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Emerald Eyes pt.2 (Law, Sabo, Kid, Katakuri)

Pairings: Law x Reader; Sabo x Reader; Kid x Reader; Katakuri x Reader Summary: How he acts when he is jealous Warnings: Some Angst, Fluff, Female Reader A/N: (Requested by @cartoonykatbird) I hope you enjoy :) [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace] _____

- Law -

Law had been looking for you for a while now but when he finally finds you, you were grinning at the pages of a somewhat familiar book in your hands. He was confused, but slightly amused nonetheless as he observes you from the doorway where you are yet to notice his presence.

"[y/n]-ya?"

"Law!"

You say, and though startled you quickly shake out of it. You curse yourself as you know you have been caught grinning like an idiot looking at your favourite character from the book, or rather manga, you had recently become immersed in. Nevertheless, you stand to greet your boyfriend in the doorway with a smile on your face.

"What were you reading?"

He asks when you approach, and you have to fight to keep the flush off your face. "Nothing..." You murmur, unconvincingly even to yourself, as your words dwindle towards the end. "[y/n]-ya?" You look up to your boyfriend who raises his eyebrows to you, an unusual look on his face.

"It's not about that guy, Levi Ackerman, again is it?"

You roll your eyes as you watch the way the amusement in his eyes starts to subside into distaste. You almost have to stifle a laugh at how quickly his mood has changed when he realises you are reading the Attack on Titan manga once more. You had shown him earlier but for 'some reason', he had become irritated by the way you had gushed about your favourite character.

"Maybe..." You murmur. Law lets out a dramatic sigh at that, and he tries to pry the manga from your hands. "[y/n]-ya," he says when you move and step away so he doesn't get it. You start to giggle and run away from his shadowed face, making a run for the bed as you smile at him teasingly.

"No, you can't take this away from me!"

Law's eyebrows twitch as he watches you become distracted in the pages again; you need to finish the manga quickly before he pries it from your hands. He is filled with a feeling he knows to be jealousy and curses the way you have him so wrapped around your finger he can't even handle you fawning over a fictional character.

"Room!"

"Law! Don't you dare-"

But it's too late, soon what's in your hands is a plate from the kitchen rather than the manga you had been trying to finish. "Law!" You exclaim putting the dish to the side and crossing your arms in mock irritation. Your boyfriend, however, is now satisfied that your attention is off the fictional character you seem to adore and back on him.

He makes his way to your side and forces you to look at him, as a hand guides your pouting face to his. "I don't know why you're so obsessed with him anyway." He mumbles, you roll your eyes, feeling some of your annoyance relent at the pettiness your boyfriend holds over such an inconsequential matter.

"Hmm, he's mysterious, dark, handsome, strong..." You say as you look up to him and his sharp eyes teasingly. He leans in dangerously close as he observes your suggestive stare, a smirk starts to linger on his face as he leans in closer to you. "Sounds like someone else I know, [y/n]-ya..." You grin as he inches closer. "Yeah?"

"Yes, but as an added bonus, I'm tall too."

- Sabo -

Sabo knows of your friendship with his brother and as much as he absolutely adores how close the two of you are, he can't help but feel slightly neglected. He observes as the two of you converse rapidly, your energy and personalities a seeming match from heaven as you both keep yourselves entertained in the other's presence.

It was only supposed to be a short stop-by before the two of you made yourselves back to headquarters, but what was supposed to be an hour ended up being half the day. Sabo didn't mind initially, happy to see that his brother and his crew were doing well, but as he observes the chemistry you share with Luffy, he hates that he has to fight the envy that wants to fill his senses.

He didn't know what he was so jealous of. Was it you who formed such a deep connection with his brother so easily? Or was it his brother who seemed to gather your attention and laughter like it was nothing? When he hears your angelic laughter fill his ears, he figures it is the latter that wins.

You absolutely adored Luffy, having heard an abundance of stories about him from your boyfriend and time passed so easily. You both ate and fished and laughed and shared your experiences together and you honestly couldn't remember a time spent with more fun. It is only when you check the time and see how far it has gone into the afternoon, that you realise that you and your boyfriend need to get going.

Everyone gathers to say their goodbyes, and Luffy gives you an extra long hug, a wide smile adorning his face. "Shi, shi, shi. Bye [y/n]!" You return his hug with as much enthusiasm as he does. "Bye Lu!!" And soon, you are headed back with your boyfriend.

You noticed that Sabo had been acting weirdly when you found yourself rambling to him about the times you spent with his brother and he had not replied for a while. You observe the crease between his brow, as though concentrating hard on his thoughts, and the frown on his face had done nothing to waver.

Your own concern brims as you look at his uncharacteristic manner, and so you reach out and hold one of his hands in yours. "Hey, are you alright?" Sabo seems to break free from his thoughts momentarily and he looks at your gaze hesitantly and with a tint of shame in his eyes, but you could not fathom why.

"It's just-" He stops, almost scolding himself for getting worked up over something so stupid. You look at him questioningly and urge him on silently, and he sighs before continuing his words.

"Do you enjoy my company?"

You freeze, a little surprised by the question that slips his lips, so much so you let out an airy laugh. However, when you see the way Sabo's concern doesn't fade, you reply to him earnestly with a smile on your face. "Of course, Sabo. I'm dating you for a reason you know?" Sabo nods, some of his insecurity and envy fading away, but then he asks the question that had been gnawing at him most.

"But do you enjoy my company more than Luffy's?"

That is when you are truly shocked. You raise your eyebrows in utter surprise, but you also see the way your boyfriend has thought long about this and it has been eating away at the security he usually had in your relationship. You squeeze his hand lightly when he goes to turn away, and he keeps his wandering gaze on you.

"Sabo, I absolutely adore your brother. He's fun and energetic, and I love getting to know him because I feel like I'm getting to know someone important to you too. But Sabo, I love you. No one could compare to you."

When your boyfriend looks at you next it is like all his worry has diminished and his stupidity gone as quickly as your words had reassured him. "So would you stop being so jealous, of your brother?" You ask, rolling your eyes at his antics. Sabo smiles shyly, breaking free from whatever thoughts had clouded his mind earlier.

"Sorry love, I guess I just needed the reassurance." He captures your lips before the two of you approach port, and you can feel his growing smile against you. "That's okay love, everyone needs that sometimes." Sabo's grin is as warm as the setting sun as he looks down at you. You, so perfect and kind and devoted to him.

"I love you."

- Kid -

The last thing you would ever expect when wandering the streets with Eustass Kid is for someone to hit on you. Because though you are known to be able to handle yourself, you could not fathom which poor soul would be willing to undergo his utter wrath.

So, when someone does hit on you, it is usually in his absence, and he usually does not learn of it after you deal with it because you don't want unnecessary murder. You figure now was another one of those times when a young, handsome man spoke to you as though you would reciprocate his obvious advances.

