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goingmerryfics · 2 months

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Arguments w/ Shanks, Buggy, & Mihawk

Content: Gender Neutral reader, no NSFW. Maybe some slightly angsty stuff? Not really though.

Shanks

Arguing with him is either exhausting or it’s pointless, there’s never an in-between

Shanks doesn’t really take most arguments seriously because they’re either started by something extremely unimportant or he’s already made his decision and he’s not going to back down on his opinion

Pointless, because he’s not going to change his mind and he’s laughing at you while you’re trying to talk to him

“You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

Yup. Pointless. It’ll just make you more angry and him more entertained

The exhausting arguments are when he’s actually serious- and while he’s not mad at you, he’s mad that you can’t see his reasonings for doing what he’s doing

Especially when it comes to keeping you safe

Shanks won’t back down and it’s impossible to change his mind while he’s this pissed off, so it’s always best to just separate and come back later to talk it out when you’re both calm

While you do what you need to do in order to relax, Shanks festers in his anger and reflects on the things that were said between the two of you. His crewmates try to cheer him up- they offer him booze, they crack jokes, but he’s not in the mood for either and everyone is concerned

Truthfully, he’s worried. While he’s still not willing to change his mind, he doesn’t want to lose the relationship you two have worked so hard to build and maintain

He gets up out of his seat 3 times to pace around, mind racing back and forth on if he should go talk to you, and then convincing himself that it’s best to wait for you to emerge first so he knows you’re ready to talk

But he grows tired of waiting, and does actually end up coming to your shared room to resolve the issue

You’re still steaming just a bit. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you don’t look up when he enters. You know it’s him, because a few others on his crew have already come to check on you, and you’d asked them politely to leave you be. But you don’t protest when he comes to sit beside you

He doesn’t touch you

It’s painfully silent for a while

Then he finally speaks up and breaks the tension

“I’m sorry. That got a little more heated than I wanted it to.”

You peek up at him just a bit. He notices how red your face is, and a strike of fear shoots through him at the thought of possibly having made you cry and then left you on your own for hours

He stretches out his hand, offering it to you to hold, and you shift in your position to take it

He goes into a rant on how much you mean to him and how he’s only doing what he has to do to keep you and the rest of the crew safe

“Because I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

You do

You also know that no matter how many times you two get upset with each other, you’ll always find your way back into his arms

Buggy

Arguing with him would come often, but the content of the arguments is what matters here

Only for the reason that Buggy is adamant about being correct in every situation, even when he is not and knows it

Everyone knows it’s best to just simply let him believe his delusions and let the natural consequences come through

But this guy seriously has weirdly good luck, and somehow all his delusions seem to come true for him in one way or another

Half of the time it’s just funny watching him be completely wrong about a subject, other times it’s a little infuriating

Arguments don’t last long between the two of you, though

Buggy craves attention, and attention from his favorite person is a must. It’s basically a necessity of life

Food, water, shelter, you. Not in that order, though

He realizes too late through his incessant rambling and gloating that he’s said something that hurt your feelings and immediately starts to backpedal

“Wait, wait, wait! That’s not what I meant! What I meant to say was-”

He’s red in the face, almost so much so as his nose

He hates to admit it, but you look really good glaring down at him like that as he tries to save his own skin

He clams up, sweating. Unsure of himself. Not sure what he was even saying a second ago

As much as you need time alone to chill out, he can’t seem to leave you be. It’s scary for him, seeing your usually smiling face so serious

He takes a seat outside of your room, and then breaks into pieces no, literally while he waits for you to emerge again

It takes you a few hours, but he’s there the whole time. His feet are pacing around, his head is whining, cheek on the floor. His hands are tapping and picking at the dirt in the wood, but every part of him lights up when he sees you again

“Aha! I see you finally caved. Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?”

You pause, and then move to go back inside before he yelps and his hands grab at your ankles. His parts come back together again, using the rest of his body to hold you in place

“Wait! I’m sorry! Please don’t go back!”

He shouts it all in a rush. He’s crying, and there’s snot running down his nose

He looks like a damn mess

It kind of makes you laugh at how desperate he is for you

he pouts up at you and you cave

He basically crawls up your body to hug you. You hug him back, petting his hair and waiting for him to relax, sitting right there in the doorway of your room. People pause as they pass, but a sharp look from you stops them from staying for very long

Mihawk

If Mihawk is actually worked up enough to argue with you, there’s a good reason for it

Usually he makes his point and that’s that. No other words exchanged, nothing more than a slight glance towards you

Mihawk is an introvert, and he gets exhausted from others very easily. He’s not trying to be rude or dismissive towards you when he does this, but that is how it comes off sometimes

He’ll turn his attention back to his book because after he’s said what he wanted to, he figures everything is fine. He understands his logic, why wouldn’t you?

But you, like a lot of people that aren’t Mihawk, are more emotional than he is

Your silence isn’t acceptance, it’s hurt

Only when you get up to leave the room does the thought cross his mind that maybe what he’d said didn’t come off correctly, and you might have just been insulted. But he figures you would come tell him if that were the case, so all is well and he returns to his book

This could go forever, really. Until he notices that you’re giving him the cold shoulder, and then he would stop whatever he was doing- even if he were in another room at the time of realization -and find you to clear things up right away

“Darling, we need to talk right away.”

Straight to the point. He doesn’t really ask you if you want to talk, because he knows if he doesn’t at least make an attempt at this it will haunt him like Perona’s ghosts all night

The thing about Mihawk that not many people know is that he’s got this cool, collected, silent aura about him because he simply does not have the energy to play nice with everyone

So when he’s just arrived home from a Warlord meeting, or somewhere that he was obligated to be present for, all he wants is time to himself to recharge

Having a relationship and balancing this need was something he was still learning

But he loves you so much and the thought of upsetting you over a misunderstanding gnawed at him and gave him massive amounts of anxiety and uncomfortability

He’s not this untouchable guy that everyone thinks he is. You’ve seen this; he laughs and cries like everyone else does

And you understand him. He couldn’t ask for someone better than you are

If you’re willing to, he’ll take your hands and kiss your knuckles.

“I apologize for my behavior. I should have given my words a second thought before I spoke them out loud. What can I do to make this up to you?”

It’s an easy thing to answer- it’s all you wanted since he’d returned, why you kept invading his space before he was ready to emerge and what lead up to the situation in the first place

You tell him you want him. His attention, to be wrapped in his arms. You just want to spend time with him, even if that’s in silence

He can work with that

He presses a kiss to your forehead and makes you promise that you’ll tell him if he ever says or does anything to upset you again. He wants to communicate, not lose out on precious time with you over something small

He goes above and beyond, though. He makes up a very romantic candlelit dinner that night for the both of you to share and even if it’s a very quiet dinner, (minus the music playing softly in the background) it’s perfect

#one piece #harleywritesop #hwop #red haired shanks #one piece shanks #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #captain buggy #op buggy #buggy x reader #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #op mihawk #mihawk one piece #mihawk x reader

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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When You Hover Over Them (NSFW)

They want you to sit on their face.

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Sanji, Luffy, Zoro, Shanks

Sanji

Yeah no.

He has all the patience in the world for you, and that even includes when you hesitate, but today you wore this short ass skirt barely covering ANYTHING underneath and Sanji just couldn’t take it.

He NEEDED you to sit on his face with that skirt on

“Please…my love just sit. You won’t hurt me.”

You could hear the patience in his voice run thin and his hands pressing down on your hips tightly to just plop down but you still didn’t trust yourself.

So Sanji took it upon hisself and lifted his head to get you to fall down.

“JI!”

He sucked heavily on your clit, practically pulling it downwards to get you to finally relax. And once you did you could feel the vibrations of Sanji’s groans inside you

It was embarrassing how into it he was, moaning ur name, eyes opening to see your face in pleasure while both hands wrapping around ur thighs to keep you still

Zoro

He does not have the patience for you.

It’s a complete insult to him when you say you don’t want to hurt him.

HURT HIM? YOU HURT ZORO that’s hilarious ok.

However you did hurt his pride a little

“Sit the fuck down.”

Your pussy was just right over his lips, all you had to do was plop the hell down but instead you tried getting off

Zoro really hates to manhandle you too much because he knows his own strength but he was tired tired of your bullshit so he forces you down by the hips

“ZORO STOP IT!”

You could see him roll his eyes before planting a hard swat to your butt to calm down, once you did he hummed kissing your inner thigh

“I can hold my breath really long don’t worry about me.”

Luffy

Dont do that.

Luffy is about that action so you don’t even get to hover he is automatically pulling you down.

“What?! You said you wanted to sit on my face right?”

Luffy actually gets immediately pussy drunk from your senses. You’re so warm and wet his tongue begins to stretch and glide inside you making you press yourself down further

You still try to push yourself up to hold on to the headboard but once he notices he gets irritated and flips your on your back

Now you’re dangling from the bed and there is no escape because if he wants something he is going to get it

There is no hovering or hesitation when it comes to Luffy

Shanks

Crying.

Begging even.

You’re sitting on his stomach butt naked now that you started to hover but backed down and he is trying so hard to get you to try again

“PleasePLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLE—“

“NO SHANKS!”

“Since when did you stop loving me…”

You explain that you don’t want to hurt him, but he doesn’t want to hear it.

“HURT WHO?! IF I DIE I DIE—“

“I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE—“

“I WILL IF YOU DON’T SIT!”

You: 😟

He actually looks kinda cute begging so you had a plan to get him to beg a little more

However your thoughts were diminished when he stuck his fingers inside you.

“Look at me.”

His voice was dark now, almost as if he knew what you were thinking. He didn’t stop the constant pace of fingering you as he slowly pushed you upwards towards his face

“Just relax and let me do all the work.”

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writingoddess1125 · 8 months

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You Remind Me

Shanks and Vivican OOC and Luffy

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Also obviously not Canon but fun to think about!

No Warnings

Shanks stood in the hallway as he leaned next to Vivian's bedroom- it had been only a week since she had moved in with him on the ship. She had been polite but very quiet, meeting all of the crew however she had spent most of the time in her bedroom hiding. At night Shanks knew she was crying- he left like a worthless father truly... taking a breath he worked up some courage.

"Hey Vivian?..." He said softly and knocked on the door gently, waiting for a second before opening the door and looking inside. Seeing Vivian sitting on the bed reading through one of her mother's book clearly in a daze it seemed. His movement snapping her from her thoughts as she gaze a light lipped smile at him.

"Hey Vi- Uh we are heading to shore soon to meet up with someone I'd really like you to meet" He asked, She nodded softly at this and set the book aside. Shanks sighed at this and walked over taking a seat next to her on the bed, shifting a bit as he turned to look at hia daughter.

"I know this has been tough for you Vivian and I'm sorry... I-I want to make this a gold envirment for you but I understand if you want to be alone for a while.. but just know I'm here for you whenever you need it" He said softly, watching how Vivians eyes began to water as he said this, she nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her as she leaned into him and silently cried.

"I'm sorry my dear..." He whispered, knowing that there were no words to bring you back to them but he would make sure your legacy lived on happily.

A few hours later the crew landed on the small island and started to dispurse to either the pub or getting supplies for the Ship. Vi being quiet the whole time as she followed Shanks out to the markets so she could pick things she liked and he giving her some Berries to spend for herself.

Walking off to a food cart she decided to get some meat on the done for herself and smiled as the vendor handed her the large treat.

"Good choice that's my favorite!" A cheerful voice sounded next to her, looking up to see a lengthy teen holding 3 in his own hands. She giggled since he looked so odd to her paired with the Strawhat on his dark locs.

"It's my favorite too, But I couldn't eat three of them" She said with a cheerful smile as she pointed to the ones in his hand. He laughed at this clearly amused by her words- However he paused and cooked his head to the side.

The teen squinted at her in confusion stared at Vivian, kneeling down and squinting his eyes as he stared at the little girl- Who looked at him in confusion and a bit intimidated by the stranger now way too close and stating at her funny.

"You remind me of someone-" He hummed squinting his gaze further. Tapping his chin as he stared hard at Vivian who was looking at the weird teen in question.

Shanks turned the corner trying to see where his daughter had wondered off to- Before he smiled brightly at the sight before him.

"Do my eye deceive me! Luffy!" Shanks laughed as he pushed the hat onto the teens head further with a laugh, Luffy looking up at Shanks with a wide smile.

"Shanks!" He yelled out with a laugh, Hugging his mentor who stumbled back and patted his back calmly.

"Luffy! Look at you" He said with a proud laugh as Luffy pulled back with a happy grin, Vivian staring at the duo with a raised eyebrow.

"This here is my daughter Luffy. Vivian this is Luffy! He's essentyally like your older brother" He said with a wide smile proudly showing off Vivian who shyly smiled and waved at Luffy.

"It's nice to meet ya Vivian!!" He said cheerfully ruffling her red locs which made her giggle.

