#eustass kid is also a flirt

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Synopsis: You have a type, one that has been forcefully revealed by your crewmen's incessant nagging. After being ordered to return to your workshop to receive further instruction, you become fully aware of why you have been hidden away from meeting with the captain of the Victoria Punk. He was exactly your type.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Eustass Kid. It was meant to be a one-shot, but it quickly got out of hand very fast. Looks like a two or three parter. afab!reader - but can be read as gn.

Themes: senseless flirting, mature themes, NSFW language, choking, vulgarity, promiscuity, shamelessness, heart-pirate!reader x captain!Eustass Kid, this reader is a perpetual and shameless flirt, heart pirates x reader, partial zoro x reader, platonic law x reader.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @since-im-already-here

Song Suggestion: It's Cuffing Season - Dj Rehan, JW Velly

Within the rotund chasm of the crew dining quarters rung a loud and rambunctious melody. The sway of your hips and the lyrics falling from your smiling lips alongside Shachi and Penguin had the mood of the hour joyful and merry. The speakers ignited with the crackle of the powerful ballad screaming over the powered mounted system bordering the ceiling. You swayed your body with Ikkaku’s, your lips relaying the lyrics to the rambunctious melody with a suggestive smile, a smile mirrored by her own elevating to her lips.

These were the cool-down hours: where the Heart-Pirate crew were able to complete tasks they had set aside, or wind down after a hard day's work of following Captain Law’s orders aboard the Polar Tang. Despite his tired and lackluster expression constantly painted across his exhausted face, your captain, Trafalgar D Water-Law, encouraged his entire crew to engage in some lesser restraint as they quiet down before the changeover in shift. 

Law was yet to join in on the celebrations, opting to remain behind in his office for reasons you were yet to become privy to. Although he never allowed himself to truly let go and sway his hips, cry tactless lyrics into the air; he truly enjoyed witnessing the crew join together like this. There were only a few songs he would ever mutter the lyrics along to, most of which were harder in musicality, angst-driven in their choruses, and distorted in tonality. Yet, he would always have a soft smile elevated on his lips when the few of you would gyrate, sway, sing and scream alongside the music over the speakers. 

As Shachi drew a stainless steel whisk up to his lips and began to shout the lyrics into the crossed tip, the music cut out from its place within the electrical power system. In its stead, Captain Trafalgar Law’s voice dictated a few short and curt orders. 

“All hands above deck. Repeat, all hands to the deck. Prepare the Polar Tang to be boarded for a Nakama encounter,” you snapped to the direction of the speaker, Ikkaku’s dancing movements halting beside yours as you listened for further instruction over the system. As no further orders fell from the mechanical mesh, you readjusted your fallen zipper of your white, boiler jumpsuit and spring into action.

“Ohh, a crew boarding? I hope it’s the Straw-Hats! I want to see that little reindeer again,” Bepo noted politely, the thump of his heavy feet stomping along the iron floor beside your smaller steps almost comical. 

“Oh, the crew with the green-haired swordsman coming aboard again?” You asked him, brow quirking and smirk rising at the corner of your lips. Ikkaku laughed at your comment, clapping you on the shoulder and walking with Shachi and Penguin in tow behind you. 

“The one that was almost your type?” Ikkaku’s smile quirked up at Shachi’s question, his arm hooking over your neck as he spoke down into your ear. 

“But not quite, remember?” You giggled at him, playfully extending the sharp secondary knuckle of your index finger into his ribcage, his breath huffing out a hasty exhale at the jolt. Ikkaku and Penguin laughed at Shachi’s wince of pain, his laughter also rising with his crewmates’ and your own. 

Amongst the Heart-Pirates, the crew were not unaccustomed to your unrestrained flirting with them. From your close proximity, to the brush of your fingertips, to a warm embrace offered from your arms, to you lounging against them in the quiet hours. But most of all, your vulgar and unwithheld language going far enough to make the most hardened members of the Heart-Pirates’ cheeks tint crimson. 

It was a game to you, keeping things lively and interesting aboard your ship as you served alongside them as Law’s chief tinkerer. Nothing ever came of the suggestive conversations and provocative language you offered aside from a friendly kiss, alongside the words, “Sorry, love. You’re not my type.” 

As your feet met with the grated bars of the steel steps leading to the deck, Law’s voice cut over the speakers once more to address the crew.

“All hands to the deck, aside from my tinkerer. Go to your workshop and await further instruction,” the distorted crack of his voice did very little to mask the disdain in his voice. There was something bothering your captain - such a bother depicted in his bored and aloof tone. The harbor which anchored such a dirge-like expression which you had very little explanation for. That was, until, the snickering beside you hissed through the smiling teeth of the three human crew members beside you. 

“What’s so funny?” you spat, shimmying from the crook of Shachi’s arm and facing the four of them with your hands on your hips. 

“Oh, nothing,” Ikkaku giggled before sucking her lips into her mouth to stifle more of her laughter from freely falling from between them. You glanced between the other three, all raising their hands in defense to your pointed gaze. 

“Alright, keep your damn secrets to yourselves,” you scoffed, turning your nose up in the air at them before snuggling into Bepo, who eagerly returned your brief embrace, “I’ll see you after the Nakama meet up, I suppose.” They bid their farewells to you, snickering and giggling as they exited the iron hatch of the Polar Tang to rise above decks. 

After sculking the halls down the long and lonely corridors to your office, you were shocked at the sight greeting you upon opening the large door. Although he depicted further instruction was awaiting you, you were anticipating private instruction to be carried through your personal Den-Den-Mushi rather than meeting with your Captain himself. 

Captain Law was sitting at your desk, his ankles hooked on top of your workbench with his hands laced behind his head, cradling his neck. He lazily glanced through the corner of his eyes at you before slowly unlacing his ankles and rising to his feet. His fingertips clasped his impressive sword, the smoothness of his scabbard reflected in the dim light of your office. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Cap? Shouldn’t you be-?” you began, your words halted immediately by Law’s response.

“-Cut the shit, Tink,” your titled nickname falling in lieu of your real name or formal title from Law’s lips. You relaxed your shoulder against the doorframe, folding your arms across your chest while pursing your lips. You tapped your index finger on your bicep while you awaited further direction from the man in front of you. 

With an exasperated sigh, he elevated his slender, tattooed, fingers to his brow and pinched the center between his index and thumb. He huffed a final growl before he bore his honeyed eyes into your awaiting features. 

“It seems I will be unable to keep you distracted for the entire time they’ll be here this time,” he muttered to himself in a voice almost impossible for you to catch. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to question him further. He halted your words by removing his fingers from his brow to face his palm out to you.

“I am going to say this one time, and one time only,” he continued to hold his intense and stern gaze into your eyes, “Don’t.” 

“‘Don’t’ what, Law? What are you talking about-?” you began, halted again by Law’s dictation once again.

“-Just...” Law turned his face slightly away from you, “...-Just don’t, okay? I know you, I know what you’re like, and I’m just letting you know now, and know once. Don’t.”

You were unable to form an adequate response before he stormed out of your workshop and wordlessly gestured for you to follow behind him above deck with his index finger, a hooked motion calling to you. Your captain’s words swirled in your head, your eyes locking on to his neck and tracing his skin with your inquisitive gaze. 

-

Your relationship with your captain was as close a friendship as you could ever muster with such a person. He sought out your skills as a tinkerer, your reputation preceding you when you demonstrated your skilled hands to him. You both bonded over unique collections, his coins and comics, your rocks and pinned insect and arachnid display. Both having a unique place to relay information about your special and unique interests with one another was sacred, and so incredibly special to the both of you.

Where Law and you differed was in how you chose to display your humors: Law holding his hand close to his chest before he truly displays how unhinged his humor was with dark commentary, whereas you were a perpetual flirt with provocative language and sultry advances. You both held each other in a professional standing, before your words took a turn for requited flirtation. Law would reciprocate your vulgarity, and you would mirror back that darkness he expressed, if ever your conversations became flirtatious and humorous with him. 

And that is where, like the others, you ended the flirtatious rapport with a simple utterance of: “Forgive me, Cap. You’re not my type,” which threw the captain and crew into an uproar of outrageous laughter. Speculating on what exactly your type was, you finally gave into their incessant interrogation after being offered your fifth drink for the evening from the hands of Shachi. 

“Fine,” you spat, your arm swaying as you handled your filled pint, “I like them big. And I truly mean big. Like, throw me over the shoulder big. Like, ‘will it fit’ big. Especially if they’ve got that feral twinkle in their eyes that looks at you like they’d want to kill you,” you confessed, your voice swooning at the thought. After taking a heaping gulp from your drink, you added, “You’re all very beautiful, handsome, and spectacular. But, I just need someone who looks like they could lovingly and desperately break me in half. Bonus points if they’re good with machines, so we can bond.”

After coming down from your whimsical confession, you glanced at the crew. Bepo’s ears were covered by both Shachi and Penguin’s hands - all three of their jaws comically slackened. Law’s teeth were clenched in an awkward, cringe-like, straightened smile with lazy, half-hooded eyes. Ikkaku’s cheeks were tinted red with the elevated hue of rushed blood, her lips broken into a wide grin with her eyes twinkling at the confession. 

All of these things were true. You were a person of refined taste, a taste which seemed scarce to come by with the crew you had found yourself working beside. There was Jean Bart, but he was not overly interested in tending to a relationship with you. There was Uni, but your interests fell short when he only depicted gentleness and kindness towards you in lieu of your craving for something more brutal. 

Both men remained high spirited and friendly with you despite your attempt at a fling with them falling through. You needed something more. Something more unhinged. Something a little unpredictable, feral and dangerous. 

-

As Law led you above deck, the voice of Jean Bart called for all crew to fall in line to welcome the Nakama crew above deck. Without looking up, you hastily drew yourself between Penguin and Ikkaku, Shachi on the other side of Penguin and Bepo beside Ikkaku as you all stood alert with your arms by your sides.

“At ease, Heart-Pirates,” Law commanded, shooting you one more pointed and narrow-eyed look before turning back to speak with the foreign captains and their crews. It seemed two crews had joined the deck of the Polar Tang: The Straw-Hat Pirates alongside another crew you did not recognise. You quickly examined the First-Mate of the Straw-Hat crew, who met your eyes with a small smirk before returning back to fix his gaze on his captain alongside his crew. 

Zoro was almost your type. A night you shared with one another, being evidence enough to your crew, that you had nearly found someone you deemed feral and hulking enough to share in your company. When your lips met his: his actions were closer to timid and gentle as they joined with yours. The fires of passion were there, the small amount of danger also present, but he was still not your type. He was handsome, sure enough. He was aggressive, absolutely. He reciprocated your flirtations with a small elevation of flush tinting his cheeks a warm hue of pink, which you found endearing. 

The night concluded with a few deepened kisses, roaming touches from your hands holding each other firmly beneath the stars aboard the Sunny. However, nothing further ever came between the two of you. After that night, the you both remained quite good friends and shared in each other's company, with unhinged and illicit conversation, each time Law met with his captain. He kept pace with you when you drank, spurting dark vulgarity subtly into your ear at the dining table when your crews met; but it was all in good humor and never truly to initiate anything rising further between you. 

A small pull at the corner of your sleeve from Ikkaku broke you away from your reminiscing, your face turning to look at her with your brows knitting in confusion. Her lips were sucked into her mouth, her eyes wide in excitement as she bore her gaze directly ahead. 

“What’s wrong with you?” your hushed whisper growled at her. She removed her grip on your sleeve and raised her hand to your chin, turning your head without pulling her eyes away from their fixed point in front of her. 

“This is who the Captain was keeping from you. Ever wonder why he’d been working you so hard when we meet up with certain crews? He’s why,” she muttered, her lips still sucked within her lips to stifle her rising joy. You allowed her to turn your jaw ahead, your eyes meeting with a hulking figure of a man with fiery red hair. 

Your jaw fell slack before your lips pulled up into a broad smile as your eyes fixed themselves on him. He was intimidating, he was hulking, and he was big. Your eyes shamelessly raked themselves over his body, halting on his calves, his thighs, his ass, his arm, his metal arm, his broad chest, his grimace, his makeup, his blaster goggles hoisting his untamed locks away from his face-. 

-You hastily drew your eyes back to his left arm, metal in make and incredibly large. It looked heavy, intricate, and mechanical. Your interest deepened at each sway of his arms, flex of his muscles and wind of cogs and bolts within his intricate piece attached to his severed limb. Starstruck, captivated, and interest immediately peaked; you continued to rake your eyes over this foreign man aboard the Polar Tang. 

“O-Oh? Oh m-my-...” you couldn’t find the words to form a cohesive string of sentences, your eyes fixed on his arm as you studied it. His mechanical fingertips were clenching, his grimace splitting his scarred face, and his hair bobbing beneath blaster goggles each time he opened his mouth to speak. 

“I know, right? Law has been trying so desperately to keep you from meeting him,” Ikkaku added, prompting you to hum deeply in interest with your tongue darting out to dampen your bottom lip. 

“That’s your type, then?” Penguin and Shachi uttered in unison, their downturned smiles through gritted teeth cringing through the question. 

“That’s-,” you took a moment to collect your thoughts, swallowing a lump of dry saliva within your mouth, ”-Exactly, my type,” you gasped, nodding as you spoke aloud. 

“And this is why each time we see the Victoria Punk, we have to keep you below deck and distracted,” Ikkaku managed to stutter out through her giggles. You quickly snapped your eyes back to her, your gaze narrowed and accusatory.

“We’ve had him,” you snapped your eyes away from the hulking gentleman to stare at Ikkaku, “On the Polar Tang more than once?” You snapped your eyes from Ikkaku to turn to Penguin on your other side, “And you managed to keep me distracted?” you uttered through gritted teeth. Ikkaku shrugged her shoulders, puffing out her cheeks to halt an uproar of laughter from falling from her lips. 

“Captain’s orders,” Shachi confirmed with a curt nod, stooping out from falling in line to meet his spectacle-covered eyes with yours, “He knows what you’re like, and how you’d react.” He stepped back in line and grunted out a soft cough to clear his throat. 

You turned your eyes back to the redhead, quickly looking over his hulking crew before hardening your resolve and humming deeply. 

“I am-...” you began, raking your eyes back over his body again, “...-I am going to climb him like a tree.” 

Snickers began to fall through the nose of Ikkaku, a small giggle elevating in Penguin’s chest, a huff of air snorting through Shachi’s nose.

“I gotta know what that hand does,” you confessed, your eyes full of wonderment and your tone full of longing desire, “What it feels like. Is it smooth? Does it have different settings? Is it cold? Can he control the pressure? I have to know, for science. I want him-...” you trailed off before dreamily adding: “...-To choke me.” 

More laughter and teeters from your friends around you threatened to break through the seal of their clenched lips, Penguin raising his palm to halt his laughter. 

“Look at his eyes. He’s got so much pent up hate in that twinkle,” you continued, a whimsical sigh exiting your lips, “I hope he’s the type that scowls into your face while he fucks you hard. Or maybe he’s the type to bend you over a desk while he frantically rams himself into you.” 

Ikkaku’s higher pitched whimpered laughter almost broke through her lips, elevating both her hands to clench over the bottom half of her face to stifle her laughter. Penguin was not faring much better, his teeters boiling close to breaking point. Shachi pulled his hat over his eyes in an effort to hide his blush.

“I wonder if all of him is as big, hard and angry as the rest of him,” you hummed, deep in thought. A choked snort threatened to break through Shachi’s nose, Ikkaku held her breath while Penguin cringed behind his palm. 

Zoro immediately drew his eye away from his captain and examined the five of you all huddled together in a line. He focussed on your lips moving, reading the unhinged commentary you were entertaining your crewmen with: noticing your gaze was fixed on Eustass Kid. His smirk immediately broke up his lips, his eyes closing as he huffed out a subtle laugh he disguised with a cough. 

