#lime juice op

[manofbeskar]

i like you

[fbfh]

Imagine topping Leo in a chair?

LITERALLY love you for this. riding Leo in a chair is in like your top 5 favorite ways to ride Leo. your faces are so close together and he can feel every intimate rockwing bouncing squeeze of your tight juicy little hole gripping his throbbing cock like a vise. his eyes are so wide and his grip on your soft hips is nearly enough to leave pretty little fingertip bruises polkadotting your thighs (which he's obsessed with) and your hips (which he's also obsessed with) and your ass (are you sensing a pattern here????) and god everything you do drives him crazy but CHRIST the way you hold his face so sweetly in your pretty hands, so innocent and tender while simultaneously milking his cock for all he's got. and he'll give it to you. Leo will let you ride him in that chair that he can't look at after that without going half mast. he'll let you ride him until he's shooting blanks, until both of your cum drips on the floor, mixing in messy creamy beautiful puddles. Leo will throw his head back in pleasure, panting, chest heaving and giving you the best view of his perfect neck that's just begging to be covered in hickeys and bites. Leo will let you ride him in a chair until he passes out. can't walk. pounding down gatorade and liquid iv to try and rehydrate. and he'll thank you for it.

[wonderlands-ass]

I think I'm funny

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hiiiiii viiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!! Hope your doing just lovely💗💗💗💗❤❤❤❤❤❤. Last fic you wrote for me was so good thank you again your the best.!!!!😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭💋💋💋💋 I was again wondering if I could please request the same type of reader(fem pls) from last time x red hair pirates again but in a different scenario it could anything from fluff/cute or angst just anything.

Thank you so much 💋💋💋😭😭🥺🥺. Have a super duder amazing day!!!!!❤💗❤❤💗❤💗

~🍮 anon~

Red Haired Pirates x Fem ! Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: Red Haired Pirates and Female Reader

A / N: Hey Puddin !! I'm glad you're requesting from me again !! I'm always happy to write for the red haired sillies LOL. I hope you have an amazing day as well <33 Also , you can call me Vin or Vix ! Sorry that this is a lot shorter than normal !! I hope you still enjoy <3

It was another casual day on the Red Force. Everyone was either chilling or playing games. You were in the kitchen , swaying your hips to a song you were whistling. You had found another recipe that you wanted to try out. It happened to be a chocolate mousse cake with a smooth exterior.

You hummed some sea shanties as you sprinkled unflavored gelatin powder over a small dish filled with water. While waiting for the gelatin to become gelatinous and clear , you heated a pot of heavy cream just until it started steaming. When the gelatin 'bloomed' , you whisked it into the heavy cream.

While you were whisking , the door to the kitchen was pushed ajar. You didn't bother to look over since you knew they weren't gonna bother you. You checked the mixer to see if the cream came out as stiff peaks , which it did. You smiled while you whipped egg whites along with cream of tartar and sugar to create a fluffy meringue.

From behind you , you heard a gruff voice speak to you. "Are you making some kind of fluffy cake ?" It was the captain of the ship himself , Red Haired Shanks. The two mixes you made were individually folded into the bowl of chocolate you set aside a bit ago. To fold , you used a rubber spatula to gently run it around the mousse and through.

"I'm making a Chocolate Mousse cake !" You responded cheerily. You continued folding the batter around until it was the perfect consistency. You poured it into the cake platter and pushed it into the already preheated oven. You turned to your captain and brought the rubber spatula to his lips. "Here , try it ! It's a new recipe that I wanted to try out." As your words slipped past your lips , his tongue trailed along the utensil.

"Sweetheart , this is delicious !" He laughed heartily and took the spatula from your hand to finish it. "Thank you , Shanks !" His laugh was contagious. Because of that fact , it caused you to laugh along with him.

"Lucky wanted to know if ya needed any help in here , but it don't seem like you need any lil missy." He patted your head , ruffling your (color) locks. Your smile widened as you pulled him into a hug.

"Oh ! When you're done , Beck says he has a surprise for ya." Shanks spoke smoothly , placing his arm around your smaller waist. "Ooh ! I have the timer going , so can I come now ?!" You asked , stars lighting up in your doe like eyes.

"Of course !" He pulled away from your embrace and gently pushed you towards the door. "Hey , Beck ! Lil Missy wants to see her surprise !" Shanks shouted from across the deck to his first mate.

"I'm right here , Shanks. There's no need to shout for me." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The gray haired man stepped out of the shadows and stood next to you and the captain. Shanks' brown eyes met with Benn's black ones. The one armed man chuckled and stumbled away from you as Benn walked towards you. He handed you a small , black bag.

"Here. We feel bad that we ruined one of your other bathing suits , so we pitched in and got you some new ones. Along with that perfume that you said you liked. Yasopp also got you a necklace with your name engraved on it." As he said that , he showed you the red heart pendant that said 'Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates' on the back.

As you read it , you huffed. "Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates ??" Cue some laughs erupting from the crew who now surrounded the two of you. Despite your initial embarrassment from the necklace , you looked back at them with tears filling your eyes.

The crew started panicking. You heard variations of 'we didn't mean to hurt you' and stuff like that. You laughed and held the bag close to your chest. "Thank you , everyone. I appreciate it." Your smile could replace the sun , according to them. It was so bright and so sweet that it made them question how you were even a wanted criminal in the first place.

Benn patted your back gently and gave you a soft smile. "Glad you like it , doll." Your face burned a bit , but you just smiled kindly at him. "Why don't we have a party for our little missy ?!" You heard your captain yell. You turned your (color) eyes towards his direction and noticed him slamming down bottles of alcohol. The crew cheered and basically all yelled 'hell yeah !'

---

Though the party raged on , you had to retreat to the kitchen to check on your dish. You combined the layers together and waited for it to cool on the stove. You sat on the counter and huffed. As much as you loved the boys , they could be a bit too rowdy for you sometimes.

Being in the kitchen by yourself gave you the quiet time you needed to rejuvenate. Your eyes turned to the door as you heard it crack open. Your eyes met with playful brown ones. "Oh , hey Yasopp !"

"What up , missy ?" He replied , closing the door behind him. "Whatcha doin' in here ? The party is out there." He walked over to your side and stared down at you , his smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh ! I was finishing up this chocolate mousse cake ! And I needed a bit of quiet time. Hope I didn't upset you guys too much !" As if to make up for it , you kissed his chin. He laughed and slung an arm around your shoulder. "You didn't upset us ! We were worried aboutcha." He shrugged and put his large hand on your smaller head.

"I'm sorry , I didn't mean to worry you guys . ." A hint of sadness coated your voice. This made Yasopp feel horrible. He panicked and smiled nervously. "No , fuck. That's not what I meant. Forget what I said. Did ya make the cake for us ?" He asked in an attempt to change the topic. It worked. It seemed like you had completely forgotten what he said previously.

"Yeah ! I hope I made it big enough. Wanna try a piece ?" You asked as you began cutting slices into it. You pulled a piece off and placed it onto a clean plate. "Only if ya feed it to me !" He laughed and placed his rifle on the table.

You nodded and got a fork from the drawer next to the cabinet. You took a piece off of the cake and placed it towards his lips. "Say ah ~" He opened his mouth and you gently placed the slice on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the fork and made a noise of satisfaction.