The only reason you let him talk to you in the first place was to receive free drinks at the bar where you awaited your boyfriend. You were a pirate first after all - more specifically a Kid Pirate - you couldn't deny a man who so willingly offered something free of charge.

"Here you are love," the man had handed you a drink quicker than you could accept or decline, but of course you accept. Balancing the drink in your hold you smile politely and boldly. "Thank you," you say to him but his grin quickly diminishes when you go to turn away.

"Woah, woah, wait a minute. Don't you kinda owe me something?"

You force down a grimace when the man reaches out a hand to you and makes you face him, his stench reeking of the alcohol in his system. "Excuse me?" You ask, impatience brimming in you. You, after all, were dating Eustass Kid, and your anger and bravery often matched his own. "You passed me the drink willingly, I never said anything about paying you back for that."

The man starts to frown but his eyes ignite with a spark you know all too well. He liked a challenge, and you were a very attractive challenge to him right now. "Now let me tell you something, sweetheart-"

The man in front of you is about to say something, but that is when the air of the bar you were in becomes suddenly cold. The other patrons around you go silent as they notice a looming figure enter, his sharp eyes pointed directly at you. It is for good reason, however, as it is Eustass Kid and members of his crew that saunter in.

"Oh, hey babe!"

You exclaim, a smile on your face, but it does nothing to diminish the spark Kid feels in his chest. The man's hand was still on your face, and it fell limply to his side as he turned to you and then back at Kid. "W-Wait, he's your boyfriend?" He stammers out, shock and fear clear in his senses. "Captain and boyfriend, actually," you say. Satisfied that you are finally free of the man's touch, and finally receiving the respect you deserve.

When Kid finally approaches you, he is filled with a sudden envy that clouds his system and he does not know how to rid of it except with his anger. How dare another man touch your skin so carelessly? Just who does he think he is? Kid instantly steps in front of you, your words filling the air as he does.

"Oh, this is uh, I actually forgot his name, but he got me a drink see. Maybe let him down a bit easy babe-"

Kid growls under his breath at your words, as he stares intimidatingly at the man who looks like he's about to pass out right then and there. "Is that right?" The man's eyes are now wide as saucers but it does nothing to spare him as Kid summons a variety of metals and all of a sudden he is flung from the bar out the window.

The moment of silence only lingers for a second longer before those around you return to their respective conversations and keep their heads low to not attract the attention of your boyfriend. You, however, behold none of the fear they do and roll your eyes at him. "I had it under control, you know?" You say as you look up to his burning red eyes. A half-smirk enlightens his face as he leans down to capture your lips.

"I know doll, but no one gets to touch you like that."

- Katakuri -

Katakuri absolutely adored you. You were kind, compassionate, strong, caring, loving; everything he could ever want in a partner. Even those of the Charlotte Family and Big Mom Crew knew of your appealing qualities and grew fond of you. You just seemed to get along with everyone and your strength in battle made you respected even by Big Mom herself.

Almost everyone knew of your courtship with Katakuri, the two of you had grown up together and everyone had approved of your relationship. Scarcely anyone would come between the two of you, both because they knew of your loyalty and also because of their fear of what Katakuri would do if he found out.

However, the newcomer of Big Mom's crew just didn't seem to get the memo.

You, to Katakuri's displeasure, had the job of showing him around and telling him how everything worked on Whole Cake Island. It had taken from him much of the time the two of you would usually spend together, and he would be lying to say he did not miss you.

One day he had been observing, as usual, the events and occurrences that take place on Whole Cake Island, but his attention had been taken away by his favourite sound in the world: Your voice. Except it was directed at the man you had been showing around, and suddenly instead of the usual way in which he observed, he fought the urge to go down to you and bring you to his side instead.

"And that's it," you say looking to the man you had been showing around for just longer than a week now. "I think you'll get the hang of things pretty quickly. Just stay out of trouble."

You smile politely and go to leave, glad that your job is finally over as you can see Katakuri again. You had missed him. The newbie was okay, to say the least, but he was also young and you hoped his ego wouldn't get him under Big Mom's radar.

"Wait, where are you going in a hurry?"

You turn surprised to see that the man has placed a strong hand on your arm, looking at you with a wide smirk on his face. You force yourself not to frown at his boldness.

"I thought we had a good thing going." He speaks to you with a suggestive tint to his words. "Excuse me?" He grins further as though he thought you were just playing hard to get. "Come on, you spent all that time with me, I know you want something from me."

You roll your eyes at his words. "It was my job, and I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I already have a boyfriend." He bites back a laugh as he meets your stern gaze on his. "Oh come on, who's-"

"She's with me."

You look up surprised to see your boyfriend approaching you, but his eyes are trained on where the man still holds your skin. The man, though seemingly oblivious, seems to get the hint and releases you of his hold.

"You? You can't be serious-"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

There is a deep silence as Katakuri pries you into his side and looks to the newcomer purposefully, a dangerous look lingering in his eyes. The man finally reads the air and bolts. Who wouldn't in the face of one of Big Mom's strongest Commanders?

In his prompt absence, he turns to you, a gentle hand underneath your face as he looks at you gently. "Are you okay, love?" You smile warmly as you lean into his touch and hum. "You know I had that all under control right?" Katakuri's eyes seem to spark at the reminder, but his fond gaze remains as he looks down at you.

"I know, I just wanted to remind him who you truly belong to."

[livelaughloveluffy]

idk but I just feel like luffy, ace, sanji (obviously lol) zoro, and law would have a thing for plus size reader, who is sweet and naturally gets along with almost everyone but can also be a bit naive

plus size reader - monster trio, ace, law, and eustass

a/n: thank you so much for the request!!! it's definitely something that has fallen in my inbox before and i would love to write about it because i totally agree that these men would loveeeee plus size women 😌 (i'm 100% biased but shhhhhh lets not talk about that) i definitely took some creative liberty while writing this so i hopefully you enjoy!!

a/n: in typical fanfic writer fashion, i'm like actually so miserably sick right now, i have a really bad cough, my head hurts so bad, i feel super hot, and i can't even take cold medicine because of my antidepressants 😭😭😭 so if i start to not make sense, thats why 😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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monkey d. luffy

-he's such a cuddly baby. luffy will 100% wrap his arms and legs around you, like a little koala, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he just wants all of you, all the time.

-the captain of the straw hats never ceases to amaze you with his strength as he often picks you up with such ease to either hold you close to him, with your legs wrapped around his waist, or to throw you over his shoulder, carrying you around the thousand sunny without a care in the world. luffy typically picks you up when he's extra excited to see you, needing to have you as close as possible. his grip on your body is always so tight, over his dead body would he ever let you fall.

-luffy refuses to believe that you don't see the beauty in yourself. his eyes widen in pure shock when he overhears you talking about your insecurities with nami. since that day, whenever you hear the captain talk about you, it's always with the phrase "the prettiest girl alive", with the widest smile on his face.