“And the scars. Are they sensitive? I wonder if he’d writhe when I lick them,” you spoke with wonderment, “How far do they go down? Is it just his face, neck, arm, and chest - or do they go all the way down his body? I would happily lick, kiss and suck my way down while mapping his flesh beneath my lips. Oooh, I wonder if he’s ticklish.” 

Zoro’s gaze was now fully fixed on your lips, relaying every word of your hushed conversation lowly to Nami standing beside him. She began holding in her own laughter, choking back stifled whimpers while hearing the repetition of your vulgarity from the first-mate beside her. Nami was also a crewmate you enjoyed spending time with when the Nakama meetings drew the Straw-Hats and Heart-Pirate crews together, appreciating how effortlessly you relayed your desires and flirtations to your crewmen. 

“And his face paint. Does it smear when it's coated in sweat and saliva? His face looks like a comfortable place to sit,” you raked your eyes over his face, focussing on his grimacing lips, “He looks like he’d be an aggressive kisser. I wonder if he bites when he eats pu-.”

That was the comment that broke the seal, the three companions by your side finally breaking into an uproar of laughter. The three crews and their captains snapped their attention over to you. You held a look of absolute innocence, your eyes finally meeting with the intimidating presence of the feral, redheaded captain. 

His intense rage directed at you had you swooning, your knees buckling and your breath sighing at him. Heat flushed your cheeks the longer your eyes were locked with his. The flutter of your heartbeat and deep sigh departing from your lips perplexed him, depicted by the rage-riddled confusion knitting his brows together deeper.

Without warning with a few quick strides, your captain strutted over to your position among your crewmates.

“Tinkerer,” he spat, your body doing little to hide your longing as you desperately attempted to look behind Trafalgar Law to return your gaze to the Nakama behind you, “I said don’t.” 

“Sorry, sir,” you apologized sincerely, snapping your eyes up to his intense gaze,and assuming a more formal position. Your hands were clasped behind your back, your chin elevated in the air and your expression hardened and practiced.

“I just-...” he growled, his eyes clamping shut tightly before reopening, “...It was a suggestion, Tink. Not an order.” He straightened his posture, swirling his neck to relieve it of tension, “At ease, but keep it quiet. Alright?”

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled, relaxing in your stature and beaming a brilliant smile up at him with a shrug, “I am going to test out how loud I can make him roar my name while he fills me full of his hot, sticky cu-.”

“-TINK!” Law scolded you with an exasperated growl, the remainder of the Heart-Pirates bursting into a large, unbridled gaggle of laughter. 

Far enough away to not hear the conversation Law was holding with you, Zoro’s smirk cut his face wider at Law’s roar. A low, rumbled chuckle shook Zoro’s shoulders, alerting Luffy and Eustass Kid of his amusement. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Kid’s voice cracked through the air, causing Zoro’s chuckle to halt but his amusement remained. 

“Go ask Cap’n Law’s crew,” Zoro suggested nonchalantly with a shrug. Luffy quirked his head to the side, his wide eyes holding mild curiosity. Nami clapped her hands over her lips and shook her head, while Robin’s knowing smile drew itself up to decorate her face with her humor. 

“Why would I do that?” Kid growled, turning his intense auburn eyes back to the scene befaling Law and his crew. Law turned back to the two captains, a rise of a pink hue dusting his cheeks as he fixed his hat atop his head. 

Behind the tattooed captain, you stood with your brow raised and following your captain’s retreat. He examined you briefly, noting you were holding a hushed conversation with your crewmates behind your captain’s back that had a blush rise to their cheeks, lips curling up into broad smiles, and shoulders quaking in laughter. You were confident, that much was sure. 

As Kid met his eyes with yours, he saw your cocky smirk and half-lidded eyes glancing at him with a beckoning taunt. He watched as you shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, pausing on a few key areas and your lips moving with a smile as you spoke. 

Kid immediately rose to your challenge, striding immediately over with haste and brushing his shoulder heavily past Law’s - who was too late to halt the meeting of an impossible force colliding with an immovable object. Law held out his arm in warning, an action falling short as the hulking figure covered your body in the shroud of his shadow. His presence sucked the very breath from your body, his intense, piercing gaze burned you as you gazed into them. Lips curling back into a snarl, he scrunched his nose alongside his brows. 

“The fuck are you all laughing at?” He roared, his hard gaze stealing the air from within your lungs. He was even more spectacular at his closer proximity, holding you briefly starstruck under his dangerous aura. 

“Aww, nothing to say? Something clamping down on your tongue to keep it from moving?” he grimaced his lips up into a cruel snarl. At his taunt, your brief awestruck expression was replaced with a channel for your vulgarity.

“Why, are you offering?” You bite back, your eyes dark with their challenge, “I bet you have an array of things you could use to keep my tongue occupied.” His eyes widened, his grimace falling a little at your words.

“Come again?” He asked, hunching over to draw his face close to yours. He bore his teeth at you, his shock written all over his face. 

“I hope so, Sir,” you smile dreamily up at him, “As many times as you can handle it.” 

Your crewmen beside you sucked in whimpered breaths, hoping and praying the larger man at least found humor in your comments if not anything else. You continued to hold your half-lidded eyes, glazed over with unwithheld lust and need meeting with his wide eyes, pupils shrunk small and expression angry.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he spat, his brows creasing in the middle of his forehead as his scowl returned, “I should gag, choke and flog you for that.”

“And I would say ‘thank you’, Sir,” you hummed in affirmation, stepping your body closer to his towering form. Reactionary, he stepped further towards you, completely ignoring your crewmates beside you witnessing your interaction. You could feel the waves of tension elevating and igniting fury beneath his hulking form. 

“If this is your way of pissing me off,” he snarled, the rumble of his voice echoing within his chest shot a delightful shiver to your spine, “Believe me, it’s fuckin’ working, Sunshine.” 

Your heart swelled at his bestowment of such a sweet title onto you, your comrades in arms staring at you in horror as you swooned. Shachi and Penguin were rapidly shaking their heads from side to side in an attempt to warn you to cease your shameless advance of the foreign captain. Ikkaku stifled a smaller gasped whimper, while Bepo covered his ears. 

“So violent,” your voice shuddered in delight with an airy breathiness, “Don’t threaten me with a good time unless you intend on seeing it through, Sir.” 

Eustass Kid was stunned.

He had not received such provocative and forthcoming flirtation in this way before, and he truly had no idea if your crude words were just a depiction of your humor to entertain yourself, or if you truly meant what you were saying. If your expressions were just an act to draw a laugh from your crewmen, he no longer wanted to take part in engaging with you in this way. However, if you were truly interested in him - your shameless and tasteless salaciousness was indeed igniting something within the tinkerer-captain.

“You don’t even know who I am, Sunshine,” he informed you, drawing up his mechanical left hand and threatening to cage your neck within its cool, steely grip.

“Then educate me on the name I’ll be blissfully crying praises for, Sir,” you groaned, leaning your neck against the index finger of the mechanical contraption. 

“You got a lot of nerve to be talking shit about me in front everyone,” he pressed the heel of his metallic palm further into your flesh and curled the digits around your throat, “I’m not a fan of being the butt of some fucked up joke.”

“They’re not laughing at you, Sir. It’s ridicule at my expense,” you confessed, groaning at the feeling of cool metal pressing dangerously hard against your jugular, “They’re laughing at how much I want you, which I do. I really do, if you’re up to the task.” 

Kid’s breath was now taking its turn in being stolen from his lungs, your confession weighing as heavy on his heart as his mechanical arm was on his shoulder. He took a moment to process the words falling freely from your lips before he calculated an appropriate response. 

“The fuck did you just say-...?” Kid asked you quietly, his arm faltering its grip around your neck while his balled fist clenched tighter to stifle his rising anger. 

“You heard me,” you taunted him further, not tearing your eyes from his for even a moment. Your smile never faltered, your eyes displaying their unbridled lust and craving for him within your blackened pupils, “You don’t seem like the kind of guy that needs to be told twice.” 

“And what kind of guy do I look like to you?” he spat at you, wringing your neck between his steel fingers.

“A big one,” you gasped a whimpering moan, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt every movement offered by the mechanical contraption. You would adore taking the time to study such a beautiful object in your workshop, but for now; your curiosity was satisfied by the feeling of the hulking larger man caging you beneath its cool grasp.

“You want me to show you how big I really am, Sunshine?” his face split into a broad grin, his brow creasing in the center to deepen his sinister expression, “At least you already know how to call me ‘Sir’.” 

Before you could utter another word, Law pulled the captain’s attention away from you with a grasp of his hand on his right forearm. Before he could squeeze his metal fingers around your neck further, he drew them away from your flesh as Captain Law interrupted your building tension.

“Captain Kid,” his stern voice cut through the air, the redhead’s eyes snapped over to meet with the yellow irises of your captain, “I apologize for my tinkerer’s obscenity. They know better,” he shot you a pointed look, one you returned with a stubborn huff of breath. “Tink, I warned you. You’re dismissed. Workshop, now.” 

“Aye-aye, Captain,” you spat, your heels clicking together as you saluted him with your index and middle finger. You marched yourself below decks, mentally scolding yourself on your shamelessness in front of someone who was finally your type. 

As the door closed behind you, Law released a breath he didn’t know he was withholding. As he opened his mouth to speak, Kid spoke over him.

“Did you say tinkerer, Traffy?” his eyes were still fixed on the door you just exited through, his voice almost soft in curiosity.

“That I did,” Law confessed with a huffed breath, “Let’s get back to our meeting so we can get this bullshit over with, yeah?” 

“Yeah…” Kid exhaled, turning back to meet his gaze with Luffy and his own crew. He spared one more glance over his shoulder towards the lower deck door of the Polar Tang. Curiosity had you plaguing his thoughts, swirling within every crevice of his mind as he attempted to engage in the fruitless Nakama meeting with the Heart, Kid and Straw-Hat pirate captains. 

Pausing just before joining up with Luffy, Kid turned once more to Law and grunted out a small cough. Law lazily turned his face over to him, angling his chin upwards to stare at the larger man. Kid’s cheeks dusted with a small tint of pink, elevating his right hand and pressing it against his lips while grunting through his next choice words. 

“They single?”

Law groaned, throwing his head back as he and Kid rejoined themselves next to Luffy to discuss the next aspect of their meeting: no words finding anchor within the Straw-Hat captain’s mind, as he was too busy contemplating when the next meal was to be presented. Will Sanji cook it? Will Kid’s crew, or Law’s provide it? Will it include meat? He hoped it would.

Part 2

[grandlinedreams]

your writing is incredibleee, i just stalked your blog 🥺💕 but i didn't see hardly anything for my beautiful best boy, THEREFORE, i'd like to make a request please :)

how would the monster trio/eustass kid/law show their s/o that they love him OR how do they confess ? whichever one interests you more 😁 thank you !!

wlkajdflkj thank-you so much!! but yeah, it's still p new, i've only had this for about a week now!! but absolutely I can do that!!

[Heads up!: mention of animal death in Kid's]

Luffy ㅡ His love language is all over the place, much like him. But he loves very deeply and intensely ㅡ he's not one to half-ass anything when it comes to his crew, and especially not you.

"Here!" Luffy's voice is coupled with a cupcake being shoved into your line of vision and you reach up to take it, inspecting it. It's a little worse for wear than it undoubtedly started, the frosting lopsided and the wrapper peeling off ㅡ but when you look up, Luffy is beaming. "Sanji made cupcakes so I saved one for you!"

Luffy's love for food is unparalleled, so the idea of him having thought of you and saved food for you makes your heart stutter in your chest. Still, you tear the cupcake in half carefully, offering him the bigger half. "Want to share with me?"

Luffy's grin is brighter than the sun, and you've never loved anything more than you do him at that exact moment. "Sure!"

ㅡ

Zoro ㅡ "Love" in the romantic connotation is something that's still fairly new in his wheelhouse, so you have to take the way he talks to you with a grain of salt. That being said, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you, because he does.

"Hey." You look up as his shadow falls over you, finding the swordsman staring at you with an unreadable look. "Thought you said you were gonna nap with me."

"I was, but I didn't want to disturb you," you say and he frowns before he reaches for your hand, tugging you to your feet to follow behind him. "Zoro? I didn't mean toㅡ"

"You didn't do anything wrong." He lets go of you in favor of settling in one of his usual napping spots, staring up at you expectantly until you join him. Instead of laying his head in your lap, he adjusts until your head is on his chest and his hand is in your hair, stroking lazily. "Just sleep better when you're around, that's all."

ㅡ

Sanji ㅡ At first glance, Sanji loves loudly and he loves freely. He's a flirt, everyone knows that when he can't resist giving love-struck looks to anyone who tickles his fancy.

But when he truly loves, he loves quietly and fiercely.

"You don't have to help with the dishes," he argues as you dunk your hands into the soapy water, frowning when you pretend not to hear him.

"I want to," you say after a moment. "It gets done faster if we both do it, and I don't mind if it means we get to spend time together."

Sanji stares for a long moment before his expression softens, and he moves to stand next to you. You wash and he dries, working in gentle harmony.

ㅡ

Law ㅡ love is not something that comes easy for him. He feels it but does his best not to, telling himself that if he lets things go too far, he's setting himself up for heartbreak and to lose things all over again.

But it's hard to tell himself that when you're sleeping so soundly next to him. Vulnerable in very sense of the term, trusting him to keep you safe. He monitors the tempo of your breathing when he can't sleep, counts your eyelashes, commits every feature to memory.

You curl into him when he moves closer, and his lips press to your forehead. He closes his eyes, making a silent vow that no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe. He can't lose you.

ㅡ

Kid ㅡ like Zoro, love in the romantic intention is new to him and he's a little rougher with it than expectation dictates. He's loud and he's volatile, but he's also fierce in his devotion.

"What are you crying about? Wasn't even yours." He doesn't understand why you're so upset about stumbling upon a dead cat ㅡ but he doesn't laugh or mock you, either.

Instead he lets you feel as you need to, hand encompassing your back to press you into him for comfort. When you're done, he speaks.

"...we can bury it if it makes you feel better." He follows it with a rough threat about what he'll do if you speak a word of this to any of the others on the Victoria Punk, but it's him who places a little flower ring on the cross you make for the cat's grave.

[hirsheyskisses]

OP Boys: Special Hugs (03)

Kid & Killer

(Short Scenarios)

WARNING: Kidd's part gets a lil NSFW. no need done, but suggestive.

Eustass "Captain" Kid.

♥︎ let's get one thing straight

♥︎ he doesn't do "hugs"

♥︎ no see he does this really creepy staring thing from a distance. He practically SENSES when you're in the room with him, and he turns his head and stares.

♥︎ he thinks he's subtle but he's really not

♥︎ what, you broke a knife? Here, have 20 more he made himself for this exact occasion. Why are you looking at him so weird? YOUR OLD KNIVES WERE TRASH ANYWAYS HIS ARE BETTER >:(

♥︎ also, weirdly specific way of flirting with insults that are actually compliments

♥︎ yeah, that energy.

♥︎ but fate leads to the weirdest shit, so..

"....a fucking sea-stone box."

"I tried to tell ya, Cap'n.."

Taking a look at your situation, there was no avoiding it. Your Captain just didn't listen to reason, it wasn't in his blood. Now, you were cramped against his chest in a tiny, sea stone box, that was only ever intended to hold him.

Not an extra human.

"Quit your damn squirmin." Kid grunted, flesh arm wrapping around you. It was pitch black, so neither of you knew where body parts were until you felt them out. "Tryna give you more room.." you muttered. Currently, you were awkwardly pressed against him: head just above his, hands on his shoulders, and legs resting on his. "No, you're tryna shove your tits into my face."

You could almost see the smirk with his words, "If I wanted my tits in your face, they'd be there! Now hush and let me move," you slowly twisted your body, hand grabbing his thigh for balance. His hand danced up your waist, half helping you turn your back to him.

