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Favorite kind of sweets w/ Shanks, Doflamingo, Ace, Koby & Smoker

Content: Gender Neutral reader, no NSFW 

Shanks

What do you mean ‘you’ isn’t an answer?

Really though, Shanks’ favorite kind of sweets would absolutely be alcohol infused chocolate

Those expensive ones with rum in them

He could eat every one of them on his own

It’s the perfect gift for him other than actual alcohol itself

He’ll hide it from the rest of his crew because he does not want to share

If he really likes you though, he might sneak you one

Doflamingo

Doffy is a connoisseur of sweets

He’s tried everything and will continue to, since he gets whatever he wants, whenever

But he’s got a soft spot for some fresh, light, fluffy, strawberry shortcake

Not too much icing, golden cake, it’s his favorite treat

Of course he’s not going to share- that may be an entire cake, but it’s his and even if he likes you, you’re not getting any. You’ll have to make your own

Getting him a surprise slice will turn any sour mood the other way around, so use that to your advantage

Ace

Two words: Cinnamon hearts

Ace loves anything cinnamon. The spice just gets him 

Plus, gifting him little hearts will make his own heart throb

He’ll share with anyone- cinnamon hearts are the type of candy you have to share- at least, he thinks so

They’re also not that popular, so he doesn’t need to worry much about losing much of his candy

If you’ve recently gifted him any, he’ll taste like cinnamon hearts when you kiss him

Koby

Koby is a big fan of all things minty, so peppermint candies would be his favorite

It’s practical, freshens his breath while also giving him a sweet treat

Also, peppermint is a great tool against nausea- so when he’s feeling sickly and anxious at work, he can just pop one and continue on his day

If he’s got the peppermint drops that usually come individually wrapped, he’ll share with anyone who asks for one. Usually Helmeppo, sometimes Garp.

Otherwise he’ll be gathering up candy canes as much as he can and stashing them away in his room just in case he wants a treat so if you gift him some, he’d be over the moon about it

He also tastes like his chosen candy if you kiss him

Smoker

Smoker isn’t one for sweet treats, they’re just too much for him

He likes his coffee and things that are more bitter or savory

If he were to pick something though, he would love some dark chocolate covered almonds

The chocolate isn’t too much since it’s also got the almonds in it, nuts are a good source of protein, and they’re easy to find as he’s travelling on Marine business

He’s not one to share with just anyone. He’ll give some to you with no problem or he’ll give some to Tashigi, and that’s about it.

Gifting him a bag would make him smile, and he would thank you while insisting you really didn’t need to spoil him

Kisses as extra thanks

Le migliori gif da GIPHY!

Imagine meeting your soul mate Shanks

Shanks: *staring at his soulmate mark on his arm while drinking alone at the bar on the other side of the room*

Rockstar: what's the boss doing?

Benn: *glances at Shanks* he's staring at his soul mate mark

Rockstar: he has one!

Benn: yes, keep it down, he usually hides it. He doesn't want them getting hurt or killed because of him. He usually stares at it when he's drunk and wants to be alone, dunno why though.

Shanks: *stares at it because he's dreaming of you and mourning a future he feels he'll never have with you *

Later that evening

Benn: *walking through town when he sees you and spots your soul mate mark* no fucking way

You: *walks past him on your way home*

Benn: *follows you home and waits a while to make sure you aren't leaving before heading back to the bar*

At the bar

Benn: *smacks Shanks* get up and come with me

Shanks: *squints at Benn in irrigation* what's up

Benn: *pulls him out of his seat and out the door* I have a gift for you

Shanks: a gift? Aren't you a gift enough?

Benn: *rolls his eyes* glad to see you aren't loosing your touch boss, but you might want to save it for later, you may need it.

Outside of your house

Benn: stand still

Shanks: what why?

Benn: *starts straightening Shanks up to make him look presentable and rolling up his sleeve*

Shanks: what? Hey, don't do that, someone might see.

