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I can already tell he chose the secret third option
Violence. It's violence
Gah I wish I wasn’t so easily distracted
Idk what to say here
I’m amazed I was able to actually produce something so complete and beautiful 😤
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learning how to draw these freaky little guys because they drive me NUTS
i immediately got better at drawing kid since my last post but let's not pay attention to that its mermay or whateva
Nicknames the Kid Pirates are called by their S/O ( plus what they call you):
With Kid, Killer, and Heat and Wire
Kid:
What you call him:
Big red
Captain jackass (when being an ass)
Babe
Handsome
Future king of the pirates
What he calls you:
Shorty
Sugar tits
Sugar (only used in private)
Pretty girl (also only in private)
Woman
Future queen of the pirates
Killer:
What you call him:
Mr. Massacre
Goldie locks (he hates it so much)
Kill-baby
Babe
Handsome (only in private)
What he calls you:
Beautiful
My dear
Ms. Massacre
Brat
Darling
Heat:
What you call him:
Heaty-baby (has a love/hate relationship with this one)
Handsome
Fire man
Honey bunny (read it like Jessica Rabbit)
What he calls you:
Dear
Love
(Y/n) darling
My flame
Wire:
What you call him:
Big man
Mr. Jungle gym
Mr. Navigator
Dear (I feel like he would like to be called that)
What he calls you:
Little Mama
Monkey
Babe
Mama's
What are they in the bedroom? (Sub, Dom, or Switch): (NSFW)
With Kid, Killer, and Heat
Kid:
Switch, leaning toward sub:
Starting off strong with our hot tempered captian, I believe hes a switch mainly because hes the captain everywhere else except the bedroom.
Dont get me wrong, he'll have your ass in the air if that's what you want. But god damn it does he want to be the pillow princess sometimes.
Hes not gonna tell you that tho
He'd rather die than tell you that, so pick up on his mood why dont you?
He's the biggest brat in the grand line and you cant tell me otherwise, walking by and smacking your ass in front of the crew, calling you crude nicknames; the works.
He's also not gonna make it easy to dominate him either, just to piss you off
When you get him down hes not gonna stop complaining until you have him overstimulated and his eyes are rolled to the back of his head.
Killer:
Switch, leaning toward dom:
He's a pleasure dom mostly.
Top or bottom he's gonna be in control manually while you tell him how you want it.
Like he'll nut on the bed while giving you the best head of your life, but your gonna have to ask him for it.
You want him to treat you like a queen in the bedroom? Cool, he'll have you squirting by the end of the night.
Want him to toss you around, spit in your mouth and call you names? Ok, what's the safe word?
He's also a tease, the kiss everywhere but the place you need him to and then proceed to give attention to that spot only till your climbing away type of tease.
But he makes up for it with massages and kisses
Heat:
Sub:
Oh my sweet Heat, with those big sad eyes and permanent frown.
Please call him a good boy while riding his face
Pull his hair while you blow his back out with your strap
Treat him sweet and tell him hes doing a good job pleasing you
Ride him and ask him if he deserves to cum.
Make him whimper and whine and please, please just let him cum he's been such a good boy. (I have a favorite)
Let him cum, but then keep making him cum until hes a pretty drooling whiny mess.
Please take care of him after, poor baby is exhausted
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Heat and Wire are next
Heat and Wire!
Sorry this took so long, a lot has happened. I'm working on the scenarios and they should be done by tomorrow. Also, Happy Pride!!
☠️ The Kid Pirates ☠️
Took a lil break from asks and writing to make myself some new banners for fics cos cropping screenshots just wasn't doin it for me anymore :P
Killer is a hair model :3c
Where you like to kiss them: feat. Kid, Killer, Heat and Wire
Tw: none, it's all fluff here
Kid:
The bridge of his nose
Only in private tho
When he's in his workshop chair and your between his legs
His arm around your waist and your hands in his cheeks
It's one of those rare moments where everything is quiet and it's one of his treasures
He's not gonna tell you that tho
"Why the Hell did you stop? Give me more."
Killer:
His dimples
You can't convince me this man doesn't have them
It's like a nightly routine at this point
He takes off his mask and you two lay down and you kiss his dimples
Then you both talk about your day in each others arms before falling asleep
"Goodnight my dear, I love you."
