Thranduil And Baby Legolas

sanji cat... sanji kitties... this is very self indulgent

“I made a bet on a new age.“ (sketch version)

Artist: 푸른 happensweater

don't wear your new perfume around zoro, he’ll fuck you till you sweat it all off

he can’t stand that fake shit, it makes his nose itch and puts him in a bad mood as soon as he catches a whiff of it. it sets his teeth on edge when you walk by and instead of smelling like sun and sea and home, you’re covered in something cloyingly sweet.

but he’ll never say a word to you about it, not when it makes you smile like that whenever you splurge on a new bottle.

he learns to deal with it in other ways.

which is how you end up folded in half, zoro gripping the back of your thighs to keep you spread open and pinned while he fucks into you slow and deep. you’re gleaming in the moonlight that pours in through the window. zoro tracks a bead of sweat trail down your neck and its hardly settled in the column of your throat before he’s bending low to lap it up.

he feels your laugh more than he hears it, “gross.”

“what, you want my mouth somewhere else?” he lets you break free of his hold on your legs only for you to wrap them around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

“if you stop, i’ll cry.”

“baby,” zoro reaches up to cradle your head in his hands, your cheeks warm against his palms, and waits until your gaze locks on his, “you’re gonna cry anyway.”

you always do when he loves you right like this, chest to chest, sharing breaths, grinding his hips in circles and giving your swollen clit the attention it deserves. when the tears come, like he knew they would, zoro laps them up, too. he’s earned them, hasn’t he? why shouldn’t he get to indulge?

the heat between you only grows as his pace picks up, chasing your pleasure and his with all the eager hunger of a beast smelling blood in the air. he knows you’re close when your arms come around to pull him in even closer, one hand between his shoulder blades, the other on his ass.

zoro cums with salt on his tongue and your nails dragging down his back, fucking you through his orgasm and past the sweet pain of overstimulation because he’d slit his belly before he left you wanting for a single fucking thing.

and when you collapse back against the sheets, sweat-slick and panting from your high, he can’t help the feral slash of a grin that cuts across his face. you finally smell right again, like yourself.

sun and sea and home.

Shifting Focus

DESCRIPTION: The moment they began to see you differently

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Shanks, Kid, Smoker | Sanji, Law

WORDS: 2,850

A/N: Another part of this in honour of reaching 500 followers. This was my first time writing for Smoker so here's hoping you all enjoy!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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SHANKS

Everyone knew Shanks was a flirt, a laidback charmer who always had a smile and a wink at the ready for the next pretty face he came across. No-one was meant to really take it seriously, to see anything that happened to be more than what it was, a fleeting moment of enjoyment for both sides. Serious feelings never truly came into play, it was easier that way given that he was always on the move. To let anyone believe he was the settling down type would have been cruel and he didn’t find any enjoyment in hurting people needlessly, unless they were his enemy of course. Everyone in the crew were more than used to his mannerisms, yourself included. You could understand his worldview on the matter however you never entertained him when he chose to flirt with you. Something that he finally started to notice and when he did, he couldn’t let it go. 

“Do I repulse you?” He asked suddenly one evening causing you to choke on your coffee. Your body tensed and you forced the liquid down your throat, wincing at the painful burn it caused and sharp tightness in your throat. You’d needed it to stay awake for your night shift but after that, you set the mostly untouched mug aside. Looking to your side you saw your captain staring at you intently, a small pout playing at his lips making you believe he was picking his words carefully to seem like he was keeping the conversation light. However underneath the joking you could tell there was a real question there. 

“If you repulsed me Cap, I wouldn’t have joined your crew, now would I?” You answered, looking back down to the sea chart in your hands, needing to keep track of any notable features coming into view. “What is it you really want to ask me?”

“I’ve noticed something about you.” Shanks began, scowling when you looked away from him to continue your work. You were always so task-oriented and levelheaded that even when you were joking with another member of the crew, you were still focused on what was needed to be done. Finally you looked up at Shanks again, eyebrows raised slightly to invite him to keep talking. “You don’t flirt back.” 