"You know you're set up to see such amazing adventures Vivian with one of the best crews out there! Just wait- Shanks has had crazy adventures hell I've fought Fishpeople in a amusement park, Saved villages, Beat marine bases and met with pirates that are things of legend. Youre adventures are just starting" Luffy said with a grin, clearly good with kids and making them smile.

"Wait you really did that?" She said amazed, smiling as Luffy who nodded.

"Of course! I'm going to be King of the Pirates!" He said cheerfully which made her eyes widen at that. Shanks chuckled at this and placed a hand on Vi's head gently.

"Pretty amazing right?" He said with a chuckle as she nodded enthusiastically, Shanks noticing how much more cheerful she was while talking to Luffy.

After some talk between them all and Luffy updating Shanks proudly on his life the Older pirate felt the need for a beer starting to peek. Patting Luffy on the shoulder proudly.

"Im proud of the man youve grown into Luffy, We will need to depart and we are going to go to the market to finish getting supplies" Shanks said calmly, Vivian pulling on his sleeve nervously.

"Uh Dad? Can I hang out with Luffy today? I wanna hear more about his adventures!" She said cheerfully with a new sparkle in her eye.

Shanks had seen that sparkle before- That wash of inspiration that had bloomed in his eyes, in Luffy's eyes and now his Daughters.

Truthfully he didn't know if he should be proud or really frightened at how interested she was in being a pirate now.

"Well alright I suppose, Just remember we are heading out tommorow morning Vi" He said with a smile, She nodded excitedly at this and went with Luffy who had already started to talk her ear off and the two ran off. Shanks standing there with a small smile on his face, and a but of worry to his heart.

Vivian spent the whole day talking with Luffy's crew, Meeting every single one of them and exploring the ship. A bright smile on her lips that reminded him of you, the way she giggled and her growing excitement at every turn.

Luffy took on a older brother roll, even picking her up and running around with her like the ADHD kid he was as- entrusting her to even wear his straw hat which she wore with pride and care as they roamed around all day.

After Sanji had cooked a large seafood pasta dish for the crew and guest she ended up falling asleep soundly. Luffy carrying Vivian out back to Shanks ship who was holding his crew getting the last of the supplies they would need. Chuckling at the sight of Luffy carrying his daughter wearing his old hat.

"Looks like quite the adventure" Shanks said amused, Luffy giggling as he carefully took his hat off Vivian who didn't even stir from her sleep and transferring her to Shanks.

"Yeah, We had a lot of fun today! Honestly she is a natural. Took up to navigation with Nami and all of that" Luffy said with a laugh clearly prideful in having spent the day with Vivian. Shanks smiled at this as he told Luffy to hang back while he put Vivian to bed.

When Shanks returned from tucking Vivian in bed he went back to meet Luffy, seeing the young man leaned against the railings staring out fondly.

"Shes going to be great, I can already see it" Luffy said with a chuckle, messing with the ties of the hat calmly as he thought fondly- Shanks chuckling at this and nodded in agreement.

"I can see it, you really inspired her Luffy and brought her some happiness" He praised, earning a big goofy smile from him.

"You know when I become Pirate King, I did swear to return the hat to you. But who knows! Maybe it will go to the next red head" Luffy said with a joking laugh, Shanks rolling his eyes as he shoved the hat further down on the lads head making him laugh again.

"Maybe it will, Maybe it will.."

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #one piece shanks #shanks one piece #red haired shanks #shanks #monkey d. luffy x reader #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #monkey d. luffy

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medium-rare-bimbo · 10 months

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Piss kink with Eddie

♡Masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

May contain Dubcon, you're both high+ drunk,piss obviously

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡ you both were high as a kite and as drunk as sailors, both of you sitting in the bath on Eddie's lap enjoying the coolness of the tub dressed In nothing but a shirt and panties where eddie wore nothing but pyjama pants, both of you giggling as the other spoke

"Eddie d-do you think dogs and cats are smarter than me?"

"No unless it could speak Spanish"

"Yeah but why can they know what I'm saying like 'sit' 'stay' 'food' and stuff but I cant understand 'meow meow' and 'woof woof'?"

"Good point.. maybe- maybe they are smarter than us what if a dog becomes a scientist one day"

♡ You giggled at him thinking about a puppy in a lab coat, your giggling turned into a fit and you were bent over almost crying at the thought. You wiggled in his lap as you felt you bladder, quickly you pushed on his chest trying to get to the toilet without falling flat on your face from laughing

"Where are you going?"

"Need t'pee- I'm gonna pee- eddieee"

♡ he wrapped his arms around you trapping you against his chest as you giggled trying to escape

"Eddiee le'me go, I'mma pee all over you"

"W-we're in the bath it's okay, we can wash ourselves and our clothes"

"But eddieee 'is dirtyyy gonna get all messy"

"But I dont want you to leave mee"

♡ you laughed at his comment peppering his face with kisses as you brushed his hair away from his face, you sat up in his lap patting his chest as you got comfortable. Soon you began to release your fluids on to his lap, you moaned as you felt your bladder empty and eddie groaned as he felt you piss soak through his pyjama pants and directly on his cock.

♡ his eyes glued to the growing wet patch on your panties, the rise of his pants caught his attention however and he rolled his head back as he felt the warmth on his now growing hard on.

♡ once you were done you let out a few pathetic dribbles, watching the droplets roll down you thighs, laying you head back on Eddie's chest you snuggled into him.

"Can I pee in you?"

"Pee IN me? Like inside of me?"

"Y-yeah- I-its okay if you so no"

♡ you shuffled you body to face him directly before reaching down to his now soaked pants and pulling out his now extremely hard cock, before pulling you panties (which were stuck to your skin) to the side and positioned yourself above him

"Wait I thought guys cant pee when they're hard"

"We should test it and see if I can piss when im hard"

♡ nodding your head your shank down on him, not bouncing or rocking your hips, simply sitting on his cock. Eddie moved around trying to get comfortable so he could piss.

♡ after some repositioning you felt the warm gush of his piss hitting your insides causing you to gasp at the sensation and warmth, you clenched around him making him groan and hold your hips to ground himself

♡ as you felt the liquid stop you stayed there enjoying the feeling of being full, you leaned forward after awhile and felt him fall out of you with a 'POP', his piss gushed out of you and back on his cock which made you bith whimper.

♡ you both looked at each other, covered in eachothers piss, and started laughing

"That was so gross"

"It was for science we- we found out guys can pee with a hard on, w-we're just like the science dog"

♡ you burst into giggles again as the picture re-entered your fuzzy head, he leaned over you and turned on the shower causing both of you to squeal and scream as the cold water came crashing down on you soon quieting down as the water heated up.

♡ when you both woke up the next morning (all clean and fresh) you joked about how gross eddie had made you

♡ however that wouldnt be the last time you both experimented with pee

♡ he had fingered you for what felt like forever 'opening you up' he said but you didnt believe him, you had never needed this much prep before and your poor little clit was getting all sore and puffy from his abuse you squirted on his fingers and that still hadnt seemed to be enough. During your 3rd orgasm he had let you take a break only so he knew your bladder would fill, he filled you with his cock before you could recover fully, as he pounded into you he pressed on your stomach

"E-Eddie wait stop- I'm gonna pee- I need to pee eddie please"

"Piss on me baby c'mon i dont mind, you've done it before"

♡ feeling your pussy constrict around him as your hot piss soaked his cock and bed was almost like heaven and never in his life had he came so fast and hard, his hips slamming into yours as you scratched his back desperately trying to receive some sympathy on your battered pussy

♡ he would take so much interest in watching you pee regularly, he enjoyed seeing the piss splutter out of you.

♡ he also enjoyed making you drink more than you could handle and pressing down on your bladder as you try ever so hard to hold it in.

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #tw: piss kink

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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When op characters throw their backs out

a/n - I watched househusband today 👍

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, shanks is a manbaby

- you thought an emperor of the sea could throw his back out??? Ridiculous!!

- … *crack* “OW DAMMIT-“

- literally on the floor struggling not to start bawling

- WHY WAS IT SO PAINFUL?!

- this was more painful than losing his arm 💀

- starts calling your name with that slight break in his voice at the end 😭

- he requires cuddles and absolute pampering right now

- will start crying like a baby 😐

- “Baby it hurts so bad- I want you to know that I love you so much.”

- “Shanks baby you’re not dying, you just hurt your back a bit.”

- *gasp*

- “I’M ONLY 40!”

- has an existential crisis about how he’s so old 💀

- “You were there when joyboy was born lmfao.” -yasopp

- “Yasopp now he’s sad again!” -you

- You start hugging him in your lap, running your fingers through his hair while trying to soothe his pain

- he loved seeing you take care of him so much that he literally got hurt more often??

- “Y/n I scraped my knee!”

- “Hehe I broke my leg-!”

- “I lost my other arm can you give me hugs and kisses?”

- so dramatic 🙄

- with that shrimp posture of his it’s no wonder he threw his back out

- have you seen the way this man walks during pre timeskip? 🦐🦐🦐🦐

- he stood up one day, already feeling uncomfortable tension in his lower back that day

- straightening his back pushed it, *crack*

- the way his eyes widened and he immediately just collapsed into the chair, struggling to support himself

- he’s usually very good with pain and has a super high tolerance, but why tf did this hurt so bad?!

- he knew he threw his back out- he specifically took steps to avoid this (minus fixing his posture)

- you walk in to see your poor lover struggling for his life

- he’s pretty much out of commission for the rest of the day.. So you mostly do everything for him (he’s not happy about this btw)

- “y/n, no you don’t have to hug me- I’m fine-!”

- “shut up and let me hug you.”

- “….fine.”

- “OW DONT SQUEEZE THAT HARD-!”

- lmao this poor guy

- he hates how you’re babying him all day, feels like he’s useless

- “Well I mean- you are.. But only for today!” -you

- “was that supposed to help me?”

- just cuddle him, he’ll start to calm down after a while lol 💀

- he’s like a pufferfish, he’ll deflate eventually 👍

- lifting 4099 lbs on a normal ass typical day 💀

- And then when he raised it over his head, he felt something snap in his back

- he grunted, falling backwards, the massive weight falling on top of his chest, trapping him underneath it

- literally choking on the weight while his back throbs 😭

- you’re struggling to kick 4099 pounds off this idiot

- “Y/n- *cough* it’s not that heavy!”

- “SHUSH.”

- Luffy had to come in and help you guys. He took about a minute or two to laugh first though

- “BAHAHAHAHA IT’S LIKE WHEN YOU GOT STUCK IN THE CHIMNEY!”

- *flashbacks*

- he’s literally running out of air pls 💀

- when he finally got out, he tried to stand up to get back to training, ignoring your protests

- “I’m fine! Just leave me be-“ *dies*

- literally on the floor in agony

- chopper comes over and gives him some patches while you let him rest his head in your lap

- ok he’s not happy about his back hurting.. but- if it means he gets to rest his head on your thighs? He’d hurt his back again if needed

- the soft flesh that cushioned his head was absolutely perfect, so much so that he wrapped his bulky arms around your torso as if telling you not to leave

- you both stayed there for the rest of the day while Zoro took the best nap of his life in your lap 💜

a/n - help I threw my back out once and I’m not even in my twenties yet 🫠

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aikatoru · 5 months

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Summer Lovin’

Shanks x AFAB reader smut

Warnings: Dry humping, age difference, reader is aged up, foreplay, teasing, kissing, touching, flirting.

Word Count: 685 words

Summary:

You always did have a crush on your dad’s best friend. Shanks was always coming over, you’ve seen him plenty of times around the house. What happens when your parents leaves the two of you alone in the house? Will your plans to seduce him work?

(This is a repost from my old account @/fuyuaika)

Dividers by @/benkeibear

I love seeing you in sundresses,” Shanks said smiling at you.

It was meant to be an innocent compliment, he was your father’s best friend, he was like an Uncle to you.

So how did you end up on top of him grinding your soaked pussy onto the growing tent in his pants? Well, you always did have a crush on the older gentleman.

And when you came down in your little sundress, purposefully bending down to tie your shoelaces so that your dress would ride up in front of him showing him your lack of panties and exposing your bare cunt to his eyes, how was a man supposed to resist?

Especially to a good little girl who’s so willing to spread her legs for him.

Taking long strides, he picked you up easily and brought you to your room, throwing you on the bed and making sure to lock the door behind him. He climbed on top of you and wasted no time in ravaging you. His lips met yours in a frenzy, tongue sliding across your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you gladly granted, hungry for more of his taste.

Large, callous hands travelled up and down your curves, pulling down the straps of your dress to expose your laced bra.

He broke the kiss to look down at your chest, “Damn baby, so pretty…but I think you’ll look prettier without the bra.”

Expert fingers went round your back to unclasp your bra and pull them off, exposing your heaving breasts to his hungry eyes.

You mewled when he grabbed your breasts in his hands, molding them and pulling on the nipples, “Fuck, how’d they get so big? Have you been playing with them baby?”

You nodded your head and he smirked, “Naughty girl, has any guy done this before besides me?”

You shook you head, “No, Uncle Shanks, you’re my first.”