"You're gonna feed him and not me ?? Wow , Sweetheart. I'm - HIC - I'm offended !" You heard from the doorway. Your head snapped over to find the source of the voice , Shanks. He had clearly drunken too much. You swore that he would find any chance he could to drink.

"Oh , come on ya oaf. I'll feed you too." You handed the plate to the blonde , who gratefully accepted the offer. He picked his weapon up from the table and walked outside with a smile on his face.

You cut a piece off for Shanks and fork fed him as well. "And what about us ??" You sighed and shook your head playfully as you noticed the line behind the red haired captain.

---

After cutting off slices and feeding everyone , you were exhausted. You sat against the door of the kitchen and watched everyone play around and sing loudly.

You shifted as you felt someone sit beside you. "Hey , Roux. Did ya enjoy the cake ?" You asked happily. "Is that even a question ? Definitely. You're the baker of the Red Haired Pirates , missy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He took a bite from the meat he had in his left hand and laughed.

"Of course ! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's a new recipe." You informed , taking a sip from the alcohol you had gotten earlier. "Really ? It was VERY good." He complimented while putting hid large hand on the small of your back.

"Aww !! Thanks !!" Your cheeks lit up a red shade from his compliment. You kissed his cheek and giggled softly. "Heyyy ! I want one too !!" You heard from a drunken crewmate. Another line . . Sigh.

---

After hugging and kissing everyone's chin or cheek , you were more tired. Without knowing , you ended up passing out on the deck.

---

You woke up in the women's quarters , accompanied by Beck and Shanks. You jumped out of bed and stared at them. "What are you two doing here ?"

Benn rolled to his side and yawned. "Mornin' sleepy head. You asked us to stay." You tilted your head at his words. "Yeah , you begged us to stay here with ya , Missy." Came the voice of Shanks from your right. You scratched your cheek from embarrassment.

"Fuck , sorry you two." You kissed both of their foreheads before you were dragged back down by Shanks.

"Now hush up and go back to sleep , Reader." Before you could complain , you heard light snoring from behind you. It was Shanks , of course. He was already out. You couldn't leave either , since both of them had their arms trapping you against the bed.

Eventually , you just let it happen. The smell of smoke , cologne , and alcohol have you a slight headache , but it lulled you back into sleep.

[hannahbarberra162]

Struck Twice By Lightning, Chapter 11

18+, MDNI

On Ao3

I linked the poem Shanks's toast comes from in the text of the chapter, but here it is again. It's from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

As you were kissing, Shanks stood up from the couch, holding you upright with his arm. You didn’t break the kiss for a moment, feeling too swept up in your emotions. He brought you to the bed, laying you down on your back with him on top of you. You broke away to get some needed air and Shanks took the opportunity to kiss your neck from bottom to top. You reached for his shirt and ripped it open, causing the only button to fly off somewhere. He peeled it off, now nibbling on your earlobe.

“Do you mean it?” Shanks whispered. You shuddered at the feeling of air tickling your ear. He kissed down your jaw.

“I do.” Once you made the proclamation, he kissed you passionately, rolling his tongue over yours. You responded in kind, kissing him back just as fiercely. You did love him, it was true, but nothing in life was guaranteed. You needed this moment in time with him now. You were removing your own shirt and pants as quickly as possible. You wanted to feel all of Shanks’s skin against your own. Shanks, however, was still half clothed and wasn’t moving to take anything else off.

“Shanks, please,” you pleaded. 

“Patience,” he husked. He kissed his way down your chest, pausing at each breast to lick and kiss. He made his way slowly down to your stomach, teasing you further. He parted your thighs with his hand, settling in between them. He gave a little love bite to the top of your thigh, then nuzzled into your pussy. He parted your lips and licked you in a large stripe from bottom to top, ending right before your clit. You groaned, wanting more. You tangled your hand in his hair, trying to guide him, but Shanks was unmoveable. He lapped at your entrance, tasting the juices you knew you were making. He delved his tongue into you, causing you to moan louder. It felt like he was trying to eat you from the inside out. He slurped and licked you until you were writhing on the bed, his arm holding you in place. 

It all felt incredible but you wanted more. Your legs jolted as he licked the tip of his tongue against your clit. He started alternatively gently sucking on your clit with strong strokes of the flat of his tongue. He took two of his fingers and rubbed them on your entrance, where his mouth had been moments before. 

“S-Shanks, please!” you begged again. Shanks hummed against your nub and pushed his fingers in, reaching for that spot within you. Finding the spongy area he was looking for, he stroked it while lapping at your clit. You felt your orgasm rising within you as he continued his ministrations, and he increased the tempo . He groaned into you when he felt your pussy pulsing around his fingers. He was grinding himself against the bed, stimulating himself to the taste of your pussy.. Your legs were shaking, you could feel yourself getting more tense as you got closer to release. Shanks sucked your clit gently into his mouth and your world narrowed to just you and him. You came and felt like you were falling into a never ending abyss. Shanks continued licking you through your high until you mewled at him to stop.

“I need you, Shanks, please.” You tried to reach for him but he stood on his knees to remove his pants. You couldn’t bear another moment without feeling him so you rose on your own to kiss him. You helped him remove his pants and pulled him back down on top of you. You wound your legs around his waist, still a little sensitive from coming moments ago. He lined himself up and slowly pushed into you until he was fully sheathed. It was wonderfully unbearable - his deliberate pace driving you absolutely wild.

“Tell me again,” Shanks murmured. If he had said it during any other time you’d had sex, you would have refused. But you felt so raw and connected in that moment that you couldn’t deny him.

“I love you.” Shanks pulled himself out until he was almost all the way out. He pushed himself back in slowly, causing you to arch your back. It was delicious torture to have Shanks make love to you. He started a leisurely rhythm allowing him to kiss you while pumping into you. You were roving your hands all over his back, feeling the broad expanse of muscle. He picked up his pace and hiked your legs over his shoulders. Leaning down over you, he began hitting your g-spot as he filled you completely. He licked his thumb and brought it down between you to gently rub your clit.

You were overwhelmed. Your emotions were running high, he was pounding your gspot, rubbing your clit while your dug your nails into whatever part of him you could reach, mostly his muscled thighs. You could feel your next orgasm brewing deep within you. 

“Shanks!” There were no other words to say, nothing else in the world, the only thing that mattered was this moment and the man about to bring you to climax. You could feel yourself fluttering around him. Shanks was in no hurry to meet his own pleasure, content to prolong yours for as long as he could.

“I love you, too.” Shanks repeated your words from earlier back to you and you came hard. Your world went white as you undulated under him. You felt waves of pleasure so strong you felt like you couldn’t hear or see. The sight must have encouraged Shanks because you felt him coming as well, pumping his seed into you. When he finished, he pulled out and looked down at you. You had dribbles of his come leaking out of you, and he used his fingers to push it back in. You were too sensitive to continue for at least a few minutes. 

“Please, I can’t right now, please.” In the aftershock of your orgasm, you clung to him, using his solid frame for a sense of security. He laid down next to you, sweaty and breathing hard. You curled up facing him and he put his arm around you and tugged, bringing you closer. After a few moments of catching your breath, he spoke.

