Two Cats

I was writing and i put down my head for a sec bc i was tired and when i put my head back up i saw this on my phone

DIVINE DEPARTURE

YOU LIARRDR

Ay you already know

Boredom and Jokes

Mihawk x reader/Buggy x reader. Can be read platonically or romantic but platonic in mind. Reader is younger than both of them. 421 wordcount

“bbb… bbbppt… bbbptt” You make noises with your mouth, hanging out with Mihawk. It was just you and Buggy at first but you wanted to visit Mihawk and dragged a reluctant Buggy along. So you and Buggy lay there, him sitting on the chair while you lay on the ground starfish style. As you continue to make noises with your mouth, Mihawk finally looks up from his book.

“Do you need something?” He asks, eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“No, I’m alright thanks.” You say dismissively and he’s about to go back to reading when you start to make noises again. Buggy finds it funny, but the anger coming off of Mihawk is making him too anxious to actually show it. The swordsman doesn’t even know if he should say anything or not, if giving you attention will only cause you to do more. You make the choice for him in the form of a question. “How old are you guys?”.

“43.” Mihawk answers first.

“39.” Buggy responds, he’s about to make a joke when your eyes widen.

“YOU’RE OLDER THAN BUGGY!?” You yell in shock while sitting up, surprising both men.

“Hey what is that supposed to mea-” Buggy’s interrupted as you stand up and use his face to push yourself to Mihawk. He looks up at you, his expression back to a calm one.

“I am.” He says and you stare at him.

“There’s no way! Buggy looks way older than you. I figured you were probably old since you’re the world’s greatest swordsman, sure, but older than him!?”

“HEY! I LOOK GOOD FOR MY AGE!” Buggy yells from behind you, rubbing his face.

“The clown does indeed look older than he is.” Mihawk agrees and Buggy starts to argue. Your brain goes blank and you space out, Buggy’s voice fading. You come to, your own voice snapping you out of it.

“World’s oldest swordsman.” The words exit your mouth and you immediately burst out laughing. Buggy’s eyes widen, then he grins.

“Haha I gue-” Yoru is pressed to his neck. “I WASN’T EVEN THE ONE WHO SAID IT!” He yelps as you fall to your knees and onto your side.

“W-Worl- HAHAHAHA” Your stomach hurts, and you’re starting to get lightheaded. “World oldest swordsm-AN!” Your voice cracks, laughing too hard to even notice Buggy’s pleas for you to shut up, blade getting closer to his neck with every second you laugh. Mihawk can handle being made fun of, but he will not tolerate it from Buggy of all people.

I kind of want to write some more angst or messed up scenarios but im always nervous i'll make it too dark and trigger someone or get cancelled bc people think im a bad person ;;

STOP THE NSFW POSTS I'M SAD I WANT COMFORT, NOT SOME ROUGH BACKSHOTS😭😭😭

?? Wha??

Got me scared i b askin shit i dont remember again. Weird ass glitch 😭

was reading the most amazing shanks x male reader and everything was pointing to Shanks being the bottom and i was stoked and literally the last like paragraph and a half it switched to reader being the bottom and Shanks calling him little king. I'm so tired of this bruh i rlly cant get shit 💀

I always do really well in a game and then i get stuck on one part and just drop it because i'm too proud to search up a guide when I was doing just fine. It's happened with 3 games now and it's rather unfortunate

I finished! This took way longer than it should've tbh considering it isn't very long, but i kept getting distracted by games and other ideas. Sorry for taking so long. Here's the reveal @hurlingdown it's mee!! I'm 👻! I had a nightmare someone else posted something claiming to be 👻 but its me.

How to Breed your Captain

Shanks x Male!Reader. Top reader, omegaverse. 3327 words. 't' thoughts. Shanks has a posay.