He groaned at the way you answered him oh so innocently, “Got me all hard in my pants baby, mind sitting on it?”

You nodded your head and he flips you over so you’d be on top straddling him.

You bit your lip as you started grinding, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he watched you move on top of him, your juices staining his pants but he didn’t mind, not when he could see you enjoy yourself like this.

Eventually your pace starts to falter as you get overcome with exhaustion but you continued grinding unevenly desperate to get him off, he chuckled at your attempts and he stills your hips with his hands.

“It’s ok baby, let me,” He said before thrusting up into you, making you gasped as you grab onto him tightly. The material of his pants stimulating your pussy with every thrust.

As if that wasn’t enough, his fingers found their way to your clit and started rubbing furiously, causing you to moan and squirm.

“Uncle Shanks too much!” You cried out, finger nails clawing onto his back.

“Shhh…baby, call me daddy.”

“Daddy! Too much! Need to go! Am gonna pee!” You say struggling in his hold, trying to get off him but he kept you in place with his strong arms.

“It’s ok baby, just let it all out,” he said as you cry out with your orgasm, letting out more juices and wetting his pants.

You breathed hard as you came down from your high, slumping against his hard chest as he pats your hair and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how good you were, how he was so proud of you.

After you’ve calmed down he patted your thigh gently asking you to climb off him, but you didn’t budge.

“Come on now baby, time to get off.”

“No,” you replied looking down.

“Why not sweetheart?” He asked patiently,

You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, “Cause daddy’s still hard.”

And he gasped when you slid your hand down his pants to palm his cock.

He sighs, an amused smile making its way to his lips, “Naughty girl.”

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gatitties · 5 months

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HELLO

Can I request an Oneshot of One Piece with a marine teen reader (14 y.o) who is the daughter of Red Hair Shanks after a one-night stand? She was taken in by Garp when she was 11 when her mom didn't wanna take care of her anymore cuz the mom was absent the rest of the reader's life and Garp was the grumpy granddad and trained her into a marine..like 6 feet 4 muscular girl (and everyone is questioning what the hell did Garp feed her with. Then Shanks comes to visit his bio daughter at the hospital after the reader saved Ace from being killed by Akaniu (that one scene where Ace saved Luffy when he leaped in the way to shield his brother from Akainu as the admiral struck cuz she felt bad and went against rules) by pushing both of them away and burning her a bit and now she has huge burn scar in her left side of the body and half her hair is gone and has to add margarine to heal her scar just for a bit and then Garp ordered her that she should not get up the bed until she is fully recovered. Shanks being the dad he is tries to have a convo and help her stand up when the doctors order her to do some exercise to get her body moving again for example:

-move your fingers a bit

-try to stand up

-when you suicide try to take a few steps

-and more margarine when you go to sleep

-do not sleep on your left side cuz will cause your skin a damage

The reader is confused after receiving affection from her own dad, cuz she doesn't know how to receive it back and is very insecure about it Shanks on the other hand doesn't bother at all and comfronts her.

(Also Ace and Luffy come to visit her more often and thank her for saving them and having a small sibling relationship alongside Sabo and Uta)

and the reader is trying her hardest not to cry and Garp is jealous

(sorry if this is long I'm just trying to make it understandable..have a nice day/night!!)

─ Shanks x daughter!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: Your bravery helps you save a person unfairly judged, this whole incident generates a drastic change in your pace of life where it seems that your father is ready to show himself.

─ Warnings: None

You stretched your sore body, letting out a soft moan due to your recent injury, weeks had passed and you still had a hard time moving, but looking back, the pain wasn't that much in comparison to your actions, not being ashamed of your actions against everythingn that you had learned at the marine academy, you were lucky that they considered your actions something of age, since you were young, they let it go with a couple of punishments, they lowered your rank and prohibited you from being on duty for the two following years, but you didn't care much.

Garp was not so happy with that decision, but he couldn't scold you when you had saved his grandson from certain death, he was glad to have welcomed you that day, he couldn't feel anything but proud to see that despite having been strictly instructed to follow established order and law, you had your own thoughts and values.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

If it weren't for the fact that you were hurt badly, Garp probably would have hit you for finding you pacing around the room, you grimaced as you tried to smile, a little afraid of his overwhelming concern.

"The doctors told me that I couldn't stop walking, even if it was difficult, I can't stop moving while I recover, it's not like I was running a marathon tho."

He mumbled a few curses, making you return to the bed, now beginning your arm stretches, which were more painful due to the burn being on the upper part of your body.

"Why are you here? I thought you would come to visit tomorrow."

"Yes, but I have decided to go ahead to give you a surprise" all your attention went to the word 'surprise' with enthusiasm, being the teenager that you were, of course you were more than captivated by whatever the old man had for you "Ta-dah!"

He took a pair of wigs out of a bag, your expression fell slightly since you expected something else, but that didn't take away your enthusiasm, the attack that Akainu made on Ace in that battle left more wounds than you thought, and the fire spread faster than you thought, you lost some hair and sometimes you felt helpless without hair covering some parts of your face.

"Thank you… you didn't have to do it, and I could have waited until tomorrow anyway, why the rush?"

Now it was Garp's turn to sweat as he looked at you, he didn't want to admit it, but since Shanks saved you in battle and visited you more constantly, he felt a little jealous, although your father was unaware of your existence until relatively recently, proposing to take care of you and be present in your life from now on, it was Garp who raised and guided you all these years, plus he preferred not to meet Shanks at this time.

You were just confused, you always thought that your father had simply abandoned you, that he didn't want to know anything about your existence like your mother, and suddenly he is by your side showering you with affection and gifts. You took cautious steps with all that sudden affection, Garp wasn't a bad tutor, but his way of showing love was sometimes… brutal, your father's soft hugs were definitely something better than grandfather's crushing ones.

"Hey hey, grandpa is here too, Hello, Hello! We brought a lot of food to help you recover faster."

"Idiot, people don't have the same metabolism as you, besides…" Ace, who was entering through the door with Luffy, took the banana that was for you out of his hand, he was trying to devour it "What's the point of bringing food for someone if you are going to eat it?!"

"What are you two doing here? You are in one of the marine hospitals."

"We are not just two, look good old man!"

Sabo smiled at his grandfather, who remained silent for a few minutes, before bursting out with a furious scream, even though Garp was not going to tell on them, he couldn't help but give them one of his love fists, it had been a long time since he had seen the three gathered in the same place. You laughed at the scene, you never saw Ace, Luffy or Sabo, you only knew anecdotes that Garp shared with you, but you definitely didn't regret having saved Ace, being judged for being the son of the pirate king was absurd, it's not like he had chosen it, you felt even better when you found out that you were the daughter of the infamous yonko Shanks, since you would have probably been put on the gallows if you weren't part of the marines for the same reason as Ace.

The silent room soon filled with life once the trio entered, breaking into the peaceful time Garp wanted to spend with you, as if the commotion of his three grandchildren crammed into your bed while ranting about their adventures wasn't enough, the door opened suddenly, revealing the person who was missing to spill the old man's glass of patience.

"Looks like I'm a little late, sorry, I had to knock out some marines to get in."

The first thing he did was push the three idiots away from your bed, then he left the bouquet of flowers that he brought to decorate your sad room and finally he kissed your forehead as a greeting, not used to this gesture you simply looked down, squeezing your blanket that covered your legs.

"How are you feeling? Are you taking your medication? Have you put the cream on the burn? Have you done your daily stretches?"

You felt even more dizzy when he bombarded you with questions than when you were talking to the other three idiots even though they were much louder, you nodded silently, smiling slightly at him, he returned the gesture with a wider smile, although it was quickly wiped away when Luffy attacked him, climbing onto his back like a monkey while laughing almost causing them both to fall to the ground.

As much as you wanted to join their little fight, which Ace and Sabo joined in on, with your current state you would have to hold back just watching while Garp tried to silence them or he would have to kick them all out of here, if it could happen he would grow more gray hairs.

You felt warm watching everyone interact, in the short time you had spent with them, you managed to create a great bond, even with Uta, who couldn't be present most of the time but who you also considered part of the family.

Things calmed down a couple of hours later, leaving only the two adults and you in a pleasant silence after all the commotion those three had caused, it was time to leave, but before, Shanks approached you, holding your hand, making small circles with his thumb on your skin.

"I know this is a bit sudden and that maybe you don't trust me… but would you like to travel with me, discovering new horizons?"

Your eyes shone with excitement when you heard him, your heart warmed, you didn't dislike the job as a marine, but an opportunity like this… it would make you feel much freer than in headquarters, it would make you feel like you didn't need to worry about so many things at such a young age.

"Don't put stupid ideas in your daughter's head! She's a good marine and she's just a teenager, she'll go far when she's a woman!"

"Woah, calm down old man, she can choose for herself, besides, I'm not asking her to be a pirate, I have to start taking care of my responsibilities as a father and I won't be able to do it if she stays here."

"You know very well that she will sentence her destiny once they see her traveling with you, her entire future as a marine…"

Garp fumed from his ears, feeling how all the work and effort he had put into educating you and guiding you on the right path was crumbling before his eyes. Shanks only stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner, making a mark of irritation appear on Garp's forehead.

"Like I said, she chooses."

The two looked at you with different emotions reflected in their eyes, although they could already imagine what you were going to respond after seeing your look of determination and enthusiasm worthy of a child receiving Christmas gifts, without being able to hold back, you sealed a large part of your future with your decision, but you didn't care much if you were a pirate or a marine as long as you kept your beloved and unexpected family.

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short-honey-badger · 2 months

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Peppermint Tea 31 - All Blends 2

Holy crap is this chapter a doozy lol. It's quite a bit longer than my other chapters. Lotta stuff happens. So I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! None this time? Sad stuff happens ofc. We are introduced to someone new.

P.s. I was going to use some random son for Big Mom but like. I did a Lil research and I can't help but like Katakuri. 😬 again. I apologize if Big Mom and Kata seem a bit off. I'm trying to keep myself spoiler free for the anime.

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Benn runs through the courtyards of Mihawk's castle, dodging swipes from the Humandrals until he hears the sound of striking steel. He turns that way, picking up speed as he goes until he arrives at a small clearing in the dirt. Shanks and Mihawk are both grinning, a joy so easy to see that Benn thinks he may go blind. Usually, he'd stay and watch, but he can still hear your terrified voice pleading for help.

He slides to a stop, and the two men sparing turn and look at him, brows raised.

“Benn? What's going on?” Shanks asks his first mate. Benn wouldn't come get him unless it was important.

“It's, _ Shanks. They found her.”

The temperature of the surrounding area plummets, and all ambient noise disappears. Neither man can believe what they are hearing. They'd both been so sure that no one would be able to find your tiny island tucked away in Paradise, so close to the Calm Belt that most ships would be torn apart by sea kings. How could this have happened?

“What did you say?” Mihawk hisses and his grip on Yoru tightens to the point of pain, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. He ignores the feeling of hot liquid dripping down his hand.

Shanks isn't faring much better. He looks ashen, pale faced and nervous. He and Benn share a look, one that Mihawk easily catches.

“_ called the transponder snail. She said that the Big Mom pirates had made landfall,” Benn frowns, one hand running through his graying hair.

“She sounded terrified.”

Mihawk is moving before his mind fully registers what's going on. He speeds through the castle, grabbing his coat and bag he'd packed the other day in case you called them. His haki is lashing, sending furniture falling and making the old stone walls of the castle crack and fracture. The ringing of his snail grabs his attention, and Hawkeye grabs it before loping out of the castle and to the bay.

Shanks is right behind him, Benn keeping up with his captain. It is with a silent, shared look with his lover that Mihawk reluctantly steps aboard the Red Force. He isn't fond of being on another's ship, especially one as big as this one, but like hell, would he let the younger man out of his sight.

While Shanks is barking orders, Mihawk takes the time to answer the still ringing snail that he clutches too tightly.

Ca-lick

“Mihawk! Finally! I've been calling forever!”

Perona’s shrill voice is a little comfort, but fear still clutches Dracule by the heart. She is rattling on before he can get a word in.

“You've got to get back to _’s island. She thinks it might be Big Mom and her crew!”

Mihawk feels a vein pop in his brow with his hard he scowls down at the snail.

“I know! Where are you? How quickly can you go back?”

“I'm three days out! So, two and a half if the sea doesn't hate me. What if she's already gone? What if…what if it's worse?”

Mihawk can hear the thickness in Perona’s voice and knows that the ghost girl is probably crying now, having worked herself up in a tizzy. He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Perona. I need you to calm down, girl. Listen to me when I say that _ will be fine. We can handle anything that's happened, but I need you to do something for me, okay?”

He hears the pinkette sniff over the transponder, but she sounds like she's gotten a hold of herself.

“Okay. What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to go back to her island. Find out if she's still there, but be safe. If you see her jolly roger, then you sail right to us. You've got your log pose, right?”

Perona sniffs again and nods even though her father-figure can't see it, “Yeah.”