Heat:
His jaw
You like to surprise him throughout the day
He's doing his commander stuff around the Victoria
You walk by and gently grab his face and smother kisses along his jaw
It leaves him stunned and flustered for a few seconds before he has to begrudgingly go back to what he was doing
He smothers you with kisses later
"That's just not fair Flame..."
Wire:
His eyelids
After hours of him looking over maps he likes chill and have you in his lap as he looked into the backs of his eyelids
That's when you strike, stretching yourself up and thumbing the apples of his cheeks
And lightly litter his eyelids with butterfly kisses
His face relaxes and a small smile can be seen on his lips when you do this
"Hm, that tickles."
LOOK AT HIM!!
Thank you so much @idaredivel for drawing him for me, I love him so much!
Funny moments with your baby/toddler.
Feat. Kid, Killer, Heat and Wire
Tw: toilet water, cussing, mentions of throwing up
(I'm gonna give the babies names, if you dont like the name you can change it. But all but one are scottish oriented.)
Kid:
When Kid doesn't get his way, or if he doesn't like something, theres usually a grunt or growl of frustration that follows. Eilidh, your one year old, happened to pick it up the day you where getting her to try a new food.
You had Eilidh in a high chair that Kid made, smacking her little hands on the tray as you spooned some mashed peaches into her mouth. Eilidh's happy face turned sour and she let the mashed food dribble down her chin, "Oh no, Eili, did you not like it?" you giggled. All you got in return was furrowed brows and a growl, it made you pause for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Kid walked into the room seeing his daughter with a disgusted face and his wife practically on the floor beside herself, "What the fuck is going on?"
You look at him with mischief before looking at your now grumpy baby, "Watch, Eili, do you want another bite?" you raise the spoon back to her mouth and she backs away as far as she could before letting out another growl.
It was like a flip switched in Kid's head before he started laughing too. "You copying daddy, pip squeak? That's great!" All he got in response was a now hangry Eilidh yelling and slapping the tray.
"Ok, ok. Let's try something else. I'm sorry baby." You giggle out.
Killer:
Victoria had Killer wrapped around her little finger, so when she asked her daddy if he wanted to play tea party with her, you bet your ass he put everything down and played tea party with his little girl.
So there he was, sitting in a tiny chair in the bedroom, drinking 'tea' (It was really water that Victoria was getting from the connected bathroom). And Killer hyped her up by telling her how great it was.
Every time she brought him another cup he told her it was better than the last, until you came in looking for him.
You watched her bring him his (fifth) cup before asking, "Where is she getting the water?" Killer turned to you, "The bathroom, why?"
You looked him in the eyes with a knowing smile, "Kill, she's two, she can't reach the sink." you tell him.
Killer sat there before looking down, "No, no she can't." he says defeatedly. He stood up, "Exuse me miss Victoria, Daddy needs to go to the bathroom." you look at him, "What are you gonna do?" "Purge."
Heat:
Alisa was a quiet child, in fact, you and Heat where sure she was mute. Both of you where fine with that of course, worried sure, but you and Heat where teaching her basic sign language so she could still communicate with anyone in case of an emergency.
It was a random morning on the Victoria, Ailsa sat between you and Heat so you had an eye on her in case she choked on her food.
That particular morning Heat thought it would be funny to steal one of his daughter's pieces of bacon and winked at her when Ailsa caught him
And in true three year old fashion, this offended her, so while in the middle of you talking with Killer you hear "Mommy," followed by, "Papa stole my food!"
It was silent before the table burst out laughing (you think Killer is laughing, his shoulders are shaking)
You and Heat sat gobsmacked (Your husband more so betrayed than anything) before laughing at Ailsa's confused face.
Guess you didn't need to teach her sign language....
Wire:
Wire had Adair with him in the navigation room while he was writing down charts. The six month old laying in a bassinet, quietly looking at his surroundings with Wire slightly rocking it every once in a while.
The navigator went to erase a mistake when the paper ripped (I hate it when that happens), and was startled to hear a small giggle in the once silent room.
Wire looked over to his son to see Adair's gummy smile and huffed a smile, he turned back to his desk and grabbed an extra piece of paper before looking at his son again. "This funny?" He asks before ripping it.
Adair was sent into full body giggles, his laughter filling the room as Wire continued to rip up the paper, hearing the noise as you passed by, you stuck your head in. "What's going on?" You ask.
Your husband looked at you, " Its funny, Mama's" he says before ripping another piece, sending Adair into another round of giggling. "Ah." You laugh.
