#shank x reader

Shanks’ penthouse was usually the one place where you could breathe.

Floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft rugs your feet sank into. Expensive leather furniture that felt too luxurious to sit on sometimes. The warm scent of cedarwood from whatever cologne Shanks preferred. Normally it all eased your chest the moment you stepped inside.

But not today. Today felt like hell.

Your chemistry textbook sat spread open on the massive marble kitchen island. Flashcards all over the place and far too bright. Notes scattered. Your laptop screen filled with problem sets that somehow looked more confusing every second.

You’d been studying for hours. You barely noticed when the sun slowly painted the sky in a deep orange and pink hue behind the skyline, or when the soft city lights came on outside. All you noticed was the pounding in your skull, the formulas twisting in your vision and the slight burn in your eyes. 

And then your frustration finally snapped.

A shaky breath. A wrong calculation for the fifth time. A pit forming in your chest that got tighter and tighter until your eyes blurred, then spilled over entirely. So there you were: sitting on one of Shanks’ barstools, hunched over chemistry notes, shoulders shaking with quiet, miserable sobs.

You didn’t even hear the front door click open. But you heard his voice, low and warm, the kind that always made your body instantly uncoil.

“Sweetheart?”

You stiffened. Footsteps padded across the penthouse floor, and then Shanks appeared at the other side of the island, red hair slicked back loosely, keys still in hand.

The moment he saw your tear stained cheeks, his entire demeanor shifted. Confident. Concerned. Gentle in a way only he could manage. He moved around the island without hesitation and crouched beside you, brushing a knuckle softly down your cheek.

“Hey. What’s going on?”

You wiped your face clumsily, embarrassed, your entire body feeling hot. “I—It’s nothing. I’m just… stupid.”

His eyebrows shot up immediately. “Don’t say that.”

“I can’t get any of this right,” you choked. “The exam is in two days, and I—I’ve been trying, but none of it is sticking, and—” Your voice cracked. Hard. Shanks’ expression softened, but his voice deepened with steady reassurance. “Come here.”

You slid off the barstool and he caught you instantly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. You buried your face in his shirt, gripping the fabric while tears soaked the cotton. His hand stroked your back slowly, rhythmically, grounding you. “You’re burned out,” he murmured into your hair. “You’ve been pushing yourself way too hard.”

“I have to do well.” Your voice is still shaky as you speak. 

“And you will.” He pulled back just enough to cup your face in his big hands. “But not like this. Not while you’re falling apart, sweetheart.” You sniffed, eyes glassy. “I can’t stop studying.”

“Yes,” he said softly, brushing away a tear with his thumb, “you can. And you’re going to. Right now.” Your breath trembled. “Shanks, I really—”

“Sweetheart,” he interrupted gently, “you’ve been sitting at that counter since noon. You’re shaking. Your eyes are red. You need a break. A real one.” He stood, still holding your hand, and pulled you toward him with that easy confidence that always made your stomach flip. “Go get your shoes.”

You blinked. “What? Where are we going?”

He smirked, just a little. “Somewhere that isn’t this kitchen full of chemical equations you’re ready to set on fire.” Despite yourself, a tiny laugh escaped. He grinned wider at the sound. “Good. There’s my girl.” His thumb brushed across your knuckles. “Let me take care of you for a bit.”

You hesitated. “You really don’t have to—”

“I want to.” His voice dropped, rough and sincere. “Let me spoil you.”

The way he said it made your chest warm. So you nodded, grabbed your shoes, and let him guide you out of the penthouse and down into the private elevator.

Shanks leaned against the mirrored wall, eyes tracing your face with that slow, appreciative look he never bothered hiding.

“You look tired,” he murmured. “Still beautiful. But tired.” You flushed. “You’re supposed to be helping, not flirting.”

“I can do both,” he said easily. “I’m a great multitasker.” He says so carelessly as he throws a wink your way. 

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The city was glittering when you stepped out into the evening air. Shanks’ car, a sleek luxury model you still weren’t used to riding in, waited at the curb with a soft purr.

