#lirulee

[doctorgerth]

Hiii!!✨ So glad to see you again!☺ I'd like to ask for Shanks, Mihawk or Barto with prompt 15 (if possible said by him) with the theme "secret admirer", please!😍 Fem reader, and if you see it fitting, could you add a bit of nsfw? Thanks so much!! I hope you enjoy writing it! 💕💕✨

❥ “Red” - Valentine’s Day Event Scenario [ 1 / 14 ]

❥ prompt: “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater on Valentine’s Day.”

❥ theme: Secret Admirer 

❥ pairing: Shanks x Fem!Reader

❥ warnings: light nsfw, suggestive themes, dirty talk, modern!au 

❥ word count: 1.6k

❥ a/n: I had all intentions to make this event a super fluffy one but somehow...this very first one ended up a lil more...steamy than romantic? I hope that’s ok. 😳 it’s shanks, I couldn’t help myself. 🥴 thanks for taking part in the event sweetheart, I hope you enjoy! 💕

   You awoke to the smell of breakfast. 

   The aroma of bacon, cinnamon, and coffee filled your nostrils and, though only gaining consciousness mere seconds ago, your stomach rumbled loudly in hunger. With a deep yawn, you reached your arms high above you and your toes pointed forward as your body stretched to life. You winced a little as you came to realize just how sore you were from last night’s activities.

   A smile stretched across your face as images of your passionate night together clouded your brain. Your relationship with Shanks was still so new, so exciting, and he proved to share the similar delirium in the enthusiastic ways he made love to you last night. He was so eager to please, yet undeniably experienced, and you had ultimately lost count just how many times he had brought you to that blissful peak, just as you had forgotten where your body started and ended as you spent the entire night tangled in his ardor. And yet with each fall, you only climbed back up the mountain, faster than your previous trek, eager for more, just as much as him. The two of you were utterly insatiable, only desiring to proclaim your adoration for each other in every physical sense imaginable. So much so, that you had not tired yourselves out until the early hours of the morning, just as the sun began to peak behind the clouds.

   Looking over at the clock, you snorted. Breakfast at 1:13 PM. Rising out of bed, the chill of the open air made you shiver, so you quickly reached for the nearest item of clothing that was lazily piled on the floor in front of you. As you slid on the shirt, the intoxicating smell of him had you melting into the soft, cotton fabric. If the scent hadn’t given it away, you knew it had to be his sweater in the way it swallowed you, hanging loosely at your thighs. Looking for your panties was no easy feat, and you laughed out loud as your memory offered you a vivid visual of Shanks slingshotting them across the room with a goofy smile on his face. Even in his absence, he always knew how to make you laugh.

   You quietly padded over to the bathroom, and as you passed the mirror, a bright red sticky note caught your attention. You reached for your spare toothbrush, haphazardly squeezed toothpaste across the bristles, and proceeded to brush your teeth as you studied the note.

   My dearest, (Name). I believe you stole something of mine…

   I’ll forgive you this time, if you’ll be my Valentine?

   (It’s my heart, btw)

   - Your Secret Admirer

   You nearly choked on the toothpaste and your cheeks began to ache as you fought back laughter all the while struggling to finish brushing your teeth. As you splashed water on your face, you shook your head as you struggled to compose yourself. Charming, good in bed, and a hopeless romantic -- how did you ever get so lucky?

   You made way to the kitchen with joy in your steps and a bright smile on your face. As you drew closer, you could hear Shanks belting out the lyrics to You’re the Inspiration as he flipped over the bacon, a smile on his lips to match yours. You peeked from behind the corner, shamelessly admiring his exposed torso stretching out from grey sweatpants, along with the subtle red marks that littered the muscles along his toned back.

   “Mornin’!” He piped, once aware of your presence, bringing you out of your thoughts, “Hungry? I hope so. I’ve cooked enough for a village.”

   “Starving.” You grinned, taking a place at the table to munch on some toast. Another flash of red caught your eye. This time, a bouquet of roses. Shanks caught you observing them and shrugged nonchalantly, “Some rando dropped those off.”

   “Hmm.” You stifled a giggle as your fingers delicately toyed with the soft petals.

   Shanks placed a chaste kiss atop your head as he laid out your plate in front of you. His eyes remained on you as he sat down with his own plate and began eating. The two of you shared breakfast in comfortable silence, exchanging loving looks and cheesy smiles as you both devoured your meals, regaining your energies. Shanks’ intense stare never faltered, and you swallowed your food hard, “Do I have food on my face?”

   He snickered, his warm smile giving you those all too familiar butterflies you were sure you’d never get over, “No. It’s not that.”

   “Then what is it?”

   He pursed his lips, a hint of red tinting his cheeks.

   “Tell me!” You pleaded as you were dying to know what could possibly have Prince Charming himself so flustered.

   “It’s just…” His eyes gleamed under the fluorescence of the harsh kitchen light, “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater on Valentine’s Day.”

   Your entire body lit aflame at his confession. You were convinced you were painted red from head to toe as every inch of you burned, undoubtedly hot to the touch. He couldn’t hold back his pleased smirk at your reaction, all hints of his own previously flushed embarrassment receding once he realized he had you swooning, and you wanted to bury yourself under the table. This man was simply too powerful. Was he even real?

   In an attempt to play it off, you coughed and replied casually, “Oh, is that today?”

   He played along, “It would seem so. Why else would some weirdo be so persistent in giving you flowers today? Plus, I think he might have asked you to be his Valentine. Which, poor guy needs an answer soon, or he’ll be crushed…”

   That ache in your cheeks returned, “Well, did this weirdo give you any clues as to who he is? I can’t exactly say yes to a stranger.”

   Shanks brought his hand up to his face, toying with his facial hair, “Well...he was incredibly handsome. With an impeccable sense of fashion, might I add.”

   You rolled your eyes playfully and rose from your chair, a heavy silence following the echo of worn wood scraping against the tiled floor. Shanks’ eyebrows raised in curiosity as you waltzed over to him, tapping his legs to encourage them closer so you could straddle his lap. Just as your arms snaked around his neck, his wrapped around your waist, hand resting shamelessly against your rear.

   “Well, for a moment I had thought it was you...but it seems I’m mistaken.” You eyed down at him, offering your own teasing smirk, “Not when you are the epitome of fashion disaster.”