For a moment you had to think about what Shanks was getting at but finally you let out a laugh and lightly rolled your eyes. So he was in that kind of mood today. For a moment he almost had you by making you believe he was asking you a semi-serious question. Still smiling in amusement you shook your head and turned to go inside when a wind started to pick up. If you lost the charts in your hand it wouldn’t have been good. What you weren’t expecting was Shanks to follow you, with a sigh you settled down at your desk and sat back to stare at your captain who clearly wasn’t finished with this joke and you weren’t going to get any peace until you indulged him. “Am I being reprimanded for my lack of flirtation towards you, Cap? I’m surprised it’s affected you so much given how you’re never without company.”

“You flirt with the others on board.” Shanks pointed out, not really knowing why it was getting to him so much. Ever since he’d realised you’d joke around and tease the others on board but not him, it just kept gnawing at him. Shanks knew he shouldn’t get so irritated by it all but he just couldn’t help himself. He stepped closer until he was leaning of the edge of your desk, staring down at your calm expression. “So why not me?”

“I flirt with the others because it’s not serious and they know that.” You shrugged lightly, leaning back to regard your captain, a smile slowly pulling at your lips. “You, however are a different story, Cap.” With a breathy sigh you rose from your seat and Shanks’ earlier position meant you were now standing mere inches away from him, not quite touching but close enough for the warmth of your body to radiate into his. “If I gave in and flirted with you…I don’t think I’d be able to stop it as just a joke. I don’t have the same self-control that you do.” You murmured, tilting your head up slightly so your breath could softly dance against his skin. Satisfied that that should be enough for your Captain’s need for the joke to end you took a step back and grinned before sitting down at your desk. 

With your presence no longer engulfing his, Shanks blinked and immediately wanted more. More of that rush, that spark, more of you. However fate had other plans when Lucky Roux called for him and he had to do his duties as the Captain. Sharply letting out a huff of annoyance, Shanks reluctantly left your side to head onto the deck. When he reached the doorway, he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder and see your attention already drawn back to your work. Yeah, this was far from over.  

KID

There was never a dull moment on the Victoria Punk. Even on the calm days at sea, the heavy steps of the Captain and the usual tone of conversation was carried at a volume louder than some other ships were used to. But that was what you liked about it. It was only when the ship was deathly quiet outside of sleeping hours that any of you felt the need to worry. The seas were calm and laughter surrounded you all as you sat in the living quarters with plenty of drink to see you all through to morning if you wanted. 

Currently you were all playing a game with the bounty posters you’d all seemed to collect. It was a simple enough form of ‘Kiss, Marry, Kill’ by selecting three posters from the pile however each person that had to answer ended up getting drawn into a fierce debate about their answers. If you didn’t want to answer on your turn however, you had to drink. It was an empty punishment since all of you were drinking happily regardless. 

“Look I stand by my answer okay?!” Wire shouted, unable to keep the grin from his face knowing the argument was in good spirits. “I had the worst draw out of them all so far, you guys have been getting it easy.”

“Just hurry up and pick my three okay?” You grinned, sitting up from your lounged position to get a better look for your turn. Wire reached over to the pile of posters lying face down on the table and picked three at random, slowly flipping them over to reveal Blackbeard, Franky, and Bartolomelo. Grinning you sat back down into your previous position. “Kiss Bartolomelo, Marry Franky, Kill Blackbeard. Easy.”

“Not that I’d argue with the decisions, you just made up your mind so quickly…” Killer noted, a grin in his voice as his face remained hidden by his mask. You rolled your eyes and grinned. 

“Nothing to think about, Blackbeard is…ugh” you suppressed a shudder at the mere thought of the Emperor. “Franky is dependable and skilled, and fun from what we saw when we allied with them so marrying him wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

“You didn’t think about Bartolomelo as marriage material?” Kid asked with a grin and you laughed up at your Captain who you’d been leaning against for a majority of the night. 

“No way, he’s a major Strawhat fanboy. I’d be competing against that entire crew for his attention, sadly we just weren’t meant to be.”

“Yeah, you’re real heartbroken about it I see.” Kid laughed along with you and the others. The game continued for another while, some of the crew stopping from being too drunk to stay awake while others began to head for their quarters. Those remaining all agreed this would be the last round and it meant you were to deal out three posters for Kid. 

