#red haired shanks x dracule mihawk

[lockes-woods]

A Birthday's Gift

Instead of celebrating their birthday as planned on a developed summer island, the reader is stuck on the Red Force after their plans derailed. While it wouldn't have been bad normally both their partners are busy. Mihawk is hard at work recording the inventory and planning the order for their next restock and Shanks as always is strapped with captainly duties and charting their course after the crucial restock. The reader tries their best to not be a brat under the guise of receiving a special birthday surprise from their partners after dinner.

Warnings: anonymous sex, oral (m/f receiving), doggy style, face fucking, cock warming, PIV, spanking, mating press. (let me know if I missed any)

WC: ~6900

A/N: This is a Mishanks x Reader / Reader x ? fic. I started writing to celebrate my own birthday last Friday. It kinda got away from me while I was writing it and is over 24 pages. It's very self-indulgent and the details of the reader reflect me instead of my descriptions of normal vague attributes. It is written in the third person and all compliments/ descriptions of the reader are more male-leaning (ex. they are called handsome). I hope you enjoy it. It was really nice to write just something for myself for once. ^-^

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They could feel a deep warmth spread through their body as they lulled between being awake and asleep. The ever-present rocking of the ship encouraged them back to sleep. That was until a spark shot through their core dragging them back to consciousness. A moan pulled from the depths of their throat as their brain attempted to interpret the foreign stimulation. Their eyes snapped open, still hazy from sleep. The second they saw the vibrant red mop of hair situated between their thighs there was no question about what was going on. A gasp escaped them as they involuntarily ground their hips forward chasing the sensation of Shanks’ fingers pulling back only to immediately be thrusted back into their warmth. They could feel the coil deep within them tighten fast despite not being fully awake. Their hand reached down and found a home threaded through Shanks’ thick locks. A shiver wracked through them as he nipped playfully at their clit. Their loose hold on his hair tightened as they held him flush against their pussy as they attempted to keep him as close as physically possible without suffocating him.

“D-Daddy,” They moaned, “Please, I gotta cum,”

In lieu of answering Shanks doubled down on his efforts not only by speeding up his thrust but also by sealing his lips around their clit and flicking at it with his tongue. A broken cry cut through them as their orgasm came crashing down on them.

“Fuck, Daddy!” they cried loudly; not caring who could potentially overhear them. While they were mindful and even a bit timid when it came to their relationship with the captain when it started, they were now ways past feeling any sort of shame. They would have never lasted this long in the relationship if they ever let their embarrassment hold them back. They had learned that on their first night between the captain and the swordsman. The couple had been shamelessly open about their attraction towards the younger pirate. Whether it was Shanks pulling them onto his lap during celebrations or the ever-present fixation of Mihawk’s eyes on them to deter other suitors it worked. While they did manage to last a fortnight avoiding their ploys, they were only human and quickly succumbed to their advances. The only thing keeping them away, was their will to prove that they earned their spot on the Red Force and were not granted passage solely from the captain’s favor. After their first fight with an enemy ship, it was no longer a question of why Shanks had allowed them into his crew.

A whine escaped them as Shanks sucked another hickey into their plush thighs, bringing them back to the present. It joined the myriads of other marks down there that were at various stages of healing. A smirk stretched against Shanks’ face as he pulled back to sit on his knees. He looked utterly debauched as he wiped the combination of their slick and his spit off his face with the back of his hand. While they shouldn’t be surprised at this point, they were somewhat shocked by the cum stain where Shanks had been rutting against the bed trying to find enough friction to get off. They panted as they pushed themself up on their forearms as they attempted to recover from their wake-up call of an orgasm.

“Happy birthday, handsome,” Shanks greeted, voice still thick with sleep.

“Thanks Daddy,” They responded shyly as the blanket that was barely covering any of their modesty slid off to the side. Despite the amount of time, they had been together Shanks’ eyes still shamelessly raked over their body. They could feel a blush surfacing on their face as he took in their curves normally hidden from the world by layers of oversized clothing and the daily binding of their chest. If it were anyone other than him and Mihawk they would feel objectified and dysphoric. But there was no mistaking the love and admiration in Shanks’ eyes as he gazed down on them.

“Where’s Sir?” they asked, fully sitting up against the headboard.

“He went to get us something to eat before he’s locked into prepping for the order and organizations of supplies when we port with Beck.” Shanks started, crawling up the bed, one leg on either side of their right leg and right palm resting next to their head. “I’m so sorry we weren’t able to port today baby; I know how excited you were to explore the town with me and Sir,”

“It’s okay Daddy, that storm we got stuck in came out of nowhere and that skirmish with that other crew threw us off schedule too.” They responded, unintentionally drawn to Shanks’ lips.

“Still,” Shanks started, breath fanning over their face, “You’re always such a good boy, I’m sorry we won’t be able to celebrate how you deserve.”

“Daddy, you know that doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m here on the ship with you and Sir I’m content.” They said, flexing upward to share a chaste kiss with Shanks. They moaned at the taste of their release. Before he was able to breach their lips with his tongue, they were interrupted by the heavy sound of the captain’s quarters opening and closing.

“Morning Sir,” They greeted, perking up from Mihawk’s presence.

“Good morning, Darling,” he greets back placing a tray of two coffees, three bowls of porridge and what was left of the dried fruit and nuts onto the desk. He knew they preferred a bland breakfast to not upset their stomach early in the morning. Which worked out well with the rations of the remaining food from their last supplies intake. A gasp escaped them as Shanks pulled them against his chest as he now sat propped up against the headboard. Mihawk placed the tray on their lap before perching on the side of the bed to feed them.

“I-I can feed myself,” they stumbled, as Mihawk tore into the nuts and dried berries and mixed them into the porridge.

“Do you not want me to feed you?” Mihawk asked picking up the spoon.

“N-no it’s just,” they sighed looking away.

“Yes,” Mihawk encouraged.

“It just you both baby me enough already,” They started, avoiding eye contact, “It’s kinda makes me anxious about what the others think when I’m being doted on by either of you. Especially in front of the crew.”

“Darling,” Mihawk said, gently cupping their face and tilting it up to force them to meet his gaze. “You know that’s how we show our love and affection. Have the others said anything negative towards you?”

“No, it’s just-it’s just the looks I get when either of you go out of your way to do things for me.” They confessed, finally making eye contact.

“Love, we can deal with reigning in our behavior outside of here later. But while we are in private will you let Sir feed you?” Shanks asked.

“O-okay,” they agreed, they were beginning to feel warm with this ever-lasting blush staining their cheeks. Mihawk hums in response, releasing their face in favor of scooping up some off the porridge and toppings into the perfect bite. They opened their mouth without prompting as Mihawk delicately fed them. Shanks rested his chin on their shoulder keeping his arm fully wrapped around them.

“Good boy,” Mihawk compliments as they swallow the last bit of their breakfast. They bit their lip to suppress a bashful smile. Only once they were done did either man acknowledge their coffee and their own breakfast.

“What are you up today, Captain,” They ask, teasingly glancing over their shoulder at Shanks. They could feel Shanks member stirring to life against their back at the mention of his title.

“I’ll be charting the course for after the restock.” He answered, playfully nipping at their ear, “But I suppose that really just depends on whether or not you are a brat today. I’m always happy to move my schedule to make time for your punishments,”

A whine escaped them at the thought of being disciplined.

“But I’ve been so good,” they whined.

“We know baby, and we’re so proud of you. But you do have a tendency to get bratty the longer we are at sea without docking anywhere. And this has been the longest time without docking we’ve had since you joined.” Shanks said.

“If you’re good today we have a special treat for you tonight,” Mihawk said, pressing a kiss to their forehead, before pulling back and collecting the dishes. He made his exit back to the kitchen leaving Shanks and them alone.

“What kinda surprise is it?” they asked, turning in his lap.

“Be good and you’ll find out,” Shanks answered with a smirk as he pulled back from their embrace. They pouted as they watched Shanks dress himself, he pressed one final kiss to their forehead before heading out to fulfill his captainly duties. They groan falling back on their shared bed. It was barely ten in the morning; they had no idea how they were gonna last without disrupting Shanks or Mihawk’s jobs. They didn’t even have any tasks to do because they had finished their weekly chores days prior. They sighed to themself as they willed themself to shower and put on real clothing to leave their cabin. They opted to climb up to the crow’s nest and offer to take the remainder of the morning shift as the lookout. Luckily when they got up to the crow’s nest Lucky Roux was more than happy to let them take over, especially while breakfast was still being served. He gave them an affectionate pat on the head, and a hurried ‘Happy Birthday,’ before descending down to the deck.

