All I Can Say After Reading Rough Day: AGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! (in The Best Way Possible)

This is my last Black Clover thirst post and it’s not even thirsty. Julius Novachrono would be an amazing father and it makes him so hot to me.

Behind the scenes of Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Roronoa Zoro | bf headcannons

contains ✰ sfw!, crew member!reader, fluff, post-timeskip, established relationship, wannabe nonchalant!zoro

bf!Zoro who tries to be nonchalant but is indeed… chalant

bf!Zoro who secretly loves when you yap while he lifts weights

bf!Zoro who loves the weight of your body against his as he rests his eyes underneath the sun

bf!Zoro who can’t hide his annoyance when any other man tries to speak to you, especially the cook on the ship

bf!Zoro who is smug about the fact that your his and his only

bf!Zoro who always keeps an eye on you whenever you’re at a bar to ensure you’re safe at all times

bf!Zoro who loves to be your black knight when you don’t want to drink and teases you about his favor in return

bf!Zoro who drinks all the free drinks you get from the men at the bar

bf!Zoro who can’t hide his jealousy when you praise someone else’s strengths

bf!Zoro who loves manhandle you

bf!Zoro who gives you piggy back rides once you complain about your feet hurting

bf!Zoro who pretends like he hates carrying you and tells you that you should’ve brought comfier shoes but secretly loves it

bf!Zoro who blushes madly around you but gets mad whenever someone points it out

bf!Zoro who loves it when you tend to his wounds and change his bandages for him

bf!Zoro who wouldn’t think twice before putting his life on the line for you

bf!Zoro who may not understand all your interests or hobbies but still supports you nonetheless

bf!Zoro who has a harder time hiding his feelings than he likes to admit

bf!Zoro who laughs and smiles around you the most since you’re the only one he truly lets his guard down around

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He's so handsome and such a sweet sweet man with such a pure soul.

I'm gonna *extended censor beeping sounds lasting approximately four hours* and that's just the first round.

─── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 .

# with akagami no shanks.

the captain was drunk — and a bit self-conscious. not to fret, for you were his favorite entertainer.

KINKTOBER, day ten. smut (mdni!). strip-tease. lap dance. masturbation (reader!receiving). thigh riding. dry humping. usage of conqueror’s haki. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 1.9k.

akagami no shanks had lost his arm.

upon his return to the wild seas of the new world, those had been the most frowned upon words. the fearsome captain, the unmovable force, somehow would miss a limb forevermore. the reactions were but a divergent cacophony. fear — for what human could achieve such a feat? was it even a human? if not so, how close was the beast? if it had been enough to face him, what chance did the commoners have? anger — for mihawk no longer had a worthy rival. it would be far from honorable to face in combat a swordsman whose dominant arm was gone. and, at last, curiosity — for why was the truth hidden? one did not brag about a loss, but aside from overused jokes, shanks refused to spare a single word. who was he protecting? it was hilarious to witness the fuss as part of the select number of people aware of what had, in truth, happened.

akagami no shanks had lost his arm. and you had been the one to hear his puns ever since.

of course, he faced decent struggles. waking at night phantom pain; forced to master the art of the sword yet again with a hand he had no experience with whatsoever. yet, above the frustration soared an undeniable truth — for luffy, it had been worth it. besides, a decade past and shanks had grew accustomed to the mandatory shifts, living as though had not lost a thing.

however, as it seemed, there was yet one he would never cease to whine about.

the man was drunk — a common occurrence — and awfully clingy — another common occurrence. you had dragged him from the bar, pitying the poor beckman, for the man deserved a break from the captain’s shenanigans, and shanks had been hugging your waist ever since. he sat on the bed, drooling on your flesh, not allowing you to at least go fetch some water. his grip was a prison of itself on usual hours, but it did not help that you, too, were a bit intoxicated, swaying to the sides and failing to pull his face off your body.

“dooooooooooooll,” he drawled out, hiccuping. “i miss your ass.”

shanks gripped a considerable amount of flesh, daring to whine. “get over it, you’re a grown man.”