   “Hey now! I can clean up when I want. And I got up early to get those flowers for y-!.”

   Your head fell back as you laughed maniacally into the open air, “Aha, so it is you!”

   He grinned and let his head fall against your chest with a dull thud, defeated, “Damnit. Well, you got me, love. What can I say? I’m smitten for ya.”

   You blushed madly yet again, squeaking loudly as he grabbed a fistful of your ass in his large hand, “Agh, Shanks!”

   “Mmm, say it again.” He crooned, locks of red hair tickling you as he reached up to trail his lips along the sensitive skin of your neck.

   Giggles mixed with light moans escaped your lips as you craned your neck to give him better access, “Yes.”

   “Yes what?” He whispered, bewitched by your scent and how incredibly soft your skin felt underneath his admiring lips. Just as his teeth began to graze, hungry to mark you in ways he knew you were crazy for, your words caught him off guard.

   “I’ll be your Valentine.”

   He jerked away quickly, startling the both of you. You were unsure how much time had passed before your words had clicked in his brain, but when it did, the enamored, child-like smile that bloomed on his face had you like putty in his embrace.

   “C’mere.” He pulled you in for a searing kiss; the type that always left you breathless in the aftermath. His firm grip behind your head kept you steady against him, eager lips and tongue dancing with yours, not allowing you to pull away until you were patting him gently, a dire need for air.

   Even as you pulled away, focusing on regaining your breath, Shanks continued to spoil you with his affections. You curled into his chest, allowing him to explore you as he wished, “So...what do you have planned for us today, my not-so-secret-admirer?” Your fingers danced along his heaving bare chest in seductive manners, hoping he had taken notice to the way your thighs clamped desperately around his waist.

   “Well, I was thinking I’d take you out for a night on the town and then a romantic, candlelit dinner. But the way you’re looking at me right now…” He leaned forward, nose swiping yours, lips hovering just above your own, “I’m thinking I’d rather have you right here, giving you what you really want.” He bent his neck slightly to leave a tender kiss along your jaw.

  “However you want.” Followed by your cheek.

   “As many times as you want.” Then at last your lips, tugging on your bottom lip for good measure. His hips bucked up against you, and you could see the visible struggle within him to not take you right there in the chair. But you’d be sure to get the last one in.

   “Then maybe dinner?” You smirked, though entirely breathless from the tension. You were helplessly enchanted by Shanks in the end.

  He paused briefly, eyes flickering up at you mischievously, before crinkling closed with a light breath of laughter.

“Whatever my sweet Valentine wants.”

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[silenceofthecookies]

Hi!!!✨Congrats on the 300 followers!!!🥳 Can i ask for genre Biography, with Mihawk and fem reader with fluff? I love soulmate au so let's see which one this is!!😍 Thank you so much!!💕💕✨

Hi Liru! Thank you so much ❤ You picked a fine man with a fine au, I have to admit. Here’s the au you picked: 

If one soulmate gets injured, the other gets the same injury. 

The soulmate system was troublesome for a lot of people, certainly in this age of pirates and marines. Before you met your own soulmate, you’d often see a bruise, a cut or even a big gash appear on your friend’s body. Their soulmates turned out to be marines, pirates, people in port towns, people trying to do good while lacking the strength,… And then there were some other friends, who rarely had that problem. You were one of them. Most of their soulmates turned out to be average people. The only exception was you.

Meeting your soulmate was pure chance. You had accompanied one of your friends to her soulmates workplace. He was a shipwright and that morning, he had forgotten his lunch so your friend was kind enough to bring it to him, even though she was meeting up with you. You didn’t mind though, you had never been to the workplace before and you really wanted to check it out.

Someone was talking to your friend’s soulmate, and he was the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on. Well built, well dressed and the most beautiful piercing eyes. While you were distracted by this perfect stranger, you didn’t notice one of the workers walking up to you with a big wooden beam, and he didn’t notice you either. The beam hit you, causing you to lose your balance and fall to the ground. You just managed to catch yourself, but the burning feeling on your hands was all you needed to know that your hands were scraped badly. The man carrying the beam had now dropped it and came to your aid. Turning your hands over, you looked at the damage.

It was nasty. There was also quite some dirt in it, and you realised you needed to get this cleaned up. You were about to walk with the worker, who had offered to help you, when the handsome man stopped you. He gently took your hands and turned them over, looking at the scrapes. As he did, he opened his own hands next to them, showing a matching set of scrapes. You looked up in the strangers eyes in shock, and several gasps were heard around you.

That’s how you met your soulmate. It didn’t take long for you and him to realise that you did in fact get along great and for the two of you to start spending quite some time together. You never got injuries from your soulmate because he was the greatest swordsman in the world, and he simply never got hurt. He also had a great taste in wine, which he was happy to share with you whenever you came around.

“That was some meeting, huh?” you wondered as you took a sip from your wine, leaning further back into the side of the man sitting next to you, “Are you lost in your thoughts again, my dear?” Mihawk chuckled as he adjusted his arm around you. “I was remembering the day we met.” “A fine day to remember.”

[madlymiho]

Hi! ✨ For the spooky event i'd like to ask for Shanks and Mihawk with the alphabet letters: D, Y, G, P and T! (They can be nsfw, but i don't mind, be free with whatever you come up with ☺) Thx so much! And for this event too!! 😍💕✨

Hi there! 🌛 and thank you for participating to the spookyvent! 👻 I'm super happy you picked my brand new alphabet! 😱

I hope this will suit you! ❤️

SPOOKYVENT #1

Shanks

Dress-up: What are their favorite costume to wear and what kind of costume do they enjoy? Would they put on a costume or are they reluctant to do so? Do they put effort in their costume or are they doing the minimum?

Shanks is among the people who definitely loves to dress-up for Halloween but religiously sucks at it for sure, at the edge of embarassing people for his lack of efforts in what he believes to be an awesome costume... He definitely understands the mood during this period of the year, and he particularly enjoys the fact he can be someone else, but unfortunately, Shanks isn’t the fanciest guy in town, and he’s not particularly focused on the details. A simple rippd cape he found somewhere and some tomato at the corner of his lips would do the job, and since he’s almost certain to ruin his costume by the end of the night (yeah, Halloween is about partying), he doesn’t need to put a lot of efforts in his wardrobe. His favorite thing remains to actually pretend to be someone else, someone he knows to copy his mimics and behaviors, and when he has the occasion, he steals a piece or two of clothes at Mihawk’s place and have fun pretending he’s that spooky vampire... Otherwise, don’t expect him to do much more!

