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[jintaka-hane]

I needed this. I'd have that barrier with them 🥹

Shanks, Ben Beckmann & Smoker x S/O that doesn't speak their language

Hi dear Anon, despite my requests being closed, I really liked your idea and wanted to write it. So here are some cute & fluffy headcanons. As someone who uses their second or third language on the daily I have been in such situations and it inspired me to write these hcs. Hope you like them!

Shanks

Honestly? He doesn’t care. Language barrier? What barrier? Shanks barely talks his own language and has been communicating with drunk pirates all his life. 

You think not sharing a common language is going to stop him from flirting? Please, there is another kind of tongue you both share!

He grins wide, then slaps a hand on his chest. “Me—Shanks.” He says it slowly, like he’s discovered the magic of human speech. “Shanks.” He points at himself again, just in case. Then points at you, eyes twinkling. “You?” You blink. Then cautiously mimic his gesture, your hand on your chest. “...Y/N.”

He gasps like you just revealed you were royalty. “WOW.” He turns immediately to his crewmate Ben Beckmann, who's calmly smoking in the corner like he is used to his captain’s reactions.

“Ben, did you hear that? She gets me.”

Ben doesn’t even look up. “Congratulations tarzan” But Shanks is glowing. He turns back to you and clinks his drink against yours with reverence. “We’re basically fluent now.”

Whenever you are with Shanks, you never feel the need to speak, it’s full instinct, it’s about the looks in the eyes, about the way he catches on when your breath hitches because he is too close.

He loves the way you look into his eyes like you're searching for words inside them, like you're hoping his gaze can speak for you.

And somehow, it does. You don’t have to explain. He gets you without talking. His fingers gently lift your chin, slow and deliberate, tilting it just enough so your eyes meet his without escape. His thumb brushes your chin, his breath warm against your lips :

"You want a kiss, don’t you?" he murmurs, voice low and teasing, an invitation.

He already knows the answer. It’s written all over your face, in the way you lean in just a little too close, in how your eyes flicker down to his lips before you can stop yourself. And yet, he waits for you to close the distance. 

Ben Beckmann

Whereas it’s flowing and energy bursts with Shanks– with Ben, it’s a different story! Ben doesn’t talk a lot anyway, so a language barrier just fits into his rhythm. He’s a master of reading the room, and he picks up your cues fast. A raised eyebrow, a pause before your sentence—he’s already adjusted to you.

Ben is very patient with you, he doesn’t rush to finish your sentences, he doesn’t feel the need to. He just lets you express yourself and tries to understand your meanings through your tone. 

Since Ben is very smart and observant, he starts to understand patterns in your speech, and starts secretly learning your language, which makes it way easier for you to communicate. He also sometimes uses what he has learned to teach you a few useful words. 

Misunderstandings happen often, since you barely speak his language. You sometimes mispronounce words in ways that make the other crew members laugh — like that time you said ‘bitch’ instead of ‘beach’. Ben doesn’t mind, though. He just smiles and gently corrects your pronunciation.

He encourages you to practice and talk slowly and he is very patient with you. He occasionally points at things and names then so you remember what they are called. He finds your pronunciation very charming and cute. 

You two are sitting side by side, the soft clink of glasses between you, the night wrapping around like a quiet blanket. He leans back lazily, pointing his finger upward: “This is the sky.”

“The sky…” You repeat after him, and he feels like a proud teacher. You point out at his cigarette, as if you’re asking him for its name. He raises an eyebrow and points to it as well: 

“This…It’s a cigarette.” You repeat the word clumsily, making him scoff— a soft, amused sound that’s full of affection.

It’s moments like these he treasures, when the language barrier isn’t a wall, but a way to bond. 

Smoker

Smoker gets easily frustrated, but not at you, he is aware that you are still learning and finds pride in you speaking more than one language. Whenever someone dares to mock your accent or your mistakes, he snaps at them like a flame catching fuel

“—If I hear any of you making fun of her, I’ll crush you to pieces! Aren’t you fucking ashamed? How many of you even speak more than one language?!”