-he just can't help but constantly cover you with kisses. luffy is so proud to be able to have you, and he will happily shout from rooftops about his love for you, so shame about pda is absolutely nonexistent. it's a frequent occurrence for the captain to run up to you, smother you in kisses, and then run off to his other shenanigans.

roronoa zoro

_he's so proud to have you. when the two of you are together, he shows you off as if you're the shiniest trophy. his arm tightly intertwined with yours as the two of you hold hands walking the town of a new island. the green-haired boy always wants you as close to him as humanly possible, your bodies are always pressed next to each other, as if you were glued together, when side by side.

-zoro, who can pick you up with ease. when you are hugging him, he'll lift your feet off the ground, arms tight around your waist and spin you, only to then throw you over his shoulder like its nothing, taking you back to his bed. in a similar vein, he also often asks you to help him train, practically begging you to sit or lay on his back as he does hundreds of push-ups with ease. even if you try to protest and say you're too heavy, he'll scoff and pull you in for a tight hug. then picks you up and puts you on his back, making you cross your legs around his waist, and begin his training anyways.

-he's extra protective with you. especially when you two are exploring a new island, his hand is tightly gripping your waist as you walk side by side, and if you ever ask him why he'll turn to you and reply "just need to let everyone know you're mine." with the faintest hint of a growl in his voice. glares at anyone who dares to look your way for too long.

-the swordsman who is infatuated with your love handles. whenever you are just standing somewhere on the sunny, he'll come up behind you and grab your hips, pulling your body back into him. he'll rest his chin on your shoulder and when you ask him what he's doing he'll just reply with a simple "mmm, just missed you." drinking in the closeness of your presence.

black leg sanji

-the way this man is absolutely obsessed with curvier women. sanji constantly tells you how much of a goddess you are "mon amour, you're even more beautiful than aphrodite herself."

-the curly-browed blonde worships you and your body. when you are in only a bra and underwear in front of him, he takes his time to admire the absolute work of art you are. getting on his knees to stare up at you, placing his hands one on each of your thighs, working his way up to your stomach and hips, kissing along where his hands had just been. this becomes a ritual for him. he absolutely refuses to do anything more serious before getting to take his time adoring and worshipping you.

-sanji is constantly reminding you of how beautiful you are. he's saying it loudly, whispering it in your ear, and everything in between. you hear compliments from him a minimum of 100 times a day, and with the way his eyes widen and sparkle, you can tell how much he truly means it.

-he's genuinely heartbroken if he every found out that you didn't like your body or if you feel a bit insecure. sanji's eyes suddenly well up with tears as he explains that it hurts him to the core that you would see yourself so completely opposite to the way he sees you, "you're utterly ethereal, mon cheri. a work of art too perfect for this world." and he'll do anything to prove how much he means it. he'll leave gentle and delicate kisses all over your body and skin for hours, murmuring praises under his breath the entire time.

portgas d. ace

-ace was absolutely loud and proud about how attractive he found you from the very first time he laid his eyes on you. his gravely voice could be heard shouting across the moby dick "lookin' good, gorgeous." with the widest smile.

-the freckled boy will slide his hands up under your shirt, gently moving them up and down your hips and torso. ace has a carnal need to feel your skin, and there's nothing he loves more than getting to rest his hands on your stomach, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and leaving kisses down your neck as he does so.

-he loves to grab your ass. at first, ace tried to be subtle about it, starting by resting his hand on the smalls of your back, and slowly letting it fall lower until he reached your ass, and waiting a little bit before giving it a gentle squeeze. but as time progressed, he got more bold and unabashed about this form of pda, he's totally unbothered by the stares of the other crewmembers of the whitebeard pirates, returning their looks with the smuggest smile you've ever seen.

-ace will never let you forget how stunning you are. whenever he gets the chance, he'll be whispering in your ear about how gorgeous you are, how he's never seen anyone as beautiful as you, how he's so lucky to have you, and many other similar sentiments.

trafalgar water d. law

-like luffy, law is a lot more cuddly with you. often teleporting to stand right behind you, wrapping his arms around the center of your torso, pulling you close into him, his voice whispering in your ear "hi, beautiful." he always has a hand on you, whether it's on your thigh, your back, intertwined with your own hand, he simply can't resist you. the cruelest form of torture to the captain is not being able to touch you.

-praise galore. the captain is always finding subtle ways to praise you, trying to casually slip his compliments in during conversations. law often address you as "beautiful" or "my pretty girl", making it rare to hear your name slip from the law's lips.

-law is also extremely protective over you. his sharp eyes and stinging glare shoots at anyone who looks at you in a way he doesn't agree with. his hand holding onto your waist, pulling you close into him, with your head resting against his shoulder is law's ideal way to walk side by side with you.

eustass captain kid

-he's soooo loud about how attractive he finds you. it's an every day occurrence for you to hear the red-haired captain shout "oi, hot stuff, come bring your fine ass over here!" across the deck of the victoria punk. it's more common for kid to call you "hot stuff" or "doll" than it is for him to use your actual name, to the point that when you hear the captain using your name rather than a pet name, you genuinely think you're in trouble.

-eustass is so touchy. he literally cannot get enough of you, his large metal hand is always grabbing your ass or your hip, with his other hand running all over the side of your body. he's also not above leaving red lipstick stains all over your neck (and chest if you're wearing a top with a lower neckline). he leaves zero room for anyone to question who you're with.

-kid is obsessed with throwing you around, he's constantly picking you up and carrying you around the victoria punk. he'll put you up on his shoulders, loving the way your thighs squeeze around his head. throwing you over his shoulder, metal hand on your ass to make sure you don't slip. holding you by your waist with your legs wrapped around his. it's rare for you to be with eustass and for him to not be carrying you, its like second nature to him. and this man gets so fussy if you want to be put down. softly growling in your ear "make me.." while tightening his grip on you, refusing you to wiggle free from his grasp.

-the red-haired captain is genuinely angry if he hears you, or anyone else, talk poorly about you. nothing pisses him off faster than hearing untrue statements about the love of his life. the piercing glare he'll shoot your way if you start to talk down to yourself could kill. eustass will pull you close to him, whispering in your ear, the slightest hint of a growl in his gruff voice as he says "let me show you just how beautiful you are."

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a/n: i really struggled finishing this because it's lowkey hard to think straight with my head pounding but you'll have to pry my laptop out of my cold dead hands if you think i'm going to let being sick stop me from writing some fanfic 😌

a/n: also sorry for cutting law's part a little short, i literally can't look at my computer any longer 💀

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[st4rpiece]

tall girl epidemic

SFW

characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, kidd x reader summary: op men who love tall women CW: jealousy (kidd) but aside from that just fluff [specified reader physical traits include: height (obviously), body scars, and multiple different body types (chubby/curvy, buff/muscular, skinny/slim)]

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Monkey D. Luffy

Since meeting you, Luffy hasn’t stopped lifting you up into the air for the silliest reasons. He wants a snack? Suddenly, you’re in his arms, tagging along to the kitchen. Running from an enemy? There you are again, scooped up like you’re part of the escape plan. It didn’t matter the situation—if Luffy decided it was easier to carry you, he’d do it without hesitation.