"If I do this, you'll have more leg room." Which is something you figured he desperately needed, being damn near 6'5 and built like a tank, yet again, cramped in a tiny box that was sucking his energy.

"Mhm.. yeah. Yer gropin' my thigh, sweetie. 'S much as I love the energy, a box ain't the place we're gonna do this." You tightened your grip, chuckling out of pure annoyance: this absolute and utter piece of work-

"...Captain, for the love of all that's holy, shut the fuck up- please."

"So polite." He snickered, his lips now right next to your ear.

You successfully had your back against his chest now, knees brought up to your own, and dropped your head on them. You could hear Kid chuckling softly, his arm wrapping around your middle.

"The hell are you doing?" "Mmmmmmm...." He groaned in your ear.

Heat rushed up to your face. "What the hell?!" "Ya smell good." "Yeah well you smell like fuckin sweat so-"

He drew you closer, dropping his head ontop of yours, "when we get out of here.. so will you."

Long story short, if Kid had known what it'd take to get you so flustered and in his arms was to put you both in a cramped space.. well, let's just say this isn't the last time.

"Massacre Solider" Killer

• it takes a lot for Killer to get touchy Feely.

• Contrare to his captain's kinda horny love, his is, way more subtle. (Mostly because, thanks to the mask, you can't see him watching you.)

• when he decides he wants to try himself with you, he starts popping up. Everywhere.

• You're genuinely surprised he hasn't popped up while you're showering at this point

• however, Killer does have a weakness, being from the south blue. And that's the cold.

• see, you're from the north blue. You're used to it.. and so..

"...you're bundled up-"

"And youre.. not."

You quirked a brow, eyeing your Vice Captain. He was currently dressed in three of the puffiest jackets you'd ever laid eyes on, an ear flap hat over his mask, gloves, and the fuzziest pants ever. Meanwhile, you were dressed in a simple jacket, boots, regular jeans, and gloves.

"Ya look.. fluffy." You could almost swear he was still shivering a bit. "...Killer, you can head back inside. I've got the watch."

He shook his head, "'s better to have two people on watch." "In some cases, sure, but when the second person is so cold they're dressed like an old lady.."

You watched the blonde tense, "...I don't understand how you're not cold." You snickered, shaking your head. Snow was beginning to fall from the sky- you'd long since entered a winter biome. "I am cold, but not that cold."

"You're insane." "I think the same about you South Blue folk in the heat. North Blue folk are built for the cold."

Killer shook his head again, joining you in leaning over the rail.

"...you've been out here for a while. Let me take over." Killer said. He was right, but if he was the next in line.. "Thanks, killer, but I'll stay out here with you."

"Go inside. You're not dressed properly for this cold."

"Did you not listen to a word of what I just said- I'm built for this-"

"Did you not listen to what your Vice Captain just told you?"

"Sorry, don't see him. I do see a cold, stubborn child." You were careful not to use the term kid.

"."

"..."

"......"

"You're worse than Kid."

"I'll take that at face value and be insulted."

He sighed, "impossible."

A few hours later, you both were switching shifts with Heat and Wire. Walking into the kitchen, you stretched, watching Killer de-layer by the fire. A smirk tugged at your lips as you approached the masked man from behind, staring over his shoulder.

"The caterpillar emerges from its cocoon!" "Shut." He grumbled, removing his gloves last. His hands looked tenser than usual, likely because of the cold. So hatched your master plan of..

Grabbing his hands, and engulfing them with your own, and lifting them both to rest at your neck. Because of his mask, you couldn't see what he felt: but oh, if you could, this man was panicking.

Finally, he mustered, "...you're a human heater."

"That I am! Besides, neck, underarms, and .. between the thighs are the warmest part on any human. Thought you'd know that."

Silence. His fingers flexed and tightened at your shoulders, before, without warning, he had you picked up and thrown over his shoulder, stalking down the halls.

"EH? KILLER-" before you knew it, he'd thrown open the door to his room, tossed you on the bed, and quickly yanked a blanket over you both, snuggling into bed without even taking his boots off.

"...do I wann-" "...you're my personal heater. So sleep."

Well, he's wanted to do that for a while regardless.. holding you in his arms, lay on top of you.. the occasion was just too perfect not to throw rank around a bit.

[swampstew]

Yearning

Summary: They say Eustass Kid is the man who gets anything he wants. Allegedly. The saying may not hold true when it comes to being the Captain of his own crew. Warnings: none, unless you hate slow-burning romance and flirting with a stoic Scottish man who is bad at letting people get close to him. Female reader x Eustass Kid. Minors DNI ever.

Patience wasn’t his most disciplined skill, but it was either patience or nothing at all. And that won’t do for Eustass Kid. Not at all when it concerned, her.

Stealing measured glances from across the deck, over dinner, at the bars, during island expeditions – secret messages from two yearning hearts.

Lingering touches in passing, under the table, in dark hallways and alleys, a quick hit of dopamine to abate the insatiable hunger from touch starved states.

Any opportunity to be in close proximity would be drawn out, squeezing every precious second to be in each other’s presence. The extra sets of eyes on them is both a rush and a challenge; to keep themselves restrained from tearing into each other.

Kid hated that he had to wait. He understood her reasons and if he hadn’t been so enraptured by all of her, wasn’t so mesmerized with who she was and what she brought to his crew, he wouldn’t have bothered with the red tape.

She graced him with something he’d never felt before. A sense of security. Tranquility.

Trust. He felt like he could trust her with anything.

Maybe even with his heart.

And that’s what she wanted.

He wanted loyalty. She did too. But she didn’t trust pirates.

Ironic, considering she was a pirate. Still, she had a point. One he often exploited when faced with potential alliances, and he’d be damned if he’d give in to one of those again.

So she wouldn’t give in until he did.

At first Kid thought he had it in the bag. No one could ever resist his charm. He dialed it to maximum and then beyond.

Charmed she was. But she held firm. Stubborn.

He loved stubbornness.

“I don’t want you unless I can have all of you.”

It shook him to his core. Tingled his intestines, made his muscles ripples, a hunger awakening within him that he hadn’t felt in ages. The words echoed in his brain for days, bleeding into his dreams the longer he waited.

Would it really be the end of the world – if he opened himself up again, emotionally?

The question haunted him.

“Hey.”

His mind was wiped clean of his internal distress. Seeing her cozied up in their secret spot, the one they had their end-of-day catch up every night.

“How was your day?”

Leaning on the opposite wall of her, feet resting inches from each other on the painted floor, “Long. Yours?”

“It was alright, not enough to write about in a letter home,” she snickered, moving her feet between his boots. “The best part of my day is usually now.”

His ears tinged red, goddamnit, she never went easy on him. If anyone was keeping score, and Killer was, she was winning in the flirting category by a landslide.

“Why’s that?” he knew he was falling into a trap.

“It’s around the time you shuck off your coat and I take it off your hands.”            

“Tch…You only like me fer my coat,” he scoffed.

“Oh that’s not true,” she grasped his hand with hers, “You have so many great qualities, Kid.” Running her fingers up his tense arm, “I also like it when you show me your gratitude.”

“Y’mean when I give you my money to play with?” he rolled his eyes while anchoring his mechanical fingers gently on her waist.

She subtly shifted to lean on his arm, honey dripping from her voice, “That’s you showing your generosity! I like your strength and your spirit too.”

Kid pulled her to lean against his torso, feeling his heart stutter as she raised a hand to his shoulder and the other to his hip.

“Because I carry all yer shit, an’ constantly fight on yer behalf so you don’t have to?”

She giggled, “Noo, that’s you being my amazing, formidable Captain.” Reaching for his head, she pulled off his goggles and brushed back the strands of hair that fell over his smoldering eyes.

“I like you because you’ve shown me who you are.”

His brows furrowed, “I haven’t done anything different?”

She cupped his face, “You have. Not in ways you would have noticed, and that’s what I like the most, I think.”

He leaned into her touch, pondering what she meant. It made her smile widen.

“There it is,” she sighed.

“I’m jus’ relaxin?”

“Exactly. You’re always so wound up, especially around me. It’s nice to see you like this and spend time like this. It’s nice to know I can do that with you.”

He grunted softly, choosing not to say anything cause he sure as fuck didn’t know what was so special about being…tender…and…vulnerable…and…soft…and…

All the things he wasn’t.

Hadn’t been.

When had he dropped his walls so low that a light summer rain could flood his foundation and relieve him of a long suffering drought?

Another sweet giggle, followed by a soft press of lips on his. A sweet, chaste kiss. Long enough to fulfill her curiosity, and short enough to make Kid sweat.

She kissed him first.

!

“Good night, Kid,” she pulled away to head inside.

“W-wait,” he reached after her. Fingers grasping for a piece of her.

“I’ll walk you to your door.”

Yeah, maybe he would give her his heart.

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit Softer

Chapter 3.

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!reader

TW: Smut at the end (female masturbation and fantasizing), talks of weapons, no y/n use, talks of DV and murder ofc

~~~~~

It didn’t take much to convince Killer to reset a course for the West Blue, Kid just said he had a vendetta to settle and that was that. Killer put the puzzle pieces together after a minute.

“You think she’ll like you more after killing her ex?” He asked the captain as they poured over the maps, his head jerked up.

“THEY NEVER DATED!” His head dropped back to the maps before popping up again. “AND YES SHE WILL!”

“Really?”

“Of course! Chicks dig revenge and murder.” Kid said with a confident smile.

“Of course.” Killer adjusted the compass. “But perhaps you should also try… more traditional means of courting.” Kid’s face scrunched up so he amended. “Flirting?” Kid was still making a face but shrugged.

“You mean like flowers and shit. Where the fuck am I gonna get flowers?”

“Not flowers necessarily-“

“We’re in the middle of the fucking ocean!”

“No I meant-“

“You don’t even know if she likes flowers.”

“It doesn’t-“

“Or even the kind of flowers she’d -“

“Enough about goddamn flowers!!” Killer yelled, earning them a few looks from crew across the deck, Kid shouting was normal, Killer shouting was wild.

“Keep it down, will ya?” Kid was deadpan. “You’re the one who brought up flowers man.”

“I’m fucking done.” Killer shot off, leaving his dumbfounded captain behind.

“So dramatic.” He grouched. In his place Killer sent Wire to assist with navigations and planning where and when to stop for supplies.

“So why’re we veering so off course? This will add several weeks to our trip.”

Kid paused. Should he tell Wire this is to murder your ex captain and make you feel safe around him? Nah.

“There’s a captain I wanna take out. I don’t know much about him but he’s in the West Blue.” Kid said cautiously. “Wanna kill him before we get into the Grand Line.”

“Oh? Well you know our newest rookie? The sniper?” Wire lit up talking about you, Kid felt a small pit in his stomach. “She’s from the West Blue, I wonder if she could help chart our journey. I can run and find her.”

“NO!” Kid shouted, now some of the crew were looking again. A few even inched closer to eavesdrop. “I’m not having a rookie chart a map, you can do it yourself. Don’t be fucking lazy.” Wire shrugged good-naturedly and continued with his protractor.

“So why exactly do you want this guy dead?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.” Kid grumbled, Wire again shrugged and the pair worked in silence as the sun set.

The deck cleared slowly as night approached and Killer sent you to fetch the two men for dinner. Your steps were quiet as you approached, Kid wouldn’t have know you were there if it weren’t for the metal on your belt. He could feel your eyes on him, sharp in the dark, as you watched for a moment quietly. With his back mostly to you, he doubted you knew that he knew you were there.

The familiar desire to show off bubbled up in his chest, so he made a show of clapping Wire on the shoulder.

“That’s a good stopping point,” He said, tone much happier than normal. “After dinner help me finish this and we should be done in no time.” That was high praise from the hot headed captain and Wire’s face brighten considerably.

“Sure captain!” His smiled slipped only a little when he stood up straight and saw you on the stairs. The gears in his head turned and he grinned wider. It was cute seeing how the captain turned so mushy around you, if he didn’t value his life he may have pushed it.

But the moment passed as you finished ascending the stairs, steps heavy to announce your presence.

“Killer said dinners ready.” You said plainly, tone flat and face neutral. Kid deflated a little, but Wire was quick to step in.

“Thank you! Your timing is as wonderful as always.” Wire tried gently baiting you into some casual teasing, but since your last conversation with the captain you’d been very subdued around him. “Will you be joking me and Hip or are you planning to abandon us yet again?” The ‘for the captain’ was implied, but you and Kid still felt it, both faces blushing.

Kid busies himself with putting the navigation tools away, while you glare at Wire.

“I’m actually not eating dinner with anyone,” You said, voice strained. “Try not to cry yourself to sleep tonight.” Despite your awkwardness around the captain, you still had to get your dig in.

“What? Why not?” Kid asked before Wire could, whipping his head around to glare at your glare. You turn and started walking back down, Wire close behind you.

“I’m working on weapon repairs,” You offer, after a pause you continue. “The soldering iron smells awful. Makes me sick. So I’m not eating until I’m finished and don’t have to worry about throwing up.” Kid catches up with you, but it’s Wire that asks.

“Darling you shouldn’t skip meals. When was the last time you ate?” His voice is soft with concern.

“I had breakfast, it’s fine, I’m not even hungry. I’ll be finished before midnight.” At the door to the mess you pause to let Wire go through first. “Killer is gonna save me a plate.”

Kid felt dizzy with anger. He barely got to see you at all and the one time he can reliably count on being near you was gone? Yeah he complained about the force contact, but so what! And sure logically, he knows it’s only one night, but fuck off he doesn’t want to be logical.

He can’t be mad at you of course, you didn’t do anything wrong but still. He wanted to grab you by your shirt and sit you down beside him and make you eat. Since he couldn’t do that, he decided to skulk into the mess hall, snatch his plate and stomp back to the deck to eat by the maps. All eyes on him.

You watched his display, surprised by him, Wire gave you a dreary smile and sat down. Killer didn’t even turn his head from the stove, calling out to you.

“Make sure he doesn’t spill food on anything important.” He orders, you wish you could pretend you hadn’t heard but he’d just chase you down.

“Why me?” You shout, not moving from the open doors. “I got shit to finish.”

“Do it before I put you on barnacle duty.” He points behind him. You groan and stomp off to find your pissy captain who you were still scared of but now it was primarily anger. Worse yet, everyone was watching with big grins, you wanted to scream.

You make your steps quiet as you return to the deck, unsure of where exactly he went. His grumbling reaches your ears and you follow it up to the second tier. He was hunched over the desk, maps thankfully put aside, practically chewing his fork. His eyes glance at you then away then double take.

For the first time you’re able to see the shift in him that the crew keeps seeing. The harsh lines of his face smooth away as the anger shifts to surprise and wariness. His eyes stay on you, soft and alert, as you stand awkwardly by the mast. He watches you watch him, his face and body language so open compared to usual.

Finally the intensity becomes too much for you and you turn your head to look over the sea. From the corner of your eye you can see him still watch you, but his shoulders are stiff. You inhale deeply once, the salty air comforting.

“Killer said not to get food on anything important.” You say bluntly, shifting from one foot to another as you glance at him again. His face shifts to annoyance.

“Oh fuck him, it was one time!” He grumbles again and tucks back into his food.

You almost leave at that. You’d done what Killer had ordered. You can go now right?

Instead you lean against the railings, he’s watching you again. You contemplate what you’re about to do, his chewing slows down, taking his time with each bite.

“What did you get food on?” You ask and he nearly chokes on his fork. You never initiate conversations anymore, beyond the respectful ‘what do you need sir?’ He coughs once and you turn to watch him, a little concerned.

“It was nothing,” He finally chokes out. “Well I mean, it was our first bounty posters. Killer wanted to keep them, you know, for posterity or some shit. But I got marinara sauce on them and he got so pissy!” You laugh and he freezes mid story.

“Were you in the kitchen?” You ask through giggles.

“Nah, the medic room,” He smiled, face a little red again.

“Why the fuck were you eating marinara sauce in the medic room?”

“It wasn’t just a straight bowl of marinara sauce you freak! It was spaghetti, but I didn’t spill the pasta.” He huffed, but his grin told you he wasn’t actually mad. “Anyways I’d feel bad but he got a copy of those posters like the next day with the newspaper. He’s just a baby.”

“He’s sentimental, it’s sweet.” You laugh again at your own words. “He’s the-“ you pause to laugh harder at your next sentence. “He’s the Kill-“ You can barely breathe.

“Spit it out, freak!” He cackles at you. Finally you gather yourself enough to say.

“He’s the Killer with a heart of gold.” You burst out laughing, Kid stares at you for a moment before joining.

“That’s what you were dying to say?” His laughter finally putters out along with yours. “That’s the shiftiest joke I’ve ever heard. Fuck me that’s not even a joke.” You whip your head to face him, shock and hurt across your features, his breath catches in his throat. Your hand pressed to your chest in a pitiable display.

“You really know how to hurt a gal’s feelings.” Your grin is the only clue that you weren’t actually hurt. He glares at you again.

“Oh fuck you! Go finish your repairs before I make you hand scrape all the barnacles!”

You laugh as you make your way to the stairs, calling out behind you.

“Killer already threatened me with that.” You wave.

“Who the fuck does Killer think he is threatening you!” His breath catches again after his outburst. You just laugh again and walk down the steps.

You’re too busy chuckling to notice the doors to the inside shifted just as you reached the final step. As you pass the galley, you don’t peek your head in to acknowledge the crew. If you did, you’d notice not a single plate of food is finished. Everyone scarfing down their portions to make up for their eavesdropping.

You continue on to the crew workshop, smile on your face.