“how mean, i am half a grown man,” he laughed at said joke, biting the bare inch of your waist.

“half a man deserves half an ass,” you stated matter-of-factly, fighting off the urge to let out a hiccup yourself.

“but i miss groping both sides at the same time,” shanks insisted, dragging his nose on your belly, daring to grow drunker on your scent.

“you never had this complaint with my tits,” you pointed out, to which he liked his lips, seemingly aroused all of the sudden.

the hand pinching at your waist trailed itself up to rest on one of your breasts, his once slouched figure straightening up so that he could drag a sloppy stripe across your covered nipple. he had no problem with it whatsoever, for he was a man of considerable height.

“i can tease both of my girls at the same time,” he stated, wetting the fabric of your shirt, grinning at the elicit expression. “i can’t slap both your asscheeks at the same time anymore.”

your nipple hardened due to his ministrations, all but his for the taking, for you hadn’t felt the need to wear a bra that night. shanks closed his lips around the bud, humming as he sucked on it, spit soaking clothing and skin alike.

“and you like it,” the man teased, voice a bit muffled; rough.

you arched your back with a sigh, gripping locks of red hair, falling prey to his sensual tongue. yet, though your glance was tethered to his face, shanks’ own eyes seemed ever-so-lost, melancholic, even. you caught on the instance he moved his other shoulder, as though aiming to grip your hip with a nonexistent arm — a maintained instinct despite the absence of the limb. shanks laid down, retreating from your figure altogether, explicit vulnerability that would not have been shown otherwise, was he not drunk.

“see, doll? half a man,” he scoffed, to which your eyes narrowed; face scrunching in concentration as you then pondered on how to comfort him.

your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, whistling with faux innocence. shanks observed your approach with hooded eyes, laughing with delight once your chest was pressed against his own.

“my poor, poor husband,” you teased, pleased to witness the sudden shift in his attitude.

shanks and you hadn’t officiated the marriage; no celebration to be seen whatsoever. it had been the initial plan, two years prior. however, with newgate’s death and the aftermath of the war, waiting on a better period was the agreement. that did not mean the titles weren’t used, and shanks, in particular, never failed to be aroused whenever the word husband fell past your lips. a decade worth of lovemaking, too, made you more than attuned to what had him squirming.

“how i hate to see you so sorrowful,” you hummed, kissing the scars etched on the flesh of his eye. “i will fix that.”

“yeah, doll?” he grunted, growing excited when you dodged his advances. “how so?”

shanks sat on the edge of your shared bed, widening smirk and lustful eyes following your every move. you spun around the room, strutting your hips and nearing the corner, positioned far from his reach.

“you’re not allowed to touch,” you ordered, far more daring due to the alcohol. “just watch.”

shanks had his legs spread, a growing erection visible through the thin fabric of his pants. you opened the small, circular window, allowing the music from the outside bar to travel inside. your hips moved accordingly to the beat, an established sensual pace that had your fingers hovering over your breasts as you spun and approached him with languid steps.

you danced around the border of his reach, teasing the thin grip he had on his self-restraint. when he dared move, you dodged with a fit of giggles. “how should we start, sea emperor?”

he groaned at the title. “let me see your tits, doll.”

you hummed, rolling your hips with a languid sensualness born from the usual influence of alcohol. your fingers teased the straps of your shirt, trailing down the fabric until you reached the button of your shirts. rather than listening to his request, you sluggishly tugged down the zipper, perching your ass up as you slowly turned around, movements following the rhythm from the music outside.

the loose piece of clothing threatened to fall, yet you held the hem, controlling the pace of its trajectory, rolling your hips; lowering yourself on your knees. when it was, at last, off, you kicked it away, snapping the strap of your underwear. shanks had a brief sight of your soaked cunt before he was forced to face your front yet again. he cleared his throat, eyes trailed to the lacy, borderline transparent, fabric that left near nothing to the imagination.

