two pirates.
Yet, at the same time, you felt impossibly stretched. Open and exposed. Pushed to your limits with both men filling you at the same time, sharing the same space within your body.
“Buggy-” The red-haired man’s whine was muffled by painted lips.
You picked up where Shanks left off, your whimpers falling on his chest.
The sound of their kisses and half-spoken thoughts fell over you. Their hunger for each other surrounded you.
Buggy’s need for Shanks to shut the fuck up. Shanks’ desire for Buggy’s attention. Buggy’s hand tangled in red hair. Shanks teeth on Buggy’s lips. Meanwhile, you let them find their wants and needs through your body.
Buggy pulled back first, breathless. With a shuddering ingale, he rut into you. Deep and slow, a pace he could match his breathing to.
“This reminds me of when we were younger.” Shanks’ words ran together, sliding into each other and unable to keep space. He was drunk on euphoria.
An irritated groan changed pitch at the next batch of teasing words.
“You remember, don’t you, Buggy? When you said we shouldn’t screw each other?”
“Knock it off,” came from behind.
“C’mon…” Shanks rested his head on yours as he spoke, letting you hear the rustle of his stubble against your hair.
“W-what happened?” you asked. This wasn’t your conversation, but you had a role. A job to fill, while you were being filled.
“He’d say we sh-shouldn’t have sex. He said he didn’t like me that way.”
“Shut up, Shanks,” Buggy whined through his teeth, which were now softly clamped over your shoulder to bite back his own words.
You grunted from a sloppy thrust from the clown and Shanks took your noise as affirmation to continue.
“So we couldn’t fuck, right?”
Another strangled noise from Buggy. “Shanks!”
“But it was okay if he jacked us off. Buggy would hold both our cocks in his hands and - fuck - it felt like this,” Shanks huffed, as he picked up the pace in more places than one.
“It didn’t count if we got off that way. It was what friends did. They h-helped each other.” The story continued over the faint protests still spoken against your skin. “So he’d help himself to a handful and rub our dicks together, the greedy thing.”
“Shanks…” Buggy’s plea was pathetic and reedy. Poorly disguised.
“Can you guess who would cum first? Who couldn’t get enough of feeling me?” Each word was punctuated with a thrust, one that was as intentional as the questions Shanks asked.
Buggy answered with a choked noise and pulses deep inside you, his cum coating your walls and Shanks. You could feel some slide out while Shanks’ continued sliding in and out.
“Uh-huh, that’s it, Buggy.”
Shanks’ breath grew ragged with each whimper that came from Buggy. Neither one stopped their movements as they continued the moves they practiced many years ago. Shanks came with a shudder that threw him off balance. He stumbled slightly and you tensed with the movement, earning delicious noises from front and back.
Your high didn’t arrive with theirs, but it wasn’t forgotten. Buggy replaced himself, putting his mouth against your spent hole, ready to clean you and Shanks. Meanwhile, the other pirate devoured you himself with a kiss so full of passion and appreciation that your chest threatened to burst first.
Working in tandem, they brought you to the brink of pleasure and beyond. Again and again until you were too lost to know where one person ended and the other began.
When your thoughts finally stopped buzzing and they landed back in your empty head and tired body, you found yourself nestled in warm sheets. You were curled into Shanks, your head resting on his left shoulder. On the other side was Buggy. He was already asleep and drooling, with Shanks' arm wrapped around and holding him close. There was an arm wrapped around you as well. Although it fit better on Buggy’s body, for the moment the appendage belonged to Shanks.
And for that moment, he could hold you both in a warm embrace.
#hey-august buggy short stories#hey-august DP December 2024#shanks smut#buggy smut#buggy x reader#buggy the clown#red haired shanks#shanks x reader#buggy the clown x reader#x reader#buggy op#opla buggy#one piece buggy#buggy the clown smut
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Hiii could you please write a shanks x f reader who is virgin/not experienced? Thanks you💖
of course i can, guillotine-enjoyer! this is my comeback into the op fandom after a little bit of hiatus, so, i hope you like this filth mwuah mwuah
🍒a lil' hands-on session!
synopsis: seeing your incompetence, the captain of your ship offers to teach you some lessons. after all, experience is the best teacher, is it not? pairing: f!reader x shanks [implied age gap.] wc: 1.3k cw: nsfw includes: dirty talking, teasing, pet names (angel, sweetheart, pretty, baby and such), guided masturbation(f!), fingering, soft!dom shanks. NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN CAUSE I LOVE ME ONE (1) GOOD DILF! MDNI. m.list
"really?" and you knew that your captain wasn't trying to be an ass, knew that he was just curious — albeit, a little too curious.
it was hard not to allow a blush to creep up your cheeks when you repeated for the nth time, "no."
"you've not done anything?" shanks repeated, a certain gleam in his eyes at the way you squirmed under his casual scrutiny.
"no." hands folding across your chest, you slumped back in your seat as if to escape his heated gaze, "and what's it to you if i have or haven't?"
"nothing." the older man laughed, chasing the action with another sip from bottle full of alcohol. wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he shrugged, "it's just a bit weird."
you know what else was weird? this.
tucked away to one dark corner while the rest of the crew danced and sung around in a random party while discussing your virginity with your goddamn captain definitely wasn't on your bingo-card this lifetime, but here you were. weird, right?
"seriously?" you found a soft pout across your lips, looking at the man who's body was half-audacity and half-alcohol, "it's not weird. you're like a bajillion years old, so, it'll be weird if you didn't have any experience." you shrugged, bringing your own bottle of alcohol to your lips, "'m still young. i've got time."
"hm?" shanks cocked an eyebrow, experienced hands setting his bottle down on the wooden, creaking table. "i'm how old?"
warmth crawled up your face and you repeated slowly, "a... bajillion?"
shanks laughed at the slight waver in your voice, taking in your suddenly scarlet appearance, "did i scare young, little you?"
"no." you sipped the liquid again, trying to soothe your weirdly-parched throat with the volatile liquid, "don't flatter yourself. 's just the... alcohol."
"the alcohol's got you looking as red as a cherry, pretty?" and you nodded, scrunching your nose in retort, "it has. mind your own business, shanks."
you're not quite sure which part of "mind your own business" meant sitting on shanks' bed in shanks' room as he peered down at you far too late in the night.
the bridge of his nose was flushed red, eyes drooping down as he licked his lips.
"what do you know?" there was a slight slur in his speech, the kind that excited you when combined with the way his slow gaze drifted against your hot body.
"n-nothing." your thighs clenched shut, lips wobbling under his thick inspection.
"nothing at all?" and you swear you saw the slightest curl across his devilish lips at your small nod.
shanks dipped his face downwards, his skin smelling of cheap booze and bad decisions as he dragged his index across the soft slope of your cheek. his gaze held steady against yours, "do you want me to teach you?"
at your soft nod, shanks trailed the same hand down your cheeks to your collarbones. his eyes stayed on you, never once wavering. "have you ever done things... yourself?"
you shook your head, finding more confidence in your actions rather than your jelly-like words. and this time, he gave you a careful, cashmere smile, "want me to teach you?"
next you knew, shanks was nudging open your thighs, dragging your slick-soaked panties to the side far too easily. his hot breath fanned across your inner thigh, and your essence beaded out at his inspection.
you brought your thighs together, trying yet again to escape his filthy, filthy gaze, but he held your thighs apart with the same skilled hands. never once looking up at you, he breathed out, "don't run away, pretty."
his adept hand dragged yours down to your heat, guiding your thumb to swipe across the throbbing, neglected clit. the pad of your thumb collected the sweet nectar, and you shuddered at the soft touch.
shanks pulled his hand back to himself, looking at you transfixed as you experimentally swiped against the nub again, and then yet again. moments passed and you found a comfortable rhythm to coax an orgasm out of yourself.
as the touches become more natural, the circles grew sloppy against your sopping, desperate pussy. your back arched, the sensation building up in the pit of your stomach so fucking deliciously. your jaw slacked open, inaudible moans brewing in the back of your throat.
and at your actions, shanks groaned.
bringing up a steady hand up to your throat, he clasped your soft skin under his harsh palm. as shanks pressed down on your neck, your finger stuttered against your heat with the lack of air, "s-shanks."
"put your fingers inside."
your eyes widened, words twisting at his request, "i-inside?"
shanks nodded, bringing his own hand to play against your swollen nub with easy, calculated strokes. your back arched at the foreign touch, his fingers were so much rougher, so better experienced.
you slipped in a finger, followed by another. curling your digits against the velvet, you shivered at the way your gummy walls responded to the intrusion.
shanks was unyielding in his touches, never once leaving the swollen, fluttering clit and letting you breathe. no. he pressed down on your clit, fingers strumming against your heat.
the heat pooled out of your cunt, dripping down to his bed obscenely as your eyes rolled back. your hips rutted against your own palm, the friction drawing out pornographic mewls out of your wobbling, wet lips, "'m go-gonna cum. oh fuck—"
his swipes grew sloppy, no longer shapes or words but rather just primal, raw actions to make you come undone. you clenched your eyes shut, your back arching into the mattress at the way his and your touches made you combust and burn up from within. your stomach tightened, head growing lighter with each second, "—fu-fuck, fuck, fuck— ngh shanks-!"
"look at me." a gruff voice forced you back into reality. your captain hissed, a delirious look in his eyes to match yours, "fucking look at me as you cum."
"sh-shanks." your voice wavered, your fingers pistoning in and out of your addictive cunt as your body broke itself inwards. face flushed, hair growing matted against your skin, you sunk your teeth into your bottom lips, mewling out, "ngh— f-fuck, fuck it feels s'good."
"it does right?" shanks pressed forward, dipping his face against the crook of your neck. his stubble rubbed against your sensitive skin, and his breath stuttered out a falsetto as your muscles spasmed against your own hand.
shanks raised his face, locking his gaze against yours, "feel good, right?"
you nodded, already delirious and half-gone past mad, "i-it does. so, so s'good aah fu—"
one more drivel into your pathetic, fluttering pussy and you came undone with a needy moan of your captain's name, "s-shanks. i-fuck oh my god, ohmygo—"
"that's it." shanks cooed, his eyes burning up the lewd image of your flooding, sensitive folds against his hands, "that's it, baby. let it all out."
words barely coherent, your body spluttered and shivered until it steadied against the same head-board shanks had perched you against.
when you caught your breath, you met your captain's hungry gaze. a strong grip brought your limp hand to your lips, and shanks hummed wordlessly to suck off the remnants of honeydew splattered against your own digits.
wobbling, unsteady, you pushed the two fingers past your lips and sucked on them. your cheeks hollowed, eyes doe-like as you stared at your captain.
the older man snuck in a quick breath, huffing out a soft laugh at your antics, "you're a quick learner, aren't ya?"
you hummed against your skin, nodding so innocently as you let go with a pop! you licked your lips, staring up at the man, "got anything else to teach me?"
shanks laughed, the sound reverberating and setting your pleading cunt alight with need. the captain brought a steady hand to your flushed, warm cheeks, "think ya can handle it, angel?"
"uh huh." daringly, without ever once breaking the eye-contact, you caressed your hand against the obvious bulge in his pants, "not to mention, you're such a good teacher, cap'n."
"alright then." something in his gaze hardened, some unmasked desire ready to guide shanks to become your god, "on your fucking knees for me, sweetheart."
a/n: op fandom, i return with more filth! eat up well🤭 (okay, don't tell anyone but i'm trying to answer all asks asap. no promises though, okay?? so incase you sent one, hold on tight.) m.list
#one piece#opla#op#one piece smut#shanks smut#red haired shanks#akagami no shanks#shanks#shanks x reader#op smut#opla smut#one piece x reader smut#one piece shanks#red hair shanks
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okay i’m thinking about writing an angsty, smutty, love triangle between Shanks, reader/oc and Luffy. Thoughts?
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catharsis
pairing: modern best friend's dad shanks x fem!reader
contents: smut, unprotected piv, ooc shanks maybe, soft shanks, age gap, kitchen sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), praise, loooots of pet names (darlin', sweetheart), aftercare
words: 4.1k
a/n: not proofread also this is my first time writing shanks and i know barely anything abt him i just know he's silly and hot as hell so yeah :P this fic stems from my SEVERE daddy issues and need for comfort if u dont like, dont read
You're sitting on Uta's bed, the soft hum of the air conditioner a comforting backdrop to your thoughts, and the scent of that sickly sweet vanilla candle that Uta loves fills her bedroom. You’ve been here countless times before, but today feels different. Your heart races as you glance at the door, half-expecting it to creak open. You can almost hear Shanks' deep voice echoing in your mind, sending shivers down your spine.
Uta is downstairs, chatting away with her dad while he makes lunch. You should be there too, joining in on the conversation, laughing at their jokes, but you can't bring yourself to move. Your fingers trace the outline of a photo on the bedside table–a candid shot of Shanks and Uta from last summer. He’s grinning, his only arm slung casually around her shoulders, his red hair glowing under the sun. His eyes, though, are what draw you in. They seem to hold a depth of experience and warmth that makes you squirm.
You feel a flush creep up your neck as you imagine those eyes meeting yours, boring into your soul. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thought, but it lingers, growing stronger with each passing moment. You close your eyes, picturing him standing before you, towering over you with that easy confidence that always seems to dominate any room he enters.
"You okay?" Uta's voice snaps you out of your daydreams.
You jump, startled, and turn to see her standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face.
"You looked like you were miles away," she says, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, forcing a smile. "Just... thinking."
She plops down beside you. "About what?"
You hesitate, not sure how to answer. The truth is too embarrassing. Instead, you shrug and say, "Nothing important. Just school stuff."
Uta raises an eyebrow but doesn't press further. She leans back against the pillows, propping her feet up on the bed. "Dad made sandwiches if you're hungry," she chirps.
Your stomach flutters at the mention of him. "Sounds good," you murmur, still unable to shake the image of Shanks from your mind.