The next few hours were quiet, which while no news on the lookout is good news, it wasn’t helping with their boredom. If anything, it made it worse. For a moment it looked like there may be another ship on the horizon, it was actually just a pod of whales coming up for air. They were elated when it finally came time for the 2nd shift watchmen to relieve their post. Yasopp greeted them with more happy birthday wishes and an affectionate ruffle of their hair before he took over and they descended back to the deck. The entire climb down they argued with themself if it would be bratty to pull Mihawk aside to have some lunch together. They knew that the restock was crucial and that he and Beck needed to do inventory to restock accurately. Any miscalculations could cost them not only money, but their lives if they weren’t careful. 

They opted to go down to check and see if he had had lunch yet or if he needed any help. They descended to the lower deck at a leisurely pace. They still had ways before dinner and even more time till dessert and the reveal of their surprise. They truly had no idea what it could be. They already expected it to be a party, considering their fellow crewmates never gave up a chance to live the night like it was their last. It felt like it might be sexual, but it could also always be something more mundane like a book. But they doubted that Shanks or Mihawk would withhold that from them considering the time they’ve been at sea. They were so in their head they almost ran straight into Beckman as he was walking from one room to another with a barrel balanced over his shoulder.

“Watch out half-pint; I’ve squashed bugs bigger than you.” He grunted, pushing past them.

“Beckkkk,” they whined following him away from the auxiliary storage room to the main one on this deck, “It’s my birthday, you’re not allowed to be mean to me.”

“Is that right, pretty boy?” Beckman grunted, placing the barrel down, before leaning back against it. Even with his slouched posture and slight bend in his knees he easily towered over them. “What exactly are you gonna do to stop me? You gonna go cry to your Daddy about it?” he asked with an amused smirk, pushing his hand back through his silver locks. The slightest bit of skin on his toned stomach came into view as he stretched. They unintentionally puffed their cheeks out as a blush colored their face. While they had always had a teasing relationship with Beck, they were never not affected by how casual he was about their sexual relationship with Shanks. They had only been seeing the couple for a little over a week when Beck switched to referring to Shanks by his name or position when they were around him. Instead, he would call him, ‘their Daddy,’ no matter what company they were in. It was especially embarrassing when other crews were around.

“Darling, are you bothering Beckman?” Mihawk called out from below.

“Yes,”

“No,” They answered simultaneously with Beck. Mihawk gave them a warning look as he peaked up from the staircase below.

“Shut up,” they groaned at Beck.

“Darling you are aware if you distract any of the crew from their positions today you won’t get your surprise,” Mihawk said, in a warning tone.

“I just came down to see if you had lunch yet,” they said in their defense.

“It’s three in the afternoon, have you not eaten yet?” Mihawk asked, tone dark with command. It was the same voice he used when punishing them in the bedroom.

“No?” they answered cautiously.

“Go to the kitchen this instant and get something to eat,” Mihawk ordered,

“But-” they attempted to start before they lost their voice at the sight of Mihawk’s intense glare.

“Fine,” They sighed.

“Good,” Mihawk said descending below to the next deck. They dragged their feet as they made their way over to the staircase to go up to the deck.

“Good boy,” Beck called after them, smirk clear in his tone. They shot him a glare over their shoulder, opting to flip him off in case Mihawk was still listening in. They always hated that Beck affected them so much. Outside of his friendly bullying, they would be pained to admit how attracted they were to him. It felt like something was wrong with them. He was like the definition of a silver fox. They couldn’t help their intrusive thoughts about what it would be like under him. He was half a head taller than their partners and wider set. He could easily throw them around. Something about older men who could easily break them always turned them on. Maybe there was something wrong with them.

Their thoughts were interrupted when they got into the kitchen, they were quickly pushed back out with a sandwich and their canteen filled with fresh water. The kitchen crew made it abundantly clear that the kitchen would be closed until the festivities started later that night. They backtracked to their cabin to eat and read for a bit. Once they were seated at their desk, they practically inhaled their sandwich only now being hit by their hunger. Afterwards, they laid on their stomach on the bed propped up by a pillow under their chest, and began to read one of their favorite erotic novels. They were so familiar with their well-loved copy that it was easy to jump to read through all of their favorite scenes. They unintentionally bit their lip as they flipped to the second to last sex scene in the book. The main character was being tossed around like a rag doll as their partner easily bent, stretched, and stuffed them. They sighed to themself as they began to feel themself getting wet. While they would never trade their relationship with Mihawk and Shanks for the world, they did have this not-so-hidden desire for them to be rougher in bed. Every punishment was delicately formed to keep them within their limits, never pushing past that. The closest they could get to the rough fucking they wanted was when either man was jealous. And even then, it would only result in an ache in their core and an abused clit. On the rare occasion that happened, they were always doted on extra the following day in an unneeded apology. The frustrating part was that the couple were both rough with each other when they fucked without them. When they slept together Mihawk and Shanks were always putting them first whether it was making sure they came first or double-checking in on their comfort level.

Another sigh escaped them. They really had nothing to complain about being able to be in a well-communicated and safe relationship should be enough for them. Even if their punishments never contained the rough impact play, they craved and were more based on edging or total orgasm denial they should be content. This was the first relationship they had ever been in where felt this level of unconditional love. They couldn’t help but feel guilt that they were a little ungrateful. They tossed their novel back in the footlocker at the base of the bed to switch it out with one of their favorite mystery novels and made their way to the upper deck where the charting room was to check in on Shanks.

It was only a quick few-minute walk from the captain’s quarters to the navigation room. They only had to walk up two flights of steps and down a long hallway to be at their destination. They knocked on the closed door, shifting their weight from foot to foot as they waited for a response. They debated internally if they should just leave. They knew Shanks was busy, but they found themself longing to be in his presence. Even if it was just silently sitting in the same room, they would be able to satiate their need for him.

“Enter,” Shanks beckoned, snapping them out of their thoughts. They took a deep breath before pushing the large heavy door inward. It was at times like these that it became apparent the ship was built for someone of Shanks’s size. They poked their head around the door to gauge Shanks’ reaction before entering. To their relief Shanks’ serious face morphed into a smile at the sight of them. Taking that as a good sign they slipped in and pushed the door closed once again.

“Hey baby,” Shanks greeted pushing back his chair as they wandered over to him.

“Hey, Daddy,” they shyly responded standing in front of him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, smiling down at them warmly.

“I just-I just missed you,” They responded, a fresh blush coloring their face, “I was wondering if it’d be okay if I sat with you?” they asked looking up at him.

“Of course, baby,” Shanks responded with a smile, as he pushed his chair back more to accommodate them. They crawled up into his lap and slid backwards so that their back was to his chest. Shanks rested his chin on their shoulder as he went back to charting their next route. They tried to focus on their novel, they really did, but between Shanks’ every exhale hitting their ear, the warmth he naturally emitted, and the woodsy smell of his aftershave they lost focus on the book and closed their eyes. They rested against him for a few minutes before getting slightly antsy. They weren’t able to sleep or focus on their novel. They let out a disgruntled huff as they tried to decide their next move.

“Sweetheart?” Shanks asked in a neutral tone.

“Yes, Daddy?” they responded.

“Are you feeling, okay?”

“No, Daddy.” They answered truthfully, “I just wanna be close to you, but this isn’t enough.”

“Oh? And how do you recommend us getting closer?” Shanks asked in his trademark teasing voice.

“I wan-I need you in me,” They responded trying to be conscious of their tone and not sound too whiney,

“Okay,” Shanks said shifting his weight backwards against the chair.

“Okay?” the responded not expecting Shanks to give up on the task so easily. A squeak escaped them as Shanks’ hand pushed up their top and grabbed onto their waistband.

“Daddy?” they asked in an unsure tone.

“Yes, baby?” he asked as they automatically lifted their hips allowing him to push down their pants to their knees.

“What are you doing?” they asked cautiously, as they felt his cock begin to stir awake behind them.

“Getting you ready for my cock,” he answered, encouraging them to spread their thighs so that he would have easy access to their core.

“But what if someone comes in,” They gasp, as he traced his fingers up and down their slit.