“So that’s how I get you to be polite to me. I counted at least four ‘please’s” 

“If you treat me like that, of course I’ll be polite. I could ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’ you all day.” Your light banter was a break from the intensity of before. Shanks often used humor to avoid emotion, but this was a welcome opportunity for you as well. 

You reached out with your hands and delicately kissed his mouth. He kissed you back just as sweetly and you savored the moment. You broke the kiss and looked into his deep brown eyes, face still close enough you could feel his breath on you. Shanks had an expression of tenderness on his face. You gently traced the scarred marks on his face with your thumb. He took your hand and kissed the middle of your palm. He rolled over onto his back, bringing you with him onto your side.

You laid your head down on his chest, able to feel his breathing but not meeting his gaze. He trailed his fingertips gently up and down your spine, causing you to shiver. You did love him, it was true. You always checked the papers for news of him or his crew and read their updated wanted posters. You loved him but you’d finally scraped together a world for yourself that didn’t have him at the center of it. A part of you didn’t want to let that go, even for a second chance together.

You loved him. But that didn’t mean he was good for you, or that you would be staying with him. Being struck by lightning and surviving once was amazing enough - twice would be fatal. You lapsed into silence, thinking about the future and the repercussions of your actions, of your words.

“What are you thinking about, Ladybug?” Shanks said quietly near your ear. This time you didn’t object to him using your private nickname.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing always means something. Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.” You didn’t respond. It was easy for him to say, but it didn’t feel that way to you. You dozed off listening to his heart thrumming in his chest.

~~~

You were able to finish distilling the sake later that evening while the ship was in the process of docking at some island. Since Bonk Punch and Lime Juice were the original instigators behind this idea, you brought them down to the storehold where you were brewing to try it out. You poured a small amount into glasses for the three of you, and clinked them together. 

“What should we cheer for?” you asked. Lime Juice had already been putting the glass to his lips before he sheepishly stopped.

“To our Captain?” replied Bonk Punch.

“Hell no. He didn’t help with this at all,” said Lime Juice.

“I mean, you guys didn’t either. I did all the work,” you said shrugging. They looked at one another. Lime Juice whispered to Bonk Punch who nodded.

“To your return!” they cheered and you smiled. You didn’t know how true it was but you didn’t want to ruin their fun. The three of you clinked your glasses and tasted the sake.

“It’s incredible!” announced Bonk Punch.

“Amazing!” Lime Juice said, licking his lips and finishing off the taste. You rolled your eyes with a smile. You were familiar with the quality of brew they were used to, so it wasn’t surprising they liked it. However, it did feel good to have them complimenting your skills. It wasn’t the worst sake you’d ever made.

“It’s drinkable,” you told them, still smiling. “We can tap it tonight and share it with the crew on the island. You’re carrying it up the stairs.” You turned to go up to the top deck, leaving them to figure out how to carry it.

“What’s it called? Bonk’s brew?” Bonk Punch suggested.

“Lime Juice Juice?” supplied none other than the man himself.

“Those are actually better names than what Shanks and I landed on. It’s called ‘Shanks’s Goatee.” They chortled as you left, climbing the ladder up. 

~~~

It was already approaching night when you were able to get to the island. Bonk and Lime had brought the sake to a bonfire the crew had made but they were waiting for you to start drinking it. Of course, they had started drinking everything else they had on hand, but at least they waited for you to drink the sake.

“Hear, hear! Here’s our Mama!” yelled out Bonk. You really shouldn’t have given yourself that nickname. 

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe I’ll earn a better name tonight,” you said mischievously. You spotted Shanks sitting by the fire with an open shirt. You could see your own scratch marks marring his his chest. You went over and sat next to him on the log, your thigh touching his. 

“Shanks, close your shirt.” you quietly remarked to him. Everyone knew you two were involved but it was another matter to openly display it.

“I can’t. You tore off the button,” he replied casually, drinking his ale.

“Well, if you wore shirts that had more than one button this wouldn’t be a problem.”

“It isn’t a problem. I like seeing your marks on me. Maybe I’ll remove the buttons on all my shirts. Or you can.” He said suggestively. It made you smile, but Gods, he was annoying sometimes.

Cups of your sake were being passed around the campfire, everyone getting a very large shot full. The crew were waiting for Shanks to say something, chanting for him to give a toast.

Shanks stood up, raising his cup in silence. The crew raised theirs to match and waited on baited breath for their Captain’s toast. Shanks spoke deep and true, looking into your eyes while reciting.

O my beloved, may your glad to-morrows

Stretch out before you, endless as my sorrows;

Haste not away, I have but wine and you,

Yea! life is nought unless from you it borrows.

If the green world were wrapped in flaming hell,

If sun and stars from out their stations fell,

Still, merciless Beloved, would I stand

Firm in your path and ask you, "Is it well?"

For some have love, some gold, and some have fame,

But we have nothing, least of all a name,

Nothing but wine, yet ah! how much to say,

Nothing but wine—yet happy all the same.

How wonderfully has the day gone by!