As if on cue, the door opens again, and there he is. Shanks stands framed in the doorway, holding a tray laden with sandwiches, chips, and drinks. His presence is magnetic, commanding your attention without even trying. He strides in and sets the tray on the bed between you and Uta.
"Thought you girls might be hungry," he says with a smile, his eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away. Something in his gaze, something unreadable, sends a jolt through you. You nod shyly, picking up a sandwich and taking a bite.
Uta chatters on about her plans for the weekend, but all you can think about is Shanks. What would it feel like to have those strong hands on you, to feel the heat of his body so close? The thoughts make your breath quicken and your skin tingle.
Shanks excuses himself after a few minutes, heading back downstairs to give you some privacy. As soon as the door closes behind him, you exhale sharply, feeling both relieved and disappointed.
"He really is the best, isn't he?" Uta says, her eyes bright as she eats.
"Yeah," you agree softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "He really is."
The afternoon drags on, each minute feeling like an hour as your thoughts circle back to Shanks. You try to focus on Uta and engage in the conversation, but it’s useless. Your mind keeps drifting, imagining scenarios that leave you breathless.
After a while, Uta yawns and decides to take a nap, leaving you to your own devices. You lie back on the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling, but your thoughts are far from restful. Images of Shanks flood your mind–his smile, his laugh, the way his body looks beneath his shirt–until you can’t stand it anymore.
You slip out of the bedroom, moving silently down the hall towards the stairs. Your heart pounds with every step, but you don’t stop. You need to see him, if only for a moment.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you pause, listening for any sign of movement. The house is quiet, save for the sound of water coming from the kitchen. You take a deep breath and step forward, your pulse racing as you approach.
And there he is, standing at the counter, his back to you as he rinses a dish under the running water. The sight of him fills you with a mix of fear and excitement.
“Shanks?” His name slips out before you can stop it, your voice trembling slightly.
He turns, wiping his hands on a towel, his eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you speak. Then, slowly, he smiles, a warm, knowing smile that makes your knees weak.
“Hey,” he says, his voice smooth and low. “What can I do for you?”
You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “I… I was just wondering if you needed any help. With anything.”
He chuckles softly, setting the towel down and leaning against the counter. “You don’t need to help me, sweetheart. But I appreciate the offer.”
His casual tone only heightens your nervousness, your resolve wavering. You take a tentative step closer, your eyes dropping to his chest, where his shirt is open.
“Are you sure?” you manage to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
He tilts his head, studying you for a long moment before he speaks. “Is everything okay, darlin’?”
His words are soft, but they carry a weight that makes your chest tighten. His gaze pierces through your composure, and you find yourself frozen, unsure of what to say or do next.
“I…” Your voice falters, the excuse you had in mind dissolving under the intensity of his attention. You glance at the floor, desperately trying to collect yourself.
Shanks pushes off the counter and takes a slow step toward you. His movements are deliberate but unthreatening, his head tilting slightly as if trying to read your thoughts. “You seem a little off,” he says, his tone gentle but probing. “If there’s something on your mind, you can tell me.”
You look up at him, meeting his eyes for just a moment before the rush of emotions becomes too much, and you glance away again. “It’s nothing,” you mumble, shaking your head. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me,” he replies, his voice steady. “But you’re not a very good liar.” There’s a flicker of amusement in his tone, but it’s tempered with genuine concern.
Your cheeks burn. The words are on the tip of your tongue—an apology, an excuse, anything to break the tension—but they never come. Instead, you say, “I just… wanted to talk.”
It’s not a lie, exactly, but it feels like one. Shanks leans back against the counter again. “Alright,” he says, his expression softening. “I’m all ears.”
The weight of his attention presses down on you, making it hard to breathe. You shift nervously, your fingers twisting together as you search for the courage to speak. The room feels too quiet, the hum of the refrigerator doing nothing to mask the thundering of your heart.
“I…” You trail off, biting your lip. Just say it. Get it out. But how? How do you confess something that feels so big, so impossible?
Shanks doesn’t rush you. He stands there, patient and calm, his steady gaze encouraging but not overbearing. Somehow, that makes it even harder.
You glance at him, taking in the way the light catches his red hair, the ease in his posture, the warmth in his eyes. “I’ve been… feeling something,” you begin, your voice trembling. “And it’s been hard to ignore.”
His brow furrows slightly, though his expression remains kind. “What kind of feeling?” he asks gently.
Your mouth is dry, and your hands won’t stop trembling. You force yourself to meet his eyes, your resolve strengthening just enough to push the words out.
“About you,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
The air between you seems to shift. Shanks straightens slightly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. He waits, letting you continue at your own pace.
“I know it’s wrong,” you say quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. “You’re Uta’s dad, and you probably think I’m just some kid who doesn’t know what they’re feeling, but… I can’t help it. Every time I see you, I feel like- like I can’t breathe, like anything other than you doesn't matter.”
You pause, your chest heaving with the effort of saying it all out loud. The silence stretches on, heavy and suffocating, as you wait for his reaction. Shanks runs a hand through his hair; his expression is complicated–a mix of surprise, understanding, and something you can’t quite place.
Shanks stares at you for a long moment, his expression softening as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly as if amused. “Well,” he says, his voice gentle, “that’s not what I expected to hear today.”
You feel your cheeks flush with heat, embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole. You lower your gaze, fidgeting with your hands again. “I’m sorry,” you blurt, your voice thick with emotion. “I know it’s crazy. I just… needed to say it.”
Shanks steps closer, closing the gap between you. His expression isn’t one of pity or condescension but of genuine care. “Hey,” he says softly, his deep voice washing over you like a balm. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. Feelings are tricky, darlin’, and they don’t always make sense.”
You blink up at him, your heart pounding in your ears. His words are kind, but the tenderness in his tone sends a fresh wave of longing through you. You bite your lip, unsure whether to say anything more or just let the moment hang in the air.
“Shanks…” you begin hesitantly, your voice trembling. “I don’t want to make things awkward. I just… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”
His expression softens further, and his lips quirk into a small smile. “It’s not awkward,” he murmurs, his hand lifting slightly as though he’s about to reach for you but stops short.
You can’t hold his gaze any longer. You glance down at the floor, wishing the ground would swallow you up. But then you feel the warm, gentle touch of his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to meet his eyes.
“Look at me,” he says softly. You obey, your breath hitching as you take in the intensity of his gaze. “You’re not crazy for feeling what you feel. And… you’re not alone in it.”
Your heart stops. Everything around you seems to fall away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet space of the kitchen. “What do you mean?” you whisper, not believing what you just heard.
Shanks exhales slowly, his thumb brushing lightly against your chin before his hand falls back to his side. “I’ve been feeling things too,” he admits, his voice low. “I’ve been fighting it, telling myself it’s wrong, but… you’re hard to ignore.”
“You really mean that?” you ask, your voice barely audible.
He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. “I do. But it’s complicated, darlin’. So complicated.”
For a moment, Shanks seems torn, his internal conflict written all over his face. Then, with a sigh, he gives in to his desires. His hand lifts to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin as he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.
You don’t.
When his lips meet yours, it’s like the world stops spinning. The kiss is gentle at first, almost hesitant, as though he’s testing the waters. But it deepens when you press closer, your hands gripping his shirt to anchor yourself. His lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your knees weak.
The kiss is everything you imagined and more–warm, consuming, and full of unspoken emotion. When he finally pulls back, you’re both breathless, his forehead resting against yours as you try to steady your racing heart.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you stand there, clutching Shanks' shirt as you try to catch your breath. His hand still cups your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You can feel the warmth radiating off his body, his scent filling your senses.
"Shanks," you whisper, your voice shaky but filled with longing.
He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze soft yet intense. "I know," he murmurs.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leans in to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is deeper and more passionate. You can feel the hunger in it, the pent-up desire he’s been trying to deny. His tongue slides against yours, teasing and exploring, and you melt into him, your body responding with a need that surprises you with its intensity.
His hand travels down your back, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you. You can feel the firmness of his body pressed against yours. The sensation sends a shiver of anticipation through you, and you find yourself grinding against him, eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.
Shanks pulls away slightly, breathing heavily as he asks, “Can you hop up on the counter for me, sweetheart?”
You do as he asks, climbing onto the counter with a soft smile, your heart pounding in your chest. The cool surface beneath you contrasts with the warmth of his presence as he steps closer, his hands gently resting on your thighs. He steps between your legs, and his hand slides under your shirt, exploring the softness of your skin. You arch into his touch, yearning for more, as his fingers trace the curve of your waist before moving higher, brushing the underside of your breasts.
You let out a soft moan, your head falling back as you give yourself over to the sensation. Shanks takes advantage of your exposed neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down to your collarbone. His teeth graze your skin, nipping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Your hands tug at his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your palms. Shanks breaks the kiss just long enough to pull the garment over his head, revealing his muscular chest.
The sight of him takes your breath away, and you can't help but reach out to touch him, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, the scars that tell the story of his life. He watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, his breath hitching as you explore his body.
With a swift motion, Shanks removes your shirt as well, his gaze roaming over your figure with an appreciation that leaves you feeling both vulnerable and empowered. He leans in to kiss you again, his hand cupping your right breast through the fabric of your bra, his thumb teasing your nipple into a stiff peak.
You fumble with the clasp of your bra, eager to feel his skin against yours. Shanks moves to assist you, his fingers deftly unhooking the garment and sliding it down your arms. His gaze locks onto your exposed breasts, and he groans with desire before leaning in to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.
The sensation of his tongue against your sensitive flesh sends jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, and you clutch at his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on one breast and then the other.
As the intensity between you builds, Shanks' hand slips between your legs, pressing against your aching core. The thin fabric of your pants provides little barrier to the heat of his touch, and you buck your hips forward, seeking more.
"Please," you gasp, your body trembling with need.
Shanks meets your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want," he commands, his voice rough with his own need.
“Want you," you breathe, your voice shaking. "So bad… need you so bad."
Shanks hums in acknowledgment, and he moves his hand away from your clothed cunt, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants. His touch sends a shiver of anticipation through you, and you can't help but gasp as he starts to peel the fabric down your legs slowly.
The cool air of the kitchen brushes against your bare skin, making you hyper-aware of your own vulnerability. But the hunger in Shanks' eyes as he takes in the sight of you, clad only in your underwear, makes any sense of unease vanish.
He steps closer, his body pressing against yours as he kisses you again. His hand roams across your skin, exploring every curve with a gentleness that takes your breath away. You can feel his clothed cock pressing against you, and the knowledge that you have this effect on him fills you with a sense of power.
"You're so beautiful," Shanks murmurs.
His fingers find the edge of your underwear, and he hooks them under the soft material. You lift your hips, helping him to slide the garment down your legs. He takes a moment to step back and drink in the sight of you, completely bared to him, and the raw lust in his gaze makes you feel like the most desirable person in the world.
He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before trailing a path of fiery kisses down your neck. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, his touch light and teasing.
You gasp as he suddenly grips your thigh, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. Shanks drops to his knees before you, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your body tense with need.
His fingers gently part your folds, exposing you to his hungry gaze. You feel a flush of embarrassment at being so thoroughly on display for him, but the desire in his eyes quickly chases it away. "So perfect," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.
The first touch of his tongue against your sopping cunt makes you cry out, your back arching in pleasure. His hand moves to grip your hip, holding you in place as he explores you with a thoroughness that leaves you trembling. His tongue circles your clit, each flick sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
You can't help but grind against his face, your fingers tangling in his red hair as you lose yourself in the sensation. He groans against you, the vibrations sending a surge of heat straight to your core.
Shanks' fingers join his tongue once you’ve stopped squirming, first one, then another, sliding into you with ease. He curls them upward, finding that sensitive spot inside you that has you seeing stars. His movements are slow and deliberate, designed to drive you mad.
Your breath comes in short, desperate pants, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. The pressure builds within you and threatens to shatter you into a thousand pieces.
Just when you think you can't take any more, Shanks sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers pumping into you with renewed vigor. The combination sends you spiraling over the edge, your vision whiting out as the orgasm crashes over you.
You cry out his name, your body convulsing around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Shanks continues to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm until you're left a boneless, panting mess on the counter.
He stands, his lips glistening with a mixture of your slick and his spit. His eyes meet yours, dark with desire and satisfaction.
Shanks doesn't give you a chance to recover, quickly pushing his pants and underwear down his hips and kicking them away. His cock springs free, hard, and ready, and your heart races at the sight.
His hand grips your hip, lifting you slightly as he positions himself at your entrance. You look into his eyes, seeking reassurance, and he gives you a small, reassuring smile. "I've got you, sweetheart," he says, his voice filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache.
He holds your gaze, his expression intense as he slowly starts to push inside you. You feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him, your body welcoming him with a warmth that leaves you both gasping for air.
The feeling of fullness is almost overwhelming, but Shanks gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to move. His strokes are long and deep, each one hitting just the right spot to have you crying out his name and your back arching.
“Shhh… quiet, sweetheart. Wouldn’t wanna wake Uta up, would we?”
Shanks’ words have your walls clenching around his cock; the thought of your best friend walking in on you fucking her dad strangely arousing.
You cling to his shoulders, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into you with increasing urgency. The sound of skin slapping fills the kitchen, accompanied by the occasional growl from Shanks as he struggles to maintain control.
"You feel so good," he groans, his forehead resting against yours. "So tight... so perfect."
You can feel another orgasm building, the pleasure coiling low in your belly. You cling to Shanks, your fingers digging into his skin as you move together.
With each thrust, Shanks fucks you closer to the edge, until finally, with a cry that echoes off the kitchen walls, you reach your peak. He follows soon after with one last thrust, his cock pressing against your cervix as his cum floods your cunt.
Slowly, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, and there's a tenderness there that you've never seen from him before, mingling with the remnants of desire. His lips part as though he's about to say something, but instead, he just presses a gentle kiss to your mouth.