“Good. If the island is clear, then investigate carefully.” He stresses the word, “Call me back as soon as you can, got it?”

“Yes, Mihawk. Will she really be okay?”

His heart breaks at the fear that he can hear swimming in his charge’s voice. He licks his lips. He is terrified in all honesty, but he keeps it together for her sake.

“She will be. Be safe, Perona.”

The ghost girl assures the older man that she will be careful and the transmission ends after that. Mihawk pockets the snail and looks around the ship to try and find Shanks.

The redhead is at the helm, still barking orders at his crew. Dracule picks his way past the pirates until he arrives at his lover's side. Shanks glances at him and then looks away, his haki curling tight around himself as if he was trying to hide away from the other man. Mihawk can't help but feel a little hurt.

Shanks is panicking. How could he tell Mihawk that all of this was his fault? That it had been him That had slipped up, his lips loose with drink and his heart heavy with wistful thoughts of his treasure that night so long ago.

The hawk hadn't trusted him with this from the beginning, and it killed him to admit that Mihawk had been right about Shanks after all? All the trust and affection that his lover had given him would go up in flames so quickly that Shanks wouldn't even be given a chance to mourn it. The redhead had little doubt that Mihawk would spirit you away from him as soon as he was able once he found out about his mistake.

The captain keeps himself busy for as long as he is able, but Mihawk is nothing if not patient, and he stays by his side until there are no more orders to be said. Before he can make a getaway, his hawk grabs him by the arm and practically drags him across the deck and into the Captain quarters. Shanks could have wrestled away, but then Mihawk would have been even more suspicious of him.

Shanks is shoved in a chair, and his lover putters around the room, pouring them both a drink before settling down in the seat across from Shanks. He sips delicately, but Shanks' nerves have him knocking back the glass of rum like it's a shot of whiskey. He jumps when Dracule speaks up.

“Perona is three days out from _’s island. She'll call me with news as soon as she gets there and if the island is clear or not.”

Shanks forces himself to nod. He licks his lips and scrubs his hand through his hair, “Good. That's good.”

Mihawk raises a brow at the other man's attitude. The man was acting more like a scared rabbit than the powerful Emperor that Dracule knows him to be. He sets his glass away and stands, crossing the short distance to stand between the redhead’s legs, and sets his hands on those tense shoulders. Mihawk guides him forward to rest his head against his bare chest, and his hands snake up to thread into red hair.

“How are we going to find her, Mihawk?”

The Emperor’s voice sounds shot, broken and beaten, and it breaks his heart listening to it. His grip tightens in Shanks’ hair, and Mihawk sighs softly.