He tries so hard to hide it — the way his heart melts every time you mispronounce a word or mix up a term. It's so damn adorable, it almost makes him turn into a puddle. But he’d never let you see that.

So instead, his ears turn a soft rose-pink, and he takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling more smoke than usual, like he's trying to hide behind it. His expression stays neutral, but that little flush, the way his eyes soften for a second too long, gives him away every time and makes you giggle.

He listens closely, not to mock but to remember. Every little mistake you make, he tucks it away in his mind, not with irritation but quiet fondness. Later, when things are calm, he’ll bring it up like it’s nothing: “— By the way, it’s pronounced ‘six,’ not ‘sex.’ Just so you know.” As if he hadn’t been thinking about it all day. As if he hadn’t found it cute as hell.

Whenever he feels overwhelmed by emotions, he silently thanks the language barrier — it lets him say everything he feels without shame. He tells you how much he loves you, how beautiful he finds you.

You may not understand every single word, but you feel all of it. His gaze doesn’t waver, and in that moment, the language barrier becomes something else entirely, not a wall, but a shelter. A secret place where he can be completely vulnerable, and still feel safe, but not for too long, since you’re catching up fast. 

please leave a comment if you enjoyed these hcs ! kisses.

[jintaka-hane]

Writing characters who don’t know they’re in love

(PS: but literally everyone else does and is so tired)

These characters aren’t clueless, no, they’re not walking around like, “love? never heard of her.” They know something’s going on, they just won’t admit it (not to themselves, not to anyone.) Maybe they’re scared of messing it up, or maybe they think the other person doesn’t feel the same. Maybe they’ve stuffed the feeling so deep even a NASA rover couldn’t dig it out.

Whatever the reason, they’re not avoiding the truth as much as they’re…rebranding it. Calling it “friendship” while giving each other their only jacket and dreaming about each other’s voices like it’s totally normal behavior.

ꕤ They don’t realize it’s love, but they notice everything else. They clock every mood shift, every absence, every little thing. They definitely  know when something’s off.

⇢ “You changed your hair.” ⇢ “You looked upset earlier.” ⇢ “You didn’t text me back and I panicked.” ⇢ “You weren’t at lunch and it felt weird.” ⇢ “Are you cold?” hands over jacket without a second thought

They don’t say “I love you,” but their actions scream it constantly.

ꕤ they get weird when someone else gets close They’re not jealous. No, how dare you think something like that… they’re just keeping an eye out. For safety... Or whatever."

⇢ “Who was that?” ⇢ “Oh, you’re hanging out with them again?” ⇢ “I just think it’s interesting how you never cancel on them.”

They don’t say it, but they hate the idea of being replaced. It stings more than they’re ready to admit.

ꕤ they make excuses to be around each other.

Literally inventing reasons to be in the same space.

⇢ “Wanna study together? I’m struggling with this topic.” (They’re not.) ⇢ “Oh, I was just in the area.” (They weren’t.) ⇢ “You forgot this.” (It’s a single pen.)

They’d rather lie badly than admit, “I just wanted to see you.”

ꕤ  Their friends are so over it Everyone around them is either rooting for them or trying not to scream.

⇢ “You’re in love with them.” ⇢ “That’s not friendship, and you know it.” ⇢ “You made them soup. FUCKING SOUP. Just say you’re married already.” ⇢ “If I have to hear you talk about them one more time, I’m charging rent.”

Friends are the Greek chorus of this situation, like, brutally honest and endlessly tired.

ꕤ  There’s always a moment they almost figure it out That one soft, unspoken beat where the truth almost breaks through.

⇢ Watching them laugh like it’s the first time. ⇢ Seeing them cry and wanting to fix it more than anything. ⇢ Realizing no one else makes them feel like this. ⇢ Thinking, God, they’re beautiful.

Then they blink, panic a little, and go, “Huh. Weird.” And move on. Like absolute fools.

ꕤ  When it finally hits, it’s not cute, it’s catastrophic. Suddenly everything makes sense and feels like too much.

⇢ Flashbacks. ⇢ Internal screaming. ⇢ “Oh no.” ⇢ “OH MY GOD.” ⇢ “Has it always been this obvious??” ⇢ “Wait. Everyone knew?!”

