tia marie. 🥀 this is my writing blog. i write smut.
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tia marie. 🥀 main blog/interactions from: @limitlesstildil
Hi! My name is Tia/Angel/Princess/any pet name you want to call me :3 - I am a 27-year-old loser who shamelessly obsesses over people I will never meet. I pride myself in trying to be an open book, so I am always open to chatting about anything from anime, video games, music, books - but I need to come with my own CW because I am unhinged 87% of the time (srynotsry).
This blog is technically a side blog where I post my writings, so if you really wanna be friends, consider following/interacting with me on my main page @limitlesstildil - fair warning, I have imposter syndrome and rarely believe people actually want to be my friend lol so don't be surprised if I'm shy or awkward :3
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baths with him but he’s sitting between your legs and you’re reaching around to jerk him off <3 he’s leaning back against your chest, digging his nails into your thighs beneath the water, and groaning about how good you’re making him feel and how much he loves when you touch him like this
Hello everyone!! Happy 2025! After some much-needed disconnection from the internet, I am back and feeling devious as ever.
With the Boss' birthday coming up, I already have a few things cooking that I will be posting to celebrate, but I am curious about what you guys want to see next from me.
I have gotten some requests to work on (3 SHANKS REQUESTS >.> a girl writes for Benn Beckmann once and all the sudden yall think I fuck with the Red-haired Pirates /j) plus some WIPs I have been meaning to get to. Also, my new year's 'resolution' is to actually write for some other series I've had ideas for, so I'm throwing them in the mix to test the waters.
Soooooo here's to the first poll of 2025!
What should I write next?
Shanks SFW Headcanons
Shanks NSFW Headcanons
Shanks x Reader (first time; fluffy smut)
Shanks x marine!Reader x Beckmann (Pet Play)
I can't pick one; just give me something with Shanks
Tattoo Artist!Killer x Reader (Modern AU: Punk Needles)
Itoshi Sae Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Shidou Ryusei Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Satoru Gojo Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Touya Todoroki/Dabi Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Keigo Takami/Hawks Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
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Voting ended onJan 13, 2025
I have some other characters in mind from those three additional series (BLLK, JJK, MHA/BNHA) but I'll start with those :3
Once again, happy new year, and I hope the holidays were kind and gentle to you. Much love to you all <3
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.
This is my first request event! I want to practice drawing two people interacting—and what better way to make them kiss?
♡ When ♡
Now! I will start taking requests now, and start putting them out hopefully at the beginning of February through Valentines day.
♡ How ♡
Just send me an ask with your ship. Is it a crack ship? Rare pair? Want to see your blorbos from different fandoms lockin' lips? Fine by me! I don't judge. I prefer to keep to mxm. OC requests open to mutuals only, and do not have to be mxm.
♡ Who ♡
Anyone! Welcome, kick of your shoes, stay a while. Or don't. Either way you're welcome to send in a ship! No minors please.
♡ Fandoms & OC's ♡
Insane, evil, sadistic, sleepy, and apathetic men are my favorite. I like shounen. I've mostly only drawn for One Piece but I love Bleach, Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, Fairy Tail, Black Clover, Hunter x Hunter—and many more!
For OC's reference images and color schemes must already available. If they are not in your pinned I will send you a dm asking for them (or you can be nice and send me a dm first).
event masterlist | my art | kofi
I reserve the right to deny requests I am uncomfortable with. Please be kind and considerate. No hate on any ships will be tolerated in any of the posts.
Thank you to @nocturnalrorobin and @limitlesstildil for beta-ing this work!!
Your POV
“ - and so this Squirt is comin’ on board. Any problems and I’ll dump her overboard,” Kid yelled out to the assembled crew. He’d finally released you from his arm and demagnetized your lips now that the ship was sailing on the open water.
“No you won’t,” you said with disinterest, looking around at the ship past the assembled crew. You were familiar with some of them from wanted posters - Wire, Heat, Quincy, Emma, as well as some others you thought you recognized but weren’t sure.
“Heh, don’t tell me what I will or won’t do. I’m the Captain here -”
“You gave yourself the nickname ‘Captain,’ doesn’t make you one,” you said dryly, now walking away from Kid and towards the mast for further inspection. Kid went red up to the tips of his ears.
“It’s not a nickname you fuckin’ bitch! This is my ship-”
“Then why’s it in quotes on your wanted posters and no one else's? Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid?” you smirked at him, making air quotes. You weren’t looking at him anymore though, you were more interested with the metal on the ship. You reached out to touch the steel-plated mast. Shitty quality , you thought to yourself. Now Kid’s chest was red too. You wondered if you could turn him red from the top of his ears down to his feet. Maybe he’d run out of blood before then and die - it was a theory you’d like to test.
“Besides, you can’t throw me overboard. I would fuck your shit up before you got the chance,” you said, now touching the shitty iron. Damn, what did they pry this off of? A kid's sandbox?
“Yeah, and how? I control -”
“You control magnets but I control the metal,” you said with a grin, flipping him off with one hand. Still touching the metal on the mast, you added significantly more (and better quality) steel to what was already there. You used your power and a little creativity to shape it into a giant sized hand giving Kid the middle finger.
“Good likeness,” Killer said, giving you a thumbs up.
“Thanks Killer! I’m okay with sculptures, but -”
“You like it so much, you can fuckin’ stay there!” Kid yelled, probably annoyed he was already forgotten due to your awesome statue. Without warning you were jerked backward so the entirety of your body was stuck against the mast. You hit the mast hard, the air pushed out of your lungs with the unexpected movement. Kid stormed off to another area of the ship, boots stomping all the way. You rolled your eyes and molded the steel you’d added back around the mast, giving yourself a metal chair to be magnetized to. You couldn’t leave the mast but you could make it nicer for yourself. The crew broke apart to go back to work but a few came up to you as you stayed put. You watched Quincy stand up from the crate she was sitting on and hold onto it for a few moments while bent over before she righted herself. You’d always liked the looks of her from her posters but unfortunately, she left and the Commanders came over.
“You’re Wire, right?” you asked, looking the tall man up and down as he came to introduce himself.
“You know that’s right. You heard about me, Babe?” he said, leaning over you onto his forearm and giving you a wink. Did that actually work on anyone?
“Smallest dick on the seas, that’s what they say,” you deadpanned as the Commander’s face soured. Killer and another Commander laughed heartily as Wire gave you a scowl and stomped away, much like his Captain. You weren’t sure how they’d made it this long with such fragile egos - you’d make it your personal mission to deflate them.
“I’m Heat, nice to meet you,” the blue-haired man said to you, extending his hand.
“Nice to make your acquaintance but your fuckface of a Captain magnetized my hands to the mast so I can’t shake your hand,” you said with an overly saccharine tone.
“Ah, right. Well, I’ll see you around I guess?” Heat said, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.
“I’ll be here until he gets the stick out of his ass, which seems like it may never happen. Feel free to stop by,” you replied. You hoped Kid remembered to give you water to drink otherwise you’d die on his stupid ass fish ship.
Kid’s POV
Kid was burning off steam in his workshop, welding tiny pieces of metal together to make a metal hawk. He'd felt the iron you created - it was better than almost all of the stuff on board. Creating was a great way to relieve Kid’s stress - after he’d already used the axe-throwing room and decimated the wooden target board. Kid wasn’t one to doubt his decisions but you were already a huge pain in his ass. You hadn’t been on the ship for 12 hours and he wanted to throttle you. Who the fuck did you think you were, flipping him off with his own ship? Talkin’ to him like he was some street rat in front of his crew? He didn’t like your attitude and the more he thought about your interactions, the angrier he became. He was the Captain, you worked for him, that’s all there was to it. You thought you were some tough, hot shit mercenary but Kid knew better. He’d break you and you’d regret ever fucking with him.
Killer popped his head in the workshop, the only person who could do so and keep it attached to their body.
“Dinner’s ready,” he said, hiking his thumb backward to indicate the galley. Kid put down his welding equipment, ready to destroy some food. The delicious smell wafting in from the kitchen told him it was spaghetti and meatballs, Killer’s favorite dish. A passing thought came to him as he stood up from his workbench.
“Make a plate for our guest,” he ordered, his painted mouth splitting his face wide.
A few minutes later, after Killer prepared and gave the Captain what he asked for, Kid sauntered up to the main deck. Of course, you were exactly where he’d left you, though you’d molded yourself some kind of chair to sit on. Clever. Kid felt a raindrop on his skin - looked like a cloudy night.
“Did you finally remember humans need food and water to survive?” you mouthed off to him. Even with your high and mighty attitude, you were exactly where he left you, unable to move. Really you should be thanking him for his mercy in allowing you to open your mouth and eyelids.