Benn: *takes Shanks by the shoulders and pointedly looks him in the eyes* you're just going to have to trust me on this, and for fucks sake stand up straight *rings your door bell and abandons shanks there*

Shanks: hey what are you doing?

You: *opens your door in your PJs holding a mug of hot chocolate* can I help you?

Shanks: *rubs the back of his head* haha, you see my friend shoved me up here and told me to trust him, so I don't really know what I'm doing here.

You: *you drop your mug and your jaw when you see his mark*

Shanks: are you okay?

You: *shows him your mark*

Shanks: oh my... We're-

You: it would seem so

Shanks: ... What now?

You: I don't know.

Benn: *yells from across the street* set up a date!

Shanks: *now really flustered* a date!

You: how about tomorrow we have lunch at the blue moon cafe in town square?

Shanks: huh

Benn: he'll be there! Come here you *grabs Shanks's shirt collar and drags him away*

Toshinori/All Might headcanons: hands.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

As All Might:

His skin gets a little darker in this form.

His hands look abnormally big compared to yours and he always worries he’s going to hurt you by accident.

He tries to be as gentle as he can while in his hero form, especially when he has to quickly move you somewhere.

Enjoys petting your head. The height difference becomes even more apparent in this form. Besides, he knows it irritates you - but since he is in his hero form, you can’t do him any real harm even when you get truly mad.

Will often make fun of how he can pick you up with one hand.

can actually do that

As Toshinori:

His skin is rough and dry. He sometimes uses moisturizing creams, but often forgets to do so.

Has got a lot of scars - big and smaller ones.

He loves to hold hands and will melt if you start tracing over his knuckles or veins. He finds the gesture soothing and calming his nerves.

He always has neat and short nails, because they irritate him.

His hands are always warm.

Toshinori enjoys touching your bare skin, be it on your hands or cheeks or anywhere else. There is something pure to be so close to someone.

[Masterlist]

I keep thinking about how your first time with Shanks is so intense you have to beg for a pause when he first sinks in all the way—how you gasp out a wait, fuck— wait and scramble with your fingers grasping for anything to ground you as you struggle to catch your breath with how deep he is within you. And how he stills, his hand finding your own to thread fingers with yours as he dips his head to bury his face in the crook of your shoulder. His scruff brushes against your sweat-slick skin and you jolt from the feel of it, clenching involuntarily and drawing a low curse from soft lips that pant against the curve of your neck. Can’t be doin’ that if you want me to wait, sweet thing, muttered into your ear with a pointed grind of his hips that has a whine hitching in the back of your throat, and your free hand flying up under the loose linen of his shirt to rake nails down his spine in protest. Admittedly it’s a foolish attempt—one that you can’t find it in you to regret, even if it has the emperor foregoing your request and slotting his lips against yours as he sets a rhythm that steals the breath from your lungs.

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Immense Intensity.

Everything about him was so big..

You couldn’t help it when you felt your eyes roll back into your skull, choking on your spit sobbing. Everything was so overwhelming, his musk was everywhere. Every breath you took was hot.. you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You were perched on his lap so perfect and pretty.. right in-front of the mirror, there was no hiding your lewd expressions from that red haired beast. His breath behind you shuttering, heaving with anticipation, He couldn’t wait to ruin you.

He spread your thighs wide. eyes glued to his prize, watching as that sweet honey dripped out and seeped through your cotton white panties, he hissed as his mouth filled with saliva, only wishing it was the sweet juices of your pretty cunt.

“Fuuck look at youu hm..?” His rough voice rumbling through your ears waking you up from your daze, you hurried to find his burning gaze in the mirror and whimpered. It was too much.. you’d never done anything like this before, so exposed, so vulnerable. You loved it.