“I’ll scoot in so that no one can see us,” he answered, easing two fingers into their heat. He began to scissor and stretch his fingers, pulling a moan from them, “Plus do you think anyone would really be surprised by finding us like this?”

They inadvertently clenched at the mention of being found out.

“Oh? Would you like that baby?” Shanks asked, teasingly, “Would you like for someone to catch us in a compromising position?”

“N-no,” they whined, “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this,”

“Oh? Not even a certain first mate?” he asked, easing his fingers out as he began to slowly push his member up into them. The mention of Beck caused them to clench again. A whine escaped them at the sensation of the deep stretch of their walls to accommodate his dick. Instead of answering his accusation, they began to suck his pointer and middle fingers into their mouth. They let out a content sigh through their nose at the feeling of him bottoming out. Shank eased his fingers out of their mouth, wiping the saliva-covered fingers on his trousers before picking up the pen and continuing his job of mapping out their next route. They focused on their breathing as they willed themself to not grind down on Shanks’ length. They were at a loss on how to respond. They weren’t sure what would come of it if they answered honestly. If they lied, they doubt that Shanks would believe them.

“Would it be bad if I’d like that?” They asked hesitantly, as they focused in on the map scrawled out in front of them, avoiding eye contact. They could feel a deep hum vibrate through Shanks’ chest against their back.

“Of course, not baby,” Shanks said, setting his fountain pen down once again, “Liking someone in that way is innate, it’s not something you can ignore. As long as you communicate well with me and Sir I don’t see an issue with pursuing those feelings. Before you joined Mihawk and I would occasionally have one night stands either together or separate.”

“Why did you stop when I started on the Red Force?” they asked.

“Because you fulfill all of our desires love; there’s no need for anyone else.” He answered simply, “If you wanted to pursue Beck in any capacity, I doubt Sir or I would have a problem with it as long as you’re being communitive. As long as you come back to us, I don’t see an issue.”

“O-okay,” they answered as they attempted to wrap their mind around what Shanks had just told them, “So you’re not mad?”

They were thrown off by the deep chuckle that vibrated through Shanks’ chest behind them, “No love I’m not mad,” he started pressing a kiss to the top of their head, “We’ve been aware of your crush for a while now, we just wanted to go at your pace and not bring it up til you were ready,”

“Oh,” they responded, somewhat dumbfounded.

“Just let us know if you are planning to do anything with him beforehand, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” they replied, shifting slightly to share a chaste kiss with the captain. They stayed like that for a while, until it was almost time to start the festivities. They took care of Shanks’ not-so-little problem while in the shower. Before Shanks could return the favor Mihawk joined them. Both men were all over them granting as many orgasms as they could fit in before the water got cold. The water going cold was exactly the wake-up call they needed to keep them on track. The throuple could have easily stayed in there all night long.

They opted for a slightly more feminine outfit than they had originally planned. They had been on the crew long enough to feel comfortable expressing themself in any style of clothing without the fear of being misgendered. They opted for a matching set of high-waisted flowy floral shorts and a pink cropped button-down with excess fabric that they could tie into a bow at the bottom. They styled their messy dark short curly hair into a little less messy quiff and opted for some simple silver star shaped stud earrings with a matching necklace of the Virgo constellation.

Dinner was eventful as always; the crew ate through the feast like a pack of hungry boars. They didn’t know if it was just their heart-to-heart with Shanks, but they felt like Beck’s eyes had barely left them during the whole meal. For a meal that sat from edge to edge of the table it was easily consumed within a half hour. The night really began to start when the more musically inclined crew members broke out their instruments and the reserve booze was brought up to the main deck under the guise that they were ‘making room’ for the supply intake in the morning. While they spent the first hour together with Shanks and Mihawk they wandered away from their partners as they almost always did at these types of celebrations so that they wouldn’t get overstimulated so early into the night.

They perched themself up against the rails as a pleasant breeze cut through the air. While they had a beer at dinner, they didn’t really care for it, instead, they opted to have some of the sangria that sat in the center of the dessert table. It was sweet and light on their tongue. Much to their dismay the band did remember to sing them happy birthday before getting completely shitfaced. Their face felt like it was on fire as the entire crew sang together to wish them a happy birthday. After they were finished, they joined the crew in a cheer before everyone went back to whatever they had been doing. They placed their glass on one of the now empty barrels of booze before retreating to their quarters to give themself a moment alone so that they could last as long as possible tonight. Once inside they placed a damp wash cloth on the back of their neck to help with how warm they had gotten under everyone’s attention. They had just sat down at the desk in the captain’s quarters to take a swig of water from their canteen when someone knocked at their door. They cocked their head to the side as they opened the door to a slightly drunk Mihawk and Shanks. Shanks had developed his telltale sign of drunkenness with a dark blush formed across his cheeks. While Mihawk was harder to read in general, there was no other reason the tips of his ears would be pink without involving alcohol.

“Why did you knock?” they asked in an amused tone, opening the door wider.

“Cuz it’s time for your present,” Shanks said, slightly louder than necessary.

“Oh? And where would it be?” They asked, glancing around them into the hallway.

“Before bringing you to your present we need to talk about some ground rules,” Mihawk answered, guiding them back inside their shared quarters.

“Okay?” they answered perching on the side of their bed.

“Tonight, we’re gifting you with an experience.” Mihawk started,

“What kind of experience?” They asked.

“We got you a man,” Shanks interrupted, receiving a glare from Mihawk.

“Did you hire a sex worker?” They asked utterly confused. They had been at sea for months. They knew everyone on the Red Force, and as far as they were aware no one was selling their body.

“I don’t think so?” Shanks answered vaguely, “I think they have to be paid to be considered that. The surprise volunteered.”

“Okay, and the surprise would be?” They found themself asking again.

“We know that we don’t fulfill all of your sexual preferences. So, we found someone who wouldn’t mind ‘using’ you.” Mihawk explained. They could feel a new blush surfacing.

“I-I’m not unsatisfied. You didn’t have to do this.” They said slightly panicked that they had somehow made their partners feel insecure.

“Love we care for you deeply, and because of that we don’t feel up to being as rough as we know you’d like us to be,” Mihawk explained.

“You can always not go forward.” Shanks interjected, “If you’re uncomfortable or simply don’t want this you can always turn us down.”

“If I were to agree to this, what would it entail?” They asked shyly.

“Well, you would be able to know who it is or wear a blindfold to keep your surprise’s identity a secret.” Mihawk started, “We’d drop you off in their cabin and collect you in the morning after they have used you to their satisfaction. They have already been briefed on your safe word and nonverbal signals”

They bit their lip as they sat with this information for a moment, they could feel their blush crawling up their face to their ears. They could feel themself getting turned on at the idea of being used.

“Okay,” They said looking up at their partners, “I’ll accept.”

They were met with two satisfied looks.

“Would you like it to remain anonymous or do you want to know?” Shanks asked.

“I want to keep it anonymous,” They answered quickly. They were met with a curt nod from Mihawk as he grabbed their eye mask and gently secured it to their head, making sure there were no gaps that would allow them to see. Then one of their hands reached out and gently grasped their hand. They were led into the hallway, only tipped off by the heavy sound of their door shutting behind them. They tried to keep track of where they were going but found that they were immediately lost. It became apparent that Mihawk and Shanks must be taking a detoured route to confuse them. After what felt like ten minutes of walking, ascending steps, and descending steps they were finally at their destination.

They were met again with the scraping sound of wood against wood as they entered the room. Before they could process the night ahead of them a rough calloused hand softly cupped their face and pulled them into a kiss that the surprise dominated. They let out a whine as he bit their lip, before bullying his tongue into their mouth. They were left gasping as their surprise pulled away from the short, but intense kiss. All they could gather so far was that their surprised tasted of heavy mint, almost like he had just brushed his teeth.

“We’ll see you later love,” Shanks said placing a kiss to their hair line as Mihawk pressed a kiss to the crown of their head.

“Be good darling,” Mihawk said as they left hearing the door scrape open and closed. Before they even had a moment to process things they were being stripped of their clothing. The first few buttons of their top were undone before the surprise grew impatient and ripped the shirt clean off their body. They were soon left in their matching underwear set of skimpy panties and a bra with a plunged neckline. A whimper escaped them as a medium-sided blade skimmed across their chest before catching on the center of their bra and slicing upward. He didn’t waste any time with their panties, opting to pull them clean off in one loud tear. They gasped in response, as their nipples hardened in the drafty room.