Yes. Everyone. The friends, the neighbor’s cat. You were the only two who didn’t get the memo...

[jintaka-hane]

Oh, @pandora-writes-one-piece, THE WAY I LOVE YOU YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!!! No, it's not weird. Same boat, wifey... same boat

I have big feelings about @pandora-writes-one-piece ‘s personification of Killer in Kid’s part of their Meet Cute series .

Sorry Kid, I’ve got ✨Daddy Issues✨ and the list is long of similarities between the two of you, you unfortunately give me the ick! This is not a slight at Pandora’s writing or personification of Kid. Despite these things I’m adoring the story and live for the drama. But MC can have Kid, I’ll take his much more emotionally stable best friend, thank yooooooou!

If you haven’t read any of Pandora’s work, or the meet cute series, I highly recommend! Even if it’s not characters I’m personally into (such as zoro and kid), the story she weaves is always so so fricking good and I loooooove to read them! Absolutely one of my favorite fic authors!

[jintaka-hane]

Hear, hear!!!! Me too I am in love with Pandora's Kil!!!!! 💕 I live for the secondaries 💗💗 and her work is stunning, guys. FIC REC in capital letters!!

I have big feelings about @pandora-writes-one-piece ‘s personification of Killer in Kid’s part of their Meet Cute series .

Sorry Kid, I’ve got ✨Daddy Issues✨ and the list is long of similarities between the two of you, you unfortunately give me the ick! This is not a slight at Pandora’s writing or personification of Kid. Despite these things I’m adoring the story and live for the drama. But MC can have Kid, I’ll take his much more emotionally stable best friend, thank yooooooou!

If you haven’t read any of Pandora’s work, or the meet cute series, I highly recommend! Even if it’s not characters I’m personally into (such as zoro and kid), the story she weaves is always so so fricking good and I loooooove to read them! Absolutely one of my favorite fic authors!

[jintaka-hane]

The phrase that sums up this masterpiece: He really was cute when he was a little humiliated.

Thank you so much for writing it, I absolutely LOVED it!!! OMG, I've read it twice!!! I like it, I like it, I like it!!! And you say it took you a while to write it? For me, it was super fast! It's just what I needed, a Paulie as shy as needy and a pathetic mess. OMG look at him all flustered <3<3<3<3 I could SEE what was happening while reading!! And yes they need a date!! and some practise, yes yes yes

Paulie vs Pollen

This is for you @jintaka-hane. You wanted Paulie sex pollen, you got it. Sorry it took so long. TW: sex pollen, desk sex, 18+ only

You were the newbie at Galley-La, having been there for six months. As a native of Water-7, you looked up to the shipwrights who were the heroes of the city. After the Strawhats shook up your city, then were pardoned, you decided to finally bite the bullet and apply to Galley-La. You were stationed under the dock one foreman and Vice-President, Paulie.

He was a great mentor, making sure you learned the right way and instilled dedication to your craft. He was also easy on the eyes and only a few years older than you. The only time he would yell at you was on hot days when you just wore a sports bra under your usual overalls. Never calling you names, just saying it was inappropriate to show so much skin and cleavage. The other shipwrights told you to ignore him and to wear whatever helped you work; they didn’t care what you wore. You were appreciative of their respect for you in such a male-dominated field.

One day, you were prepping for a lesson with Paulie but noticed he was running unusually late, like by an hour after you noticed the time. Maybe he had an unexpected meeting as Vice-President? You decided to head to his office to see if he was there.

He never had a receptionist or assistant, too fancy for him. You could hear him muttering, grumbling curses at someone but couldn’t make out another voice. You decided to knock.

“Paulie, boss. Everything alright?” you called through the door.

“Shit…” he grumbled, “Uh, yeah…”

“You’re an hour late to my training, are you sure you’re alright? You sound like you’re in pain,” you said,

“I’ll be fine…hgnnnn,” he replied with a pained groan.

“That doesn’t sound fine. I’m coming in,” you said just before you opened the door.