Yeet: A random halloween little story about them

When he was a bit younger, Shanks loved to appear on various noble islands during Halloween night, pretending that he was a ghost captain from a ghost ship, and he was thoroughly frightening the nobles, because it was always terribly funny to see their look on their faces (and don’t demand a lot of money to calm his wrath). Unfortunately, with the years, the nobles built an impressive armada to protect themselves from the dangerous ghost, to the point that one day, they had to escape at least 6 war ships from the Navy. Since when, Benn Beckam made it clear with his captain: if he ever pretends he’s a ghost captain one more time, he will throw him overboard and leave him to his fate!

Grim Reaper: What are their relationship to death? Are they afraid, open to it? How do they accept it or not?

Shanks isn’t afraid of death and believes it’s the most natural and logical thing in this world. We all born to die one day, there’s no trick to actually fight the end, and there’s no point to be afraid of it. As a pirate, and a Yonko, he has witnessed a lot deaths among his friends and enemies, and somehow, it became a part of his nature. He saw Gol D Roger on that scaffold one day, ready to die, with the brightest smile on his lips, and somehow, despite his sadness, despite his fear to be left alone one more time, Shanks also understood that life worths something because of death. Since when, he believes he has to welcome her as a friend rather than an enemy. As long as he enjoys his life and his adventure... he’s all good with the idea to leave this world one day. He’s just afraid of his emotions when he will lose the members of his family, the Red Hair Pirates... 

Prank: Are they up to some mischief during halloween night or do they prefer to keep things casual? Do they like to be pranked, or prank in return?

Better run the hell away if you don’t like being pranked! Here comes the mastermind of prank, the little red-haired devil, and all his crewmates are already tired when they discover that it’s soon to be spooky season! Shanks is one of the filthiest pranker, and he clearly doesn’t wait for Halloween night to be up to some mischief! He has already prepared his ideas for a few weeks, because he knows exactly how to piss off his crewmates, especially the most serious one, like Beckam. Though, he wouldn’t mind to be pranked as well, and will recognize his defeat is someone ever prank him better than him! Shanks is all about having fun and messing around, his pranks are genuine, and it’s a good way to bond with other people!

Trick or treat: What kind of trick-or-treater are they? Do they appreciate the tradition? Do they prefer to stay at home? Did they prepare a bowl of candies or on the contrary, do they have nothing at all ready?

When he discovered the “trick and treat” tradition, he was like a kid in a candy shop! Shanks finds this tradition particularly cute, especially when he meets some children on his journey, and has the privilege to escort them, and he always pushes them to ask for more candies, or throw eggs if the person doesn’t have anything to offer. He forgets a bit about his position in the world, and it’s the best way to offer some pleasant moments for kids who don’t have the chance to have an easy life. Probably he will share his loots with all of them when he would find a way to steal everyone’s house in the neighborhood, telling ghost stories around a bonfire, stuffing their bellies with all the candies and snacks they have been able to find.

Mihawk

Dress-up: What are their favorite costume to wear and what kind of costume do they enjoy? Would they put on a costume or are they reluctant to do so? Do they put effort in their costume or are they doing the minimum?

If Mihawk eventually decides to dress up for Halloween, you better be sure that he would put a lot of efforts in his costume! He particularly adores whatever comes from the Victorian era, using all the fanciest accessories to turn his costume into something absolutely magnificent. Cape, jewels, sharp nails, fake teeth, but also corset, silk shirt... He believes that if you decide to do something, you need to do it with your best skills and attributes, and there’s no excuse to be lazy. Though, there’s also this inner part he won’t clearly talk about... but Mihawk just loves to be dressed-up like this!

Yeet: A random halloween little story about them

One time, only one time, he accepted to celebrate Halloween with Shanks and his crewmates. Only once he lowered his guard, finally indulging his weird and uncommon friend to have a night of celebrations. It ended-up in the most unpleasant party for Mihawk. Too many drinks have been involved, leading the captain of the Red Hair Pirates to mess around with the Navy, putting Mihawk in such an awkward position that he has preferred to abandon Shanks on a virgin island, sailing back to his lonely place, irritated as hell and cursing against his red-haired friend.

Maybe he was also pissed off because he had a good time... but as the numerous legends during Halloween night, these stories are only stories...

Grim Reaper: What are their relationship to death? Are they afraid, open to it? How do they accept it or not?

As many pirates on the sea, Mihawk is pretty detached to the idea that death can be something terrible, or frightening. There’s a certain peace and quietness coming with it, probably because death isn’t something he finds awful, but natural, and perfectly understandable. We all borrow time to the big clock of the universe, one day you have to leave this world of yours behind, and for him, there’s no taboo about it. Probably, he has already accepted that his life could be short because of his activities, and as a swordman, the best one in the world, he wishes to die with the best honors. He’s also quite open to the idea of ending his own life if he needs to, completely aware of the warriors’ tradition. He’s perfectly comfortable with the idea of dying one day, whether it be in a near future, or in a long time, universe will see how much time he can have anyway.

Prank: Are they up to some mischief during halloween night or do they prefer to keep things casual? Do they like to be pranked, or prank in return?

Obviously not the best person to prank someone, or to be pranked in return! If he believes the spooky season is perhaps the most enjoyable holidays, and that he appreciates a few traditions relied to this particular period, he doesn’t believe that pranking people is on the list. Mihawk remains someone utterly serious, he doesn’t care about activities he finds utterly childish. Surely, kids can have fun between them, but those pranks need to stay away from him. He doesn’t have the patience to deal with that, he’s a busy man.

Trick or treat: What kind of trick-or-treater are they? Do they appreciate the tradition? Do they prefer to stay at home? Did they prepare a bowl of candies or on the contrary, do they have nothing at all ready?