You were still far too comfortable lounging against your Captain so you quickly reached over, fumbling you flipped over the first three you could get your hands on and flopped back before even seeing who he had to choose from. From the sound of the stifled laughter you could tell his options were going to be good. With an anticipated grin you turned on your side and pushed yourself up with your elbow only to become surprised to see your bounty on the table along with Buggy the Clown and Nico Robin. You couldn’t help but become curious about what your Captain would pick about you although you supposed as long as he didn’t pick you to kill it was all fine, it was just a game after all. 

Kid suddenly felt tense and couldn’t help but look away from your printed face to the physical version of you. The you he suddenly became all too aware of. You’d been part of the crew forever and he’d never needed to see you as anything other than a valued member like the others. What if he said something that made you uncomfortable. But if he didn’t play then you could misread that too and make things worse. Fuck, why was he overthinking this? He had to finish the game and hope nothing more was said about it. “Kill the clown and kiss Robin.” He muttered quickly before looking away and draining the last of the alcohol in his mug. 

“Aww you wanna marry me?” You cooed, the smile growing wider on your face. With everyone satisfied with a good ending to the game, the crew began to clear up their drinks and the bounty posters and move to turn in for the night. You got up with a groan and stretched out your arms, finally feeling the need to rest too. With a yawn you turned to Kid who was still sitting and smiled softly. “Not heading to bed, Kid?”

“Yeah, heading soon.” He grumbled lost in his own thoughts that were now occurring to him and you tilted your head, a frown falling on your lips. Quickly Kid realised you were going to worry and he recovered enough to smirk at you. “We need our rest, right? We’ve got a wedding to plan huh?” He forced the joke out, relieved to see you laugh and leave while wishing the rest in the room goodnight. When you were gone, Kid glared at Killer who was sitting far too relaxed for his liking. “When did you add their bounty to the pile, Kil?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about and you have no way of proving it.” 

SMOKER

“Vice Admiral?” You paused in the middle of the G-5 Base corridor when you spotted the base commander leaning against the wall with his office just a few feet away. At the sound of your call he made no sign that he’d heard you. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for someone of his rank to get lost in thought especially if there were certain higher ups breathing down their neck or certain pirates occupying their minds. Adjusting the documents in your hands you approached the base commander. “Vice Admiral Smoker?” You asked again and moved to lightly touch his arm to get his attention. 

At the same time, Smoker turned sharply and knocked into your hand causing you to drop your files in surprise. As the papers fluttered to the floor you kept your gaze on Smoker, concern growing in your eyes. His usual steely gaze seemed to have dimmed and you noticed the small tremor in his otherwise imposing frame. As one of the base’s medical staff your critical, scrutinising stare was pinpointing all that stood out to you. Since you were dealing with the commander himself, you felt you had to be somewhat nicer and couldn’t just order him to rest. “Are you sick?” You asked and immediately his stare sharpened at the implication. 

“I’m fine.” Smoker’s answer was gruff as to be expected but you could hear the slight shake that could have been missed had you not been listening out for it. When he saw you weren’t fooled he finally took a proper look at you and through his mind that was getting foggier by the second he managed to recognise who you were and what department you worked for on the base. Inwardly he cursed his bad luck. He’d been trying to get to the safety of his office but a dizzy spell hit him hard and he had to stop to catch his breath just mere seconds before you’d approached him. Smoker didn’t want to be babied, getting sick was a rarity for him. He just wanted to get to his room and sit there in peace until he felt a little better. No one else had noticed his state all day, why did he get cursed with bad luck like this at the final moment? He just needed to get rid of you before you tried to take a closer look at him. “Aren’t you going to pick up your documents?”

“Well since you're not sick and are partly responsible for me dropping them. You can surely help me lift them, right Vice Admiral?” Your question was so sweet and innocent but still Smoker glared at the challenge in your eyes. In any of his previous interactions with you, you’d seemed so reserved and quiet but now he could see another side to you. With a grunt, Smoker lowered himself to the floor, trying to fight the wave of dizziness and aches rolling down his body. Mentally he cursed you as you smoothly crouched down and started collecting sheets at a pace far faster than he was able to. When Smoker was focused on the task you’d given him, you struck. Your hand touched his forehead before he could react and you scowled at the man in disapproval. “You’re burning up with a fever. You’re going to your room and resting.” 

