☆ iixch production
My dear sailor 🏴☠️
synopsis: Shanks is in town, and he’s only got one person on his mind as he docks in Windmill Village
warming: cursing, (semi) public sex
Windmill village was in such a buzz that you know immediately knew what it meant, Shanks and his crew would be in town soon. The arrival of the Red Hairs Pirates meant good stories, good drinks and even better company.
You went down to the bar to see Makimo in a rush, readying barrels of beer and rum. Today would be one of her biggest sells of the year. She politely nods to you before getting back to work.
“Y/n! Y/n! This is the day. I know it. Shanks is going to let me onto his crew!” Luffy, a young boy that you had a hand in helping raise calls excitedly as he runs around in a hurry to the docks.
“He’d be lucky to have you, Luffy.” You say chuckling. “C’mon, let’s go to the docks together.” You hold your hand out, which Luffy happily takes as he tugs you forward excited to the ocean.
The cool breeze coming from the sea is a balm from the blazing summer sun. The wood planks creaking under you and Luffy’s feet, as you approach the dock- in infamous ship docked and unloading.
You see Yasopp unloading crates, he grins seeing you, “Y/n! My, my, how have you been lass? Prettier everyday.” He says setting down the crate to give you a hug. You’ve known the crew for years, they were all closed family.
“Just fine, thank you, Yasopp. Good to see you too.” You say chuckling.
Luffy tugs on your shirt, “Hey! I wanna say ‘hi’ too!” He says as he tries to wiggle between you two to join in on the hug.
“Oye! Luffy! Get up here and help us haul these crates!” A crew member orders as he comes down the ramp with crates himself. “Y/n, lovely to see you as always.” He bids as he walks down the dock.
As everyone comes down the vessel with there haul in tow, you shake your head and sigh when you see the smirk on Shanks face.
“Sweet lass, where have you been?” He asks dramatically as he comes down the ramp, and quickly wraps and arms around your waist, tugging you against him.
“Mm, better question, where have you been?” You ask him noticing new scars on his chest as your pressed so close to him.
“Oh, you know… the edge of the world,” He says shrugging before chuckling and suddenly kissing you. “Missed you.”
Your used to the nature of Shanks and reciprocated the kiss. He moved feverishly as his lips move against yours, before tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, and delving deeper into the kiss with his tongue. Soft groan leaves him at the familiarity, the history. God, he missed you.
“Shanks! Stop it!” Luffy huffs suddenly pulling the red head away from you. “We don’t have time for your- shenanigans, you need to catch me up on your adventures!”
You laugh at Shanks defeated glance he sends your way before picking up Luffy and setting him on your shoulders. “Here’s a lesson: the best thing about pirate life is coming home to that special someone.”
Luffy rolls his eyes. “Sure, Shanks.”
You and Shanks laugh as you three walk to Makimo bar, Luffy excited to listen to the adventures of the men- who were surely already two beer kegs through.
•••
The night was a buzz, and the energy was boisterous and lively. Tons of village people listening and drunk. When things were getting a little too heated for young eyes, you all bid Luffy good night.
“Shaaaanks, let my stay up with the men!”
“Go on, little man. We will be here in the morning.” Shanks says.
The boy huffs, but after a wave and prolonged goodbye he leaves, to which Shanks is quick to call you over and sitting you on his lap as he drinks. “Finally.” He says exasperated, and everyone begins laughing.
“If it weren’t for the good beer and port, I’d say the only reason we dock at Windmill Village is so Cap’ can see his lass!” Says one of the members while laughing.
You shake your head, slightly flustered, though Shanks doesn’t know the concept of embarrassment or shame as he drinks and holds your hip with on hand and another on your thigh.
•••
Benn Beckman was recounting an encounter the crew had with some Marines, everyone was attentive and hanging onto the edge of there seat- so were you, except because Shanks was currently pumping two fingers unforgivingly, in and out of your wet cunt.
His hand slithered from behind and under your skirt, underwear pulled the the side as he worked you. Other hand holding a mug full of beer.
Your thighs quenched together and you downcasted your gaze as you tried to control your facial expressions and reactions.
“Shanks…you, couldn’t you pick a more appropriate time..?” You ask breathless and whispered.
“This is an appropriate time, y/n.” He says coming to whisper up to your ear. His warm breath fanning shading your skin eliciting a shiver. “I have to stretch you out before tonight, don’t I?”
You huff and try to rebuttal his faulty logic, you swallow a moan, though whimper slipped through your lips. His thick fingers curled and slid, his thumb rubbing you off. When you feel the overwhelming pleasure turn to a force able orgasm, you hesitate.
“Mmm..Shanks not here,” You say voice held back.
He chuckles and instead of reassuring words, he kisses your neck. His lips spotting your skin, and when he finds your pulse point, giving it extra attention.
“Shanks-!” You whisper yelled at him.
“Shhh, you don’t want the entire village to know your cumming on my lap, do you?” He says smirking with a devilish grin as he feels your body tense, a coil tightened to fringes about to loosen.
“Fuck…” You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. So on Shanks lap, surrounded by his crew and the entirety of Windmill Village, you let yourself have the orgasm Shanks has been curating.
“Fuck, lass, don’t make face.” He says smirking as he watches your expressions, his fingers still rubbing you through the high.
It was so lewd, but god did it feel good. Maybe it was the risk of getting caught, or the fact that you’ve just been deprived while Shanks was away of sexual pleasure, but it hit you harder this time. You could feel his hard cock press against your ass, he wills himself to still his hips, as he feels you rut against him.
And suddenly out of nowhere Shanks stands, causing you to almost buckle to the ground if it weren’t for him holding you by the hips.
“Me and Y/n are going to turn in for the night,” He says, setting down his beer and holding you upright by your waist. “Leave some beer for me!” No one really thought you or Shanks would do any sleeping… the captain really did come to Windmill village for one thing, since you could get better beer on other islands, he wanted you. And he’d keep coming as long as the seas let him.

