Never in your dreams did you expect what you saw. Paulie stood in front of his desk, one hand on the edge, practically holding on for dear life. His shirt was drenched in sweat, along with his forehead as his other hand was wrapped around his cock, pants and boxers pooled at his ankles.

You reflexively turned your back to him as he whimpered at the quick glance you gave him.

“Umm, I’m sorry to have interrupted you. I’ll…uh…leave you to your business and I’ll ask one of the senior shipwrights to train me today,” you almost coldly said. You could feel anger rising in your gut. He was a respected and extremely dedicated shipwright; it was disrespectful for him to be jerking off when he was supposed to be training.

“You could have at least waited until break time or something,” you said disappointedly.

“W…wait! It’s not what you think!” He yelled to you as you heard him rustling his clothes.

You paused as he rushed next to you with his hands in the air. His pants were buttoned, though his belt was still undone.

You furrowed an eyebrow at him, “You weren’t just jerking off in your office instead of training me?” It came out harsher than you intended.

“Well…yes, sort of. Ah, hell. I can’t control it!” He shifted in place as he spoke with that same pained tone he had before.

“I received a shipment of replacement ropes,” he gestured to the bureau along the wall. An opened box was there with new ropes that he used as weapons and for swinging around the ships as they got bigger.

“There was some sort of powder in the box when I opened it and a few minutes later I was…” he struggled to finish his statement and his face turned bright red. He vaguely gestured to the hard on that was pressing against his pants. “It…it just happened and it won’t go away. I’m so sorry. You can leave, I just…needed to explain before you judged me too hard,” he whimpered on the last word.

You had to chuckle at that last bit. You released the door knob and put your hand on his shoulder. He shuddered and gave the tiniest of moans at the touch and his face turned bright red again.

“I think you were effected by some sort of pollen. Some are known to be aphrodisiacs, excessively so. If you don’t release, it could take all day and be dangerous,” you informed him.

“Shit, I can’t miss the whole day…you’re free to go,” he grumbled as he turned back towards his desk and began to pace.

“I’m sorry for getting curt with you,” you apologized as you approached him. “I can help you, only if you want. You’ve been in here for an hour…” you offered as you gently placed your hand on his shoulder again, though your finger touched the skin on his neck to which he quickly sucked his breath in.

“You…can’t. It wouldn’t be right. I…I’m your boss. I…” he trailed off as he groaned and pressed his palm to his throbbing cock within his pants.

“Paulie, I insist. You won’t get relief without help. It’s the purpose of the pollen,” you replied as you moved in front of him and tilted his chin for him to look at you. His eyes were pleading for help as the rest of his face was still beet red in embarrassment.

“O…only if you’re okay with it. I ain’t gonna take advantage of you. I’m not that kinda guy,” he said defensively. Every word he spoke was through a pant, moan, or groan.

“I’m the one who offered dummy,” you replied as your hand slid from his chin, down his chest to settle over the bulge in his pants. The whimper he let out unleashed something within you. You held the man in front of you with the deepest respect and admiration, but you wanted to see him groveling before you, obeying your every command. You bit your lip in reply and gave him a little squeeze.

In the blink of an eye, he had you pinned between him and his desk. His hands were firmly placed on the top of the desk as he struggled not to touch you. His face was just a couple of inches from yours, and you could now feel the heat that radiated off his body.

You used both hands to unbutton his pants and let them fall to his feet. Only his boxers provided a barrier between him and your hand. He turned his head to avoid looking directly at you as you stroked him over the thin fabric.

“You can touch me, you won’t break me. You know how tough I can be,” you cooed to him.

“I…I…I can’t. It’s indecent,” he stuttered as he bit back a moan at your touch.

“You’re gonna have to touch me if you want this to go away,” you replied as your free hand unbuckled one of the straps on your overalls. He glanced over and just realized you were in just your sports bra and underwear under the overalls and bit his lip at the sight of you releasing the other strap and the majority of your clothes fell to your feet. He would never tell you that you frequented his dreams more often than not and left him with wet sheets. Seeing you stripped to your underwear was testing his restraint. This pollen was releasing all of his inhibitions and he hated the way it made him feel. He wasn’t some untamed beast. He respected you and would have liked to court you properly if you’d let him.