The Date (Heat x f!reader)
Masterlist
Summary: You and Heat have your first task together: buying provisions in the village where you've just docked. To get the job done, you decide to wear a beautiful, light summer dress, something that will reveal your companion to be quite the gentleman and charmer. Notes: I'll be honest. The amount of time it has taken me to write this fic is not normal XDD Word Count: 2700+
"Someday, I'll take out a girl like that," said a young Heat, hidden in an alley, hungrily biting into a stolen loaf of bread as he observed elegantly dressed girls pass by.
"Don't tell me!" mocked one of his friends. "And let me guess! You'd treat her to ice cream?"
"Of course I'd treat her to ice cream," he replied proudly, causing his group of friends to erupt in laughter.
...
The years passed, and with them came the street gangs, the violent fights, and the Glasgow smile, causing this memory to fade from his mind.
******
That day was resupply day in the village.
After the shout on deck announcing that you had just docked in the harbor, you hurried to get ready in your cabin, assuming Heat was probably already prepared. It was the first time you had been assigned a task together, and you didn't want to keep him waiting.
Your fingers began to sift through the different hangers in the flung wide open wardrobe in search of something light to wear. Summer had arrived on the islands, bringing with it hot, sunny days, so you needed something cooler than your usual outfit.
Discarding the leather jacket—too hot despite being sleeveless—along with the set of gothic corsets and harnesses, and the collection of dark t-shirts with spiked dog collars, your fingers halted on a hanger holding a much more delicate garment.
A few weeks earlier, Quincy had convinced you to buy a summer dress from a store that sold everything at half price. Lavender in color, with a sweetheart neckline and tiny embroidered flowers on the skirt, it was a garment you had never worn, partly out of embarrassment and partly because it wasn't the most suitable attire for the strict life at sea.
Holding it between your hands, you thought it was a shame for it to hang there unused. What if you wore it that afternoon? Oh, the crew would surely laugh at you when they saw you, but... it was cool and airy, perfect for high temperatures... and besides, the village seemed so peaceful and tranquil, with little risk of having to face a street fight. When else would you have such an opportunity to wear it?
You chuckled to yourself at the realization that you were making excuses to wear it, and slipped it on without further thought, completing the outfit with a pair of matching heeled sandals instead of your usual black leather boots.
As you stepped out onto the deck, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you. Everyone except Heat, who appeared absorbed in reviewing the shopping list over and over again, seemingly unaware of the catcalls and wolf whistles that started to fill the air.
Slightly embarrassed, you hurried over, snatched the berry bag that Killer handed you, and turned to Heat, lifting your chin to meet his gaze, suddenly aware of how tall he was.
"Shall we go?" you asked, eager to disembark as quickly as possible.
The pirate with bluish locks lifted his gaze from the paper and blinked several times before looking you up and down. His face flushed pink, and before he could stammer a word, the shopping list slipped from his hands, falling to the ground right by your feet. Grunting, he bent down to retrieve it, unable to prevent his eyes from flicking a quick glance at the straps of your sandals, admiring how delicately they encircled your ankle bones.
"Uh, y-yes, let's go," he stammered, straightening up and brushing back the hair that had fallen across his face in cascades, his cheeks still tinged with a deep blush.
As he looked back at you, you were already descending the gangplank, teetering slightly in your heels. He slipped a hand into his pocket, discretely counted his allowance, then hurried to catch up with you.
"Behave yourself, Heat!" someone shouted from behind both of you.
*****
The port turned out to be a lively and pleasant place, and Heat, once over the initial shock, seemed more animated than ever. He chatted incessantly, his bright eyes fixed on you, gesturing emphatically with his hands, and constantly making you laugh with his antics.
You moved through the picturesque streets, going from shop to shop, oblivious to how the passersby crossed to the other side of the street at the sight of him.
Your companion was constantly attentive to you, always gallantly holding the door open at every shop and insisting on carrying all the shopping bags himself.
On a couple of occasions, unaccustomed as you were to wearing heels, you stumbled on the shop's entrance step, and Heat caught you mid-air as laughter bubbled between you. The shopkeepers watched with curiosity, puzzled by the unusual pair you made.
Once you had finished all the groceries Killer had instructed, you moved on to the list of personal requests. You giggled together as you read items such as a can of blue paint, nail polishes, a trident sharpener, and a special shampoo that Heat eventually confessed was for himself.