You watch through half-lidded eyes as he pulls out from you, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. He catches you looking and offers a lopsided grin that makes your heart flutter in your chest.
Shanks steps back between your legs, his hand coming up to cradle your face. He studies you for a long moment, his thumb stroking your cheekbones in a tender gesture that brings a lump to your throat. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a bit rough.
You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "More than okay," you assure him, your voice still shaky from the force of your orgasm.
His smile widens, and he leans in to kiss you again, slower this time, with a languidness that speaks of contentment. You melt into him, your hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. It's a sweet, lingering kiss that speaks volumes.
When he finally pulls away, it's only to press a series of soft kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You sigh happily, your fingers threading through his hair as you tilt your head to give him better access.
After a moment, Shanks steps back, his hand moving to take your right hand in his. He helps you off the counter, and you can't help but wobble a little on your still shaky legs. Shanks wraps his arm around you to steady you.
"Easy there," he murmurs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Wouldn't want you falling over."
You laugh, the sound light and airy, and you lean into him, comforted by his warmth and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. For a long moment, you just stand there, wrapped up in each other, neither of you in any hurry to move.
Eventually, though, reality starts to creep back in. You become acutely aware of your nakedness, and with a flush, you begin to gather your clothes from the floor. Shanks watches you with a heated gaze, his appreciation evident in the way his eyes roam over your body.
As you're pulling your pants on, there's a soft creak from the hallway. You both freeze, your eyes darting to the doorway of the kitchen. Shanks puts a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. The last thing either of you wants is for Uta to catch you like this.
The sound doesn't repeat itself, and after a tense minute, you both let out a sigh of relief. Shanks moves towards you, a playful smile on his face. "Almost got caught," he chuckles, and you can't help but giggle with him.
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Doll Face
tags: Shanks x f!reader, cum play, oral m!recieving, facials, throat fucking
Kinktober day 10: cum play for @alt-er-love-requiem
!!minors dni!!
The floorboards creaked with your weight shifting side to side, hands behind your back with the sun from the porthole searing into your skin. He asked you to wait for him, needing to wrap up one last thing before joining you in his cabin.
You'd teased him earlier about looking stressed, in need of relief and well, Shanks took that seriously. Leaning over just enough to whisper in your ear all the naughty ideas he had running through his mind. Always the one to please, you nodded back to him, walking off with a purposeful sway in your hips just to sell the thoughts in his own mind.
Now, your stomach twisted and turned at the ideas he spoke to you, how he wanted to use you, play with you, see your pretty face when he's finally done having his fun. Shanks had women enamored with him and you were no exception, sex literally oozed off of him, like it commanded the room wherever he went. Men feared and boasted about the emperor, how his aura literally brought men to their knees. Women did the same, but not for the same reasons men talked about.
"You waited."
Looking up from staring off into space with the sound of his chipper voice, the broad smile wrinkling the ends of his scar and how oddly joyful he looked rather than aroused.
"Why wouldn't I?" Humming back with seduction, craning your neck out with each step he took closer to you, his shoes scraping the old wood boards.
"Thank you doll." Returning the same smile, voice warm and inviting like he was trying to throw you off for some reason. His only hand came out to stroke across your cheek, use his thumb to trace your bottom lip, examining you. "On your knees."
The command violently tugged at the knot in your stomach, forcing your eyes open and still being met with the sweetness in his face, conflicting with the implication of his words.
Doing as told, getting down on your knees in front of him, Shanks stepped forward, bringing you face to face with his crotch. There was a slight tent in the material and if you didn't already know how big he was then you would've assumed he was already fully hard. His hand came down to cradle the back of your head, admiring you from above and how compliant you were for him.
"Now if it's too much, you can always tell me to stop."
"I know."
"Good girl. Care to do the honors?" Letting his voice turn airy and light, close to whispering as he waited with anticipation for your deft hands to undo the barrier that were his trousers.
Trying not to show him how much those two certain words affected you and sent shivers down your spine, you scooted forward with both hands in front of you to snap the single button open, sighing with a moan as his cock sprung out. You were right in the assumption that he was only half hard, needing your fine skill to bring him all the way.
Pressing the tip to your lips, letting the small bead of pre-cum roll down from your bottom lip to your chin, you shot your eyes up slowly, eager to catch the reaction of the man. Shanks merely smiled coyly, moving the hand from the back of your head to hold one side of your jaw, sneaking his thumb to your lips to thumb your bottom one down.
"Wanna paint your pretty face doll." Moving his thumb away to let you do as you pleased, comfortable enough with letting you guide your own actions.
Taking in a sharp inhale, parting your lips to suction them around the very end of his cock, your tongue snuck forth to gather the continuously leaking pre. He groaned quietly at that, chest heaving deeply with intent to compose himself. You smiled the best you could back at him, moaning intentionally while also sneaking your hands down to cup and cradle your tits. Shanks saw and clenched his jaw, always having a thing for your perfect tits, liked watching them bounce as you rode him or when they'd jostle from taking his cock deep in your throat.
"Let me see them, sweetheart."
Another command that had you pressing your thighs closer together, wondering how the low deep voice could sway your actions so easily, make you comply like some animal listening to its handler. You liked it, there was so question about it that being ordered around by infamous man had you bending and begging. Shanks was aware of it, used it to his advantage when he wanted but never to the point of overuse.
Slipping your fingers underneath the thin strap of your tank top, you pushed the tight hugging fabric all the way down until it rested at your waist, tits free for his admiration. He sighed with a half smile, pushing his hips forward until more of his cock was disappearing into your mouth. It didn't give you enough time to fully relax your throat but a part of you liked the smidge of roughness that came with his impatience.
Humming delightfully around the shaft, taking him down a little past half way and coming off to suck around the head, repeating the motions enough until you were ready to take him down all the way. There wasn't much coming from his end, just heavy breaths and quiet groans, completely enraptured by the sight of you sucking his cock like it were a skill to be honed.
If he weren't so big and wide you may have been able to do more from the get go, but it took patience before you could press your nose all the way to his groin and let him rest his cock there for as long as he wanted. Knowing that's what he probably wanted, you worked one of your hands around the base, matching the speed of your mouth and dragging the saliva down all the way. His hips then twitched forward, shoving himself down a bit deeper than intended but nothing in you minded.
"Eager today huh?" Laughing a bit and swiping some of the saliva pooling down your chin away, swiping it over your painfully hard nipple, making you moan. Shanks purred at your reaction, deciding he wanted to be greedy now and take you for all you're worth.
Grasping the back of your head with a familiar tenderness, he held you still to switch the rolls, fucking down your throat. It was fast and rough, abusing the warmth and tightness that could compare to your pussy, using you like he always did and how you always wanted him too.
The noises increased in volume with each thrust, the deep breathing along with the grunts and groans were going straight to your cunt, squeezing your thighs together impossibly tight. Fuck it was so good, so messy and uncoordinated, how you preferred it sometimes over soft and sweet. Shanks tended to be selfish when it came to you, in more ways than one and thank god he wasn't shy to do so.
"Missed you doll, missed this." Abruptly confessing which wasn't unusual for him when he was like this, allowing a bit of his truer feelings to come forth.
You blinked the tears out of your eyes to look at him, seeing how the little droplets rolling down your cheeks spurred him on, holding the back of your head tighter and slamming his dick harsher down your throat. You moaned and whined around the flesh bruising your throat, finding the best way to convey how much you enjoyed being used for his pleasure. It was working to your advantage, noticing the pinched brows and parted lips releasing continuously trembling breaths from his lungs. For a moment, you swore he was going to cum down your throat, until his hand fell from your head and his cock left your mouth, his fist giving himself the last few pumps he needed before warm ropes of cum were landing on your face.
By habit, your mouth fell open and your tongue rolled out, catching some of the tangy release but leaving it be until he was finished. Luckily Shanks had enough decorum to avoid your eyes, aiming for his favorite spots, cheeks, mouth and chin. He laughed on a breath, lazily pumping just the head of his cock as the last of his cum squeezed out. Carefully, he took what was on his hands, leaning over to smear it on your nipples, pulling a surprised squeak out of you.
"So pretty doll face." Smugly declaring as he gathered whatever didn't land on your tongue on his fingers, proceeding to press against your tongue. "Swallow for me."
And you did, happily doing as you were told and going the extra mile to suck and clean his cum stained hands, keeping your eyes on his and watching how quickly his composure began to slip all over again. You were an easy weakness, and how could you not be with how complaint you were for one of the four emperors. Shanks smiled, taking his fingers back and walking past you to sit lay on the bed.
"I'll let you have a turn, if you want." Implying just what you were expecting, smiling like an idiot and coming off on the floor, stripping on your way there. As greedy as he could be, Shanks had no issue of letting you be as greedy as well, a metal agreement that benefit the both of you.
"Might be here a while." Standing off to the side of the bed, arrogant smile creasing your features.
"I've got all day sweetheart."
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❥ SHANKS X FEM!READER
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❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: forced orgasms, some yandere vibes, dub-con to be safe, very inappropriate use of conqueror's haki, power dynamics (captain/crew), praise, creampie, Shanks is so mean but so good and I would die for him
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“You’re gonna cum for me, darlin’, even if I have to take it from you.”
The weight of his words curl around your throat like a vice, blood pumping in your ears you until can barely hear his boisterous laugh.
The smile he gives is so cheshire, so oddly genuine, it makes a shiver of fear run down the back of your neck. Perhaps it’s actually pleasure, but the emotions are too entangled for your brain to piece apart your state of mind.
He’s not letting you go this time, not until he gets what he wants.
“Shanks,” you plead, nails gripping into the black fabric of his cloak, “we shouldn’t, you’re my captain, and I—”
“And your captain knows what’s best for you. Promise.”
The playful lilt in his voice is disarming.
He always lures you in so easily, and usually you can squirm away, calm your raging heart and pretend like you’re not the object of his desires. Because you shouldn’t be, you can’t be, you’re honor bound to serve him as your captain and you refuse to let lust cloud your relationship to Shanks. He helped make you a pirate. You’re more than a mistress.
Yet he’s already stripped you bare for him tonight, easy work for one of the most powerful men on the seas.
Warm lips press into your cheek as you turn your face from him, gritting your teeth as you deny his kiss.
Shanks chuckles in the face of your defiance, squishing his fingers into your cheeks to make you look at him.
“You know, you really are cute, thinking you can stop me. Besides, don’t you want to follow Captain’s orders, hm? That’s why I picked you—you’re so loyal, always willing to please. But you should please and be pleased.”
His eyes close with a sincere smile, the pink scars nearly shining in the firelight of his room.
Perhaps you do forget sometimes how weak you are compared to him, to the man who can cut down enemies with a single gaze.
Trapped between his colossal body and the wall, you have nowhere to run, no way to slink off and keep only ghosts of his touches. He’s going to make you feel every moment.
“Want me to show you how good I can make you feel?”
“Trust me, I know, I know how good you’d feel, but I can’t—”
“You have no idea.”
Somehow he feels closer, as if the sun-kissed skin of his chest from his parted shirt is already blending into yours. He is darkness clouding over you, engulfing you.
He cups your chin with his hand, big fingers spilling down onto your neck. He slants his mouth over yours before you can protest, moving plush lips until you can’t help but moan. Spiced rum, aged and smooth, greets you when his tongue slides between parted lips. He kisses like a dance, like a back and forth that he leads.
“Breathe,” he whispers, and you don’t have to ask why. You sense his conqueror’s haki in the air before you feel the power lick at your skin, dragging and pulling and hot.
“Cum for me.”
Lightning quick, your tummy tightens, the pleasure centers of your brain on overload as he overtakes you. Desire boils down to your cunt like a poisonous liquid heat, unbearable, sinful, yet so, so blissful as your pussy flutters and you fall over the crest of orgasm.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck you, fuck, fuck…” Your eyes squeeze closed as the ecstasy is literally ripped from your body, like he somehow sunk his hand inside your core and extracted all the delight he craves.
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
You can’t help but nod, because yes, it does, as if pleasure is bursting like supernovas underneath your skin. Your hands are clinging to him, one around the back of his neck, the other beneath his shirt, like you can’t help but be closer to the source of your heat.
“Shanks, I…” your tongue is so thick in your mouth, searching for words you can’t think of.
“Now imagine just how fucking good you’ll feel when you do that on my cock.”
“Please, oh, god, please.”
His famous laugh greets your ears and you’re almost knocked back to the reality of who has you in his grasp.
“That’s my girl.”
You’re in his bed before you know it, eyes glassy at the sight of his naked body. You knew he’d be beautiful, but the actual view of him, on his knees, pumping his cock in his hand while between your legs has you whining.
“What’s going on in your pretty little head? Tell me.”
“I…want you, so badly, and I-I’m sorry for pushing you away. I never—”
He shushes you, takes his hand from his cock so he can brush the back of his finger across your cheek, “You were just doing what you thought was right. Didn’t wanna just be my plaything, did you? I know you wanted to be my strong little pirate, but you can be both.”
“Promise?”
“Swear it.” He grins like a little boy as he mockingly draws an X across his heart with his finger.
How can someone so deadly be so adorable?
Your instincts are flaring again, telling you to run, that once he sinks his claws into you, you’ll only ever be his. Nothing more, nothing less.
Maybe that doesn’t sound so bad, especially not with how good it feels when he buries his hand between your thighs, fingers playing in your wetness.
Shanks is equal parts messy and methodical, swirling his fingers around in your slick folds before rubbing his thumb over your already sensitive clit. You cry out, back arching and nails digging so deeply in his pillows you swear you hear fabric rip.
“Think I made you wet enough to take my cock already, don’t you?”
To prove his point, he slides his slick-drenched fingers between your lips, letting you taste yourself. You nod your affirmation as you suck against his skin, his eyes shining as you wrap your tongue around his fingers.
You eye his cock between his legs, preening at the thought of having him inside you. His cock is pretty, fat, already leaking and veins straining beneath silken skin. Red curls crawl up his toned stomach and you nearly drool around his fingers.