“tits?” you mocked, trailing your fingers down your clothed labia.

shanks was left conflicted, his inebriated mind struggling to wrap itself around what to answer. would you concede if he reacted positively? or would you tease him yet again, offering the much desired sight of your intimacy? how could he outsmart that? shanks was far too drunk for an elaborate plan.

“thighs,” he answered smugly, a grin that indicated he felt all much too quirky.

you parted your legs open, pinching and grabbing the bare flesh, mimicking his touch. your lover was drooling, observing the outline of your intimacy; stroking his clothed member. yet again, a temptive roll of your hips deprived him of what he yearned for. shanks gripped his cock, growing out of patience as your fingers gripped the hem of your shirt, raising it ever-so-slowly, a languid set pace. you stretched the fabric, biting on it in order to keep your nipples covered, using your fingers to tease said hardened buds, muffled moans and dancing matching the melody of the song.

when the saliva started dripping down your chin; staining your shirt; you removed it, spinning it on your finger until it fell at his feet.

“doll,” he warned, sweat surging on his temples, ceasing the ministrations of his hand on the hardened member. “c’mere.”

“nuh uh,” you sang, turning around on purpose. shanks had the entire sight of your cunt when you lowered down to remove your panties, dancing with it stuck between your teeth, growing hot at the explicit lust on his eyes.

“come to me,” he demanded, the applied pressure stealing your free-will.

your dance ceased altogether, for shanks had dared use his conqueror’s haki to guarantee compliance. your figure stumbled towards the awaiting man, his index beckoning you in a mocking manner.

“sit on my lap,” you conceded, no questions asked. shanks gripped your chin, a lonesome finger tugging at the lacy underwear dangling from your lips. “i want that.”

he opened his mouth, forcing yours to mimic the movement. your panties fell on his tongue, and he moaned at the taste of your essence, the loud slurping causing your walls to clench around air. you whimpered, neglected and unable to move, and shanks all but spat out the piece of clothing, rutting his hips as though a hound in heat.

“turn around,” he instructed, groaning when you brushed against him. your ass rested on his clothed cock, legs spread and back arched, prepared for whatever he had in store. “dance for me, doll.”

the music fell on deaf ears, overthrown by the choir of your moans once you started to move, the roll of your hips teasing your clit, growing swollen due to the texture of his pants. shanks panted, leaning forward. he sucked on your earlobe, twisting one of your nipples as he teased the clothed erection under your bare entrance. the dancing grew sloppy, for he had your back pressed against his chest; his lips latched to your neck. shanks made out with the flesh, spit trailing down your breast, the wetness used to tease your abused nipple.

shanks’ feet sunk down on the ground for further support, and he interrupted the languid roll of your figure on his lap by rutting his hips, forcing his clothed cock to rub itself on your folds. he licked a trail up your chin, biting on the bone, tilting your head with his nose. expert fingers left your breast to dance down your stomach, finding themselves a home amidst your folds. he drew fast-paced circles on your clit, and you closed your eyes, moaning at the sensation. your legs trembled, thighs burning, yet the pressure of his command lingered. you were but a puppet whose strings he pulled, dancing despite your own tiredness.

the growing knot at the pit of your stomach snapped, your orgasm arriving with treacherous swiftness, for the alcohol had done its part when enhancing your pleasure. shanks laughed, shoving his fingers past your parted lips without warning, forcing you to taste yourself; to lick him clean.

he wrapped his arm around your figure to throw you against the mattress. you had but a brief sight of him — removing his clothes, standing in naked glory — before he hovered above you, teasing your slick, sensitive entrance with his leaking tip.

“you were kind enough to dance,” shanks mocked, his lips mere inches away from your own; hot breath fanning over your face. “but the spectacle won’t be complete until i have you singing.”

— 🐈‍⬛ : i’m running out of things to write here omg, happy kinktober? 😭

Imagine finding out that the observation haki doesn't work on you

You: *is the newest crew member on the red force so you're hard at work organizing the cargo hold* sir, I finished the inventory record.