They let out a soft whine as he cupped their breasts and began to roll their already-hardened nipple to the point of discomfort. It was odd his right hand had callouses on his pointer and middle finger that his left hand lacked. They let out a gasp as his cock suddenly perked up between them. Whoever he was he was tall and well endowed. His member sat hardened against their upper stomachs, the tip reaching between their breasts. They could hear him shedding his own clothing at the sound of cloth hitting the floor.

He pressed hard against their shoulders and shoved them backward onto his bed. They bounced twice before he grabbed their right ankle in a bruising grip and dragged them back to the foot of the bed. They caught a strong whiff of cigarettes as they took a deep calming breath.

 A whine escaped their throat as he tapped the head of his cock against their lips, spreading precum on them as he went. They stuck their tongue out giving his member kitten licks, before he grew impatient and began to shallowly thrust into their mouth. He quickly gained speed as his hand threaded through their quiff and grabbed onto their hair hard enough for them to feel a slight burn in their scalp. They were forced to open their mouth as wide as they could go as he began to aggressively fuck their throat. They could feel the corner of their mouth burn as he stretched them wider than either Shanks or Mihawk had ever done. They were just thankful they no longer had an issue with their gag reflux or it would already make an already uncomfortable situation worse. They let out a deep exhale when he finally bottomed out, their nose pressed into his pubic bone. They mistook his stillness as an act of kindness before he grabbed their right hand and wrapped it around their throat. Their eyes widened beneath the mask as they felt just how deep he was inside of them.

Another whine formed in their throat, the vibration pulling a groan from their surprise at the inadvertent stimulation of his cock. He began to pull back and thrust in at a brutal pace. Their mind felt hazy as they attempted to figure out who was fucking their throat. It had to be someone both Mihawk and Shanks trusted, at least enough to leave them alone with them. The scent of cigarettes ruled out some of the crew, but not by much. They tried to wrack their brain about what would cause such specific callouses. Their thoughts were interrupted as a low groan escaped from him, as he released down their throat. Their senses were overstimulated by the hot release of his bitter seeds. They breathed heavily through their nose as they did their best to take his load. While they were able to take most of it, there was no way they could swallow all of it. The bit that they did not successfully swallow was immediately pushed back into their mouth. They gasped for air once he had finally pulled back his now limp cock. They panted softly as their breathing evened out. Before they could fully catch their breath, they were flipped on to their stomach. One of his hands pushed them down into the bed between their shoulder blades, while his other held onto their hip keeping their lower half exposed up in the air. The surprise let out a low whistle as he nudged their legs apart giving him a front-row seat to their now exposed pussy.

They found themself gasping as he thrusted two fingers past their entrance without warning. They were acutely aware of his calloused fingers thrusting and curling within them. They couldn’t help but moan shamelessly as his fingers curled and swiped against their front wall. They could feel their orgasm quickly approaching as his girthy fingers hit places within them that they could only dream of reaching. The motion he used felt akin to pulling a trigger on a gun. A gasp escaped them as the realization of who their surprise was. Before they could process their new discovery, they inadvertently called it out through a loud groan.

“Fuck, Beck,” They whined pushing back against him to get as much stimulation as possible. A deep chuckle sounded off behind them as he held a firm grip on their waist to keep them stationary as his fingers sped up.

“Figure it out already, pretty boy?” he grunted, speeding up his thrust. They could only whine in response as their orgasm approached at a rapid speed.

“What was the tip-off?” he asked playfully.

“Callouses,” They gasped, a loud moan pulled at their vocal cords as their orgasm crashed against them. Beck let them ride out their release before prodding any further.

“Callouses?” he asked as they basked in the afterglow of their first orgasm.

“From your gun,” they panted, trying to pull themself back together, “You’re the only one on this crew that smokes, favors guns, and that Shanks would trust enough alone with me.”

“Huh, you’re smarter than you look kid,” Beck said both to praise and insult them, easing his fingers out of their cunt.

“Plus, you just fingered me.” They added.

“Oh, and how does that give away who I am?” he asked.

“You didn’t fuck me right away. You gotta wait to get hard again.” They responded in a know-it-all tone. They yelped as Beck smacked their pussy hard instead of responding right away. They thought they were safe until he landed two more slaps against their lower lips each harder than the last.

“You got a smart mouth,” Beck said, tone tight.

“Yeah, the fuck you gonna do about it?” they snarked back.

“I’m gonna fuck the attitude out of you,” Beck grunted, thrusting into them without warning, “But I bet a slut like you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

They gasped against the sudden intrusion, before holding their ground.

“We’re gonna be here for a while if we gotta wait for you. Unless you popped some pills before we started,” they said, a smirk clear in their voice as they doubled down. They didn’t have a moment to react before Beck’s hand came down on their ass hard before swinging back down on them in the same instant backhanding their other cheek. They felt not only the swift pain from his palm but also the welts beginning to bloom where his rings had landed on their backside. They let out a pained cry, as tears pricked their eyes.

“Fuck,” Beck groaned at their walls sucking him in and clenching tight around him from their pain, “I can’t believe how many times I’ve had to listen to Shanks go on and on about how you’re their good boy. Maybe that charade works on them, but I know what a brat you really are. You’re just a slut for attention. Fuck I wonder how many crew members you’d let fuck you just to be the center of attention.”

“N-no one,” they gasped as his fleeting patience subsided as he pulled all the way out and thrust back into their heat at a breakneck pace.

“Baby there’s no reason to deny it. You’re such a slut you were gonna let anyone from the crew fuck you if it meant you getting your way.” Beck grunted, his pace never letting up.

“Fuck, Beck,” they moaned, mind growing hazy, “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Is that right?” he grunted in response, the sound of him pounding into them from behind filled the room. A loud smack was heard each time his pubic bone slapped against their ass.

“No,” they moaned, trying their best to stay balanced on their forearms while his brutal pace only grew faster, “I just want Sir and Daddy an-and you” they fought to get out.

“Really?” he grunted,

“Yes,” they cried in response, “I’ve had a crush on you since I joined.” They confessed as their walls began to spasm, moments away from their orgasm. They toppled over the edge squeezing Beck hard. He gasped pulling out seconds before he would have cum in their heat. His still erect cock pulse against their ass, as he panted. They whimpered at the empty feeling as they came back down to earth.

Before they had time to react, he flipped them over onto their back, tearing the sleep mask off them; only to reveal their watery eyes looking up at him through their lashes.

“You only want me and your doms?” he panted, cock pulsing against their thigh.

“Yes,” they nodded as tears escaped them from the overstimulation. He pressed a soft kiss to their lips. They moaned in unison as Beck once again filled them to the brim before he threw their legs over his well-defined shoulders and pressed up into them in a mating press.

“Well, I guess we better start making up for lost time,” he smirked looking down at them fondly, before snapping his hips back and into them again. They could only whine in response, their brain no longer capable of forming coherent thoughts. They stayed connected for the majority of the night, as Beck bent, stretched and stuffed them into delirium.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read ^-^. If you follow my other stories I'm going to stop trying to have an update schedule and instead update when I can in no particular order. Work/applying to school is just making my schedule a nightmare.

Hopefully updating soon.

-Locke

[mcqraw]

[manofbeskar]

sometimes the sun is a kind boy with a straw hat

[bitterly-almond]

A little comic inspired by @eastbluesaga 'something old; something new' fic. Previously posted on my old blog but I got shadowbanned lol.