He held your gaze like it was a challenge, his lips in a lazy smirk “ohh I know pretty girl” he said in a pouty tone as his big calloused fist gripped the frayed edges of your night dress, ripping it from the heat of your body. Heavy breasts exposed to the bitter cold of the night, nipples turning stiff. You cried out with arms lurching forward to cover them but to no avail. He was too fast. “Don’t you fucking dare” he snarled deeply in your ear, skilfully snatching both arms with his one. and somehow wrestling them behind your back, “You’re gonna let me see it all.. you hear me sweet baby?”

When you kiss them in places they don't expect

Didja miss me? Hehe, yeah a lot of things happened emotionally and otherwise. Enjoy! And seriously. Give me more requests. I love those.

Crocodile

The man is private for goodness sake. Why would you kiss him in public unless it's warranted? Because you damn well love him too fucking much that's why. How can you not want to kiss him when he looks so beautiful to you? If you could you would compose poems, carve his face into marbles, paint him in likeness even when no one else will buy or care about them and because you couldn't care less. You love him after all. Even if he has his own rules of what to and not to do in public or in certain spaces, you'd happily follow them regardless. Anything as long as you could stay next to him after all. Anything in the four seas if it means staying in a relationship with him.

But, there are times where you bite your lip and have to stop from actually drowning the poor man in kisses. This is one of them, where he's walking with you and he's kneeling down letting a tiny puppy lick his fingers as he scratches it's belly. Seas, you shouldn't. You shouldn't. Don't focus on how cute he looks, don't focus on how adorable this is, don't-

"Aren't you a cute thing?" He coos and fuck it.

When he looks at you, you press a kiss to his lips. Out in public. Hands cupping his face. He pauses, then raises an eyebrow at you, a slight frown on his face. The crowd which was slowly forming is now filled with 'aww's and 'that's so cute!'

You huff, leaving his face. "Don't blame me here, you usually aren't like this." There's a grin on your face you can't seem to remove though.

He rolls his eyes, and then comes to his full height as the owner of the puppy -a young child- comes for it, picking it up and looks at him, thanking him for finding it. Giving a vague, single nod he whisks you two away in a cloud of sand, reforming at the doors of Rain Dinners.

"Brat. Think before doing that again." He ruffles your hair. You grin. Looks like he didn't mind so much, maybe you could do it again....

Corazon.

To be clear, you don't know much about the man more than he lets you know. You know him as 'Corazon, Younger brother of the Warlord Doflamingo' but tonight when you two met in the same inn, he sat on the edge of the too-small bed, spreading his legs and letting you stand in between them, close to him as he rests his hands on your hips. He writes to you that he has a secret, you loop your arms around his neck and let one hand play with one of the tails of his hat. You're reassuring him both in speech and body language that you'll listen and you'll keep it to yourself. His amber eyes search yours for a moment more, before leaving one side of your hips to snap his fingers, saying, saying, "Silent."

The noises around you quieten. You don't hear the vendors downstairs bark their wares, you don't hear the chatter and sound of the inn below you two. You don't hear the slight moans of the couple opposite to your room. But you do hear him speak. "My name is Donquixote Rosinanate, Marine Commander code 01746 on a mission from Fleet Admiral Sengoku to stop operations of Warlord and pirate Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your jaw drops, and you stare at him in surprise as he holds your hips again, telling you the story of how he came to be in this wretched situation. Of how his heart holds so much rage and hatred, of his worry and sadness. He tells you in that low, melodious voice of his and you just stand there starstruck as you picture the unwoven scroll of the man you love's past as he tells you. As soon as he's done, he has a mixed picture on his face, of weariness, and exhaustion. So of course you pull his head to your chest, to your heart, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"You brave, wonderful man" You mumble. Your heart is breaking and mending itself, newfound love, appreciation ,and fear now entering with the new information he gave you. "You strong, handsome, perfect man"

He freezes, but soon comes to hold you tighter against him, tension seeping out of his body, as he listens to you. One or your hands goes up his hat, fingers tangling within the strands as you hold him tighter. "Loverboy, look at me please"

When his eyes meet yours you smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "I'm so proud of you." You whisper, watching his eyes grow wide, a goofy smile blooming on his own.