“Tch. You'll survive. Humans need water every what? 4 days?”
“Oh my fucking gods. No, humans die before then. Are you - who's the doctor on the ship?” You asked, trying to look around. Kid's eye twitched with your continued sass.
“You want this food or not?” Kid grunted, holding up the plate of spaghetti while ignoring your question. You narrowed your eyes at the food but your stomach gave off a loud grumble.
“I could eat,” you said offhandedly. Kid laughed.
“Then beg me for it,” Kid sneered. Your mouth set in a way that told him your answer before you said it.
“I'd rather eat shit, Eustass,” the venom in your tone was belied by the continued growling of your stomach.
“Ah well, that's too bad,” Kid said with false sincerity. He pulled the plate back and used the fork to twirl a large amount of spaghetti onto it. Your mouth dropped open as Kid shoved it all into his own. He felt a few more raindrops on his skin but paid it no mind.
“If you feel like eating, or yanno, leaving the mast again slurp , you know what to do,” Kid said with an exaggerated shrug, already turned away with the food in his hands. You didn’t say anything but he did smile as he repulsed a wave of iron coming at him back to you.
Your POV
It was a bitterly cold night at sea, something you were well used to. One of the many perks of being a Logia fruit user was that you didn’t feel differences in temperature as you could always turn into your iron form. Sure, it was less comfortable to stay as a solid piece of iron than laying in a bed but the benefit of being able to sleep literally anywhere outweighed a night spent with a fluffy pillow. You hadn’t lost a wink of sleep since the day you’d eaten your fruit.
Except when you were completely wet.
And you were right now due to the raging rainstorm outside. You weren’t able to use your powers anymore and you felt like complete shit but lucky for you whatever intrinsic nature your devil fruit had given you left you still magnetized to the mast. So you were freezing to death and couldn’t make yourself immune to the cold, but also couldn’t move from where Fuckstass had left you. Your teeth were chattering together and you had lost sensation in your toes and fingers as the rain pounded you relentlessly.
The clothes you wore weren’t waterproof or meant for the cold - you had long stopped buying clothes and made your own out of finely woven iron mesh. From afar it was indistinguishable from other textiles but had the additional benefit of providing some protection against attacks. It was not, however, meant to get wet and cold and stick to your freezing body like a second skin. You were hungry, tired, wet, losing the will to live, and freezing.
If the Captain was trying to kill you, he was doing a passable job. If the rainstorm kept up and you caught a severe enough cold, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that you could die. It figured, you led a life as an infamous mercenary and what would take you out was being left out in the rain. You closed your eyes, trying to gather up the scraps of your will that remained. You had come to terms with the fact that water took away your power and ability to swim but the loss of will to live always upset you the most. Shivering as the wind whipped your hair into your face, you tried to steel yourself for the rest of the night. Morning would eventually come and hopefully, the rain would abate soon.
Kid POV
Kid was feeling a little better now that he’d tormented you over dinner. He wasn’t planning on starving you to death, he wanted your abilities for his own gain. He had touched the kind of iron you made for yourself and it was higher quality even than the steel he used for his arm. So luckily for you, he’d give you food and water or whatever after you dropped your bratty attitude. He was absorbed in making the feathers for the hawk when he felt Killer’s gaze at his back.
“What,” Kid said, not breaking eye contact with his project.
“ ‘S raining hard out there. Coupla hours now,” Killer said, leaning against the doorframe.
“Yeah, buckets. Cold as shit too. No big storm though. Need me on deck?” Kid was unsure where Killer was going with this but Killer never interrupted without reason.
“Squirt’s still stuck to the mast,” Killer said with a shrug.
“Fuckin’ dammit, ” Kid yelled, slamming down his blow torch onto the table. He picked up what Killer was saying - you wouldn’t be able to turn into iron and avoid the cold with all the water but also couldn’t leave where he’d put you. Killer moved out of the way as Kid stomped back up to the deck, his coat billowing behind him.
Of course, you were right where he left you. You were huddled up as much as you could, shaking uncontrollably. You were wet and shivering and your skin looked blue - Kid almost felt bad for you. You deserved it for pissing him off too much but it was probably not good, he ultimately decided. Grunting, he demagnetized you and removed his red coat as he moved onto the deck. Walking into the rain made him feel shitty in seconds, you probably felt worse.
Kid stormed up to you, wrapped you in his coat and picked you up off the deck, carrying you over his shoulder. You didn’t protest or even say anything back to him, just hung off his shoulder like a sack of grain as water fell off you in rivulets. Killer was watching from the doorway as Kid brought you inside the ship.
“Needs a warm bath, she got too cold,” Killer supplied. Kid growled and gnashed his teeth but stomped his way over to his quarters. There was hot water in the shared bathroom but someone was already in there and you needed the bath now. Easier and faster to just get it done in his own room. He set you down on the floor, his coat now just as wet as you were. Another fucking annoyance he’d have to deal with later. After turning on the spigots in his bathroom, Kid faced you. You weren’t magnetized or anything but you weren’t moving either.
“Strip,” Kid commanded, already reaching to remove his coat from your body.
“Hh- nn-no?” you answered, your tone making it seem more like a question. You were really out of it, Kid thought. He didn’t bother asking again, just started ripping off your clothes. Normally clothes shredded without him even trying but these had a little more strength to them. Holding up one of your socks, he realized it was made of steel so fine it looked like gossamer.
“The fuck…is this chainmail?” Kid grumbled as he tore the steel. He set your clothes aside, he wanted to smelt them down later. Maybe you were worth the trouble, this was good shit.
“ ‘S not chainmail, just mesh,” you mumbled, kicking off your pants. Kid was secretly pleased you weren’t protesting him taking off your clothes. He wasn’t shy about being naked and preferred when others weren’t either. His crew had seen each other naked so many times it was almost surprising when all of them were clothed. Between the two of you, you were naked in a matter of seconds. Kid picked you up around the middle with his flesh hand, noting how light you were when you weren’t being a brat and turning yourself to metal. Kid did try to not stare at your naked body but it was challenging. Your tits were just the right size and he wanted to sink his teeth into your thighs. Kid dumped you into the bath and you hissed at the sensation, recoiling from the water. Kid rolled his eyes but didn’t remark on your pain.
“Get warm then come out,” Kid grunted, leaving his towel on top of the counter for you. Your teeth were still chattering and your body was wracked with chills as he turned to leave the bathroom. You started to lean over towards the side of the tub and Kid had to move quickly to right you again. Water overload maybe - you’d been in the rain and now the bath. Too much water wouldn’t kill you but it wouldn’t feel great either. Killer would be mad if Kid left you in the bath alone since it was maybe Kid’s fault you were in this position to begin with.
“Fuckin’ brat,” Kid huffed as he used his hands to pour the tepid water over your back and head. You still weren’t talking and your eyes kept sliding shut. After a few moments, your head dropped down to your chest as you nodded out.
“Alright, s’enough of that,” Kid said, picking you up. Getting you warm from the bath didn’t seem to be helping, you were ragdolling as he wrapped you in his oversized towel and carried you to the bed.
“You really couldn’t be more fuckin’ irritating,” Kid said while setting you on the bed. He dried you off roughly, ignoring the way the moving towel had your tits jiggling under his hand. Drying you off quickly, he grabbed one of his shirts off the floor. It was clean enough, it wasn’t like you had open wounds or anything and would mind the oil.
“Put this on Squirt,” Kid ordered, throwing it at you. You blinked but caught it with a hand, starting to dress yourself robotically. Kid frowned, what the fuck was wrong with you? He’d given you a bath and dried you off, weren’t you better now?
“Can make my clothes,” you muttered, lifting up your hand.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Do that shit tomorrow. Put my shirt on pipsqueak,” Kid yelled at you. You looked up at him like you were surprised he was still there.
“You still cold?” Kid asked, hanging up his soaking jacket on the coat rack.
“Yeah,” you said, hugging your knees with a yawn. “When the rain goes away I’ll go back outside,” you mumbled into your legs. A soft knock at the door told Kid Killer had stopped by. Opening the door, Kid saw Killer with a steaming mug of tea and a warm plate of food left over from dinner.
“For Squirt,” Killer said pointedly. Kid rolled his eyes. He ate Mosh’s food once like a year ago and Killer never let him forget it.
“Gave ‘er a bath. She’s being weird,” Kid huffed to Killer.
“Hypothermia, dummy. ‘S makin’ me tired and groggy and can’t kick your ass right now,” Kid heard you grouse from the bed.