At first, it caught you off guard. After all, you weren’t exactly small. At 6’5, you were taller than most, and your solid frame was a testament to years of training and battle. You weren’t delicate or light, and yet Luffy carried you like it was nothing, grinning all the while like hauling you around was as easy as lifting a feather.

“Doesn’t this ever get tiring?” you’d finally asked one day, your tone half-amused, half-exasperated as he picked you up for the third time in a single afternoon.

He tilted his head, flashing you that carefree smile of his. “Nope!”

“Seriously?”

He giggled, spinning you once before setting you down gently. “I just like having you in my arms! You’re fun to carry.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not a toy, Lu. If anything, I should be carrying you. It makes way more sense.”

“I don’t think so, plus you’ve carried me before,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if the occasional over the shoulder ride after a battle evened the score. “So it’s only fair I get to carry you too!”

You didn’t have much of a rebuttal for that, so you just sighed and let him have his way. Truthfully, you didn’t mind all that much.

Being with Luffy was exciting—not just because of the adventures or the friends you’d made thanks to him, but because of how he made you feel. You’d never been the type to consider yourself “delicate” or “soft.” You were a warrior in your country, someone who had earned her place through grit and strength. Your body bore the scars of countless battles, and your imposing stature had always been enough to make others think twice before approaching you.

But none of that seemed to matter to Luffy.

He never treated you like you were intimidating or unreachable. Instead, he saw you in a way no one else ever had—as someone strong, yes, but also someone worth cherishing. He didn’t limit your freedom or strength, didn’t try to box you into a role that didn’t fit. But somehow, even with all that respect, he still managed to make you feel like a fragile princess in the best way.

And it was never in a way that undermined who you were. He’d wrap you up in his stretchy arms when you were upset, pulling you into one of his over-the-top hugs, but he’d laugh and tell you how cool you looked when you took down an opponent twice your size, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

“That was amazing!“ he’d say with the same enthusiasm he gave to talking about meat or a beetle, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

It was strange at first, this mix of being treated like someone soft and someone indestructible, but Luffy had a way of balancing both without ever making it feel forced.

It was early in your relationship, when both developed the habit of sitting on the deck and watching the stars after dinner. You would fiddled with the brim of his hat that rested on your head as he leaned back, resting his arms behind his head.

“You know,” you started, your voice softer than usual, “I don’t really get you sometimes.”

“Huh? What’s there to get?” he asked, turning to look at you with wide, curious eyes.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “Just… the way you treat me, I guess.”

“What about it?”

“It’s just different from what i’m use to,” you admitted, your gaze dropping to the deck. “Most people either treat me like I’m too strong to need anyone or that I’m not…feminine enough to deserve proper treatment.”

Luffy frowned at that, sitting up and tilting his head. “That’s dumb.”

You looked at him, a little startled by the bluntness of his response. “What?”

“They’re dumb,” he said simply, shrugging as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re strong and you’re pretty. Why would it be one or the other?”

His words were so straightforward, so unfiltered, that you didn’t know how to respond. You could feel your cheeks warming, and you quickly looked away, pretending to adjust his hat.

“Anyway,” he continued, leaning back on his hands again, “I like you and the crew likes you just the way you are. And if other people can’t see how awesome you are, that’s their problem, not yours.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, letting his words settle over you. Then, with a small smile tugging at your lips, you reached over and gently tugged on his cheek.

“Cheesy,” you muttered, but there was no heat behind your words.

“And you love it,” he teased, grinning as he leaned into your hand.

You couldn’t argue with that. And honestly, you didn’t want to. He was right, you did love it.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro claimed he didn’t have a type. He wasn’t exactly experienced in the dating world, and honestly? He’d settle for the first person who asked him out. His standards when it comes to dating were low, maybe embarrassingly so. He figured relationships didn’t need to be complicated, and it doesn’t help that romance isn’t something he gives much thought to.

His ideologies for sure had Nami rolling her eyes so hard she nearly sprained something while she “convinced” him to go on this blind date. (Probably just mentioned sake).

“Don’t embarrass me,” she’d said, narrowing her eyes at him. “Just…try to be normal.”

Zoro wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but here he was, sitting in a dimly lit restaurant and already regretting the whole thing. He didn’t have much in the way of expectations, and if he was being honest, he’d already been planning how to politely bail when the evening inevitably turned awkward.

What he wasn’t expecting, though, was you.

When the doors opened and you walked in, Zoro thought for a second that maybe Nami had set him up as some kind of joke. You were…tall. Really tall. At least 6’7, towering over everyone else in the room like it was nothing. But it wasn’t just your height that threw him for a loop. No, it was the way you carried yourself—strong and confident, with curves that made his mouth feel suddenly dry.

And then you smiled.

It was the kind of smile that could light up a whole damn room, warm and genuine, and Zoro had no idea what to do with himself. He froze in place, staring at you like an idiot as you approached the table.

But just as you reached it, you bumped into the corner, your face twisting into an embarrassed grimace as you muttered a barely audible, “Sorry.”

You adjusted your stance quickly, smoothing out your clothes before meeting his gaze. The confident smile returned, but there was a hint of nervousness in your eyes now as you introduced yourself, “…and you must be Zoro.”

Zoro blinked, realizing he’d been sitting there silently like a moron. He cleared his throat, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. “Uh…yeah. That’s me.”

For the first time in a long time, Zoro didn’t know what to say. You were stunning—intimidatingly so, but not in a bad way. More like in a way that made him feel completely unprepared.

“I, uh…didn’t expect…” He trailed off, realizing how stupid that sounded. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to find the words. “I mean…it’s nice to meet you.”

You smiled again, a little softer this time, and sat down across from him. The chair groaned slightly under your weight, but you barely seemed to notice. Zoro, however, was hyper-aware of everything about you—the way your hair framed your face, the faint scent of your perfume, and the way you fiddled with your hands nervously even though you looked like someone who could crush him without breaking a sweat.

“So,” you said, your voice breaking the silence, “should we just dive into the awkward small talk, or do you want to skip straight to figuring out if we’re compatible?”

Zoro smirked, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Depends. What kind of small talk are we talking about?”

“Well, for starters,” you said, leaning in just a little, “what’s the deal with Nami setting us up? She made it seep like you were being held at gun point when you agreed to come.”

Zoro let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “That’s ‘cause I was. Basically told me that I needed to stop being a ‘grumpy loner’ and put myself out there.”

“Well, are you a grumpy loner?” you teased, arching a brow.

“Depends on the day,” he replied, his lips twitching into a rare smile.