That night, you two don't do much. You talk some more, and fall asleep, his much larger frame curled around yours, your hands holding his head close, tucked under your chin, face buried in his hair.

Sanji.

It's late, and you wake up with your hair mussed, with the sad, miserable feeling that it's too cold and where the Hell is your warm, snuggly lover coupled with a scowl on your face. So you stumble to the one place he's most likely to be. The kitchen. There have been times when you've genuinely been looking for him because you thought he was not in the kitchen only to find out that he is, in fact in the kitchen, he was just looking for something in the lower cupboards and couldn't hear you. Hell, you've chided him a few times for working in the kitchen even after a big fight, so it's safe to assume that really, the blonde would be in the kitchen. You once sat and watched him, wondering that if it was legitimate, would he be this planet's greatest cook in the world, would be allowed to show at competitions? Would he be sought after then? But oh well.

When you finally get to the kitchen, you see him, baking. Uh oh. Now see, baking at night isn't the issue here. You've helped him make croissants and all sorts of stuff in the dead of night. The real issue is that he's doing it alone, at.....you spare a glance at the clock, 4:45 AM. By the four seas......so yes it's an issue. So yes, it's bad, when it isn't baking before he went to sleep. It's bad when he went to sleep in your bed, all snuggly and warm, and woke up in the ass crack of dawn to bake. Hell, it's even worse than in the ashtray next to the knives, it's filled. That means it was something he was terrified of, or something that came to him and he couldn't shrug off.

You run a hand through your hair and enter. Neither of you says anything just yet, and you take your time settling comfortably into the chairs in front of the counter, hand supporting you head as you watch him do his stuff. Your eyes fall onto his frame where you can see some tension in his movements, a slight jitter to the usual grace which he does his job in. Your eyes move to the tiny snail in the corner which plays music. You switch it on, and watch as the music ebbs and flows. And with it, so does the tension, the stress emanating in the gallery.

Some time later which could have been hours, or even minutes later you get up and come behind him, looping your arms around his hips from behind. "How're you feeling, sunflower?" You murmur.

He pauses in his work, most of them done anyway, and takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing out smoke. ".....Better"

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Okay. Wanna take a break?"

"....Fine. Let me just pop them into the oven"

30 minutes later, Robin walks in as per her usual timing to see him, head pillowed on your lap snoring softly, one of your hands in his hair, and the other holding one of his to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. You smile slightly at her arrival and point at the oven. "Could you take them out? Blondie here wanted me to wake him up when they were done but...."

She chuckles, nodding. "I'll handle it. Want some tea?"

"That sounds lovely"

Shanks.

Shanks was open about a lot of things. Laughing, being an oaf, and acting like a goofball, many things. Another thing he was very open about was his relationship with you and the affection he showered on you just so. He would give kisses, hugs, and even random spanks on your ass when he could. He would laugh if you threw a fit but you couldn't help but also want to trip him up just so. Just once.

Your chance finally came when he got injured in battle, causing Hongo to order bed rest and STRICTLY bed rest "No leaving the bed for at least a WEEK, captain. That's an order"

"What? Nooo, I can't!" Whined your boyfriend

Hongo sighed, looking like he was ready to strangle the man based on what shenanigans he would probably start to pull to get out of bed. "Captain, please. Just a week. 5 days is all I'm asking here."

"3!"

"5"

"4!"

"5. No more, no less"

The redhead huffed, turning over in bed "Awful doctor, no man should ever treat his captain this way"

Hongo now looked at you, looking three seconds from yanking his hair out and with desperation. You sighed, sitting on the bed next to him and trying to reassure him.

"Come on, Shanks. Listen to the poor guy. I'll be here helping when I can anyway."

