(lmao I was given an idea and decided to go for it. I had fun writing Shanks as a teen boy.)
pt 1 + pt 2 + pt 3 + pt 4 + pt 5 + pt 6 + pt 7 + pt 8 + pt 9 + pt 10 + pt 11 + pt 12 + pt 13 + pt 13.5 + pt 14 + pt 15
pt 8
It wasn't Buggy and his captain that came through the door this time but someone else. A boy around Sunny's age with red hair and a strawhat on his head. He was with someone needing work done by Miss Pins, of course, why else would anyone come to the shop?
Sunny greeted them as she was told to do, asking what they needed help with as her boss came from the backroom. Just pants needing to be mended, length hemmed, and pockets needing to be fixed. Pants that have seen better days.
She looked at the boy who seemed to be watching her curiously. At this point Sunny was used to it.
"Do you need work done as well?" She asked politely. He shook his head, grinning widely as he leaned on the counter.
"How about you give me a tour of the town?" He asked. Sunny looked at him funny before looking back at her boss who was reaching for her shotgun.
"I have work to do."
"Aw, well, what about after?" He asked. Sunny didn't want to do that either.
"I'm busy."
"Doing what?"
"Work." She told him as she flipped through a few pages of the ledger, looking for the Captain's name as Miss Pins took down details of what he wanted. Sunny glanced at the boy again. He was leaning on the counter, grinning at her. What was with boys her age? Why were so many of them dumb? She found the Captain's name. "I have a boyfriend."
"Oh really?" He grinned. "Where is he? I bet he's some wimpy Marine."
Sunny shot him a look. "He's a pirate. Now if you're done bothering me I have things to do."
She walked away after that, not bothering to look behind her as she went to the backroom. Why did she say she had a boyfriend? Nothing was official with her and Buggy, they... They were just friends. Friends who liked each other. He was a friend who she held hands with and kissed his cheek and she was wondering if she was falling in love with him.
Ohhh she wished Buggy would show up and scare the boy off. She didn't want to deal with this for a week.
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He showed up the next day nearing the end of her shift and Sunny ignored him. He even introduced himself, saying his name was Shanks. She intentionally didn't tell him her name but when one of Miss Pins' assistants called for her, it was all over. The dumb boy knew her name now.
"Wanna get some food when you're done for the day?" Shanks asked with a grin. "I bet you know all the best places to eat."
"No." She told him firmly. "I'm not interested."
"Aw, c'mon, we can just be friends! It doesn't have to be a date!" He insisted. Sunny rolled her eyes.
"I'm not interested in being friends either!" She told him. "Besides, my boyfriend could show up any minute. I would rather spend time with him, got it?"
"Where's your boyfriend then?"
"I told you, he's a pirate."
"And? What's his name?" Shanks grinned. "Maybe I've met him."
Sunny looked over at him with a frown. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell him Buggy's name, but at the same time she didn't want him to know more than he had to. She sighed.
"His name is Buggy."
The look on Shanks' face was of shock, confusion, and sadness, one after the other. Sunny had never seen someone change expressions that fast. The boy leaned on the table, smiling half heartedly at her.
"Blue hair? Red nose?"
Sunny blinked and nodded. "Yea."
"How's he doing? We used to be on the same crew."
Sunny looked surprised. "Really?" She paused, thinking back to when she first met Buggy, how hurt he had been. He only told her so much, about losing his captain, his friend, and his sister so quickly. He never mentioned names but she wondered if Shanks was the friend he referred to.
"He's doing well. I see him every few months." Sunny told him. "I last saw him a few months ago. He's smiling more."
"Yea? I'm glad." He grinned. "So, he got himself a girlfriend. That's something I didn't expect."
Sunny felt her face grow warm. "Okay, I may have lied a little bit. We... Aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. I just said that to have you back off."
"Ohhh, so what you're saying is you're single?" He grinned.
"N-No! We-We still spend time together when he visits and- and you know, if I tell you to leave me alone you should just do it, you pest!"
"I'm just being friendly!" He laughed. Sunny huffed in annoyance. "So, you two kiss yet?"
"Excuse me?!" Sunny turned red. "What is wrong with you? Why would you ask that?!"