He opened the door for you, hand warm against your waist as he helped you in.

“Seatbelt, sweetheart,” he teased as he shut the door. “Can’t have you falling apart twice in one night.” Your cheeks heated as he rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat. “You’re impossible.” He gave you one of those devastating grins. “And yet, you’re here.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Fifteen minutes later, you were standing in front of a high-end boutique, the kind with mannequins wearing outfits that cost more than your textbooks combined. You stared. “Shanks…”

He squeezed your hip lightly. “Pick whatever you want.”

“That’s too much.”

“For you?” He raised a brow. “Never.”

Inside, he was worse, affectionately worse. He wandered through the racks with you, pulling out sweaters, dresses, tops, holding them up to your body with thoughtful consideration.

“This color looks incredible on you,” he said, draping a soft cream sweater over your arm. “You should try this one on, trust me.”

“Oh, that one’s coming home with us. No arguing.”

Every compliment made your cheeks warm. Every touch, a hand on your back, brushing hair from your face, tipping your chin made your chest lighter.

When you stepped out of the dressing room in one of the outfits, he looked you up and down slowly, lips parting in a soft whistle. “Sweetheart…” His voice dropped, amused and reverent. “You’re going to make the whole world jealous.” You covered your face. “Shanks!”

“What?” he chuckled. “I’m being honest. And extremely biased.”

By the time you left the store, Shanks’ arm was draped around your shoulders, bags in his other hand despite your protests.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

In the car back to the penthouse, he glanced over at you and really looked at you.

“You feeling better?” he asked quietly. You nodded, voice soft. “Yeah. A lot.” He reached over, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Good. Because you deserve more than stress and tears.”

Then his hand slid to your thigh, warm and steady. “And next time you’re hurting,” he murmured, “you tell me sooner. I’ll always take care of you.”

Your heart fluttered, full and steady for the first time in days. “Okay,” you whispered. Shanks smiled slow, soft, and adoring. “There’s my girl.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The penthouse was dim when you stepped back inside, the warm gold accent lights glowing along the walls, city lights spilling in through the massive windows like scattered stars. Shanks set the bags down by the entryway, the click of the private elevator behind you sounding louder than anything else.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then Shanks turned to you, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted as he took you in, your soft new sweater, your calmer eyes, your slightly shy smile. “There she is,” he murmured. “My pretty girl.”

You stepped closer without even realizing it. Something in his voice low, coaxing and warm, pulled you toward him like gravity. Shanks reached out, fingers brushing your jaw lightly. “Feeling okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Better. Because of you.” That tiny confession made something flicker behind his eyes, something warm, something wanting. “Good.” His thumb traced the bow of your lower lip. “Because I wasn’t done spoiling you yet.” Your breath hitched, and he chuckled softly at your reaction, eyes gleaming with playful heat.

He lifted his hand, sliding it behind your lower back, guiding you closer until your chest met his. His voice dropped velvet, teasing, dangerously soft. “Come here.” Your hands found the fabric of his shirt without thinking. Shanks dipped his head, forehead brushing yours, noses nearly touching.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his breath warm against your lips.

You didn’t even need words, you just nodded.

He smiled. Slow. Devilish. Tender.

Then he kissed you.

Not rushed. Not demanding. Just slow, sweet at first, almost reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth with every soft press of his lips. His hand slid up your spine, fingertips grazing just enough to make you shiver.

When you sighed into the kiss, he deepened it gently but firm, lips moving against yours in a way that sent warmth curling through your stomach. Your fingers curled into his shirt. His other hand came up to cradle your cheek, tilting your face just right as he murmured against your mouth. 

“That’s it, sweetheart…”

He kissed you again, a little deeper, a little hungrier, but still careful, like he was holding something fragile. You could feel him smiling against your lips when you gasped softly.

He pulled back just an inch, just enough to look at you. “God,” he breathed, thumb brushing your kiss swollen lips, “you’re beautiful when you let yourself relax.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly. Shanks laughed softly and leaned in to steal another quick kiss, just a teasing brush of lips that left you chasing after him. He smirked, pleased. “Cute.”