[reineydraws]

so at first i was like, "hey, yor's name is pronounced yoru; wouldnt it be cute to draw yor holding yoru?"

naturally, this led to:

takanome as ibara hime :')

bonus mishanks, twiyor, and some of the kids:

[lehguru]

THINK YOU NEED SOMEONE YOUNGER + ONE PIECE MEN

they start to realize they might be a little too old for you ft. crocodile, mihawk, smoker, shanks, doflamingo, corazon

info: will do this for other fandoms too i think, angsty on some; not proofread

crocodile never felt insecure, at least when it came to your relationship. after he left impel down and came to look for you, things got a little... weird. he was avoiding you. you knew it wasn't because he didn't want to bring you into his business (he did it more than once), it was something you didn't really understand. before you could even confront him about it, he said out of nowhere one day: "did you... get with anyone while i was away?" he looked at you with a hard stare. "someone... younger?" you almost laughed at his question, but you held yourself back. your arms circled his waist and you rested your chin on his chest. 'i don't know anyone younger that is as attractive as you, sir.' he grinned, holding the back of your head with his hand. "good."

mihawk noticed how you and zoro interacted during his time at the island. he wasn't suspicious that something was happening, he knew you would never cheat on him or break his trust; but... a thought started to spread in his mind like poison. once zoro and perona left, and you two finally managed to carry on with your married life alone, he asked you one day while you drank tea together. "how do you feel about me being... older?" you looked at him with raised eyebrows and 'the only thing that matters to me is you. i fell in love with your personality and the way you treat me, not your age.' he hummed, a deep sound that you know reverberated on his chest. even if it was faint, you could see a soft pink dusting his cheeks.

smoker didn't think about your age gap until he overheard some of the new recruits talking about you two. captain smoker having a younger partner is a little weird isn't it, was what they said. when he was back home and you were resting against his chest, softly playing with the hair on the area, he told you about it. you looked up, your eyes shining, 'old pan makes good food'. the laughter that left his lips was one that he always reserved for you, his most sincere and genuine laugh; he pressed his lips on the top of your head, murmuring praises and love confessions against your hair.

shanks really didn't care about it, not as much as other members of his crew did – with how well they knew their captain, the man would be destroyed if you decided to leave him. 'she might go for a younger guy, when your thing doesn't get up anymore.' they usually voiced their concerns in the form of jokes, so they wouldn't be too harsh on their captain, but it was effective. those comments made him start to realize what you two were – lovers. one day, without telling you, he and the crew left. simply left the island, leaving you behind with only an note written "don't look for me." in a messy manner.

one thing about doflamingo is that he gets whatever he wants whenever he wants. and since the moment he laid eyes on you, you were his. the people that tried to comment on your age gap always "mysteriously" disappeared, even if they were from inside his organization. no one could talk about him and his partner like that. if he ever brought up the topic, it was only to test if you were seeing anyone or wanted someone younger (he knows you don't. he knows everything); your praises towards him and your love always left him pleased – he would give you the same in return.

corazon is frequently insecure about your relationship. he wonders if you really love him, if he's good enough for you, if he's being a good boyfriend, if he missed any important date that he should've remembered – your age gap (made worse by your height gap too) is only another one of those concerns. no matter what you say, he often asks you if you wouldn't want to be with someone younger and with a better family than him. one day, after he asked that for the millionth time, you answered: "we can have a family of our own, rosi. you deserve happiness. you said once i made you happy, so i will stay. the only way you're going to get rid of me is if one of us is gone." he chuckled and smiled widely, as he often did around you and law, hugging you tightly against his body. 'i adore you. with all my heart and soul, i love you.'

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

[grandline-fics]

Nightmare Wedding

DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else

WARNINGS: slight angst and some insecurities but with comfort and happy endings in all

CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Law, Zoro

WORDS: 3,014

A/N: I loved this idea and couldn't help but do another. Of course as soon as I posted the last one an idea for Ace finally came to me. Added Ace and Kid for @breadlover6969 and Mihawk, Shanks, and Katakuri (who also won the poll) for @kabloswrld

Hope you all enjoy!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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ACE

Ever since you and Ace became a couple, Ace noticed that he slept amazing when you were beside him. The nights you had to sleep apart however, brought restlessness, sometimes strange dreams that left him feeling as though he hadn’t slept at all, but it was worse when he had to suffer through nightmares. Tonight, he reluctantly went to bed while you had to stay in the infirmary while you recovered from a sickness. It was just a precaution to avoid you infecting the others but Ace needed more convincing than the others. He didn’t care if he got sick and would have risked it but you managed to talk him around, promising it would be just one night and it would make you feel better to know he was safe and healthy. Reluctantly he climbed into the bed and pouted at your empty side until his eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed him. 

“Ace how do I look?” You asked him in his dream and he broke out into an overwhelmed smile, taking in your breathtaking appearance. You were all but glowing, dressed for a wedding; your wedding. Slowly he reached out to cup your face before taking your hand to playfully twirl you and take in your outfit with growing appreciation. Unable to hold back, he pulled you into a tight hug. “You look amazing, you always do.” He whispered, pulling back to see your eyes light with joy as you you looked down at your outfit, smoothing the fabric into place. 

“I’m glad. I hope Marco thinks so too.” You beamed up at him, unaware of Ace’s expression dropping into one of confused dread. Marco? What did Marco have to do with it all? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you quickly took his hands into yours and leaned in with an excited smile. “Ace, will you walk me down the aisle? It’d mean so much to me!”

“B-but…aren’t you going to marry me?” Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing. 

“Ace, don’t be silly!” You grinned, giving him a playful shove. “You know I’m marrying Marco, come on I can’t be late!” Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar. 

His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what he’d just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. “Ace? You should be in bed.” You told him weakly. 

“No, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.” Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare he’d had. “We’re a team right? Through thick and thin…sickness and in health.”

“Aren’t those wedding vows?”

“Are they?” Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. “Must have been a coincidence…”

SHANKS

Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he was searching for. He couldn’t imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder. 

So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. “This is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?” His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. “I mean you’ve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?”

Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldn’t possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didn’t make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasn’t going to be something he’d like. “Benn! Shanks!” 

Both heads turned and Shanks’ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckman’s side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. “Sorry I’m late but we can start now.” You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanks’ face expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready Captain, I can’t wait to marry this man!”

With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. “Everything okay?” You mumbled. 

“Never better.” Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. “Promise me you won’t marry Beck, okay?”

“Why, you wanna marry him?” Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax. 

“The only one I want to be committed to is you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?”

“I do.”

MIHAWK

“Clown, what is the meaning for all of this…fanfare?” Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed ‘Buggy the Clown.’ None of it was to Mihawk’s taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph. 

“Mihawk! So glad you’ve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. They’ll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.” Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawk’s eye twitched at the useless theatrics, he’d asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didn’t need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasn’t there before. “It’s my wedding obviously.”

A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clown’s secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy. 

“Mihawk, no!” You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. “Please it’s my wedding day. Promise there’ll be no fighting. For me okay?” Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him. 

With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, you’d only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. “I was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?”

“No, love.” Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. “Had an awful dream you married the clown and wouldn’t let me cut him to pieces for it.” 

“How strange…” You mused with a yawn. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea, truth be told.”

“Marrying the clown?” Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back. 

“No!” You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Marrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.” Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning. 

KID

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. “Him? You’re seriously going to marry him! He’s a moron!”

“Only sometimes.” You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. “He’s also super strong, and funny, and he’s King of the Pirates now so-”

“What? No he’s not!” Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You weren’t as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you weren’t like that. You saw the good in people, you’d seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay. 

“Kid!” Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. “What is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?” You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. “I’m here, we’re safe in our room. What do you need?”

“Kill Strawhat.” Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. “Nah, he’s not worth my time. Just need you babe.” You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.

“Promise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, you’ll say no.”

“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You reassured him softly. “Don’t care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?”

“Did you just half-ass a proposal to me?” Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly. 

“Not at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.” With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.

KATAKURI

Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his mother’s carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadn’t known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake. 

His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuri’s lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?

From behind him he heard his mother’s loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldn’t wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldn’t help but feel the pain of how you’d been taken from him and he couldn’t do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didn’t even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place. 

Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuri’s hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, you’d fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. “Kata…what’s the matter?” You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him. 

“Just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you. 

“Hm, what kind of dream?” You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.

“Dreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.” He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. “I could only stand by and watch.”

“Sorry you had to dream such a thing but don’t worry that won’t happen.”

“If mother demanded it, I couldn’t fight against her wishes.” Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. “What?”

“Katakuri…we’re already married.” You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husband’s chest. 

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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 2

Due to popular demand I have a part two for you guys!

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader

Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff

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Buggy

The crew was quick to follow orders, Cabaji grabbing you as others grabbed your sons. Dragging you from the restaurant you called a home and out onto the streets, screamed fill the air as the village was being ripped apart. Your boys crying out in fear as the crew harshly brought you onto the ship you once were apart of.

You yelped as you were thrown into Buggy's room. Your boys being tossed in as well, you quickly grabbed Dee and Bee and brought them to your chest. Running your hands through their hair as they sobbed against you, shaking like a leaf and terrified.