The conversation began to flow more naturally after that, and Zoro found himself surprisingly at ease in your presence. You were funny, sharp-witted, and refreshingly down-to-earth. And despite your intimidating height and striking appearance, you had this endearing mix of confidence and awkwardness that made Zoro’s chest feel…weird. Warm, maybe.

He wasn’t sure what it was yet, but one thing was certain: Nami might’ve been onto something.

And as the night went on, Zoro started thinking that maybe—just maybe—he had a type after all.

God Usopp

Usopp’s ability to turn his lies into facts never failed to amaze his crew, no matter how many times it happened. Whether it was fooling enemies into thinking he had an army at his back or convincing others he’d singlehandedly taken down giants, his bluffs always seemed to find a way to come true.

But this time, it felt like he might’ve gone too far.

The night had started innocently enough. They’d walked into the bustling bar, ready to unwind after a long day, and Usopp had quickly taken center stage, boasting to anyone who’d listen about his supposed luck with women. According to him, he had a magnetic charm—women practically threw themselves at him. He spun story after story, weaving tales of effortless flirtations and grand romances, all while nursing his drink like it was the elixir fueling his confidence.

The crew had been amused, as usual, letting him have his moment. That was, until he pushed his luck.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Usopp declared suddenly, slamming his glass down on the table for dramatic effect. “The next woman who walks through that door, I’ll ask her out!”

“Yeah, right,” Zoro snorted, leaning back in his chair with a skeptical smirk.

“Bet you a thousand berries you’ll chicken out,” Sanji added, lighting a cigarette.

Even Luffy was grinning ear to ear, clearly enjoying the show.

Fueled by their jeers and the buzz of alcohol in his system, Usopp puffed out his chest, confidence radiating off him. “Wait and see! I’ll show you virgin’s how it’s done!”

And then the door swung open.

You walked in, tall, curvy, and striking, with an air of quiet shyness that somehow made you even more intriguing. Your height was intimidating, sure—enough to make most people hesitate—but that didn’t stop the crew’s attention from snapping right to you.

Unfortunately for Usopp, his confidence evaporated the second he saw you. His jaw dropped slightly, and he sank lower in his seat, as if trying to disappear.

Too hot. Way too hot, he thought, panic rising in his chest.

There was absolutely no way he could approach you. But before he could retract his bold declaration, Luffy—ever the instigator—practically shouted across the bar:

“Hey Usopp, a girl just walked in!”

The room went quiet for a beat, every head turning toward your direction—including yours.

Usopp froze, his face turning beet red as the crew burst into laughter at his horrified expression. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, wishing the floor would swallow him whole.

“Don’t back out now, lover boy,” Zoro teased, raising his glass.

Sanji smirked, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Yeah, come on lover boy. Show us “virgin’s” how it’s done.”

It took a solid five minutes of relentless goading, prodding, and Sanji’s smug remarks before Usopp finally caved. His legs felt like lead as he dragged himself across the bar toward your table, his nerves threatening to take him out entirely.

You, meanwhile, had been watching the whole ordeal out of the corner of your eye, trying not to laugh. It was obvious the group of men was teasing him, but when you saw him hesitantly approach your table, his cheeks flushed and his hands fidgeting at his sides, something about his awkward determination made your heart skip.

“H-Hey,” he stammered, stopping in front of you. He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact as he forced himself to speak. “I, uh… I couldn’t help but notice you walked in, and, um…I just wanted to say you look—uh—really nice. Really, uh…really pretty, actually.”

Your face warmed at his words, and you offered him a small smile. “Thank you,” you said softly, finding his obvious nerves oddly endearing.

He exhaled sharply, relieved that you hadn’t immediately brushed him off. “So, uh…I was wondering if I could maybe, um, buy you a drink? If you don’t mind, that is.”

He was a stuttering mess, barely able to hold your gaze for more than a second, but his earnestness was hard to ignore.

You chuckled nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Sure. I’d like that.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night talking, your initial shyness melting away as you realized just how much you had in common. Usopp, despite his earlier bluster, turned out to be easy to talk to once he got past his nerves. He told you about his adventures (embellished, of course), and you shared a few stories of your own, laughing at his exaggerated reactions.

By the end of the night, the two of you were sitting closer, your heads nearly touching as you exchanged quiet words amidst the noisy bar. When he finally asked for your number—his voice cracking slightly as he did—it was an easy “yes.”

When he returned to his crew, they were in shock.

“Huh, you actually got her number?” Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sanji looked like he was about to faint. “How?!”

Even Luffy was impressed, clapping Usopp on the back with a wide grin.

Usopp grinned cheekily, slipping his hands into his pockets as he tried to play it cool. “What can I say? The ladies can’t resist the great Captain Usopp.”

But the blush on his face—and the way his gaze kept darting back to you—told a different story.

Eustass Kidd

Kidd wasn’t a small guy—not in height, not in build, and definitely not in personality. He was used to being the one towering over others, the one commanding attention in every room. But then there was you.

You weren’t exactly small, either. You were tall enough to meet his gaze, tall enough that he had to actually look up when you wore certain shoes. And somehow, that fact alone drove him up the wall. It wasn’t just your height, either—it was the way you used it. The way you leaned down just enough to get in his face during arguments, a teasing smirk on your lips that made his blood boil. It wasn’t clear whether he wanted to bite you or kiss you senseless. Hell, maybe both.

Your slim, graceful frame only added to your air of superiority, and the way you carried yourself—poised and unapologetically confident, like some untouchable princess—clashed with Kidd’s brash, rough-edged demeanor in ways that sent sparks flying.

The first time you joined his crew, he’d made it very clear he wasn’t thrilled about the idea. “This ship has no room for some tall, prissy princess who can’t even fight properly,” he’d snarled, his tone biting.

Yet, every time the idea of you leaving came up, he was the first to shoot it down. He always had some half-baked excuse—“We need the extra hands,” or “No one else can handle that task but her.” But the truth was glaringly obvious to everyone but him: he didn’t want you to go.

You, of course, loved to needle him about it. Whether it was teasing him about his temper, calling him “short” just to see him fume, or subtly challenging his authority just to watch him rise to the bait, you knew exactly how to get under his skin.

And right now, you were doing it without even trying.

The crew was docked on an island for the day, giving everyone a much-needed break. While Kidd had been supervising repairs to the ship, you’d wandered off, only to bump into an old friend. Kidd hadn’t paid much attention until he turned around and saw you hugging some guy—a scrawny, soft-looking guy at that.

Normally, you brushed off men as if they were flies, always quick with a sharp word or a cold glare if they got too close. But now? You were smiling. Laughing. Letting this guy get all touchy, and even worse, you didn’t seem to mind. You’d even waved off the crew, saying you’d catch up later as you wandered off with him.

It was the first time Kidd had seen you without that infuriating sass, without the sarcasm or biting wit. And he hated it. He hated the way his chest tightened when you walked away. Hated the fact that the sight of you being soft with someone else was enough to ruin his mood for the rest of the day.