"I'm just curious what he's been up to! I don't know if I believe a pretty girl like you would be friends with Buggy."
"Well we are, okay?! For a year!" She shot back, turning redder. This boy was getting under her skin. Normally something like this didn't bother her but he certainly was. "And I care a lot about him even if we aren't dating."
"So are you going to kiss him?" Shanks grinned. Sunny covered her face with her hands and shook her head.
"Why are you asking me that?! I don't even know how he feels about me!"
"Aw, I bet he likes you." Shanks reached out for her and she started to take a step back. "That necklace you got on. Did he give it to you?"
"Y-Yes." Sunny told him as she touched it. It was a little too clunky to wear sometimes but Sunny liked the weight of it. The pedant was a locket, the design on the front of some kind of sea king. Buggy said he found it and wanted her to have it. He didn't have a picture of himself to put inside it so he just wrote his name on a piece of paper and stuck it inside.
"See, the Buggy I know wouldn't normally let go of fancy things like that, but I'm betting after a year he's changed." Shanks grinned. "He must like you if he gives you things like that."
"You think so?" Sunny lifted the pendant up to look at it. "Really?"
"Yea! So you should definitely kiss him next time you see him." Shanna insisted. "Let him know you're serious! He's probably too scared to say anything. He's never had a girl as pretty as you around him."
Sunny wasn't sure if he was trying to flirt with her while also encouraging her to date his old friend. Maybe she should tell Buggy how she felt. If he didn't feel the same way then fine, she just would be sure not to be in the shop any time after that. But if he did...
"What do I even say to him?" She asked Shanks. "I've never done this before."
"As far as I know he hasn't either." Shanks told her. "And you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen and I bet you he thinks the same, so next time you see him just give him a kiss and see what happens."
That seemed... Like an okay plan. Sunny just wasn't sure when she'd see Buggy again.
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Bucktommy-missing scene: 7x09-265 words
They sit back at their table, the only ones there for the moment. Chim follows them.
"So he was calling you a-" Buck says slowly as they sit down.
"Yep," Tommy says, popping the 'p.' "Thanks, Howie. You didn't have to do that."
Chimney shrugs, grabbing a piece of food off his plate and popping it into his mouth. "I wasn't sure he knew about you, but you guys aren't exactly subtle, so I thought it was better safe than sorry. Also it was safer than punching him in the face."
"Hey!" Buck protests. "I have not grabbed his ass once today, thank you very much."
"I saw you guys making out in your jeep on my way in."
Tommy snorts and Buck can feel the heat suffuse his cheeks. "Have you seen him, Chimney?"
Tommy says "Evan, for goodness sake-" and Buck shoots him a wink, glad he's managed to get that Gerrard-related look off his face.
"Not my type, Buckaroo," Chim says as he eyes Maddie talking to Athena. "But you do you."
"I will, thank you," Buck says primly. He glances at Tommy a little uncertainly because he'd like to kiss him, but he also doesn't want to put Tommy in any weird spots with Gerrard just having done what he did.
He needn't have worried. Tommy leans forward and plants a sweet kiss on his mouth.
"Ugh," Chimney fake-gags. "You guys are gross. I'm gonna go kiss my wife."
"Bye," Buck says, not taking his eyes off Tommy, who's eyeing him with an expression of affection and fondness. Buck loves that look.
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NSFT Alphabet: MK1 Johnny Cage Edition
A/N: Wrote this to hold you Johnny girls (gender neutral) over until I finish that smut 😙 Plus, I find writing these Alphabets for a character in preparation to write full-fledged smut for them is very helpful in capturing accurate characterization. It's almost like a writing exercise. I've written three different ones so far and I tried to keep them in character, if that makes sense. Like, I tried putting their personality and language in it. Okay, enjoy.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Talking. So much talking. But, honestly, did you expect anything else? As he’s pulling out, as he’s carrying you to the shower, as you’re washing his hair. And when it inevitably leads to shower sex, he’s talking then too. You’ll never meet a man who loves the sound of his own voice more than Johnny Cage.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
Uh, how ‘bout the artillery canons strapped to his arms? C’mon, I mean, who wouldn’t want a ticket to the gun show?