All you ever wanted was to be a pirate, but the sight of your captain’s cock has you content to be a whore.
“Been dreamin’ about you in my sheets ever since I found you, darlin’. Knew you were the one for me, my perfect girl.”
“Oh please,” you gasp as he draws his fingers from your mouth, dragging them down to your tit so he can pinch your nipple, “you know what praise does to me, Shanks.”
“Of course I do,” he sing-songs, grasping his dick and pushing his tip between your folds. He presses in, a cant of his hips shoving his cock halfway into your dripping hole. Your head falls back at the stretch, cooing at the feel of him.
Shanks is clearly done chasing you, mindset moved to capture, to take. He bottoms out and immediately starts moving, grinning as he watches your pussy lips drag along his length.
He wolf-whistles at the sight, making you flush with a strange mixture of embarrassment and pride. “Look at that pretty fucking pussy. So slutty already for me.”
Strong fingers push your thigh back, spreading you wide as he starts his pace.
“Now,” Shanks clicks his tongue against his teeth, “let’s see what it feels like when I make you cum around my cock.”
“You don’t, ah,” you gasp as his cockhead prods against a soft spot, “h-have to make me, I’ll—”
“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
There’s no time to think, not with how fast he acts, a simple look into your eyes has you shattering until you scream. The pleasure claws from your depths all over again, more intense now that your cunt has his fat cock to convulse around. You suck him in deep as you fall, bliss blooming over every nerve ending. Your toes curl, your nails cut into his shoulders, your stomach nearly hurts from the twisting of your orgasm.
“God damn, you feel so fucking good when you do that, get so tight around me.”
“Sh-Sha—mhm, fuck,” you try to protest, to say something, but the way his body moves into yours is like the mesmeric waves, lulling you into a headspace of drifting euphoria.
He’s all over you—hand in your hair, tongue sliding down your neck, lips sucking at the fat of your tits, teeth scraping along your curves. He’s all encompassing, snaking his arm behind your back until you're pressed against his thick chest and rocking with every thrust.
The orgasms have made you numb, all you feel is pure carnality, like now you just exist to fuck and be fucked.
For a moment you wonder if he’s still forcing it on you, but you decide you don’t care. He’s the only one who can make you feel like this, haki or no.
Shanks brushes his nose down your cheek, lips hot and wet as he kisses your skin, “Touch me, baby, be with me.”
Like puppetry, your hands trace his musculature, taking note of how his shoulders roll with every push and how his abdominal muscles stiffen whenever your cunt spasms from pleasure.
You kiss over the freckles on his shoulder, down to the thick bicep he no longer wraps in bandages.
He groans as your lips get close to where his arm used to be, a purr from deep in his chest like you’re too close to something vulnerable.
“Gonna take from you again, darlin.’ Gotta feel your cunt suck me dry.”
“N-no I can—I can do it, I can cum for you, promise.”
“Mhm, where’s the fun in that when I can just make you?”
His hand snakes around your body, letting you sink into the bed free of his hold. He teases your clit just because he can, because he likes watching you wiggle and writhe and whine beneath him.
You suck in a sob, “Please, just a little more, more, and I—”
Shanks’ haki feels like the warm licks of familiar fire. He burns because you let him too close, stared too long at the flames.
You’re sure he purposely brings the assault of his conqueror's power on slower, lets it bleed and blend with the ecstasy building from the sensitive pressure on your clit.
This crest is bigger, fuller, like you’ve been thrown from the Red Force into the toiling dark ocean. Only it’s boiling, scorching and tugging the pleasure from deep within your belly.
“Oh god,” you throw your head back and whine, “too hot.”
Shanks groans deep from his chest, fingers pausing on your clit as he feels you cum around him. His thighs shake, cock twitching and throbbing. Mean fingers dig into the softness of your belly like he’s clinging to sanity, holding himself back just enough to be in control.
“One more, baby.”
He starts thrusting again, a slow grind into your depths that has red curls kneading into your clit. You feel him in your guts, your heart, like the beat of blood in your veins.
“C-can’t, god, can’t, please.” Please no. Please yes. You’re back in an entanglement of emotions where no way is up, the sun still so far from underneath the waves.
Shanks buries his face in your neck, red hair fanning like embers across overheated skin.
He sucks at your pulse, flesh between his lips, “yes you can, my good girl. For me.”
You’re slammed into a new atmosphere, floating for seconds before being dragged back down, down to where you feel details of your name whispered against your throat and the pulsing of a thick cock as ropes of cum spill into tight, gummy walls.
“Fuuuucckk, oh g-god, Shanks, hurts, so good, shit—”
You babble until your mouth runs dry, anchored by your captain’s bruising grasp on your hip. He has you flush against his body, heavy breaths syncing as you both float up from hell.
It’s like waking up from a dream when he starts kissing you, all feather-light and reverent. He sits up and his lopsided smile seems so sincere.
“So proud of you, really thought you were gonna pass out there for a second.” He laughs playfully, blowing a stray red hair from his face.
All you do is whine and shift your sore hips, gasping at the feel of his cock still hard and deep inside you.
You’re not sure how much time passes before he pops his dick out—your heart beats are too erratic to count as seconds.
He sinks praises into your skin, kissing down your breasts, your belly, making you jerk when he kisses the mound of your pussy.
His breath is hot on your clit. That feeling has your mind shattering like porcelain, a sharp smack centering you straight back into reality. You sit up and stare at the scene before you, sharp-eyed prey watching a predator in the forest.
“Shanks, no, please, for the love of god—”
“No no no no, it’s okay,” he coos from between your legs, eyes closing and head cocking to the side as he smiles, “I’m not gonna take this one from you. Promise. Gonna let you do it all by yourself, nice and slow.”
It’s easy to forget that Shanks is a bad liar when he shoves his pretty face down to eat his cum from your pussy.
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Selfish Bastard
Fandom: One Piece
Character: Shanks
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, AFAB, Lactation kink, Edging, Overstimulation, Creampie, Shanks being a selfish lover, established relationship (married).
This is my first time writing a full smut, hope you like it
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You grind your hips back at the growing length you feel at your ass. It wins you another groan as Shanks grinds his cock in return. His hands squeezed your leaking breasts tightly through the shirt you had on, marking two stains on the white fabric.
Ever since you had your baby girl, evenings at always ended up like this. You had the tendency to lactate more than the baby needed and Shanks always claimed the leftovers. Shanks would deny it at every chance but your sex life had turned spicier ever since you were allowed to fuck after the birth.
"Shanks," you moan, as his hands rip the shirt off your otherwise naked body and lay you down on the bed. Your own hands find their way to your breasts as you tease your husband as he strips for you.
"You're killing me," he groans and makes a quick work of removing his clothes. "you look so beautiful, honey."
You gasped as he planted his body between your legs, his head plopping down on your chest. "So soft," he whined as he bit your soft skin and sucked on it, soothingly. His bites trialled down to one of your nipples as he wraps his lips around it, sucking it like a baby. You groaned in relief as he drank from you, his cock grinding on your soaking pussy.
You shivered as you wrapped your legs around his hips, using the support to ground your hips and finding some relief. "Shanks, please. Fuck me, please."
Your husband was a selfish man, who had no intention of letting go of his feast, which he devoured like he had not drank in ages. He instead decided to rub your clit with his fingers.
You felt dizzy to finally have some relief and the sassy bastard smirked. "You gonna pass out with just my thumb, wife?"
You groaned, pushing his head away.
"I can't help it. My husband is too selfish to give me some relief."
He laughed as his head moved lower. "While your milk is heavenly, your pussy tastes just as good."
You gasped and your eyes widened before rolling in as his tongue entered you suddenly. "So good," you sighed. Feeling his tongue and thumb move in a rhythm that made your head swoon. "Gonna cum soon?" he asked before getting it to work again.
You nodded vigorously, your hips grinding back on his tongue. You could feel it coming when Shanks stopped.
"Fuck you," you groan. You should've known Shanks won't let you cum, not until he was inside you. The Selfish Bastard!
Shanks laughed as he latched to your nipple again, giving his cock a few tugs before rubbing it against your clitoris. Your legs settled beside your head. You whined as tears gathered in your eyes, frustration and exhaustion setting in. "Shanks, please!"
For once, your husband listened to you and sheathed himself inside you in one hard thrust, making you arch off the bed. He used his hand to support himself, his mouth still sucking your breasts as he trusted hard into you, slowly increasing his pace.
You moaned loudly as he positioned his every thrust on your G-spot, already experienced enough to know where it was.
"You are going to wake the whole ship up, sweetheart," he grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief as he finally lets go of your nipples to piston his cock even more deeply inside you.
"Yes, yes, so deep!" your head dug deeper into the pillow as you thrust back into him. "So good."
"It feels heavenly in you," he declared as his groans increased. He was close.
You were close, so close and Shanks knew too as he settled your legs around his hips and continued to stimulate all the spots inside you.
You gasped, choking, "So close," you screamed, "Gonna cum, Shanks!"
Stars burst around you and you came so hard, your eyes crossed. He did not stop nor did he slow down. The selfish man continued to seek his own pleasure even as you thrashed and tightened around him.
"Shanks," you choked, sobbing at the overstimulation. "Oh god!"
"So tight," his hips stuttered as he came close to his own release, "Gonna milk me dry."
You felt yourself tighten even more at his words, making him groan and fall over. His hips still moved, grinding against your clit. You bit his shoulder to anchor yourself.
"Oh god," he swore your name as his hips pressed close to you and he came deep inside you. The thick cum triggered your own orgasm and you came just as hard again, milking him completely dry.
There was complete silence as you both caught your breath. Your hand caressed his hair and you pressed kisses on his shoulders as your high stopped.
Zzzz
You abruptly looked at Shanks to see him sleeping. While still inside you.
This Selfish Bastard
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HORROR NIGHTS — OCT 1st
doppelgänger!shanks x fem. reader
wc: 5.7k
warnings: noncon turned to dubcon (kind of), fear play, predator/prey dynamics, unprotected sex, creampie, intense breath play, choking, hair pulling, pain play (kind of), a lot of crying, biting, just really rough sex, mention of murder, spit, oral sex (m!receiving), public sex, mirror sex, mention of bondage (very brief)
synopsis: there's something up with your boyfriend and there's definitely something up with this carnival he brought you to
a/n: this is the first of FIVE kinktober posts and it is also my FIRST one piece written piece!! a huge thank you to my love @blueparadis for beta reading this!! check out the rest of the kinktober pieces here!
“Come on baby, get dressed. There’s a carnival I wanna take you to, it’ll be perfect.” Your boyfriend’s voice bellows through the apartment and you look at him from your position on the couch. You raise an eyebrow and slowly sit up, “but I thought we were going to stay in today, at least that’s what you said yesterday. You wanted to watch ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street movie marathon today.” You weren’t opposed to going out, you just hated when plans changed at the last minute and that he did know about you. He knew how it made you anxious and frustrated because you would have to change every other plan you had for the day. Well, he should have known that about you.
You watch as his jaw tenses for a moment before he sits down beside you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know, sweetheart. But I wanna celebrate the holiday season with you. We can enjoy the cool air, see everyone getting scared by the scare actors and just have fun. Let's do it.” You look into his eyes and feel a chill run down your spine before you look away and nod. “Okay, just give me some time to shower and get dressed.” You smile and stand, you only take a couple of steps before he grabs your wrist, his grip is a little too tight for your liking. “Gimme a kiss before you go.” His voice is gruff and he stands up, leaning in. You close the distance and peck his lips, just before you can turn away he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss before he pulls back. “There, that’s what I call a kiss. Now go get ready.” You turn and jump when he playfully slaps your ass then continue to walk into the bathroom.
As the faucet turns on and water cascades along your skin you think back. You’re sure that Shanks is different, there’s something up with him and you remember the first day he did change. It was just a couple of months ago, his demeanor was colder and harsher than usual. He was a lot more impatient and when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t feel that comforting warmth emitting from them. You spoke to your friends about it and they just brushed it off, assuming that you were probably stressed from work and that made you overthink things. For a moment, you did agree with them, at the time of his change you had a lot of projects from work and your boss was riding you harder than a workhorse but then everything passed and Shanks was still different. You never brought it up to him though, not wanting to cause an argument but it lingers more and more in your head. You shake the thoughts as you turn the water off and wrap a towel around your body.
You glance at him as you leave the bathroom and furrow your eyebrows as he mumbles to himself, you can’t pick up anything he’s saying and you want to take a step closer to him to hear him but it's like he senses you even with his back to you. He turns and smiles at you, the sight of that grin on his face makes your skin crawl, “almost ready? I’m getting directions to the place now.” You fake a smile and nod, “Mhm, just need to get dressed. I’ll be out soon.” He nods and turns his back to you again and you let the smile drop from your face as you walk into your bedroom. You put on one of his sweatshirts and leggings then once you’re done you leave the room and walk over to him, “All done!”
He puts his phone away and nods as he stands, taking your hand in one of his. “Alright, let's go.” He walks out of the apartment with you and keeps you close to him as he walks with you to the car. “You look really sexy tonight, I can’t wait until we get back home. Maybe we can sneak a quickie in one of the bathrooms or the parking lot.” He winks at you and heat rises to your cheeks. “Shanks! You can’t just say something like that, what if someone hears?” You gently squeeze his hand and the voice in the back of your head is screaming at you, yes you and Shanks have been intimate before, it's expected for a couple that’s been together for almost 4 years but he never made a comment like that in public.
He laughs and opens the passenger side door for you, “can’t help it. You’re sexy and I’ll let anyone know how hard you make me.” He slaps your ass as you get in the car then goes to the driver’s side and starts driving. You lean in to put on the radio and smile when a song he dedicated to you starts playing, you smile and look over as he taps his fingers against the wheel. As you watch him some of your worries subside, maybe you have been overreacting. “Tell me more about this carnival.” You lower the volume of the music and he glances over at you as he takes one hand off the wheel to place it on your thigh. “I can’t spoil it too much but I do have to say that it’s going to be one hell of a night.” He chuckles and gently squeezes your thigh. You place your hand on top of his and trace along his knuckles, “that’s all? Come on, there has to be more than that!”