If only when the stars come we could die,

And morning find us gathered to our dreams,—

Two happy solemn faces, and the sky.***

~~~

Aside from the impassioned and emotional toast, the rest of the night went about the same as you remembered. The crew drank heavily, took part in contests of physical strength, invited locals to join them, beat the locals in contests of physical strength, ate barbecue, gambled, and told stories to one another. Standard Red Pirate operating procedure. The drinking began at dusk and ended when they ran out of booze or the crew all passed out, whichever came first. 

Many hours later, the fire was still raging and the crew was still drinking. You still felt like you were hungover from the last time you drank so you were sipping on your third cup of sake. Shanks, however, was deep in his cups. He wasn’t acting drunk but you knew he was getting to that point. He was leaning against you, putting his head on your shoulder, and trying to get you onto his lap. 

“Come on, just for a minute,” the redhead pleaded with you.

“No way. If I sit on your lap for even a second, you’re not gonna let me off.” It had happened many times before.

“Not this time, I’ll be a good boy,” he pouted at you. Oh fuck, you didn’t realize he was that drunk. Once he wanted praise it was all downhill.. 

“No dice, pirate.” 

“I’m not a pirate, I’m your pirate. I even kept my wedding ring on until it was eaten.” Shanks drained another ochoko of sake.

“What tall tale are you talking about now?” You’d kept yours too but hadn’t worn it since you left.

“It was from saving Luffy, the sea king ate it with my arm.” Luffy must be that kid he gave Roger’s straw hat to. That was how he lost his arm? He saved a kid from a sea king? And he was wearing his ring? Why not rescue orphan puppies from a flaming building while he was at it? 

“Didn’t know you wore it after I left.”

“Always, until it was eaten. I’m gonna find that sea king one day and cut ‘em open. Get my ring back.” Shanks made a slicing motion in the air with his arm.

OK, Shanks was toasted. Glancing around, the rest of the crew was similarly incapacitated. Naturally, Beckman wasn’t, but he was flirting with a group of three women who were feeling his muscles. You gave Beckman a thumbs up and hiked it back, indicating you were happy for him but heading back to the ship. He smiled and nodded, turning back to his ladies. One of the women furrowed her brow looking at you, pointed in your direction, and asked Beckman something. You didn’t think you knew her, so you didn’t worry. Maybe you’d see her in the morning coming from Benn’s cabin. She could talk to you then.

You stood up and Shanks wrapped his arm around your waist, leaning his head against your stomach. 

“No, don’t go yet. C’mon, party’s just getting started,” he protested. Whiny drunk Shanks was not your favorite Shanks.

“Sorry, I’m going back. You can come with me if you want.” It was an empty offer, you knew he’d be staying out all night with the crew. Once Shanks got to a certain point, nothing could keep him from partying until he dropped. You pried off his arm from around you, and left to go back to the ship, to the loud booing of the crew. No one was upset, it was just ribbing between friends. 

“Yeah, yeah, kiss my ass!” you bantered back at them over your shoulder, flipping them off. Maybe you’d fix the roof on their quarters tomorrow morning. You had only made it a few feet when Shanks stood up and sauntered his way over to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and walking along. The booing intensified. 

“Kiss her ass!” Shanks shouted, flipping them off as well. He was coming with you? Never, not once, had Shanks ever foregone drinking with the crew for you. 

“You sure you don’t want to stay? You don’t need to prove anything to me, this isn’t a test.” You didn’t want Shanks leaving because he felt like he had to or to show you that he’d changed. You didn’t depend on him for your own sense of self anymore.

“Nah, done that before, don’t needta stay. What I needta do is find out about that smell.” Shanks leaned in to you while walking and smelled your hair with a deep inhale. 

“What are you doing, you weirdo?” you tried to push him away. He didn’t budge.

“Missed that scent. I always tried to find it but I never could. Drove me fuckin’ crazy.” 

“Alright, that’s enough from you. You’re drunk and sentimental. Let’s get you to bed.” You stopped trying to push him away - it was pointless. He was still smelling your hair. After making your way back to the Red Force, he turned you to face him and looked lovingly at you. He took your hands in his. 

“What now, Redhair?” 

“As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep. It’s funnier now that I have one hand.” He let go of one of your hands and held the other, resuming your walk towards the ship. It was good he was pulling you along because you were stunned into silence. Goddamn drunk sentimental Shanks reciting your wedding vows. 

[mikisspeak]

Would they fuck?

Red haired pirates ver.

Shanks: Definitely. Most of ‘em are one night stand because the emperor of the seas would probably don’t have time for a formal relationship, but believe me that whoever who has fucked with him doesn’t regrets it at all.

Benn Beckman: By the information i got about him, yeah. He fucks each time they dock on an island. Also, he has almost 50yo, he has the experience of gods. Same as Shanks, you would’ve no regrets in fucking with him.

Yasopp: I have two possibilities since i don’t really know if Yassop knows his wife is up there. So: If he knows he would rarely fuck, i feel this man hasn’t gotten over Banchina’s death if he knows so it’s a so-so. Doesn’t has the gods experience like the latter two old men but he has quite the abilities.

If he doesn’t knows then the answer is obvious. No. He might be an idiot, a bad father, a coward and probably a liar just as Usopp, but he’s loyal.

Lucky Roux: Canonically he doesn’t gets bitches. For real, HE’S AN ADORABLE FAT MAN. Half One Piece women gotta be blind not to like him. But no, he doesn’t fucks 😔

Hongo: He’s afraid of dirt and probably has several OCD, he ain’t fucking neither touching you.

LimeJuice: He seems to barely like others presence. Try something with him and you’ll probably end up in the deepest of the ocean either you have a devil fruit or not. In resume: No, he wouldn’t and will not.

Howling Gab: He’s insecure 😞 I don’t think he would fuck mainly for the fact he’s scared to hurt the other person. HE’S A SWEET YOU CAN’T BE LIKE THAT.

Building Snake: He seems like a calm granny who just likes weather and cartography. No, he would not.

Rockstar: No bitches for him and i don’t blame them.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ one piece - limejuice.

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[r0ttkins]

MORE UTA AND USOPP COUSIN TIMES, THIS TIME INCOGNITO SHOPPING- I write next chapter for the Two Trees and I just sketched out sillies and YES I KNOW ON THE FIRST I MIXED HAIR PARTS

[dilf-pirates-ask]

Lime juice can you be my date for my prom?

[miraiimoon]

В каком положении они спят?

Shanks

Спит в позе звезды, растянувшись на всю кровать. Нужно постараться, чтобы найти удобное место рядом с ним. А ещё учитывая его любовь к ворочанью во сне, будет сложно оставаться в одном положении. Так же, капитан красноволосых обожает обниматься, поэтому по ночам Вы будете его личной плюшевой игрушкой, которую он сможет обнимать как угодно. Не злитесь за это на него, Шанкс йонко, и его жизнь постоянно находится под угрозой. А таким образом мужчина может быть уверен, что Вы ы безопасности и находитесь рядом с ним.

Benn Beckman

Вице-капитан спит либо на спине, либо на боку, поэтому спать с ним очень удобно. Он не ограничивает Ваши движения и даёт бóльшую свободу, чем Шанкс. И в этом случае, Вы используете его как плюшевую игрушку, и обнимаете как угодно. Но гораздо приятнее, когда обнимает Бенн. У него широкая грудь и на нём очень удобно спать. Единственный минус с которым Вы столкнётесь ― Бенн имеет много обязанностей и часто занят, вследствие чего ложится спать поздно и встаёт достаточно рано.

Lucky Roo (Roux)

В основном спит на спине и просит, чтобы Вы спали где-то повыше, в районе его головы. В большинстве случаев во время сна Ру держит Вас за руку или кладёт свою руку Вам под голову, чтобы можно было использовать его вместо подушки. Возможно самое приятное, это утренний завтрак в постель, который готовит пират, специально вставая пораньше.

Yasopp