Mihawk doesn’t participate to this tradition and wouldn’t hunt for candies or other snacks, especially when you see what kind of island he appreciates to live on. He’s more a solitary individual, enjoying the silence of his castle, far from the mad crowd and its everlasting passion for hubbub. He doesn’t have candies to offer either, Mihawk preferring to keep a healthy life’s hygiene most of the time. He might have some cakes here and there, but it wouldn’t be very convenient to hand them to kids, and even more, they wouldn’t appreciate the rich aromas of his favorite dishes.

No, for sure, Mihawk prefers to open a bottle of a refined wine and enjoy a good reading, his own communion with the spirits and the undeads surrounding this world.

[easilysuggestible]

Hiii!✨ My 6 characters are: Heracles'n, Wire, Whitey Bay, O-Kiku, Shanks and Spandam! Not very cursed, no? ☺☺

i mean if you consider that i have to basically kill two of those characters it’s a bit mean but that’s the interest of the game after all 😔

okay so first thing first i’m pushing spandam off the highest cliff i can find with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, and i’m lighting heracles on fire because i feel like he’d just shrug it off.

i feel like i’d want to murder shanks real fast if we were to live together but i also feel like he’d be a fun roommate so let’s go with that. i might have a masochism problem.

i’d wrap whitey bay in a blanket because the war and its aftermath must have been the opposite of fun and they all deserve a soft, warm blanket, a hug, and some hot cocklate.

ultimately, *looks wire dead in the eyes* i’d marry kiku. so i guess this fucker only gets a kiss 😔

[psychedelic-ink]

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📝 (can't find the pencil xD)

🌞 Good vibes

✏️ Intelligent vibes

Thank you so much Liruuuuu T^T I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m intelligent but thank you anyway uwu 

what vibes do i give?

[laws-hat-headcanons]

Oh shit in actually really interested now plz continue law being a virgin??

Law

Okay SO!

We all know Law had an awful childhood. He lost his entire family and everyone he had ever known in Flevance. Then he allowed himself to trust and care for Corazon, only to have him taken away as well.

By the time he met Bepo and the others and formed the Heart Pirates he was undoubtedly already planning his revenge on Doflamingo, if not as soon as Corazon died. He would have known that there was a good chance that he would die in the attempt – hence leaving the rest of the Heart Pirates behind when he went to Dressrosa.

I can't see the meticulous and logical Law allowing himself to get in to a romantic relationship with someone knowing he might not be around for long. And chances are that all of his interest was fixated on getting to the New World in order to reach Doflamingo, not looking for a significant other.

That is not to say it couldn't happen – but Law with his trust issues is unlikely to want to put his heart in another persons hands again, not after all the times he has done so before and lost them. I can't see him as the kind of person who would let his guard down enough to have casual sex with just anyone.

I think that after Dressrosa he would still be cautious about falling in love, but he doesn't actively try and avoid it like he did before.

It would probably be quite easy for Law to fool his partner in to thinking he wasn't a virgin, what with his medical knowledge. But I doubt he would consider it something he needed to hide, sex was just not a priority for him at the time.

TL;DR: Law is probably a virgin

Killer

Killer is less likely to be a virgin than a lot of the other characters in OP.

For one – he has to deal with Kid on a daily basis and that kind of stress would lead a man to do just about anything to unwind. Drink can only relax you so far.

Secondly – while we don't quite know what kind of childhood Killer had, I am hoping it was not quite as bad as some of the others we know of. So chances are Killer doesn't have as many trust issues as some and would be more open to sex in general.

I would imagine Killer doesn't have much problem with seeking comfort in the arms of a someone who only requires payment at the end of the night. No strings is probably what he would prefer anyway, as long as he is allowed to keep his helmet on during the process.

I definitely think you might be on to something with the pirates being sort of like famous figures @lirulee! I bet their wanted posters are pinned up on walls like kids do with celebs in our world.

I think with Killer there would always be that level of mystery where people would want to be with him just to try and get a look at his face. His fan base is probably small to start but as his bounty grows so does his following.

Killer doesn't seem like the kind of person to sleep around a lot though. He probably hasn't had many sexual partners and of those he has, Killer probably never had any special attachment to any of them other than them catching his eye.

Being a part of the Kid Pirates probably means that Killer hasn't had much chance to get in to a proper relationship. His S/O would have to come and live on the ship with him and that isn't a very safe life – so that person would have to be very, very special to Killer, but of course once he has that person he never looks anywhere else again.

TL;DR: Killer is likely not a virgin

[alice1290]

Hii!!! Congrats on the 300 followers!! ☺ If the ask box is still open, can i ask for Shanks and letter G? Sfw or nsfw, choose the one you prefer to write cos i'll love both 💕 Thanks so much!! ✨

Thank you, @lirulee!! I was so excited to get to choose with this one and both choices were sooo good. It was a tough decision at first because I had fun ideas for both, but then I just had to go with NS.FW! I hope you enjoy it! 

NS.FW below the cut!

Mystery quote will be in bold. 

Shanks - 300 Followers Event, NS.FW, G 

Shanks’ breath ghosted over your skin as his lips trailed slowly down your torso. His fingers teased your waist, drawing lower to skim your thighs. You squirmed underneath him as his tongue darted playfully inside your belly button, before he continued lower dropping gentle kisses as he shifted lower still.

You parted your legs wider, accommodating his wide shoulders as his exhaled breath blew over your sex. His fingers followed, brushing along the outside of your pussy, tracing the feminine curve of your lips, but not touching where you wanted. He replaced his fingers with his lips, letting his digits trail over your thigh as he peppered your sensitive skin in kisses, still not touching your very center.

A playful nibble to the junction of your thigh was his response when you whined, needing and wanting more. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as his lips slid across the smooth skin of your thigh, moving away from your center. He took his time, traveling all the way up to caress your knee before slowly trailing back down. His fingers continued to dance on your skin, never stopping in one place long. The occasional teasing touch drew close to your entrance or circled just above your clit, but never there, never enough. Yet, it was just enough to work you into a needy mess on the bed.

When his lips pressed just above your clit, fingers teasingly close to your entrance once more, you growled lowly, “You’re such a tease.”

Shanks chuckled, warm breath caressing your skin. “Patience, love, I’ll make it worth your wait.”