Face. Is saying your face too cliche? Hear him out! You want specifics? He can do specifics! He likes the dimples that pop in your cheeks when he finally gets you to laugh at one of his jokes, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when he’s pissed you off, the adorable way your nose scrunches up when he does that one thing with his tongue that drives you crazy. See? Specifics!
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Pull out game…very weak. Embarrassingly weak, actually. He swears he’s never had this problem before. His ability to pull out in the nick of time has always been something he’s prided himself on. However, he vastly underestimated just how good you’d feel. He’s clean, you’re clean, and, hey! You both prefer the feeling of hitting it raw, the way nature intended it. However, your pussy’s like wet kryptonite. And he’s only a man. A very awesome man, but a man nonetheless. So birth control it is! Or, if you’re turned off by all the side effects, he can be talked into a vasectomy. It’s either that or give up the sweet, sweet embrace of your walls when he’s balls deep.
On second thought, that vasectomy sounds pretty tempting. It is reversible, right?
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Johnny would leak his own sex tape. Plain and simple. He’d leak it from a burner account and watch the chaos ensue. There’s no shame in his game. Hey, it’s ranked the Number 1 Celebrity sex tape for a reason.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Is this even a question? Actors, singers, models, directors, producers. He’s THE Johnny Cage, Hollywood royalty. He’s fucked actual royalty. You’re in good hands—as long as he cares about you. If you’re a random hookup, then he’s not really working for your pleasure here. You’ll definitely cum, but it’s mainly a pit stop on his way to the finish line.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
Reverse cowgirl. Johnny’s an ass man, through and through. He loves fucking up into you and watching your ass ripple with both of your movements. And he loves holding onto you. Big hands grabbing your waist, hips, thighs, and especially your ass. He also loves seeing you both in action. So reverse cowgirl + some artfully placed full-length mirrors = Him wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing at your clit, and forcing you to watch yourself as you desperately grind against him, AKA Heaven.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Oh, c’mon. It isn’t like him to be serious in any situation. He’s gotta slip a joke in every now and then. Get it? Slip a joke in?
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Wax on, wax off, baby. Smoother than a seal. Or, uh, some other sexy, hairless animal. You mourn when he waxes his happy trail.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
You’ll be surprised by how charming he can be. It’s not all jokes and great orgasms. It’s also loving touches, reverent compliments, and amazing orgasms.
J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
He’s got a healthy libido and a pretty stacked schedule, so sometimes a quick introduction between his hand and mini Johnny can’t be helped. But he’s also got a smoking hot girlfriend (you), so jerking off by himself is a rare occurrence.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Exhibitionism. What can he say? He’s a performer at heart and he loves an audience. But nothing crazy, just your average celebrity having sex on a yacht that’s in full view of the paparazzi. Or the occasional jerking off with you telling him how fast or slow to go. Oh, and you can’t forget about the sex tapes. Man, with the amount of videos he has of the two of you going at it, he could start an archive. You two have definitely ended up on the cover of TMZ and the front page of Twitter.
Voyeurism. But only for you. He’s enthralled by anything you do, including how many of your much smaller fingers will you stuff inside yourself to replicate the feeling of him stretching you wide. It usually leads to you begging for him to touch you, something else he’s in love with. Nothing wrong with a little hands-on audience participation.