It didn't take long to gather everything, but not wanting to return to the ship so soon, Heat suggested taking a leisurely stroll through the heart of the village to explore.
"Doesn't it bother you? You're loaded down with bags," you asked, concerned as you saw his fingers, white under the handles.
"No, not at all!" he chuckled carelessly.
You walked without haste, chatting more calmly after the earlier excitement of the day.
The village boasted a wide array of peculiar products you had never seen before, and each time you paused to observe them in the windows of closed shops, Heat took the opportunity to admire the reflection on your face, filled with curiosity.
Heat wished the evening would never end, but before you both knew it, the sun descended from the sky, signaling it was time to return to the ship.
Walking side by side and enjoying the tranquility of the streets in comfortable silence, you made your way back.
You could already see the harbor, the masts of the moored ships jutting out in the distance, when your crewmate halted silently, a smile touching his scarred lips.
"Heat?" You stopped next to him, peering at him inquisitively.
Following his gaze, you saw a modest ice cream parlor at the end of the street. It was small, with a limited selection of flavors displayed at the entrance.
He looked at you, a small blush creeping up his cheeks once more.
"Do you want ice cream?"
A radiant smile lit up your face, like that of a little girl.
"YES!"
"Let's go." He patted one of his pockets to double-check his allowance. "I'll treat you."
"Really? No need, Heat, I can—"
"Let me treat you, please."
You beamed at him, somewhat surprised by his sudden generosity.
"Thank you so much!"
As you approached the ice cream flavors display, the vendor greeted you with a friendly gesture, his smile quickly vanishing when he saw your companion coming up behind you.
There weren't many flavors to choose from, but the ones available looked delightful. Your eyes scanned the different options, hesitating over which would be the best.
"Psst, hey miss..." the vendor whispered in a voice only audible to you, watching warily as your companion bent down to eye the mint flavor. "Are you in danger?"
You lifted your gaze and saw the man discreetly gesture toward Heat. Then, you bursted into laughter, amused as you watched your friend smile and point at the creamy, greenish ice cream with chocolate chips.
"Oh, no, no, he's with me."
Once each of you had your ice cream scoops nestled in a waffle cone, you slowly made your way back to the ship.
Since his hands were occupied with the bags, you carried both ice creams, pausing now and then to give him his, bringing it close to his lips while placing your other hand underneath to prevent spills—somehow, the ice cream seemed to melt remarkably fast near him.
This strategy worked the first few times, but eventually, it became impossible to avoid making a mess.
As you brought the cone to his lips, several treacherous drops fell from the corner of his mouth and rolled down to his chin. Without thinking, you swiftly used your thumb to catch them, briefly sliding it along the seam of his scarred lips, feeling the indentations of his scars. He jerked back, involuntarily withdrawing his head with an abrupt movement, surprising both of you.
Immediately, you pulled your hand away, embarrassed for touching him without permission and realizing it was the first time you had touched his scars. How foolish of you; perhaps it hurt him, or perhaps he found it unpleasant for someone else to touch them...
“F-forgive me, I didn’t mean to-” you began, visibly ashamed.
"It’s okay," he cut you off, cursing himself for his own reaction and for scaring you away.
You both continued walking in silence, the only sounds on the street being the rustle of your dress, and the click of your heels against the pavement.
Heat's thoughts were consumed by the gentle brush of your fingers against his scars, the sensation of your touch replaying in his mind over and over again.
"Heat…" you decided to break the silence.
The pirate glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, seeing how you hesitantly held out your waffle cone toward him.
"Do you want to try mine?"
He halted beside you, his fists gripping the handles just a bit too tightly.
"Um... yes."
As he bent down and your hand approached his mouth, his heart started racing. His lower lip trembled as he tasted the sweet flavor you offered him, and his gaze drifted to your fingers, observing how they carefully cradled the ice cream. How had he never noticed before how delicate they were? He studied them, noting the shape of your nails, barely maintained due to your lifestyle, yet still elegant and beautiful.
"Do you like it?" you asked.
He remained lost in your hands, his eyes admiring the smooth, velvety skin of your wrists, so close to his lips that he could almost kiss them…
"Heat! Can you hear me?" you laughed, giving him a friendly tap on the chest to get his attention. "Do you like it?"
"Yes..."
