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Hiii! i loved your last work with benn so much, could you please do shanks x f reader headcanons? tyyy

Hi lovely! Thank you for this request!! I was so nervous to post the Benn request since I hadn't written for him before, but the reaction was so positive around it, so tysm :3

Ironically after you sent this I got two more Shanks requests, so be ready for more Shanks content coming soon!!!

As for these headcanons, I kind of just let my fingers take over and go wherever they wanted to go - and this is what I ended up with. It's a lil short, but I hope you enjoy the read - and thank you again for submitting an ask :3

Shanks x F!Reader HCs THOTS UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 CW: NSFW, no outright smut but v suggestive + Shanks has a filthy mouth, Shanks is a Shameless Flirt™, two stubborn idiots falling in love, don't tell kidd but he got me feeling some type of way --- word count; ~800

I imagine Shanks to be a one of those goofy guys who can snap his fingers and turn into one of the smoothest talkers on the planet. 

HUUUUUGE flirt, I think that is universally agreed upon, but I think 80% of the time he isn’t even trying to be flirty. Yeah... one of THOSE guys. 

Shanks has a competitive streak when it comes to the ladies, and that’s actually how he ended up chasing after you. Despite your massive crush on the pirate captain, you didn’t fawn over him and throw yourself at him like the other women – which he took as a challenge.  

Little did he know, he resorted to doing exactly that to win you over. Taking every opportunity, he could to make you laugh or blush (gods, the sight of you blushing really gets him going), growing more and more clingy the longer you fended off his affections. 

Finally hits his breaking point after a night of drinking with the boys, saunters up to your room blazing drunk after declaring he was going to give you the best lay of your life to make you fall in love with him. You answer his knock on the door and he drunkenly stumbles into your room and collapses on your bed, mumbling his professions of love for you as he slowly fell unconscious from the effects of the alcohol (he then wakes up confused the next morning why you both still have clothes on, and you have to break it to him that he fell asleep within minutes of coming into your room). 

From that moment on you two grow even closer, which results on both of you tiptoeing around a very fine line for some time, with both of you being too stubborn to be the first one to cross that line. 

Shanks, ever the competitive man, makes a bet with Benn and Yasopp that he’ll get you to cave first – and decides the best way to do so is to rile you up the easiest way he knows how. Besides, he loves how sassy you get when he makes you jealous.  

One night you are sitting at the bar while out with your crew, watching Shanks be his typical flirtatious self. 

One particular woman is trying VERY hard for his attention, and it rubs you the wrong way so you decide to interject yourself in their conversation. 

Shanks notices you getting jealous, so he pushes your buttons a bit more and keeps flirting with the waitress, which eventually causes you to head back to the ship early. 

Shanks didn’t realize just how upset you were until you left, so he comes to check on you when he gets back to the ship.  

You are still very much mad at him, even though you have no claim to him or his affections, and you start to feel embarrassed while yelling at him. 

“I didn’t realize you felt so strongly about your captain,” he teases you, his smirk making you both angry and even more embarrassed.  

You feel your cheeks flush and watch Shanks’ face turn devious (seeing you all worked up is practically his kryptonite). 

You cross your arms and offer him a glare, telling him it’s because he’s blind and that he only thinks with his dick. 

Shanks drops his chin and closes the gap between you two, pressing you up against the wall as he dips his lips down so they graze your ear as he speaks. 

“If I only thought with my dick, I would have had you bent over the command table the first day you joined the crew, pretty girl.” 

“If I only thought with my dick, I’d have you chained to my bed so no one else could ever get their fucking hands on you again.” 

“If I only thought with my dick, I’d ditch this dream of becoming King of the Pirates and spend every waking moment pumping you full of my seed, pretty girl.” 

Your body shivers despite the sweat building on both your bodies, and when Shanks finally pulls back enough to look at your face again, he thinks he might just come in his pants from how flustered you look. 

“Now, are you done being mad at me so I can get on my knees and apologize?” 

Words are not the only thing this man’s mouth is good at, to say the least. 

Spends the rest of the night apologizing to you, even long after you’ve forgiven him.  

After that night, he tones it back on the flirting – though he still gets a little out of control when he drinks a little too much. 