~~~~~~

It’s past midnight when you finally finished repairing all the weapons that were damaged over the last few weeks. Most were simple, clearing up gunpowder from barrels, realigning sights, sharpening blades. But some required actual welding and blacksmithing, a skill you had… exaggerated on your ‘resume.’

It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to do it. It’s just been so long since you did. On your old crew it wasn’t your job and you weren’t allowed to do it. So the last time you’d actually repaired weapons or did any blacksmithing was on your home island years ago.

So you’d let some weapons pile up as you relearned how to properly reshape a lock on a shotgun or how to file out the muzzle so the shots could be straight again. And as a result you’d had a lot of projects to catch up on, it didn’t help that you felt so frazzled by the size of the list that you took extra time to avoid fatal mistakes.

Now here you were, covered in grease, sweat, and oxidized iron. Despite your hunger, your nose was still too full of the foul scent to even think about eating. Normally you weren’t so sensitive but it was really affecting you tonight (day?). So you decided a shower is next on the list, glancing at the clock you almost wanted to just plop down in bed right now, dreading the early wake up time you had.

But you knew if you showed up for chores tomorrow stinking and your plate still in the galley, it’d be a day full of lectures from Killer, Wire, Hip, Reck, UK…. Basically everyone, including your captain based on his little fit when you skipped dinner. You were tempted to ask Killer about that, but figured it’d only encourage the blond in the end.

The showers on the ship were, much like the bunks, divided. There were two main bathrooms with multi shower units and one large bath tub in each one. Both Kid and Killer had private rooms and ensuites with single showers, so if they wanted a bath it’d have to be in the communal ones. The easiest way to divide it was by gender presentation, masculine people in the larger one and feminine people in the smaller one since there were fewer femmes on board.

The bunks were sorta divided by vibes, at the start you and the male rookie you’d started with shared a bunk with some senior members. Probably to sus out any bad habits or behavior early. Then Killer allowed you to either stay in the bunk with Reck, Wire, and Gig or ask around if another bunk would let you join. It was kinda fun, interviewing for different spots, ultimately you decided on Hip, Emma, Hop, and House. The group was the most calm comparatively, especially with Dive, Pomp, and Quincy sharing a room- the most energetic crew mates all in one space.

You kept most everything you need in the shower cubbies, including some spare PJs, to avoid waking your bunk mates up at night, so you didn’t have to take a detour to grab anything. You strip down and turn the water on, praying there’s at least a little hot water left. As you wait for it to, hopefully, heat up, you take some baby oil from the communal cubby and begin to apply it generously all over yourself.

Usually the oil was used after someone shaved or needed extra moisture, but you knew from experience that nothing got rid of grease and gunpowder like oil. As you rubbed to break up the caked on grime, your mind wandered a little, this was the first time you’d had alone in ages. Normally the showers had at least one other person, or someone right outside the door. It was rare to be alone anywhere on this ship for more than a few moments.

It was kinda thrilling, you thought, hands slowing down a little to really rub your muscles. You let out a small groan as you press on your shoulder, rotating your neck a slowly to really grind that muscle. The privacy was making you feel warm.

You checked the water and, miraculously, it was heating up. The water washed away most of the grime with little resistance, but a few spots you had to help along. You lather up your wash cloth with your favorite strawberry soap, normally reserved for special occasion, but you felt like tonight was special enough to warrant it. You took your time, resuming your massage from earlier, while your mind wandered.

At this point you’d already decided you’d masturbate, you deserved it obviously, but it’s been so long since you’d had the chance. You struggled to think of erotic scenarios to help you along, not able to rely on physical touch alone. You rinsed off the soap and remaining grime then quickly washed your face. Your hair was next and when you finally had it conditioned and pinned up to sit, you were still struggling. But the urge was so prominent you decided to start anyways and hope you mind could conjure something up.

Your hands were experts despite the long break, one hand grasping your own breast, the other rubbing along your outer lips. You pinched your nipple as you finally slid a finger over your clit, a gasp leaving your lips. With a shiver and more pressure you rubbed again, slick arousal spilling out.

Your mind couldn’t conjure anything, your last sexual encounter was before your first crew and you didn’t want to think about them. A blush spread across your face, embarrassed even in your own mind, that you were about to picture members of your own crew. It felt so forbidden, despite the lack of restrictions on relationships between crew, you’d never let the thought linger.

Now you tried to picture some members, it was hard though, even though you had some hot crew mates. It felt… awkward to imagine them like this. Still as your fingers kept pressing, moans leaving your mouth barely concealed, you scrolled through the list.

Wire and Heat were handsome, but not your kinda handsome, Hip was out despite her beauty as well as your other bunk mates, Quincy and Pomp were also a no, not your vibes. You paused on Killer, the mask helped evade the awkwardness, but after a moment picturing him you felt like he’d know what you’d done the second you saw him tomorrow.

You shivered and whined, frustrated that you had such a mental block. You tried again with some crew members you knew a little less, but still nothing.

‘Could try Kid.’ You nearly slapped yourself at the thought, you couldn’t help it.

At the start of your journey with the crew you admired him so much and maybe would’ve found him attractive��possibly. But now you were so nervous around him….. but he was acting different now, he wasn’t shouting or throwing things. He’d smelled like warm musk and metal when he’d crowded you the other day in the med bay, pleasant and masculine, surprisingly mellow.

Your fingers dipped into yourself, so you kept thinking of him. What his hair would feel like. What his back would look like with your scratch down it. What his dick would look-

Ok, too much, you gasped and whined again, curling your fingers. You panted as you increased the pace of your fingers and thoughts.

Would he eat you out?

Would he fuck you slow or fast?

What about positions? Doggy? Missionary? Would he let you ride him or would he never relinquish control?

You hunched over as you thought about his eyes when you’d spoke about you ex captain. Angry and possessive, why? You were new.

‘But you’re his, remember?’ You thought, head dizzy as you reached down with your other hand to rub your clit. ‘You’re his now and he takes care of his own.’ Your mind was depraved as you wondered if he was going out of his way to murder that man, to impress you.

Fuck, you were so close.

You pictured him and you fucking after a battle, he seemed like the type. He’d be covered in cuts and blood, mostly his enemies, huffing in your ear little praises. Maybe this was after he killed Badger, a little celebratory fuck before returning to the helm. A reward, for him or you, you’re unsure.

You picture him crushing you close to him, legs around his waist, hands in his hair. You picture him, still thrusting, leaning down to kiss you. The image of a gentle kiss during a rough fucking brings you over the edge.

Most of your moans were muffled as you bite your lip, rubbing yourself through your high, but you know if anyone was awake right now they’d know what you were doing. The thought makes your thighs clench and you finally rinse your hair, the water now cool against your heated skin.

You wrap your hair up and get dressed, skipping the lotions and skin care so you could hustle and grab your plate. As you make your way to the galley, you pass by Kid’ personal workshop, you can hear him working and moving things around. Your face heats up as you remember your shower thoughts, so you soften your steps and hurry by.

After scarfing down your meal, you pass his workshop again, it’s quiet now. Feeling dread that he may catch you up so late, you rushed back to your bunk. You were out the moment your eyes closed.

[fluffycalamari]

One Piece Relationship Headcannons Pt. 2!!

Part 1!

Contents: fluffy! A Lil suggestive for Kid

Characters in this part: Law, Kid,

Gender nuetral reader in mind!!

Law

You guys need to understand Law is my no.1 fav in One Piece; I've thought long and hard about him.

Very calm outside of his bed quarters

Like come on he's literally the definition of "affection behind closed doors"

It's the little things that makes him flustered!

Holding hands in public?! Sure he has that deadpanned face on; but MENTALLY! MY BRUVA IS FREAKING OUT.

Behind closed doors he's very vulnerable; he's got a lot of trauma to unpack.

Likes to be the little spoons idc what any of yall say!! It gives him comfort.

He really appreciates when you give him his space.

He also adores it when you're stubborn about him taking a break; it helps him to not overwork himself.

The type of boyfriend you can never catch sleeping unless you wake up 5 years before him.

Especially cause I know for a fact that Law is the type to work into the early mornings.

Your stir in your sleep, absent-mindedly searching for your lover. Throwing your arms across the bed, your eyes shoot open when you realize aside from you, it's empty. You force your heavy lids open and face a nearby window. It's dark, now that your senses are flooding in you hear scribbling. Through static vision you see Law hunched on his desk, going over and revising what you're assuming to be the agenda for the next island you guys were heading. "..Law, why the hell are you still awake?" Your voice is groggy; pulling yourself off the bed you approach him. "[Name]-ya, listen.." he yawns, inked hands covering his mouth to be polite. "I need to finish this before we get to the island." Law's voice is just as groggy as yours. "My guy," You state, grabbing his arm. "We're going the fuck to sleep, how are we gonna execute a plan if you're not in top shape?" Dragging him to the bed "i-" "I nothing Law, bed now," as you push him onto the bed; you join him, wrapping your arms around him. As you drifted back into your slumber you hear law mutter under his breath "I love you [name] ya". You don't even have the energy to say it back, so you hum the phrase in response.

Eustass Kidd

Where do I even start with this red headed slut.

I love kid, you love kid, we all love kid

He doesn't know how to express his feelings for you so it always comes out the best way he can...Aggressive.

You love that shit though cause why would you be with him otherwise!!!

Kid buys you flowers; he's lying right through his fucking teeth about how you were bitchin and moanin because you wanted these flowers so bad. While blushing his goofy ass blush.

(You just glanced at them while walking through the city with kid)

HE LEAVES LIPSTICK STAINS ON YOUR FACE IDC IDC IDC I DONT CAAAREEEEE!!!

Now this might be rinse and repeat but I don't care

He's nicer behind close doors, he can get vulnerable with you because he knows you won't utter a word to another soul.

Don't get me wrong he's still agressive/dominant; this is kid we're talking about. But he's still a human being so being able to express himself freely is nice.

This man is bold, gets jealous, and literally needs the world you two are together so other pirates won't try anything.

Will slap your ass whenever he pleases; you get him back too cause wtf not!

Like this man will full on make-out with you if someone tries to flirt with you.

You're in public with kid on a lil stroll, sanji is being sanji and he rushes towards you nose bleeding, calling you a bunch of pet names like "beautiful, darling, sweetheart!!" You look up at Kid as Sanji is literally on his hands and knees asking you to be his partner. "Sorry sanji, I'm not really interested in-" you're cut off by Kid, he grabs you by the collar of your shirt pulling you into a sloppy kiss. His tounge being shoved down your throat as you finally get into thw motions; throwing your arms around his neck, tounges intertwining while attempting to close the non existent gap between you both. Breaking away from the kiss, Kid smirks at sanji, "They're with me."

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, semifinals of the losers bracket

Propaganda:

For Kid and Killer:

there’s some somewhat recent anime episodes where there’s a lot of “I would do anything for you” “I would put my life on the line for you” and it’s just. There’s no way they’re not dating. Also they’re big scary pirates that pillage and fuck stuff up and we love that for them

They have been together committing crimes and killing people ever since childhood and they’re not about to stop any time soon

They are badass pirates who both have a huge bounty on their head. Killer's epithet is 'Massacre Soldier/Murder Mashine' (depending on the translation), so he probably got quite some blood on his hands. Kid is his captain, and has a reputation of not caring about civilian casualties and destroying more than necessary to defeat his opponent. Also, the whole crew crusified some other crew. But besides being murderous, these two care so fucking much about each other! They've been friends (lovers?) since childhood and would literally do anything for each other, including dying. Kid will destroy anyone who laughs at his partner (how he canonically calls Killer), lets himself be recaptured just after he escaped prison to save his partner, and Killer eats a faulty SMILE fruit that stops him from portraying any other emotion than laughing, makes him unable to swim, and doesn't gain him any powers, just to get a CHANCE to save his captain. When Kid saw him laugh while he obviously didn't want to, it broke his heart in many pieces (and ours with it). It's true love, your honor. True, murderous love.

For the Doctor and the Master:

Immortal genderfluid war criminals <333

So we all know the Master has killed plenty of people, but, despite their reputation, the Doctor has killed a more than average number too. Sure they undid the whole destroying their own planet thing, but that's still something the Doctor did. Also there's apparently a novelization out there where, when they were children, the Doctor killed one of their childhood bullies but then made a deal with Death so that the Master had the memory of it and became Death's champion, which is pretty messed up and murder husbandish. There are plenty more war crimes on the Doctor's hands, and the Master has killed countless people in a variety of creative ways. Also, I'm having trouble finding the quote, but I swear the Master once said something to the lines of "trying to kill the Doctor is just my flirting" or something similar. But I do know Missy (also the Master but female at the time) described their relationship as "older than your civilization and infinitely more complex". They love each other, they're constantly trying to destroy each other, they are the only friends they each have who can even begin to understand everything they've been through; they've known each other since childhood and they've watched (and helped) civilizations rise and fall together. They may not be who you first think of for murder spouses but they really are a beautiful example.

[stretchyyonko]

❗LAWLU❗

- Just my imagination of lawlu since I found them cute 😭💗

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- jealous luffy(?)

- idk I just randomly thought of this 😭

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After defeating kaido a grand party was held by the people of wano for those who gathered up to help defeat the rests of the beasts pirates and of course big mom.

There trafalgar law just enjoying the party by sitting and watching in the corner when suddenly women and men began surrounding him asking him random questions like, "How did you defeated big mom?" "Can you introduce us your crew?" Or either offering drinks on his mug as he doesn't mind the ladies sitting beside him and just casually answering their questions one by one.

Meanwhile luffy who was just also having fun in the said party holding the usual food in his hand and shouting "SO GOODD!" and kept munching more, not until nico robin tapped his shoulder amd sat beside him.

"Erwh? Rwobiwn? Whawt'ws twhe mwahtter? ( Erh? Robin? What's the matter? ) He asked while he kept munching food on his mouth.

"Are you okay with your ally being surrounded like that?" She said emphasizing the word ally as she pointed using her index finger to where law was being surrounded with people very close to him specially the random woman who tried flirting with him like she was his but it wasn't.