You swatted his chest lightly. “Stop.”

“Can’t,” he said, tugging you closer by the hips. “Won’t.”

His nose brushed yours again in a soft nuzzle that made your heart flutter in your throat. Then he tilted his head toward the sprawling living room where the city lights glittered through the windows. “Come sit with me,” he murmured. “Let me hold you a while.”

You followed him to the couch, and he pulled you straight onto his lap no hesitation, no question. His hands settled warmly on your waist, thumbs stroking gentle circles through your sweater as you curled into him. His legs spread slightly to cradle you more comfortably, and he leaned back, exhaling slowly like having you there calmed him too.

“There we go,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder. “That’s where you belong.” You felt his lips brush your neck, soft, lingering. Not quite a kiss, more like a promise.

His arms tightened around you, warm and steady and impossibly safe. “Let me take care of you tonight,” he said softly against your skin. “No stress. No tears. Just me and you.”

You turned your head toward him, your lips brushing his cheek. “I’d like that.”

He smiled slowly, warm, and a little dangerous.

“Good,” he murmured, kissing your jaw, “because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

You melted back against him, and Shanks held you through the quiet, through the city glow, through the soft warmth pooling in your chest… kissing you again and again, slow and patient, as if you were the only thing in the world he cared to touch.

when the nerves hit you is when your friend gains confidence in your little endeavour, inching out of her seat, her eyes low lidded — knowing, as she holds your gaze wiggling her brows just a little to get her point across . slipping out of her stool and leaving you there . alone. with the red haired man, just as you'd wished.

he watches you and thinks, all bark then?

the stranger watches you drone on unprompted, the words tumbling out your pretty glossy lips clumsily. you'd like to shut your mouth, to bury yourself away and hope the ground swallows you whole.

but oh mr. handsome red haired stranger can come up with something better for you.

hes got your back pressed into a brick wall rough on your back in an alley not too far from the bar. is it the most romantic place for your first time ever having sex? no, but it'll do.

you're too far gone to complain anyway. far too blissful from his kisses to worry about the risk of a potential audience.

he breaks the kiss, his breathing. little shallow and you whine at the distance. "shh, be patient for me yea?" he shifts your weight in his arm, positioning your back against his chest and his back against the wall.

"there we go. don't want the pretty lady getting hurt now do we?"

its embarrassing the way he moves you around effortlessly with his arm, positioning you the way he wants.

" 'm gonna need your help now sweetheart" his voice though, is so smug, not even breathless. "take it out for me"

you press yourself further into the warmth of his chest, shirt open so wide he might as well not be wearing on at all; still the seams of it trace your skin in your attempt to melt away, to hide. you've only just met the man.

tentatively, you drag your hands over the out line of him above the rough fabric of his pants, slipping your hand in to do as he'd asked. the there skin is like velvet, he's hot and delicate and hard somehow all at once.

you aren't sure what to do now, the length of his hardened cock in on of your hands and you're still spread pathetically in his hold, "mhmn good, touch yourself with your other hand f' me"

you do. frail fingers trace up your outer lips, moving slowly towards your swollen little nub of nerves. you don't mean for it to be teasing, you're just stalling. it seems to have an effect on him though.

rubbing yourself to neediness you can't handle, your fingers turn faster, sloppier. your wetness collects faster than you've experienced before and in your little haze of pleasure you bring the cock in you other hand to your winking entrance. rubbing the head of it over your weeping core and when that becomes too little, without the order coming from him, you slip it in. just a little bit.

the broad man behind you hisses, longing for the feeling of you wrapped his whole. his hips buck up involuntarily, filling you with inches of him in a single moment. resting his forehead against your sweaty temple he whispers to you kind words. words of encouragement, words so sweet and idiotic like yourself would take them to heart.

he goals you steady, thrusting up into you steadily, intensely. there's an effort on your part to meet him halfway but you give in just as you start. slumping against his hot chest, trusting a man you've never known to hold you up. to take care of you in a way no one has done before.

it's a strange sort of pleasure you've never felt before. stinging at first but you hardly felt it in your need. you feel full now, you could feel the drag of his cock against his walls. you could feel how he twitches when you clench to hard. it's dizzying, you tighten around him, one of your hands clawing at his forearms for support and the other going around to hold his neck.