He ducked his head, shifting slightly between your legs. He continued his tortuous motions until you thought you might explode as you writhed on the bed, gripping the sheets in your hands. Then his tongue was pressing flat to your clit at the same time that his fingers circled over your entrance, coating you with your arousal. You arched into his touch, moaning loudly, and Shanks hummed, moving his tongue in slow strokes over your clit. Pushing one finger inside you, Shanks flicked his eyes up to meet your gaze. He hummed again, adding a second finger and enjoying the way you squeezed around his digits.

Shanks slid his fingers out of your core before pushing them back inside as deep as he could. He set a leisurely pace, enjoying the slickness of your core. His tongue continued to lap at your sex, sliding down to his fingers and circling your clit in teasing strokes.

“Shanks, please.”

“Please what, love?” he said softly, pulling his mouth just far enough away to speak.

“I’m so close, please.”

A wicked smirk graced his lips. He withdrew his fingers, but before you could whine at the loss, his mouth covered your sex completely, his tongue sliding against your sensitive skin over and over.

Your fingers threaded through his soft hair, nails scratching against his scalp, as your back arched off the bed.

Shanks moaned in pleasure, echoing your own cries, as you fell over the edge of ecstasy. He continued his ministrations, eager to enjoy the sweetness of your orgasm on his tongue. As the waves of your orgasm slowly began to fade he began to ease his movements, returning to lazy kisses and soft caresses.

“Shanks,” you whined as his fingers traced the junction of your thigh.

“Yes, love?”

“You’re being a tease again.”

[doctorgerth]

Here i am, coming out of my shyness, leaving my anon mask behind 😈 I've been feeling a little down lately so i'd love something sweet, fluff, with Shanks, but still romantic. Maybe how we get together? Like, how it gets serious, a confession, something like that, but whatever you feel like will be good 🥰 (Teal anon, you can call me Liru too) Thanks for all your work!!! 💕✨

Shanks is...a goofball when he’s drunk. And just such a cheesy man in general. At least in my head anyway lol I had lots of fun writing for him. I don’t get to do that a lot, so thanks for this request! Hope you enjoy and that it helped cheer you up a bit! Proud of you for conquering your shyness 😋

"Liru, c’mere.” Shanks motioned for you in silly manners and you knew well enough that he was drunk. Patting his lap, you rolled your eyes with a small smile and sat down, no matter how embarrassed you were at the notion. His arms wrapped around you instantly and he nuzzled his face into your back like a child. The crew members that shared the table with their captain couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before them and that made the all too familiar warmth blossom along your cheeks. Shanks noticed immediately and beamed brightly with that infectious smile, “Aren’t they the cutest?!” 

“Shanks, stop...” You whined as you attempted to cover your face and wriggled in his lap. His grip on you was firm however and he shook his head violently.

“No way, look guys, look at my little shortcake. Tell them how pretty they are!” 

You’d never get used to that, what was supposed to be endearing, nickname. It always made your stomach flip in the weirdest ways and you weren’t sure if you actually liked it or not. What you knew for sure, was that Shanks would be the death of you. Sober Shanks was enough of a handful, but drunk Shanks constantly had you flushing bright red from his shameless advances. 

“Woah, woah! So you’re the captain’s lover now?” Lucky Roo laughed loudly and you whined even further as you jabbed Shanks in the ribs with your elbow.

“I never said that.” 

Shanks pouted, “Hey! That’s mean! Then why were you all kissy with me last night?” Another jab to the ribs and even drunk Shanks got the hint to shut up.

The entire table laughed and you joined them awkwardly, hoping everyone was just laughing off. It was still a mystery to you whether the crew knew of you and Shanks after all. It was true that you weren’t his. It’s not like he had officially asked anyway. It didn’t matter how many kisses you shared or how tightly he held you in his bed at night. He had yet to ask you officially, properly, and you were beginning to assume that what you two had was nothing more than physical. Though you two had shared many heartfelt conversations countless times before and the emotional connection was more than evident.

The rest of the night was long and Shanks continued to tease you just to rile you up. You didn’t mind, no matter if your actions said otherwise. Shanks’ playful nature with you was one of the many things that had you head over heels for him. It made your heart thump wildly the way he’d look at you and it amazed you at how it never faltered whether he was drunk or sober. There was always that twinkle of adoration in his eyes, paired with that toothy smile that made your heart melt every single time. And you easily noticed that he always gave that look to you alone.

You were unsure what to think of it, especially as he was giving you that look now while you tucked him gently into bed.

“So...you won’t be mine?” His smile drooped into a dramatic frown as he easily complied to you fluffing his pillow and pulling the blankets over him. 

You sighed exasperatedly but smiled down at him nonetheless, “Maybe tomorrow, Shanks.” He’d probably forget this entire exchange by the morning anyhow. 

“Well I’d better get to sleep then, so tomorrow will get here faster.” He sounded like a kid on Christmas Eve and it only made your heart yearn for him even more. If there was anything you knew about Shanks, it was that he never said anything he didn’t mean. Not even when he was drunk. So if he was so eager to claim you as his, why wouldn’t he do so? 

You left his room with further confusion, and you knew you were probably over complicating the situation. You just desired to feel a sense of control over your relationships, and with Shanks it was nearly impossible to control your intense whirlwind of a romance. It was a nice change and you loved what you had together, but you needed clarity. You needed to know what you two were. As you laid your head upon your pillow, you struggled to fall asleep as your head raced with possible scenarios, both good and bad, and suddenly you were very nervous and probably unprepared for tomorrow. 

The next day came and Shanks was nowhere to be found. You’d intended to wake him up in the morning with water and hangover medicine, but you only found his bed empty. When you returned into the hallway, you felt a hand on your back and instantly peered up to see Benn towering over you, “Captain said we’re having an important meeting. We gotta go.” 

You followed the herd of the crew as they collected onto the deck and your eyes instantly caught Shanks’. He smiled down at you and waved excitedly which made you wonder if he remembered your conversation last night after all. 

“Now that everyone is here, I have an important announcement to make.” Shanks called out while the crew listened intently. “It’s come to my attention that there’s been a rumor going around that Liru and I are together.” Your face burned instantly as all eyes fell on you and you could hear the murmurs of the crew. Just what was Shanks up to?

“I just wanted to take the time to squash those rumors.” You swore you could hear the sound of your heart breaking over everything else around you. Your skin grew cold as the many piercing eyes remained on you and the murmuring only continued, “And hopefully make them a reality. If Liru will have me.”