Always knows when to knock it off, however, and never comes close to crossing the line of being unfaithful to you. 

Should I do a part 2? 🤭 ✨come say hai :3✨

this quickly became a lot.

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

more soon!!

rip my ribcage open (devour what’s truly yours)

zoro x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

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Julius can't afford for his reputation to be tainted but what's wrong for letting you suck his dick beneath his desk and covering you with his soft dazzling and fluffy robe while he's doing his paperwork. Marx can't get his ass off doing his job? then Marx should call you to get in the office and stimulate him.

He likes himself shaking holding his quill and maintaining his firm posture while talking to some captains. Excitement? Yes.

Been thinking abt how shanks will lean up and pull you so flush to him and wrap his whole arm around your waist to bounce you on his cock…….. shoves his face into your neck and pants against your sweat-slick skin and you can’t do anything but fall limp against him like a ragdoll and let him do whatever he wants

the mandalorian? isn’t that bitch the powerhouse of the cell?

Imagine leaving shanks sexually frustrated

Part 1 Part 2 (here)

Four hours later

Benn: I'm impressed (y/n), he has finished four of the books. But he seems to be loosing steam. So what ever you did to motivate him, do it again.

You: on it *gets up and heads to the office where you find shanks leaning back in the desk chair, tiredly staring at the books and an abacus*

Shanks: *looks up at you and is clearly wondering if your reward is enough compensation for the tedium that is record keeping*

You: why don't you take a break darling, you look stressed.

Shanks: I am, which is one of the reasons I hate it. *Let's his head droop and he closes his eyes to ease the strain they felt*

You: let me help you relax *spins his chair to face you*

Shanks: *let's out a breathy whine*

You: *threads your fingers through his hair as you straddle his lap*

Shanks: *snaps his eyes open wide in surprise and excitement* ?

You: *chuckles and presses your lips to his*

Shanks: *wraps his arm around your waist and squishes you against his chest as he eagerly returns your kiss*

You: *parts your lips in invitation to him, and gently rolls your hips against his*

Shanks: *moans and deepens the kiss*

You: you feeling relaxed yet?

Shanks: *starts impatiently rolling his hips in tandem with yours* uh huh *pulls you back into a kiss and lifts you so you're now seated on the desk*

You: *puts your foot on his shoulder and pushes him back on his chair when he tries to stand up* ah ah ah

Shanks: *panting and irritated because you knocked the air out of him* but you said you'd help me relax

You: true, and I also said you could fool around with me after you finished archiving the these *holds up one of the books*

Shanks: *scowls at you* oh you'll pay for this

You: *sarcastic as fuck* sure you will, but only after these are done *hops off the desk and leaves*

Shanks: *watches you go as spite fills his belly and he returns to work with renewed vigor*

Imagine surprising Shanks with a sexy costume

Benn: Sorry, I can't bar hop with you tonight, I have plans.

Shanks: and I can't join?

Benn: seeing as my plans involve having sex, no. Because while I love you boss, I'm not into voyeurism.

Shanks: *whines* fine, I'll find someone else to go bar hopping with.

You: *leans down and whispers in his ear* or you can stay here and drink and I'll let you see what I've got for you waiting in our room? *waves a bottle of booze at him and make your way into your shared bedroom*

Shanks: *stares at you with wide eyes* .... All of you get the fuck off my bleedin ship.

Benn: but the sun isn't even down.

Shanks: *herds them towards the plank * bugger off.

The crew: *rolls their eyes and leave voluntarily*

Shanks: *sprints to his room and throws open the door*

You: *Currently buckling a garter belt securely around your thigh*

Shanks: *slumps against the door frame and tries to remember how to breathe* Wow.

You: *Does a spin and shows off your outfit*

Shanks: *excitedly rushes over and kisses you* is it a rental?

You: nope, so I can wear it anytime you want.

Shanks: well not all of it, you'll need a new corset and panties.

You: *pulls away from his kisses* The panties I know, but why the corset?

Shanks: *rips it almost in half leaving it hanging round your hips before helping himself to your chest*

You: good lord.

Shanks: oh no, the only name you should be calling is mine. *Pushes you on the bed and starts to undress*

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