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"was wondering where you slipped off to."

a month ago, you think, the sound of a man's voice in your kitchen well past midnight would have given you a heart attack. instead, much to your chagrin, shanks' low rasp—heavy with sleep—only has warmth curling in your chest. you purse your lips.

"’s my home. where would i go?"

shanks presses up against your back. only half an hour ago he’d done the same, tucked beneath the covers of your bed and curled around you so tightly it’d been a challenge to pry yourself free and slip away. you’d thrown on his shirt—plucked it from a corner of your room, a puddle of sea-softened cotton, not bothering to button it any further than you’d found it. he pinches at the sleeve and tugs it down, dragging the fabric down over your arm until it settles, buttoned opening only just covering the swell of your breast.

he’s gentle, touch slight as he brushes the knuckle of his index finger up your bicep. his lips are equally soft when he kisses at your shoulder. his hand finds your stomach, pressing into you, pressing you back into him, then sliding over and settling at the crook of your waist.

that mouth trails over your newly bared skin, up the slope of your collar to unabashedly bury his face into your neck and inhale, deep and slow.

"mm." the noise he lets out is something between a grunt and a sigh, low and rumbling against you. "dunno. you always find somewhere to hide away. what're you making? better be good, for my troubles."

"cookies," you say absent-mindedly, eyes trained on the orange glow of the stovetop light before you where two large brown cookies, still on their baking sheet, are cooling. then you blink. "your troubles?"

"woke up to an empty bed," he bemoans, "had to come down so many flights—"

"three. you think i don't know how tall my lighthouse is?"

"so energetic in the middle of the night. where do you even find the energy?"

you tut, reaching up with your hand to lace your fingers in his hair. almost immediately he turns his face into your palm, pressing a kiss there and rushing to leave more on the pads of your fingers, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of your inner wrist.

"same place you find the energy to complain, i suppose." your thumb twitches as he nips at the base. "i could kick you out, you know."

"how cruel." his hold around you tightens. "you know my back hurts when i sleep on your stoop."

your head snaps to the side, determined to hide the way your face burns at that straightforward confession. luckily shanks seems preoccupied continuing to kiss at that hand, and a second later the oven timer beeps, drawing the attention of both of you.

"looks good," he says, loosening his grip just enough to let you reach out for one of the cookies, now cool enough to pry from the baking sheet.

"does roux ever bake?"

shanks lets out a bark of laughter. "roux's more of a hearty stew kinda guy."

"ah. 'course." your words are mumbled, spoken through the gooey mass of molten chocolate you've just bitten into. still warm, the cookie begins to fall apart almost immediately, collapsing between your fingers—shanks leans in to catch the greater part of the mess with his tongue, laving it over your palm and then up the length of your fingers for any remaining trace of chocolate, careful to press the roughness of his scruffy cheek along your shoulder with each movement. it draws gooseflesh there, sends a shiver down your spine that pools warmly at the base of your stomach.

"i made two for a reason, you know." in the dark quiet of your kitchen at this hour, you keep your voice low, barely more than a whisper.

"mm." his hum is more chipper this time, muffled around your finger as he slowly draws back. "we can split that one too if you'd like."

but his arm tightens around you once more, and he drags his nose along the length of your neck, lips brushing over the skin. when he reaches the base he pauses, pressing a kiss there—then another to the side, and another, lingering and meticulous as he crosses your nape.

"or," he starts, as if breathing a secret, "we could go back to bed."

"sounds like you've made up your mind."

"come back to bed with me. you need rest."

your lips twitch, all too aware that his plans hardly involve rest—yet still you nod. "fine."

and as soon as the word falls from your lips he has you slung over his shoulder, already on his way towards the stairwell. you catch one final glance at the lonely leftover cookie; in the morning it'll be hard, cold, and far too much to eat alone, but shanks has the right idea, you suppose.

you'd much rather spend the rest of the night tangled in the sheets with him.

I need Julius Novachrono.

Like I know he has many kinks….there’s just no way…

Look at how fine he is.

LOOK AT THAT FROWN. I would let this man do anything to me.

Whatever julius novachrono wants HE GETS.

AND HES A NERD TO!! but when he gets serious it’s just such a turn onnn!!!