You removed his trademark goggles, then pulled his t-shirt over his head, his hands were finally released from the desk.You’d seen him in a tank top out in the shipyard, but somehow that was still too concealing. Here, both of you practically bared to each other, you noticed the way his defined muscles from years of hard labor flexed at the slightest of movements. Your hand gently slid over his chest down his abs, the fingers mapping every crease and muscle flex. Your heart began to race as the realization that you were about to be fully nude in front of the man you desired while you brought yourself pleasurable release multiple times a week.

“You can do the honors,” you boldly said as you took his hand and hooked his fingers over the top hem of your underwear and gave them a slight nudge.

His ears were now pink, as his fingers tried to gently pull them down, but the pollen was making him move in ways he didn’t have full control over, and he ripped a huge hole in the side of your underwear, pretty much ruining them.

“I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” he apologized profusely.

You gave a slight chuckle and guided his other hand to pull down the remaining fabric of your underwear. Your other hand unzipped the front of your sports bra as you watched his eyes widen at the cleavage slowly being exposed along with your fully nude lower half.

“Fuuuuck…” he mumbled at the sight of you once you were fully undressed.

You blushed slightly at the adoration his eyes reflected while his face scrunched in embarrassment. Your hands moved to the top of his boxers and began to slide them down. His painfully hard cock sprung forth and bobbed at being released. You could see the pearls of pre-cum pooling at his tip.

He let out another whimper as your hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke him slowly. Just as quickly as before, he had you pinned between him and his desk, though now his lips hovered just below your earlobe. It was as if the removal of his clothes unleashed the primal side the pollen encouraged, the side he had been struggling to keep contained.

“It’s ok, Paulie, do what you need to. Not allowing the pollen to run its course through you will only make it more painful and prolong the pro…” he (or the pollen) wouldn’t let you finish, and his arms wrapped around you and lifted you onto his desk. Your gasp was a mix between the sudden movement and the pleasure of his bare skin against yours.

“Pau…,” you were cut off again, but this time by his lips pressed into yours. Lips that were sun-chapped but tasted lightly of the coconut lip balm everyone used on dock one. You gave a surprised and almost squeaky moan at finally feeling his lips on yours. His moan was more like a growl.

Paulie’s mind was racing with the chastising thoughts he had about his behaviour, but he now knew that he was beholden to what the pollen needed him to do. He hoped for once, to end it quickly so he could get his faculties back in control.

“Know that I am very sorry for what I am about to do,” he pulled his lips away long enough to speak, then returned to the practically feral kiss.

One of his arms wrapped around you tightly as his other free hand lined himself up to your entrance. You briefly pulled your lips from the kiss you were enjoying way too much.

“I want you to fuck me Paulie,” you tried to play it off as trying to relieve him of his guilt, but you were practically begging.You had fantisized about him enough that you were wet just anticipating your skin against his.

He tried his best to insert into you slowly, but once his tip touched your wet cunt, he quickly thrust in. It was hard enough to briefly knock the breath out of you, but recovered quickly with a moan that matched his.

You had the briefest of moments to internally chuckle at this poor man. His eyes were clenched shut and his head turned slightly away. If it was anyone else, you’d be offended but you knew Paulie had a very difficult time with lust, intimacy, and the female form.

Whatever you imagined in your self-pleasing fantasies, he felt divinely better than that. Your walls molded to his form and held tightly as he began to firmly thrust.

Paulie was so embarrassed at the situation he inadvertently put you in. He knew he couldn’t look at you while he unceremoniously fucked you in his office. You felt soooooo good though. It was like you were a perfect fit for him and he didn’t want this to end.

His strong, calloused hands firmly gripped your hips, making sure he would get maximum thrust and you wrapped your legs around his hips to help him get as deep as your body would allow.

You were already making sweet noises of pleasure only spurring on his feral thrusting.He was in turn trying to contain his own moans all while his cheeks changed multiple shades of pink and red.

His eyes jutted open when he felt your fingers where your bodies were joined and he watched as you teased your clit as he railed you.

