Pretty When You're Mine

if you're interested in the idea, i'd love to make a request! >:3

bottom/sub! shanks x male reader with watersports (whatever interpretation you like) and/or dacryphilia. maybe w some mixed praise/humiliation directed towards shanks, but winding it up with a little bit of fluffy aftercare?

Sorry this took so long, tbh it was actually hot ass but I had to use my special method of just writing it even if it was trash and then just coming back to fix it later. Ngl first draft was so bad I had to do sm, but it's good to just get the basic outline out so I could do it once I had some motivation. Like oh my god it was so bad, it was physically hurting me but i did it.

Pretty When You're Mine

Shanks x Male Reader. Straight smut with some fluff at the end. It has watersports but nothing insanely crazy (though i don't actually know what's considered crazy.) 2626 words.

Shanks is relaxing, holding his mug while he talks to Yasopp when you walk into the room. Once he spots you his expression immediately brightens. “Baby! You’re not busy anymore?” You walk over to him and he sets down his mug to hug you.

“I finished not too long ago, actually, though shouldn’t you be busy?” You ask and he huffs before smiling with a carefree expression.

“It’s fine~ I’m busy often, let me take a little break, okay?” He looks at you with pleading eyes and you sigh.

“Okay, have fun.” His smile brightens as he grabs his mug and clinks it with Yasopp, in a better mood now that his boyfriend has also approved of his break; even if he technically didn’t need your permission. You sit down and he continues to chat as more crewmates come in to drink, everyone quickly taking this “break” as an excuse to get drunk. Not that your crewmates are boring, but you can only take so much when you’re already tired from working on things the whole day. Your eyes trail to your boyfriend, then down at his ass. Not being shy, you reach out and touch his butt, making him flinch. “Sorry, just an accident.” You stand and hug his side.

“A welcome one~” He winks at you while chuckling, continuing his conversation. You think a bit more, everyone is starting to get rather drunk at this point and your backs are both facing near the wall. It’s a big chance no one would notice anything if you got a bit bold. Your hand creeps from his waist down to his butt, slowly massaging it. Shanks keeps his expression normal but he can’t hide his reactions as well when he’s tipsy.

“You’re already drunk, Captain? Your face is getting flushed.” Hongo points out while you shamelessly continue.

“Haha, maybe my tolerance is getting lower as I age.” He’s trying to make up excuses while feeling your hand pressing against his soft ass.

“Or you drank earlier without us.” Another crewmate says and he bites his lip, panicking slightly when your hand slips under the hem of his pants.

“Hmm~” Shanks disguises a hum of pleasure as one of thinking when your finger teases his entrance through his boxers. “Captain’s privilege getting the first taste.” He shifts in place a bit, gripping his mug tightly as you slip under his boxers to touch him bare. You’ve already trained his body to be responsive to your touch and to keep himself ready. It’s cute, feeling him tense and react even if he’d truly wanted to hang out with friends, only making things worse when you slip a finger inside of him. Shanks lowers his head a bit, gritting his teeth to keep sounds in as your finger moves inside him.

“He did have a lot to drink before you guys got here ” You tell them, covering for your poor boyfriend. “You feeling sick, hun?” Your tone is worried but you’re relentless when you add another finger, if the crew weren’t drunk themselves this would be obvious; though it wouldn’t be surprising if a few more observant ones still caught something being off.

“I-I- nnGh~” He grunts when his tight, wet walls and prostate are teased.

“Geez, already about to vomit then.” They poke fun at him while you take the mug from his hand and set it down. Shanks immediately clings to you and you take your fingers out of him, then pick him up.

“Captain’s retiring for the night then, c’mon.” Shanks hides his face in your shoulder as you speak, not trusting himself not to give it away with his expression. Once you both are at his quarters you set him down, then immediately pin him to the door by the neck. “So cute, did you want everyone to know?”

“s-sorry.” Shanks pants, gulping as your grip tightens around the sides of his throat. His face is flushed, eyes unfocused as he pants. So tame, so weak, so different from everything he shows outside. You put your knee between his thighs and grind up, making him gasp. “Ah~!” He whines as you continue to grind up roughly, your hand staying on his neck while you lean in to give him a soft kiss. Your other hand undoes your pants.