The crew emitted a low and amused ooh that tingled your body to its core. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head as his words echoed in your brain, slowly making less and less sense as they repeated like a broken record. You watched with bated breath as he descended the stairs and made his way toward you, the crowd easily clearing the way for their captain. When he stood before you he took your trembling hands in his, giving you the look.

“So, it’s tomorrow. Whaddya say? Will you be mine?” 

Pause. Both for dramatic effect and so you could regain your composure. Just as his confident smile began to fade, you took his face between your hands and inhaled a shaky breath.

“Yes, you dummy. You kept me waiting long enough!” Without thinking twice, you pulled him down into a passionate kiss. He easily met you halfway, lifting you up off your feet to pull you as close as possible into him in eager excitement to finally seal the deal. The crew cheered wildly around you, already setting up for another big celebration, but all you could focus on was the familiar softness of Shanks’ lips on your own. His lips now finally yours to claim.

[silenceofthecookies]

Hii!✨Congrats on the followers!! 😊 Can i ask Green Tea for Mihawk? Thx so much!! 💕✨

Hi Liru! Thank you! ❤ You sure picked yourself a good Halloween treat. The prompt will be marked in bold and there are no warnings needed! Enjoy! 

Happy Halloween! ❤

You stepped out of the boat and looked around. The island was dark and all the trees were dead. There was no trace of life aside from you and the man next to you. Normally, you wouldn’t even have thought about setting foot on this foreboding island. But it was the home of the man you loved. And he had finally invited you to come over.

The two of you had been together for quite some time already. Mihawk would often come to visit you, but he always said his island was ‘no place for anyone but a pirate’. Because of that, he never let you come there. You also knew that for the last few years, Mihawk had two visitors living with him. Two other pirates, uninvited guests who he had not chased out for some reason. So of course, you said that you could always use the same strategy. Arrive uninvited and stay there. Mihawk, knowing you were capable of actually doing that, or at least trying, gave in. He didn’t want you wandering the island on your own, the humandrills were too dangerous.

That’s how Mihawk had picked you up in his little coffin-shaped boat, and how you had now arrived on Kuraigana Island. As you looked around, Mihawk stepped out of his boat too and tied it to the little pier. He then wrapped an arm around your waist as he started walking.

“Stay close, the humandrills know better than to attack me, but they won’t think twice about attacking you if you stray.”

You nodded and leaned into him a bit, taking full advantage of the situation. Mihawk noticed and chuckled as he continued walking. The scenery did not get any better. All plants were still dead, and once you got a little while from the shore, you could spot huge monkey-like creatures with weapons, hiding between the trees. The glare in their eyes told that they would strike at the first point of weakness. It unnerved you a little, and you were glad to have Mihawk by your side.

All worry about the humandrills disappeared the moment you saw the castle though. It was no fairy tale castle, but it was still an impressive piece of architecture, and very beautiful despite the somewhat eery feel it had to it. Mihawk chuckled at your awestruck expression and opened the door, letting you enter the building.

The inside of the castle reminded you even more of a classic vampire novel than the outside. Once you entered the castle, the first room you entered seemed to be fairly normal, except that it was rather empty. Once you passed through the double doors at the end of the room though, the feeling of being in a novel really hit you. It was a gigantic room, pretty much empty. High pillars supported the ceiling, and the ceiling itself used to have a painting on it. Most of the paint had already flaked off, and the parts that were still intact were covered in cobwebs. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that there were gargoyles close to the ceiling as well. To your left was a gigantic staircase leading up to the next floor, there was a hallway to the right, and another set of double doors right in front of you.

Mihawk proceeded to give you a rundown of the castle. There were hidden corridors and passageways everywhere. He even mentioned Zoro found a few of those on accident, and Perona helped explore the rooms behind locked doors.

The prettiest place was the chapel, which Mihawk had turned into a library. The room was well-lit with gigantic windows, and the stained glass windows almost gave an otherworldly feel to it. Mihawk described the way it looked when he found it, with rotten and broken benches and an altar full of battle marks, and you were surprised he managed to turn it around this much. There was one thing that bothered you about this place though.

“Mihawk, it’s freezing in here.” “It always is for some reason. It’s very refreshing in the summer. I think Perona mentioned something about ghosts living here. I did have to clean up some dead bodies from the chapel when I came to live here.” Mihawk said casually as he shrugged off his coat and put it around your shoulders. Shivers ran up your spine as you heard the story. Mihawk chuckled when he saw your fear. “Worry not, Y/N. There are no such things as ghosts. And if there are, I have never seen them, nor have they bothered me.”

His words did not comfort you, and you pulled his coat tighter around yourself, as if it was a magical relic that would protect you from any spirits. It didn’t help that the sun was already setting, casting an eerie red glow into the former chapel. Looking around, you felt like there was someone else in the room, someone apart from you and Mihawk. You heard Mihawk say something about getting changed before dinner as he pulled you away from the room. After staring at the room for a little while longer, you tore your eyes away from it, focussing on your boyfriend instead.

Dinner was nice, and after that the two of you had made yourself comfortable in front of the fireplace. It was nice to finally be there with him, but the uneasy feeling you got in the chapel never left. Despite the room being perfectly warm, you still caught yourself looking though the room from time to time, half expecting to find a spirit standing in a corner of the room, or to see an orb of light floating by. All the things you had heard from the stories. You never told Mihawk, but he caught you looking around the room every now and then. He knew very well he had scared you a little with his story but to be honest, your reactions amused him, and he was even enjoying teasing you a little.

When you asked him if he had heard that sound too, the sound of a humandrill outside the castle, he answered he hadn’t heard it. When a the flames made a sudden move in the wind, causing your head to read around at the change of lighting, he casually ask if something was wrong, only to hear you pretend to not have seen anything. Probably the most amusing thing was that you refused to take off his coat, even if it was a little big on you. He didn’t mind though, he had already put on his dress shirt and wasn’t planning on wearing his coat until he left the castle.

Time flew by, and soon it was time to go to bed. Mihawk and you walked up the stairs to the bedrooms, where Mihawk asked you a question he already knew the answer to.

“Would you like to have your own room, Y/N?”

Finally, you stopped holding back your thoughts.