Your order left no room for disagreement and before Smoker’s mind could truly catch up, he found himself walking into his room with you. When he was lying on his bed you set about gathering what was needed to help his fever and aches before making yourself comfortable at his desk to fix the scattered documents into their right files again. From the small layer of dust gathering on the surface you could tell Smoker didn’t use it much, being a man of action over paperwork. “You don’t need to stay, I’m fine.” Smoker grumbled. 

“The second I leave, you’ll rest for an hour at most and call yourself cured. I’m not leaving until I’m happy you’re actually fine.”

“An hour is all I need.”

“Didn’t know you had a medical degree.” You noted dryly. “Do I call you Doctor Vice Admiral Smoker or Vice Admiral Doctor Smoker?” It surprised you when Smoker’s deep laugh rumbled through the air and a small smile graced your lips at the sound. Perhaps he should laugh more, it was a nice sound and it would help make him more approachable to some people. 

“You can call me whatever you want.” Smoker mumbled, it wasn’t often people stood up to him like this and he had to admit it was refreshing to see. Unable to fight it, Smoker yawned as his body was beginning to give in to its need for rest. When you heard the telltale signs of him falling asleep you let out a sigh of relief that the medicine you’d given him was started to take effect. 

In the early hours of the morning, Smoker stirred at the soft feeling of fingers lightly running through his hair. It was a comforting feeling and still under the haze of sleep that hadn’t fully left him, his mind hadn’t properly caught up so he let himself relax into the feeling. Reaching up he curled his fingers around your wrist holding your hand in place as his eyes slowly opened and met your face. 

“Your fever’s finally regulated.” You informed him gently, keeping mindful of the time and not wanting to speak too loudly. “If you promise to drink more fluids and stay in bed until at least late morning I can leave.”

“I promise, thanks Doc.” Smoker mumbled with a half-smile, stifling a small yawn and letting his eyes fall closed again but when he didn’t hear you leave he opened his eyes again to see you still standing there. “Problem?”

“Um, kinda need my hand back…or did you want me to stay?” you laughed softly, trying to hold back the grin when Smoker tensed and quickly let go of your wrist, allowing you to leave. “Remember your promise.” You reminded him as you left, smiling to yourself as you left to your room with the memory of Smoker’s blushing, embarrassed expression fresh in your mind. You had to admit it was pretty cute to see. 

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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Monkey D. Luffy [One Piece] by TsuyaNoUchi

https://tsuyanouchi.etsy.com

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*

Fluff hcs for Julius novachrono since I don't see enough of him <3

Like how he likes to skip working to walk around to find new magic , be would ditch work just to see you train or work or go on random dates with you.

Just imagine marx running around to find Julius, to do his duties as wizard king . But remembers if there's you he's ways nearby.

When he is actually finished with his work (a godsend for marx) for the time being he would go on little walks with you in private/ secluded areas to send some quality time with you.

If you're not too busy with stuff he would ask you to come spend time with him in the garden / his workspace to show you new things he has found interesting.

He just couldn't last a day without seeing you at least once or catching a glimpse of you ( he just can't take it Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò)

He loves you Soo much and would go out of his way just to see you

If by something preventing him for seeing you for a day or more, the moment he is finished up with whatever he's doing he makes a straight B-Line for you taking you away to whatever place (he doesn't care if your busy , man needs his time with you).

If you have a book hobby you guys would go on book hunts or dates

He would disguise himself and walk though the city or underground black market to find books to add to his collection or rare books he doesn't find , and try to find books you like

If you also have a sweet tooth hell send you stuff

He would randomly pop up or send someone ,but mostly goes himself to wherever your working/ training to have different kinda of sweets for you to taste especially if you had a long day and he comes just in time(lol)

I kinda hope you do enjoy me rabbling about Julius since he's one of my favorite characters in black clover ( also if I spell bad I just have horrible sense of grammar) <3

sleepy sex with zoro. thats it that's the entire ask

⛥ﾟ・。 scent

synopsis: zoro wakes up in the mood... and you'd be crazy not to oblige.

cw: nsfw, fluffy fluff, comfort, very sweet, very soft, soft zoro, not much else, pretty tame, bit short but whatevs

a/n: i'm so fuckin lonely </3

Feeling a slight shift beside you, your head stirred, eyes fluttering open to be met by amber rays seeping in through a nearby window.