*****
It was already nightfall when you returned to the ship.
After climbing the ship's staircase, you headed to the pantry, which was warmly lit, echoing with the voices of your crewmates from outside.
"Oi!"
“Welcome back!” They greeted you cheerfully.
Heat dropped the heavy bags on the table, grabbed a few bottles of booze, and turned to stow them in a cupboard.
"Well..." Quincy began, glancing sideways at your dress while pretending to inspect the groceries, "how was the date?"
Heat's back muscles tensed, his hands freezing with the bottles held mid-air, as he listened attentively to the conversation behind him.
"The date?” You laughed, grabbing a couple of apples and placing them in the fruit bowl. “I haven't had any dates. I can't remember the last time I had one."
Quincy hummed, her eyes moving from the tense, motionless posture of the tattooed pirate to the vivid color in your cheeks.
"Well, that's a shame... you're gorgeous. And you look especially lovely tonight," she added, raising her voice to make sure everyone could hear.
"Oh, Quincy, stop it! You're going to make me blush even more."
"But you really are!" she pulled you into a hug from the side.
You returned the hug, then focused on organizing the provisions, working in silence while your friends chatted around you.
*******
Back in your cabin, you sat on your bed reflecting on how the day had gone.
It hadn't been bad; you had quite enjoyed yourself.
Surprisingly so, considering it was just a day of shopping.
You lifted your feet to untie the straps of your sandals and rotated your ankles, stiff from the forced position of the heels. Barefoot, you rose from the bed and stretched your arms above your head to reach the zipper that fastened the dress at your back.
Knock, knock, knock.
A soft tapping on your door caught your attention, so faint that you mistook it for the usual creaking of the ship’s wood.
You grumbled, trying to make the zipper budge when the tapping came again, this time with more determination.
Knock, knock, knock.
With your dress half-open, you walked to the door and opened it, revealing the towering figure of Heat standing on the other side.
"Hey, Heat?" You greeted him.
The pirate looked at you in silence, his shyness causing his eyes to drop to the floor, landing on your bare feet. He quickly looked back up, a rosy hue spreading across his cheeks.
"Heat, do you need something?"
"I..." he began with some difficulty, keeping his deep-set eyes fixed on you.
"Heat?"
"I had a great time today," he blurted out.
You smiled.
"I did too."
He ran a hand through the wild, untamed waves of his bluish hair.
"A-and I was wondering if you… well, it's completely understandable if you don't want to. It's fine, really, if your answer is no, but…” He propped his tattooed elbow on the door frame, trying to strike a seductive pose, “would you like to go back to town tonight?"
“Oh no!” you exclaimed, bringing your hands to your face.
He blinked at you, his heart sinking like a dead weight into the depths of the sea.
“No, no, no.” You continued. “Did we forget to buy something from the list? But Heat, the shops are closed now!”
He raised his hands to grip your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down, but let them fall before they made contact.
“No, no, we didn't forget anything,” he assured you.
You looked up at him. "Then?"
"It's just that... I was thinking…” he began to fidget with the laces of his vest, “maybe we could go to town to have… dinner?"
He ended the sentence with a questioning tone, wincing at how awkward he sounded.
"Dinner?” Your face lit up, suddenly realizing how hungry you were. “I could have dinner! When do we leave? Are the others ready?"
Heat couldn’t believe how difficult this was turning out to be.
"The others? No, no, the others wouldn’t be coming."
"...oh," you said awkwardly. "...OH.”
He kept his gaze fixed on you, studying your reaction as it all clicked into place for you.
"... so," you began carefully, wanting to make sure you were understanding correctly. "It would just be you and me? Like—"
"A date, yes," he confirmed, unable to bear the suspense any longer.
"Of course I'll go!" you hurriedly replied, allowing him to recover his heart from the depths. "I'd love to go back to town with you."
His face lit up with the most radiant smile you had ever seen.
“Just..." you remarked as you realized you were barefoot and with the dress halfway off, "...give me a moment to get ready, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded.
The moment you closed the door, Heat punched the air in quiet triumph, a satisfied grin stretching from ear to ear. Then, with an eager bounce in his step, he made his way to the deck, to await you there for the second time that day.
Perhaps, if the evening unfolded well, he might gather the courage to draw near and hold you in his arms…
… and perhaps, if you allowed him, he could show you how deeply he had cherished the feel of your skin against his scars.
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