“Looks like she’s doing better,” Killer said, nodding along with your assessment. “She’s gonna crash soon. Needs a warm place and lotsa blankets to sleep under. Want me to take her to the ladies?” Killer offered, handing the food and mug over to Kid. When the ship was first built, the whole crew lived together in the bunks below deck but Emma and Quincy quickly demanded their own space. They said the men were gross, smelly, and snored too loud which wasn’t far from the truth. So Kid repurposed a stock room into the women’s quarters and they’d made the place much nicer than the men’s. Looking over, he saw you’d curled up in his bed and were already asleep under his heavy blanket.
“Lemme know,” Killer offered before he sauntered away like the instigator he was. Kid huffed and set the food down on his nightstand.
“Drink the tea, brat,” Kid said, shaking you with his metal arm. You groaned and rolled over, wrapping yourself up further in his blankets. You looked kind of…pathetic. Kid was sure that come the morning your sass would be back and you’d be spewing all kinds of nonsense but even he wasn’t completely heartless. Shoving you over to the side of his bed, Kid kicked off his boots and laid down next to you on the bed.
“Don’t get used to it Squirt. Tomorrow you’re back in the dog house,” Kid groused at your sleeping form. You exhaled sharply through your nose, annoyed with him even in your sleep. The feeling was mutual, Kid thought as he detached his metal arm and set it on the floor by his bed. He could sleep with it on but it wasn’t very comfortable and his stump appreciated the relief.
He yanked some covers away from you but not that much. Kid ran warm all the time and even though it was freezing outside, tonight was no exception. He leaned back against his pillows, shoving his hand behind his head. He was pondering what the fuck he was going to do with you when he felt you roll into his side.
“Oi, Squirt. What’re you up to?” Kid said quietly, not wanting to disrupt your sleep. Even though you were annoying as fuck, he didn’t like seeing you so out of it. He wanted you to be back to your bratty, sassy, irritating self so if you needed sleep, he’d let you have it.
“Warm,” was all you said as you buried your cold nose into his side and frozen feet on his legs.
“Oi! Warn me before you do that again, what’re you made of ice?”
“Not gonna happen yawn again. Just tonight. You tried to kill me s’os it’s ok,” you said into his side. You were wrapping yourself around him and it didn’t escape Kid’s notice that your unbound tits were pressed against him. He reacted as anyone else would - he got hard.
“Didn’t try to kill you,” Kid muttered.
“Did,” you replied, your arms wrapping around him. Kid was about to retort again but you sighed in contentment as you heated your body with his own. Whatever. Having a sexy (but pesky) woman cuddling up to him wasn’t the worst way he’d gone to bed, he thought as he fell asleep, willing his cock to do the same.
Hiii, how are you? i missed you blog sm❤️! and omg we need that shanks x reader first time
Hi anon :3
Thank you for the kind words, and trust me I am super looking forward to writing that shanks request. I’m also SUPER shocked at the variety in the results of that poll, so that’s giving me something to look forward to 🥰
As to how I am…. If I’m to answer honestly - seasonal depression has me in a vice grip right now, and I’m really trying to fight it off but my success rate is abysmal 😭😭 my daughter is also sick and in the hospital so I’m just trying to take one day at a time and not overwhelm myself.
Hoping things turn around here soon. I hope you’re well and thank you again for checking in 🖤
*Thinking and creating a little sketch of how my favorite characters deal with their partners dealing with problems.
To them, you are a force of nature.
Almost bordering on the utopian sense, an Odyssey written about you. You are the strongest person - perhaps resilient or resistant, he would really have difficulty in stipulating a precise name. From missions to everyday life, a fierce enemy or just a street fight, he didn't need to worry. He didn't need to, but that didn't mean he wouldn't. He would just lean against a nearby corner and appreciate you and your strength taking up the entire place even if it was just with words. The shine in his eyes indicated more than just simple recognition. There was respect, fascination and admiration there. You were an ode to many things he contemplated and being able to watch it from the front row made it all the better. However, if he saw someone trying to cheat, he would just move a few steps and touch the enemy's shoulder with false kindness. "You really don't want to touch my girl."
Luffy, Zoro, Mihawk, Law, Shanks, Kid (OP), Satoru, Suguru (JJK), Shikamaru, Kakashi (hear me out: he can do both) (Naruto)
To them, you are the most precious porcelain.
Not that they didn't see you as strong or resilient, quite the opposite. He admired those traits in you and knew that you would know how to make great use of your strength if necessary. But from the moment you agreed to be on their side, you no longer needed to worry. It was that old story of the privilege of a scary dog by your side. Missions that were too complicated? They would deal with the greatest risk. A silly fight in a random bar? The man who dared to raise his voice in your direction would not live long enough to brag about it. An impossible-to-open can? Leave it to him and you would be thrilled with the achievement. Sure, he knew that his manner could be a bit too much for some people, but your smile - even if it occasionally had a touch of sarcasm as you thanked him for being your great hero - was more than enough of a reward. That, along with all the thank-you kisses he would receive, oh, that was worth it.
Sanji, Katakuri, Smoker, Killer, Ace, Sabo (OP) Nanami, Yuji, Higuruma (JJK) Iruka, Yamato (I mean, he would scare the enemy just thinking about it) (Naruto)
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a/n: Did I forget anyone? I saw Naruto during my writing hiatus and I thought it would be a good idea to put some characters here.
Hello everyone!! Happy 2025! After some much-needed disconnection from the internet, I am back and feeling devious as ever.
With the Boss' birthday coming up, I already have a few things cooking that I will be posting to celebrate, but I am curious about what you guys want to see next from me.
I have gotten some requests to work on (3 SHANKS REQUESTS >.> a girl writes for Benn Beckmann once and all the sudden yall think I fuck with the Red-haired Pirates /j) plus some WIPs I have been meaning to get to. Also, my new year's 'resolution' is to actually write for some other series I've had ideas for, so I'm throwing them in the mix to test the waters.
Soooooo here's to the first poll of 2025!
What should I write next?
Shanks SFW Headcanons
Shanks NSFW Headcanons
Shanks x Reader (first time; fluffy smut)
Shanks x marine!Reader x Beckmann (Pet Play)
I can't pick one; just give me something with Shanks
Tattoo Artist!Killer x Reader (Modern AU: Punk Needles)
Itoshi Sae Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Shidou Ryusei Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Satoru Gojo Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Touya Todoroki/Dabi Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
Keigo Takami/Hawks Headcanons (NSFW+SFW)
( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )
Voting ended onJan 13, 2025
I have some other characters in mind from those three additional series (BLLK, JJK, MHA/BNHA) but I'll start with those :3
Once again, happy new year, and I hope the holidays were kind and gentle to you. Much love to you all <3
Summary: It's New Year's Eve and you're about to disembark from the Victoria Punk forever, but as midnight approaches, a certain redhead will make you reconsider.
Word count: 1300
Warning: x gn!reader; some angst
All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.
A sigh leaves your lips in the form of vapor that lingers for a moment before dissipating into the cold air. You smile, looking ahead, your eyes fixed on the distant celebration and joy reigning on the island you are about to dock. There is so much happiness... It’s the last night of the year, and everyone wants to spend it celebrating with their loved ones.
Your eyes drift down to the bundles resting at your feet. Your whole life packed into those three suitcases. Not that there was much to pack, you think to yourself, you are used to moving from one place to another, anyway.
Resting your arms on the frozen railing of the Victoria Punk, you flex your numb fingers to restore circulation. Your cheeks, rosy from the icy air, soften with a hint of a bittersweet smile at what seems to be bonfires on the beach. The ship is still minutes away from docking, but you can almost smell the food roasting over the flames and hear the distant songs and laughter.
Another sigh escapes you, and your gaze shifts upward to the blanket of stars spread across the sky. It’s cloudy, but they shimmer brilliantly through the clouds, like scattered pearls floating in a deep, black sea.
Your time aboard the ship is nearly over.
You never planned to stay this long, but what was meant to be a one-week passage turned into a month, and that month, thanks to the unpredictable routes and whims of this eccentric, punk-rock crew, stretched into three.
At first, you thought the crew would be a challenge for you, like the tightly-knit group with little trust for outsiders they seemed to be. But in reality, they welcomed you with open arms sooner than you expected, making it clear that beneath the spiked hair, metal studs, and leather jackets hid a large, warm, and friendly family.
The captain, however, was a different story. From the start, he made it abundantly clear that you didn’t belong. The scowls, the tightly pressed lips, and the way he crossed his arms disapprovingly, glaring at every step you took across his deck, said it all.