He shifted. Gave you a look. This dumbass.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Shanks, I swear to-"

And that was that. You'd help him when you could, not that you minded. However, when he tried to do anything with you, kissing, hugging, you'd pull away, a grin on your face. In fact, you'd end up giving him kisses where he didn't expect it. Is he leaning in for a kiss on the lips? You kiss the bridge of his nose. He wants to hug you? Lean away and a pat on the head. He tries to kiss your cheek? You move and kiss his ear. It drove him nuts.

"Aw c'mon, not again! What did I do to deserve this!" He complained after you had successfully dodged his attempt to kiss you on your lips. Only to be thwarted when you kissed his jaw instead.

"This is payback baby." You grin, sly and fun.

Then it clicks and he laughs that full, happy, lively laugh of his.

"Awright. But as soon as I'm rested up and good to go...." His eyes gleam with a spark of mischievousness. "You're gonna get it, babe"

True to his word, as soon as Hongo says the word "okay", Shanks leaps out of bed and starts running. You were in the fields of the island, looking around and wandering. You flinch as you feel a familiar presence behind, and you've barely turned your back to see who it is, before he crashes into you, scooping you up and lifting you in his arms.

"Caught you!" He yells with glee and all you can do is laugh and squeal with joy, before curling into him and kissing him on the lips.

Kinktober day 16: wet dreams with Shanks

warning: needy/pathetic shanks, wet dreams, riding.

Kinktober Masterlist

"Fuck- fuck- fuuuckk-" Shanks hadn't been on the bottom in a good long while, but now he wished he let you ride him more often, pussy-drunk in a way he only ever felt when he was suffocating between your thighs and half-delirious on your cries and taste.

Everything felt like a dream— fuzzy around the edges and strangely warm, leaving him feeling dazed and stupid while his gaze stayed fixated on how pretty your pussy looked taking his cock, folds squishing erotically against the red curls around his base when you grinded your hips against his own. His head spun when you whined from the stimulation it gave your clit, and though he'd usually reach down to thumb at your clit and stroke your folds, he couldn't pry his grip on the covers no matter how hard he tried.

"Keep goin', keep goin'," He whined pathetically, drool quickly spilling down his chin and puddling on his firm chest, bucking his hips up in an attempt to keep you bouncing on his cock like he was some sort of toy. "Please, angel, you're so fuckin' tight, pussy grippin' me so harddd-"

He sounded fucking stupid, but he didn't care as his release crept up his spine and made his cock jump excitedly in your hot cunt, rendered helpless to do anything but take what you gave him and thank you for it. He'd only been inside you for a few minutes, but just the sight of you alone left him baffled, bucking and crying for more.

Tits bouncing above him tantalizingly with each pump on his cock, hands on his broad shoulders to keep you from falling over, hair messy and pussy weeping on dick the way he loved so much. He couldn't get enough of the sight, and one glance at the way your face looked, brows furrowed and swollen lips parted in ecstasy, was more than enough send him tipping over the edge.

"Fuck! I'm cummin'! Oh shit, pretty girl, I-I'm-"

"Ah!" He woke with a gasp, hips bucking into the sheets as spurt after spurt of perfectly good cum went wasted in the confines of his tight boxers, whining loudly while he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

It didn't feel good like in the dream. In fact, everything about it felt rather dirty. His fiery hair stuck to his hot face, sweat beading down the back of his neck and soaking his pillow while drool dripped down the corners of his mouth, cock aching with each spasm as he ruined his shorts and made them all wet.

"...Babyyyyy," He whined, turning to push at your shoulder while you so peacefully slept. "Princess, I had a wet dream, please help meee."

He wasn't ashamed in the slightest. Rather, he was hoping you'd help ease the ache in his balls and made his dream a reality, already keening and palming his sticky boxers at the thought of getting to watch you pump yourself on his cock again.

I love it when Luffy grabs Zoro and makes him fly around.

So uh where’s my fanfics about my boy Orm Marius, my boy deserves some love and he’s hot as fuck