“I don't know. But we'll search every island in Big Mom’s territory if we have to.”

~~~~~ Tomura ~~~~~

Tomura dashes through the streets of the city, a mischievous smirk on his face when he looks behind him and sees his little sister chasing after him. You look furious, but the expression just looks adorable on her chubby baby face. Tomura had snatched her favorite blanket this morning to try and wake up the sleepy head, and the chase had been on since.

Obviously, he wasn't going as fast as he could. Tomura was older than her by almost a decade, after all, and he didn't want his sister to get lost in the crowds of people. Not that the citizens of their Kingdom would let their only princess get lost.

The people laughed and urged her in the way her oldest brother ran, encouraging her to catch up to him. Their king and Queen had always been kind to their subjects, and in turn, they stayed loyal to the royal family.

Tomura slows to a stop, ducking behind a stall selling fruit and waiting for his little sister to dash past him. He springs out and grabs her by the waist, spinning you around in the air. You shriek in laughter, clutching at his wrists as he turns his lower body into dust and flies back the way he came, back to the castle and to where breakfast awaits.

Tomura opens his eyes, squinting when the sun makes them water. He wonders what you look like now. Had you found a way to survive and flourish after he left you behind? Would you even remember him? The thought of you not knowing who he is made his chest tight with fear and his throat clog with emotions he carefully hid from his men. Could you forgive him for leaving you behind, even if it had been the best course of action?

An angry scowl twists his lips, and Delemur lets out a string of quiet curses, mostly centered around a certain red-headed Emperor who had somehow stumbled across the safe house. Damn Red-Haired Shanks.

“Captain! We're going to make landfall soon!” The voice of one of his crew startled Tomura out of the fond memory and his less than savory thoughts. He rubs his face, sighing as he straightens up from where he'd been leaning on the railing.

“How long?” The white-haired man asks and looks at the lieutenant before him.

“Lookout said we're about thirty minutes out, Sir.”

Tomura nods. They would need to be prepared if some of Big Mom’s crew were there. Same with Shanks and his crew.

“Get the men prepared for a skirmish. Big Mom won't be here, but I'd bet she'd send some of her stronger men to get my sister.”

The news of his little sister being the reason behind his sudden disregard of orders had swept through the ship quicker than scurvy. But his marines were loyal, and technically, they were still chasing after pirates, so the higher ups could be too mad at them.

“Yes, Sir!” his lieutenant snapped, and then he was off, getting the other crew members up and running.

Tomura stalked to the front of the ship, and from here, he could see the outline of your island. His mouth twists in a grimace, and he prays that he's gotten here quick enough to beat Big Mom’s crew.

However, the closer he gets, the more his chest grows tight. There is grey smoke rising into the sky on the east side of the island, and even after so long away, Tomura knows that is where the safe house is.

The shore comes into view soon, and Delemur frowns when he sees a small ship docked at the shore, a large cross on the flag. He's seen that before, but he doesn't understand why Dracule Mihawk would have a shit all the way out here. Maybe it'd been stolen?

They drop anchor in the next couple of minutes, and Tomura flies ahead and drops to the sand, taking a look around with a frown. The beach looked awful, the beautiful sands trampled all the way up to where it became grass. Most of the lush forest had been torn down, most likely caused by the larger members of the raid party. He followed the trail up, picking up the pace until he was in an all-out run.

Tomura slides to a stop, sticken at the sight before him. The entire place is a disaster, the cottage a charred husk of what it used to be. The scent of burning wood is thick in the air, and the once lush and full gardens that you had cared for have been overturned and stomped on. He can see the broken remains of a small pen on the side of the building, but there were no animals in sight.

Carefully, he steps forward, bending down to collect a shard of green sea glass that had survived the fire. The Vice-Admiral flips it end over end then pockets it before walking inside the destruction. The living room is full of burned books and clothes, the furniture broken and ashen like the rest of the house. There is a shelf holding on for dear life, an old record player with a stack of melted records resting beside it.

Tomura moves to the kitchen, taking in the shattered glass of the window and the many planters that take up the majority of counter space, each plant dry and brittle or nothing but ash. A wind chime is still intact, and he reaches forward to brush the pads of his fingers across the metal tube, frowning when the beautiful melody fills the air. That kind of sound didn't belong in such destruction.

Onward Tomura goes, learning about his little sister as best he can through the ruins of her home. Your love for music and books could easily be seen, but how could he ever know what they were? What is your favorite song to listen to now, or what you liked to do on long lazy days. Were you all alone? The pen outside suggested his sister had found animals, but where were they?

Your bedroom was in a bit better shape from the rest of the house since the door had been shut before the fire had started. Tomura carefully sits on the ashen bed, green eyes looking at everything he can as quickly as he can see. He wanted to know everything about you. He had missed so much of your life, and the regret of leaving you behind was suffocating.

Would you have been safer in the military? Maybe, but Sengoku would have taken one look at you and your devil fruit and thrown you into training, just like they did with him. Tomura didn't want that for his baby sister. He had wanted you to live a good life, even if it would be a lonely one.

His thoughts are stalled when he catches sight of what hangs in your closet. His green eyes zero in on the long coat with a high collar decorated with intricate designs. Delemur knows that coat. He has seen it on the occasional times he had run into Mihawk.

The two of them had a mutual understanding to not speak about what had happened between them. Tomura didn't like that the older man had helped Big Mom, but being in the Navy gave him a different perspective. Not to mention his own skeletons hidden away in his closet, and in the end, Mihawk had been the reason that Tomura and his sister got out alive. They were even as far as he cared.

But seeing the Warlord’s coat made him pause. The tiny ship in the bay had already been suspicious, but the coat only added to his rising confusion. All the rumors had pointed at Shanks being the one to have found you, so then why in the fuck wasn't he seeing anything that might belong to the Emperor?

The sound of a bleating goat suddenly grabs his attention, and then he picks up the sound of his men shouting. Delemur bolts out of the house and finds Mihawk's pink charge, Perona glaring daggers at his men, specifically Private Nitchell, who points a shaking pistol at the young woman. Three chickens and an ornery looking goat stand behind her.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” He demands, and glares at the private, “Stand down, Nitchell. Does she look like a threat to you?”

The young man shakes his head, a blush high on his cheeks at getting reprimanded, “No, Sir! Sorry, Sir!”

The Vice-Admiral watches Nitchell stow his weapon and back up from where the ghost girl looks ready to tear his head off. Tomura rounds on the pinkette, cockimg a brow at her.

“Perona right? The hell are you doing here?” He demands and crosses his arms over his chest, unimpressed by the glare that she proceeds to aim at him.

“What's it to you?” She spits at him and floats up, crossing her own arms. He spots several ghosts behind her and prepares to turn himself into dust if one flies at him. He'd seen what those things could do. However, his annoyance skyrockets at her answer, and Tomura is hard pressed not to reach out and try to wring her neck.

“I asked you first,” he snarls right back, and feels like he is arguing with a little kid when Perona sticks her tongue out at him.

“I was coming to visit my friend, Navy Man. You should leave before my dad gets here.”

Tomura rolls his eyes and ignores the threat, “Your friend is my little sister. How did you find this place?”

Whatever argument that Perona was hyping herself up for deflated like a popped balloon when she registered what the marine said. She looks him over, dark eyes flickering from head to toe. The more she sees, the less Perona thinks that this man is lying. He looks like you. His cheekbones and brow are a familiar and comforting sight. But what should she tell him? Perona didn't think that Mihawk would be very happy with her if she happened to spill the beans on everything that he's been doing.

Perona licks her lips and floats back down, dismissing her ghosts and setting a hand on top of Neal's head. The goat grunts at her and butts his head into her hand, happy that the only other person he tolerated had found him and the three chickens hidden away in the intact part of the forest.

“Mihawk found this place a few years ago. After a while, he told me about your sister, and I wanted to be her friend. She seemed lonely, and I know what that's like,” Perona begins and shifts her weight with a sniff. She's been here for two days looking for anything that would help them find out where Big Mom’s crew may have taken you. The only luck she had was finding your goat and chickens. Hank and Sukuna were nowhere to be found.

Tomura's hands clenched into fists at the information. Mihawk had known about you for years, and Delemur was just now finding out about it. How were Shanks involved then? To his knowledge, the redhead and the hawk stayed away from one another. Until recently, that is.

Just what the hell had his baby sister gotten up to?

“She called me five days ago and said that some of Big Mom’s crew had found her island. I came as fast as I could, but I was too late. Shanks and Mihawk are on their way here now.”

Tomura doesn't like the thought of such powerful men working together and all for the sake of his little sister. What had you done to catch their attention? Did he even want to know the answer to that?

“How long until they get here?” Tomura asks after a moment. He would wait here until they arrived. At least he wouldn't have to go tracking the pirates down. He had a couple of choice words to give both of them now that he knows that Mihawk has been here as well. That bastard had looked him in the face not four months ago and had said nothing about knowing you.

Perona shrugs at him, her face morphing into a pout, “I don't know. Another week?”

Shanks and his crew were strong enough to go through the Calm Belt if they wanted to, and that would cut their travel time down by a lot. Gloom Island was a two week trip from here by normal means.

Tomura grumbles at having to wait that long, but he isn't that much of an asshole, and so stalks forward and offers Perona his hand.

“I apologize for getting off on the wrong foot with you. My name is Tomura. Thank you for being my sister's friend.”

The ghost girl blinks dumbly up at him before tentatively taking his hand and shaking it.

“Uh. You're welcome?” Perona has never been thanked for being someone's friend before. It was a little weird, but Tomura seemed genuine and kind like you. Just a bit more…violent it seemed.

Tomura blushes and takes his hand away, rubbing them together before pointing at Neal and the chickens, hoping to change the subject.

“Are those _’s?”

Perona nods and introduces Neal and the chickens. She couldn't remember if you had named the fowl, so she had taken it upon herself to name the rooster Henry and the two hens Harriet and Henrietta. The crew of his ship piddled around the island while Perona told Tomura stories about his little sister, and soon, the sun was beginning to set on the little island. He sighs heavily and invites Perona on his ship for dinner. They may as well get to know one another if they were to be stuck on an island together for the next couple of days.

Those days pass in the blink of an eye, and it is late in the evening on the fifth day when the lookout on his ship announces that the Red Force is entering the bay. Tension skyrockets, and Perona stands away from Tomura while they watch the pirate ship navigate to the shore. She can see two people standing at the bow of the ship, and tears of relief sprout in her eyes when she spots Mihawk's wide hat.

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The fear and anxiety that Shanks has felt during the entire trip explodes the moment they spot the navy vessel docked at his treasure's island. Of course, the rumors had reached your brother. Shanks should have known Tomura would be on his way here to see you. He curls his haki close to himself, refusing to let the older man feel just how manic he is right now. He needed to keep his head clear for this.

Next to him, Mihawk's haki lashes like an angry snake, golden eyes wide and full of fire when he sees the ship. He recognizes who it belongs to and cuts his eyes over at Shanks, who won't even look his way. Dracule had been silent about his concerns with just how Big Mom had found out, and he doesn't like the picture that has been painted for him. He doesn't want to accuse anyone of anything until he has all the knowledge he needs.

Mihawk and Shanks flash to the shore, and the warlord gets an armful of sad ghost girl the second his feet touch sand. Perona buries her face in his chest, arms wrapping around his waist and holding the warlord tightly. Tears sprout and run down her cheeks, and Mihawk can do nothing but sigh and hold the young woman close, one hand stroking the back of her pink hair.

Shanks steps up beside him, a kind smile that he forces on his lips as he pats Perona on the back, “It's alright, kid. We're here now.”

Mihawk shoots him a grateful look, and thankfully, Perona decides to pull away, reaching up to wipe her eyes free of smeared makeup.

“It took you two long enough to get here,” She grumbles and takes a step away, turning to look over at the Vice-Admiral, “Tomura has kept me company.”

Dracule looks up and catches the Navy man's eyes, the green dark and full of suppressed rage. He doesn't expect the younger man to bypass him almost immediately, instead, aiming that almost familiar glare at Shanks. The tension deepens, and sand is kicked up by the haki that coils between the three men. Tomura wasn't anywhere near the pirate's power level, but that wasn't about to stop him. The Emperor was the one responsible for his baby sister getting taken.

“Did he, now,” Mihawk murmurs and carefully maneuvers Perona to stand slightly behind him. He didn't want her to get caught in this, and the Warlord could tell that whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be very pretty.

Tomura isn't here to beat around the bush and cuts straight to the case, “Did you have any fucking plans to tell me that you knew my sister, Mihawk? How the hell did you even find her?”

Mihawk keeps his face free of any kind of expression that may give away his true feelings. Brother or not, Mihawk wasn't in the mood to deal with this right now. Not when you were obviously still missing. What he doesn't expect is Tomura rounding on Shanks, his tone dropping and turning dangerous.

“And you, you son a bitch. You're the fucking reason my gods damned baby sister was found.”

The silence that blankets the shore of the island is deafening. Tomura grins meanly when he sees that panic that pools in Shanks’ dark eyes and stands taller, pointing an accusing finger at the redhead. Mihawk follows the gesture, his heart seizing in his chest when he catches sight of the look of devastation that paints his lover's face. He takes two steps back, bringing Perona with him, away from the man who had promised Dracule that he could trust him.

“You promised me, Shanks,” Mihawk remarks and tries to keep the hurt out of his tone, but the younger man easily picks up on it, making him feel worse than scum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. The hurt quickly turns to anger, and the warlord reaches for Yuro, the blade swinging around to point at Shanks.

“You promised me that you would keep your mouth shut! You drunken, lying bastard. I never should have put my trust in you again.”

His ringed eyes blaze with a rage Mihawk hasn't felt in decades. Not since he was young and impressionable. His heart feels shattered, and out of everything, disappointment rings through his body like a live wire. He shouldn't have allowed the redhead to pass his walls.

Shanks’ eyes widen at the threat, and he takes a couple of steps back from the wicked blade. His own hand curls around Gryphon, and Shanks braces for the fight that would no doubt happen because of his mistakes. He didn't want to fight Mihawk, but he would defend himself if the older man made the first move. He quickly began to explain before Dracule could try and take his head from his shoulders.

“I know, and I'm so sorry, Mihawk. I was drunk that night, and I missed the two of you so much. I didn't know I was being so loud until Benn told me to shut it. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

Shanks is pushed back when Mihawk's haki lashes out, his face flushed red from how angry he is at the lame excuse. How dare he.

“When are you not drunk off your ass, Shanks? There is no excuse that you can give me that will make any of this okay. _ is gone! Most likely slated to be married off to one of Charlotte’s sons because of your inability to keep your mouth shut!”

Perona grabbing him by the arm is the only thing that prevents Mihawk from following after Shanks. He glares at her, about to snap at the girl to let him go, when he sees the unshed tears and fear in her dark eyes.

“We need his help finding her, Mihawk,” Perona says, voice thick with emotion. She doesn't like seeing them fight, and it hurts seeing what she has begun to call family fall apart in front of her eyes.

Her words seem to bring everyone back to the situation at hand, and the wild haki from the three men is pulled back and settled. Tomura relaxes his shoulders, shifting his weight and glaring at the two pirates.

“She's right. Big Mom has a lot of territory. It'll take months for us to search each of her islands if we don't work together,” Delemur frowns even as he speaks, disliking the idea of working with the men who'd found his sister. What even were the three of them?