But now his misery is about to end.
You are finally reaching your destination, and soon, you’ll be out of his sight for good.
Your eyes are still fixed on the sky when the sound of heavy boots thudding against the wooden deck reaches your ears. You know those steady, defiant steps by heart, and you’re surprised he’s bothered to show up to say goodbye.
“How much longer until we dock?” you ask, refusing to give him the satisfaction of turning around.
“Twenty minutes,” you hear him say.
“Good…”
You don’t say anything else. You don’t turn around either. He stays rooted in place behind you, just as silent. The only sounds are the music and chanting growing clearer as you approach the island. As a freezing breeze bites at your cheeks, you decide to speak again.
“At last, you’ll be rid of me, huh?”
“I… uh, yeah…” he mutters behind you.
Not even a basic farewell, you think, frowning as you force yourself not to care. You focus on what looks like a bunch of glowing kites soaring into the sky from the beach. But the way Kid just stands there behind you, frozen, begins to unnerve you. And what’s with that uneven breathing of his?
"I…" he starts but hesitates.
Your icy fingers tap impatiently on the railing, and with an exasperated huff, you spin around to face him.
His almost-frozen goggles keep his messy red hair in place, his oversized coat hangs loosely over his shoulders, and his painted lips curve downward into an unpleasant scowl.
Basically his usual look.
But there’s something… something in his posture you can’t quite figure out. A hint of vulnerability, perhaps? Whatever it is, he seems to be fighting it.
“Probably won’t see each other again,” you add, trying to sound casual.
His intense amber eyes lock onto yours, filled with the confusion of someone who wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
“Probably,” you barely hear him mutter with feigned nonchalance, yet a slight twitch in his face betrays him as his jaw tightens so much it looks like he might break his teeth. You shake your head, and all hope of having a cordial conversation with him leaves you.
He slowly moves to your side and rests both arms on the railing, and the two of you just stand there, staring at the beach party in the distance. There's still a few hundred meters to go, but you can already spot groups of kids setting off firecrackers and couples dancing joyfully to the rhythm of the music. As you watch another group preparing what looks like fireworks, you notice, out of the corner of your eye, Kid suddenly slouching and lowering his head in defeat.
“I CAN’T,” he gasps, finally breaking.
You immediately turn toward him, and your eyes widen in surprise at seeing such a man, his back hunched and trembling, his eyes shut tight, and his canines jutting out between his bared teeth.
"You can't what, Kid?" You raise your hand to place it on his back to calm him, but you leave it hanging in the air, too hesitant to touch him.
"LOSE YOU," he answers, burying his head further between his arms, tilting it to one side to hide his face from you. His metal hand clenches into a fist, and he slams it into the railing, sending splinters of wood flying through the air. "FUCK! Why do I always lose EVERYTHING?!”
You gasp, and your hands attempt to move to your mouth, but instead they go to his shoulders, grabbing and forcing him to look you in the face.
“Kid look at me! What are you saying?”
As his tightly shut eyes open, a stray, bitter tear slips down his cheek, smearing some of his eyeliner. But even in that state, he tries to look at you menacingly.
“Is it because I’m not strong enough for you? Is that it?”
Your round eyes dart between his, and you realize then what's happening. This grumpy, big guy, with his zero talent for feelings and words, is going to be your downfall. Without saying a word, you cup his chin with one trembling hand and, with the other, gently wipe the tear from his cheek. In the distance the countdown to midnight starts.
Ten! Nine! Eight!
'Kid, it’s not—'"
“Stay,” he says, locking his sharp, amber eyes with yours.
Seven! Six! Five!
“Kid…” you whisper again.
"Don't leave me," he says, lifting his hand to cover yours on his chin. "I'll get stronger. I've already beaten a Yonko, I'll beat the next ones I come across and make you proud... I'll defeat every Yonko we cross paths with... but don't leave me…”
Four! Three!
Your breath catches in your throat, and your hand slides softly from his stained cheek to the back of his neck.
“Stay…” he sighs, tilting his head and bringing his lips closer to yours.
Two! One!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Your lips brush against each other for a sweet second before yielding, finally melting into a rough, possessive kiss. A kiss that puts an end to your insecurities, and allows Kid to say more than he could ever express with words.
His warm lips steal all the air from your lungs, and his flesh arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. He keeps his other arm against his back, avoiding touching you with the frozen metal. You wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh softly into his kiss as the cheers and shouts of New Year's celebrations fill the air.
As the rattle of fireworks exploding in the sky hits your chests, their lights bathe in multiple colors the passionate couple you have finally become on the icy deck of the Victoria Punk.
Opposites of Attraction (Kid x Reader, Enemies to Lovers)
No gods no masters only 1 million WIPs
A huge huge thanks to @nocturnalrorobin and @limitlesstildil for beta-ing this during the holidays for my needy ass.
18+ MDNI on Ao3
Kid POV
Walking around town on some shithole island he’d already forgotten the name of, Kid felt a strong pull towards the local dive bar. He and Killer had been going in that direction anyway, but the pull made him curious. He didn’t often feel them, it took a significant amount of metal for him to feel a pull that strong. With his Jiki Jiki no mi he could detect even trace amounts of iron, cobalt, and nickel but usually allowed the feeling to wash over him unnoticed. But this wasn’t a trace amount, this was something significant. And whatever it was, he wanted it. Even though he had complete mastery over his fruit, it relied on having metal to manipulate. In this part of the Grand Line, high-quality iron was difficult to find and Kid was working on accumulating as much as he could to prepare for upcoming battles. Whatever the metal was, he wanted it on his ship.
“A cannon?” Killer asked, seemingly apropos of nothing. After spending so many years together, Killer could read Kid’s microexpressions with ease and vice versa. On the battlefield it worked like telekenesis, helping the pair devastate whoever was in their path. During peacetime it helped them bed whoever they set their sights on with smooth talk and cheeky flirting, capturing and breaking hearts with ease all up and down the Grand Line.
“No, not a cannon, hafta find out,” Kid stated, throwing open the door to the bar. The air was heavy with dust and the smell of stale alcohol hit his nose as he scanned through the room. Nothing was amiss from a dive bar - there was booze, darts, a pool table, and various people drinking and talking loudly. There wasn’t anything significant made of metal at the business, only barstools, tables, and cups composed mostly of wood with only metal nails tugging at his consciousness. Locating the large amount of iron again, Kid found the metal deposit had moved locations and was now heading out the door as if on foot. Further intrigued, Kid attracted whatever the metal was gently, not wanting to damage it in case it was something precious.
Your POV
There was only one person you didn’t want to meet on the Grand Line. None of the high-bounty pirates bothered you in the slightest - except for one. If you died, well, it came with the territory of being a mercenary. You lived your life without fear, taking on jobs you wanted and turning down those you didn’t. It had landed you wherever you were at the moment on the Grand Line, looking for another job to take.
You were a fairly well-known mercenary on the Grand Line, notorious for using your Logia Devil Fruit in creative ways. As the owner of the Iron-Iron fruit, you had the ability to turn yourself completely into iron but also to make and manipulate iron as well. You could duplicate keys and pick locks in seconds, you could turn into molten iron and, of course, you could mold your arms into giant hammers and smash anyone in your way. You could protect yourself and others with shields, create shrapnel and expel it at rapid speeds, and even make your own silverware. You had worked hard to master your fruit and felt confident in your ability to fight for hire. Being so versatile meant you were able to demand a high salary if someone was seeking you out specifically. You were happy with your life as you’d made it, adventures of your choosing awaiting you at every turn.
Now, the one person you didn’t want to meet was across the bar, flexing his gigantic metal hand as he stood in the doorway, looking around. Quickly chugging the rest of your beer you slammed the glass down on the bar and hightailed it out the back door. You knew very well who he was - Eustass “Captain” Kid - and you had no desire to ever meet him face to face. Nearly sprinting out the door, you made your escape into the alleyway that led back to the town.
Or you tried to.
You were being attracted to Kid by his Devil Fruit power, being pulled against your will towards the Captain. You had feared something like this would happen - even without using your fruit power some amount of your essense was tied to the Iron Iron fruit, giving Kid the ability to magnetize you. Scrambling for purchase, you tried holding on to the doorframe of the back door but the pull was too strong. Your whole body felt like it was being pulled towards Kid and you had to let go of the doorframe or your fingernails would be ripped off. You decided to try for the dignified route and go to him instead of being pulled. Turning on your heel, you marched up to the Captain of the Kid Pirates faster than the pull was dragging you. It almost felt like you were flying as you moved with the magnetism instead of fighting it.