“Open for me.” He opens his mouth and you spit in it before pushing him down on his knees, shoving your dick in his mouth before he could catch his breath. You let it sit in his warm throat, cutting off his air, until tears form in his eyes. Once you finally pull back to let him breathe he struggles a bit to catch his breath. “Good boy.” It’s satisfying to give him a little praise, watching the way he shivers at the name before you walk over to the bed and sit “Come here~” Shanks nods then crawls over to you to rest his head on your lap. Even despite the rough treatment he can barely keep himself still from arousal, squirming a bit with the sight of your bare cock in front of his face. “Feeling needy, yeah?”

“Fuck, yes.” He leans in and kisses the tip of your dick, then parts his lips again so you can play with his tongue, sensitive. He lets out a whine when your thumb presses on it while your pointer finger rubs against the roof of his mouth.

“I know, you loved every second of my touch out here.” You lightly tug on his tongue and he softly moans, pleading with you with his eyes. “Don’t know how you manage to talk when your mouth is always desperate for me.” He’s panting again, your words only serving to egg him on.

“Please..” He needily sticks his tongue out of his open mouth so you can grab your length, slap your tip on it a few times before grabbing his hair and smoothly moving his head down to take it all at once.

“No gagging, like you were made for me.” You brush his hair back so he can look up at you while you move him on your dick down his throat, using the roof of his mouth to stimulate yourself like he’s a fleshlight. Like he’s your fleshlight. When you grind his face down onto your pelvis you see his eyes roll back for a moment from the feeling. You’re starting to get close, but something’s bothering you. ‘I need to piss.’ You think as you continue to move your lover’s head to please yourself. An idea pops into your mind and you pull Shanks’s head off, much to his dismay clear when he looks up at you with a small pout.

“What happened? I like swallowing.” He thinks that’s the issue but you shake your head.

“I have to pee.” You tell him and he’s about to move back to let you get up when you stop him. “You don’t need to move, actually. Stay right there and look pretty.” He flushes slightly, staying where he is but in a better mood from the praise. “Good boy, stick out your tongue, just how I like it.” Shanks processes this then turns bright red with his eyes widening.

“You…” He thinks about it and then takes a shaky breath, a smile forming on his face as his dick twitches. It only takes a second after that for him to follow, opening his mouth with his tongue out while he watches the way you stroke yourself then aim at his face. He’s expectant, his eyes already dark with lust while he waits. The emperor is on his knees as you start to empty your bladder on his scarred face and all over that red hair everyone knows until it’s dripping with urine, stroking your cock while you feel the pressure in your body relax. It’s beautiful seeing him let you do this, to enjoy it. The pleasure that was building in your body while his mouth was on you bursts and you end it with tilting his head up to cum ropes onto his tongue and lips. By the end of it Shanks is shaking, the humiliation of having your boyfriend and subordinate piss on you like you’re a whore arousing him.

“Sexy like this, found a new use for you, yeah?” You close his mouth so he can taste the mixture of cum and urine on his palette. Fuck, this is too much for him, Shanks bends down and whimpers, his eyes rolling back as he spasms and shoots into his now soiled pants. You grab his wet hair and pull him up, already hard again. “Came from that..” He’s out of it. “I’m not done yet, though.” You lift him up onto the bed, pull his pants and boxer up enough, then thrust into him. Your pace is for you, but you’re aiming directly at his prostate despite Shanks just cumming, making his brain overload with pleasure. He can’t speak, his head swimming as he starts to sob with each thrust. “Taking it so well for me, huh, Captain?” Calling him Captain only heightens this situation, being a feared and powerful Captain and Emperor of the sea, yet getting dicked down on the bed like it’s all he’s good for. He’d almost be ashamed, but it’s too good and tears run down his face as he gets close to another climax despite his body not being ready. You realize this and lean down to press against his lower stomach, making him gasp. He drank a lot earlier, and hasn’t gotten the chance to go to the bathroom yet. “Feeling full?” No worries though, you’ll help him as his loving and caring boyfriend. Your hands go to his waist and pull him up onto you, lifting him up with your dick still inside. He lets out a confused noise as you bring him to the bathroom and set him down in front of the toilet, gripping his hips to start fucking into him quickly again.