The sun poured past the thin curtains, bathing you in brilliant morning light as a pair of thick arms tightened firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against a strong chest—which radiated like a damn furnace.

Hint #1 as to what kind of morning this was going to be.

You were pleasantly surprised, seeing as you often didn't wake up next to Zoro.

Usually, he rose with the sun, carefully sliding out your grasp and throwing on a pair of pants for his pre-breakfast workout.

Key word being usually.

Slowly, you shifted your gaze to his sleeping face—his uncharacteristic, softened expression making you smile.

Your thumb gently caressed the curve of his chin, and the return of his usual pout only made your smile widen.

"Mornin'," you yawned, pressing a quick kiss on his nose.

He hummed in response, promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck.

And the two of you stayed like that for a while, you toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck, listening to his shallow breaths.

But it all changed when you suddenly felt his lips at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

He peppered kisses up your jawline, forcing your fingers to pause their ministrations.

"Zo..."

He hummed again, though while continuing his work.

"Zo, honey, what are you doing?"

"Ya smell good."

You scoffed as his mouth moved to your clavicle.

"I just woke up."

"Don't matter... s'turnin' me on."

Suddenly, his mouth was hovering over yours, eyes half-lidded in what you weren't sure was lust or drowsiness.

Not wasting any time, he captured your lips with his, relishing your soft sigh as you melted into his touch.

Smoothly, his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, moving in a languid, almost-dizzying rhythm.

"What's... gotten into you?" you manged between his relentlessness, stomach fluttering as he faintly grinned into your cheek, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't you have... to train?"

"In a minute," he grumbled like a fussy child, calloused fingers tracing your inner thigh.

The taunt that rose in your throat didn't even have a chance to get past your lips before he captured them once again with his own, tugging your panties down in one swift motion before tossing them over his shoulder.

Both your chests heaved against each other, his voice groggy as he leaned down to nibble at your neck.

"Ya don't have to do anything to turn me on. Y'know that, right?"

Your breath hitched as he began to spread your growing wetness across your glistening cunt.

"Just lookin' at you's enough."

He began tracing slow, tight circles onto your clit.

"Just touching you."

Finally, he tugged down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already dribbling pre.

God, this man...

"You're so beautiful, Zo," you hummed, tracing the vein that runs down his shaft.

He scoffed, but the faint tinge of red dusting his cheeks told you all you needed to know.

Flashing a lazy grin, you slowly straddled him, carefully lining him up before sinking down with a soft mewl.

Reverently, his hands slid up your legs, running over your calves and thighs until they could finally rest at the flesh of your hips, which began to lusciously roll.

At the movement, Zoro let out a deep groan, rutting up into you from his place on the bed as you set a slow but firm pace, leaving you both breathless.

Sitting up, he lifted your shirt off your head, allowing you to toss your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer as he latched onto one of your nipples.

He swirled the bud until it peaked on his tongue, before switching off to give the other the same attention, his free hand sliding down to knead your ass in his large palm.

It felt like he was everywhere.

Under your skin... in your stomach... buried in the pulsing muscle in your chest.

Overwhelmed with feeling, you leaned down to plant a harsh bite on his neck, an uncharacteristically lewd moan managing to fly past his lips.

Without hesitation, he flipped you both over, carefully sliding back into you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

With a few more deep thrusts, you both released at the same time, his face smushing into your neck to inhale more of your scent—and muffle another one of his moans.

Letting out a chuckle, you smoothed back a few hairs that stuck to his dewy forehead, peppering feather-light kisses across his hairline.

"I love you," you both muttered at the same time.

Pausing a moment, you scrunched your nose, the swordsman rolling his eyes.

Corny.

Hooking his arm under your back, he carefully pulled his cock from your heat, taking a moment to admire the glistening, sun-dappled image before him before scooping you up in his arms.

"Gonna finish this up in the shower, yeah?" he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest with slightly wide eyes.

'Who is this man and what has he done with Zoro?'

But, since he was in such good spirits, you decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Lead the way."