Dirty talk. Normally, dirty talk is kind of basic to any old romp in the hay, but Johnny, being Johnny, puts his own Cage flair on it. Those corny oneliners somehow translate to the perfect thing to say to get you hot. He’s like Shakespear, if Shakespear was good-looking and not a virgin. You know what they say: everything sounds better when you’re horny. Who says that? Uh…
Fighting/Sparing which always leads to blood play. Winning a match gets Johnny’s blood pumping. The adrenaline of escaping death and the crowd hyping him up. And the crux of it all is you who happens to get especially wet when he comes to you covered in blood, grinning with a glint in his eyes that’s poorly hidden behind his blood-speckled sunglasses (a glint that many may describe as mania). And it certainly goes the other way. Watching you kick ass makes him harder than a diamond. Sparing together is a no-brainer that leads to fucking on his gym floor, or, honestly, wherever you two fall. Lui Kang must regret making you two his champions in this timeline with how often he’s walked in on you two. Offering to let him join probably doesn’t soften the blow, but, hey, it’s only polite.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
In his mansion. In one of his lavish beds, or pressed up against the wall-length windows. In his Bentley or in the back of his limo. He’s a big fan of fingering you under the table at an award show and then fucking you in a bathroom at said award show when he should definitely be on stage presenting. For whatever reason, walking the red carpet always gets him worked up. And going to the club together always ends with you riding him in the VIP section.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Such a complex question for a man with complex taste. I’m joking, Johnny is so easy. It’s actually ridiculous how easily you turn him on. Laugh at his joke, hard. Complement his acting or fighting, hard. Running your fingers through his hair/scratching his scalp, hard. Feel him up/tease him in any context, hard. You’re covered in blood after a win, hard, hard, rock hard.
“Are you King Midas? Cuz you make me hard with just one touch.”
“That one was actually kinda clever.”
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing too gross. He’s all for sloppy, messy sex, but he has to draw the line somewhere. There’s nasty 👁🫦👁 and there’s n a s t y 👁👄👁.
He likes to tease/do the opposite of what you say, but if you’re not 100% on board with what he’s doing, then he’s stopping it then and there. Remember: there’s nothing sexier than explicit consent!
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Preferred to receive before he started dating you, and only ever had the urge to go down on someone if he had been drinking before. After you started dating, he definitely loved it whenever you gave him head, but he didn’t realize how much pleasure he could get from giving you pleasure.
He loves sloppy head, giving and receiving, so if you weren’t wet before, you definitely will be after he gets his mouth on you.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on when and where you’re doing it. And if you two are “allowed” to be doing it in said place.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Big fan of the guy who came up with the idea of quickies, enough said.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
C’mon. He’s the leading source of your sex tapes getting leaked. I mean, how do you think the paps keep finding you in compromising positions? A little tip-off to them while you take his tip, ha!
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
It’s like he runs off horsepower, good God. If you’re trying to go until he’s tired out, it’s gonna be a couple of rounds until then.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He’s a fan of dildos. Specifically, watching you fuck yourself with one. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you want me.” And show him, you do. God, you know how to put on a show. But you shouldn’t have to settle for some random dildo. You’re with the Cage man, and he would get a mold of his dick made for you. And they say he’s not romantic.
Strap-on. That’s it. And he takes it well ;).
Remote-controlled vibrators, for you and him. Hell, let’s make a game out of it. See who can last the longest in public, there are no losers!
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
His version of teasing is doing the opposite of what you said to do. You want him to speed up? He’s slowing down and making sure you feel every inch inside you. Oh, keep his hands above his head? You gonna make him? He’s a total brat, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date him.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heh, yeahhh. He’s real loud. Moans, groans, screams, whimpers. You name it, he’s doing it. It’s the performer in him. And because he knows you like how he sounds.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
Tattoos? Sexy as hell. If you were to ever get his name tattooed on you (preferably a tramp stamp), then you might as well start planning what flowers you want in your bouquet. I could see him getting your name tattooed on him too. Probably on his pelvis, in the middle of his v-line. In case anyone ever needs a reminder of who his dick belongs to.
Type of guy to dedicate a Mortal Kombat match to you, and then lose. Ah, I’m joking. He’d beat his opponent’s ass all because you promised him victory sex if he won and he doesn’t take victory sex lightly.
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s got an 8.5–8.9 inch hog, shower not a grower. Little Johnny isn’t so little. There’s a reason he’s alright with doing full-frontal nudity if the scene calls for it. They’ve had to CG out his bulge in post-production in every Ninja Mime movie. It’s not his fault spandex happens to be the clingiest material known to man.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Higher than Mount Fuji. He’s a stallion in his prime with a gorgeous girlfriend. His spare time is filled with filling you. And you both tend to feed off of each other, so all it takes is for one of you to be the tiniest bit turned on, and then, boom! You’re both desperately grinding against each other in a supply closet. Ain’t that just the way?
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Depends. He’s kind of like a dog that needs to tire himself out before he can sleep.
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