“Oi. What do you want?” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Kid was taller than you’d expected, towering over you with a frown. He was massive, his wanted posters not doing justice to how solid he was. You resisted the urge to punch him with an iron fist for pulling you to him. For now. You could feel his magnetism still drawing you in as you continued to step closer to him. He didn’t step back.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, scowling down at you.
“You brought me here, shithead. You tell me,” you snapped back unamused. The Captain might have some kind of control over your body movements but he didn’t control your mouth. And yes, maybe it had gotten you in trouble before but with your Logia power, you never had a problem backing it up. By now you were practically stepping on his feet as he remained where he stood.
“The fuck you talkin’ about Squirt? You some kinda robot? And the fuck you doing?” he asked, looking you up and down while you were compelled to get even closer to him. You had to tilt your face up to avoid smushing it into his bare, muscled chest.
“You some kinda idiot?” you retorted, trying to ignore the weird position the magnetism had you in. God, if Kid was always this dense you weren’t sure how he’d gotten so far in life. Though if that wasn’t a pistol in his pocket, you could form a guess. You were completely flush against him, your chest to his front. His large body was radiating heat and you had a fleeting urge to hug him. As a Logia user, you didn’t really get cold but you didn’t often get to feel warm either. You avoided most touch outside of violence and sex, this may have been the closest you’d been to a man in a while. Kid smelled better than you expected as well, like well-worn leather and oil rather than body odor and stale piss like you’d imagined he would.
“She’s that mercenary,” the Massacre Soldier interjected, holding a beer in his hand. You idly wondered how he’d drink it with the mask on but he pulled a metal straw out of his pocket. It attracted and stuck to Kid’s metal arm as the pull was still going.
“Turn it off. I want to drink,” Killer requested calmly. The Captain grunted but finally turned off his magnetism and Killer grabbed his straw off his Captain’s arm before it fell to the ground. You were able to take a few steps back and glare at the man ruining your night and possibly your life.
“You that Iron Logia user?” he asked with a wicked grin.
“You already know the fuckin’ answer, dickwad. Why were you looking for me? And don’t call me Squirt, assface,” you said with a toss of your head.
“Got a mouth on you, huh? Don’t matter, join my crew - I can use your powers. You make metal and I could use it to make weapons and -” the Captain started explaining his reasoning as you tuned him out. He’d clearly already thought about some schemes and ideas for your future and you weren’t interested in finding out what they were.
“No,” you stated firmly, grabbing a large beer off a waitress’s tray as she passed by.
“Why the fuck not? It’s better than anything else you’d be doing. What, you need to escort more asshole nobles to a summer island for vacation or some shit like that?” he balked as you chugged the dark ale in one go. Wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, you dropped the mug to the floor and crushed it under your foot.
“Cus I don’t want to,” you said, taking another step towards the Captain. This time it was by choice you felt like getting in his face and confronting him.
“You’re already a mercenary, what’s the fuckin’ difference between joining my crew and anyone else’s? We’re a strong crew, my bounty is 3 billion, you can’t do better than that,” Kid demanded, his red-painted mouth sputtering with anger as if the idea that you’d refuse never occurred to him.
“The difference is I don’t want to,” you explained calmly as if you were talking to a child. It only enraged the Captain more as he turned as red as his hair. You had a feeling that if you stepped foot on the Victoria Punk, you’d never get off it. More than that, you didn’t want to be around someone who could control your body whenever they wanted to. You weren’t sure exactly what the limitations of your fruit were when not in use, but being around Kid meant your powers would just be an extension of his own - something he had already figured out. No, you wanted to keep your freedom and your life and that didn’t include being the metal monkey for one Eustass Kid and his gigantic ego.
But there was more to it than that. You’d heard about his personality and what he was like so you knew a working relationship wouldn’t be possible. He was crude, stubborn, brash, quick to anger, and so were you. You’d contracted with similar high maintenance Captains in the past and it had never worked out. You became a mercenary because you didn’t like taking orders or being beholden to anyone and someone like Kid couldn’t handle insubordination. His ego was larger than his already gigantic skull and you wouldn’t be able to resist butting heads every chance you got. Kid was the exact kind of Captain you refused to take contracts from, even without the Jiki Jiki no mi.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Massacre Soldier watching the heated conversation while drinking his beer with the straw. The mask didn’t allow his expressions to show but you got an impression of amusement from the infamous first mate.
“Well, too bad for you Squirt. I don’t care about what you want and don’t want,” he said while mimicking your higher voice. “I need metal and you’re gonna make it. Now let’s get drunk,” the Captain stated, turning with a flourish to go to the bar, his cape billowing behind him. You made one more attempt to flee from Kid but before you made it two steps you were attached to his metal arm, held in place by a strong magnetic field. You felt like a decorative magnet as your limbs dangled helplessly off his arm while your torso was stuck to him. You took up nearly the whole metal contraption with your body but he paid you no mind. You tried wiggling and squirming but nothing was going to dislodge you from his arm until he turned off the field.
“Turn it off you fuckin’ cocksleeve! Put me down right the fuck NOW!” you demanded, making your fist into iron out of habit. As expected, it magnetized to his arm instantly with a loud clang before you could even pull back to punch him. Kid laughed in your face as you glowered at him.
“That was your plan? Turn into more metal for me to magnetize? Dumb fuckin’ idea, Squirt,” he said, reaching the bar. Kid jostled your entire body as he slammed his flesh fist onto the bar, cracking the wood in two.
“Oi! Barkeep! Get me a shot glass and some booze,” he bellowed across the room to the panicking barkeep. The Kid pirates were known for creating chaos at the slightest inconvenience, yet another grievance you had against them. Though you often felt like destroying things, it made coming back to any particular island more difficult. Following along with a crew or scoping out locations was considerably harder when the Kid pirates left an island as a decimated crater.
“Get me somethin’ too! Fucking cheap ass,” you grumbled, still attached to his arm. You were slightly impressed that he carried you like you weighed nothing, which gave you an idea. You turned your entire body to iron suddenly, causing him to dip on one side due to your immense increase in weight. If you caught him off guard, maybe he’d drop the field and you could get away. Unfortunately, Kid grunted but righted himself quickly, pulling his arm up to the bar once more. He was as strong as he looked, the muscles weren’t just for show, you thought to yourself.
“Quit bein’ so fuckin’ annoying!” Kid complained, taking his first shot. You tried grabbing the bottle of booze but he held it out of your reach easily. You felt like a kid who was being held back by their head, swinging their arms and legs in a futile effort to hit their opponent.
“Me?! Being annoying!? You’re kidnapping me you titty-twisted ape!” you yelled back, turning yourself back to flesh to talk. If being completely metal wasn’t going to work you’d at least be able to give him a piece of your mind before he took you to his ship.
“I’m not kidnapping you, I’m hiring you permanently,” Kid said with a snicker. Reaching over the counter and grabbing a few more bottles, Kid turned away from the bar. Popping the cork off some rum, he drank directly from the bottle. He handed the unopened bottle to the Massacre Soldier, who did the same but stuck his straw in it instead.
“And your contract starts now,” he said with finality, leaving the dive with the Massacre Soldier following. Everything in you wanted to flail and scream but it wouldn’t do any good, you were made of iron and he controlled magnetic fields. You assumed he was heading back to his ship to drink more and pass out. You had a similar plan until Kid had ruined it. Still dangling, you considered the masked man walking alongside Kid.
“Hi, you must be the Massacre Soldier. It’s nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of your work,” you said pleasantly, sticking out your hand. The man stuck out his own scarred arm and shook your hand with a firm grasp.
“Killer. Nice to meet you too,” Killer responded pleasantly. You smiled at him and hoped he did the same behind the mask.
“What the fuck? You talk nice to him but not me?” Kid said, shaking you slightly.
“Fuck you, you’re kidnapping me. I have no problems with Killer, why would I be rude? I’m not a dick to random strangers,” you finished with a hiss. It was getting tiring being carried around like a purse. Intent on resuming your conversation, you looked at Killer again.
“If you’re ever interested in becoming a mercenary, let me know. I think we’d work well together,” you continued, nodding at the handsome man as the three of you reached the docks.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! You can’t recruit Killer while I’m recruiting -”
“Kidnapping -”
“Recruiting you!” Kid yelled into your face as he brought you up to his own. You narrowed your eyes. No one - no one - yelled at you like that and got away with it. Not anymore. You couldn’t hit him so you did the next best thing.
You spat in his face.