Ясопп спит в большинстве случаев на боку. Положив одну руку Вам под голову, а второй обнимает за талию. Но после бурной вечеринки и большого количества алкоголя, снайпер заваливается в кровать и закидывает на Вас ноги и руки. И от этого невозможно спрятаться, только если уйти спать в другое место. Хотя и там пират Вас найдёт. А то как это, спать в кровати, когда любимая где-то там сидит одна в холоде?

Limejuice

Любит спать обнимая Вас со спины или когда Вы обнимаете его, чтобы блондин мог уткнуться лицом Вам в грудь. Главное не лягте на его волосы, иначе это будет обида на весь день. Лаймджус любит, когда Вы гладите его по волосам перед сном, подобное хорошо успокаивает, после напряжённого рабочего дня на корабле. Даже после очередной вечеринки, пират будет ждать, что Вы сделаете ему массаж головы. И неважно, что он уснёт уже в первые тридцать секунд.

Hongo

Обычно Хонго занят работой в своём кабинете или же «латает» кого-то из членов экипажа (в основном, это несчастные случаи во время очередной пьянки). А когда возвращается в спальню, Вы уже спите, поэтому старается лечь не разбудив Вас. Что, естественно, не получается. И в итоге Вы ещё около часа разговариваете о прошедшем дне и как сложно быть доктором в команде йонко, особенно, когда твой капитан ― Шанкс. А после ночных разговоров, Вы засыпаете у Хонго на груди.

[peachesofteal]

Oh god - I’m still stuck on this.

18+ MDNI / explicit sex, dark and twisted themes

I've been thinking a lot about Simon Riley who doesn't want the divorce.

Simon who never wanted to be separated, who hates living apart. Simon, who would drag you to a tattoo artist to get your ring permanently inked to your skin so you could never be rid of him, if he could. He’s been actively avoiding the stack of papers that are waiting for his signature, staying on longer Ops, picking up extra work.

Can’t be divorced if there’s no signature.

Simon, who unbeknownst to you, still comes home. Still pushes open the back door in the dead of night, keeping his steps silent so he doesn't wake you. Simon, who stands in the doorway of your bedroom, his old bedroom, and watches you sleep on his side of the bed in those little, ratty shorts with your ass perked up in the air like you're waiting for him. Like you’re ripe, and ready.

Simon, who checks your birth control every night. Who’s pleased when he realizes this month’s pack hasn’t even been opened, every color coded pill still in place, foil glinting at him in the low light of the vanity.

Good girl, he thinks to himself, shutting your medicine cabinet with a silent click. Getting yourself all ready for him.

Simon, who agrees to meet you for dinner.

"Let's just sign and get it over with. We can catch up, too. Talk about what we want to do with the house."

"Alright, love. Whatever you want."

You're a bundle of nerves when he shows up, seated at a little table in the back, glass of wine already half gone.

Normally, he'd try to soothe you. You've always been naturally anxious, a little dependent, and in a social setting, a little high strung. He's well versed in navigating your emotions, calming you into a relaxed state with a few words or a reassuring touch.

But this time, he doesn't bother. He sits there with his arms crossed, watching you nervously chatter away, one hand flat on a manilla envelope. He stays quiet, letting you go on, watching your hands seek something to do, fingers finding your wine glass over and over.

You drink two glasses of wine before the entrees are served, dangerously close to your usual self imposed "three drink" limit.

One thing bleeds into another. You start to lean a little, in your chair. He nurses a bourbon, you order a shot after the meal.

"Want one?" Your tongue follows the seam of the lime wedge, dabbing along the spongy, white fibers before your teeth sink into the flesh of it, lime juice squirting across your tongue.

“You know I don’t like tequila, but you go on.”

You’re a bit sloppy by the time he gets you home, but still sweet like honey, like you used to be years ago. Before everything changed. Before you asked him to move out.

You’re giggly, excited when he bends you over the kitchen table, the kitchen table where you used to eat together, breakfast for dinner when he’d come home, waffles and bacon at one in the morning.

You don’t protest when he slides your skirt down your hips and over your ass, thumbs spreading you wide to reveal your glistening cunt, twitching and desperate.

“My poor girl, has it been so long?” He cooed, relishing in the way you moaned with your lips on the wood. He knows it has, knows you haven’t been with anyone since the last time he fucked you, months and months ago, on the night you asked for the divorce. “Don’t worry, I’m gon’ take care of you and this neglected little pussy.”

“You have to pull out.” You slurred, breath hot, fogging against the finish of the table. “Promise.” He grunts something under his breath, nonsense, but you can’t tell the difference, and when he slides inside your scorching cunt, you howl, breath hitching with the stretch.

Bleedin’ Christ. You’re so tight, so wet, soaked enough that it sticks to the curls around the base of his cock. How could he ever give this up?

“That’s it.” He kisses your shoulder, pressing his chest to your back with his weight, pinning you in place, his hands clamping down around your wrists like shackles. “Squeeze me tight, good girl. Show me-“ Show me how you’re going to hold my come in your tight little pussy once I fill you- comes to mind, but he bites his tongue instead, not willing to tip you off too soon.

To have and to hold.

“Simooon.” You sing, hips start to push back with him, fucking yourself onto his cock, chasing him, chasing your pleasure, mouth half open with the little pants and whines that are music to his ears. He keeps you pinned, flat against the table, fingers between your legs, stroking your clit, shoving you closer to your orgasm, delightfully pleased by the way your pussy pulses around him.

“Come on.” He urges, big hand between you and the table, pressing against your lower belly, still tapping away at your clit, indulging in the trembling of your legs.

“Fuck- fuck, Si.” You cry, clenching down around him with your orgasm, voice breaking.

“There it is… what a good girl.” He hisses, keeping his pace, pushing deeper and deeper until he’s notching himself nearly inside your womb. It’s overwhelming for you, he knows, but he doesn’t stop swirling his fingers around your clit, zapping electric pulses through body.

“Nngh Si. Too- ooh it’s- it’s too much.” You wail, a tear on your cheek, and he nods, nosing above your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me, so perfect.” It’s whispered with a groan, hands stroking your hip, keeping your steady, in place. “Just need a little more, just- just a little, I’m gonna-“

“What-” You ask, more with it now that you recognize the edge he’s riding, the roughness in his voice clueing you in to where he is, but he sends you back into orbit, pressing your clit and working you in circles. “Oh, oh.” Your hips rock, and he moves with the momentum, fucking into you faster, grunting the truth as he speeds towards the cliff, desperate to drive the car over the edge, eager to change the course of his life, your life, his marriage.

“Take it.” He spits, wide palm spread across your shoulder. Everything in him tightens, fire spreading through his veins, pressure rising in his body like a fucking tea kettle, about to scream out a whistle. He’s going to breed you, fuck you deep with his come and put a baby inside you, give you what you wanted years ago, the thing that made you cry alone in the middle of the night whenever he refused.

Well, he’s going to give it to you now.

“Fuck- here it comes.” You rock again, half lost to the world, eyes glazed over in pleasure, spasming around his cock with your second orgasm. He slams into you, burying deep and you keen, fingers gripping the edge of the table, his hips flush with yours like a lock.

And he’ll throw away the key.

His phone dings with a text, two days later.

“Still mad at you… Can we please meet up about these signatures?”

This became a full fic here.

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ(ᴍᴇ) :^)

1.favorite colors: blue and grey

2. favorite flavors: spicy to which I love buffalo wings and hot sauce on my tacos. Hot oil in my noodles. Sweet such as iced coffee, dr. pepper, bubble tea, and cookies. Tarty and fruity such as juices, fruity teas, lime, lemonade, and orange. Sour like Sour Patch Kids. Cheesy...( that counts as a flavor, right? ) like pizza! Mint chocolate either solid or milk, gum and peppermint hot cocoa.

3. favorite genres: shonen, supernatural, horror, psychological, dark shonen, action, action-comedy, fantasy.

4. favorite music: got a lot of songs from anime and video games. I'm into rock, metal, alternative, j-pop, j-rock, and relaxed nature music.