“What is she to you?” Tomura demands and regrets it the second both men look at him like he was an idiot.

“We,” Mihawk begins and then swiftly corrects himself. He didn't want anything to do with Shanks right now, “I love her. She had no idea who I was when I found her, and it was…refreshing to have someone like that. We should move quickly. _ is in a delicate state.”

Tomura doesn't even want to think about what that means and glances at Shanks for the redhead’s answer.

Shanks shifts his weight, his hand falling from his sword once Mihawk had sheathed his own, but he keeps his distance. He gives Tomura a helpless shrug.

“My crew and I drifted close to her island one day, and we got to know one another. I can admit I was jealous of what Mihawk had with her, so we made it work. The three of us.”

Tomura doesn't know what to say to that, so he keeps his mouth glued shut. How the hell had his little sister pulled not one but two of some of the most powerful men on the Grand Line. He would ask once he found her.

“I'll use whatever resources the Navy can give me to find her,” Tomura says after a moment of rather awkward silence. He reaches into his pocket and takes out two mini transponder snails, and hands them to Shanks and Mihawk.

“I'll ring you if I find anything. I hope the two of you do the same.”

Mihawk dips his head in agreement, handing the snail to Perona and Shanks pockets his. They would work together to find you, even if none of them wanted to.

“I'm going to take a look around and see if we can't find something that'll lead us in the right direction,” Shanks says and whistles loudly to signal to his crew that it was fine to disembark from the ship now. He chances a glance at Mihawk, but the dark-haired man refuses to look his way. He frowns, guilt eating him up from the inside out before he lopes away without a word.

“Perona and I will head to the New World and begin our search,” Mihawk says and then he struts to the ship Perona had taken from his island, not bothering to look back at the Vice-Admiral. He can't bring himself to search the island. Dracule had seen the smoke curling into the sky, and seeing whatever remained of his home away from home would only make the hurt worse.

Tomura is left standing alone on the white sands, and he sighs heavily, looking out over the crashing waves. He smooths his white hair away from his forehead, and he murmurs to himself.

“Where the hell did they take you, Princess.”

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Thousands of miles away, you are escorted past hallways full of mirrors that make you feel dizzy if you look too closely. You cast your eyes back to the floor, one hand tangled in the fur of Hank's shaggy coat and the other holding Sukuna close to your chest. Your pets had chased after the men who had dragged you kicking and screaming from the tiny cave you'd forced yourself into.

Surprisingly, once they had seen that you were pregnant, the men had handled you with much more care and had even allowed you to take the cat and dog with you. Despite not wanting to leave, you had been much more willing once they assured you that you could have them. Hank and Sukuna were the only two things keeping you sane right now.

Sukuna wouldn't stop hissing, a constant low growl echoing in the hallway. His tail was poofed, and he glared at everyone with furious golden eyes. Hank fared no better, his hackles raised, and his ears pulled up. He stayed pressed against his human’s legs as they walked, unwilling to let you out of his sight.

It wasn't long before your group stopped at massive double doors that creaked open. You waltz inside, relieved at the lack of creepy mirrors, but that relief disappears the moment your eyes lay on who hovers in the middle of the room. She is the biggest human you've ever seen, sitting atop a cloud that glares down at you.

Beside her, another massive man stands. He has deep purplish hair, and the bottom half of his face is covered in a black and white scarf. He wears an open vest, and you can see a tattoo running down his exposed chest.

“It's about time you showed up,” Big Mom’s booming voice startles you, and you cut your eyes up to look at her. She grins down at you, her smile wicked as she looks you over.

“Such a pretty young thing. You'll make a nice wife for my son Katakuri. Don't you think so?”

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rorywritesjunk · 6 months

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No longer locked upon the land but free on the rolling waves

You and Buggy come face to face with himself from the past, and while you’re fully accepting that this is your husband as a child, Buggy doesn’t want to accept it.

Rating: PG-13ish, but just due to some swearing.

Warning: Upset kid, upset husband. Reader is way too nice, doesn’t necessarily take husband’s feelings into account as well.

A/N: A combined request. I did a few versions of this story before feeling like it hit the marks I was wanting to hit. Also, I’m just trying to vibe off what I’ve seen of Kid Buggy. I’m no expert. I’d protect that kid with my life. He’s so adorable. I also like the trope of “Meeting your self from another time” and “gets turned back into kid-self”. This is the former, and I know shit about time travel but I just kind of made something up.

This is the last chapter with the epilogue at the end. This has been a lot of fun to write and I've enjoyed it so much, thank you all for reading it and replying! I've loved responding to you all. So thank you thank you thank you. I liked how this chapter wrapped things up. Moments go a little quick but that was the intention. Nothing was to really be drawn out.

Title comes from “Sailing Song” by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6/Epilogue

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Chapter Six

Your husband decided to stay back on the ship while you and the kid went into the town. His excuse was he needed to get the crew ready or something, but you didn’t push him for a real reason. Part of you wanted him with you when you went into town because you didn’t know what to expect. Would some kind of portal open up and tear the kid away from you, kicking and screaming, or would it happen in an instant, like when he first appeared? You were going to cry either way, you just wish you had some kind of idea of what to expect.

But you also didn't want Buggy coming because again, what if some portal opened up and tore your husband away from you as well as the kid? You didn't want him disappearing on you at all so you just gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading off the ship with the kid.

“I think that the table was over here.” Kid Buggy said as he held your hand, leading you down a street. You knew what he was looking for but you let him take charge, wondering if he knew here to look. The table wouldn’t be there anymore, it hadn’t been since you turned 14 and left to start your apprenticeship and your parents moved elsewhere. They still made jewelry and sold it, but in another town on another island.

It was hard not to tell him everything, because even though Buggy said he doesn’t remember anything about this whole ordeal, what if this was different? What if something was triggered that changed the course of the kid’s life from this moment forward? You didn’t want to take the risk. You loved your life, your husband, and the life you two had together. Nothing could change that, so you never told Kid Buggy that he stole from your parents, or that he would become a Devil Fruit user at a young age (he never questioned Buggy’s head popping off his body during their first meeting), nor did Buggy ever tell him what happened between him and Shanks.

“You think so?” You replied as you followed after, smiling down at him as he turned his head in every direction, a look of concentration on his cute face as he tried to remember where to go. He stopped a few times, looking around, wondering where to turn. You were patient, giving his hand a squeeze whenever he’d start walking again.

“I’d bring you back with me if I could, y’know.” Buggy said as he looked up at you. “Introduce you to everyone. They’d think you were great.” He then looked away, searching for the table of merchandise that no longer existed. “But I know you wouldn’t wanna come with…”

“If I could come back to my husband in the end, I would.” You assured him with a smile. “But you’ve seen how you are as an adult, you can’t survive ten minutes without me, so I have to stay back with him.” Truthfully, if you met the crew, you would have brought hell down upon them. While your husband would speak highly of being an apprentice under Gold Roger, you had other opinions, ones that you wouldn’t share because you didn’t want to upset Buggy. There was always something under the surface whenever you listened to your husband speak about it. The self-doubt, fear of failure, everything, and one time when he was drunk he cried about Shanks, often feeling lesser than his friend, but then the next morning as he sobered up he would curse the same man.

“Yea?” He grinned. “Really? I think you’d like it. You could even meet Shanks, since you said you never got to meet him.”

“Maybe something will happen and I can someday, Buggy.” You steered him out of the main walkway, letting people pass as you knelt down in front of him. “I want you to know that I have loved spending time with you, sweetie. It’s been one of the best things ever.”

He blushed at that, avoiding your gaze as he looked away. “Are you saying goodbye to me?”

“No! Not yet, just…” You hesitated. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention, the praise, compliments, affection even. You wanted to give him as much as you gave your husband because you saw the way he would brighten up when you’d tell Adult Buggy how handsome he looked in his coat while you’d straighten his cravat, or when you’d let him know how much you loved him every night before going to bed. You meant every word you spoke to Buggy as an adult, and you wanted him to know the same as a kid. “I want you to know you’re a wonderful kid, Buggy.”

He was still red in the face but he allowed you to wrap your arms around him and pull him into a hug. He mumbled something in response and you didn’t quite hear it, because he suddenly pulled away from you, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

“I can hear Shanks!” He said as he looked over your shoulder. “I think he’s calling for me!”

You turned in the same direction but didn’t see or hear anything. What was going on? He grinned at you before he suddenly took off running in the direction he was looking. You got to your feet and started after him, but he was fast. He turned down an alleyway, calling for Shanks, and when you finally caught up to him your heart dropped. It was a dead end and he was nowhere in sight.

So this is how it ended then.

You came back to the ship an hour later and went right to your room, ignoring the looks of the crew and even your husband. He noticed you were alone, so he told the first mate to keep an eye on things while he went after you. Buggy wasn't sure how upset you would be, because even after ten years of marriage he wasn't sure how to handle it.

He found you sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with something in your hand. Buggy hung his coat and hat up before taking his boots off and climbing into bed next to you. You immediately leaned into him, curling up against his side as he put his arm around you.

“I'm going to miss seeing you as a kid.” You sniffled, looking at the once stolen pendant in your hand. “You were so sweet, Buggy.”

“I was a little shit.” He rolled his eyes, clearly having a different opinion on the whole matter. You looked up at him with watery eyes and he sighed. “Fine, yes, I was a sweet little shit.”

“I just wanted you to feel safe and loved, Buggy.” You wiped at the tears as they rolled down your cheeks. “And you're not going to remember any of it. What was the point of any of this?”

He just shrugged, pulling you closer as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He wasn't really good at using words to comfort you. He was used to actions like giving you gifts or finding ways to make you laugh instead. He hated seeing you so upset, but he knew better than to tell you to suck it up and move on. The one time he said that to you ended up with you giving him the cold shoulder for a week and he couldn't deal with that again.

“I just wanted you to be okay, Buggy.” You mumbled as you tucked the pendant away in your pocket. “I hate you went through so much before we met.” You rubbed your eyes. “And…and you're not going to remember any of this.”

“Yea, well…” He hated saying sappy things, like something out of a silly romance novel. He sighed and gritted his teeth. “If I didn't become an apprentice and continue being a pirate, we wouldn't have met.” You glanced up at him and his cheeks started to turn red. “The kid will be fine, because he will meet some way too nice tailor, fall madly in love with her and be an idiot about it, and she will show him all the love he will ever need.” He huffed and pulled his arm away from you, crossing them over his chest as he looked away. He felt a little uncomfortable but he knew you needed to hear this. “And when they hug for the first time he'll remember a moment of feeling safe as a kid but he won't know why, and when they kiss for the first time it will make him realize how much he wants her in his life.” He took a deep breath and exhaled before scowling. “Okay? So… so the kid won't remember what you did for him but he'll have a sense of familiarity when he meets his future wife, because she treats him with kindness and never asks for anything in return, and he really doesn't deserve someone like her.”

When he was finished with his rant he looked down at you, only to be horrified when he saw new tears streaming down your cheeks. Oh shit. He didn't mean to make you cry.

“S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-” He was at a loss for words. “Why are you-”

“R-Really?” You whimpered. “You felt that way when we met?”

He turned even redder if possible, unsure if he should keep talking or not, but you were almost smiling now as the tears rolled down your cheeks so he sighed and nodded.

“Y-Yes.” He said, looking away from you once more. “I… I knew the moment you gave me a hug that you and I were meant to be, because I felt safe in your arms and… and you took good care of me even before we started our relationship.” He scratched his cheek, looking so very uncomfortable to be carrying on like this, but your crying was letting up and you were looking at him with such love in your eyes that he thought he was going to literally fall to pieces in front of you. “Fixing my coat, clothes, even my gloves. It… it was nice and you didn't have to do that because I wasn't the nicest person to you at times, y’know.”

“I fixed your gloves just to spend extra time talking to you.” You said, giggling as you wiped your eyes with the hem of your shirt. He looked at you in confusion. “I made it up that your gloves needed fixing. I just… wanted to spend time with you after fixing other things, and you didn't know what I was talking about so you let me.” You smiled brightly at him. “I lied because I liked you, Buggy.”

His jaw dropped, a look of betrayal on his face. “What?! You lied?!”

You laughed. “What? I liked seeing your hands without them, honey, because you always wore them. That was the first time I felt your hands without gloves on, you know.”

“I can’t believe you lied!” He wouldn’t drop that tiny detail. “After all this time you lied about my gloves needing to be fixed?”

You knew what he was doing, trying to distract you from being upset, and you appreciated it. It still hurt having the kid disappear so quickly out of your sight but it was a comfort to hear from your husband the little bits he could recall, even if it wasn’t exact moments of his time with you. You didn’t want him to be hurt, or go through the heartaches of growing up, but if it meant the two of you meeting and falling in love, then maybe you could accept that you couldn’t fix everything.

“I love you, Buggy.” You told him as you leaned over to kiss his cheek. He turned red and looked away again but he put his arm back around you, pulling you closer to him before he looked back at you.

“Yea, yea.” He kissed you on the forehead and sighed. “I love you too.”

~*~*~

“Buggy! Where’ve ya been?” One of the older crewmen asked. Buggy didn’t turn around, instead looking at his now empty hands. Where did the pendant go? He just snatched it off that table and he had it in his hands just moments ago, but now it was missing. Did he somehow drop it? “It’s been twenty minutes, kid! Don’t take off like that!”

He glared up at the man. “Not my fault you can’t keep up with me!”

The man just laughed and patted him on the head; the kid immediately swatted at his hand, trying to get him to stop. He didn’t take off running, he had just been with the crew and then it seemed like everything went still for a moment. He didn’t want to say anything so he kept quiet, trailing after the adult as they went to join up with the others.

“We weren’t too worried, y’know. Figured you’d turn up once you got hungry.”

Buggy just nodded, glaring at the ground as he walked along. It’s not like he disappeared or anything. He was just out of sight for a few minutes. Shanks and him did it all the time.

They were walking down the street that the vendor was on where he took the pendant from. Did they somehow get it back? He hesitated but risked taking a look as they walked by. The adults were talking to a customer, showing off pieces while a girl around Buggy’s age sat nearby, looking completely bored. When their eyes met she perked up a bit and gave him a big smile. Buggy made a face and looked away but the adult he was with noticed the exchange and laughed.

“Flirtin’ with the local girls, Buggy?”

“Shut up!” He snapped. “Let’s get back to the ship!”

“Don’t you want to say bye to your girlfriend?” He teased as Buggy glared at him, his face red. He was about to say something else when something tugged on his sleeve. He spun around, ready to fight, but froze when he saw the girl standing there, holding a flower in her hand with a big smile on her face.

“The red flower looks like your nose.” She told him as she took his hand and placed the flower in it. “I like it.”

Buggy didn’t say anything as his hand closed around the flower. He was frozen where he stood, not sure how to respond to that, but the moment didn’t last because she turned and went back to her parents, taking her seat near the table once more. He didn’t know what to say or do next, but the adult grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him along, laughing and joking about young love and other stupid shit Buggy didn’t care about. He stuck the flower in his pocket and looked back at her once more, his face still as red as his nose. She was watching him leave and gave him a smile and wave as he left.