Kid POV
The glob of spit trailed slowly down his cheek as he stared at you incredulously, a growl escaping his throat. You pointed your finger at him defiantly and spoke quietly, nearly a whisper, undeterred by his reddening face and growing anger. You were either stupid or brave - he didn’t particularly care right now. Kid wouldn’t tolerate disrespect of any kind, especially not in front of his crew. Kid knew Killer was watching, waiting to see what he’d do.
“Don’t ever speak to me like that,” you said, your eyes flashing with rage. Kid was so shocked that he had yet to respond to you. He’d talk to you however he liked, he was the Captain of the crew and you worked for him now. Coming up with a quick plan, Kid smiled his most menacing grin at you. It didn’t seem to have the intended effect as you weren’t cowed in the slightest. He didn’t want to hurt you, he still needed you to make metal for him. Besides, you’d be on his crew now and he never hurt his own crew members intentionally.
“I’ll say whatever I want, Squirt. But I don’t think you can,” he sneered, using his magnetism with a little finesse. As expected, your mouth slammed shut, leaving you unable to speak or even move your lips. He hadn’t thought through all the implications of you being made of iron when he first met you but now he could really see the value in having you aboard. He could control your every movement if he wished, down to your lush little mouth. You tried showing him your anger through your eyes but Kid just laughed.
“Much better now, huh? Don’t have to listen to your bullshit yapping,” Kid said, sitting in the dinghy of the ship. Holding his arm over the side, he held his arm with you face down over the water as he repelled the boat towards his beloved Victoria Punk.
“Don’t piss me off too much or the last sight you’ll see is my sweet face,” he sneered. You flipped him off with your free hand, pissing him off even more. Kid decided to have a little fun and dunked his arm up to the shoulder (and you) underwater, just for a few seconds. Kid relished the panic on your face the moment before you realized his intention and the inevitability of being dipped in the water. His metal arm got wet but it was worth it to see you sputtering in indignation with your now sopping hair sticking to your face.
“Might want to let her open her mouth for a moment to breathe,” Killer suggested, tying the dinghy to the Punk as you breathed as rapidly as you could through your nose.
“Nah, you’re fine, ain’t you?” Kid asked, shaking off his arm. You, of course, didn’t answer. Kid laughed, enjoying the fury on your expressive face as you shook your limbs in an attempt to get off as much seawater as you could. You took in the ship adorned with a fish skeleton in front of you, your eyes skittering across the multitude of metal adorning the ship.
Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, noncon but not towards reader, cuckhold of non canon character, fingering, p in v sex, blowjob, killer is also there I guess
WC: 1.1k
A vase fell to the floor and shattered as your boyfriend fought against the intruders, two strong pirates who had broken down the door to your home and pulled you from your bed. Your boyfriend growled and screamed as the blonde one subdued him, while the red headed captain bent you over the dining room table. Your boyfriend was pulled to kneel beside it, fighting to get out of the chokehold the blonde had him in. “Don't fucking touch her!” He roared as the captain pinned your torso to the table with his metal hand and pressed his clothed erection against your squirming rear.
The captain laughed as he pushed your nightie up to reveal your lace panties, before tearing them right off you. Your boyfriend continued to scream profanities at him as the pirates flesh hand ran between your legs and rubbed your sensitive clit.
“Fuck, so wet,” Kid purred, “sorry for keeping you waiting, baby.”
“Huh?” your boyfriend yelled, confused. You gave him a coy smile before moaning unabashedly as Kid bullied two fingers inside your needy cunt and wasted no time starting to stretch you open. “What do you mean ‘waiting’?! [Y/n] what is he talking about?”
“See, we found our sweet girl here moping in a bar,” Kid explained as your pussy made wet squelches around his fingers, “she was upset because she found out her pig of a boyfriend was cheating on her. So we thought we'd come show you what a real man looks like, didn't we, Kil?”
“A real man should appreciate what he has,” Killer rumbled, pulling your boyfriend to stand, one arm locked around his neck while the other was threaded through his hair to control where his head was pointing. “Real men don't break girl's hearts. You didn't appreciate what you had, so we're taking it away.”
“I- I never!” Your boyfriend pleaded, “you've got it all wrong!”
“I saw you!” You spat, “with that bitch Jenny from the apothecary! I went to buy lavender and saw you bending her over her counter through the window! Lying pig!”
Kid smirked at your fire as he pushed a third finger inside you, curling them purposefully to press against your spongey g-spot. Your boyfriend continued to plead his case, crying out apologies that fell on deaf ears as Kid pulled an orgasm from you and your eyes rolled, nails digging into the dining table. Your boyfriend looked like he was going to cry when you turned to look at him, which only made you smile wider.
Kid pulled away from you to remove his belts and pants, throwing one of the belts to Killer to bind your boyfriend's wrists behind his back. You wiggled your ass at Kid, eager for his fat cock, and he gave you a coy smile in return before lining himself up. You cried out as he pushed inside you, his cock stretching you wide. He gave you time to adjust, bending over to coo in your ear how well you were doing and how good your pussy felt wrapped around him. The edge of the table dug into your thighs as he grabbed your hips and started to thrust, but you were too cock drunk to care. Kid's thick cock was no doubt going to ruin all other men for you.
Your boyfriend kept screaming for him to stop, pleading with you that he would break things off with the other woman, that he only loved you. Kid pulled you to stand, turning you both and leaning his ass against the table behind him as he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you into the air, your pussy on full display for everyone, but mostly on display was the way Kid's cock was spearing you open. Your head lolled back against his shoulder as he used you like a cocksleeve, groaning in your ear with each thrust. Killer pulled your boyfriend to kneel in front of you, giving him a close up of your cunt wrapped around Kid.
“Lick her pussy,” Kid growled, “show us what a good little cuck you are and maybe we won't kill you.”
Your boyfriend whined and shimmied forward against his will. “But… but your dick,” he complained as Killer shoved his head towards you.
“Don't be a pussy,” Kid tsk'd, “you cheated on her, your life is being threatened, but you can't man up enough to lick her cunt? You're pathetic, truly.”
Killer grabbed your boyfriend's head hard and pushed it forward until he was right up against your pussy, with no choice but to stick out his tongue and lick your clit. You heard him gag as his tongue accidentally made contact with Kid's shaft, and you laughed. Kid tsk'd again and clicked his tongue at Killer, who pulled your boyfriend away again. “Sorry excuse for a man,” Kid growled, increasing his efforts to lift and lower you on his cock. “I'm gonna show you how a real man makes a beautiful woman cum, and then I'm going to steal her away. You can cry all you want while I'm fucking her every day until she can't even remember you.”
Kid swapped his tactic, holding you still and thrusting up into you at a rapid pace, showing off his strength and making you cry out as your pussy fluttered around him. “There's a good girl, I can feel how close you are baby,” Kid purred in your air, “go on princess, go ahead and cum for me, let it all out.”
You screamed as you saw stars and came hard, your hand wrapped up and behind you tugging Kid's hair hard, his goggles falling from his head and clattering against the table behind him as your pussy clamped down around his cock. “Fuckkk, good girl,” Kid groaned, “so fucking tight for me. You got it in you to suck me off?”
You gave him a fucked out “mmm,” and he carefully pulled out and lowered you to the ground. You knelt in front of him and he held your head almost lovingly as you took his cock in your hand, licking the shaft and tasting yourself on him before taking what you could in your mouth. Seeing how tired you were he held your head still and did most of the work, while you let him gently fuck your mouth until he grunted and salty cum spilled out on your tongue. You drank it down and licked away the remnants, and he pulled you to stand and kissed you hard, groping your ass as he held you tight against him.
The pirates left your boyfriend crying on the floor as they helped you pack your things and trash the place, holding him still afterwards so you could give him a good kick in the gut before Kid threw you over his shoulder and carried you to your new home on his ship.
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Pairing: Eustass "Captain" Kidd x OC (Morrigan, The Phantom)
Quincy and Hip take Mor out for some retail therapy before her introduction to the crew :3
Chapter Tracklist:
Alone Together – Fall Out Boy
The Great Escape – Boys Like Girls
Halley’s Comet – Billie Eilish
CW: pretty tame chapter, alcohol consumption, kidd gets handsy after drinks start flowing, mor meets the rest of the crew --- word count: 3.9k
NSFW; Explicit & Mature Language/Themes - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞
My ‘mission’ for the rest of the day was to peruse the various shops throughout the Archipelago, while also assisting Quincy and Hip in scouting out how much of a Marine presence was left after the scuffle at the Auction House.
“The boys stick out like sore thumbs,” Quincy had told me when I asked her if it was normal for her to be sent out on scouting missions. “So, the Boss usually leaves the sneaky shit to us.”