Luffy gulped the food first as he stopped eating as he processed first what was that he saw and went silent for a while and he lowered the meat he was holding and began havig questions on his head.

"Who's that girl?"

"Hmm? You mean the woman beside law? I remember her she was in the court house where I performed as a geisha before and she's an attention seeker...beware of her antics she might get him too luffy"

"...."

Luffy went staring back again where law was at and saw that he was happily talking with the woman nico robin just describe with and his heart felt weird after seeing him happy by just talking with her.

Due to this luffy stood up from his seat still holding a meat on his hand as he left on the pavillion to go back to the docks as he kept thinkig what that woman have that he does not to the point where law was happily talking to her.

He was always like that too to him.

He was always smiling sweetly to him everytime they meet.

He always gives him the warmest and tightest hugs.

He always tease him by chasing him with bread.

Then what was he lacking then?

He didn't realize tears are already falling from his eyes when he felt his chest hurt and even stopped eating his favorite food.

He then thought what if he also do what that woman was doing with law in front of law himself....he just need someone he can associate with it..

"HUUUH? YOU WANT ME TO GO ALONG WITH THIS STUPID SHI* OF YOURS MUGIWARA?"

There Eustass kid shouted ay him as he enjoys having party in peace with his crew and other people

"Tch...Just a request you loser it wasn't that hard to pretend like that" luffy clicked his tounge at him since he won't go along with his plan.

"HAH?! WHO YOU CALLING LOSER YOU ASSHOLE?"

"ITS YOU ASSHOLE CAN'T EVEN HIT KAIDO WITH THAT METAL ARM OF YOURS"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, I BET YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME IN A BATTLE SHISHISHI"

"YOU ASSHOLE COME LET'S HAVE A BATTLE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW THEN"

Their argument seemed to caught half of the attention and they began laughing at their childish antics as the two was about to get ready to fight each other.

So they fought like little children hitting each other not until ussop who was just enjoying the scene decided to throw a banana for them to slip on the floor and eustass fell on top of luffy.

Let's just say eustass kid went questioning his sexuality there for a moment.

"MUGIWARA-YA"

The two were stopped when they both heared Law interferring their fight and was about to yell back at him when law sent a death glare at eustass kid

"Hit him and i'll be having your heart in a second" he threaten him with his usual pose where his thumb, his index finger and middle finger in place.

"Ahahaha okay now stop stop this should be a happy feast not the three of you getting worked up in a fight" nami interferred as killer took eustass back to their seat as law faced luffy looking down at him like he was about to commit murder.

"Ahahaha t-torao?" Luffy asked and in one scoop he was on law's shoulders.

"T-TORAO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT ME DOWN! OI! ANYONE HELP"

"We pray for luffy to walk properly tomorrow"

"OI TORAO! DON'T BE TOO HARSH TO OUR CAPTAIN OR ELSE I'LL CUT YOU!"

Even the strawhats are supporting the said newly found relationship.

"YOU GUYS ARE WORSEEEE!!!!" luffy shouted as the strawhats just chuckled and continued partying as law bring luffy to the thousand sunny and sat luffy on his lap.

"You have 60 seconds to explain why are you suddenly under that eustass loser" law said as he went gripping luffy's hips.

"W-Wait torao i was just having a rematch fight with him and we both slipped in two banana peels i don't know who throwed that there!"

"Mmm okay you're forgiven..."

Law began leaving light kisses on luffy's neck as luffy let out whimpers in his lips but was stopped when luffy pushed him away gently.

"Why are you here making me explain where you're the one who needs explaining?"

"What will I explain to you?"

"Well you're clearly flirting with a woman back there and you are clearly enjoying it."

"What woman? That was a man just like that fella who name kiku"

There luffy went silent as he was being jealous in a childish way plus does robin told her earlier was a lie too?

Law smirked and went back on giving light kisses on his neck when luffy pulled him away again and he became irritated that he grabbed his head and tilted it sidewards and gave him a bite.

"It seemed that my plan along with robin to make you jealous is effective then" law smirked as he scoffed and gave luffy kisses in his face.

The next morning luffy was fussing out on robin for lying to him just to make him jealous now knowing that the woman beside law was really a man.

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SORRY FOR THE BAD GRAMMAR AND CONFUSING PLOT 😭

[aachria]

The reason this is anon cuz im a coward but here we go buckaroo. This is a vent btw!

Newest chap released, i read it, absolutely loving it, perfection and can say more, it was nice to read in the morning too, gives me serotonin for the day <<<3

And THEN BOOM, Kidd and Ed ✨Interactions✨ sprinkle sprinkle🎊

But eiyo the head swivel thing is like someone aggressively turning your head to look at them(it felt like that to me while i was reading it) and i am ashamed to agree that yes Kidd, it is adventageous. VERY.

These two fucks interacting is giving me life and air to breathe. And also a reason to like Kidd more then previous so there's that :D. Killer you are an absolute bbg and i love that. Ed is bossing all the way to the end of Onepiece and i can admire that *nods nods*

I need y’all to be aware that I never question why you’re anon. I Do Not think about that. Half the time I Do Not Notice who sent the damn thing unless I recognize the name because I have the object permanence of a hyperactive toddler. You do not have to feel bad about being anon and I lack the capacity to judge you either way.

OK GUYS LOOK I TRIPPED AND THAT’S WHY KID AND ED ARE WRITTEN LIKE THAT. OK??? I TRIPPED. Ed’s love language is flirting and sometimes that manifests as flirting to antagonize and MAYBE that’s inherently homoerotic especially when it’s PUSHED BACK AGAINST. THERE’S NOTHING UNROMANTICALLY CHARGED ABOUT FORCEFULLY MOVING THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO RELENTLESSLY TEASES YOU WHEN THEY’RE IGNORING YOU. EUSTASS KID YOU HAVE DUG YOURSELF A HOLE NOW LIE IN IT—

Anyway Ed is a Killer stan account he is fantastic 10/10 guy.

Ed’s indiscriminate flirting tendencies are gonna bite them in the ass one of these days istg. Like MORE than they already have (see; Eneru, Sphynica, that random chick on Whiskey Peak that drugged their ass). Praying for them always 🙏

[punks-never-die205]

Closed Doors

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 2,063 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, safe sane and consensual, jealousy. 18+ only

Summary: Eustass Kid misunderstands a conversation you had and some intense - but consensual sex ensues.

Kid grabs you by the arm and pulls you out of the club. You're not sure why he's mad, you just know that he is. The grip on your arm doesn't hurt, but it's strong and there's something about how he's acting that's making you nervous. There's only been a few times that he's made you feel nervous and for the most part he wasn't angry, he was scared.

"Kid, what's wrong?" You manage to ask as you cross the parking lot toward Victoria.

He brings you around, pinning you against the car's door. There's a fire in his eyes and the tilt of his grin is more sardonic than playful. You're not sure if you should be concerned or turned on.

"Flirting with other guys right in front of me like that, eh Mouse? Pretty ballsy." His grin sends a shiver through you and you feel your stomach drop. Apparently you had settled on being concerned and turned on.

"I wasn't -." Your words are cut short as he tugs the collar of your top aside and practically bites your neck. You cry out pleasure and surprise into the night air, holding onto him even as your knees start to shake.

Eustass Kid could be impossibly gentle when he wanted to be. Even though his fighting style and manner were more Bruiser and Barbarian, Eustass himself was surprisingly elegant. Those stark differences were thanks to his attention to the fine details. From tinkerer to roboticist to fighter to captain, Eustass Kid was analyzing things to a degree people rarely gave him credit for.

Some of his lessons were hard ones - like when he lost his arm, but most of his trial and error was under more controlled conditions. Like when he spent nearly six hours one day exploring your body and exhausting you into a boneless pile of pleasure by the end of it.

That skill set was what also allowed him to walk the very limits of your pain tolerance while still pushing pleasure into your body.

"You make these whore noises for me, Mouse, not for anyone else." There was a dangerous edge to the hot words that spilled from him, but you weren't afraid. You weren't even angry, admittedly. A little confused, but hearing him talk so dirty that you could feel the grit of the words against your skin was unexpectedly hot.

"I - I didn't make any noises for anyone in the- mmhumrph!" His rough kiss cuts off your words and you hear the locks pop on the car. His hand holds your face where he wants it and his tongue steals your breath and words. Moans of pleasure turn into concerned whimpers as you struggle to breathe. He breaks the kiss just before you had considered kneeing him to give yourself a reprieve.

"Kid - I..." you gasp for air, you don't know what has him wound so tightly.

"Get in the car." He growls, and you do. You imagine he means to take you home, where you can sort out whatever is going on, but he follows you into Victoria's back seat.

Before you can ask him what's going on he lifts you into his lap, your back to his chest, his prosthetic hand - the big hydraulic metal one he usually wears in public - cupping your face with surprising, but immovable, care. Your arms are at your sides, when Kid moves you as he pleases it's best to just let him. There are better times to struggle, but you trust he won't hurt you while you're working through whatever this is.

"You're mine, Mouse." He growls his right hand parting your legs to either side of his before his hand grabs the inside of your thigh.

"I am," you see no reason to argue the point. Your skirt - the one he had asked you to wear - was already hiked up to your waist. Your lacy panties were meant to be a surprise for him for later, but the crotchless design was about to be found out. "I wasn't flirting - I w-wouldn't with anyone but you."

Your hands are holding onto his prosthetic, trying to give yourself enough leverage to keep talking despite the iron grip.

"You were smiling at that waiter. That smile, that's for me," his voice is angry, hurt even, but there's a strange desire in it, as though he knows he can trust you, even as the gears of jealousy spur him on. The swirl of emotions has him in a mess and he's trying to direct it.

Kid hadn't been mistaken about you smiling at the waiter. You had been talking to the waiter about Kid, so your smile had been because of him, not the waiter. There was no way for him to have heard what you were saying though, and you hadn't realized the intimate expression you were making.

"I was - Aah-hngh!" Kid's hand reaches under your top and twists your nipple. It was a little more pain than pleasure, but it wasn't cruelly painful.

"You're gonna make it up to me, Mouse, flashing that smile at someone else." He interrupts you. "We're behind closed doors right now."

You felt the heat rush through you. He wasn't wrong. Victoria's doors were closed, but when you agreed to a dom/sub relationship with Eustass you hadn't expected the caveat of keeping it behind "closed doors" to be utilized in this way. You just wanted to make sure there was a distinct line in the sand between what you two did intimately and what you did as part of the crew.

The accidental effect had essentially cut off any kind of exhibitionist style BDSM, which you were a bit on the fence about to begin with, but since you never stipulated what kind of doors, you found yourself in a unique situation. Eustass had marked this as a session. He was angry and hurt, but probably more at himself than at you and this was a controlled way to calm down. On the other side of that you had agreed upon words for sessions so you could end it, slow it down, or ride it out.

You swallowed hard. "How... can I make it up to you?" Even as you ask you're already shifting your hips against the straining bulge in his pants.

"Fuck me raw, right here, right now, like a good little pet mouse." His voice is low and husky and demanding, the words and their tone nearly cause you to moan.

Sure. Why not? It was dark, and Victoria's interior was dark. The windows weren't tinted, but you were at the back of the lot and the club was at its peak. No one should be leaving for a couple hours, and you were both wound so tight it wasn't going to take long.

You nod, and his hand releases your face, leaning you forward to hold yourself up against the back of Victoria's front seats. You can hear him undoing his pants, as his right hand slides down your ass and over your panties.

"Oh, Mouse, you're a dirtier bitch than I gave you credit for." Eustass' voice was full of delighted amusement, even though it was still rough and low. "Crotchless panties huh? Whore clothes to go with those whore sounds, and fuck you are already dripping wet!"

His fingers plunge into your pussy as he says as much, and you grip the seats as your body squirms and a moan escapes you. It was aggravatingly unfair how much he could effect you like this.

After a minute of teasing you he pulls his fingers out and smacks your ass. "Get to work, Mouse."

You reach behind yourself and guide his hard, twitching cock into your soaking hole. Moaning with pleasure as he stretches and fills you so well. Steadying yourself against the back of the front car seat you move your hips. It's not easy to ride Eustass, for no other reason than he's so thick in the waist. By the time your legs reach the bed, the mattress gives too much for you to get leverage.

If he's on a chair you can hook your feet on the tops of his thighs, but the position pushes your clit into his body and you're cumming so fast you lose strength in your legs. Not that he minds, but you had felt a bit guilty since you mean to do all the work during those times.

This position, however, worked out surprisingly well, and after a little adjustment, you had a good pace going. Eustass was appreciative enough that he didn't do or say much. An idle hand would caress the curve of your ass, and at one point you reached back and smacked your ass with a cheeky grin.

That had the intended effect and his hand came down with a sharp sting, eliciting a hissing gasp from you. It was an odd way to acknowledge his frustrations, but everything about your relationship with him was a little odd. You could hear his breath starting to get heavy after a few minutes as pleasure built up in both of you.

You were trying to focus on keeping your pace, the building pleasure already starting to make your legs shaky when Eustass grabs your hair.

"I said to lean back on me, Mouse." He growls into your ear.

"Ah - s-sorry, I didn't hear - mmm - you." Your voice is airy and full of gasping moans, you're so close and trying to stop yourself from cumming first.

"Better hear me now," he growls, biting your ear as his fingers spread your lips apart and he very lightly teases your clit. "Scream my fucking name when I make you cum, Mouse."

Eustass' prosthetic hand grips your waist and his cock slams deep into you. His light touch on your clit becomes hard and rough and he pounds pleasure into you that you cannot stop. Your hands are on his arms, trying to keep yourself stable as he pounds into you like one of his machines - steady and relentless.

You don't hold back your moans, crying your pleasure into the car, legs twitching as you scream his name more than once. Your bodies tensed against another, as you clamp down on him, and he fills you full.

"Fuck, you get like a vice sometimes (Y/N)." He growls, his movements stiff and jerky for a few seconds. "It's almost too much."

"If you... didn't tease me... then I wouldn't cum so hard!" You gasp, collapsing back against him as his dick slips out with a crude wet sound.

"Making this my fault are we?"

"Yes," you reply, still trying to catch your breath. "I was... talking about you, you ass!"

"Huh?"

"To the waiter, I was talking about you. That's why I... I didn't even know I was smiling like that." You admit, covering your face as you feel your ears go red.

You give a small yelp as Eustass hugs you tightly to him. You didn't have to see his face to feel the heat radiating off of him. You also didn't have to ask if he was okay, as he was already hard and twitching against you. Despite what he would like you to think, you knew it wasn't actually easy for him to get hard unless he was happy.

The better his mood, the more he liked to tangle himself up in you.

"I was gonna make you walk back in there with my cum dripping down your thighs before we left," he murmurs into your neck, his teeth nipping against your skin as his fingers idly tease your dripping folds. "But now I think I'm just gonna fuck you on the hood of my car before we go home."

You shake your head. "Oh gods no, please not out in a public lot like this!" You're caught between interest and mortification, and right now the mortification is winning.

"Mmm, not against getting railed on the hood then?"

You laugh, "You're killing me, Kid."

"At least if it's my fault you'll go with that hot blissed out look on your face, Mouse." He teases, turning your face toward his and kissing you. "Lemme get a towel for the seat and we'll go home so you can clean up."

[trafalgass]

Hello! I loved your jealousy hcs and was just wondering if you’d be interested in doing one where the reader gets easily jealous with Law, Kid, and Zoro, please? (Idk but i adore how you write Kid and Law, like not too harsh or ooc either <3)

sorry once again for the long absence, but don’t worry i’m not letting this blog die!