"Ssshh it's okay my loves it's okay" you whisper trying to soothe them, holding them tightly to try and ward away the bad dream. After a few hours they finally fell asleep, You carefully rolling up and placing them on Buggy's large bed. It wouldn't be best to let them sleep in your arms since they were fairly large and when asleep could kick and roll. You couldn't risk injury if you were going to escape with the twins.

You tucked them into the big stripped bed and sighed- Surrounded by more of this circus shit made them look way more like Buggy then you cared to admit. Smoothing Dee and Bee wild blue locks with your hand you sighed heavily. Trying to come up with a plan to escape- but the plotting was short lived as the bedroom door opened.

Buggy stared at you and then glanced at the boys as they slept soundly in his bed. He was holding a large tray and set it down on the side table, meeting your eyes as he picked up a fork and took a bite from each both and even a bite of the bread, before taking a seat clearly wanting to show it was safe to eat and feed the children. You looked at the food it was 3 healthy servings of pasta with fresh bread and 3 drinks, 2 milks and a ale. You looked at him in question but you didn't dare voice anything. Instead gently shaking the twins awake-

"Eh? Mom?..." Dee mumbled as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Dinner is here" You say calmly, holding a bowl out to Dee who gently took it in his tiny hands before waking up Bee with a bit more force and doing the same. Splitting the bread in half and giving each half to your sons to make sure they had full bellies.

You ate your own food, Watching as the twins hungrily ate there like they hadn't had a meal before, havjng to make sure they didnt mess up the nice bed. However you kept glancing back at Buggy, feeling his eyes on you.

He sat across the room stull, watching you closely as you wiped their faces clean with your dress and handing them their drinks and even taking your own ale and sipping it. You saw Bee wat hibg Buggy closely, the two staring at each other silently.

"What are you looking at Old Man?-" Bee snapped as he glared at Buggy. You snapping your finger quickly at him.

"Attitude-" You hissed in warning. However heard a shuffle to see Buggy snorting a laugh and turning away to giggle-

"Damn these really are my Kids- I was at least 90% sure before but now it's 100%!" He laughed, actually Wiping the tears from his face.

"Mom what is he talking about?" Dee questioned first, raising a brow at the Clown in their room.

"Yeah and whats with hi-" You smacked your hand over your sons mouth. Knowing that the following question would lead to a fight you didn't have the strength for.

"Boys this is your father... Buggy the Clown. He's a Pirate Captian"

"Our Dads a clown-" Bee deadpanned as his face looked at you in what can only be described as confused horror. You sighing mentally by this, as Dee stared at Buggy suspiciously.

"How do we know?-" Dee started, But Buggy pulled the hat from his head and bandana to show his blue locks that were identical to their.

"Our Dads a Clown!?" Bee said again this time

"I'm a porate clown-" Buggy shot back as he frowned at the boy. The two locking in gaze of equal stubbornness and attitude.

Dee started to say"Is that why you took us?" But was cut off gloriously by Bee"If you're our dad then you suck! Why did you grab mom by her hair and make her cry!" He proclaimed, Jumping up on the bed and pointing to Buggy angrily. You urging the boy to sit down, But Buggy's gaze softened.

"I apologize- I didn't see it was her or else I would have never raided you town. Instead just picked you three up to take with me" He admitted calmly. The seemed to take the wind from Bee's sails as he sat back down- You also surprised to hear Buggy apologize or be so vulnerable.

"I want to have you three here with me and be apart of my children's life" Buggy started as he stared at you- You started to protest but he held up a hand.

"60 Days, that's all I ask. If in 60 days you don't want me in their lives I'll drop you and the boys off at a Marine Base with some berry. Enough to be comforble for the rest of your lives"

It was a good deal- a damn good deal. It's not like you had a berry to your name or a place to return to. That and he genuinely seemed interested in the boys, you gave a defeated sigh.

"Alright... 60 days- then we will talk from there" Buggy smiled at hearing you agreeing to this. Excitement shining in his eyes as he jumped up from his seat.

"Perfect! You all rest here. I'll leave and bring some supplies for you all" Buggy said calmly as he stood up and quickly left, a grin plastered on his face as he left you.

You should have known that Buggy was planning something. For the next 3 days it was like he turned the ship into a child's dream. There was suddently a absurd about of toys, sweets, every game imaginable too seemed to have suddently appeared. Buggy all to happy to shower the twins in anything they asked for, played any game they wanted.

You inwardly sighed as you watched the twins start to warm up to Buggy, More like clinging to him. Bee seemingly the most interested in him while Dee seemed to just love sailing. Having to be coaxed down from the crows nest were he would hide all day. At the mess hall however is were they fit in the best- It was like Buggy had cloned himself the two perfect best friends, aka himself.

Dee had taken to keeping his hair up due to his time in the crows nest and also had become more confident- pushing his brother back whenever he messed with him a bit too much- As for Bee it was like Buggy 2.0- Loud, flashy and ready to find trouble. It had been only 3 days but so much had changed, Currently it being evening dinner time.

Sitting next to Buggy in the mess hall, who had made it a habit of keeping you close you glared as your son then Buggy who was just laugjing "Benny (Y/L/N) get your monkey ass here right now!" You yelled as you saw your son running down the tables of the mess hall. Singing a made of sea shanty that the rest of the freaks were actually drinking and singing along to.

"Let the boy have some fun (Y/N)! It's not like he's hurting anyone- Besides what's the worse that can happen! Stop with the snooty attitude" Buggy proclaimed with a laugh, you saw Dee get a mischievous look in his eye before slipping under the table. You give a sarcastic smile, knowing your twins all too well.

"Fine then, I won't be snooty for the next hour whatever they damage you gotta clean" You proposes with a smile. He laughed and nodded.

"Deal! Finally now we can have some fu-"

And like a symphony of madness all hell broke lose. Dee had popped put from under the table and grabbed Bee's foot nid step. The singing child falling into a massive bowl of mashed potatos which managed to spray everywhere- coating all the people at the table in potatos and the floor which made a few Crewmates who had been walking slip and slam into tables flinging more food and creating more mess paired with a hunk of cake landing right in Buggy's face. Wiping the frosting as he watched the two boys make a run from the mess hall cackling like two Imps.

"Boys!!" He yelled, trying to wipe more of the pink frosting from his face. You smiled and handed him a napkin.

"Have fun Captian!~" You said with a grin and patted his shoulder as Buggy sat there red faced and glaring at you half heartedly. As if taking your cue, you got up and left. Giggling as you hear Buggy snap at some crewmates to grab something to help clean the mess.

Deciding to take the time for yourself you went to the main deck. Leaning against the rails as you watched the dark waves of the ocean and the setting sun. You couldn't lie and say you didn't miss the ocean, or the time to yourself. You stood there watching as the sun set and plunged the ship into darkness, the lanterns of the ship turning on as well as the ship seemed to be sailing in darkness.

"Enjoying your free time?" A deep voice snapped you from your thoughts. Seeing Buggy walking towards you, his face washed of makeup and hair in a ponytail. Having clearly just bathed after getting the mess hall cleaned.

"Yeah, I forgot how nice it is being on this ship.. How are the boys?" Buggy smiled at hearing you enjoying yourself before shrugging.

"Got them washed up and put them to bed.....They seem to like me" He boated, seemingly proud he had formed such a strong bond.

"That they do" You reply. Watching as he put his hands in his pockets a bit awkwardly, that tough Captian Facade crumbling a bit under his own anxiety.

"(Y/N) Why did you leave?... Was it me? Were you ashamed of me or-" He started, the back of his hand brushing against his nose as the enxiety slammed into his chest.

"What?.. No that's not why I left Buggy- I was scared. How the hell was I suppose to go through pregnancy on a ship? Hell the labor?! That was 36 hours to give birth to both of them!" Buggy winced at the thought, you leaned against the railing and stared at him.

"It was the fact that I couldn't predict how you would react and no idea how to raise a baby here. So in a village with at least some stability seemed like the best option- Even if it ment having to do it alone"

You admit, Buggy messing with his gloved hands. Sadness bleeding through his gaze as he sighed.

"I suppose- I can see your point... but I would have put everything on hold if I knew-" Buggy admitted, before rubbing the back of his head a bit hesitantly.

"You know- We only got 60 days and I've been wanting to take a vacation. Drop off the crew maybe for a bit and I know this really nice island" Buggy said casually. Your eyebrows raising at hearing this- He wanted to stop pirating just for you and the twins?