You’re sitting down, sipping on some ale, when you realize Shanks hasn’t been back yet. You and Shanks were chatting when he said that he was “gonna take a piss”. However, that was around 10 minutes ago and he still isn’t back. You’re starting to get a little concerned. You know how your captain is when he’s drunk, and you knew he didn’t look all there when he had left, but he hadn’t even drank that much. He’s an experienced drinker, even if he’s known as a drunk he wouldn’t get woozy over what was around a mug and a half of ale. ‘Did he drink earlier without telling me?’ You think to yourself, that being the only option you can think of to why he would look off while leaving or take this long. The thought doesn’t help your anxiety though, I mean he gets clumsy and even more carefree when he’s not all there, what if he slipped and hit his head on the toilet, or threw up hard enough that he passed out? Your leg bounces anxiously, Shanks is a grown man that should be able to handle himself but you know that isn’t always the truth, almost as much as Beckman. “Dammit.” You curse and put your mug of ale down, unable to handle the anxiety anymore. You’ll have to get up to go check up on the idiot, that’s what you thought since when you get to the bathroom it’s empty. “Did he go to his room?” You mumble and walk over to his cabin. He does have a bathroom in there, though it doesn’t make sense he would go all the way over there for it. Maybe he forgot that he was having a conversation with you on the way to the bathroom and went to sleep. When you get to his room you knock on the door, smells kinda off, maybe he’s sick. “Captain!?” You yell out, man if you didn’t care about him this much you would’ve just left him to his devices. ‘Should I just.. open the door..?’ You wonder. Deciding against it you hold your ear to the door, trying to listen for any snores. When you don’t hear any you get concerned, you can tell the light it on. The smell is getting weirder too, did he actually throw up? Your head feels fuzzy too, maybe the ale was stronger than you both thought..

[Earlier]

“fuck…” Shanks mumbles as he walks down the hallway. It’s taking everything he has to keep his pheromones inside his body, using all his experience of holding in pain both physical and mental to help him. Holding things in is making it worse, he’s just making himself emotional faster, but he can’t be spotted like this. His thoughts go to earlier, when you two were drinking. He had already started feeling off around you lately, sometimes he forgets he’s an omega since he takes blockers and doesn’t really pay attention to those specific labels, so he brushed it off as him just taking a liking to you. He fucks because he can, and any parts that are different are just the things given to him. The only times he remembers he’s an omega is when he’s reminded, either during sex or during medical appointments, though sometimes he isn’t paying attention even then.. Well he wishes he was paying attention now. Hongo had always told him that even if he took blockers that he should keep track of when he was supposed to have heats, just in case something ever went wrong during those times; but Shanks being Shanks, pushed that aside. He wouldn’t need to know all that, if anything happened he would just deal with it, Hongo keeps track anyway; so the doctor could just deal with it. Medical stuff isn’t his specialty.