“Ah…shit…what are you doin?” he asked. He wasn’t dumb he knew exactly what you were doing but he was surprised at your boldness. Most women he had been with were not as…forward as you had been.If he didn’t have an aphrodisiac pollen coursing through him right now he would be turned on, but he would never admit to it out loud.

“Hgmmm…helping…mmmm…the process,” your breath was getting lighter and you could feel the coil building in your abdomen.

“I…hmmmm..you feel…amazing,” he blurted out. His face was already red so it couldn’t get any redder, instead he scrunched his face up in shame of not being able to contain his internal thoughts. His moans were turning into panting and his hips were becoming erratic.

“Hgmmm…so do you, fuck…harder…I’m gonna cum,” you whined as you reached both hands behind you to hold the desk for leverage.

“Ah…fuck…shit…me too,” he groaned while he practically slammed his hips into you as he felt your walls tighten around him as you reached your climax. His groan turned into a growling bellow as you felt him release, hard. His hips rocked while he tried to empty fully into you. You took the chance to catch your breath.

“Is it better?” you asked, voice a little hoarse.

His hips still rocking, but he wasn’t softening. He looked a little concerned when he realized he was still rock hard.

“My mind is clearer, but…I’m still hard,” his tone was almost apologetic.

You sat up on your elbows and gave him a sweet smile.

“It’s alright, we can go as long as you need to in order to clear this from your system,”  you offered as you gently placed your hand over his that rested on your hip.

“I…I don’t want to make you…”

“You’re not, Paulie. I want to do this for you,” you said, cheeks blushing.

“Alright. Again, I’m so sorry.”

He really was cute when he was a little humiliated. You sat fully up, which forced him out of you and you could feel his release dripping from you.

“Will you let me try something?” you asked a little unsure.

He hesitated, opened his mouth to say something then stopped. He thought for a moment, “Yeah.”

You scooted forward off his desk, forcing him backwards. His cum was now dripping down your leg, but you didn’t care. You wanted to help your poor boss. You took his hand and he looked at you a bit confused, but his fingers slightly curled into yours. You weren’t sure he was even aware he did it. You walked him to his chair behind the desk and nudged him to sit.

“What are you trying to do?” he asked hesitantly. He wasn’t scared or even untrusting, he was just clueless on what you were doing. His cock bounced as he plopped into the seat and you thought about sucking on it for a bit. How you wanted to hear the sounds he’d make. With the knowledge you had on these types of pollen “highs” they had to release in a vagina and not a mouth to relieve the symptoms.

His eyes practically bugged out of his head as you straddled his lap, placed his hands on your hips and slowly lowered yourself on to him. His hands instantly squeezed your hips in an almost painful grip. He immediately shut his eyes since you were so close to his face. You had to chuckle a little at him.

“Paulie…open your eyes,” you asked softly. He felt so good inside you and you just wanted to sit there for as long as he would allow you, but you wanted to get him relief.

“You’re face is so close. I…” he stammered, but you shushed him before he could continue.

“Trust me…please?” you practically pouted.

He took a deep breath and shivered as he twitched inside you. “I trust you,” he said as he slowly opened his eyes.

You held his chin in your fingers and could see how blown his pupils were. You moved one of his hands up your side to cup your breast. He tried to jerk his head away, but you tightened your grip on his chin and he let out a whimper.You felt your walls quickly and briefly clench around him at that and he certainly noticed too.

“Did that just…turn you on?” he asked surprisingly coherently.

You bit your lip and ground your hips, “Uh, huh”

He gulped and moaned as your hips moved. His hand began to massage your breast, fighting to not hurt you in his current state. His calloused finger grazed your nipple which made you jump at the stimulation, but the moan you let out gave him the courage to have a firmer touch. His free hand slid behind and got a firm handful of your ass.

You watched as his eyes rolled up as you began to slowly ride him, his pleasured moans and gasps spurred you to go faster. His hand on your ass, helped to lift you.

Although he had already kissed you, he wasn’t quite in his right mind. This time he seemed to have more control and conscious thought. You pressed your lips to his and the moan he let out sizzled through your whole body, letting out your own. This kiss was filled with unresolved passion, not feral like before. He hesitated slightly as his tongue licked your lips for permission and you welcomed him. His hands shifted and held you as if he never wanted to let you go, letting his body speak when he was too embarrassed to say the words.