5. favorite movies: Iron Giant, Redline, Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo, Ghibli films like princess mononoke, spirited away, aKiki's Delivery Service, and Redline.

6. favorite series: Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw man, MHA, One Piece, Viral Hit ( that is about to become anime ) Teen Titans, Batman ( 90's animated & batman beyond ) Gundam, and Mob Psycho 100. ( i got a lot of faves)

7. last song: Bling Bang-Bang-Born by Creepy Nuts ( Mashle Season 2 OP )

8. last series: Shangria-La Frontier

9. last movie: City Hunter: The Secret Service

10. currently reading: Viral Hit

11. currently watching: Avatar The Last Airbender

12. currently working on: writing drabbles, rping and other stuff.

tagged by: @elysian-noctuary ( thanks for tagging me! )

tagging: @the-silver-peahen-residence, @gyoukukens, @jikangairodo, @2xcursekissed, @chainedbystories, @hazawatsugu

@sukunarp and @clown-demon

[wonderlands-ass]

so I'm currently watching one piece (pray for me im at skypia arc ;'( ), and that means that I can only view everyting as one piece characters. and I mean EVERTHING, like things happening at school 4 me, things I see in movies and stuff EVERYTHING.

and I'm also an obsessed smosh viewer so lately the only thing that's been going through my head as of late is the one piece crews (mostly the strawhats, red hair pirates and the warlords, sometimes the emperors as well) as youtubers and then primarily smosh games.

I'm just obsessed with that idea just one piece crews as youtube gamers.

btw sorry if there are spelling mistakes english is not my first language and my laptops spelling checker is in dutch mode:')

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hiii viiiiiiiiin hope your day is going good your writing is really good😍😍💖💌❤💗🌹💋💞👍👍😭👏 so I was wondering if I could please request red hair pirates x reader(gender dosent really matter do what your comfortble with😊) and the reader has really cute personlity always giving everyone a hug/kiss to comfort them if they are having a bad bakes a almost all the time. Can be navie and too quick to trust people lol so innocent...always to the scenario i would like to request the reader makes a new friend brings them to the red force to meet the red hair pirates but later on the readers so called new friends starts to become mean often saying rude/mean comments to reader when reader crew mates arnt around their(red hair pirates) in readers innocent mind dosent really think or even tell them and tries to comfort their "new friend" but things only get worse. One day the reader new friend betrayes reader(does somthing really horrible) and makes reader cry and when the red hair pirates found out they ofc take action. By the way can you make this story end happliy?

Thanks so much for your hard work have a amazing day viiiiiiin!💗💗❤

Really appreciate you❤💌🥺😭👏💞💋🌹💋⚘⚘🌺🌹🌷🌷⚘🌷🌷🌷🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Red Haired Pirates x Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Red Haired Pirates , and Reader's "Friend"

A / N: THANK YOU !!! I'm glad you appreciate my work lol ! I hope you have an amazing day as well <33. I'm comfortable writing any gender ! I usually write GN readers though so anyone can fit themselves into the situation ! I can write for male or female readers too !! I hope this is up to your standards !!! If you'd like me to redo it lmk <33 enjoy !!

"Don't get yourselves hurt !!" You giggled while hugging Benn. You went to turn around to wander back onto the ship until you heard the clearing of a throat.

"Where's my hug , Reader ? You gonna leave me hangin' ?" You could recognize that voice from miles away. You turned your head , only for your gaze to be met with soft brown ones. You laughed again and embraced the red haired captain. Once you let go , he raised an eyebrow.

"Forgettin' somethin' , darling ?" He asked with a wide playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes and scoffed , kissing his chin. The feeling of his stubble tickled your own chin , making you smile.

"Heyyy ! What about me !!" You heard from beside you. You turned your eyes to the pouting sniper next to you. "I'm sorry , Yasopp ! Didn't mean to forget you." You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He laughed at your actions and put his arms around your smaller waist , swinging you around like a little kid.

"I'm not gonna put you down until you finish !" He laughed , causing you to laugh as well. You were beginning to get dizzy , so you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Once he felt your lips against his skin , he finally dropped you. You staggered on the ground for a moment , head spinning like crazy. "Come on , Yasopp ! That was mean !" You pouted , crossing your arms and huffing.

The crew started laughing at the pout that formed on your lips. You stumbled into Roux , who had ended up behind you. You were about to turn to him , but he picked you up. "And don't forget me , Reader !" He laughed as he squeezed your smaller form. You made a noise of surprise and laughed louder. You kissed his cheek and jumped out of his arms.

"Go on , boys. If ya don't go now , you're not gonna remember what you gotta get. Have fun !!" You cheered , jumping onto the deck and waving at them. You would join them soon since you had to get some new clothes , but you wanted to go alone. Because of this , you waited for them to go ahead of you.

You weren't worried about protection. You could protect yourself , that's why you're on the crew. Shanks trusted you to watch the ship until they got back. Though , you weren't gonna stay on the ship. Your little secret.

---

It's been over an hour since the guys left the ship. You walked out of your quarters (after your little nap) and grabbed your weapon. You thought you'd maybe grab a drink while you were out.

You snuck off of the Red Force with your weapon attached to your hip. You skipped into the vibrant town nearby , a goofy smile on your lips. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find a clothing store or a bar. You noticed a lot of stands , weapon shops , and many people walking up and down the streets.

Just as you began to lose hope , you noticed a medium sized building near a food court. The place had mannequins wearing outfits in the front window , so you assumed it was a clothing store. You smiled and walked into the store with a slight pep in your step.

"No . . No . . Aha ! " You picked up a top that matched one of the old ones you had , and you thought about grabbing it.

"That top would look cute on you !" You heard from next to you. You turned your doe eyes towards the woman standing next to you. She had beautiful , slicked back raven hair with vibrant blue eyes. She had pale skin and rosy cheeks that made her look adorable. She wore a white crop top with a heart cut on her chest. It had a turtleneck top to it and tightened underneath her breasts. She had black shorts and long , white high heels. She also had a star pin in her hair and her right arm had a tattoo sleeve on it.

You giggled and twirled with the top in your hand. "You think so ? Thank you !" You blushed , heart fluttering from the compliment. "Hey , would you want to help me find a top too ? You seem like you'd have great taste." She said kindly , smiling softly. "Of course !" You threw your arms in the air and smiled wider. She chuckled and brought you over to a section that she seemed to like.

---

You two ended up spending 2 hours together. She even bought you all of the outfits you picked out and you bought hers ! After shopping , you two had went to go get some food. You learned that you two shared a favorite food , which made you two laugh. You two spoke smoothly to each other. It seemed like you both had a lot in common.

She was a pirate too ! She said her crew was a secret , however. You did tell her that you were part of the Red Haired Pirates , which surprised the hell out of her. Something about her reaction to that was . . odd. She asked you to bring her to your ship , which you obliged. You guys were gonna be docked here for a few days anyways.

As you got to the ship , you were surprised by a hug from Yasopp and Shanks. They squeezed you and said incoherent things. "Guys , guys ! I can't understand you when you're crying. What happened ? Are you guys okay ??" You asked like a worried parent , eyebrows scrunching.

"We thought you went missing !!" Drunken Shanks cried , smacking your head. The two guys finally let you go as you caught your breath. "I'm fine ! I met a friend ! We got some food and we got some clothes !! Her name is Rika !" You introduced as you walked over to her.