"shit, i- sir i cant take anymore. its too much. its-"

heat takes over your vision and be recognizes the cause of your symptoms before you do, keeping his pace and with his voice hoarse and guiding he orders that you touch your clot. rub it the way you know you like it best.

"come on darling, yea yea . mhhhn fuck. juuust like that, make yerself feel good."

your body tenses, vision going white and moans you can't control spill from the seams of your lips, coming undone, really cumming for the first time. in your slew of mindless babbling you reveal that this is your first time. the words are captured, hardly audible but he catches them as you convulse in his hold, mind melting away but he needs you here still.

the man drags himself out of you, not wanting to overdo it. "atta girl. feel nice? yea? doin so good for a first timer. so so good." his voice is hoarse but still composed, in far better shape than you at the very least. still hard, he lets you down slowly, clumsily helping fix your attire. he flashes you a smile and presses a sweet shallow kiss to your nose as his hand smooths over you hair.

he holds you to his chest, feeling it tighten when you ask for his name. what a sweet thing.

"names shanks, lovie. what's yours?"

I felt someone poking my forehead making me groan, before I opened my eyes to see none other than Wreck it Ralph standing above me making me scream. I scooted backwards bumping into someone. I looked up to see Fix-it Felix Jr. standing there and I stood up backing away. As I was backing away I bumped into someone. I turned around to see Sergeant Calhoun standing there looking down at me. “I’ve never seen you here before who are you” she said and I tried to say something but nothing came out so I closed my mouth and looked away. She started walking towards me and I started walking backwards. My back hit a billboard and she put both of her hands on the side of my head. "So are you going to tell me who you are" she said tilting her head a little.

I looked away as I felt my face flush. I felt her hand grab my jaw and she turned my head so I was looking directly in her eyes. "Answer my question" she growled out causing me to gulp. "It's uh uh Y/N Y/L/N" I said and she raised her eyebrow before letting go of my jaw. "And what game are you from" she asked and I frowned. "I'm not from any game" I said and she raised her eyebrow. "So how are you here then" she said and I sunk down to the ground. "Tamora you're scaring her" I heard Felix say and I looked back up to see her back away before holding a hand out. I looked down at her hand and then back up at her face.

I just stayed on the ground and I saw her frown. "Alright everyone the sun is rising so we should get to our games" Ralph said and I slowly stood up. I just walked over to the bench and sat down with my knees up against my chest. I buried my head in my knees and felt tears roll down my face. "I'm sorry if I scared you" I heard her voice and I looked up to see her standing in front of me. "Why aren't you in your game" I said and she sat down next to me before sighing. "It got unplugged because there was a virus" she said and I frowned. "Oh" I said before resting my head on my knees.

She stayed sitting down next to me until the arcade closed. "Can I come" I said as she stood up. "Sure" she said holding out a hand for me. I slowly took her hand before putting my legs down and standing up. "Here hold on a sec" she said before stepping really close to me. She let go of my hand and put her hands on my cheeks making my face flush red. She whipped away the tear stains that were on my cheeks before pulling back and smiling softly. "Alright come on now" she said grabbing my hand again and we walked towards Fix-it Felix Jr. game.

"Hey guys I brought Y/N with me I didn't want to leave her all alone again" Tamora said as we walked up to a long table. "The more the merrier" Felix said before walking over. He jumped up and kissed Tamora on the cheek before smiling at me while nodding. I looked down at our hands before I looked back up to see her not looking so I pulled my hand away from hers. "Y/N come join us" I heard Ralph shout and I walked over felling Tamora's eyes on me. Ralph handed me a burnt piece of pie and I just smiled. "Thank you" I said looking up at him and he nodded before patting my head. "No problem kid" he said and I took a bit of the burnt pie.