Your arms wrapped around him and your hands played in his pale golden locks.His hips began to trust up into you as you moved down on him.

The two of you stayed like this for what felt like forever, but you relished every second. He seemed to be more confident in his affection, even just for this moment in time. He was surprised at your ease of accommodating him and your boldness to take charge. He felt comfortable in your arms.

You felt no rush to finish and it seemed he didn’t either. Not much was said between you two for a while, just your bodies pressed together releasing all the pent up passion you refused to say to each other and savor the feeling of this moment. His lips moved to your neck, then shoulder. He was becoming bolder and gave the muscle a tender bite as your fingers practically pulled a chunk of his hair out. You matched deep moans as you felt the coil build again and quickened your hips. He followed along and held you firmly as he increased his thrusts.

“Paulie..there…yes..I’m…” was what you got out before your moans overtook you and you clenched around him.

“Shit…yes…me too,” he said before you felt his release inside you. His face buried in the cook of your neck, holding you close in his strong arms.

Time seemed to slow as you both came down from your orgasms. You held each other, catching your breath, enjoying your skin pressed together. Feeling each other's hearts beat, fingers hesitantly dancing along each other's skin.

You almost pouted as you felt him soften inside you, but relieved he was no longer in pain.

“Th…thank you,” he whispered into your neck.

“You’re welcome,” you replied sincerely and tried to move but his arms held you still for a few moments longer then released you.

Your eyes met for a split second before he blushed and turned his head away.

“I’ll tell the guys you’re sick and walk you home to change,” he quietly said as you got up and looked for something to clean up with.

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine. Just need to rest for a few minutes and some water,” you replied as you looked at your ruined underwear.

“But…I ruined your…” his ears were now turning red.

“Underwear,” you held them up, “I don’t need ‘em. It’s a hot day so it might feel good. Do you have a towel or something?” you smirked.

He stood and grabbed his t-shirt, “I have more shirts.”

You took it and began to wipe yourself off and handed it back to him when you were done. He took it and cleaned himself up. Before he could grab his boxers, you snatched them and put them on. You laughed out loud at the shocked look on his face.

“I changed my mind. You’ll just have to walk me back home after work and I’ll give ‘em back,” you said with a devilish grin.

“Uummm…I…no need to be a hussy,” he stammered out as he pulled his pants up and you zipped up your bra. His “insult” held no weight, it was almost playful, but his face was his blushing stoic self.

“You like it though,” you shrugged and put your overalls on.

“This is going to make it difficult to train you. I feel guilty,” he confessed.

You walked up to him and handed him his goggles, “Would it be easier if you took me out to dinner? And I mean the more practice we get the easier it will be,” you lightly ran your fingers down his chest and he placed his hand over yours.

“I would like to take you out to dinner. As for the practice part, only if that is what you want.”

“Tomorrow after shift, pick me up at 8. We’ll see how the night goes,” you replied and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll see you down at the docks. I’ll pick you up a water on the way,” you said as you headed out the door. Your heart was beating faster at the prospect of a proper date.

“Tomorrow at 8, done,” he replied, as he threw on a shirt and hurried to follow you out.

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What is happening, oh my fucking lord?!!! I haven’t even watched the anime and I have no idea how I ended up reading some very... interesting Nanami Kento x reader fics. And when I say interesting, you know what I mean... we all know each other here, hehehe. Anyway, I think I’ve got myself a new fictional husband <3<3<3 (Oh, the sweet-dom domestic sexuality of that man...) Like I said, I don’t even know him yet but... OMG. What. A. GUY!!!!!

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In Progress stuff

Pffft guysssss... I **try** to finish stuff, but it’s impossible XD I keep getting new ideas and end up leaving half of them in progress, ahem. Also, I write soooo slowly... Writing in one language and then translating it gives me a million headaches, and it's really not efficient. I’ve tried writing directly in English, but all the poetic, pretty stuff comes to me in the language my parents taught me <3. Anyway! I had to make myself a board to stay organized (yeah, I know, I know.. it’s ugly). But d not fret!! Now that summer’s coming and I’ll hav more free time, I have hope!!

