Soooo…

Insp. by x

“Yeah, and I get it. I  already have like 10 kids with me at my base at the current moment and they are all on my nerves.” said Yami as he rubbed his eyes. 

“Aren’t they all like… at least in their twenties?” asked Julius. 

“They are my kids god damn it.” said Yami as he would murder people for every single one of them.

Monkey D. Luffy [One Piece] by TsuyaNoUchi

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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*

this quickly became a lot.

anyways go read @no-droids Rough Day series because it's everything.

more soon!!

Kinktober day 16: wet dreams with Shanks

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

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"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 have a lot of feelings about zoro :( warnings: oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, creampie

it’s one of those nights for zoro where the quiet, still air of the night climbs into his chest to take refuge. the silence fills his lungs till they ache but he almost prefers it to how empty he feels without it. he used to grit his teeth and bear the pain and the echoing whispers of not being strong enough, good enough, not enough but he doesn’t have to anymore. not when he has you.

he doesn’t understand how you always have a bright smile at the ready for a husk of a man like him but he basks in the warmth regardless. it makes him want to tell you about the cold and the silence, about all the jagged, clumsy words that slice his throat when he tries to force them out and how he can never say what he truly means.

he wants to tell you so many things.

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