You watch as his jaw tenses again and his grip on your thigh tightens, making you whimper. He immediately releases his grip and looks at you, “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I just want this to be a surprise. I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips so he can press a kiss to your knuckles. “It’s okay, it was an accident. You know how I get when I try to plan a surprise for you.” You smile and look at him then turn your attention to the road, watching as fewer cars go past.
You’re not sure how much time passes and he finally pulls into the parking lot. Your eyebrows knit together as you look around, there isn’t a single car in sight but the carnival is as lively as ever. You hear music playing with too much bass and the voices sound too distorted for you to pick up what song is playing. You look over at Shanks and your eyes widen at the smile on his face, to call it creepy wouldn’t be enough. “Let’s go.” He turns the car off and gets out then opens your door, holding his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and take a deep breath. As you walk with him to what you believe is the entrance, you instinctively move closer to him. You look around some more, the parking lot looks completely abandoned. The lines that show where the parking spaces are, are cracked and barely visible, the wind blows a stronger gust that sends another chill down your spine, the only sense of life is the music and the lights that are coming from some of the stands and booths. You squint a little to check out the stands to see if there’s anyone there but you can’t make out a figure, your eyebrows knit together and you look at your boyfriend, his fiery red hair is tousled by the wind and he still has that damn smile on his face.
“Is this the right place? There’s no one here.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and you don’t understand why you’re whispering, it's not like there’s anyone around that could possibly hear you. “Of course it is! I wouldn’t have driven here if it wasn’t the right place.” His voice is loud and it makes you shrink into his side, he glances down at you and smiles. If it was supposed to provide some sort of comfort, it just does the complete opposite. “I told you it was a surprise, we’re just here earlier than everyone else. It’s not a bad thing.” He shrugs and continues to lead you to where the entrance is, you look at the ticket booth and you see dust and cobwebs covering the corners of the glass. It looks like no one has occupied the space in ages. Shanks releases your hand for a moment to dig out his wallet and slams down some money on the small countertop before grabbing your hand again.
For the one moment, your hand wasn’t in his, you thought about making a run for it. It was a brief thought but it quickly subsided. You walk with him and continue to look around, the rides look like they shouldn’t be in operation, without anything moving you could tell the tracks are old and weary. That’s when he stops, right in the center of it all. To your left is an old roller coaster with one loop, to your right is the classic bottle game, behind Shanks is a funnel cake stand and behind you is a haunted house. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest as you look at him, his face is barely illuminated by the lights that surround the place that constantly flicker.
“I have something to tell you and I think now is the best time to do so.” He lifts his other hand to grab your free hand, and now both of your hands are in his grip. Your heartbeat is going even faster now, making you feel like it’s either going to beat out of your chest or just stop. You wish you could read his mind to figure out what he’s going to say next. You swallow thickly and nod, “w-what is it?” You hate how your emotions ooze in your voice but you can’t dwell on it for too long. He leans in close to your ear and you can hear the smile grow on his face before he utters his next words.
“I’m not your boyfriend.”
Your eyebrows knit together and you pull back, taking in his expression and it’s mixed with something sinister and unreadable. “What are you talking about? Is this some weird way to propose? It’s not funny.” You try to pull your hands from his grip but he just tightens his hold on you. Then he laughs, it echoes through the barren wasteland of the carnival and rips straight through your chest. “Shanks! Stop it, you’re creeping me out!” Your voice finally breaks from the whisper as you cry out and his expression changes. His smile falls to a straight line and his eyes cut through your skull.
“Good. I’m glad you’re creeped out, you should’ve been creeped out a long time ago. I think it’s been four months now since I’ve gotten rid of him. Tell me, have you ever heard of the superstition surrounding doppelgängers?” He keeps your hands in his as he looks at you. You shake your head, “What are you talking about?” His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow, “that really gets on my nerves, don’t answer my fucking question with a question of your own.” His words pierce you like a snake’s fangs and their venom seeps into your veins.
“As I was saying, the belief is if you see someone that looks exactly like you then it’s bad luck. If you see them multiple times then it means that death is coming, either for you or the person that looks exactly like you. That’s what happened to your dear old boyfriend, we saw each other time and time again and I killed him.” He doesn’t give you a moment to process his words before continuing, “his last words were, ‘don’t lay a hand on my girlfriend’, how fucking pathetic. But what’s more pathetic is you didn’t notice a thing! You’ve been with him for what, 4 years now and you’ve known him for longer than that but you never noticed that I’m not him. How stupid can you be? You’re a really pathetic excuse for a girlfriend, the worst part is, he was about to propose. Got you a beautiful ring, I mean the rock on that is pretty huge. But no alarms went off? No warning flags? I mean, we’ve fucked plenty of times and nothing. Was that little gear in your head stuck or something? I killed your boyfriend and now I’m taking his place. Oh, now now, don’t cry. There’s no need for tears.” He coos mockingly as he releases one of your hands to wipe at your eye, you didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until he mentioned it.
You jerk away from his touch and his jaw tenses again, “Fine, that makeup was getting ruined one way or another. Where was I? I killed your boyfriend, you didn’t realize it, now we’re here and I bet you’re wondering why now? Why would I tell you my secret now? Why would I tell you here? And let me tell you, those are reasonable questions so I’ll answer them. But first, I have an idea for a little game and that game is, I’m gonna give you a ten-second head start to run anywhere here and find a way to escape. I’m going to leave the car keys right at the ticket stand. If you can escape me and grab the keys then you can drive off and do what you please, call the police, tell them everything. I’ll even tell you right now where I hid the body, there was an old house that we drove past on the way here. He’s in the backyard.” He chuckles as more tears stream down your face and continues, “But, if I catch you then I’m going to claim you wherever it is and we’re gonna act like we’re one happy couple. You’re gonna forget what I told you just now and if you play your cards right, I’ll pop that ring on your finger. Have a nice wedding and you’ll give me a few kids. Fair enough, right?”
You wipe your eyes and look at him, “do I even have a choice?” Your voice breaks as you ask the question and the response you get is more laughter, “Good girl! There’s the smart girl I knew was in there! You don’t have a choice, so I’m gonna let you go and give you those ten seconds. Run.” He releases your hand and you bolt off, he digs the keys from his pocket and walks over to the ticket stand as he starts to count. “One!” You run as fast as your legs can take you, you bolt past the haunted house and your head is on a constant swivel. “Two!” He yells out as he makes it to the stand and sets the car keys on top of the money he placed on the counter. You finally stop running and look around to see where you can hide, you see a run-down carousel to your left then ahead of you, you see a mirror maze. You weigh your options as you look at both places.
“Five! Half of your head start is gone! I hope you found a good place!”
His voice is barely audible due to your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You look at the carousel, there are some baskets that you could momentarily hide in but it would be way too risky. You look at the mirror maze and quickly decide that it’s your best option. You run inside as you hear him again. “Seven! Almost there!” How does he count so fast? Or did you spend too much time deciding where to go?
You run past distorted images of yourself in the mirrors, you have no clue where you’re going but you hope it’ll be enough to keep him away long enough for you to get back to the ticket booth. You look around as there’s a split, you go left hoping that you’ll be able to lose him but you instantly run into a dead end. “Fuck!” You curse and turn back to take the opposite direction. “And ten! I hope you found a good place!”
His voice echoes and your heart pounds even faster. You continue to run, going in whatever direction you believe is right. As you get deeper into the maze, you see that some mirrors are shattered, leaving trails of broken glass. You try to step over them as carefully as you can to not give him a sign as to where you are. You’re not even sure how much time has passed since you ran inside but all you can think about is finding an exit.
Then you stop in your tracks, “oh come on sweetheart, you’re becoming a little predictable. Or does that mean I’m becoming a good boyfriend?” He laughs and your heart sinks to your stomach. “I know you’re here, just come out and I’ll be easy on you. I promise.” You could hear the deceit in his voice, “okay, okay, I won’t fuck you that roughly.” You slowly move to find yourself at another split, this time you go right and you find yourself at another dead end. There’s broken glass on the floor and you step over it before crouching down into a corner. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you try to even out your breathing.
“I know I’m getting close, I can smell you from here.” He laughs and you clamp your hands over your mouth tighter to muffle the gasp that escapes. You wait until you don’t hear footsteps and you slowly stand and take a blind step forward. The crunch of glass beneath your shoe is loud enough for anyone inside the maze to hear. Your eyes widen as you look down and you quickly decide to make a run for it. But you stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, he’s smiling at you. He’s fucking smiling as he takes a step closer. “Gotcha! You run pretty fast and honestly, if that glass wasn’t there you probably would’ve gotten away. Who am I kidding? I know this place like the back of my hand, I would’ve gotten you one way or another.”
“Shanks…whoever you are. Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t say a thing I promise! Just don’t kill me.” You plead as tears brim your eyes, you’re frozen in place as he moves closer to you. His eyes are practically glowing when he stands in front of you and his large hands grip your shoulders and pull you to his chest. “Why would I kill you? I only killed your boyfriend because that’s just how the superstition goes. How could I let him go free when he has the perfect life? I wanted a taste of that and now I can have it.” He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him and he smiles, you know you're becoming delusional at this point because now you feel the warmth you’ve always felt with your boyfriend. It’s a feeling that you’ve been craving for a few months now and you finally have it again.
He moves his thumb to caress your bottom lip and looks into your eyes, “Now, we made a deal and I intend to claim my prize. After this, we’re going to live a normal life. I’ll pop the question and you’ll say yes, we’ll have a nice wedding, a sex-filled honeymoon, you’ll give me a few rugrats and that’s it. Soon you’ll forget about everything I’ve told you tonight, it’ll be a thing of the past like your actual boyfriend. Got it?” You nod slowly, everything in your body wants you to run from this maniac but you just comply with his demands. In reality, what else can you do? He has you where he wants you, there’s nothing you can do. You can fight him but it’ll only piss him off, you can plot an escape but he’ll find you, you can scream at the top of your lungs, but no one will hear you. Right now, it’s just you and him.
Nothing will ever change that.
“Come on, use that pretty mouth for something. Tell me you want me to take you, to claim you as mine. Say it.” He moves his hand from your chin and lowers it to your neck, his hand wraps around it and he uses his grip to bring you close. You swallow thickly, your rational side wants to deny him but that side of you that is grasping at a false sense of reality wins.
“I want you. I want you to make me yours right here and right now. Claim me.”
A smirk grows on his face and he slams his lips against yours, the kiss is a bruising clash of teeth and tongue. His hand remains on your throat, gripping the sides ever so slightly as he somehow deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, running along your teeth, the roof of your mouth and along your own tongue. You whimper against his lips as your lungs scream for air. You lift your hands to his shirt and clench the fabric in your fists, trying to signal to him that you need to breathe but he just takes it as a sign to continue kissing you. To keep stealing your air just like he stole your boyfriend’s place and made it his own.
Thankfully, he finally breaks the kiss. You greedily gasp for air and your eyes water as you pant. He smirks at the sight and releases your throat in exchange for one of your wrists. He pulls you along with him until you’re both surrounded by mirrors that haven’t been broken. He releases your wrist to grip your face, gripping your cheeks tightly as he forces you to look at yourself in one of the mirrors. He smirks at the way your eyes widen when you take in your reflection, your mascara is smudged and has stained your cheeks, whatever is left of your lipstick is smeared along your lips and your lips are now coated by his drying saliva. “So pretty like this. You always work so hard on making yourself look pretty but this is how you look best, completely ruined for me.”
He leans in and uses his grip on your face to bring you close, he kisses your cheek roughly and chuckles. “Now, you can watch me ruin you even more from different angles. Get on your knees.” You look at him through the distorted reflection and move to go to your knees slowly. He groans and his jaw tenses as he moves one of his feet to knock you down, the move is so swift and you land on your knees immediately. The dull pain rushes through your body but it is quickly replaced by another source of pain when he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back. You yelp at the pain and look up at him, his eyes look like they’re glowing again, a fiery red that rivals his hair.
“When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it without a second thought. You don’t think about it, you don’t process it, you just do it. Let’s try another command, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” His words cut like the glass you stepped on earlier and you quickly do what he declares. It is humiliating and you can’t help but think about how different your boyfriend had been when you two were intimate. How he treated you like glass, too afraid to grip you too tightly, never wanted to spank you or be rough with you…but you quickly have to shake the memories from your head.
The man in front of you isn’t Shanks and he will never be Shanks.
He smirks and spits on your tongue, you can’t help but flinch a little when it hits your tongue and it makes him laugh. “Fucking pathetic.” He keeps his hand in your hair as he uses his free hand to pull down his zipper and pull his cock out. You glance down at it then meet his eyes. His cock is the same as your boyfriend’s, thick and long with a single prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. He grips his cock and taps it against your tongue before shoving it down your throat. He throws his head back as he uses the grip in your hair to move you along his length. Your lewd gags and slurps echo throughout the maze, bouncing off the mirrors and reaching your ears. More tears spring from your eyes as he uses you, spit spills down your chin making more of a mess down your face.
You weakly lift your hands up to hit his thighs, trying to get him to release you for just a moment so you can breathe. You feel lightheaded again and he buries his cock all the way down your throat, you weakly swallow around him and more tears spill down your face. Just as black spots start to fill your vision, you’re sure that you’re going to pass out then he suddenly pulls out. “Scared you there, didn’t I?” He mockingly asks as he forces you to face another mirror. You cough and pant as you look at yourself, even more of a mess than the last time you looked at yourself.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get even hotter. Shit, just looking at you like this is about to make me cum.” His cock throbs and twitches as you continue to pant. You lift your hand to try to clean yourself off but he pulls on your hair again, tutting his tongue. “No, no, no, stay messy. I prefer you like this.” You nod as best as you can with his tight grip in your hair, “o-okay, I’m sorry.” Your voice is raspy from the rough facefucking he was giving you and you look up at him.