*sighs* my man…

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Imagine being the only one who can deal with Shanks's dramatic ass

Shanks: *sprawled out on deck like he's a regency era debutant on a fainting chair, bemoaning the loss of his favorite pair of pants in a poker game the night previous.*

Benn: cheer up buddy, we'll get you new pants.

Shanks: It won't be the same, nothing in the world can cheer me up, *starts dramatically sobbing into his hand.*

Benn: *annoyed* (y/n), you deal with this.

You: on it *pulls up a fruit crate, encircles Shanks in your arms and squishes his head into your chest*

Shanks: *wraps his arm around your waist and presses his face into your chest*

Yassop: uh, (y/n) I'm sad too

Shanks: *muffled* I'm not sharing their tiddies

You: a man lost his favorite pair of pants have some respect, even if they were the ugliest pants in existence.

Shanks: hey!

Benn: *whispers loudly* I'm glad I never have to see them again.

Shanks: *whines* I am, they made my ass look great

You: * pats him softly on the head* Darling, there will always be another favorite pair of pants. Remember you only got those pants a month ago, and you had a favorite before that.

Shanks: I know that, but this loss stings bitterly, who takes a man's pants?!

You: You lost them in a bet at a poker table, darling. You were aware of the chance that it might be lost, you were just in denial of that fact.

Shanks: *groans loudly, trailing off into a whine* Stop picking on me and let me mourn my loss.

Benn: * mutters under his breath* nurse your bruised pride while you're at it, preferably in silence.

Shanks: *glares at Benn over his shoulder, and huddles closer to your body*

You: *starts to stroke his hair* there there boys, quiet now, the both of you.

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roronoa "i could eat a peach for hours” zoro

zoro eats pussy slow. there’s no rush when he kisses his way down your chest and stomach until he’s settled between your thighs, legs thrown over his shoulders. he’s got you worked up and squirming from nothing but a few light touches and you can hear the sharp grin in his voice when he says, “settle down. just wanna get a look at you.”

you can’t call what he does looking though. you could drown in the intensity of zoro’s stare. you think you might be, with how you start to pant the longer it goes on. and the whole while, he doesn’t say a word, breathing in the scent of you and just watching your cunt drool and clench around nothing, all for him.

you’re throbbing by the time he finally gets his mouth on you. he greets your pussy with a broad swipe of his tongue, one long lap that ends with a flick against your clit that has you arching off the bed to chase his mouth. it’s nowhere near enough and he knows it. he throws a burly arm around you and pins your hips down with infuriating ease.

“c’mon baby, don’t fight me,” he says when you try in vain to wiggle out of his hold, “you know i’ll take care of you.”

he plants a chaste kiss on your clit and the sweetness behind the small act melts all the fight out of you, “yeah.”

“say it.”

“you’ll take care of me.”

“that’s right,” he leans in to circle his tongue around your entrance, barely dipping inside before he pulls back again, “always.”

the gravity in that one word, the weight and promise of it, pulls you together, zoro’s hand finding yours and lacing your fingers as he licks his way into you.

you shake and tremble and cry through each orgasm, and zoro is there squeezing your hand for each one and groaning into pussy like the pleasure is his own. it might be. it’s the only way you can explain why he devours you until you’re delirious and sweat-soaked, tugging on his short strands to ask for a reprieve.

your silent plea is granted but even as he’s pulling away, he gets in a few last open mouth kisses to your clit that make you shiver with how sensitive you are. zoro takes it as something else and is by your side between one breath and the next, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his broad chest.

“cold?” he asks.

“no,” you say, melting into him as he runs his knuckles down your spine and back up again. you go to reach between his legs but he catches your wrist before you can, “why not?"

“don't worry about it.”

"i wanna make you feel good.”

he brings your hand up to his lips and the gentle kiss he presses to the centre of your palm is paired with a warm puff of laughter and a half-lidded stare that burns you right down to your core, "you have no fucking idea what you do to me."

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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

sex with zoro is intense. he’s a man of few words and even fewer gestures. any sexual desire he does have is being channeled into his work outs so when he’s finally in the mood—trust, he’s pouring his all into you. every stolen glance, every compliment left stuck in his throat, every hug and kiss left unreturned drowns you with each passing kiss, each shaky exchange of breath. it’s all-consuming. and when he gazes at you from above, lids heavy and lips parted you can see the words swimming in his pupils.

“i love you”