“Are you mad? There’s freaking ghosts out here! They’ve been looking at me all night, I can feel it! I’m sleeping with you and that’s that!”

Mihawk nodded and opened the door to his bedroom, gesturing for you to go inside with a slight smile that he couldn’t hide anymore. He knew you’d be curled up in his arms all night, and to be honest, he wasn’t complaining.

[nakunakunomi]

Hiii! Congrats on finishing the exams! ✨ I'd like to ask for headcanons about Rayleigh as a friend with someone younger than him! I know it's kind of a general ask but i have a very soft spot for him, maybe he tries to teach them haki?🤔 Thanks!! 💕

Kind of hyped to have written something for Rayleigh~ added some Shakky into the mix as well since we’re not taking the romantic route and oh my, I would kill to be like reader. Rayleigh plz train me too. Enjoy my love!! 

Training with Rayleigh - general HC 

2nd person genderneutral reader  

You had been travelling the seas for a while now, never really having a single destination in mind. You just wanted to get stronger, strong enough to hold your own; alone at sea makes you an easy target for all the pirate crews, even though you’re just there taking in the sights mostly. 

So you go from island to island, finding a job to get you some money, finding you a mentor to get some training, exploring the island, packing up your stuff, rinse and repeat. It’s a dangerous lifestyle, but also a very rewarding one. You meet the most interesting people, hear their stories and share yours. Every single day is an adventure; and whenever you feel you’re getting too much of a routine and getting too comfortable with training, you know it’s time to set sail for the next island. 

And you made it all the way to Saobody, which is an adventure in itself. A major hub for travelers of all sorts, pirates, marines and assorted other criminals, there is not a day that is boring as there are new people to meet every day. So you predict pretty early on that your stay is going to be longer than initially anticipated. 

You find lodging that’s not too expensive and set out to find a job, the way you always do, going round bars and stores asking if they could use a hand. And that’s how you meet Shakky and Rayleigh. 

Initially you’re mostly just hanging at the bar, asking questions, listening to the wonderful stories of their adventures. There is so, so, so much you can learn from them and after a few weeks filled with adventurous stories you switch jobs so you can help Shakky at the bar during peak hours, and train with Rayleigh during more quiet times. 

You had gathered all your courage to ask him for some guidance and training, there was no one else on this archipelago that could be a better mentor, and to your big surprise he had agreed. 

It was a wonderful experience. Rayleigh was not sugarcoating his feedback and training was extremely tough, especially in combination with the more busy shifts at Shakky’s bar. But being able to sit down afterwards with a fresh dinner with possibly the two most impressive and interesting people you had ever met in your life. 

The absolute highlight of your training days with Rayleigh were when you finally started working on Haki; the training even more intense but equally rewarding. Sometimes, by the time you get back to the bar you’re sore all over and covered in bruises, but the way you can feel yourself get even stronger every single day is worth it so much. 

But as the weeks go on, you can feel the way your body has changed to now properly use all the techniques you learned in the years beforehand, enhanced by Rayleigh’s guidance and teachings. 

Genuine compliments are rare; encouragement is splendid. Working for that little ‘wow’ whenever you finally perfect a new move or technique is the most rewarding experience. Not everyone gets the chance to impress the dark king himself. 

You get quite emotional by the time Rayleigh decides you’re ready to move on with your journey. By that time you have spent more than a year on Saobody and even though adventure and something new is calling you, there is a feeling of missing already settling in. 

They don’t let you leave empty handed though. Vivre cards are exchanged, as well as a safe way to communicate and some snacks to have on your way. One thing you know for sure: Saboby is the destination you’ll be visiting multiple times this lifetime.

[rospergs]

That moment where I totally spoiled the second ending of Black Panther to my friend because I grabbed her hand really hard and she went “oh, ok, so that’s who appears. Nice.” @lirulee I’m sorry?

[psychedelic-ink]

A/N: This is a gift for the amazing @lirulee she asked for a self insert with Mihawk and a bit spice to it! I hope you enjoy it and merry early christmas love ! also I listened to the nutcracker so many times while writing this uwu

Summary: Mihawk wants to do something truly special on christmas for Liru, he comes up with an idea...hopefully Liru likes it. 

Genre: Romance/Lemon (aka ns.fw) 

Word Count: 1718 k

Warnings: Mihawk wearing something unfashionable. 

Prompt: The Nutcracker 

With a sigh, Mihawk brushed away the strand of hair that had fallen upon Liru’s face. She was sleeping peacefully, her head right on top of his lap. His hawk like gaze shifted from her to the christmas three that was across from the couch, thanks to Liru the tree was heavily decorated with colorful bulbs and shimmering rainbow like fairy lights. It was quite beautiful, and even if he hadn’t admitted it decorating the tree with her was quite fun and amusing. 

He wanted to do something special for her, something that would make tomorrow night memorable. 

Mihawk’s mind wandered for a while, he was sure that Liru would be happy with any surprise but he truly wanted it to be something that would make her truly happy. He thought about the day they decorated the three together, she had mentioned something about a nutcracker...what was it? A ballet? Liru mentioned to him that she would dance to it on her wedding day, of course Mihawk had found the idea absurd. The nutcracker had nothing do with a wedding but then again if it was special for her it was special to him too. 

He would have to make a visit to Perona tomorrow. 

“What do you mean they sold out?” 

His voice was normal but Perona could tell that Mihawk was furious, his eyes always gave it away. Perona sighed as she placed a cup of black coffee infront of her usual customer. 

“The ballet is today.” she said, did he really think he could find tickets at the last minute? “Of course they’re sold out, it's like the most famous ballet shows out there.” 

“I guess you’re right.” he grumbled, staring at his coffee. 

“This was for Liru right?”

Mihawk nodded, his gaze still fixated on the cup. Perona couldn’t believe he was so down about not being able to go to a ballet. She placed her fingers ever so delicitely on her shin, thoughtful, she stood in silence only for a second when an idea shaped. 

“Liru is out until dinner time right?” her enthusiastic voice managed to make Mihawk snap out of it and look at her. “Why don’t you turn the living room into the nutcracker? I’ve seen the house, you two have plenty of room.” 

“That...might work. What did you had in mind exactly?”

“You could buy costumes,” Perona said, losing herself in the romantic fantasy. “Decorate the room with white fairy light, and light candles, then put the song on so you could offer her to dance with you,” she sighed. “I wish I had someone to do that for me, you two are so lucky.” 