‘I might be the biggest idiot in the world.’ Shanks tells himself as he shoves his door open and falls onto his bedroom floor, kicking it closed with his foot. Why hadn’t he put it together? Liking you, starting to feel off around you recently, feeling hornier than usual… why did it not click? What’s wrong with him? Is he stupid? Shanks lets out a small groan as he presses his thighs together, already feeling the slick between them. He had heard before of something like love activating a heat even if blockers were taken, but it was rare and sounds way too romantic. Plus, Shanks is more than grown now. Healthy, but not a teenager that can’t control their hormones. He slides a hand down to his pants, over his crotch, and presses down. Pleasure shoots through him and he tries to cover his mouth to muffle a moan, forgetting that he doesn’t have another hand to muffle it with. It makes him jolt and he shakily sits up and tries to sense if anyone is near, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel anyone. He manages to get onto his feet, trying to imagine he’s just drunk as he flops onto his bed on his stomach; then rolls onto his back. ‘Should I knock myself out?’ He considers seriously, knowing how it feels to have a heat without a partner. It’s miserable, no matter how many times you cum it keeps feeling like it isn’t enough. What’s worse is you just get depressed too! God he would rather go through a terrible hangover. His crotch is pulsing, fluttering and clenching around nothing as his breath starts to quicken. Shanks slips a hand into his pants and parts his lips, the amount of slick he feels making him flinch. “God what am I this wet for?” He mumbles and his mind immediately goes to you, making his womb throb in response with a whine. He isn’t an insecure man, but you’ve never really shown any genuine interest in him. You’ve flirted with him, maybe even alluded to a fling, but he doesn’t want a fling. Here it goes with the negative thoughts. He likes you, he loves you, even if he shouldn’t. He’s your captain and older than you. An older omega… would he even be able to give pups at this age? The thought rings through him and he tears up with a whine. He’s pushing 40, he isn’t as fertile as he used to be, even if he’s an omega he isn’t good enough. His body isn’t good for pups, he drinks and fights and he’s above his prime. He aged like fine wine appearance wise but what does that matter? Shanks is just a pretty face and a pretty body. His fingers play with his clit as he starts to cry softly, feeling pathetic. When he was younger he cursed the people who told him he would regret not having pups while he was young, he still does now; but when in his heat... he agrees with them. It’s the hormones, this is known, but this pain is real. He keens out for a mate that isn’t there. A dangerous man, a whore, used up and useless. All these things that would never bother him, things that he even sometimes took pridefully, fill his mind and make him miserable. It makes his first orgasm feel like shit, the pleasure doing nothing. ‘Useless useless useless’ his omega mind tells him as he turns his head to the side, unable to even wipe his tears.

[Now]

You sniff the door more, trying to figure out what it is until you catch a whiff of something. It feels erotic at first, like alcohol, which is why you mistook it as maybe your breath from the ale; but you start to realize that it isn’t. You press your nose to the door and sniff again, smelling it stronger. Salty, a stinging like alcohol and the salty sea. It smells like Shanks, but it’s usually softer than this, more calm. This smells more… unstable. Even when he was drunk he didn’t smell like this. The scent turns rotten, more salty and more like wine that wasn’t sealed properly, negative and stressful “Captain?” You call out as you knock on the door again, getting less irritated due to worry. Unknown to you, Shanks hears you, but it only made him feel better for a moment. It’s a whirlpool, he’s happy you’re here, happy you sound worried, but what now? The only good parts of him are the fact that he’s confident, sure of himself. If he isn’t then he would just be some insecure, pathetic, drunk, old omega giving himself away. No, no, he can’t let you see him like this. You get a headache as the scent gets weaker, then stronger as he tries and fails to hold it in. “Captain, are you okay? What’s going on? Should I call someone?”

“No!” He yells out instinctively, startling you slightly.

“Okay.. I will.. not—call someone.” You respond, still hesitant. You’re close to Shanks but not as close as maybe Beckman, another omega. “Are you sure though? I can call Beckman.” Shanks thinks about that, that actually might make him feel a bit better; but Beckman isn’t you. Plus he has a feeling Beckman would just scold him, maybe even tell him to go to you. God he’s pathetic. “Captain, I know we aren’t as close but is there something I can do?”

…

“C..Can you just… stay here?” He mumbles, it’s quiet to the point where you can barely hear it.

‘He wants me to stay!?’ You think to yourself, shocked. You’ve already gotten hard from his pheromones, what if you say something stupid? “Uh are you su-”

“You don’t want to?” Shanks sounds vulnerable, weak, and you shake your head quickly despite him not being able to see it.

“No, no, I’m okay staying here,” ‘God he sounds so cute I wanna see him.’ “I was more worried that you don’t actually want me here.” You say, your mind spinning a little. You’re doing your best to stay calm, unfortunately that’s only making Shanks feel worse since he’s thinking that he’s so unattractive that you’re completely fine despite his pheromones going strong. “I just want to make you feel better.” Caught in a bad spot, the two of you are. Shanks is insecure and feeling worse because you seem completely fine, and you’re doing your best to hold yourself together because Shanks is distressed. This is going nowhere but down. “Are you uhm.. in heat? Did you forget your blockers?”