Law, Kid & Zoro with a S/O that gets easily jealous (GN Reader) Trafalgar Law

It wasn’t Law’s fault, it was no one’s fault, you were easily jealous, that’s just how you were

You really did your best to hide it but whenever someone got to close you Law you couldn’t help to feel your blood boil

As usual you were jealous for stupid reason, like Law leaning against Bepo while he’s sleeping, when he could be relaxing with you

Or when you were going out and people would gaze at Law because let’s be honest he’s one fine man

You tried to not get jealousy take control but you would happen to get biter at Law for no reason

Law would notice when you snap at him for no reason, he’d know something is bothering you because you’re not usually like that

He’d reassure you that you can tell him everything, so you explained what was bothering you

He never judged you, jealousy isn’t something you have control on, and Law would always do his best to reassure you that you’re the only person that never leaves his mind

Hearing him say that really helps you

Eustass Kid

Kid was doing it on purpose, it had to be

You knew he was a tease but you couldn’t help but feel jealous when some random person in a bar flirted with him and Kid flirted back

That’s just how he was, a tease, but that’s made you insecure, and insecurity turned into jealousy

You get easily irritable when he does that and when he asks what’s wrong you just mumble “nothing” in a cold tone

If you’re in a bad mood, Kid leaves you alone, until he’s tired to see you moping so he presses you to know what’s going on

You end up telling the truth, how you don’t like when he’s flirting with other people while you’re next to him

You also add that you hate that’s it’s bothering you so much but you just can’t help it

Kid... apologizes? He never meant to make you feel like this, he asks that you at least tells him next time instead of just getting angry at him (You tell him he could do the same with you when he gets angry for no reason)

You don’t stop feeling jealous, but at least Kid watches himself when you’re around him and people make flirty comments at him

Roronoa Zoro

Oh boy that guy is so oblivious to everything it hurts

So when you get jealous he doesn’t really understand nor notice what could have caused it

Whenever you walk around a town with Zoro, you always noticed people staring at him, when you’d visit a shop and people would make flirtatious comments at him (and who wouldn’t... Zoro is just that hot)

It made you jealous

You’d turn cold and ignore him when jealousy hit

Zoro knew something was bothering you when you started to ignore him but getting you to tell him was another game

But he cares, so he asks as many times as it takes to get it out of your mouth

When you finally told him, he’s surprised because he never noticed people looking at him that way, he didn’t pay attention to them, he didn’t care about them

Zoro tells you to not let them bother you, because you’re the only person he cares about

[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 26: Amplitude

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 2.8k first|next

Boy howdy, did shit escalate quickly. You were currently running through the halls of Kaido’s castle. That was also currently flying through the air. You’ve taken out…you don’t know how many people at this point. They seemed endless. They also seemed to multiply. You take down one and two more show up in their place. 

You came with Law, but at some point the two of you ended up separated. It was easier that way anyway. He had been quite distracted with you at his side. He was so worried about protecting you that he was leaving himself open. You had saved his ass on more than one occasion due to that fact.

“Fucking-” You had let out a groan of frustration. “Look after your own damn self!” You went to retrieve your knife out of some man’s skull. “I can’t keep saving your ass!” 

Law glared at you, a small tint to his cheeks. “Well, if you hadn’t insisted on coming while you were recovering, I wouldn’t worry so much!” He groaned right back at you. 

“Again,” you said, flinging your knife right at him. He opened his eyes and stiffened only for the knife to glide past his head and to an assailant behind him. He turned around, his eyes wide as he watched the pursuer fall to the ground.

“You really are hopeless. Watch your own ass or I’m leaving you to fend for yourself,” you had said.

And now here you were, making him fend for himself basically. You didn’t do it on purpose, it just so happened your fights took you in different directions. Again, this was for the best. You both could focus better without the other around. As long as you were still ‘recovering’, you would be a distraction to Law. Despite all your protests that you were fine, that the incident with your heart had reset you in a way, he just wouldn’t believe you. 

It was a little agitating. You weren’t made of glass. You wouldn’t die just because you passed out. Luffy did the same shit all the time. Always pushing himself to the point where he’s out for a while but he sleeps it off and no one worries, so why couldn’t you do it?

You groaned as you thought.

“Not a good idea to be distracted on a battlefield.” Irritation had finally gotten to you and you didn’t even bother looking before you sent your knife flying through the air and into the guy’s skull. It was just another faceless foot soldier of Kaido’s, but you probably should’ve at least made sure.

You walk over, retrieving your knife once more. 

“There you are.” This time, you did look first. There was Law, panting as he looked at you. You sighed, shaking your head. “I hope you weren’t searching for me. I will be so unbelievably agitated,” you mumbled.

“Actually, I wasn’t. Finding you was a bonus.” You narrowed your eyes at him, not quite sure if you believed him or not. He returned your glare, folding his arms across his chest. “What? You don’t believe me?” You shook your head. “Not really, all things considered.” 

You two stood toe to toe, glaring at each other. You opened your mouth to say something else when you heard a voice come from behind him. 

“Quit your fuckin’ flirting with have a yonko to beat, lover boy.” Peeking  around Law, your eyes fell on Eustass “Captain” Kid. You glared at him, rolling your eyes - it wasn’t even worth your time to try and argue with him. That’s when you noticed Law’s face red as a tomato. You looked at him. Before you could ask what was going on, a voice rang out from behind you. Loud and shrill.

You looked behind you, noticing Big Mom for the first time. How in the hell did you not notice her before. “What in the fuck?” you mumbled.

“Now who isn’t focused,” Law teased with a smirk, seeming to have recovered from Kid’s comment, and you smacked his arm. “I don’t want to fucking hear it,” you mumbled. 

Just then, you felt something from deep within your chest. That tugging sensation you had felt once before - on Zou.

He’s here. 

Your head whipped around. Who’s here? Where? Law looked from Big Mom to you. “What’s wrong?”

“I…have to go…” You started down the hallway and he caught your arm. “Where are you going?” You saw the look of concern in his eyes. You knew that if you stayed, you’d only distract him from his fight because he’d try to keep you from being injured, that much you knew. He needed his full focus on this fight. You couldn’t let him worry about you.

“Law, I’m begging you to trust me, okay?” Your voice was soft and he looked at you. His gaze was intense, but you’d gotten used to it. Almost all of his gazes were intense. He was a man of strong emotions, no matter how much he tried to hide it. You knew.

He sighed, nodding. “Fine. Just…remember your promise.” You offered a small smile, nodding. “Of course.” Then he let you go and you took off running down the hallway. You had no idea where you were going, you just followed that tugging feeling and your feet. They seemed to know the way.

It took you to the end of the hallway where there was a giant hole in the side of the castle that led down to the ocean below. Without hesitating, you jumped, diving into the water down below.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

You couldn’t help but crack a wide smile as you heard Law’s voice bouncing off the walls. You knew he was going to absolutely scold you later - never gonna live down this one. It’s exactly like Zou all over again. Only this time you knew you’d be just fine. Law knew it too, but it didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

As you headed down to the dark waters below, you noticed a spot glowing in the water.

This way.

You summoned a column of water to engulf you midair and bright you safely into the depths below. You might be a child of the water, but falling from such a height to the surface would likely kill you just as it would anyone else. Once you entered into the chilly water below, you looked around for that glowing spot you had noticed up above.

You noticed deeper in the water, the glow but it was fading. There seemed to be something in the middle of it. Using the water around you, it forms around you and propels you forward like a torpedo. As you grow closer to your mark, the glowing light around the figure fades, but you’re able to find him now. The ocean is dark, but thanks to your kinship with the vast waters, you could see just fine.

Which means you also made out just who the figure was. It was Luffy. “Luffy!” You propelled yourself forward faster, taking him into your arms. You look around. The Polar Tang was around here somewhere as Law had instructed. 

Once more, a glowing light was seen in the distance. You were able to see something inside of it. That had to be it - it was the only thing that made sense. You propelled yourself towards the submarine. “Stay with me, Luffy,” you thought to yourself as you shot through the water. Within moments, you were in front of the Polar Tang, tapping on the glass to get the attention of those within.

They looked at you, their eyes widening. You pointed to them, then pointed up. “I’m going to get on the upper deck! Surface!” They looked at you and nodded, confused on how you could talk in the water without sounding like…well garbled. It was as if you were speaking on land. 

You quickly swam up to the upper deck as the submarine began to rise to the surface. Once there, you set Luffy down, examining him. Footsteps could be heard followed by the swinging of a door as the other crewmates of the Heart Pirates ran on deck.

“What do we do?” “Give him pills?” “An injection?” Voices surrounded you in a panic and you sighed. “No, none of that.”

“Someone go and fetch a lot of meat. He’s going to need it,” you say, examining him. After a moment, you place his hand on his chest. It’s sea water, after all. You should be able to pull it out of his lungs. You weren’t sure how well CPR would work since he was made of rubber. 

Once your hand was placed on his chest, you closed your eyes. You could sense the water that filled his lungs and began to move it. You pushed it from his lungs and up his throat. It wasn’t long before he began coughing up the water. You pulled your hand away, letting him take care of the rest.

Just as you predicted, he started groaning for meat. Clione stepped out to the deck with a plate piled high with meat just in time. “Right here, Luf,” you said, thanking Clione and setting it next to Luffy.

It didn’t take long for him to eat the meat and whatever else that the crew brought to him as you sailed back to the shore. You moved him to the ground where he grumbled about needing more meat. You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. “Luffy, you ate everything on the submarine. The only thing left is the submarine itself.”

“I mean, it does look like a banana…” His mouth started watering and you groaned. “Luffy, you cannot digest metal, please don’t.” 

Some confusion later, you were able to get more food for Luffy. Enough to sate his hunger and replenish him. “Alright, time to go back!”

The next sequence of events happened so fast you weren’t sure what happened. A large, pink dragon appeared - confirmed to be Momonosuke. Luffy hopped on top of his head, stretching his arm out and wrapping it around you as he pulled you with him, causing you to yelp as he did so.

One thing led to another and now you were crashing through Kaido’s castle. At one point, you burst through one of the floors. “What the-?”

“Strawhat? Y/N?” You look over, seeing Law, Kid, and Big Mom. You just wave sheepishly as you’re crashing into the next floor with Luffy and Momonosuke. You hear Law call your name one more time and you just know he’s really going to give you the world’s biggest scolding later. The stunt jumping off the castle and into the ocean was already enough and now you’re doing more reckless things.

He was going to kill you if you didn’t die yourself first.

Eventually, you were able to jump off of Momonosuke, shouting to Luffy to kick Kaido’s ass and that you’d meet up with him later. You had nothing but faith in him. You knew he wasn’t destined to die here. He was going to save Wano.

You tried to figure out where you were, getting turned around several times. You took down a few enemies in the process before you finally found the big hole your pink dragon friend had created when he crashed through. You glanced down, seeing both Law and Kid on the ground, looking absolutely spent. Big Mom seemed to be monologuing about something as she stared up at the ceiling but in the opposite direction of where you were at the moment. You decided to use this to your advantage.

You jumped down, landing yourself in between the two pirate captains. “What the-” You shooshed them, slamming either of your hands on their chests and pushing them back down. “Just sit,” you commanded. With the tone of your voice, Law didn’t seem to dare move and Kid tried to but the look you gave him made you stop.

The water moved from your flask, down both of your arms and down to your hands. It spread across both captains' chests, glowing lightly. You began to heal them both, closing your own eyes as you braced the pain, biting the inside of your cheek. You did notice that the ratio of pain you experienced as you healed them went down, but it still fucking hurt.

Law seemed to notice this time. “Wait, stop,” he said, trying to sit up but you pushed him back down. You opened your eyes, looking at him. “Don’t move.”

“No, y/n, stop.” He put his hand on yours, trying to move it. “Law, please.”

He looked at you, slight panic in his eyes. “You promised,” he said softly. You nodded. “I know, just a little more.”

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on but can you not flirt in front of me - it’s disgusting.” Kid griped, causing the both of you to glare at him.

You felt one of your ribs fully crack and you gasped, letting go of them both as your hand flew to yourself. “Shit,” you mumbled. That’s what you got for not paying attention. Law looked at you. “What happened?” You shook your head. “You have a battle to win.”

Kid was already on his feet and Big Mom’s attention was back on them. Law looked at you, cursing under his breath as he stood up. By the look in his eye, he didn’t want to leave you but he also knew you would be just fine on your own. 

Slowly, you made your way away from the fight, not wanting to interfere in any way. You also knew the further you were, the more Law would relax and focus. 

“Mother’s Visit Cannon: 3000 Leagues of Misery!” You looked up, noticing a large woman forming. She looked like she was made of flames. What the hell was that? You watched in horror as the woman easily took out tons of pirates. 

“These souls are extra special,” you heard Big Mom say. You noticed Misery heading towards the Heart Pirates and you moved fast despite your own injuries. You were in front of them in seconds, not too sure what you were going to do.

“These souls are all from those who perished in the oceans around my land.” You heard Big Mom’s signature cackle and felt your own blood run cold. Souls specifically lost at sea? She kept them compartmentalized like that? That was beyond fucked honestly. “These souls are more ruthless as the way I attained them was more…forceful than those who gave them willingly.” She cackled, the noise bouncing off the walls and giving you even more of a headache.

You braced yourself, hearing Law shout for you and the crew to dodge. Right before Misery reached you, she stopped. When she stopped, it felt like the world did. You blinked, unsure how to take things. What could this large, flaming woman possibly want?

Misery lowered herself in order to see you better. “You’re…” You blinked again, not really knowing what was going on. “I’m…?”

“You’re a god from the seas, right? So you’re able to free us?” Your own eyes widened as you stared. What the hell was this about? You weren’t able to do shit like that. “I’m afraid you have the wrong person…”

“Misery! Attack! What are you doing?” Big Mom was shouting and you noticed Misery seeming to break from her trance from you, her angry demeanor coming back. She moved to swipe at you before she stopped again. “We can’t anger a god!” One of the thousands of souls seemed to shout from within Misery. They all seemed to start arguing with each other as they regained their own sentience - no longer one hivemind. The more they argued, the more they pulled apart. 

She was becoming unstable all because you looked like a god? Wow, what a compliment. You’re not sure why. Your mind wandered to the woman in the water you had seen. At the time, you didn’t really think she looked like you, right? Well, she had been made of water, that didn’t help too much. You did remember Doflamingo mentioning you looked like your dad, so you weren’t exactly sure what the hell was going on.

Besides, if you were a god, you wouldn’t have injuries like this. Using your own abilities wouldn’t tax you as much as they do. You’d be able to take people down in one blow. There wasn’t any possible way you were one. Who knows, maybe descended. The history of your people is still somewhat lost on you, after all. You were never able to fully learn about the history of your people.

Luckily, this all proved distraction enough for Law and Kid to deal their deadly blows. The Heart Pirates crew and yourself watched as Big Mom was taken care of. You noticed Law’s technique and immediately felt your heart tug. A blue hue trapped her, silencing her and everything around her. 

[swampstew]

Can I ask for a short sexy first time seeing each other naked for female chubby reader x sanji, reader x zoro, reader x ace, reader x kid, and reader x shanks please? I was thinking maybe they have liked each other a lot for a long time but have only casually flirted, becayse reader is painfully shy, so lots of built up Sexual tension. Maybe they found an island with a waterfall or just walked in on each other by accident. Your choice but that would definitely lead to the tension finally braking and some fun time happening and mutual bathing after.

Sorry if that's to much, you can choose any of the characters mentioned. There my favorites. I also like Hawkeye but not sure if you do. Anyway I live your writing.

Hi @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore ~ Sorry this took me a minute to get to, life be crazy sometimes. I had to scale back your request cause you wanted a fair bit. Hope you like these bedtime stories! Happy holidays :)

Eustass Kid - WC: 666 LMAO

Roronoa Zoro - WC: 601

Vinsmoke Sanji - WC: 742

CW: Spicy; AFAB reader; suggestive scenarios; naked walk-ins; voyeurism kinda; consent is applied wholeheartedly; insecure reader; female/chubby reader.