Yea, okay, he decided she was kind of nice, but he wouldn’t see her again so there was no point in saying hi to her or asking her name.

It was just a one time meeting by chance.

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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More Embarrassing/Funny Moments in Bed with Them (Crack/NSFW)

Part 1 Here

Black Fem Reader in Mind

I read more Reddit post.

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Ace, Shanks

Luffy

You were going down on him and you felt something hit your head, you look up and see Luffy was eating a pizza and a piece of meat fell (he ate the meat btw), he looks at you and ask why did you stop and you asked why was he eating and he proceeded to say, “Because eating food taste 10x better when you’re sucking me off, y/n. Duh. You should try it.”

When it was your turn, He gave you a cookie to eat while he ate you out and you almost choked when you started to cum.

Zoro

He was hitting it from the back and he wanted to slap your ass, but somehow miscalculated and slapped his own balls very harshly. He let out a shriek that to this day you cry laughing at.

You sometimes call him “Ball Slapper Zoro”

Sanji

He was inside you with his face buried in your neck, eventually he came to a stop and you opened your eyes and heard him crying. When you got a good look at his face his eyes were pink and snot was rolling down his nose.

When you asked him what was wrong he shook his head and simply said “Your pussy just feels so good.” And cried some more.

Bonus because I’m biased: You, Sanji, And Zoro had to share a room while out on an island, you and him shared a bed while Zoro was on the floor, Sanji wanted to cum on your breast but he got startled by Zoro waking up yelling “Stop fucking!” And it accidentally got in Zoro’s hair.

He is now Cumhead instead of Mosshead

Law

You were riding him, and he underestimated how good you’d be at bouncing his cock his toes began to curl so hard he got a foot cramp.

He pushed you off of him and he fell off the bed losing balance.

Ace

Ace was a bit tired, but still wanted to have some lazy sex, so he held you from behind on the bed and decided to fuck you slow from the side, without looking he shoved his cock inside you and said, “Fuck you’re tight today.” And you said, “Yeah because that’s my ass.”

Another bonus: He was eating you out and got hair stuck on his tongue, usually he would lick your thigh to rub it off, but it wouldn’t come off so he stopped and did a bunch of spitting noises (ya know like pftpftpftpftpftpth trynna get it off.)

Shanks

You told him you didn’t want to have sex on your period but he literally did not care. When he started to pound into you, he hit a spot and you squirted AND queefed a little on his abs and it freaked you out because it looked like he just killed an animal or something.

You tried getting out of his grip feeling so embarrassed but Shanks being Shanks Just smiles, rubs your thighs and says “Look at you…my little ketchup packet.”

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theladyofmanyfandomsafterhours · 6 months

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More Than We Thought.

Shanks x Reader

Explicit | NSFW | 18+ only

Warnings: Heavy (but ‘delicate’?) smut under the cut - trust me. There’s no build up, we just dive right in.

A/n: It’s purely self-indulgent. I’m hiding under my covers so you can’t see me - is it working?

Inspired by Dirtier Thoughts by Nation Haven.

I’ve written clean fanfic over 6 years so I’m terrified to post something so explicit. But we’re allowed to branch out right?

For less steamy fics, try the main blog.

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Shanks pressed his hand just under your belly button, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of where his hard length had entered the most intimate part of your body. He could feel himself squeezed inside. He moved forward slightly and saw the bulge underneath his palm follow the movement.

He glanced up at you and saw your head laying on the mattress, chin tilted up and lips between your teeth. He pushed in deeper and the bump grew slowly. You hummed at the sensation. Heels adjusting on the edge of the bed as you spread your legs as much as you could to let him in.

Taking the positive signs, Shanks kept going further - keeping an eye on the way your hand gripped the sheets. But his main focus was seeing how high the bulge under your skin could go before there was no more space. He wanted it to reach your belly button but even the human body had its restraints.

Bit by bit, he pushed until you let out a soft gasp when he had hit capacity. Shanks looked down at where you were connected, a small frown settled on his face - there was still a bit more of him left.

“Shanks.” You whispered. “What’s wrong?”

The Red-Haired pirate smiled. “I’ve filled you but I...” he leaned forward to kiss your neck. “I’m bigger than we both thought.”

There was a pause before you gave a breathy response. “Push it in.”

Shanks peppered another slow kiss beside the first letting his tongue linger just a little. “Are you sure?”

Looking down, you finally met his eyes since it all started. “Push it in and then repeat it.”

Shanks laughed softly and caught your mouth with his. Nipping the bottom lip when he pulled back. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow if I start.”

Lifting your head up slightly, you copied his kiss and tugged at his lip lightly. “I dare you to have me not walk for a whole week.”

The grin on Shanks’ face distracted you for a split second until there was a sudden harsh pressure in your core as he forced the rest of himself inside you. The fit was undeniably tight and Shanks knew it. He hit the one sensitive spot that made you react in a way that made his heart race. Head thrown back, eyes closed, your mouth opened but was unable to voice a desperate scream. Only managing a short and sharp, “A-Ah!”

“Are you okay?” Shanks asked just to be sure.

You took a few seconds to catch your breath and adjust to his size. “Fine - a little warning would have been nice.” You told him honestly. When his smile dropped a little, you grabbed his chin and smiled. “But where’s the fun in that, right? Do your worst.”

“Looks like you’re not going to be able to talk for a week either.” Shanks returned with a smirk.

He pulled out carefully and when his hips moved a second time, he slammed himself into you - this time getting one hell of a scream from your lips. Then he did it again - pulled out to the tip before ramming back inside - and then again, determined to make your legs tremble until they wouldn’t hold you upright for the next week…or more.

Each thrust sent your voice screaming spirals into the air sometimes as a cry of pleasure other times just his name - and it only spurred him on. When Shanks started to speed up, your hands found his body. Nails clawing into his skin with a dull pain but it was nothing compared to what he was pounding into you.

If it became too much, you would shout the designated safe word but until he heard any part of that phrase, you were at his mercy. His hard length diving in and out of your body -

…until you couldn’t speak.

…until your legs quaked.

…until you had no more of your juices to release.

…until your insides were drowned in his hot spend.

And until your body was newly shaped to fit all that he was squeezing.

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A/n: Still in shock I wrote that. Sweet dreams x

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gojo-mochi · 7 months

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Open Collab For December/January (Since I posted this late haha!)

What's Dilfcember?

Dilf or (Dad I Like to Fuck) is a month for Dilfs of course! All and any kind of Dilfs are invited. Even if they're not technically a dilf, if they have daddy energy they're invited.

Rules and Outline:

❥Daddy Long Dick is landing down in December/January and I want you to help me greet them~

❥Any length of writing is fine~

❥Have to be a Dilf! (Even if it not canon) Gilf are also encouraged...

❥NSFW/SFW/DARK CONTENT is all Allowed! Just make sure to tag accordingly~

❥Open to any Dilfs from JJK or OP~

❥Open Limit for any characters~ Go wild!

❥Does not have to be Mutuals with me to Join!

❥Joining Ends Dec 31st

❥Submission deadline will be end of January/Start of Feb~ (to give people some time)

How to Join:

Comment or Message me with the Dilf you want to bag and a small outline/plot of the story. Include if it going to be NSFW/SFW/DARK CONTENT.

❥Snippet of a submission:

Hello! I would like to write for Toxic!Dilf!Shanks, it would dark content theme, and it would be about Shanks secretly fucking his son's best friend

The Current Line up!!!!!

Softy~ (@gojo-mochi)

ᥫ᭡. Single Dads AU W/Neighbor Reader: Starring~

ᥫ᭡. Choso with little bro Yuji and getting lost in the snowstorm (SFW)

ᥫ᭡. Geto with Mimiko and Nanako taking them to see christmas lights (SFW)

ᥫ᭡. Gojo with Megumi and Tsumiki (SFW) TBA LATER (IMSORRY)

ᥫ᭡."Working hard or hardly working?" You keep running into the hot apartmnet Dilf right after he's done working out... Gym!Dilf Zoro (NSFW)

ᥫ᭡."You're the father?!" You were supposed to babysit Yuuji today but instead you found a stranger in Choso's house...Dilf!Kenjaku (Dark Con) (NSFW)

ᥫ᭡. "Tell me your secrets, & I'll give you my heart" Toji scambling to find the perfect Christmas gift for you but things keeps going awry Dilf!Toji (SFW)

Cille~ (@bby-deerling)

ᥫ᭡. "Meeting your best friend's deadbeat dad for the first time~ Dilf!Buggy (NSFW)

ᥫ᭡. Read here!

Pris~ (@sleepymarimo)

ᥫ᭡. "white christmas" Little megumi has been asking for a baby brother or sister, while you’ve been wanting a white christmas. toji thinks he can do both this year! Dilf!Toji (NSFW)

ᥫ᭡. "under the mistletoe" Little brother yuji has been wanting you to get with choso for a while, so he takes matters into his own hands. (SFW) BigBro!Choso

Honey~ (@honeysworld-offanfiction)

ᥫ᭡. You find out your bf cheats on you. Crying is how your father’s friends, Rayleigh & Edward, find you. Since your dad is away unable to console you, his friends help you instead. Dilf!Rayleigh & Dilf!Edward (Dark Con) (NSFW) (Incest Play)

Stephis~ (@stephisokay)

ᥫ᭡. You’ve never visited your friends home before, he’s always so hesitant. But when he does for a friendly game, you find his dad. DILF!Sukuna (Dark Con) (NSFW)

Poison~ (@anystalker707)

ᥫ᭡. Reader is down but Crocidle is here to try cheer you up~ Dilf!Crocodile (SFW)

ᥫ᭡. Read here!

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 7 months

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🗡️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Two

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

Warnings: Wounds, Blood.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Loose curls of lavender hung around your face while you crouched behind a bush in the sprawling grounds of the Bonn Manor. Your scalp ached terribly, irritated from the way you had ripped your heavy and extravagant veil from your head, and your forearms stung from the way you clawed yourself free from the hawthorn tree you’d jumped into to escape your balcony. You had no idea if anyone had noticed your absence from your room, but you were treating your situation as if they already knew you’d fled.

Each and every move you made to escape the manor grounds had to be calculated and exact. Any mistake would result in something far worse than death. As impulsive as this escape was, you had plenty of prior attempts to learn from your past mistakes. Naiveté had you running straight for the front gates every time, and right into the very people you’d been trying to escape from. You hadn’t learned then, but you knew better now.

There was a hidden side entrance used by the staff and vendors. Mother had never liked to see them coming and going, so they had a separate entrance. It wasn’t something you’d been schooled on or even told, but after watching and observing, you’d eventually figured out that they had to enter and leave somewhere. That somewhere was where you were headed.

You were fairly sure it was in a thick and dense part of the eastern grounds, one that was not nearly as meticulously maintained. No one would expect you to suddenly change your fleeing methods, certainly dressed like this. Escaping in your wedding dress was not just difficult, it was nearly impossible! The lace kept getting snagged on branches and bushes, and the built in petticoat made the skirt wide.

Tearing your sleeve away from a branch that had caught the delicate lace, you clutched your arms to your chest and moved forwards again. Bunching the skirt of your dress in your hands, your feet flew over smooth cobbles in hurried steps. With the coming and goings of merchant carts, surely there was someway you could sneak into one and hitch a ride into town. There would be no way you could outrun your mother’s men or the marines on foot.

Deciding to follow the path you were on, you sprinted as fast as you could in your dress and focused on your struggled breathing. It’d never been this hard to breathe before, but you’d also never felt such compounding fear and adrenaline within your body before. Pausing in place as your lungs burned viciously, you pressed your hand against your chest. You wanted to take a break, you needed one! But you didn’t have the time.

“Keep going,” You told yourself. “Just— Just keep going.” Sinking your hand into the bark of the chestnut tree, you pushed away from it and continued moving. The path that cut through the woods wound back towards the manor, but rather than risking being seen, you took a short cut through the dense forest. The fallen chestnuts hurt to stepped on and you had to bite your lip to stop from crying out every time you stepped on one. Swerving around a tree trunk you skidded to a stop and threw yourself backwards at seeing a pair of manservants carrying some crates.

Landing on your back, you slapped your hands over your mouth the moment you felt a searing sharp pain erupt in your shoulder. Something had dug into your skin, sharp and with a hot flash that left you wanting to howl. You swallowed what would have been a devastatingly high pitched scream and felt the release of tears in the corner of your eyes. Masculine voices came and passed, and with clenched teeth you rolled onto your side before awkwardly getting to your feet. While you pulled yourself together, from behind you came the ringing of the bell.

“Oh gods,” You whimpered to yourself, your mother would be on a war path now. A newfound tremble ran through your body, your entire body shaking as you hurried on. Your feet were happy the moment they returned to cobbles, and with a bit of timing and a great amount of luck, you managed to squirrel yourself away in a cart full of old drapes your mother had replaced in anticipation for the wedding. Your wedding dress actually helped you blend right in. With some of the drapery covering your face and hair, you held your breath and waited to either be discovered or overlooked. It really couldn’t be this easy to slip from the manor, could it?

Apparently it was, because not two minutes passed before the cart was harnessed to a pair of horses and started moving. The road was bumpy, and your corset repeatedly pressed into place that already hurt and were sore, but you forced yourself to remain quiet and just listen. Your mother had made a deal with the merchant who stitched her drapes, offering the luxurious fabric back in addition to the Berry it cost for the new ones. So it was safe to say that you were headed for the drapery shop.

Slumping back into the piled drapes, you had time to think about what you were going next. You had a very slim chance of getting off the Bonn manor lands you hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking what you would do afterwards. Kuri Island is an island. You had nowhere to run on solid ground. The best option you had to leave would be passage off Kuri Island, however that may come. Begging most likely. Ships in the harbor usually departed the harbor based on the tide, which was soon.

The problem was that the marines in the town were most likely notified of your fleeing and would be on the lookout for you. You couldn’t be caught, not now. Get to the harbor. Get passage off Kuri Island before you got caught. Beg if you have to. Your heart wasn’t trying to beat out of your chest anymore, but it was still fast from the adrenaline running through your veins. Holding your hands against your chest, you listened to the increase in sounds as the cart drew closer and closer to the village.

You had never heard sounds this beautiful, of chattering people, laughing children, the ocean so loud. It was all so carefree, a large jump from the ridged and structured life you grew up knowing and living. No matter how brief this breath of fresh air was, you were addicted and never wanted to live a single hour trapped like how you’d grown up.

With determination filling you, you dragged the drape you used to cover your self off your body and rolled. Leg’s tangling in the skirts of your partially ripped dress, you fell off the end of the cart and hit the ground hard with an undignified grunt. For several moments you lay on the cobbled street, moaning as hard wire dug into your ribs. Shifting on your side, you propped yourself up with your forearm and pushed some fallen hair out of your eyes.

You had landed in some back alley street, houses and little shops dotting the sides. It was nothing special, no crystal embedded fixtures, no silk or satin fabrics hanging in windows, just simple wood and stone. Your eyes shifted as something caught your attention, and you found yourself staring into the eyes of a young girl whose mouth was dropped open.

“You wouldn’t happen to know what direction the harbor is, do you?” You asked, hauling your aching body to your feet and brushing out the skirt of your dress. She pointed in the direction and you gave her a brief curtsey before darting off in that direction. The warm cobbles beneath your feet did very little to ease the sting in your feet, but a certain comfort bloomed in your chest just from being in the town. Freedom was such a beautiful thing, wasn’t it! Following the direction you’d been pointed, you found yourself on the crest of a hill and was given the perfect view of the harbor, ships and all.