“Gods, I didn’t. It would make things easier if it were just that.” Shanks says, biting his lip when he slips a finger inside himself.

‘Why is he so emotional, am I doing something wrong? Am I this emotional during a rut?’ Your mind races as you try to think of anything to save this. You try to think of something that you would like to hear during a stressful rut. “..Do you need help?” When you’re met with silence you consider playing it off as a bad joke but then there’s a response.

“What good is helping an old geezer like me?” He says, his voice sad. Your mind goes blank for a moment, what is he saying? He’s completely out of your league asking what good is there? He isn’t even that old!

“Well- uh.. you’re sexy?” You sound a bit unsure, not knowing if you’re doing something good. When you smell him slightly calm you feel slight relief. Shanks may not want just a fling, but hearing the person he loves call him sexy is always a plus. “You’re super hot, and you’re incredibly attractive in all ways both physically and personality wise.” You keep throwing out compliments, flooding them in as your captain’s pheromones seem to be reacting positively. “I know I make fun of your arm jokes but they’re actually funny, even when they’re not they’re funny in an unfunny way; especially since you always look so bright and proud of yourself when you get the perfect opportunity to make one. Your eyes crinkle up happily, it’s super cute.” His sadness is subsiding and turning into a small glee as you continue, his hips bucking into his fingers. You press your hands against the door, “You’re the most desirable person and omega I've ever me-” and fall through it onto Shanks’s bedroom floor. Oh. When the redhead had struggled inside earlier he hadn’t closed it properly, so it opened at the pressure. He stares at your form on the ground, not sure whether to laugh or beam that you’re inside. You get up onto your knees and your brain immediately goes numb from the smell of him, the scent through the door can’t compare to this. It makes your mouth water and you forget about your embarrassment. Shanks is about to ask if you’re okay when you get up onto your feet and look at him, your pupils dilating at the sight. Your captain is laying there, propped up on his elbow. You can see glistening on his fingers, slick. He follows your gaze and gets embarrassed.

“Had to make do, being alone and all.” He mumbles, trying to play it cool. Exceedingly hard when his face is still flushed and his muscles are tensing from trying not to pull you to him. You walk over to him and grab his wrist, making him flinch and gasp when you wrap your lips around his wet fingers, groaning at the taste. His womb throbs and he purrs involuntarily from the action, his body pleased that his alpha is here. “(Y/n) I-”

“Shh, I’m here now.” You pull back and move yourself between his legs, your tent above his clothes weeping cunt. “Fuck, I can almost feel how wet it is just from this.” You grind down on him and he throws his head back with a cry, pleasure shooting through him as his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You can’t help it, you need to fuck him, your hands go to the hem of his pants and pull it all off. He’s wet, it would be so easy to thrust into him, you put your tip at his entrance and pause.

“...?” Shanks props himself up to look at you, you’re sweating and clenching your teeth. You’re holding back, Shanks hasn’t given consent yet and your body is punishing you for daring to stop yourself from breeding an omega in front of you; but you can’t, you can’t do this to your captain if he doesn’t want it just because you couldn’t control yourself. Shanks realizes this and grabs your shirt to pull you down for a kiss, his lips moving against yours passionately until he pulls back. “Fuck me.” He whispers. “Please…” Your eyes fog over and you grab his legs to pull him back onto your cock while thrusting into him, his body adjusting to you immediately as he gasps. So ready for cock and now he’s all yours. He’s already a mess below you, squirming. It’s not long before his walls pulse around you and he wails, his orgasm coming suddenly after being pent up and distressed this whole time. His arm clutches onto the back of your shirt as your hips move, “Breed me please please I need it.” gripping onto it so hard you’re sure it’ll stretch out. It doesn’t matter though, not when his pussy is clenching around you so well as he begs you to give him pups. Him being a powerful pirate or the captain of an important crew doesn’t matter, he just wants to be your omega. Fuck, you’ll keep him pregnant over and over until he can’t think about anything except getting bred and taking care of his pups, your pups. Your knot starts to inflate and Shanks lets out pheromones to give you every sign he wants it, shaking as he reaches his second orgasm. Gummy walls squeeze around you and leak slick as he cries out while you continue to fuck him; painting his insides with your seed. Your knot slowly forces its way inside with your thrusts until it pops inside of him with a squelch. Shanks feels dizzy, happy, he puts his hand on his stomach purring until he remembers how old he is. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you rub your scent glands onto his.