M!n0rs DNI - you will be banned.

Kid is slumped in a hot spring, several sake bottles cluttered around and alone when you come up on him. "Oh sorry, all the other baths were full."

He looks at you with a drunken smile, "s'all good, doll. You can join me if you can handle your sake well." He picks another bottle from behind him. "Unless you're -hic- a lightweight," he laughed obnoxiously.

You were usually too coy to have more than a few words with him but he had been visiting the area a lot and you couldn't help but be attracted to him. Your little flirting was fun but he was still a pirate. Maybe the sake would help you shake your nerves.

Little did you know, he had been visiting a lot because of you specifically. Today he had drunken more than he meant to while he waited, what's a little more booze now? You walk over to him and take the bottle, kneeling down to be closer to him, taking a generous sip. Then a few more. As you hand it back, your eyes can't help but peek down. OH...he's naked in the spring.

You squeak, "oh um, not wearing your towel?" backing away to the opposite edge, easing down the steps. You clutched your towel around your frame.

"Hmm? Oh guess I lost it. Whoops."

"It's against the hot spring rules--"

"HAAH?" He shoves the bottle towards your face. "What're you gonna do? Tell on me?" he leered. When did he get so close to you?? You take a few more sips, dizzy from the alcohol, steam and the sudden close proximity.

"I'm no snitch!" you protest. "Just didn't want you to think I was taking advantage or anything," you tighten your hold on your towel as it clung to your body in the warm water.

He burst out laughing, taking the bottle back and standing to his full height. His head fell back as he drained it, you were so thankful that his well endowed self had stayed under water. You could see it just under the surface and it looked...menacing, just like him. The heat between your legs rivaled that of the water temperature.

"As if you could take advantage of me," he chuckled, reaching around you to drop the empty bottle. "You seem to be keeping yourself under control," he leered as he looked down at your flushed face. "Why don't you take the towel off? If you're so concerned with fairness and all."

"Ohhh, maybe another time," your blush creeps down your neck and chest.

"What? Ya shy, kitten?" Fiery eyes fixed on you so intently, he did not miss the way your hands ducked underwater to tighten your hold on the towel, over your waist. "Ahhh...you are shy. And maybe a little...hmmm," he almost purred as he crouched down to be at your face level.

You can't breath, he is too close, you feel too hot, he's way too hot and this is too much and---

"As if I give a shit if you have a little meat on your bones," he growled softly in your ear. "As if that takes away from how sexy I find you," his lips ghosted over your skin as he hovered in front of your face. Now in your opposite ear, "don't hide from me, just let it float off."

Kid has no right being as attractive as he is, the way he wiggled his hairless brows to convince you. And its for that reason, you suddenly find yourself able to let go. The wrap didn't move at first before it gently folded down, gentle water pulsing pushing it off your frame until you were exposed in front of him.

His smile made it worth it, the way it lightened up his face. He held out a hand for you and he made you stand. His eyes widened as the droplets raced down your curves.

"Want to have some fun, kitten?" his eyes gleamed as you nodded.

"God damn it!" you heard an annoyed shout from beyond the trees. It sounded familiar but you weren't expecting company. This was your secluded spot after all. This private lake oasis with a short waterfall was your one true paradise and you didn't want to share it with anyone!

Pushing through, you first mistake the green hair for moss as the man burst through the foliage head first as he tripped over a root.

"Ugh this isn't the way back to the Sunny!" he shouted again, not even noticing you.

Oh, its him. The green haired pirate from the ship that had docked on your island two weeks ago had stumbled on your turf. You had briefly flirted on and off with him and that was fun, but uh...you were buck naked in the middle of the water, nowhere near enough your clothes. Maybe if you slip down from the rock and swim silently he won't notice you.

Too late. His eye meet yours and his previously angry expression morphed into shock.

"Ohh sorry! Didn't think there was anyone out here! D'you know where the hell the dock is?!"

"Its uh...the opposite direction of here. Almost entirely," you cough out.

"Damn, how did I get so lost?!" he scratched his head. He knelt by the water's edge, placing his swords on the ground and leaning to cup water in his hands; drinking quickly. You couldn't help but marvel at the way the water ran down his sharp jaw and thick neck muscles. Further down to a ripped body that was glistening in sweat. His disheveled state would suggest he had been walking around for a while.

"Are you taking a dip? Mind if I take one? Hot as hell out here!" he called out to you.

You watched him begin to undress, not really processing his words until he was down to his underwear. Half your body is submerged but the feeling between your legs was a different kind of wet.

"Well lady?!"

"Ohh sorry, sure but don't get too close," you call out.

He whipped his bottoms off and dove in the water, leaving you with a gaping jaw you were trying to pull back up. Holy shit.

You were startled when he popped up about 8 feet away from you.

"AUGH! I said don't get too close!" you splash water as hard as you can.

"I'm not anywhere near you!" he shouts back, also splashing back. He had more mass and was able to splash back further and with more volume. Now your hair was wet again, after you'd been partially sun bathing on a sole rock just off the waterfall's range.

Having nothing to lose, you rise and taking a leap off the rock. Cannon balling into the water and showering him. You let yourself sink as you settle with the realization you freely exposed yourself to him for a petty thing. Needing air, you swim back towards your rock, hands on the wet mass, unable to face him.

"Well played," he chuckles. You freeze, he came up closer behind you. "No really, that was bold of you. I like bold," he husked.

Two hands brace themselves outside of yours as he cages you against the rock.

"Can I uh, pay you in advance to lead me back to my crew?"

Your face is flushed as you look back at him, "I-uhm..."

"What's wrong gorgeous? Am I coming on too strong? Can't help it, you're just too pretty."

You turn to face him fully. "I'll take you back, pirate," as you trace a finger down his chiseled chest.

You were having such a nice day. Laying on the sand, feet in the gentle tide as waves curled around your thighs. The sun was peaking behind a wave of clouds, the perfect shade on such a nice day.

You liked this spot on the beach because their was a wall of rocks that separated your spot from the main tourist spot. The other side housed a semi-abandoned dock that hadn't been used in months.

So you didn't expect the Thousand Sunny to dock, nor did you expect the Germa Kingdom Prince to stumble on you as you tanned, in the nude...

He sat down next to you and held his head up to staunch his nosebleed. Sanji was a gentleman so he offered you his shirt, which you grabbed and quickly covered yourself with. He was tall so it reached down enough to cover over your sex. You adjusted your position as he stripped his pants, handing them to you. You simply cover yourself with the fabric - you don't want to flash him while putting them on of course.

"I promise I wasn't peeping, I swear! I was just trying to clear my head, a stupid crewmate of mine made me really angry," his voice was nasally.

"It's...it's ok, it wasn't like I tried to make it harder to access, this was always a possibility," you mumble out, embarrassed. This was your private spot where you cast away all your inhibitions and immersed yourself in nature. It didn't feel ruined but you feel...like you can't enjoy it as much anymore. Sanji notices your dampened spirit.

"But I want you to know I think you're very, very beautiful! Not that I was looking!!" Hands raised in surrender and blood flowing freely again. He slapped his hands back to his nose.

"If you go towards that rock wall, I hid my bag over there. Can you please bring it?" hiding your face under your hand, an attempt to cover up your fierce blushing, tears in your eyes.

Sanji darted to the location and was back in an instant. Holding out the bag for you, you ruffle through the contents and pull out your bathing suit bottoms.

"Can you turn around?"

"Of course. Oh I could also hold up your towel as a screen?"

You nod and wait for him to turn his head and close his eyes before you drop his pants and pull up the high waisted bathing suit. You let his damp long sleeve top flutter around your waist as you bend down to pick up his pants.

"Heh, now your bottom is dry while mine is soaked!" he tries to lighten the mood, not realizing the double entendre.

"Hah, I swear this doesn't happen often," you try back, appreciative of his efforts and decency.

Looking around the area, "is there anywhere I can walk you? and a place to get dry clothes?"

"My house is down this way, there's an outside shower and I can loan you my older brother's clothes," you offer.

Walking side-by-side, you become better acquainted with the man and he was a shameless flirt. You like that a lot, you indulge him just as shamelessly. Its just words right?

You show him the shower since he squeezed into the wet pants to make the walk. Running inside, you find clean clothes that can accommodate him and race back outside. Maybe Sanji didn't hear you come through the door but then again you didn't make it past the threshold...for he was standing naked in all his glory under the water spout.

"I uh brought you clothes," you stutter out, clothes out to try and cover some of the view.

"Oh thanks so much! Here your turn!" and he walked to grab the bundle, giving you a helpful nudge towards the shower.

Not facing him, you take off his shirt and let it drop as you stand under the spout and let the water rinse you of your thirst, dispel the sinful feeling in your gut.

"You have really nice hair," he cooed as he walked up to you." Hands reaching over your head to collect water, he splashes your behind. "You have some sand stuck to you, trynna help out," he smiles kindly at you.

Fuck it.

"Oh? Maybe I should use the inside bathroom, it has better water pressure. Can you maybe show me where else I have sand?"

Sanji's nose started to bleed again.

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 6

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!Reader

TW: drinking, gambling, swearing

A/N: this one is really short bc I’m a little run down from life rn. Next one will be a bit spicier

Also I have no idea why I kept Jon around this long, he’s a very generic looking guy, I picture him as the sorta boring hot a lot of people get away with.

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The bar is loud.

You slow down on the drinks before departing from Kid, your stool quickly taken up by a pretty lady who draped herself over him. He didn’t bother to shake her off, she’d run off eventually, he was still in a foul mood.

Hip and House were in a booth in the far corner, watching Quincy and Pomp dance to the heavy music. You slip in beside them, leaning against Hip as your lack of sleep and booze caught up with you. House laughs, sharp and high like a fox.

“You look fucked.” She giggles, you swat at her across the table, but the blow was half hearted. Hip pulls you back to lean on her again.

“Maybe you should head home?” She suggests. “It’s not that late, you could catch up on some sleep.”

“Nah, I’m beat but I’m still…” You trail off, tapping your fingers against the table. You didn’t know what it was but it’s like you were wired. Maybe it was the drinks or the bartender’s flirting.

Or Kid calling you pretty. Plenty pretty at that.

You decide it must be the booze and the bartender. House rakes her eyes up and down you, grinning.

“You look antsy, got something on your mind?” She teases.

“Yeah, I’m feeling kinda,” You glance at the bar, hoping to catch sight of Jon. “I think I’m gonna try to fuck the bartender.” You finally announce, Hip spits her drink out, you flinch away from the spray.

“What the fuck?” She shouts, wiping her mouth, eyes wide. House is cackling across from you, worse yet all the noise attracts Quincy and Pomp back to the table. You flush under the attention. “Why the fuck would you fuck him?”

“Wait! Who’s she fucking?” Quincy raises her hand and waves it.

“Yeah, I’m lost.” Pomp chimes in, you smack his arm and try to push him out of the booth.

“The bartender!” Hip shouts.

“Why is it so shocking? He’s hot and he was flirting with me! I just have to ask him and it’ll be fine!” You were drunk, no doubt, because you would never talk about this sober.

No matter how much you flirted and joked, there was always a line of seriousness and you never went over it. Until now.

“You’ve got so many options though!” Hip whines. “Your outta his league.” You shook your head and glare at her.

“That’s what Kid said!” You gesture towards the bar again. “Like am I blind? The guy is hot. You’re all blind.” The group bursts into giggles as House finally stops laughing.

“Wait Kid said what?” She asks, smacking Quincy’s arm to shut her up.

“I said that I thought the bartender was cute and he said I’m too pretty for him, or something like that.” You slur out the words like it was obvious.

“Kid called you pretty?” Hip gasped, you stare at her and nod once, the motion made your head swim. “Oh shit! Pay up bitches!!!” You swing your head around the table as everyone begrudgingly hands over a few Berries to the smiling blonde.

“Wha-What’s happenin’?” You hiccup. House is laughing again and you try to kick her but miss and stub your toe hard. “Fuck!”

“Nothing!” Hip answers quickly. “Sooooo you think the bartenders cute?” She half stands up so she can see him better, he sees her and starts to come over, assuming she wants to order.

“Oh fuck,” Pomp whisper shouts. “We gotta get rid of him.” You nudge him again.

“Why?”

“No reason!” Hip pulls you back to her as Jon arrives at the table, he smiles widely at you and you wave back.

“You guys need another round?” He asks.

“Yes! Another round of beer please!” House shouts, louder than she actually needs to, a nervous smile on her face. Jon glances at you once more.

“What about you, gorgeous? Beer or a refill of your rum and coke?” He’s only focused on you, it makes you flush, the attention is nice.

“Beers fine-”

“She taken!” Quincy shouts, then covers her mouth.

“Oh?”

“No I’m not. What?” You mind is slow to catch up, scrunching your face at her. Jon laughs a little and shifts on his feet.

“She definitely is!” House adds in.

“Yeah? Is it the angry redhead at the counter?” He grins at you.

“Kid? No he’s my-”

“Yup! That’s him!” Pomp is the one who cuts you off this time. Jon keeps grinning at your confused face, like he was in on a joke about you. You frowned harder now.

“That makes sense, he was pretty insistent on paying for your drinks earlier.” He whistled lowly, you can barely hear it. “Surprised he hasn’t decked me yet.”

“Wait he paid for your drinks?” House asks, eyes wide, you nod slowly still confused. “When?”

“Uh earlier?”

“Before or after he called you pretty?”

“Before?”

House and Quincy let out a whoop, high fiving each other. Hip grumbles as she fished out the Berries they’d just given her back out and to their outstretched palms. The pair cheer again and split the cash.

“Well lemme go grab those drinks. Be right back.” Jon says as he’s waking away. You stare after him while your group congratulate each other.

“Why’d you say I’m taken?” You ask the table.

“Well… just to protect you, ya know?” House says.

“You’re drunk and we don’t want him creeping on you.” Hip rubs your back and you glare at her. Sure you’re drunk but not nearly as much as they normally get, you’ve seen all of them run off with someone blitzed out of their mind before. Why’d it be any different for you?

“I wanted to fuck him even when I was sober though.” You say, but the group pretends not to hear you as Jon returns. He places your drink last, giving you one last wink before leaving.

You get up after him, stepping over Pomp who tries to block you, but you push past him. It takes you two steps to catch up with Jon, you grab him arm to twist him around.

“Hey!” You flinch at your own shout, not meaning to be so loud. He’s lost the flirty smirk, his face neutral. “I’m not taken and I- I am interested.”

“You sure?” He asks unconvinced, but his eyes are lit up now. “You’re friends seem pretty sure you’re not.”

“I don’t know why they did that. I’m not with Kid or anyone else.” You state firmly, you don’t really want to ask him to bed outright, but at least you can clarify your status.

“I get it,” He chuckles and you move a little closer to hear him. “They’re looking out for you. But I’m 93% sure they’re rooting for you and the grumpy guy.” He gestures subtly behind you, though you’re anything but as you whip your head to look. Kid is watching with hard eyes, a look he usual reserved for when a fight is about to break out. The pretty lady from earlier is still there, leaning over him.

You laugh when you turn back to him, shaking your head slowly at his behavior. He’s got a hottie for the night, why couldn’t you get your own?

“I don’t know why they’re like this.” You sigh. “But like I said, I’m interested if you are.” That was as outright as you could say it, red cheeks betraying your embarrassment.

“My shift is over at 1. Clear your head and if you’re still around, I’ll come to you.” He offers and you’re a little grateful you have some time to sober up.

“1 o’clock. Gotcha!” You’re grinning back at him now. He nods and turns to go back to work, then pauses to look back at you with a grin.

“Oh and just so you’re aware. I’m pretty sure your friends are betting on your love life.” He throws out then strides off, you almost laugh. Instead you turn back to your group, they’re all watching, tense and ready to pounce.

“Stop betting on me!” You shout as you return, smack each one on the head as you sit.