I ate the whole thing in a couple seconds even though it was disgusting. "Sorry we're late but our game has finally shut down for the night" I heard a voice say and I looked up to see Vanellope and Shank. "Vanellope Shank welcome back" Felix said and I rolled my eyes before grabbing a hand full of candy from the bowl that was in the middle of the table. I walked away stuffing my mouth with the candy. I was sitting on the roof of the building looking out at the arcade. "Hey mind if I join you" I just ignored her and continued to stare into space. "Come on what did I do" I heard Tamora say and I rolled my eyes before standing up. As I was about to walk away I felt a hand grab my wrist. I looked over to see Tamora looking at me. "Let go" I said and she didn't making me pull on my wrist. She pulled me towards her and I landed on her lap. I looked down at her as I blushed. "Will you tell me what's wrong" she asked softly and I was about to say something when I heard someone cough. I looked over Tamora's shoulder to see Shank stepping up onto the roof. I got off of Tamora's lap and straightened out my clothes.

Before any of us could say anything there was a huge explosion. I ran over to the edge of the roof to see smoke coming from the ground. The three of us climbed down the latter and rushed over. "What the-" before I could finish my sentence I saw the smoke disappear and I saw a huge hole. I walked slowly over to it and looked into it but there was nothing. I felt the ground crack beneath me before I fell.

I screamed before I bolted up. I looked around as I breathed heavily. I was back in my room making me really confused when I heard the TV playing in the background. I looked over at my TV to see Lilo & Stitch was playing. "It was just a dream" I said before falling back. I looked up at my ceiling as I took deep breaths. "But it felt so damn real" I said as I raised my arms up and looked at my wrists then touched my cheeks. "Who am I kidding it couldn't have been real" I said before groaning and rolling over into my stomach and screaming into my pillows.

I looked over at my clock and saw that it was seven in the morning making me groan again. I got out of bed before walking out of my room and towards the bathroom. I took a long hot shower before I stepped out and dried off. I walked back to my room and to my closet. I got dressed before walking downstairs and getting myself a bowl of cereal. I ate in silence as I scrolled through Instagram stopping at a picture of my ex-best friend and her new boyfriend. I turned my phone off before setting it face down. I looked down at my watch and realized I was going to be late so I finished eating my cereal, put the bowl in the sink and grabbed my phone before rushing out of the house.

I parked in the back of the gas station before walking in the back door. "You're late again Y/N/N" I heard my coworker who was also my best friend say. I looked up to see them looking at me while shaking their head. "Sorry Coby" I said and they sighed before telling me I would be working at the cash register today.

"That will be $13.28 please" I said and the man handed me the money. "Have a good day sir" I said after giving him the change. I looked down at the lottery card I was scratching off and scratched off another number. "Excuse me I'm looking for a pretty girl" I heard someone say and I rolled my eyes. "I think you might be in the wrong place I suggest you try the bar a couple blocks down" I said before I heard the person laugh. "I think I'm in the right place Y/N" my head shot up and my mouth dropped open. I can't believe what I'm seeing did I fall asleep. I pinched myself and realized I wasn't dreaming at all. "Tamora how and Shank what's going on" I said and they looked at each other. "We've well I've been looking all over for you and someone said you worked here so I came here " she said ignoring my question. "No no no I mean how the hell are you here your video game characters" I said and they both nodded. "We may have followed you into the hole well Tamora did I just followed her" Shank said shoving her hands in her back pockets. "So it wasn't a dream it was actually real I actually felt you" I said and my eyes widen in shock at what I just said. "That came out wrong" I said and heard them both chuckle. "Excuse me" we heard a woman say and the two of them stepped to the side as the elder woman walked up to the counter. After giving them elder woman her change she looked at Tamora and Shank before looking back at me. "Son estos dos los Y/N/N de tu novia? Si lo son, eres una chica afortunada." The elderly woman said and I Immediately blushed. "Have a good day" she said before walking out of the gas station. "What did she say" Shank said and I looked up at her. "Nothing important" I said looking between the two of them.