When you finally came back to the ship, he was waiting for you at the gangplank, arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“Is that seriously your type?” he asked as soon as you got close.

You froze, your brows furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“Thought you would’ve had better taste,” Kidd said, scoffing. “That guy was so scrawny, it’s pathetic. There’s no way he could handle someone like you.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Oh? And who said I wanted to be handled?”

His eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re a brat,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Someone’s gotta handle that.”

You raised a brow, stepping closer, your tone dripping with mockery. “And who exactly do you think could “handle” me? You?”

Kidd let out a sharp laugh, one that had the crew glancing over in curiosity. “Damn right,” he growled, and before you could say another word, he grabbed you.

With an ease that startled you, he hoisted you over his shoulder, ignoring your yelp of surprise and the way you immediately started struggling.

“Kidd! Put me down, you overgrown idiot!” you shouted, kicking your legs as he started walking.

“Try asking nicely, princess,” he said with a cocky grin, as he continued to carry you below deck as if you weighed nothing.

By the time he dumped you onto the mattress in his quarters, you were fuming, your face hot with embarrassment. You scrambled to sit up, ready to give him a piece of your mind, but he cut you off, stepping closer and leaning down just enough to cage you in.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he said, his voice though quieter now, was still rough around the edges. “Always in my face, always mouthing off, always making me question whether I hate you or…” He trailed off, his gaze flickering down to your lips before snapping back up to meet your eyes.

You stared at him, your breath catching in your throat. “Or what?” you whispered, your voice unsteady.

“Or want you,” he finished bluntly. “And I’m sick of pretending it’s not the second one.”

Your heart skipped at his confession, and for once, you were at a loss for words. You’d always assumed he couldn’t stand you—that all the bickering and banter was just part of his general dislike for you. But now, with the way he was looking at you, his expression uncharacteristically soft, you weren’t so sure anymore.

Before you could gather your thoughts, he straightened slightly, his voice dropping. “Can I kiss you?”

The question caught you completely off guard, your cheeks heating as you stared up at him. Kidd never asked for anything—he just took. But now, with his sharp edges momentarily softened, waiting for your answer, it made your chest ache in a way you didn’t expect.

Swallowing your nerves, you nodded slowly. “Yeah,” you murmured.

The moment your words left your mouth, Kidd closed the gap, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle. It wasn’t rushed or forceful—it was steady, deliberate, and filled with a heat that sent a shiver down your spine.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a rare, crooked smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re still a brat,” he muttered, his voice laced with affection.

“And you’re still an overgrown idiot,” you shot back, though there was no venom in your words.

He chuckled, his fingers brushing lightly against your jaw. “And yet you let this overgrown idiot kiss you.”

You didn’t have a clever comeback for that—not this time. Instead, you leaned up, pulling him back into another kiss, letting it speak for you instead.

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One Piece Masterlist

not proofread!!

i imagined reader to be over 6’ for those whose heights aren’t explicitly stated. also i am not tall so i hopefully i did the tall girlies justice!!

[willing to do a part two of this with any other op men or women :p]

also happy new year!!

[sundew199]

You better fuck me like you mean it

a/n: dear god I hope I did him justice 🤞🏼

Tags: eustass kidd x f!reader, breeding/pregnancy, fingering, doggy, slight size kink or size difference, dirty talk, slight cum eating

kinktober day eight: breeding/pregnancy for anon

Someone looking from the outside in on the Kid pirate crew would never guess the red haired one armed brute had a soft spot. Frankly not even the entire crew knew he even had one, save for his closest crew mates. But the ones who did know, knew it was you. The once new member who joined his crew after they crossed into the new world, not even asking to join, just hoping onto his ship and ask where the next destination was.

Eustass tried to kick you off, tell you that you had no right just joining his crew like that, but it didn't work. It took a while for him to accept you and even longer to spare more than a few words, but once you broke past that barrier it was history from then on.

Neither of you knew how to deal with the harbored feelings for one another, until one drunken night where you woke up half naked in his bed. The awkwardness wouldn't be spared between you two, almost starting back to the beginning until it happened again, and again and again.

You considered it a relationship after he slipped up one night by saying "I love you", asking if he were messing with you while still buried in your cunt. He snarled a defiant 'No!' back to you and suffocated you with a kiss, fucking you the entire night in his cabin.

Something in him softened after that night, discreetly looking out for you without making the favoritism obvious to the other crew members and letting you get away with stuff no one else could. Behind the cold hearted fierce captain, was a man who held you close at night in his cabin and spent lazy mornings with you tangled in the sheets. The two of you were happy, content with life on the sea and all the possibilities of Kid reaching his goal, excited to be there with him, by his side.

"What?! Are you insane?"

"It was just a thought, get your panties out of twist." Snickering as you sat up in bed, leaning on one elbow facing towards him, laughing a bit harder at his baffled expression.

"You think I'd let you have a kid and raise one on a pirate ship?!" The volume in his voice raising with each word he spoke, scoffing some when you pressed your hand to his mouth, shushing him.

"Will you shut up? I was just kidding Jesus Christ." Rolling your eyes and removing your hand from his mouth, yanking the bed sheet further up your body to shield you naked form.

"No you weren't, I fucking know you better than that, you were being serious." Grumbling with a smidge of distain, offended that you were trying to play it off when he was very much taking it seriously.

"So?" Countering back, widening your eyes with raised brows, challenging him like you always did.

"So?!? We're on a god damn pirate ship, the last place a kid should be raised. You think I'm going to put your life and the little tike at risk like that?" Now sounding a bit angry at the initial suggestion, beginning to rethink if you should've mentioned it at all seeing how worked up Kid was getting over this. Though it was nice to see that he cared, not wanting to loose you or any children the two of you may or may not have, but good lord he was acting like you insulted his entire family line.

Sighing loudly and shaking your head, giving small little clicks of your tongue, you sat up, hugging the bed sheet around your torso, giving him a small smile. Tucking the sheet under your armpits, you leaned over with a careful hand to cup the side of his face ignoring the grumbles and locking him in a kiss. He relaxed slowly the longer you kissed him, melting to your soft lips on his and allowing the previous irritation to wash away.

"Just think about it for a sec," Mumbling into his lips, pressing down on his chest and allowing the sheet to fall from it's hold, keeping him from avoiding what you were trying to say. "I'd be having your baby."

"I know that." Grumbling back, slipping his arm out from under you to hold you at the waist, looking up at you to try and see where you could possibly be going with this.

"Not saying we have to, but just imagine it for me. Everyone would know who I belong to, who they'd have to deal with if they dare lay a finger on me." Practically whispering into his mouth, seeing his eye lids droop at your words, the image forming in his head and slowly understanding what you were conveying.

"Mhm." Moving his hand from your waist to the center of your shoulder blades, the warmth of his palm raising goosebumps on your skin.