She definitely had a point, so I let that be the end of the conversation as I flipped through the racks of clothes, keeping my head low in case anyone was to recognize my face from the auction house.
Tugging the hood tighter over my head, I grabbed a few articles of clothing – most of which were dark and neutral in color and appeared to be ideal for combat.
“Not the girly type, I see,” Quincy muses as she looks over the pile collecting in my arm.
“I used to be,” I mumbled quietly, “But now I need to prioritize comfort and ease of movement if I want to survive in the New World.”
Hip nods as she listens to my response, and I can tell Quincy is debating whether or not to pry further into my past.
I’m sure I would tell them in time, but right now, the last thing I wanted to do was play my sob story out to some complete strangers.
“This should be good,” I smile warmly, motioning toward the front counter. “I’ll pay for these and we can head back.”
Kidd had tossed an absurdly heavy pouch of berries to me on my way out of the cabin – explaining that we were to keep a low profile and not "cause a scene” while we were out.
I took that to mean the Kidd Pirates typically didn’t pay for much of what came into their possession.
But with the uncertainty of the impending war happening in Marineford, I wasn’t about to take any chances. So, I tossed a handful of berries onto the counter and grabbed a paper bag from the cashier, not bothering to make them bag the items for me as Quincy and Hip followed me back out into the open street.
Our walk back to the cabin was mostly silent, Hip and Quincy stopping occasionally at vendors and purchasing one-off items for themselves with Kidd’s “generosity”.
“It’s not often Captain lets us loose with a pouch full of berries,” Hip muses, admiring the new necklace now adorning her necklace. “Might as well make the most of it.”
A few more stops and we found ourselves in front of a jewelry stand, Hip and Quincy immediately gravitating towards the various jewels on display in the cases.
What caught my eye, however, was a case of handmade jewelry, many featuring various crystals fastened together with intricate wiring.
“You don’t care for jewels,” the merchant calls to me from her stool, and I shake my head as flash my eyes up to meet her gaze. I had seen my fair share of fine jewelry back at home, and all it did was remind me of the life I once had.
Of the life I was ripped away from.
I ignore her question and point to the display in front of me, “Did you make these yourself?”
She acknowledges me with a nod, and I let my eyes fall back down to the display. One necklace, in particular, keeps pulling my gaze, so much so that I don’t notice the elderly woman climb down from her perch and stand beside me.
“You have someone special in your life?”
I jump from the closeness of her voice, confusion on my face as I process her words.
“N-no,” I mumble, eyes falling back on the necklace. “But I recently lost someone special to me.”
I try my best to keep my lip from quivering as the woman's frail hands reach around and unclasp the display case, pulling the necklace out and placing it around my neck.
“Rose Quartz,” she states, a warm smile curling on her thin lips, “the stone of unconditional love.”
I return the smile and reach for the stone, rubbing it between my fingers as the merchant shuffles over to another display. She returns with a pair of matching gemstone bracelets, reaching and placing each of them on either of my wrists.
“They are a set, I insist you take them together,” she says, resting a cold hand on the back of mine. “Let them envelop your heart, release the grief that is consuming you, and in doing so you will learn to love yourself – thus opening your heart to the healing and love it desires.”
She pulls her hand away slowly, and it's only when I look down that I realize my hands are shaking.
“Th-thank you,” I stutter, reaching into my pocket for the pouch of berries, which is considerably lighter than it was when we started our spree.
“No,” the merchant states, hands waving in the air as I try to extend the payment to her, “Please, I insist you take them.”
“And I insist you let me pay for them,” I state flatly, brows furrowing as she shakes her head again.
I look back to Quincy and Hip, each of them holding necklaces with giant jeweled pendants.
“How much for those necklaces?”
The merchant kisses her teeth before offering me a price, and without fully listening I place the pouch in her hand.
“This should cover it, and then some ,” I say firmly, tugging Quincy by the arm before the merchant can refuse me again.
I glance over my shoulder as she stares down at the pouch, offering her a wink before hurrying off in the direction of the cabin.
As we approach the front door, a feeling of uneasiness rises in my chest, and it's validated when we near the front door and there are two unfamiliar figures standing just inside the open doorway.
I look to either side of me and notice neither of my companions seem to be put off by their presence, so I take a deep breath as I fall in step behind them.
“Boss must be talking with Hawkins, again,” Hip says, nodding toward the man just inside the entryway before making her way inside the cabin. Quincy stays quiet and I follow suit, making a quick detour to drop my new belongings off in the room upstairs before meeting them back in the kitchen.
When I push open the door, all voices come to a halt, everyone’s eyes shifting to my form as I stand awkwardly in the doorway.
My eyes find Kidd immediately, scanning his face to try to get a feel for the situation. His arms are crossed over his chest, but he is leaned back against the counter as he holds my gaze, allowing me a sense of relief as I move my eyes from him to the unfamiliar faces in the room.
“You must be Morrigan,” the blonde man drawls, flipping a deck of cards between his hands as he shifts to make a move towards me. I sidestep his advance and quickly make my way over to the side of the kitchen where Kidd is standing, mirroring his position and crossing my arms in front of me.
“Charmed,” he says sarcastically, and I keep my mouth shut as I flick my eyes around the room again. Killer, whom I hadn’t noticed upon my entry, was standing near the doorway, arms on either side of him and feet braced in a stance that suggested he was ready to fight first and ask questions later.
“Anyways,” Kidd’s voice booms into the silent room, causing me to turn my neck in his direction, “We’re waiting for a resolution at Marineford before departing. I don’t care what either of you two do in the meantime, but know that my first intention when we enter the New World will be to find a base of operation.”
“So, what,” a new voice chimes in from the dining room, and my eyes shift in its direction. My eyes meet the ones of an extremely tall man, whose brown hair is pulled back into a bubble braid. “You think you’re just gonna stumble upon an island and they’re gonna bow to your command?”
Kidd chuckles next to me and I move my eyes back to the blonde across the counter, whose eyes stay locked on my frame as he continues filtering through his cards.
“If they’re smart.”
There’s something wicked in Kidd’s chuckle as he looks back and forth between the two men, neither of which seems convinced of whatever scheme Kidd was cooking up.
“Your probability of success,” the blonde starts, voice nonchalant as he reads from the cards hovering before him, “Is significantly higher than the first time we spoke. I suppose your little princess has something to do with that.”
I flinch at the word, and I can feel Quincy’s eyes on my face as I glare over to Kidd. He meets my glare with a scowl of his own before pushing off the counter and sauntering over to the door.
“If you’re finished with your fortune-telling bullshit,” He growls, yanking open the door and turning to usher the two men out, “I have some things to discuss with my crew. You have the transponder snails; I’ll be in touch when we depart.”
With that, the men were dismissed, each of them offering skeptical glances back at me before exiting the cabin.
“You told them-” I spit defensively, though I am cut off before I can get the entire sentence out.
“I didn’t tell them shit ,” Kidd spits, staring daggers into me as he takes a step back in my direction. “I’m not sure how Hawkins knew who you were, nor do I give a shit. Your days of hiding in the shadows ended the minute you agreed to join this crew.”
I let out the breath I had been holding and forced my shoulders to relax, realizing there was some truth to his words.
“You’re forming an alliance with them?”
Kidd blinks before looking over his shoulder at Killer, who takes a step forward as Kidd lets him respond to my question.
“We’re keeping the option open,” Killer says flatly, offering no more explanation as Kidd runs a hand through his hair.
“Once we set off for the New World, our first goal is to set up a base of operations. We’ll need to establish some sort of presence if we want anyone to respect us as rookies.”
Kidd walks over to the fridge and pulls a bottle from it, flicking off the cap and taking a swig of its contents before continuing.
“Once that’s done, depending on how things play out in Marineford, we set our sights on taking out an Emperor.”
My eyes widen at Kidd’s words, flicking around the room to see if anyone else has the same reaction. Nothing but adoration and pride shine through on the faces of his crewmates, and for a minute I forget how ridiculous this plan sounds.
“Subtlety never has been your forte, has it?” I chuckle as Kidd side-eyes me, his eyes narrowing as my smirk grows.
Tightening his grip on the bottle, he tips the bottle back again, drinking deeply and ignoring my comment altogether.
“Well, that was fun,” Hip says dryly, walking over to the fridge and mirroring Kidd’s previous actions, pulling a couple of bottles from the fridge and offering one to me as she passes by. I grab the bottle from her and feel eyes on me, finding Quincy eyeing me intently as Hip walks in her direction.