She chuckled and waved to your crew. "I'm Rika. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Some of the more drunken guys ogled at her beauty. Some came up to her , flirted , or just asked questions. You laughed and brought your clothes to your room.

When you came back out , you noticed Benn staring at you. You walked over to him and gently poked his arm to get his attention. "What's wrong , Benn ?" You ingeniously pondered as you stared at his serious face. "Also , what did i say about smokin' ? It's unhealthy. You're gonna kill yourself." You tried to take the cigarette from his lips , but he laughed and tilted his head upwards. Sadly , not even being on your tip toes made you tall enough. You grumbled and pouted.

"Fineee. But still , tell me what's wrong." You sat on the edge of the ship and swung your legs gently. "Nothin' , sweetheart. Nothin' you should worry about , at least." He patted your head and took a puff from his cigarette.

"I know ! Why don't I go make some brownies to make you feel better ?" You cheerfully jumped off of the ledge and smiled widely. As if on cue , Shanks walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Why don't cha make some for all of us , hun ?" He slurred , drunken giggles leaving his lips.

"Oh ! Sure ! I'll make some cake too !! A party for Rika , how does that sound ?!" You asked , causing the guys to cheer loudly. Rika chuckled and walked over to you. "I'm the baker on my ship , so why don't I help you in the kitchen ? It's the least I can do to help , Reader. You're my friend , after all !" She inquired with a strange look on her pale face.

"Are you sure ? I don't want to make you work !!" You turned to her and tilted your head. "Of course ! I insist !" The ravenette enthusiastically spoke. She put her hand in yours and you led her to the kitchen.

---

"You put too much water into the batter." She said as she used her hips to push you away from the bowl. "Oh ! Sorry . ." You didn't think you added too much , but you've never really had outside opinions. You believed her. She said she was a baker , after all.

As you wandered around the kitchen , Rika often bumped into you. Sometimes , you'd fall over or hit your hips on the counters. You thought she was either messing around or making mistakes , so you didn't mention it.

"Oh my god , how can you fuck up brownies that badly ? Just let me do it." She huffed , shoving you away from the rest of the batter. You fell into the counter and groaned. "I'm sorry , I didn't mean to. I don't wanna make you do it , please let me help." You pleaded with her , putting your smaller hands on her tattooed arm.

In response , her face turned into one of anger as she pushed you off of her. "Do NOT touch me !" She snided as she mixed the batter together. "Oh ! I'm sorry." You looked sadly at her , making her scoff. "Don't look at me like you're the victim. You just assaulted me ! I don't see why someone like Shanks keeps someone like YOU around."

At her words , you teared up and sniffled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Is there any way I can make it up to you ?" You inquired , dejected. Your cheeks turned rosy from the face you were trying to hold back your tears.

"You can make it up to me by leaving the crew. They don't need you. You're such a nuisance , GOD. I bet they have you on here out of pity. Or maybe to use you as a scapegoat. You saw how they acted with me. They clearly like me better , and they've only known me for a few hours !" She raged , shoving you into the cabinet. As she spoke , she had slowly gotten closer and closer to you until you were against the wooden cabinet.

"But I -" You attempted to speak , but your throat burned. "You can't even take criticism from a friend. How sad. You're a pirate , act like it." She released you from the cabinet as she put the pans of cake and brownies into the oven.

You sat on the island counter in the middle of the room and twiddled your fingers. "Uhm . . I can watch them from here if you want to go back out to the party." You noticed the faint smell of alcohol on her clothes , so you assumed she was drunk. Maybe she'd apologize in the morning. "Good. Don't fuck it up , sweetheart." She said smoothly , clearly mocking the nickname thay the crew gave you. As she strutted out of the room , you couldn't help but think . . . Did they like her better ? Were they gonna throw you out ? Maybe they told her that. Maybe they're gonna throw you out in the morning.

You didn't realize that you started crying until a sniffling sound made its way to your ears. You used a paper towel to rub your eyes of the tears that threatened to fall. You smiled and stayed in the kitchen until the goods were done.

---

Now , the crew was sitting around the deck , eating the treats you and Rika made. You walked over to the ravenette. You tapped her shoulder and watched as she quickly turned around and glared at you. "Yes ?" She harshly spoke , finishing her piece of cake.

"I'm sorry for making you upset earlier. I went into town and bought you a necklace since I remember you saying that you thought it was cute." You pulled the gift out of your pocket and handed it over to her. She nimbly pulled it out of your hand and examined it. She smiled and put it around her thin neck. "Thank you , Reader. I accept your apology." She smiled again. To anyone that wasn't her , it was seen to be fake. But someone else noticed. A certain gray haired , cigarette smoking man caught on. His eyes slowly followed her as she walked to speak to the others on the ship.

---

It was now nighttime. Many crew members were passed out on the deck , and those who were able had made their way to their quarters for the night. You had brought Rika to your room and let her sleep in your bed. Instead of giving you some blankets , you slept on the cold wooden floor. You didn't mind , at all. What you found weird was how she kicked you out. Instead of being on the floor in your room , you slept in the kitchen.

---

In the morning , you were awoken by someone shaking you. "What are you doing in here , Reader ?" You heard someone ask. You opened your eyes and blinked , taking in your surroundings. You attached the voice to the appearance of the guy in front of you. It was Lucky Roux. You had assumed that he came to make breakfast for the crew.

"Oh , good morning , Roux. I'm sorry if I'm in your way." You lazily sat up and rubbed your eyes. You yawned and stretched your limbs until you heard the satisfying pop of your joints. "You're not in my way. I'm just wonderin' why you're in here. Why aren't ya in your quarters ?" He asked , the sizzling of pans feeling your ears.

You smiled softly and yawned again. "I let Rika take my bed. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable , so I slept in here." Speak of the devil and she shall appear. The ravenette walked into the room and smiled softly.

"Good mornin' , you two." She waved and sat next to you. "I'm guessin' you're the cook ?" Tika pondered aloud. "Yep ! The name's Lucky Roux." His smile widened , but he didn't turn to her. Strange. He seemed to be iffy about her , but neither of you noticed.

The door opened again and you felt someone put their arms on your waist. You knew who it was when you smelled smoke and feint cologne. "Good mornin' , Beck !" You said happily , kissing his chin.

"Good mornin' , darlin'." He replied , putting his head against yours. Unbeknownst to you , sharp blue eyes lingered on the both of you. Those eyes burned holes in your head , jealousy bubbling in her heart.

"I'm almost done with breakfast. Can you three go wake up the rest of the crew ?" Roux asked , not turning his head as to not get distracted from his job. "Sure !" You answered , gently detaching Benn from your body. You jumped off the counter and led the other 2 outside.

---

After waking everyone up and eating , you found yourself in the shower room with Rika. You had gotten undressed and in the bath while she took a shower.

"You know , your body is really . . Not interesting." She commented slyly as she washed her slick hair. You looked over at her and tilted your head. "What do you mean ?" You asked while you played with the bubbled in your warm bath.

"You got the attention of the entire crew looking like . . That. You must've done something. What did you do ? Are you some kind of witch ? I wouldn't doubt it , considering you look like one." She answered her own question while not even looking at you. Her words shot you through the heart. You were already pretty insecure and you thought you were getting better.

Even after the shower , her words replayed in your head. Did all of them think that ? Your thoughts were interrupted when you were tripped. "Oops ! Are you okay , Reader ?" Rika sarcastically asked , suppressing a laugh behind her hand.