“You look like a cute little fawn caught by the hunter, such pretty big eyes filled with fear. I love it. Stand up.” You quickly rise to your feet and he bends you over slightly in front of another mirror, you stick your hands out to try to ground yourself. He finally releases the grip in your hair so he can pull down your leggings then rips your panties off, bringing the scraps to his nose to sniff them before tossing them aside. “You smell so fucking sweet and look at this cunt, so fucking wet.” He bends down and grabs your ass, using one of his thumbs to spread your lips while using the other to smear your arousal over your clit.
He spits on your entrance and watches it trail down, just before it reaches your clit he sticks his tongue out to clean it off. “Taste just as sweet too, like the perfect peach on a hot summer day.” He licks up your slit again then spits on your pussy once more before standing straight. His cock bobs as he moves close to you, he grips the base and taps it against your waiting hole, chuckling as a whimper escapes your lips. “Didn’t you know it’s not polite to enter before knocking? I’m just showing you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He bites his lip as he continues to tap his cock against you, glancing at you through the mirror. “Please, just fuck me already. Give me all of you.” You rasp out your words as you look at his distorted reflection.
His eyebrows raise slightly for a moment before he shrugs, “don’t cry when I give you what you want.” He places his free hand on your hip before he slams into you, the sheer stretch of his cock making more tears spill from your eyes. Your mouth falls open as you cry out, your legs trembling as he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough, his heavy balls slap against your clit and you’re sure that you won’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. “Now you’re really getting fucked, this is what you’ve gotta get used to from here on out. No more of that gentle bullshit, no more slow thrusts, all of that romance shit is dead just like your pathetic little boyfriend.” Of course he has to use the opportunity to rub in what he did. Why wouldn’t he? You’re at your weakest point and he just has to pour salt on the wound.
“Well, maybe I’ll be gentle on our wedding night. Depends on how good that cake is and how good the booze are.” He chuckles as he continues to slam into you, your body trembles with each thrust and you struggle more and more to keep yourself up. “I-I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs are too weak.” You moan out your words and you look around, seeing all the distorted reflections of him fucking you. It’s like a horror movie on repeat. He slams into you once more and uses his strength to push you up against the mirror you’re in front of more. Your cheek is now pressed against the cold surface and his arms wrap around you.
“Better now? I’ll keep you close like this, just make sure you keep looking into that mirror there, it's the closest one to a regular mirror and you can watch yourself fall apart.” He keeps himself pressed against you as he ruts into you. It's animalistic the way he grunts and groans in your ear, his pace is still hard and rough. You watch yourself getting ruined, just like he wanted you to and while it should make you sick to your stomach, it turns you on more than anything.
Your (now dead) boyfriend would never do something like this with you, he wouldn’t have even thought about it. Oddly enough, you can’t help but wonder what other sick and twisted ideas he’ll have in store for you. You wonder what other positions he’ll fuck you in, what other places he’ll take you in, what hidden kinks he has, how rough he might get, how he’ll fuck when he’s angry with you, would he want to tie you up or use toys on you? The ideas just flow and don’t stop.
His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you’re pulled from your thoughts. “What are you thinking about little fawn? Those pretty eyes are filled with wonder and this cunt keeps clenching around me tighter.” You whimper as his cock brushes against your g spot and you turn your head as much as you possibly can to try to look at him, “I’m thinking about what else you’ll have in store for me, how depraved you can be. How would you want to take me next? Where would you fuck me next? What other kinks or ideas you might have that’s hidden from me.”
He laughs as he suddenly pulls out of you and then turns you to face him, he bends down to hook his arms under the backs of your knees and lifts you with ease. Your back is now pressed against the mirror and you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hand grips his cock, lining him with your entrance so he can fuck you again. He watches you with a smirk on his face and he enters you in a swift motion, knocking the wind out of you as he thrusts harder and faster than before. He leans in close to your neck, biting down on whatever skin he can get to, making you cry out louder. “You’re just as sick and twisted as I am. I knew it was fate when I met your boyfriend all those times, I even watched him. I learned his habits and I learned about you. I even started to watch you, instead of him being my main target, it was you. I had to get rid of him to get to you and here we are. Two twisted and depraved people.”
You dig your nails in his shoulder as the coil in your stomach tightens and you use your other hand to lightly tug on his hair. He pulls from your neck and you smash your lips against his, muffling your cry as your orgasm rips through you. It’s so powerful and it makes you tremble in his hold. He fucks you through your orgasm and messily thrusts into you a few more times before cumming inside of you. His orgasm mixes with yours as it starts to leak around his cock. You break the kiss to look at the mess that’s now staining the ground beneath where you two are connected. You bite your lip and look into his eyes as you both pant. He pecks your lips and slowly pulls out of you before setting you on the ground for a moment. You stumble and reach out to hold onto his shoulders to try to steady yourself.
It erupts laughter out of both of you and he quickly fixes himself up before pulling your leggings up. He bends down to scoop you up bridal style and starts walking. “You know, as I was chasing you, I really thought you’d get away from me. Good thing I came here earlier this week to break some of the mirrors. I even thought about boarding the exit shut so you’d really be stuck here but that would be pretty cruel.” He chuckles and you hold onto him tightly, you feel the warmth from his laughter and the way he looks at you.
You can’t really wrap your head around it, but this is your life now. You’re stuck with this man who is a killer, who’s a brute and rough in all the right places.
And oddly, it gives you some comfort to know that this is who you’re stuck with.
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shanks is a very mouthy lover i think. always trying to shove his tongue down your throat whenever you kiss. biting and sucking on your neck and your chest and every other inch of your skin he can reach because he just thinks you look so good covered in hickies. if he's alone with you he'll pull you into a kiss the moment he gets a chance. start by making out with you and then trail kisses down your whole body until he eats you out like a man starved
#in his mind if he doesn’t have his tongue on you he's doing something wrong#hyper talks#shanks x reader#shanks x you#shanks smut#<- kind of
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The Neightbor. Chapter 4
Summary: The story takes place in the real world. Shanks, your unbearable neighbor, makes you a proposition that you're unsure whether to reject. It could be the start of a friendship, or maybe something more?
SHANKS X YOU
WARNING: Except for the first chapter, the rest will contain scenes of sex and violence, making this fanfic strictly +18.
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Shanks continued to run his fingers through my lower parts gently, and delicately began to lick my clit, making movements with his tongue, which he intensified in speed and hardness, exchanging them from time to time with kisses and movements of his lips. And I…. I was a moaning mess.
After a while, Shanks introduced two fingers inside me, moving them also in perfect movements, straight towards my G-spot, since he knew perfectly where it was. He raised and lowered his fingers while his mouth also worked. My body burned, my desire increased more and more, I needed him, I wanted him now, and I couldn't stop screaming and moaning his name.
Shanks moved away from me for a few seconds, catching his breath, to approach my neck and kiss it passionately while he continued working with his fingers. "You look so cute screaming my name….. I'm sure you'll be beautiful when I'm inside you" He whispered while increasing the rhythm of his fingers. "Cum, now."
I let myself go, it was strange, but at that moment I felt like his eyes reflected passion and lust as I felt like he had power over me, like at that moment he could do whatever he wanted with me, like he knew I would obey and do anything, and I loved that he was so dominant.
Feeling all my juices on his fingers, Shanks slowly took them out, taking them to his belt with a small smile. His pants now lay tight at the bottom, behind the belt, with a prominent bulge behind them. I couldn't help but bite my lip in anticipation of what was about to happen.
He untied the belt, and the first few buttons of his pants as the moonlight illuminated his sculpted body. He quickly pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His prominent member came out free and it was big, very big. Nervousness ran through my body. The truth was that even though I had had a few flings and boyfriends, I had never been with anyone like Shanks.
He threw his clothes aside, and lay down on top of me, bringing his face close to mine. "Don't worry, I've prepared you very well" He said, pushing my hair out of my face with tenderness. "You want it?"
Before I could nod, he introduced his member into me, slowly but surely, grabbing my hands. A small moan escaped his mouth. "Breathe, you're okay." He continued as he brought his lips back to mine. A mix of pain and pleasure took over me, although little by little the pain disappeared, Shanks' small movements were slowly turning into pleasure. I opened my eyes, and found his, looking at me, waiting for my approval, an answer that everything was okay. A small smile appeared on my lips. Seeing this, Shanks regained confidence, responding with an even bigger smile and beginning to intensify the pace.
We both immersed ourselves in pleasure and the space was filled with our moans. Shanks stood up, feet on the floor, while he placed me on the edge of the bed and continued to increase the pace. He brought his finger close to my mouth, caressing it and inserting his finger into it. "Suck it" he demanded. And I obeyed.
"You're so pretty, so pretty around my cock" he said trying to catch his breath. "I want you to ride me" he continued dryly.
He moved away slightly, climbing onto the headboard of the bed, while leaning his back against it, sitting on the pillows. I stood up and placed myself on his lap, while he bit his lip and looked at my body with a smile. That smile that made me melt inside.
When I was positioned on top of him, I slowly introduced his member inside me, the truth was that at that moment it didn't hurt me in the slightest, the only thing I could feel was pleasure. I began to ride Shanks quickly, as best I knew, his delicious cock was taking me to ecstasy, filling every part of my insides and rubbing perfectly on my G-spot.
A light sweat ran through our bodies, Shanks with clearly agitated breath guided my hips with his hands, grabbing my ass and occasionally spanking me, which became a little more intense each time. While my nails dug passionately into his shoulders and back.
"I bet none of those little boys will fuck you like I'm doing." A big ball of heat besieged my stomach. "Now your testing a real man with a real dick" Shanks continued with a big spank on my ass.
"I'm going to cum" I let out with the last breath I had left.
"Wait a minute princess, I want to enjoy you a little more"
I kept riding Shanks until I couldn't take it anymore, letting my orgasm run free, running through my entire body. Shanks, feeling all my fluids on his member, came too, leaving us both breathing hard.
I leaned against Shanks’ body, trying to regain some sense of normalcy. He wrapped his arms around me, planting a kiss on my forehead. We both remained silent, savoring the moment and what had just happened.
“We should clean up,” Shanks finally said, breaking the silence.
Carefully, I got up from the bed, setting my feet on the ground, and Shanks did the same, taking my hand and guiding me to the bathroom.
We both washed up quickly, and I could see the exhaustion on his face. After the day I’d had, I was just as tired. When we left the bathroom, Shanks went to his closet, looking for a clean shirt. “Here, put this on. You’ll be more comfortable,” he said, tossing a shirt into my hands. “We’d better get some sleep.”
He pulled back the sheets on the bed, and we both slid underneath them. Shanks wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
Everything was peaceful. I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up slowly, with the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. For a moment, everything felt serene, as if the world had stilled after the intensity of the night before. The gentle brush of the sheets against my skin reminded me where I was, and more importantly, who I had been with.
A shy smile crept across my face as memories from the night before resurfaced. The way Shanks had looked at me, how his hands had explored every inch of my body with a blend of tenderness and desire. There was something magnetic about him that I just couldn’t shake.
I turned over slowly, expecting to find him still sleeping beside me, but instead, the bed was empty. My smile faded slightly. I looked around the room, but there was no sign of him. A slight pang of disappointment hit me, as if the night had ended more abruptly than I had hoped.
That’s when I saw it: a small note carefully folded and left on Shanks’ pillow. I picked it up, my heart beating a little faster as I unfolded it.
“Y/N,
I got called in for an emergency at work. Sorry I couldn’t stay, but I promise we’ll see each other soon. Take care.
Shanks.”
I read the note several times, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, there was the warmth of knowing he hadn’t left without a word, that he had cared enough to leave me an explanation. But on the other hand, I couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of disappointment. I had wanted to wake up next to him, talk to him, maybe even spend a bit more time together in that bubble we’d created during the night.
I took a deep breath and set the note aside, deciding not to overthink it. Shanks was a busy man. I gathered my things slowly, still feeling his presence in every corner of the room. Part of me wanted to linger a little longer, savor the calm, but I knew I had to go home.
I dressed quickly, and after one last glance at the room, I left, closing the door softly behind me. As I walked toward the exit, my thoughts were still tangled up in what had transpired between us.
When I got home, I felt a mix of relief and nervousness. As I opened the apartment door, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, along with the familiar sound of Nami humming a tune in the kitchen. Her laughter was the next thing I heard.
“Well, well! Look who decided to come back after a wild night out!” Nami said, giving me a teasing look as she set the coffee pot aside.
I sighed, trying to hold back the smile tugging at my lips. “It wasn’t as wild as you think, Nami,” I replied, though she clearly didn’t believe me.
“Oh, please,” she shot back, crossing her arms and stepping closer with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve got that sparkle in your eyes. Come on, spill it all.”
I laughed, unable to help myself. “Okay, okay,” I admitted, collapsing onto the couch. “It was… amazing. Different from anything I’ve experienced before.”
Nami sat next to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Amazing how?”
I told her everything, and as I spoke, the memories rushed back with overwhelming force, and I realized how much that night had meant to me.
“And then he left me a note this morning because he had to rush off to work,” I said, showing her the note Shanks had left.
Nami took it and read it quietly before handing it back. “Wow,” she commented with a soft smile. “Do you trust him?”
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Yeah. I’m not sure exactly what will happen next, but… I feel like there’s something more between us.”
Nami smiled and gave me a playful nudge on the arm. “Well, whatever is happening, it sounds like you’re in good hands. And from what you’ve told me, not just good, but very, very skilled ones.”
We both burst into laughter.
Monday arrived faster than I expected. I was sitting at my small desk, staring at the messy notes from my PhD project when I received an email from Benn Beckman, my thesis advisor, requesting an urgent meeting. I knew Beckman wasn’t the type to send emails for trivial matters, so I quickly finished what I was working on and headed to his office.