"There's no harm in imagining is there?" A shift of seductive humor in your tone broke through, silencing whatever answer he may have with another kiss, throwing a leg over his while still holding the side of his face. Kid accepted his silence from you and kissed back hard, nipping and pulling at your bottom lip.

The morning would've continued on like that if it weren't for Killer knocking on the other side of the door, requesting his captain's presence. The muttering and grumbling brought more laughs out of you, watching him from the bed get half way decent. Just before he left, Kid kissed your cheeks and lips, reminding you there was no rush to get out of bed and to take your time. You smiled sweetly up at him, deciding to lounge in his cabin for a good while before joining everyone else.

Nothing exciting was going on today, just a supply stop at a nearby island which ending up being the area everyone decided to get wasted at, meaning the ship would be docked here overnight. You were already back to the ship by the time the rest of the crew crowded into one of the local bars, deciding you weren't in the mood to drink your heart out.

Assuming you were alone for the time being, you headed down to the kitchen to grab a quick snack in just an old t-shirt, nothing else besides your panties. A single light above the sink illuminated the area by the fridge, bent over and rummaging through what little was left to find something decent to eat.

"Did you even bother to check to make sure no one would walk in on you like this?"

The deep gravelly voice startled you, not hearing them come in and quickly trying to pull the end of your shirt down to cover yourself. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when you turned around to see Kid, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, eyeing you up and down like a predator would its prey.

"Thought you'd still be at the bar." Not answering his question, instead responding with your own, turning back around to the fridge to keep looking for a quick snack. His heavy footsteps grew closer, slow and calculated until hands rested on your hips. The cool metal from which he used to replicate his lost appendage was icy against your warm skin, the other hand warm and human, contrasting against each other from his touch.

Shamelessly, Kid brought your hips back into him, pressing you to the very obvious bulge in his pants, sharply inhaling and biting back a moan. You could hear him chuckle behind you, letting out a hum as the warmth of his palm spread over your back, moving the fabric of your shirt out of the way.

"Been thinking about this morning." Beginning on a low breath, pressing himself harder into your clothed cunt and basically farther into the fridge.

"Uh huh." Not bothering to try and remember what he was referring to, more so thinking of if you were about to let him fuck you right here or at least try to move.

Without even having to say a word, Kid yanked you out of the fridge by your hips, moving you to bend over the counter instead, catching the greedy smile on his face in the midst of the movement and noticing the tight knot forming in your lower stomach. With the metal hand on your hips, the rustling from behind could only be made out to be his other hand undoing his belt.

"Your little scenario got me thinking," His words vibrating in the shiver that ran up your spine, suddenly so wet and needy for him and all he did was press himself back into you. "I like the idea of you being swollen and round with my baby."

A soft moan left your lips at his words, instinctively pushing your hips back as he pulled your panties to the side, forming a little arch to make it easier to slide into your dripping cunt.

"You're gonna fuck a baby into me?" Working in a little taunt into your tone, eyes rolling back with the metal hand squeezed the flesh of your ass.

"It's what you want right?" Pressing himself into your back, words ticking your ear as he spoke, turning to face him with a begging look to convey what you wanted without words.

Kid laughed under his breath, using the metal hand to keep your spread apart as two of his fingers swiped over your folds. Already being so wet earned an amused groan from him, staying pressed to your back as he gather enough of your slick on his fingers before slipping them in. Every part of Eustass Kid was big, his ego, his goals, his fingers and his dick. Prep work was always required no matter how desperate the two of your were for each other, but even the stretch of two girths fingers were never enough for the stretch around his dick, but it'll have to do.

Even knowing it were only the two of you on the ship, there was always the slight possibility of someone walking on, so you did your best to be quiet. But it was hard, so hard when he scissored and fluttered along that spongy spot inside you that had stars forming in your vision, gasping and clinging onto him.

"You want it bad huh?" Taunting in your ear, shoving his fingers all the way up to the last knuckle inside you, like he were literally trying to open you up.

He didn't even give you enough time to try and answer, switching from moving his fingers around your walls to pumping them, squelching the juices soaking his hand and wrist, making it next to impossible to keep down the moans and whines of desperation. Kid laughed again, like he were pitying you and pressing his cheek to yours as he pressed your body into the counter.

"Fuck - Eustass-" Croaking out, ends of your words filtering out into a broken sob, trying to grasp anything within reach but finding nothing, leaving you clawing at the air.

Yanking his fingers out suddenly, ripping a surprised gasp from your throat, your body fell limp onto the counter, so drained of energy and barely getting a chance to cum on his fingers. You didn't need to see to know he was freeing his cock, relaxing the lower half of your body to prepare for the undeniable stretch that was to come.

Splitting your soaking and sensitive folds with the head of his cock, lubricating himself just a bit, he sighed at the sight, already looking forward to see you leaking with his cum, only to shove it back in. Kid didn't expect the little scenario you mentioned this morning to mess with his head this badly, but the moment he started to picture you pregnant was his undoing. Various scenarios ran through his head from that moment on, like you riding his cock swollen and round, or how much bigger your tits would get, and fuck it, he wanted to see that.

"Fuck me like you mean it Eustass, C'mon."

Your breathy demand that tried to come off as encouragement sent him shoving himself slowly inside you, watching your cunt stretch and swallow his cock. God it was his favorite thing to witness, your gummy walls wrapping around him greedily and taking him in, shit he wouldn't trade this for the world.

Once he bottomed out, felt the very tip press into the depths of your cunt then he felt comfortable enough to pull halfway out and go back in. Fucking you rough and fast, required built up, as brutal as the world may know him, he wasn't that way with you.

Holding tight onto one hip, he slowly formed a pace, steady to your liking and basking in the pitchy desperate moans you let out with each thrust. You were meeting each thrust, standing on your tippy toes to send him deeper and god was he a lucky, lucky man. What woman would go to these lengths while being fuck? You did and Kid knew that and reminded himself to hold onto you.

"Faster." You moaned, bending your back into a deep arch, pressing your forehead to the countertop and letting the euphoria of his fat cock fucking into you wash over.

Colliding his hips faster at your request, Eustass tightened his grip on your hip, knowing the metal finger would leave nice little bruises later, another sight he liked to see as courtesy of him. Marking your perfect skin with his imperfections had the heat in his blood rising, the pull of contrasts to bringing you two together.

"How bad do you want it woman?" Asking through huffs of breaths, watching the way your ass bounced off his pelvis, the ripples he sent through your flesh.

"Badly, please."

"Say it." Demanding with a devilish smirk, knowing you would hear it in his words without having to see his lips curl.

"Please fuck a baby into me, Eustass." Responding to him so prettily it was sickening almost, so sweetly sickening how your words alone could sway his actions, get him to do what you want.

Slamming the hand that wasn't holding tightly onto your hip by the side of your head, Kid returned to pressing his chest onto your back, hips snapping like a piston into yours.

"You want my cum that badly? Fuck you until you're round and heavy?" Growling into your ear, hips snapping harder and faster with each pant of his words, your body shaking beneath him all sense of composure dissipated.