Hongou: hmm? ... Oh, go take it to the captain for review and once he approves it bring it back here and I'll show you where we store them. The captain should be up on deck.

You: got it *goes up on deck and spots shanks standing side by side with Benn, talking, staring out at the ocean*

Shanks: *checks the log post* it's starting to look like we managed to escape that storm.

Benn: oh gods why did you have to say that? If I have to spend the night awake because we're sailing through the eye of a hurricane, I'm going to kill you.

Shanks: *sticks his tongue out*

You: *walks up behind Shanks* hey captain! The inventory record is ready for you to review.

Benn: * throws himself away from you like a cat does a cucumber*

Shanks: *feels his heart jump* Whoa! Geez, (Y/n) watch it!

You: oop sorry *holds out the book to him*

Shanks: *very unsettled by the fact you snuck up on him while he was using his observation haki, but takes and reviews the records you brought* they look fine

You: alright, I'll take them to Hongou, sorry again.

Shanks: *as soon as you leave he starts probing out with his haki to find you* I can't use the color of observation on them.

Benn: me neither, I think this requires further looking into

That night

Shanks: we're going to play a game tonight

Yassop: oh boy, here we go

Shanks: but it's only for those of us with an observation haki, and (y/n).

You: why me?

Shanks: you'll go hide somewhere on the ship, and those of us with observation haki will go find you.

You: again, why me?

Shanks: we're testing a theory.

Two hours later

Lime: how?

Shanks: I don't know

Yassop: this doesn't make sense, we should be able to feel them.

Benn: but we can't, and we have no idea why

Hongou: we taking them to whitebeard or Rayleigh to figure this out?

Shanks: both I guess, hell we might even take them to Katakuri to see his he can see their future.

Benn: I'm sure Big mom would love a visit from you

A week later

You: *walks up behind Shanks*

Shanks: *drunk off his ass*

You: *grabs his sides and begins to tickle him*

Shanks: *shrieks*

Benn: get em! Get em (y/n)!

Shanks: I hate all of you!

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the fire place popped as the wood was burning more and more. the fire place was covered in soot and ash. julius novachrono and you would often find peace in sitting by this fireplace. somehow, the burning of the wood was peaceful. there was a soft blanket drawn around both of you as you sat there with your head on his shoulder. you both watched the fire place silently. there wasn’t a need to talk, you both enjoyed basking in the silence of each other. it wasn’t awkward, but just a moment between you two. julius was the wizard king, and was renowned and feared at the same time. he loved his people and would do anything for them. he had much power and was to be taken seriously.

“how did you get that blue mark on your head?” you asked breaking the silence. he had always had it since the first day you two had met. you hadn’t thought anything of it, but it was interesting how it had formed there. he was human after all, right? he let out a small chuckle.

“well, there isn’t much to tell about it.” he said raising one eyebrow. “it stores my magic for future use if i need it. in the unfortunate case that i would perish-well it would bring me back to life.”

he looked over at you as he dropped that bomb. you furrowed your brows together. “if you ever die i will drag you right back here.” you said firmly. “then i would kill you myself.” you said shaking your head while looking at the fire. it was a scary thought. it is the harshest thing in the world to be the one left to live. it’s hard to be the one who remembers. yes, it seemed unlikely that he would die given his strengths and you were lucky to know he could come back at least once, but there was no shortage of those who wanted him dead along with the kingdom.

he let out a little laugh and started to shuffle around. “i am most scared of you my dear.” he says softly as he lays down, putting his head in your lap. he’s looking up at you with a soft look in his eyes. he knows he will never guarantee his safety to you. he knows you can’t ever guarantee your safety to him. and yet you move forward. you both find joy in these little moments. you look down at him and raise a hand to brush through his hair. as soon as you do he starts to close his eyes. slowly you look at the mark more and start tracing it softly with your finger.

“i love you.” you whisper softly to him.

his eyes flutter open, and warm eyes are staring back at you.

“i love you.” he says with a small smile on his face.