"What?-" You started but he cut you off quickly. "I mean it would only be a little bit of course- unless something urged me to stay a bit longer. However I think being on the open ocean can be damaging for super long term- I mean the meals can cause scurvy and who knows what else" He quickly justified, even at this distance you could see his ears turning red. You couldn't help but giggle at this, which caught his attention quickly.

"I'd like that Buggy.. But I don't want to take you away from what you love" you say, Watching Buggy take a hesitant step towards you.

"Who knows... 60 days can quickly turn into eternity.. if you want it to.. and i lost what i loved once- Ill never let that happen again" He said locking eyes with you which made you smile brighter.

Shanks

It had been 3 weeks since Shanks arrived- and it had been one journey, The man clearly loved to be a father. Willing to do anything for Vivian, her having the powerful pirate wrapped around her little finger and not even knowing it.

Shanks having let his crew take the time for essentially a vacation on his dime while ge stayed in your guestroom. Excited every morning to wake up and play with his daughter. He bought her so many toys, a chest full of pretty dresses, a giant stuffed monkey and a play wood sword since she had been so interest in his.

She had even taken to tying her favorite green ribbon on his sword since "It looks pretty" and he didn't have the will power to take it off. So for the most part, it had been complete and total bliss.

It was early morning when you heard some loud Noises coming from the kitchen area of your home- Getting up from bed and put on your robe and walked to see what all the noise was.

You stood in the kitchen with a raised eyebrow, the only word fitting this situation was- Hilarious. There sat Shanks, sat on the floor with his back leanes against the oven holding a old muffin. His eyes were covered in a thick layer of green glittery eyeshadow (from your makeup bag) hot red lipstick that was sneered on other parts of his face. Some bows randomly scattered in his red hair. His coat that usually covered his missing arm dropped over your daughter who was still in her baby blue tight gown and she was dragging behind her as she adding things to the spread on the floor. A bag of sugar, some water, a scattering of teabags and whatever had been in the fridge- including half eaten sandwiches and cupcakes which Shanks was currently chewing on.

"Starlight, I don't think there is anyway you can make the wate- I mean tea any sweeter" He said calmly, Watching Vi try to pour more sugar into her little China set with her chubby hands. Shanks cringing a bit at this as she poured him a cup and handed it to him.

"See! Now it's perfect!" She chimed and giggled loudly. He gave a smile as he set aside his muffin and sipped the tea, trying to suppress the cringe from the unholy amount of sugar that was mixed with water and a hint of a poor teabag.

"It's delicious Baby Girl- Fantastic" He choked out, working through a smile as he forced himself to take another sip. You couldn't help bit to laugh, which brought the attention of both Red Heads.

"Mommy!" Vivian chimed loudly running towards you still wearing Shank's cloak and you scooped her up carefully.

"I must say Shanks, you look fabulous" You said with a smile. Shanks Grinning up at you as he sat on the floor.

"I always thought I'd look good in green" He said, Gesturing to the sloppy eyeshadow. Rolling himself up to his feet as he smiled down at you.

"By the way are you ready for today?" You raised a brow-

"Oh boy what do you have planned?" Shanks only gave a wide smile before grabbing a box from the kitchen table and holding up a lovely yellow sundress for you and a similar one for Vivian.

"Fun day out!"

Shanks hadnt beem kidding about a fun day, staring with a lovely resturant on the island, sailing, having in a meadow and then time out at the park the sun started to set. Shanks held Vivian who was passed out against him, walking back to your home. The two of you talking about the time you two where together in the past.

"Thank you (Y/N).." He said softly, Smiling as he watched the sun set and the two of you walked up hill.

"For what?" He smiled brightly at you "Making me the happiest man in the world" You couldn't help but blush at hearing this. Looking away bashfully as you came up to your home, Seeing a man standing there a bit awkwardly.

"Yasopp! Glad you stopped by, This is (Y/N) and my darling daughter Vivian. She's asleep right now but I'm sure she'd love to meet ya"

Shank smiled brightly at seeing his fellow crewmate. However the look on Yasopp face said otherwise.

"Its lovely to meet you (Y/N)... but Captian- we have to talk.." He said softly, Shanks frowning at the tone he gave before gently passing Vivian to you.

"I'll be in a sec" He said, nodding you quickly head inside to get Vivian ready for bed. Yasopp and him talked outside, Shanks looked angry. Staring at the letter and running his hand through his hair clearly stressed. You finished cleaning Vivians face and got her in her PJs, tuckering her in for the night. In the hallway you could hear the should of bottles shifting, turning to see Shanks in the kitchen grabbing the bottle of whiskey you kept on the top shelf- his face twisted in anger as he plopped on the couch.

"You have to leave.. don't you-" You finally blurted out, watching him open the bottle with his teeth and take a sip. His eyes shiny with unshed tears, he nodded soberly as he took a hard swig of the drink.

"Shanks you can't finally meet her and just leave her life-" You stressed, anger bubbling in your chest as you stared at him. He sat slunched in the chair a swirling of different emotions in his eyes.

"They need my help.. and I can't risk it (Y/N).... I can't risk them finding out about you and Vi... they would kill you both" He whispered, shock slamming into you. Your eyes drifting to Vivian's room were she laid sleeping.

"...How long will you be gone" You whispered finally, sitting down on your sofa sadly.

"I don't know..." He whispered, defeat written on his face. Holding the bottle out to you, which you took and started to sip before passing it back.

"When do you leave?" Shanks took another heavy swig of the drink and held it out to you. "Tomorrow morning..." You nod at this- Taking another sip of the whiskey.

"...I-Is she going to hate me?" Shanks whispered, Looking up at were he knew Vi was. You shook your head "She doesn't have it in her heart to hate.." You said softly. He nodded at this and messed with the ribbon she tied on his sword, staring at it hard.

"I love her (Y/N).... so much it hurts.." His voice cracked. But he instead stood up, taking a heavy breath.

"I'm going to get some sleep... you should as well" He said softly, Turning and walking back to the guest room. Leaving you alone with the whiskey bottle, as you put it back in its rightful place. You could have sworn you heard hushed sobs... but left them be and went to cry in your own bed as well.

In the morning, the nice breakfast was made. Shanks feeding Vivian her oatmeal and letting her talk his ear off, you knew he needed this moment. Needed to have this with her. Once breakfast was finishes the three of you started the walk to the docks, Vivian holding Shanks hand as they talked about the pretty ocean.

Walking to the docks he saw the ship being loaded up, Vivian staring in awe at the massive vessel and giggled at the sight of all the men who stared at her and gave friendly waves. Shanks taking a deep breath to look at you both. Hurt shining in his eyes as he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Kneeling down he looked at Vivian, his hand cupping her chubby cheek as he took a shaky breath holding back tears clearly. "Princess, I've got to go for a while.."

"But why?... you just got here?"

"I know baby girl- But, see there is this trouble maker- His name is Luffy. Think of him as your big brother, he needs my help.. And I don't want to put you and your Mommy in danger while I go get him. So I have to leave-"

He said, Biting his bottom lip for a second as he let a few tears roll down his cheek. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a solid gold coin- it was quite large and he carefully handed it to Vivian. Her little fingers holding the big coin and touching the detailed design thay decorated it, his Jolly Roger.

"But I promise I'll be back.. but until I do- you have to keep this with you. It's special, it will protect you from Pirates- And when I come back, and I promise I will. I'll trade you that coin for your ribbon back okay?"

He said softly, watching Vivian smile up at him at the promise.

"Okay Daddy.." She said softly before jumping and hugging around his neck. He held her tightly, wrapping his arm around her as if he didn't want to let go.

"Captian-" Yassop said softly, Shanks nodding and carefully standing up. Handing Vivian to you a bit reluctantly, Vivian own eyes starting to water. You held her close as tears rolled down your own cheeks. Shanks leaning in and kissing the tears on your face and one gingerly on your lips.

"I'll see you two again, I swear" He said softly, Stepping back as he followed after his crew. The crew somber like their Captian as he boarded, yelling out commands to set sail. Looking back as the ship began to leave the harbor, Waving at the two of you. Vivian waving back gently as tears rolled down her chubby cheeks clutching the coin close to her chest.

You and Vivian standing on the docks as you watched the ship sail and disapear over the horizon. You sniffles and wiped your eyes of the tears you didn't know had still been running down your cheeks.