“So, what’s this “princess” business about?” She asks, twisting the cap from the bottle Hip hands her and sipping from it. “I thought Boss was just teasing you, but Hawkins said it too, so now I’m starting to think there’s something you’re not telling us.”
I sigh deeply before throwing back the bottle, relishing the burn of the alcohol as I take a big swig.
“It’s a long story,” I rasp, wiping the corner of my mouth before glancing around the room. Feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze on me, my eyes land on Kidd, whose eyes watch me intently as I lift the bottle to my mouth once again, as if waiting to see if I was going to divulge the full story to everyone or not.
“My full name is Briss Morrigan, of the Briss Kingdom.”
I take another swig as I let the name hang heavy in the air, some sense of recognition shining through Quincy’s face as she connects the dots in her head.
“You’re the heir to the Briss Kingdom throne?”
“ Former heir,” I hiss, flinching at the venom that leaves my mouth. I soften my gaze as I meet her eyes, feeling the familiar stinging in my eyes as I blink away the tears that threaten to form. “I’m a bastard, my father disowned me once he was able to produce a legitimate heir.”
No one spoke, the only sound heard in the room was Killer shifting on his feet as I threw back the rest of the bottle in my hand.
“I don’t really care to hash anymore of this out right now,” I slur, feeling the alcohol racing through my veins as I set the bottle down on the counter and walk towards the door. “I’m going to shower and change.”
No one stops me as I exit the kitchen, and I try to push down the thoughts of what will be said in my absence as I take the stairs two at a time, dipping into the room I occupied and grabbing one of the fitted rompers I had purchased in town earlier.
I make quick work of my shower and change into clean clothes, letting my wet hair fall at my shoulders as I glance myself over in the mirror.
My eyes go to the thick scar above my right eye, the sight of it making my chest tight as my thoughts inevitably race to the person responsible for it.
I open the door to the bathroom and cross the hall, dipping back into the room and sniffing deep as the smell of smoke leaks in from the open window. I walk over to the windowsill and peered out into the yard, seeing Quincy, Killer, and Wire attempting to kindle a bonfire as Kidd and Heat sit back and laugh at their struggles.
“Heat, just light the damn thing already,” Wire grumbles as he walks over and grabs one of the chairs, plopping down into it and motioning for Kidd to toss him a bottle of booze.
“You coming down?”
The voice from behind me startles me, and I whip my head around to find Hip and another tall blonde woman leaning through the doorway.
“Y-yeah, sure,” I stumble over the words, unsure why I feel so hesitant as my feet start moving in the direction of the women.
On my way out of the room, I grab the worn red sweatshirt hanging on the back of the door and toss it on, letting the shoulders hang loosely at my elbows as I follow the two women out to the yard.
More of the crew had made their way outside when we finally joined them, and I took the seat next to Killer near the fire as he offered me a nod, extending the bottle he held in his hand out to me.
“Still got that ratty old thing, huh, Squeak?”
I smile warmly at him as I hug the sweatshirt tighter to me.
“Of course I do.”
The sweatshirt he first offered me when I washed up on that island nearly a year ago. The act of kindness I desperately tried to deny in my delusional state all those months ago.
I shake the thoughts from my mind as music starts playing quietly from the other side of the fire, and I peer over to see a man with bluish-green hair strumming a tune on a guitar.
Everyone relaxes and chats idly amongst themselves for a while, and I sit back in the chair and observe them all as I sip at my beer.
I notice Hip and Quincy chatting with the taller blonde woman, Hop – as she had introduced herself on the walk out here, and Kidd was standing and telling an animated story to two blue-haired men and two women I didn’t recognize, one of them short with pigtails, and the other average height with wild blue hair.
I smile to myself as I observe everyone, relieved to not be the center of attention for the moment as Killer leans toward me in my chair.
“We’re a rowdy bunch, but I think you’ll find yourself at home with us, Squeak,” he says softly, standing from his seat and reaching a hand out to me.
He notices my apprehension to stand with him and turns to face the fire, shouting over it in the direction of the small crowd on the other side.
“Hey, Kiddo. I think it's time you introduced the newbie to everyone, don’t you?”
I sink further down into my seat as Kidd looks over at us, my eyes widening slightly at the smile that curls onto his lips. The smile is one of genuine happiness, a look I wasn’t accustomed to seeing on the fiery captain’s face.
He strides over to me, picking up a stool from behind us and motioning for me to stand on it.
“Is this necessary?” I groan, to which he smirks.
“Get your ass on the stool, princess.”
I roll my eyes and climb onto the stool, bracing myself on Kidd’s shoulder as I feel everyone’s eyes looking me over.
“Alright, fuckers, listen up!” Kidd shouts over the sounds of the cracking fire and music, bringing everyone’s attention from me for a moment as he crosses his arms over his chest. “This here is Morrigan. She’s one of us as of today, so I expect each and every one of you bastards to help her feel a part of the family, got it?”
A few cheers and whistles erupt from the group, and I meet Quincy’s gaze as she throws her arms in the air in excitement.
“Alright, alright, no need to make her head any bigger than it already is,” Kidd groans as the noise dies down again. I kick out my foot and it connects with his shoulder, earning a grunted chuckle from the man before he looks up at me.
“You got anything you want to say, brat?”
I raise my gaze and scan the crowd around the fire, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me as I meet everyone’s gaze one by one.
“I... I’m not sure what to say, as I haven’t had the chance to meet all of you individually,” I say shakily, feeling my knees grow weak as I try to steady myself. “But I look forward to doing so, and to the adventures we’ll share together.”
“Hell yeah!” Heat calls out as he lifts his bottle into the air, everyone following suit and cheering together.
“To the start of a new era!” Kidd shouts as the crowd grows rowdier, everyone knocking back their drinks as I smile and take the last swig of my beer.
I hop down from the stool and am immediately swarmed by the crew, names thrown my way as everyone tries to sneak in their introductions at the same time. I look back to Killer and Kidd for help, but the two of them smirk at me and watch as the group shuffles me away.
For a few hours, I spend time chatting with the crew in small groups, doing my best to avoid talking about myself too much and trying to compartmentalize all the information being tossed my way in my tipsy state.
I finally find a seat as everyone begins to settle down for the night, some people disappearing back inside for the night and others huddling closer to the fire to try to absorb its warmth.
I hear footsteps approach from behind me, and I feel an arm wrap around my waist and lift me from the chair. Before I can offer a protest, Kidd sits down in the chair and pulls me into his lap, turning me sideways so he can look at me.
We hold each other’s gaze for a few heartbeats, my breath catching as his fingers begin tracing up my exposed thigh.
“Look at you, joining up with a bunch of filthy pirates,” he teases, his cheeks flushed as he pulls another bottle to his lips.
I roll my eyes and mimic his action with my own drink, feeling my head begin to swing as the liquid slides down my throat.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
Kidd throws his head back dramatically and laughs, the movement causing me to shift in his lap. I brace my hand on his exposed chest as he drops his head back down, hazy eyes meeting my own as I match his smile.
“Doubt it, princess.”
My eyes fall down to my hand, and I pull it away as I lean back to create some distance between us.
“One of these days you’ll stop calling me that,” I groan, lips falling into a frown as I take another drink.
“I also doubt that,” he says, pulling me closer to his chest by my waist, “Though, I do love how much it flusters you when I call you ‘angel’ instead.”
I feel the heat rise in my cheeks at his teasing words, leaning into his touch though every fiber of my being screams for me to get up. It’s not until he leans his face closer to mine that I react, realizing the shift in his movements as he attempts to connect our lips.
My reflexes kick in and I remove myself from his lap hastily, not looking back as I take long strides back toward the cabin. My pulse is ringing in my ears as I reach my room and close the door, leaning my forehead against it as I lock it and try to calm my labored breathing.
My mind betrays my attempts as Kidd’s words echo in my mind, flashes of the single night we spent together flashing behind my eyelids as I hear heavy footsteps approaching my door.
I brace myself for a knock at the door, but it doesn’t come as the footsteps come to a halt just on the other side.
For a moment I swear I can feel the beating of the heart on the opposite side of the door synchronizing with mine – both chests they lie within rising and falling in harmony.
Neither of us says a word, and though I can’t see him, I know whose amber eyes are staring back at me.
After a few moments of silence, the footsteps start again and shuffle down the hall before disappearing completely as the sound of a door closing pulls my eyes open.
I battle to settle my mind enough to get some sleep that night, mostly unsuccessful as I toss and turn under the sheets.
Only when I let my mind drift back to my night with Kidd do I calm down enough to sleep, wrapping my arms around my torso tightly in a desperate attempt to replicate the way he held me that night.
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