Mihawk looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling at his usual waitress. 

“That’s actually a great idea, thank you so much Perona.” he quickly got up and placed a handful of bills on the table. “I’ll take my leave now, keep the change.” 

Mihawk was a perfectionist, so him checking the preparations he had made a million times wasn’t out of the question. He took a step back to look at it all, like Perona had said, he had bought white fairy lights, candles that smelled of marshmallows and delicious christmas baked goods. He had truly transformed the living room into an icy paradise. The laptop’s screen showed the nutcracker, ready to play the music as soon as Liru entered the living room. 

He was quite proud to be honest, the only issue he had was with the outfit he was wearing. Of course since it was last minute all the good outfits were gone, so the only thing left was a cheap, bright red nutcracker costume. To be fair he didn’t think he looked that bad, but the feeling of cheap fabric against his skin made him feel highly uncomfortable. The worst part was that he also had a hat that came with the costume, a comedically tall nutcracker hat. It was atrocious. 

Mihawk took his place next to the three, at least Liru’s dress was quite beautiful. It would make her shine even further. His eyes landed on the clock up on the wall, she should be here any minute now. 

And just as faith would have it he heard keys going into a lock. 

“I’m baack,” Liru shouted as she entered. “You won’t believe what I got, a dozen of gingerbread cookies. They were on sale too!” 

Mihawk said nothing and patiently waited for Liru to come to him. Finally her soft steps became closer and she appeared at the door frame. Not knowing how to stand, Mihawk just placed his hands on his hips. 

Liru’s eyes scanned the living room, her mouth agape, her green eyes widened. The bag she was holding fell to the ground and she took a step inside, entering the winter wonderland. Then her eyes landed on Mihawk, seeing the cheap costume on him made her burst out in laughter. Clutching her stomach, Liru bent over as a laughing fit took over her. 

“What the hell are you wearing?” Liru asked between giggles, she straightened up and wiped a tear from her eye. 

A small smile formed on Mihawk’s lips, her laughter was music to his ears. 

“Can’t you tell?” he asked, amused. “I’m the nutcracker.” 

“The...nutcracker?” 

Before Liru could comprehend what was going on Mihawk closed the distance and took her hand into his. He placed a gentle kiss on top of her hand, his mustache tickling her skin. Then he placed her hand on his chest, right on top of his heart, which was frantically beating in his chest. A faint blush covered Liru’s cheeks as she saw two golden eyes bore into her. 

“Will you have this dance with me?”

“D-Dance?”

“You have to get dressed first, of course.”

“Dressed?!” 

Mihawk’s lips spread out into a devilish smile. 

“Of course, did you think I would suffer alone?” 

When Liru stood in front of Mihawk she was as red as a tomato. The dress was pretty decent compared to Mihawk’s outfit, it was a cliche ballerina dress with a puffy skirt. The skirt was made out of faint blue and pink tulles. It was a strapless dress and the chest area pressed her breasts together, the more that she thought about it the more she liked the dress Mihawk had picked out for her. 

When she found the courage to witness his reaction, she was left in awe. Mihawk was uncharastically red and his eyes were wide. Liru noticed him swallow right before walking up to the laptop and clicking the song to play. He quickly made his way towards her and extended his hand. 

“May I?”

“You may.” Liru answered, giggling. 

Mihawk swiftly pulled Liru closer to him, their chests flushed against each other. He gently took her hand and he led her into a slow dance following the rhythm of the song Liru had listened to so many times.  

“This is nice.” Liru said, still speechless. 

“I’m glad you think so,” Mihawk twirled her around with one hand. “I really wanted to make tonight special.” 

“Well mission accomplished.” she replied with a bright smile. “I’m very pleased with where I am right now.” 

Their eyes were locked onto each other as they swayed with the music, that is until Mihawk decided to do something unscripted and leaned down to kiss her. 

Not expecting a kiss so early in the night Liru gasped as he placed his lips over hers, the kiss was gentle and passionate at the same time. It felt like Mihawk had poured all of his emotion into the simple gesture, he loved her as simple as that and Liru could feel it all. 

Their dancing comes to a halt as the tone of the kiss shifts into one of hunger. Mihawk slid his tongue between her lips and explored every inch of her warm cavern. Liru moaned into the kiss and pressed further against him, Mihawk broke the kiss and left open mouthed kisses from her jaw to her neck. She shivered at the feeling.

Mihawk licked, sucked and bit into her flushed skin. Liru’s legs were already trembling with the stimulation, quickly he grabbed her and laid her on the couch. The music still playing in the background Mihawk was quick to rip off the cheap costume off of him, hovering over her with mere boxers. He lifted her skirt up and slid her underwear to the side, he was pleased to see that she was already soaking wet. 

Lifting his gaze up from her core, Mihawk fixated his gaze onto her. 

“I don’t think I can wait any longer, can I?”

Liru quickly nodded, her mind feeling hazy, she couldn’t even form words. Mihawk pulled out his throbbing cock out of his boxer shorts and aligned himself against her pussy. With one swift motion he buried himself deep inside of her, Liru’s back arched as her walls fluttered around his impressive length. 

Starting out slow, Mihawk started to thrust in and out of her, as her moans gradually became louder his thrusts became faster. With a growl he pulled down the upper part of her dress and grabbed her breasts. The lewd noises of him penetrating her mixed with the soft melodies of the nutcracker. Liru continuously shouted out Mihawk’s name as his movements became harder, she shut her eyes, the pleasure of it all becoming too much for her. 

“Liru,” Mihawk groaned. “I’m...ahh...close.” 

“Me too,” she replied. “Let’s cum together.”

Hearing those words Mihawk let go of one of her breasts and went to rub her clit. She screamed with pleasure and all of the sensations combined was enough to send Liru over the edge. Her walls clamped around Mihawk’s cock as her toes curled. Her whole body spasmed as she came, it was enough to push Mihawk over the edge as well. 

He quickly pulled out and with a loud moan he came all over Liru’s breasts and the newly bought dress. She looked so beautiful covered with his essence, Mihawk leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” Liru replied, still breathless. “This is the best christmas ever.” 

Mihawk chuckled at the words and took a mental note to thank Perona later.