Your daughter looking at you and wiping your tears, giving you a smile just like Shanks "Don't worry Mommy.. Daddy said he'd be back"

Mihawk

You stood in your tiny kitchen, rubbing your temple as the days situation settled on your bones. Your son standing next to you chopping vegetables silently, Clearly ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Alucare- Do you want to-"

"No" He cut you off quickly, quickly cutting down on a carrot like it had wronged him. You sighed at this setting the kettle on the stove to start a pot of tea. Knowing damn well what was coming- right on cue there was a knock to the door.

Turning you went to let in the Warlord, he looked like a kicked puppy. Awkwardly standing there at your door with his hat removed, his eyes glancing up at you hesitantly.

"(Y/N)..." He said softly, surprising you that he had even remembered your name. He stepped to the side, inviting him into your home and guiding him to your dining room were he took a seat at the kitchen table.

You took a seat as well, Alucare not turning from preparing the vegetables. A awkward silence following the trio as there was only the sound of chopping.

"Mihawk.. It's been a while" You finally speak, the Warlord nodding in agreement. Silence falling over you two again.

"Oh for God's sake. Alucare sit down please, we are going to get this out" You said, Hearing the shuffle of your son moving from his spot and sitting next to you. You couldn't help but stare in awe- The two sitting across from each other made it seem like they were looking at some odd mirror, they looked almost identical except for the age and minor changes.

"Mihawk this is Alucare, your son. As we can clearly can see. Alucare this is your father Dracule Mihawk"

You introduce, swallowing thickly as the two continued to stare at each other. Silence falling again over you all, Mihawk sighed and rubbed his temple. Turning his eyes away from this odd sort of staring contest.

"Alucare.. That's a good name.. How old are you?" Mihawk asked, staring at his child for a moment before Alucare looked away.

"I'm 16..." He said softly, Mihawk nodding at this before his eyes landed on you.

"How come you didn't tell me- I would have been here, helped you. I have a home and more" He asked, his eyebrows betraying him in pure confusion and he frowned. You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I was scared- How would it look like if some random person claimed to have some famed Warlords child.." You mumbled, still embarrassed by the whole ordeal. "Besides it wasn't even until after are alleyway escapades that I understood who you were-"

"I see..." Mihawk sighed as he stared at Alucare again, who seemed to grow a bit uncomforble at the direction of this conversation.

"Alucare do you wish to ask something of your father?-" You encouraged. Wanting to create a olive branch between the two.

"What is there me to ask? It's not like it's a secret that we are related or his reputation. The only thing I would wonder is how you found out about us-" Alucare said a bit dismissively, you felt genuine surprise at this. He had never shown anyone disrespect before until now-

"There were rumors of you that traveled to a Marine Base I was at- how a child looked like the famed Mihawk... eyes and all" Mihawk clarified. Alucare only rolling his matching yellow eyes at this, standing up from his seat.

"I'll be dismissing myself. Thanks for the talk" He said calmly, walking out the back door and slamming it shut behind him. You sighed and looked to Mihawk

"Hes normally not like that, I don't know what to say" You admit. But the Warlord just stood up with a understanding nod.

"Hes angry... that I understood.. I'll return" He said before following out the back door as well.

Standing by the grove of trees next to the house Alucare let the cool blade of the knives brush over his fingers, sighing as he quickly released the blade at lightning speed at the carved target on the old tree hitting bulls eye. Alucare walking to retrieve the lone blade and repeat the process.

"Impressive shot-" The deep voice only belonging to Mihawk sounded behind the teen. Alucare glancing back at the man as he resumed his position and went back to throwing his blade.

"Thanks I suppose-" Alucare mumbled as he continued to task. Mihawk sighing softly as he glanced at the sky.

"What is the true reason you resent me- One that you don't wish to express with your mother around" He finally asked, staring at the sky. Alucare faltering in his movements for a moment, keeping the blade in his hands for a moment.

"If you had been anyone else she wouldn't have had to suffer so much-" He admitted, his eyes showing a deep sadness as he sighed "I saw the way they looked at her, despite her smiling and ignoring it.. how she acted as a human shield for me. Because we share blood- How she would sit on the bed after working day and night to put that home over our head... how tired she was and then emotionally carying the brunt of people looking at her in either pity, fear otlr disgust for my sake"

He admitted, throwing the blade once again watching the blade stick deeply into the tree the handle being the only thing that showed. Mihawk quietly listened and clenched his hands.

"I understand... if I had known I would have protected her... I would have protected you- Nothing I can say can make up for 16 years of hardship... but I do apologize" Mihawk said, bowing his head gently.

Alucare looked at him silently for a moment. Looking away for a moment and went to grab the blade.

"...How do you sharpen a blade-" Alucare asked, In his own way accepting Mihawk apology and extending a form of communication. Mihawk gave a hint of a smile on his lips as he stepped forward.

"I can show you-"

Tag List-

For all the people who requested Pt. 2

@lunanight1021 @lolavegas20 @cuteastrash @thatcharmingmushroom @marsilis @thesadvampire @amecchii @zaphira-san @matronofthevoid @mothmans-left-nipple

[wdthl-shipart]

That one scene in opla got me thinkin ab them. You know the one.

[constantmourning]

Head

I wanted to write headcanons for giving and receiving head with Mihawk, Shanks, and Buggy... So, here we are :) Can you tell who my favorite is?

18+! Nsft below the cut!

Shanks

Literally a King tbh

Such a giver??

Also loves to receive, but will die between your thighs if that's an option

Giving is his forte!

So soft and sweet! He is- URGH my heart! He loves making you feel good and wants to know you feel good.

Please be loud for him!! Literally does not care if others hear you.

Will pull back from you, rest his cheek on your thigh and will look up at you, reveling in how he makes you feel.

With receiving he is also soft and sweet!

Doesn't face fuck you unless you, like, really want it.

Tells you how good you are as you give him head. Like constant praise.

After you give him head he just has to return the favor!!! You were so good you deserve a reward!

Mihawk

Mihawk really loves receiving but he will also give.

He is sort of a mix between Buggy and Shanks when it comes to giving and receiving.

Doesn't want to particularly die between your thighs (unlike Shanks), but he does love the sounds you make for him.

Is very, very skilled with his mouth AND fingers.

Will nip and suck on your thighs, making sure you mark you up.

Holds your hips steady so you can't buck into him when he's between your thighs.

Does not care if you're loud, but don't expect him to be too loud.

He LOVES receiving

Please, after a long day, please give him head! It helps him relax.

He is more likely to face fuck you than Shanks but doesn't go too crazy

Will praise you, just like Shanks. He prefers to not call you degrading things as he destroys your esophagus.

Buggy!!

Oh boy… buggy is a freak (endearing) for real

Not as much as a giver as Shanks, or Mihawk.

It's not that he doesn't like it… he's just very insecure okay??? He has too many negative thoughts when he's down there to really focus.

All he can think about is his nose getting in the way of going to town on you. He really does try…

After a bunch of reassuring he is good at what does! Like when he's really in a mood for a taste of you he could stay down there a while, even if his body has other places to be his head will be down there. You best believe that.

LOVES TO RECEIVE!

Will literally go crazy on you, be prepared.

He has no qualms about face fucking as long as you're good with it. If you give him the okay he will go buck wild

He doesn't mind degradation, so he will call you horrible little things while you give him head.

Also he will use his Devil Fruit abilities during sex, like he's got somewhere to go and you don't want him to leave? He will leave you his cock, he literally does not care.

He wants you so loud honestly! He needs others to know who you're fucking! He wants them to hear you gagging on him!

[lotostar]

Loved that scene where they made out😍

[lockes-woods]

Stuck Masterlist

Himiko feels like she's in a slump. She's been working her ass off for the past three years and it feels like she's gotten nowhere. She's stuck at her two minimum-wage jobs and is still two years away from getting her degree. Despite the support of her friends, she feels like she's falling behind. Himiko's on the brink of giving up on her dream when a couple comes along with a proposition.

(Sugar Daddy Mihawk & Shanks x Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23: Part 1

Chapter 23: Part 2

Chapter 24: Part 1

Chapter 24: Part 2

Chapter 25

[mcqraw]

[manofbeskar]

caught

[silkentine]

I've been on a fem shanks kick. I hope she enjoys that arm while she's still got it. 💪

[sillylilili]

Fem Cross Guild + Shanks cards request