[poly-thot-one-piece-edition]

Hat Trick

Eustass Kid x cisfem!Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: Language, violence, sexual themes, crass humor -

Summary: Hat Trick is a purely self-indulgent story. It's more porn than plot (at least at the start), but there's a story in there too.

It's my first multi-love story, and little slow going, but I hope you enjoy it.

18+ as always.

Chapter 4: Lawfully

The rest of the evening with Kid went well enough. He really enjoyed the older version of the movie, and you were able to watch most of it. You did hide into his chest a couple times, and he even told you when the offending scene was over, so you didn’t have to peek at your own risk.

It was really sweet, and not surprising. You had long since known that despite the bravado and attitude, Kid was kind. It was selective to people he cared about, and he could be a feral bastard when it concerned others, but sometimes a feral bastard was what was needed.

He left shortly after, and even in those few hours it had become more comfortable and more natural to touch and kiss one another. The apprehensive nervousness had melted away quickly, likely due to how long you had been friends. Even going into work with your next shift together was comfortable. Eustass laid off his usual levels of teasing and flirting, but he didn’t stop completely, so it didn’t feel weird.

It was a relief to, when Law and his friends came in to work out that nothing had changed between them. Or, if it had, it wasn’t obvious enough for you to pick up on.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday passed with ease, and you wished Eustass and Law well on their date. Law rolled his eyes at your word choice, but Kid laughed, promising to buy him dinner first.

You weren’t going to know how things went, part of the agreement was to not ask about it. It was mostly to keep Kid and Law from competing, but it was also so that no matter what happened no one else was worrying about the others gossiping. The three of you getting together once a month gave you all a chance to talk about what had been going on.

Everyone would be there, and that way no one was saying something secretly, or twisting facts to suit one or the other.

Not that you felt Kid or Law were duplicitous in the slightest. Kid was entirely too blunt to be deceptive, and while Law was strategic, he wouldn’t stoop to something like that. He’s more likely to decimate someone with facts - though you could see him being immeasurably deceitful and cruel if it was necessary to protect his crew. Kid would just burn the city down, but Law would cause the city to fall in on itself and see blame laid at the feet of whomever he wanted blamed for it.

Then there was Luffy. He was more to the point like Kid, but with less anger. Blunt like a hammer, destructive like a wrecking ball, with a fierce sense of personal honor. In the end you were glad all three weren’t your enemies, and relieved to know they were in alliance with one another.

The idea of them fighting one another left you thinking the Metro wouldn’t survive it - and this was a city that had weathered four emperors and seven warlords for decades at this point.

Whatever the case, Friday came, and that evening Law knocked at your door.

You were just as nervous with Law as you had been with Eustass.

He took off his heeled boots as the door closes behind him. A full six inches shorter than Eustass, the six-inch step up from the entrance to the hall wasn’t enough to have you and Law eye to eye, but it was closer.

Law takes his hat off and sets it on your head. “Should I get comfortable on the couch, or somewhere else, (Y/N)-ya?” He asks, his voice even and reassuring.

You take a step back, pulling the hat’s brim down a bit to hide your blushing face. “C-Couch.”

As he walks by, he ruffles the hat a little bit. “We’ll go at your pace, so just breathe.”

“Kid said something similar,” you admit, smiling a bit as you hear him grunt a little. “Are you hungry? I can order something.”

“I could eat,” he answers, sitting down on the couch. “Thai’s fine.”

Your mouth was open, but you snapped it shut, feeling your cheeks go hot. “Okay maybe I do order Thai too much.”

“The place nearby is good,” he admits, patting the couch next to him. “Order in a little bit, come and sit first.”

You smile a little to yourself, deciding to keep it tucked away how similar these two were. The little differences between them were enough to keep them from being clones, but that quiet kindness was the same. For Eustass it was tucked underneath a rough exterior and a loud voice, with Law it was hidden behind a well-practiced look of apathy and a tone that often sounded irritated before things had even started.

Instead of sitting beside him, you point to his lap. “May I?”

Law brings his legs together and opens his arms, a pleased smirk on his face as you straddle his lap the same way you had Kid’s. Your knees sink into the couch this time, Law’s body is lankier than Kid’s as he’s almost half as wide. He’s lithe and dexterous and built for parkour and suspension bondage – Eustass is a tank built to hold people in place while he rigs them into suspension bondage. You shove the thought into the back of your mind, dismissing it as Kid’s fault that you’ve had bondage on your mind since Monday.

Law’s cool hands are on your thighs. His expressions are more subtle than Eustass’, but there’s no mistaking the content look on his face right now.

“May I kiss you, Trafalgar Law?” You ask, cheeks going red and your eyes shifting away from his gaze as those pale yellow eyes threaten to cut you open and expose your soul as easily as breathing.

“As much as you wish,” he replies, his hands moving up your thighs to your lower back as lean forward. One hand on his chest, your other hand tilting back his hat that you’re still wearing, you lean down enough to brush your lips across his lightly. A soft zing of pleasure shivers down from your lips to your chest and you hear the same almost shivering gasp from him as you both catch your breath.

There’s a nearly palpable shift between the two of you. The hat falls to the couch as his hand was in your hair, cradling your head. Your body pressed against his as your lips crashed into one another. It was desperate frenzy as you both needed to be closer, to push into one another. You needed the cool doctor to ignite, you needed the soft taste of fruit and tea to disappear in the haze of pleasure as your tongues stole air from each other’s lungs.

The rush of pleasure and the lack of air has your dizzy and when you finally break the kiss Law needs to steady you as your head spins. Soft kisses from Law fall onto your neck and collarbone as you catch your breath.

“What the hell was that?” You gasp. It’s a purely rhetorical question, but the rush still has your head spinning.

“Attraction.” Law answers flatly.

Something about how he says it has you giggling. The giggle turns into a laugh and you’re looking into his eyes as the laugh turns into a wide smile, one that’s reflected on the somber man’s face as you put your forehead against his. You’ve seen Law smile genuinely maybe a dozen times in all the time you’ve known him, but this smile is somehow more beautiful and precious than any before it.

You tilt your head enough to kiss him again, softly, but persistently. Quiet gentle kisses exchanged between the two of you for a few moments as you sink comfortably against him.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur softly, and feel him tense. “I’m sorry I took so long, I’m sorry I fell for two.” You kiss him again and feel him relax. “I’m sorry we’re doing something so complicated. I’m sorry I couldn’t decide.”

His hands cup your face, holding you back a little and catching your gaze. The expression on his face is almost frustratingly neutral. “You have nothing to apologize for. I knew what I was getting into.” He pulls your face to his, kissing you softly. “I recall specifically telling you not to feel guilty, remember?”

You smile sweetly. “You did, my apologies.” You lean in, kissing him again before leaning back.

“Should I put that food order in? I rented a movie as well,” you explain, turning a bit look at the title again. “It’s called Clue, it’s an older movie, but it has multiple endings. It was that or something cerebral, and I figured it was better to go with something lighter.”

“Keeping things simple the first time?” He muses, and you nod. There’s a flicker on the stoic face and he lets a sigh slip. “It seems I’m a little jealous after all.”

“Hm?”

“You are not more, or less, to whoever is first with you, or who isn’t.” He says, “but it bothers me that he’ll get to hear you first.”

Your face goes red as you realize what he’s talking about. “It’s -.”

“We’re not going to have sex together at the same time,” he interrupts, his arms pulling you close as his low voice slips into your ear. “So someone was going to be first, and someone was going to have to wait. I’m not mad. I’m not complaining,” His tone is comforting, and his hands are moving over your back, sending little shivers through you. “But, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to hear you first.”

“Th-that’s…”

“You don’t need to do anything to me in return, (Y/N)-ya.” He assures you. “I won’t even need to take your clothes off.” His teeth tease your earlobe. “I won’t see anything first; I just want to hear you.”

“It feels like I’d be being unfair to you.” You admit.

“I promise, I’ll get all I want from it.”

You can practically feel the heat radiating off your face. “S-Sure, then.”

“Green?”

You nod. “Green.”

“Turn around, (Y/N)-ya,” he says, helping you shift so your back is to his chest, your legs on either side of his. He leans you back so your head is resting against his shoulder, and his hands slide down the front of you. “Relax, I’m not going to take anything off, I just want to hear you cum.”

His hands, cool to the touch with long fingers, disappear under your shirt and move over the curve of your bra. Dexterous fingers slip under the fabric of your bra and begin to tease your nipples. The soft cool touch sends shivers through you, causing your back to arch a little, and soft gasps to escape you. You can feel Law’s hot breath against your neck as he kisses the crook of it softly, wordlessly beckoning you to stay against him.

The cool sensation of his touch melts into something warm as the heat rises in you. You could feel yourself getting wet as he teases your stiff nipples. It send shivers of pleasure through you, and it was turning you on, but it wasn’t going to be enough. If it was, it was going to take forever to get you there, and the goal wasn’t to tease you for ages.

“Ah-mmm, Law, p-please,” your legs flex and you gasp as he pinches your nipples a little roughly.

“It’s not quite enough, is it?” He asks, his voice stern and almost apologetic.

You shake your head a little, your hands trembling against your shirt, shivering against the hands teasing you from under your shirt. “Hngh – it f-feels good, but, I n-need more, please!”

His left hand continues to tease your breast, his right hand traveling slowly down your stomach. “I promise I won’t go inside you,” he purrs into your ear. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

You make a strangled needy sound, your hand going over your eyes as you can feel your face practically glowing.

“My… um…”

“Be very specific, (Y/N)-ya, I’ll touch you exactly where you say.” He promises, his fingers teasing along the waist band of your pants. “I know my studious little polyglot remembers the proper term.” His lips brush against the flushed sensitive skin of your neck and you weren’t sure for a moment that you knew the proper term for yourself.

“G-glans clitoris… Clitoris glans?” You chuckle nervously, “I don’t remember my name right now.” You admit, tilting your head toward his neck and shifting enough to lick just below his ear. “Please, Law.”

You could hear him suck in a breath just as he spread his legs, opening yours wide as his fingers slipped past your waist band, under your panties and against your clit. His left-hand tenses against your breast, holding you against his chest as you buck against the sudden pleasure, your earlier begging turning into a sweet moan right by his ear.

You squirm against the pleasure, caught and held against his taut body. Skilled fingers tease your clit and relentlessly tease your nipple as you shiver against him. You can feel the cool metal of his rings against your skin, your arms pinned behind his, fingers grasping for the parts of him that they could reach. You weren’t even sure when he had moved to hold you in place like this, but the rising pleasure was intense, and you could only endure it.

A rough kiss, barely restrained, against the rise of your shoulder pushes you over the edge.

“L-Laaa-hhnngh!” His name melts into the sound of your orgasm as your body shudders against him. You let the gasping moans tumble from your lips as his fingers help you ride the wave of pleasure completely. Collapsing against him, twitching as his fingers tease you one last time before leaving you to catch your breath, your legs twitch against his, still trying to close from the pleasure.

You’re vaguely aware of him sucking the tips of his fingers clean as you catch your breath, and the act makes the heat rush back into your face. “That was delicious, (Y/N)-ya.” He says, his voice even and matter-of-fact.

That unshakable calm runs a pleasurable chill down your neck, but also makes you wonder what you could do to shake it. You move to get up and Law’s arms wrap around you. There’s enough resistance to stop you, but not enough to hold you if you decide to keep moving. You lean back and the scruff of his goatee tickles your neck as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“Stay like this,” he requests. “Just for a moment.”

“Sure.” You reply, rubbing your cheek against his softly. “You okay?”

“I am.” He assures you, kissing your check. “However this goes, without worrying about the alliance, you tell me if he hurts you. Accidental or otherwise. No matter what you choose, even if I’ve said I need time, understand?”

“You make it sound like you’ve given up.” You say sadly. You hadn’t meant to make it sound like Eustass was going to be your pick just because you had decided to sleep with him that way first.

Law nips your ear, teasing the tingling flesh between his teeth for a moment and eliciting a soft moan from you. “I haven’t. I just wanted to say as much now. Besides – here, get up for a moment.” He says, letting you go and letting your stand up. He leans back against the couch, draping his arms over the back of it. “I think you haven’t realized you have four choices you can make at the end of this, (Y/N)-ya.”

Your head tilts. “Four?” Law nods, but doesn’t say anything. You start counting on your fingers. “One, the other, neither…” You pause and your brows furrow. “Both?” He gives you an easy smile and you feel your face flush again. “I… I thought that, um, wasn’t… possible. You two don’t really, I mean…”

You sit down on the coffee table, hands on your knees, looking down at the carpet between you and Law. “I don’t know what to think about that.”

“Then for now, don’t think about it.” He says easily. “There’s two full months and change between now and then. You don’t have to decide in the next few minutes, or the next few days.” He puts his hat back on your head. “For now, order some Thai, start the movie, and let me steal another kiss or two before the evening’s done.”

Law reaches out and tilts your chin up, kissing the tip of your nose. “And I promise it will be a good evening for me.”

[astelren]

OP to you being clueless to their flirting/feelings II

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Teasing, Nothing much, Doflamingo being extra like always, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Nico Robin, Nami, Eustass Kid, Killer, Donquixote Doflamingo, Crocodile, Dracule Mihawk, Koby

⤠ Part I ⤟ One Piece Masterlist ⤠ Cbat Song ⤟

someone asked for Doflamingo, Mihawk, and Crocodile so here they are 💞💞 I hope you will like this, I'm not so sure about certain characters fhfkf

In Robin's eyes, you are the cutest thing she ever saw in her life. You are so adorable over how completely oblivious you are to her flirting or everyone else's, she doesn't really have the heart to tease you that much. Still expect a very soft and kind "I like you very much" from her while she caresses your cheek in a very intimate moment.

Truth to be told, Kid hates you just a little bit. How fucking oblivious can you actually be?? Like, hello??? He's being flirting with you for ages, why don't you get the hint already??? Does he have to scream at you his love?! Because he won't do it. Just no. Accept his gifts of love which consisting of intense bullying (with love)

Killer doesn't mind that much. Sure, sometimes he does get slightly annoyed by it, but seeing you smile makes him forget about it. He also seems the type to not confess and prefers to watch you from afar, so it doesn't surprise me that you didn't get his "flirting", since he just clearly favours you (don't say it in front of Kidd though, he might get pissed about it lmao)

Just endless teasing from Nami, we can end it there. You are just so cute, so oblivious, so adorable that she wants to squeeze you! Doesn't mind that much that you don't get it when she is flirting you, she just makes it very hard to not get the hint when she is so straightforward with her feelings, loving to see you getting so embarrassed.

How the fuck did you managed to think that Doflamingo is just being friendly (or nice) is beyond me. But okay. He clearly favours you with; luxurious gifts (even if you try to reject them), his attention only on you, and his not at all subtle flirting. Why should he hide his feelings when he can say time and time again how he likes you and wishes you to be a part of his family, he swears you will make a new beautiful addition.

The same could be said about Crocodile, much to his despise. He clearly favours you over others and doesn't mind flirting to the point of calling you different pet names without shame (I feel like he's the type of calling you doll, pretty face, beauty, etc). More protective of you since your obliviousness, but overall just finds it a charme. Sometimes he wishes you will get the hint though, deeply sighing whatever you comment over how nice Crocodile is.

I feel like Mihawk would be very similar to Killer; just a lot more open with his feelings, his eyebrows frowning whatever you say what good friends you two are when he thought his way of courting you was very obvious but it's not like he minds it that much, he finds it quite cute how clueless you are. More excuses to protect you!

Koby is as bad as you are, so don't worry. He can't fathom the idea that his biggest crush ever has feelings for him, he simply can't accept it. However that doesn't mean he won't stop flirting with you even if you don't it get, he finds it a bit cute to be honest, but he will make sure you get how much his heart beats for you. He is very determined.

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