"Yeah ! I'm fine !" You stood up and brushed your bottom half off. "Everyone makes mistakes !" You smiled and bowed your head gently. "You would know a lot about that , considering your parents made you." This time , she couldn't suppress her laugh. She walked off , swaying her hips as she entered the main area.

You stood there for a minute. Was she okay ? Did you upset her ? Maybe you should get her another gift.

---

You had decided to take a walk in the town. You wanted to clear your mind and get Rika a gift to see if she'd forgive you. You know , after kissing and hugging the entire crew.

When on the way back , you wandered around the ship in an attempt to find her. You smiled when you finally found her. You were about to show her the gift , until you heard her voice.

"They don't suspect a thing. That stupid little pirate's bounty will be ours , captain. I can't believe you made me befriend them , though." She leaned against your wall and scoffed. "They're extremely annoying. I can't stand their voice ! Anytime I hear it , I want to rip my hair out." She ranted as she slammed her fist on the wall.

Your vision was clouded by hot tears. You continued listening , even though you knew it was wrong. "I just need to get them out of here. Their face pisses me off. If I don't get this done soon , I'm gonna end up beating them silly. God , I hate this. Why couldn't you put Killeen up to this ?" You didn't know who she was talking to , since you couldn't hear the other end. Though , her words were enough to send you over the edge.

You walked into the bathroom and locked the door. You fell to the ground and began sobbing. You had a problem in the past with insecurities. The Red Haired Pirates had helped you , and you thought you were past it. Her words , oh her words. They tore down any progress you thought you made.

You didn't know how long you were in there until you heard a knock on the door. You hadn't realized you were sobbing until you saw your face in the mirror. You quickly wiped your face and sniffled. "Yes ?" You croaked out , throat burning.

"Are you okay ?" It was Benn. He knew. You didn't know how , but he knew. You unlocked the door and just fell into his arms. You sobbed into his chest and gripped his shirt. He didn't say anything. Instead , he held you and patted your back. He rested his head on yours and rubbed your back. He let you cry for as long as you needed.

The smell of smoke lingering on his clothes , along with his gentle touch calmed you slightly. You finally managed to stop crying and you looked up at him. "Am I really -" "No. You're special to us , Reader. We already took care of Rika. Turns out she was a bounty hunter. Don't let people like her tear you down." You sniffled at his words and pulled away. He gently pushed you towards the kitchen , where you met Shanks , Yasopp , and Lucky Roux. Oh ! And Hongo.

Shanks walked up to you and pulled you in with his arm. "It's okay , Reader. You're so , so special to us. You're a Red Haired Pirate , yeah ? I wouldn't have you here if you weren't just the way you are." He smiled and laughed loudly.

You started laughing too , along with the others in the room. "Yeah , Reader. We love ya !" Yasopp chimed in , ruffling your hair. You continued laughing and hugged all of them.

"Thank you , guys." You teared up again , causing them to panic. "Woah , woah , sunshine ! We didn't mean to make ya cry !" Shanks panicked , hugging you again. "Yeah !" Hongo hugged you as well.

"It's not bad. I'm just . . So , so happy to be part of this crew." You sniffled and pulled away from them. "What happened to Rika ?"

As soon as you mentioned the woman , the men looked away and whisled. Shanks looked down at his wrist and put his arm behind his head. "Wellll ! Would ya look at the time ! It's time for us to check out the bar in town !" He changed the topic , marching out of the kitchen.

"Shanks !!" You giggled and ran after him. Any feeling you had disappeared. You didn't know why you doubted them. You knew deep down that you were wrong. You were loved and had as special place to the Red Haired Pirates

[hannahbarberra162]

Struck Twice By Lightning, Chapter 4

On Ao3

Chapter 4 - The Smell of a Memory

As a general rule, you tried to be honest with yourself. There was no sense in lying to yourself, it would only cause problems down the line. You tried to hold an honest mirror to yourself and see what it reflected. You thought back to your days with Shanks and the Red Haired Pirates many times, reminiscing about the good and bad times you’d had with them. You had missed the feelings of freedom and adventure, like the only thing stopping you was your own limitations. You missed the salty sea air, the sound of the waves, and the gentle rocking of the boat. You missed the camaraderie, the friendships, the sense of belonging. On a few occasions, you had even admitted you missed Shanks. 

But one thing you had never ever missed was the stench of the Red Force. Yes, it was the flagship of one of the four Emperors. Yes, seeing it struck terror into the hearts of many. But the fact remained that the ship absolutely reeked. Stepping foot onto the deck, you were hit by the smell of stale alcohol, stale piss, and stale air. You pinched your nose. It didn’t help.

“Some things never change, I guess,” you said dryly to Shanks, who was still near you.

“Like your beauty,” he said with a cheesy smile.

Resisting the urge to punch him, you headed towards the captain’s quarters. You opened the door, and immediately went to open the windows. Shanks’s cabin was the rule, not the exception to the odor on the ship. You started to put away your things, and Shanks came to lean in the doorway.

“So, what were you saying about not cuddling?” Shanks said with a smirk.

“Hmmm?,” you said looking up. “Oh, I’m staying here. There’s no women’s quarters and there’s no way I’m sleeping in that funk cavern down below. I don’t care where you stay, but I’m staying here. Maybe Benn will take you.”

“Absolutely not!” yelled out Benn from the deck. “It’s like sleeping next to a sea king!”

“Well, looks like you’re bunking with your men,” you said with a shrug. “Good for building relationships and community.”

“I thought you said you didn’t care where I stayed!” Shanks said, sounding dismayed. “And wait! - I get to stay in my own room! I spent years getting the most comfortable mattress on the Grand Line. I returned 14 different mattresses before I found the perfect one. I’ve got the sheets with the highest thread count of any captain on these seas!” He jutted his hip and put his arm akimbo.

Despite yourself, you laughed. He was so indignant, so serious, about something so trivial. You actually didn’t care where he stayed, but you certainly cared where you did. You were both adults, you could share a room for a month. 

“And how would you know what other captains have on their beds?” you said, continuing to put your things away. “You been sleeping between their sheets?” 

Shanks huffed and you laughed again.

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The day passed quickly for you. You were among old friends, and caught up with them. They told you what they’d been up to, funny stories, and interesting tidbits of the last few years. Hongo told you gross medical stories, which was always a source of fascination. Yasopp showed you some new tricks he’d learned, all of which were very impressive. They showed you their new scars, new battle wounds, and pictures of their new loves. It was like a show and tell of the last several years.

You told them about how you got into making sake and how you’d been. It wasn’t as exciting as their stories, but they’d enjoyed listening. Lime Juice and Bonk Punch begged you to make some sake on the ship during your stay. You allowed them to sway you, and said that you’d look for the tools and ingredients at the next island. 

Once the ship was in the open water, you started working the odd jobs you had done all those years before. When you were a crewmate, you mostly did whatever Benn asked you to do, but you also did the dishes, cleaned (had no one done that since you left?), helped Lucky Roux when needed. You started swabbing the deck since it looked like only spilled alcohol had been used previously. You were taking your time and enjoying the fine afternoon weather, watching the sea. There was so much you missed about sailing, you were happy for a small adventure on the seas. And, ever honest with yourself, you reluctantly admitted you were happy to have this small adventure with Shanks, too.

[water-mellie-seeds]

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