“Pups.. I'm.. it’d be hard for me to get them.” He feels like crying, tearing up while he looks away feeling ashamed. You think for a moment, then pick him up and walk towards the door that’s still open with your dick still inside him, closing it. You won’t need to lock it, everyone will get the hint the moment they even get near the hallway. You plop down onto the bed with him on your lap and thrust up into Shanks, your knot still inside.

“It doesn’t matter. If it’s hard for you to get pups then we can keep trying.” You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll do it over and over until your womb is overflowing with me.” Shanks pants, his eyes glazing over at your romantic(?) words.

“Alpha~” He whines and you pull him in for a kiss, making out with him until your knot unswells enough you can lay him back on the mattress and hook his legs over your shoulders into a mating press. You kiss him one more time before thrusting into his wet cunt, squelching with slick as you fuck your own cum deeper into him. Your mouth goes to his neck, sucking hickeys where you’re planning on biting him once his heat is over. When you can fuck your seed into him and mate him while he’s fully himself. This angle is deeper than before and you feel the tip of your dick kiss his cervix, making his head throw back with pleasure as slick drips down your balls and coats your thighs. His plump chest from his muscles move with each thrust, nipples perked up like they’re already going to lactate. Your hand goes to one and squeezes the flesh there, his heat making them softer than usual. He likes it, cries getting louder since he can’t speak anymore. Your knot swells up for the second time and he cums again, struggling to make more noise that shows he’s yours as his throat goes sore. It doesn’t even matter if he didn’t love you, your dick is too addictive, he’d never be able to have another. You pound into him and his cervix, one hand on his thigh and the other on his breast. You’re a perfect match and as you slam into him the to his cervix shoots your cum directly into his womb as your cock ruins his pussy for the second time.

“My omega.” You mumble and kiss him again as he manages to purr happily, your scents mixing together like you’re already mated.

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Shanks pants, his red hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as you fuck into him. Your clothes around the bed into a nest as soon as you both calmed enough to let him make one. His stomach is swollen with your seed, you’ve been breeding him for days now because of this strong pent up heat and now his brain is numb with nothing but you. You finally slip out of him with a pop and jizz pours from his used hole, loose and bred. His breasts have bites on them and the nipples swollen along with his clit from being played with so many times. You lean over and peck his kiss bitten lips, tears of pleasure staining his cheeks. “Pretty omega, my pretty captain omega~” You continue to kiss his face and he sighs in relief, closing his eyes. This was rough for the both of you to do for so long but you both have good stamina and you’ll learn soon how clingy Shanks can be as your mate.

Lust/Love

Shanks takes a big swig of his drink, sitting with you on the deck. It's cool at night, helping with the heat of your bodies. He's talking, but your eyes are just looking at the opening of his shirt.

"I feel lust for you Shanks."

"huh?"

"huh?"

Both of you say consecutively.

"What'd you say, kid?" Shanks asks, eyes wide with a flustered smile as he freezes his action of putting the bottle to his lips.

"I feel love for you Shanks, like as a Captain. Sorry I said your first name, just drunk." You lie on the spot.

...

"..Alright, then. Know my name's a good one. Love ya too." He says, looking away with a cold sweat and not knowing if he actually misunderstood you or not. Shanks puts down his bottle and pats you on the back. Good going.