The campus was unusually quiet for a Monday, and the sound of my footsteps echoed in the hallways. When I reached Benn’s office, the door was slightly ajar. I knocked softly.
“Come in,” his firm voice called from inside.
I entered and saw him sitting behind his desk, with his characteristic calm yet intense expression. Beckman had always been someone I admired deeply. His sharp mind and ability to see beyond the obvious made him a formidable mentor. He motioned for me to take a seat, and I obeyed.
“Y/N,” he began as I sat down, “I want to talk to you about something important. This Friday, we’re having a small gathering with some investors who are interested in funding innovative research projects.”
My heart skipped a beat. I knew what that meant. Beckman had mentioned the possibility of seeking external funding for my project, but I hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.
“I want you to present your project to them,” he continued, looking at me with a mix of confidence and expectation. “It’s your chance to sell your research and make sure these investors are interested enough to fund you. You have the rest of the week to prepare. I trust you’ll be ready.”
I felt the pressure building in my chest, but also a spark of excitement. This was the opportunity I’d been waiting for, the moment to prove that my work was worth supporting. However, the fear of failure was there too, lurking in the background.
“I will be,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Beckman gave me a slight smile. “I know. Just remember, the most important thing isn’t just presenting your project, but connecting with them, making them feel that your research is necessary and valuable. If you can do that, you’ll succeed.”
The rest of the week was an emotional rollercoaster. During the day, I threw myself completely into preparing my presentation. I refined every slide, reviewed my notes over and over, and practiced my talk in front of the mirror until I could recite it from memory.
But at night, my mind kept drifting back to Shanks. Ever since that morning when I found his note on the pillow, we hadn’t spoken again. And although I didn’t expect us to be in constant contact, the prolonged silence was starting to bother me.
Every now and then, I’d see him through the window, either entering his house or working out in the backyard. Sometimes our eyes would meet, but he never waved or made any effort to talk to me. That confused me, and to be honest, it frustrated me. How could he go from such an intense night to completely ignoring me?
“What the hell is he thinking?” I often wondered, growing more annoyed. It was like he had lit a fire in me only to disappear.
On Tuesday night, I saw him leave his house, wearing a jacket over his shoulders and his phone in hand. He was walking quickly, as if in a rush to get somewhere. I watched him from the window, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t even bothered to say hello.
“Maybe I never mattered to him at all,” I thought bitterly.
Nami, always perceptive, noticed my irritation when I got back to the apartment later that night.
“Shanks again?” she asked, not looking up from her book as she sat on the couch.
“Yeah, and I don’t get it,” I huffed, dropping down beside her. “Ever since that night, he’s barely looked at me. He hasn’t come to say hi even once. And the worst part is, I see him every day. He’s right there, but he acts like I don’t exist.”
Nami looked up and studied me for a moment, thinking. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on in his head, but maybe he’s just really busy with work.”
“Work?” I said, frustrated. “After everything that happened between us, the least he could do is say hi when we cross paths, right?”
“I know,” Nami replied calmly. “But maybe it’s not that simple. You can’t know everything if he doesn’t tell you. Just… don’t let it get to you too much, at least not this week. We’ve got the presentation on Friday, and you can’t let this distract you.”
I knew she was right, but the thought of Shanks ignoring me—or worse, that I hadn’t meant anything to him—kept gnawing at me inside.
It was Thursday afternoon, and I was in my room, sitting in front of my computer with the presentation open. The slides were practically ready, but I kept going over each one, looking for any small mistake, something that could be improved. The glow of the screen lit up my face, while the minutes dragged on, feeling heavy and slow. Despite my efforts to focus, anxiety was keeping me company.
The meeting with Beckman was approaching. He would want to review the final details of the presentation before the big day. I knew this was crucial, but my mind kept wandering somewhere else, to someone else. To Shanks.
It had been days since we last spoke, and although I tried to keep my mind focused on work, his indifference gnawed at me. I couldn’t stop wondering what had really happened. Was it just a night for him? Or was there something more, something I wasn’t seeing?
I got up from the chair, stretched a bit, and walked to the window to clear my head. The sun was still high in the sky. My eyes automatically fell on Shanks' window, just across from mine. For some reason, I always ended up looking over there, as if expecting some kind of sign.
And then, I saw him.
Shanks was in his room, walking around casually in a dark shirt with his hair all messy. I watched him for a moment, wondering if he even noticed my presence. He looked so relaxed, so indifferent. He moved back and forth in his room, as if there was no one else in the world but him.
I sighed, resigned. "How stupid I was," I thought. Just as I was about to look away, Shanks suddenly stopped, as if he had felt my gaze. He turned his head slowly toward the window, and his eyes met mine. My heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I thought he would walk away again, ignoring me like always. But to my surprise, he didn’t.
He stayed there, watching me. After what felt like an eternity, he raised his hand and gave me a cheeky smile. It was that same laid-back smile I had seen so many times before, the one that always made me feel safe, but now only fueled the confusion inside me.
What was he playing at? Why now? Why after days of silence?
My pulse quickened, and before I could think twice, I gathered my courage. I couldn’t go on like this, tormenting myself with unanswered questions. It was time to face him, to demand explanations. With trembling hands, I grabbed my phone and searched for his number.
For a second, I hesitated, but there was no turning back. I dialed his number and brought the phone to my ear, watching him from the window. Shanks picked up his phone quickly, as if he knew exactly what my intentions were.
My breathing became heavier as the ringing continued. One ring, two rings… and then, his voice.
"Hello, pretty. How are you?" His carefree tone ignited the anger inside me. Was he serious?
"Shanks," I said, trying to hold back the wave of emotions rushing through me at that moment. My voice came out colder than I intended, but I didn’t care. After days of silence and endless questions, I had no patience left for games.
He laughed, a light and carefree laugh, as if he didn’t sense the tension hanging in the air. "Just ‘Shanks’? Wow, I thought after the other night, I deserved something a bit… warmer." His tone was laced with that typical cockiness of his, that mix of confidence and amusement that used to make me smile, but now only irritated me more.
"Really?" I replied, trying not to sound affected. "You’ve barely said a word, and when you do, you act like nothing happened. It’s true that you don’t owe me anything, but at least don’t ignore me."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, one that almost made me think I had managed to crack through his façade. But then, his laugh returned, softer this time. "I didn’t know you were keeping such close tabs on me. If I had known, I would’ve walked by the window more often."
I rolled my eyes, unable to stop the heat rising to my cheeks, but now wasn’t the time to give in. "Shanks, I’m serious. If what happened was just… a distraction for you, at least you could’ve been honest instead of disappearing. I’m not a kid who can’t handle the truth."
He sighed on the other end, and his tone finally shifted. "No, it wasn’t that. It wasn’t just a distraction." For the first time, he seemed to stop joking. "It’s just… I’ve been busy with work stuff."
When I stayed silent, he continued.
"I can’t tell you all the details about my mission, but let’s just say it’s the kind of job that requires all my attention. Although, of course, I always save a bit for you."
"Of course, you do." I kept the sarcasm sharp but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my face.
"You worry about me more than you admit, don’t you?" he teased, his voice turning seductive again. "I like that about you, Y/N. You’re so passionate, even when you try not to show it."
I couldn’t believe he was flirting with me right now, but more than that, I couldn’t believe that, despite my anger, part of me was responding to that damn seductive tone he used so naturally.
"Don’t change the subject, Shanks," I said, trying to stay firm.
"I told you," his voice softened, but still held that playful edge. "It’s work. The kind of work that takes time, energy… but don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you. In fact," he continued, with a hint of mischief, "I think I dreamed about you the other day. Although, in that dream, you were a bit less… dressed."
My cheeks burned, and my heart fluttered somewhere between fury and embarrassment. "You’re impossible," I muttered, trying not to smile, but failing miserably.
"And you’re adorable when you’re mad at me," he replied, a smile clearly audible in his voice. "I admit, maybe I should’ve come to see you sooner. But I didn’t want to drag you into all my chaos. Besides, you’re the one with my number."
The truth was, he was right. But I had held myself back, partly out of pride, and partly because I liked him more than I would ever admit. The shame and frustration that it had all been a game for him had kept me from reaching out.
"That doesn’t change the fact that you could’ve come to talk to me too," I replied, calmer now but still firm.
"I know," he admitted, his voice soft. "I’ll make it up to you, I promise. This week has been a mess, but… I’d like to see you on Saturday. Really see you."
I didn’t know how to respond right away. Part of me wanted to tell him to go to hell, but another part… the part that had always felt that irresistible attraction to him, wanted to give in.
"We’ll see," I replied, not wanting to give him all the cards so easily.
Shanks chuckled on the other end, pleased with my response. "That’s my girl. Always keeping me in suspense."
"Stop flirting, Shanks," I said, trying to sound more serious than I felt.
"Sorry, beautiful, I’ve got to go," he said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t sorry at all. "I’ll see you on Saturday and… we’ll discuss everything."
He winked at me, and with a laugh, added, "By the way, where are you going looking so fine?"
An idea popped into my head at that moment. Maybe I could give him a little lesson.
"To university, I have a big event tomorrow. I might land an investor for my project." I said, turning my back to the window.
"That’s great." There was a brief pause before he continued. "You could wear that skirt on Saturday."
This was my chance.
"Oh yeah? You like it?" I said, lifting my skirt higher, revealing a part of my behind to Shanks. "Actually, I think I don’t even need panties." I continued as I slid my hand under my skirt, pulling my underwear down and tossing them to the floor.
On the other side of the phone, I could hear Shanks breathing heavily.
"I think you should come pick me up at the university, or someone might notice."
Shanks was silent for a few seconds, his breathing growing more intense.
"I’ll be there," he replied, before hanging up.
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34 with an emotionally constipated shanks llsplsplsplspls
I've come to really like writing for shanks 🤧 (34 - accidental I love yous)
cw: angst, smut, fem!reader
Tainted Goodbyes | Shanks ♡
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You and Shanks have been sleeping together for months. You're hopelessly in love with him, and you're sure he feels the same, but he won't say it.
“You're so beautiful,” “You're my girl”, “I want you so bad” are all phrases that he likes to moan in your ear, but he never tells you he loves you.
He'd been staying in your village, visiting the bar you worked at with your friend, Makino. Now he's leaving tomorrow, and you're in distress. Shanks comes to see you in the evening, knocking on your door as the sun sets. It's always this way: secret meet-ups after dark with his hand covering your mouth.
“I'm here to say goodbye” He seems off, unable to look you in the eyes. You feel sadness creeping into you, tears pooling your eyes. His eyes finally snap up to yours when he hears you sniffle. “oh sweet girl, c'mere”, he says, pulling you into his chest. You let the tears roll down your cheeks as Shanks’ palm soothes your back. You wonder if he's been in this place before, soothing the tears of a woman he's been messing around with before he leaves them and never returns.
His palm cups your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss. Despite the thoughts running through your head, you kiss back. You let the feeling of his tongue pressing into your mouth cloud your mind. Shanks walks you backwards into your home and kicks the front door shut. You turn, grab his hand and drag him through to your bedroom. You're eager to get him inside you so that you don't have to be alone with your worries. Shanks, seemingly oblivious to your inner turmoil, is more than happy to help you undress.
When he gets you down to your underwear, he lays you down against the pillows, crawling onto the bed to lie on his front between your legs. He kisses your stomach and sinks his teeth into your thigh. He's always been a biter, but this time, he sucks the skin into his mouth, intending to leave a mark. Without warning, he shoves his face between your legs, sucking your soaked panties into his mouth. Shanks is a pussy fiend, and he's ready to dive in. He pulls your panties down your legs, and it's then that he notices your hesitation.
“What's wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing, Shanks. I'm just thinking about how much I'm gonna miss you,” you say. It's a half-truth.
“Oh, pretty girl, I'm gonna miss you more.”
This makes you laugh; there's no way he could miss you more. You run your fingers through his hair and try to guide him back to your pussy.
“It's okay. You'll find another pretty barmaid to fuck, and you'll forget all about me,” You grit out in the best joking tone you can manage. Shanks, unexpectedly, growls against the skin of your thigh.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asks, sounding the most pissed off you've ever heard him. You freeze in panic. “You think I'm not fucking serious about you? Do you think I can just move on? You think you're just a barmaid I like to fuck” he sounds enraged, and you find yourself unable to answer.
He launches forward, tongue licking a strip up your pussy. He sucks your clit into his mouth, making vulgar noises as he slurps up your juices. He presses two fingers to your hole, pushing them inside you and curling them. He scissors his fingers inside, stretching you open, ready for his cock. He's aggressive as he eats your pussy, working you towards an orgasm in record time. His words and actions tell you he reciprocates your feelings, but he still won't say the word love. Your orgasm is about to wash over you, your body arches, and you start to shake. Shanks is quick to pull back, stilling his fingers inside you and stopping your orgasm in its tracks. You cry out in frustration.
“That's for questioning my feelings,” he says. You want so desperately to believe I'm his feelings, but he won't even say what his feelings are. “Don't worry. I'll make you cum, though” he says, pulling his cock free from his trousers. He lines himself up with your hole and slowly inches himself in. You both moan out as you cling onto his shoulders. He lets you adjust, pressing kisses all over your face and cooing at you. “I lo- I need you, baby” he groans.
You whimper at him to start moving, and he does, bracing himself on his arm and thrusting his hips. He drives his cock into you with the force of a bulldozer, and his pants and moans in your ears have your pussy drooling. You've always appreciated how vocal Shanks is in bed, letting you know just how much he enjoys having your body beneath his.
“Shanks, please”, you beg, wrapping your legs around him to trap him. He nods against your neck, licking and biting at the skin. Your emotions are heightened, and he's completely draped over you in a way that you are completely overwhelmed. He's feeling the same if his frantic pace and intelligible moaning are anything to go by.