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Who's your Daddy? (Beckman Is)

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Who's your Daddy: Benn Beckman Length: 500 Words You are not good with words.

Aboard the Red Force, somewhere between nowhere and trouble…

The sun spilled across the deck in lazy sheets of gold. The ocean stretched out in every direction, glittering like a drunk god had scattered diamonds across it. The crew lounged in their usual post-job glory, half-drunk and wholly obnoxious. Meat sizzled on a spit. Ale sloshed over the rims of wooden mugs. Shanks was already barefoot and grinning, daring someone to arm wrestle him using only their toes.

You had your boots up on a crate, pretending to read a logbook while quietly timing how long it would take before someone started a drinking contest, a shouting match, or a spontaneous musical number involving a barrel and a mop.

It began, as most disasters did on this ship, with Lucky Roux.

He sat cross-legged beside the fire pit, chewing on something suspiciously shiny and waving a turkey leg like a gavel.

“Alright. Serious question. No lying. No thinking. Just gut reaction.”

Yasopp groaned. “That’s never once ended well.”

Roux grinned, looking around at the crew. “Who’s your daddy?”

Someone shouted, “The sea!” Another offered, “Shanks!”

Laughter rippled across the deck.

And without hesitation, without thought, without any self-preservation whatsoever, you replied aloud.

“Beckman.”

The world stopped moving.

Silence dropped like an anchor. A fork clattered to the floor. A barrel stopped mid-roll. Even the gull circling overhead gave up and flew away.

You blinked. Your mouth was still slightly open. Your soul tried to climb out through your spine.

Across the deck, Benn Beckman looked up from cleaning his rifle. His expression didn’t change, but the raise of his brow was slow and deliberate. It was the kind of expression that caused earthquakes in bureaucracies. He was watching you now.

Shanks nearly fell over.

“Beckman?!” he coughed. “Seriously? What the hell!”

You scrambled for cover. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant authority. Like… command structure. You know. Leadership.”

Yasopp lost it completely. “Oh no. Don’t even try to walk that back.”

“You said it like it was burned into your DNA,” Roux cackled.

Shanks pointed accusingly. “I’m literally your captain. What does he even have that I don’t?”

“Dignity,” someone muttered from the rigging.

You covered your face. “I hate this ship. I hate all of you.”

Beckman stood. It wasn’t dramatic. He moved the way he always did, with the weight of quiet inevitability. The crew parted as he walked, still snickering. You were considering diving overboard.

He stopped in front of you.

“You know,” he said, voice low and maddeningly calm, “if I actually were your daddy, you wouldn’t be allowed to talk to me the way you do.”

Your soul left your body.

Somewhere behind you, Shanks screamed.

Beckman’s smirk widened just slightly as he turned and walked away, the sea breeze tugging at the edge of his coat like it was proud to know him.

The crew erupted. The teasing was immediate and merciless. Yasopp dubbed you “Little Miss Beckman” on the spot. Shanks protested so loudly that the figurehead vibrated.

You didn’t live it down for the rest of the month.

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Smol Kid sketches based on different scenarios 🌷

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Buggy certainly likes (not that he'll admit it)

I would like to know which of Red Haired Pirates convinced Shanks that his fuckass pants were good idea

Why they were playing dress to impress in two years' time skip

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just got to water seven and fell in love with this wet cat

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I'm a proud Andalusian, but when it was still 33°C at 9:30 pm yesterday… and 30°C in my room at midnight… I just wanted to be on Drum Island. It's so freaking hot, guys, there's no way to sleep like this. And AC isn't an option, it messes up my throat. I thought I'd never say this but... Kuzan, hug me 🥹

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my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

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@pandora-writes-one-piece wifey!! Editing

editing is just you vs. past-you in a duel of questionable comma placement and emotional instability

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i promise your story is going somewhere. even if it currently lives in a google doc called 'aaaaaaaaaaaaa_finalfinal.docx'

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So I've been watching Water 7