“Too full, aH~ t-too full..!” Shanks can’t handle, grabbing onto your thigh to try to focus to no avail. He can barely realize what’s happening, you only hear mumbling and moaning repeatedly as you aim his dick at the water while stroking it, your other hand pressing down on his lower stomach again. His bladder presses against his prostate from the inside while pushing your dick harder against the outside, soft walls pressing against your tip and length. Shanks keens and he arches his back with his head on your shoulder, unable to hold it in as piss squirts into the water along with his cum. You’re unrelenting as you fuck into his tight heat while he lets out broken cries, then burying yourself into his tight heat before filling him up with your seed. He’s pulsing around you, milking your cock while he whines and shakes, piss continuing to stream from his dick. Once he’s emptied he goes limp and you catch him before he falls, your boyfriend panting while his head spins from dizziness.

“You alright?” Your demeanor changes once your high is gone, going from a little mean to caring. You even ignore the wetness of his cheek from tears and pee to kiss it lovingly. Shanks brain feels empty though, he can’t even nod yet as he catches his breath. Pulling out, you admire the view of your cum seeping from his hole and hand marks on his hips for a bit before setting him down onto the toilet to rest and let it drip out. “I’ll wash you up so just relax, mkay?” He hums and you turn on the water, rubbing his neck and hips where you gripped earlier while the water warms up. Once it's ready you set him on a stool in the shower and start to clean him gently, feeling him lean into whatever touch you give. You’re washing his hair off when you speak. “Your hair is so pretty, like the rest of you.”

“You pissed on it so I don’t know how ‘pretty’ it is to you.” He’s regained more of his senses as you start to clean his body.

“I think you’re more beautiful than before actually.” This makes him chuckle a little.

“Marked your territory on me, my pretty little head is for you without claiming it, don’t have to worry.” He winks and laughs at his own joke, but starts to cough from a sore throat while you pat his back.

“Want me to get you some water?” You ask him after rinsing shampoo from his hair. Shanks hums in thought then shakes his head.

“Get it after, the steam can help my throat just fine for now.” He puts his hand on his chest and looks up at you with a sad expression. “Unless you want to leave? Use me how you like like i’m a toy then leave me to fend for myself…” He looks away dramatically, wiping a tear that isn’t there.

“You’re never a toy to me, no matter what I do when we’re having sex.” You state with a determined tone, making him flush a bit.

“Just a joke..” He mumbles as you smooch him, then undress to get in the shower yourself. Your boyfriend whistles “Hello, handsome~”

“You’re not seeing anything new, even if I was clothed before.”

“I enjoy the view no matter how many times I get it.” Well that makes two of you, letting Shanks admire your body as you clean yourself off. Once you’re done you run a bath and dip your boyfriend inside, letting his muscles relax while you can go change the sheets. “Nooooo…” He grabs your wrist.

“I’m not gonna be gone forever, do you want to sleep on dirty sheets?” You have a point, but he doesn’t like it, letting you go and looking at you like an abandoned puppy. “I’ll be back soon you big baby.”

“Promise?”

“Shanks I’m gonna be right here, you’re acting like I’m leaving the ship when your bathroom is connected to your quarters.” He stares at you until you sigh. “Yes I promise.” That satisfies him and he beams at you, now you can go change the sheets. Dirty, but thankfully nothing seeped into the mattress itself. Kind of a last minute decision to do watersports, next time you’ll set something down. Once you’re done you go back to the bathroom to find Shanks leaning back while splashing softly at the water to entertain himself.

“You’re finally bac-” You smooch him to shut him up, then drain the bath and dry him off before wrapping him in a towel burrito style to carry him off to bed while he hums in delight from the nice treatment. You’re both too lazy to dress so it’s decided you'll both sleep naked, it’s comfortable anyway having your skin touching. Even if Shanks was the one getting railed you’re also a bit tuckered out, closing your eyes to let your body relax. Before you can fall asleep you feel shuffling from next to you, Shanks cuddles into your side, cute. You pull him close, cuddling back and kissing his forehead.

“Goodnight.” You say softly, but don’t get a response. You look at his face and realize he’s already fast asleep. Well, that’s enough of a good night for you and your eyes close.

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The crew loots a pirate ship from enemy pirates, finding barrels of alcohol. There’s excitement at first but when the Shanks tastes it, captain privilege, he makes a face. “Not good?” Beckman asks.

“Cheap, makes sense considering how weak they were, just tastes like piss.” His gaze trails to you with a sparkle in his eye, he’s hilarious.

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this is my first time writing watersports/dacriphilia so be nice i tried my best./hj now i just need to do the same thing with the other one...