The harbor wasn’t big, but it certainly bustled with early morning activity as ships took advantage of the outgoing tide. Exports of chestnut goods and lace were the most populous of goods loaded onto the ships, but you also knew that other local crafts were added to the count of exports on Kuri Island. There were a few other ships you saw, not bearing the usual merchant vessel markings, dotting the harbor. Surely one of them would agree to give you passage. Your hand went to the necklace hanging for your neck. It wasn’t an antique, but it was expensive and valuable. Surely you’d be able to trade it for passage away from Kuri Island.

Grabbing onto the skirts of your dress, you hauled the heavy material up and ran forwards, hope fueling your heart rather than fear. Running by the little shops and houses, you couldn’t help but look at everything and nothing at once. Houses that weren’t immaculate in every detail, but clearly lived in, mini gardens with blooming flowers that were clearly well loved, even the stoops and cobbles were swept and clean! These people clearly just lived, rather than put on a perfect production day after day. You wanted to live this spontaneity every moment you had free.

Slowing down so you didn’t trip over your own feet, you peered down a fork in the road wondering which path to take. For all you knew, one curved off and lead away from the harbor, and the other provided more choices you’d have to consider. A shout came from behind you and a lightning bolt of fear renewed the petrifying fear that had gripped you so tight only ten minutes earlier. Glancing behind you, your eyes were met with the sight of marines pointing at you.

A strangled noise of panic caught in your throat and you made a split decision to head right, hoping that you hadn’t picked the wrong road. This road wasn’t as nice as the ones you had previous been traveling down, but it was still clean. Just darker. Like echoing your situation, the road twisted and turned with uncertainty, leading you along as continued shouts from behind fueled your legs. You had more to swerve around on this road, boxes, stacked crates, jugs… narrowly saving yourself from crashing into a cart half on the curb, you let out a cry of frustration when the skirt of your dress caught on a rusted knob.

Whipping around, you harshly yanked on the delicate fabric of your dress to free yourself. How could it be so delicate yet hold you captive with such determination!? The marines were closing in on you now, and that made you tug harder. They were shouting at you to stop, to come with them, to stay put. But you couldn’t, not when you had finally breathed a breathe of air that was your own. To hell with them. Snatching a piece of wood from the cart, you threw it at the marines. It smacked one right in the chest and the marine’s arms cartwheeled, knocking into the other beside him. Feeling your dress finally give beneath the rusted knob holding you in place, you turned and continued to run, being more mindful of where your dress flowed.

Blasted thing!

This was the last time you were ever going to wear such an ostentatious gown. Period. You just had to get away of course. That fueled your body with energy once more despite the harsh burning in your chest and the legs beneath you that felt like they were turning into the dessert jelly your mother occasionally consumed. Stumbling out of the alley, you grappled onto the nearby building to stop yourself from all but collapsing. Glancing behind you, you didn’t see any of the marines on your trail. Better find a ship with a crew before they found you again.

Pushing away from the building, you stumbled forwards and with wild eyes looked to the remaining ships harbored. You saw several ships bearing the flag of the Bonn Chestnut Trade Company, and decided against taking the risk of boarding one. There was a pretty good chance that the ship would just turn around and deliver your right into the strict and very livid arms of your mother. So your feet scampered across the wood while your eyes strained to see who owned the next ship. So many Bonn Chestnut Trade Company vessels. Further panic broiled within your veins and your fingers clenched the skirts of your dress harder.

“Come on, come on, come on,” You whimpered, frustrated by the lack of ships not affiliated with your family. Did the Bonn’s own the entire quadrant of sea!? Passing a few more trade ships, your hopes were raised for but a few brief moments when you saw ships not affiliated with your family. But no one was around the docks and some ships were already departing!

Dodging a stack of crates, you grimaced as your stinging feet came into contact with the salt water that splashed onto the docks from the ocean. But that water wasn’t only causing you pain, it also soaked into the skirt and train of your dress, weighing it down and oppressing you with more weight to carry in your escape. Ship after ship, you grew more and more fearful that you wouldn’t be able to find one that could give you safe passage. With your hope beginning to dwindle, you scurried around the curve in the dock where the dock master resided and came to a stop.

Not that far away was a large ship with men carrying crates and other wrapped goods onto the deck. It was the only ship you could see not affiliated with your family and clearly they were about to head out to sea. Eyes frantically searching for wherever was in charge, they landed on a red haired man that appeared to be directing the men on where the goods were to be placed. So you rushed up to him in complete and utter desperation, not caring how unladylike you appeared.

“You are leaving Kuri Island?” You questioned with straightforwardness. The man blinked at you in surprise , as you had appeared out of nowhere, and your outfit… clearly you were a bride. A very beautiful and elegant one at that. Should you not be at your wedding rather than at the dirty docks?

“Yes, we are leaving momentarily, madam,” Shanks supplied to you, wondering what you wanted.

“Take me with you,” You demanded outright, not bothering with any further pleasantries or niceties. “Please, I can pay with this,” Your fingers went to the necklace hanging around your throat. “I just need to leave this island immediately.”

The others on Shank’s crew had momentarily stopped resupplying the ship, watching the events unfolding between you and their captan. Shanks shook his head at you, knowing the seas and his ship were no place for a lady such as you.

“My lady, the seas are much too rough for the likes of you and we are no marines,” He didn’t miss the way you flinched at the mention of the marines, but carried on. “It’s too dangerous and given your attire, I think you are missing your wedding.” Shanks eyes glossed over the ripped delicate lace, you had made a get effort to get here. “It would be best if you returned to your family and talk things out with them before making a rash decision like this.”

“This has nothing to do with rashness!” You argued back with fire. “I need to leave now! Please!! If I don’t—” Something caught your eyes over the red haired mans shoulder and you froze, your entire body filing with renewed fear as you whimpered. Oh gods, he came after you! Thomas Collins had left the alter to chase after his fleeing bride, flanked by a multitude of white coated marines. A squeal of fear emerged from your throat and raw terror bloomed in your eyes. Shanks saw it all, the tremors in your body, terror in your eyes. Something scared you senseless. A quick glance over his shoulder rendered a better understanding. A livid marine dressed in his whites, most likely the groom you’d left at the alter. He made a decision in that moment.

Bending down slightly, Shanks dipped his remaining arm around your impossibly thin waist and hefted you up onto his shoulder. Letting out a gasp, your fingers dug into the slightly coarse material of his back while you were carried off. Was he actually helping you!? Perhaps he was! Lifting your head up, you saw Thomas shouting at his men while his eyes trained on you.

“Men!” Shanks called, effortlessly carrying you over his shoulder. “Change of plans, it appears we are bride-napping this morning! Pull the anchor and set the sails!”

Date Published: 11/16/23

Last Edit: 11/16/23

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poopersdoopers · 7 months

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This is my first post ever:

Imagine Shanks and Mihawk (fem presenting reader) in a poly relationship. No beta. Not reading this over.

TW: spanking, BDSM, cursing, rough fucking.

Both daddy doms.

Where they use you as they like and punish you.

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Mihawk comes home late from work one day, goes into the kitchen to grab some juice to drink. The sight displayed for him is breathtaking.

Shanks has you over the marbled kitchen counter. His hand pressing down against your back, your bottom half stark naked, red where he just spanked you.

“You wanna run that back to me again, little one?”

You moan. It earns another spank.

“What’s my name?”

You flush in embarrassment. “If you’re not going to answer me you’re gonna have to take more punishment. Count after each spank daddy gives you and maybe he’ll forgive you enough to give you a reward”.

Shanks was grinning, a glint danced in his warm chocolate eyes, as he massages your hot flesh with both of his hands. He loved teasing his sweet little girl to the point of tears, especially when he had an audience. He glanced over at his other lover, his smile widening.

Mihawk, as silent as ever, walked over to your form splayed over the kitchen island.

“Be a good girl for Daddy”, he whispered gently in your ear, grabbing the back of your head. You stared at him, with big hazy eyes tears threatening to spill over. You weren’t expecting him to be back so soon.

A wash of shame flushes over you as you remember misbehaving earlier this morning.

——Flashback——-

Rolling your buds between your fingers, begging to be touched. Trying to be oh so quiet. Mihawk woke up first, silently watching.

“Puh..please…”, you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from begging more lest you wake them both up. Your hand snaked down your panties, rubbing between the folds before sticking a manicured finger in, and spreading the wetness all over your throbbing over-sensitive clit. You whined behind your flushed hand,it all being too much at once.

You roughly ground on your clit when suddenly, a hand held your wrist tightly.

“Don’t you dare cum, little one. Not without permission.”

Mihawk stares at you with intense eyes. You gulped, “Sorry daddy…mmmhmm!” He grabbed your wrist away from your throbbing clit. You started to openly cry, “Please I wanna cum!”

“Hush girl or I’m going to punish you more severely”.

You shivered, it’s been a while since Shanks or Mihawk were this attentive towards you.

Mihawk stood up, slightly groggy from sleep, and strongly grabbed your jaw. His intense eyes bore into yours. You couldn’t help but feel so small, as he looked you up and down. You were naked as the day you were born, you stiffened peaks begging to be kissed by his full lips, your pussy leaking steadily all over your massive king’s sized bed where Shanks lay fast asleep.

He pinched your nipple harshly, “ Im going to clean you up so. you don’t leak all over our bed. There will be no talk of this until later my dear. After this you will be the punished tonight, as it seems you miss me that much, my dear.”

As Mihawk walked out barking a behave, you crawled over to Shanks sleeping form. Nuzzling at his neck, before sucking deep hickeys. You felt his strong arms surround you, before ruffling your hair.

“I heard you being naughty baby”, he smirks, “You’ll probably get it punished for this too”.

You whine, something in your chest tightened, you wanted this more than ever. You needed to feel him inside you, claiming you, the little distance between you two too much to bear. You wriggled under the blankets. Discovering Shanks fully hard, putting the girth of it between your hands.

“Can I please, daddy?” You begged with big glossy eyes.

And how could he deny you when you begged so sweetly?

“Sure baby girl but don’t blame me for what happens next”, he chuckled.

Your mouth was on him in no time and by the time Mihawk came back with a wet cloth and bowl, your fate was decided.

You lay fast asleep at the foot of the bed, suckling Shank’s softened cock. Dried tear marks and cum decorated your face.

He stared blankly at Shanks.

He put his hands up defensively, “I can’t say no to such a cute face”.

Later on you begged Shanks to let you cockwarm him. He obliged, letting you sit on him as long as you behaved. Surprisingly enough, you were good for the most part. Nuzzling into his thick neck, hands laying deftly on his chest. He melted, kissing the sides of your face, murmuring about how a good girl you’ve been, while he’s been in meetings all day (with the camera off of course). You cutely moaned at this, his strong calloused hands ran up and down your spine.

He would stay here all day with your warm walls clinging to him, but alas he couldn’t.

“Baby as much as I love this…Daddy has to go to a lunch meeting”.

You whined, gripping to his length with a vice grip. He moaned in response, “Baby you are killing me.”

“You can’t go Daddy! You’re always gone. Stay here with me, I promise I’ll be good.”

“Aww baby I know, we haven’t been paying much attention to you but this is important”, he bopped you on the nose. You responded by biting him on the finger. You could feel his laughter building from the bottom of his stomach and bloom into his chest. It almost made you less mad. Almost.

“Okay as much as you know we both love this,you cannot get in the middle of Daddy’s work. Stand up.”

His voice may have been playful but his eyes glimmered with danger.

Your vice grip on his length didn’t relent, as you started to grind slightly.

Shanks, gripped tightly on your hips with both of his hands.

“You little minx are being naughty so now you have to take what I give you”.

He slammed his hips into you, sharp and fast, chasing his high. Dragging you back onto his cock. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, you could only feel Shanks.

“Daddy I—Im gonna cu-“, he pulled your wide hips off him in an instant.

“We said no cumming without permission. Clean Daddy up on your knees.”

You obeyed. Sniffing at yet another orgasm ripped away. Such mean Daddies.

You took the length of Shanks in your mouth.

“You ready? I am not going to be gentle, little one. You have disappointed me.”

Your sobs were muffled by his cock.

“How are we doing baby? 1 Finger up means green, 2 means yellow, 3 means stop.”

You held a finger up. He grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down to his pelvis. Petting your head softly.

“Okay princess hold on tight, if you need to stop pinch my thigh. Can you demonstrate?”

You pinched him. “Ahh Good girl.”

He roughly fucked your throat. One hand on your head, the other texting his executive assistant to reschedule his lunch meetings and cancel the rest of his afternoon.

He looked you in the eyes, before glancing and seeing you rubbing your puffy clit. His fault, he should have been watching his slutty baby girl.

“Hands behind your back bad girl. Daddy’s gonna give all everything to you right now”. You moaned on his length, spit dribbling down your jaw. He sat back, pushing his length out of your sloppy mouth. Taking it in his hands, rubbing down the side of a vein. You gasped slightly, lips tingling, throat too used to be speak. You whimpered.

“So fucking sweet”. Open your mouth and Daddy will give you what you want.

You obeyed. He spat in your mouth.

“Swallow. Good girl.”

He grabbed the back of your head again.

“My cute little cock dumb baby”.

He chuckled darkly, before slapping his thick cock across your flushed cheeks, smearing pre cum. “Hold still baby.”

He added a few small smacks to the rest of your head, before deciding to decorate it.

“Open your mouth baby girl, daddy has a gift for you”. He slammed his cock down your throat as you struggled to breathe.

“You still green, little one?”

You held a finger up, tears streaming down your throat.

“Good girl, be extra good. Daddy’s going to send mean Daddy a present. Now suck.”

You sucked at the head, as Shanks started the video. Licking the underside and tracing the vein down his thick length. You both moaned.

“Fucckk baby just like that. Being so good for us.”

Look at how much of a fucking slut you are. You took more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head, he grabbed your head and edged it down to his pelvis again. You swallowed. He traced the lines of his cock in your throat.

“Shit. Im gonna cum.” He stopped the video in favor of grabbing your face, to fuck you faster. He pulled out and you whined for him.

“Shhh be good and Daddy will give you a treat. Open that mouth”.

His hand sped up down his length, before slamming back in you.

“Swallow”.

That you did as you felt him shoot down your throat, he eased up and came across your fiery hot face.

“Hold on one second, baby. Let me show Mihawk how much of a pretty little whore you are”. You flushed in embarrassment. Will Daddy know you were being naughty again?

Your core was on fire. You hoped he did.

“So beautiful”.

He snapped a picture of your cum strewn face. “Now lick your lips and swallow. Show daddy after you’ve finished.”

You did just that, shivering.

“Good girl, now what do we say?”

“Th-thank you, Shanks”.

“Come on doll, you know that’s not my name”.

You stayed silent. Wanting to be punished further. Basking in the glow of his anger, his praise, his hands. You watched as he sent the videos and pictures to your lover.

—-Which lead you to where you were at right now—-

“Perhaps we have been too lenient towards you, little one. Perhaps we have not been as attentive as you needed us to be.”

You sobbed, the knot in your chest all day had been released.

“Don’t worry we are going to make it better all night. Right after your punishment is over. Now hush darling and let us take care of you.”

He kissed you deeply. You felt breathless. Finally falling down into that hazy place.

“Good girl.”

Mihawk pinned your hands down to the island as Shanks began his spanks.

“What do we say after after each spank my darling?”, his intense eyes scanning over your body.

“Th-thank you Daddy!”

“Good girl, but we have to start over so you can count. Can you give Daddy a color?”

“Green..Daddy I’m Daddy Im sorry Ill be good I promise!” You sob and shudder.

“I know baby.” A spank to behind emphasized his point.

“One. Thank you Daddy.”

A thawck to the back of the thigh.

“Two. Thank you Daddy”.

Another hit to the other thigh and lower ass. “Three? No Four Thank you Daddy”.

The spanks got harder and in quicker succession until you were left a shivering, slobbering mess. Mihawk’s grip on you never faltered, no matter how much you bucked up or twitched in pain. “Mmmm thank you Daddies. Thank you.”

“I think you’re ready for your reward now…hmm?”

“I agree. Our little one is so pliant now.”

Both men looked at you like wolves.

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