Shanks hits his high before you so, and he cums with a cry of your name and a phrase you never thought you'd hear him say.
“I love you” It was just three words. Three simple words, and yet they affected you so deeply that your orgasm barrels into you, lighting each and every nerve in your body on fire. You don't realise you're crying until you come down from your mind blowing orgasm and Shanks is wiping at your cheeks. He presses kisses to every patch of skin he can reach. You grab his hand, moving it from your face so that you can see him better. There's a guilt ridden expression on his face.
“I love you too” you say, pulling him in for a proper kiss.
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HOME IS WHEREVER YOU ARE TONIGHT + SHANKS !
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Luffy runs with his full strength before those small feet of his even catch up.
“Shanks is home.” You mumble to yourself taking a deep inhale of the salty wind. The air that smelt so dull a few moments ago now smells like home. Shanks is home. Shanks is home. Shanks is home. . . You run towards the source of this hub-bub that consists of greetings, laughter and joy, like Luffy did a few minutes ago but you halt at the entrance of the ship that is freshly docked. There he is.
He is sitting in his ship on a pile of loot while the whole crew of his ship is unloading various things. Even though he looks at you for a mere twinkling moment while he ruffles Luffy's hair it feels like ages.There is something so intimate about it. He wants you. He wants you close. Luffy has already started following each of his men as they go back and forth, busy in unloading.
You tip toe towards him to stand close to him. As Luffy vanishes out of sight, Shanks who was sitting with his legs spread apart but folded taps on his inner thighs as he looks at you. A familiar warmth gushes all over your body as you check the surroundings if anyone witnessed that or not. Shanks smiles as you take a few more steps towards him but it is agonizingly slow, so as soon as you get in his range for him to grab he yanks you into his lap. Even though everyone is aware that you are Shanks’ girl somehow it still feels unholy amount of embarrassment to showcase it.
As his men pass one by one, sometimes more than once, he smiles and talks sometimes and while doing it his hands slowly pull you closer to him. Indeed, he had other plans for you. He uttered “i like the dress.” Oh!you have missed this ; this voice, and hearing it from being this close. He holds your chin to make you look at him since you fail to do so. He looks at you so fondly, as if you are as soft as a morning dew.
The gigantic frills of your dress covers both of your hips. No one would know. . . yes! no one would know if he were to push his fat cock inside you. Seeing you after such a long time has sure made him desperate but not coward. He pulls you closer to his body to let you feel how turned on he is right now and as soon as you feel his boner kissing your cunt you look at him with eyes full of yearn. It does not take you much to make a line between his constant rough tugs and his boner.
As you pull up your frilly skirt just enough to surf your hand underneath Shanks heart start to beat embarrassingly at a faster pace. You unzip his pants, and put his cock inside you. It does not fit right away and it is just tip that is kissing the folds of your pussy but is enough to make both of you drive crazy. Shanks wets his bottom lip while looking at yours. You know what he is thinking. You know you want him to think of him in that way too but the people in the ship, all the eyes, all the talks makes you conscious but not the fact that you are slowly and occassionally moving your hips to take him more of him further.
The sun is making love to the boro setting the whole sky ablaze. Meanwhile, Shanks his getting impatient. The crowd of his crew has become thin by now. Some of them have started to order and wait for food in the tavern. He encapsulates his arm around your waist; you know what he is about to do but could not do anything. He pulls you in one strong thrust towards himself while bucking his hips ever so slightly and the whole length of his thick member pushes deep into you.
Amidst the azure sky adorned with millions of twinkling stars, while his people are celebrating, drinking booze and dining . . . Shanks is making you see stars even though your eyes are closed.
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strangers in the night
synopsis: a red-haired captain stumbles into the bar late one night, and out of your bed early the next morning.
warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, shanks x barmaid! Reader, no use of y/n or shanks’ name, yes he has one arm, alcohol consumption, dubcon? (they’re drinking but not trashed), unprotected p in v, brief anal fingering, creampie
wc: 2107
a/n: sorry if this is trash, i have had no motivation to write these past few months. credits for dividers here. hope y'all enjoy <3
“And another for you, sir?” The once-vibrant aura of the bar had long since quelled, mirroring the calm ebs of the bay of which the establishment overlooked. It was half past midnight, and you were multi-tasking between closing duties and entertaining the lingering drunken seamen and women.
The man you were currently occupied with had long since been weaned off alcohol, none the wiser to you substituting the vodka for water; he will thank you in the morning, though. He tosses a couple Berry across the bar top, slurs out a ‘thank you’, and stumbles out into the night. Only one more hour and then you’ll be home, free to tear off the corset that had you cinched for the heavens.
You held out hope that the patrons would disperse sooner rather than later, perhaps you could close a little earlier tonight.
But all faith quickly disappeared, fleeting in rhythm with the hoard of footsteps bounding down the board walk and right to the bar’s doorsteps.
It was a small but rowdy crowd, and a vaguely familiar one too. You had seen a few of their faces before, but never so late and never on such a quiet night. You approach the bunch as they seat themselves at the bar, adorning your best customer service smile despite the evident exhaustion tugging at your eyes.
“Evening,” you start, less chirpy than you typically are, but a sultry undertone remains. You had learned quickly during your time as a bar maid; men are so easy and will lay down all their Berry for you, if you know how to talk to them.
A low whistle rings, courtesy of a man with thick, dreaded lock, and the others do little to hide their satisfaction at the sight of you.
“Good evening, indeed,” Another drawls between puffs of the fat cigar tucked in the corner of his mouth. His face and arms are littered in scars and his long gray hair is slicked back from the salty sea air.
They waste not a moment requesting several bottles of sake. As you flitter around scrounging up what remains behind the bar, you can feel a pair of dark eyes training on you.
He is tall, and broad, with a black cloak slung around his shoulders, obscuring his left arm. His crimson hair hangs languidly atop his head and does nothing to hide the three scars carved across his face. He is undoubtedly handsome, definitely higher ranking amongst the many faces you have seen come and go during your time here. In the past, a lucky handful of men and women were blessed to share your bed following a late-night shift. But those were still few and far between, and you could feel a familiar itch start to creep into your core.
They moved to whiskey once they had polished off your remaining supply of sake, and by then you had lost track of time, completely engrossed in their company. You didn’t know their names, didn’t really care to, but they made good conversation.
They rotated in tandem, sharing stories of their adventures in an obvious guise to impress you, the pretty barmaid keeping their glasses full. The red-haired man threw a wink or a lip bite your way whenever your eyes connected. You had seen the desperation that months at sea could bring someone, and typically it was repulsive. But there was something so smooth about this one.
“-until our good ‘ole captain here led us straight into the line of fire!” One of the men howled, slapping the red-haired man across the back so hard that he aspirated on his whiskey, dark eyes bulging from their sockets.
“Captain?” you giggle in genuine surprise. Most of the captains you had come across were egotistical, narcissistic, and made their status known from the moment they enter the establishment. A cheeky smirk tugs at his peachy lips, coupled with another thigh clenching wink. Your heart flutters and you return a coy smile, “I never would have guessed.”
Perhaps it was the liquor, or perhaps you were just that funny, but regardless your quip left the group keeling over in laughter. You tuck a stray hair behind your ear, face flushing you’re your own fits of giggles. You turn to grab an unopened bottle of whiskey, the small clock hanging on the wall behind the bar catching your eye. You gasp, noticing it was almost 3AM; you should have closed an hour ago!
“I’m sorry boys,” you turn back, whiskey bottle in hand and offering an apologetic smile, “But you’ll have to take this one for the road.”
The men groaned in protest, but understood when you nodded towards the clock. The captain plopped a fat pouch full of Berry of the bar, watching as his men filtered while you began collecting their glasses.
A throat cleared from behind, startling you, “Mind if I give you a hand, darling?” He was already bringing over the other glasses left on tables by previous patrons.
“Oh, that is very kind of you Captain but-“
“Please allow me, you must be eager to get home.” And who were you to argue? Although you had enjoyed the time spent with his crew, he was absolutely correct. So you both work silently, him wiping tables and sweeping the floor while you wash and dry all the dirty dishes and refresh the bar for the when it opens again later that day, thankful to be off for the next few days.
He insisted on walking you home, tension blooming with every brush of his right arm against your left, every bump of your hip against his. The dim streetlamps perfectly illuminated your figure, and he could not help but stare, entranced by your beauty. In all his time at sea, with all the women he had crossed paths with, none of them measured to you. None made him feel so weak with a simple smile.
An unusual pang of sadness struck him when you turn down the boardwalk, now in a residential area of your small seaside town, his heart growing heavier as you approach your quaint cottage. For some odd reason, he was dreading this goodbye, dreading to already part with the beautiful stranger he happened to stumble upon in the bar that night.
So he could have not been quicker to blurt out a “yes!” when you invited him in for one more drink.
And one drink turned to two, three, four, any hint of reservation dissipating as the alcohol coursed through your veins and warmed your body. You’re overcome by a new-found boldness, and perhaps that is how you end up straddling the captain, arms lazily slung around his shoulders, fingers curling into crimson hair, lips meshing in sloppy, wet kisses, hips dragging across his.
His toned hand paws at your hip, bunching up the fabrics of your skirts so that your panty-clad cunt can grind against the bulge of his cotton trousers. Deep groans spill from his mouth into yours, tongues prodding at one-another in an intimate wrestle.
A hand awkwardly tugs at the laces of your corset; a string of saliva droops from your lips as you pull away from him, making quick work to undo the garment, moaning at the relief, and carelessly tossing it across the small living area. He follows suit, unsnapping the buttons of his white shirt so it can slip off his shoulders, his black cloak having long since been discarded. Your eyes flicker to the stump of his left arm, a small gasp escaping, absentmindedly reaching to run your fingers over the scarred skin.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it sweetheart,” he mumbles between sloppy kisses to your neck, “is just an arm, m’dick still works perfectly well.”
His lips meet yours again, a twinge of yearning persisting with each wet smack. Your hands trace up and down his bare chest, committing to memory the dips and curves of his impressive abs. He tugs at your thin chemise, pulling it over your head, exposing your pretty tits.
A giggle escapes you as his eyes widen at the sight of your breasts but is stifled by a moan when he takes one nipple in his mouth, expertly circling and flicking at your sensitive bud with his soft tongue, spurring you to grind your wet panties harder onto his groin, undoubtedly leaving a damp spot of his trousers.
Your face down, tits squished into your plush bedding and ass in the air as he ferociously pounds into your weeping cunt. His fat balls smack against your swollen clit with each thrust, obscene squelches echoing off the walls.
Your moans muffle into the pillows, his penetrating the air, shameless groans of oh baby… ohhh fuck… s-so fu-uckin’ good…
A loud smack and a piercing sting of your ass cheek sends shockwaves straight to your core, causing your pussy to clench and spasm around his cock. But it is followed by a soothing rub, kneading your round cheek like dough, and spreading it wide to see your pretty puckered hole.
“Eeeek!” You screech, instinctively pulling away when you feel a fat glob of spit land right on your hole; and he chuckles, thumb circling his saliva around, his brutal thrusts never relenting.
“Easy love, relax f’me…” A few gentle prods and he slips his thick thumb in, easing down the knuckle, massaging your walls; your seeing stars and your trembling thighs about give out beneath you, hips bucking in an uncontrollable convulsion.
“Shit baby… don’t run from me,” he groans, popping his thumb out of your tight asshole and pulling your hips still, the mushroom tip of his cock bullying your cervix. You can feel it coming, toes curling, cunt clenching, eyes rolling as he drives you further up to the crest. And if the wavering of his once steady pace is any indication, he is nearing too.
Your crimson-haired lover falls atop you, sweaty chest molding into the curve of your back, arm reaching under and around your neck, large hand caressing your jaw to turn your head. Puffy lips find yours as his hips falter, fucking into you like a mindless wanton manwhore. His hand reaches down to your mound, ferociously rubbing your sensitive bud.
“Ohhh f-fuckk, right th-there!” You moan into his kisses, pushing your hips back into his, sinking his cock impossibly deeper.
“Yeah? That good darlin’? Mmm,” he pants into your ear with hot breath, dragging his tongue across your cheek and sucking on your sweet lips, “So fuckin’ perfect, fuckin’ obsessed with this pussy.”
The coil in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter with each thrust, each rub of his fingers to your clit, each kiss of his lips, before finally snapping, a screech of ecstasy tumbling from your lips. White-hot heat electrifies your body, fisting the sheets tightly as your eyes roll back and cunt spasms around his dick, sucking him in with violent pulses. You lose yourself as waves of euphoria wash across you, trembling wholly, sending your lover over the edge. His thick cum fills your needy pussy in fat spurts, haphazard thrusts plunging it deeper into your womb before mercifully slowing, slowing, stopping.
You lay there for a moment, finding your ground in reality while the man atop you grows heavier, less conscious of his weight bearing down on you. His hand gently strokes your belly, soft kisses pressing to your shoulder and neck while he too chases his breath.
Eventually, he pulls his softened cock from your achy cunt with a hiss, rolling off and plopping onto the bed next to you. You stretch your legs out behind you with a groan, fully relaxing onto your stomach. A soothing hand reaches over to rub your back, and you finally open your eyes to meet his, vision still slightly blurred. He greets you with a content smile, one you return when he leans over to kiss you once more, far more sensually than before.
“Alright, love?”
“Mm,” the only response you can elicit as you’re overcome by drowsiness, but it is enough for him. You curl into him, feeling a final press of his lips to your forehead before succumbing to sleep.
You are not surprised to wake up to an empty bed, although a part of you hoped he would have stayed. Another part hoped it was just a dream, that the strange yearning for the red-haired captain that your heart and body are overcome by is nothing more than a fabrication of your mind.
Until you see it, a small, torn piece of parchment on your nightstand:
I’ll be back someday.
-Shanks
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THATS SUPPOSED TO BE ME NOT HER AND SHANKS IS SMILING I KNOW HE SMASHED HER 😭😔
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