"Yes, yes please yes,"

"Make you a mommy yeah?" Lifting off of your back just a hare to readjust his hips, thrusting into you even deeper, like he were aiming to cum directly into your womb. "Shoot my cum right into your womb princess, make sure it takes."

Your lashes fluttered and your eyes rolled back into your head, clenching and unclenching around his cock with each deep thrust, begging in every which way possible for him. Eustass snarled behind you, standing up straight and grasping both hips as his thrusts turned sporadic and uncoordinated.

"Fucking perfect pussy just for me, fuck I love you." Sputtering out with a groan, slamming into you one last time as his dick began to pulse inside of you, painting your sore and oversensitive walls with his cum. Your orgasm came shortly after, not even needing any extra stimulation besides his dick ramming in and out of you.

Barely able to move after he pulled out, sighing at the way it dripped down your legs, you jolted and groaned at it being pushed back inside you and any remnants being gathered on his tongue swiping over your thigh. He pulled your panties back over, humming at how quickly they turned soaked from the overflow of his cum leaking out of your hole, but having no where else to go.

"So what happens if it doesn't take?" Asking on your walk back to his cabin, a bit delirious and fucked out still.

"Then I'll keep fucking you until it does." Answering like you asked the world's stupidest question, rolling his eyes and letting you into the room first.

"Maybe one more round then, just to be sure."

Catching the way your eyes and lips matched the lustful determination in your tone, Eustass responding with a throaty laugh, locking the door to his cabin before tossing you onto the bed, another long sleepless night ahead for the both of you.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; giggly se*x

wc: 1172

warning/s: 🔞nsfw, p in v, soft seggs, soft kidd, afab reader, fluff and smut, established relationship, not proofread

inspired from this post

it was 12 in the midnight and kidd still hadn't got home, he said he'll just be quick to drink with the boys to let loose and relieve some stress. he had been gone for a couple of hours and you were uncharacteristically worried.

but that all changed when the door swung open and he walked a little lopsidedly. he seems to still have a shred of composure, because he somehow still got a smile in him when he saw you.

he motioned for you to come close, carrying you by your bum when you clung onto him as you hug him. "missed me, aye?" he placed sloppy kisses on the side of your face down to your neck.

"seems like you missed me." you giggled, his lips tickling you. "welcome home." you combed your fingers through his crimson locks.

he hummed, placing you down the mattress as he unbuttoned your shirt. "a-ah, kidd are we..." you felt weak under his lips and touch, undressing you as he freed your breasts from your bra by just lowering the pads, not even bothering to take the whole thing off.

"fuckin'? mhm." he nibbled on the bundle of nerves in the middle of your breasts. "all flustered and shit now that i'm here, aye?" he did that thing where he sucked on your sides because he knew that it tickles you.

you broke into fits of giggles, telling him to stop but your laughter always interrupted your protests. and kidd was smiling as he did so, reveling in your reaction.

"i wanna do somethin' different tonight." he latched his lips off of your skin stained from his lipstick. he looked deeply into your tear-stained eyes from laughing too much before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"yeah? you're acting totally different right now. what's the matter with you?" you held his face in your hands.

he took one of your hands and planted a kiss on your knuckles, close to where your marriage ring resides–one he made himself. "figured i don't make love to you that much."

"huh? but we just fucked earlier." you laughed, puzzled at his demeanor.

"yeah, the dirty and disgustin' sex. don't get me wrong, i love it, aye? 's just, the booze got me thinkin' a lot of shit tonight." he sat down, taking off his goggles and wiggling out if his fur coat.

"like what?" you faced him sitting down with him as you pulled your bra up. "is everything okay, kidd?"

he didn't answer, instead he patted his lap for you to sit on. and you complied, facing him as you settled on his thighs.

"i wanna make you laugh more," he tucked strands of hair behind your ear as he looked up at you. "make you smile more." he placed a kiss on your nose. "so much that we're left breathless." he alternated gazes between your eyes, taking in how truly mesmerizing he finds you. "you up for it?"

you bit your lip trying to prevent yourself from smiling, covering your face. "what's gotten into you, kidd?" you peeked behind your fingers, peering at how he gave you a weak smile.

as a response, he pulled you closer and started peppering your neck with playful, sloppy kisses. and he knew that it tickled you the most when he does that, he was grinning as he did so.

"nothin'," he giggled on you skin, light kisses on your shoulder. "somethin' so wrong showin' my bonnie a lil' love?"

while you two were noisily giggling to yourselves, he got busy with slipping your panties off. he loved squeezing the flesh of your thighs, kneading the curve of your ass as you wrap your arms around his neck.

lots of it continued until your clothes were completely off and you lied atop his frame, feeling up the hardness of his cock on your stomach and the sensitivity of your nipples on his chest.

his palms roamed around the surface of your skin, he felt the goosebumps he inflicted and grinned on your lips.

"doin' alright?" he teased, biting on your lip before letting you go completely and looking into your eyes with that nasty gaze as he got satisfied with what he's doing to you. satisfied at how he left your lips swollen and your cheeks a blushing mess.

"mhm. you're one to talk when you're embarrassingly hard." you sat up, pumping his cock softly.

"that's where you miscalculated, bonnie. i ain't embarrassed. matter of fact, i'm ecstatic." he playfully rubbed your chin. "so go ahead."

he sat up, holding you in place as he looked up at you and you looked down on him.

"hmm, nah. i don't wanna make it easy for you." you placed kisses on his jaw down to his neck, sucking on the pale surface. right to his adam's apple where he's most ticklish.

his body recoiled a little as a reaction, but he was laughing for the most part. he wasn't trying to latch off of you like a normal reaction from being tickled, he let you reach down to his collarbones where it made more blood rush to his cock.

"ahh, bonnie you're too much into this, aye? a little too excited to please me, hm? seems you won't get off easy with just a few rounds later." he subtly grinded his lap to induce friction on your cunt, fighting off the giggles you're eliciting from him.

at the split moment where you decided to pull away and voluntarily get lost in his eyes to see his expression, he maneuvered your frame so you he can be on top of you. and once again, laughter tickled your throats and it was like the first time you two are making love again.

"still got it in you, huh?"

"bonnie, i always gotta be the one on top, hm? you know that." he gave your nose a peck, parting with a smile before straightening himself up. he gave his length a few pumps before teasing your folds with it.

after spitting on it, he pressed foreheads with you before pushing himself completely in. you arched your back, grazing your nails on his sinewy back. he chuckled in your ear, feeling you tighten around him.

"what's so funny?" you broke out and before he could move himself in you, he angled his head so he could kiss you.

"no, not funny, mm-mm. i just find it amusing." he propped himself up with his arm, hands beside you head.

"what is?"

"that you got me gigglin' and smilin' over the littlest shit." he nuzzled his face deeper on the crook of your neck, smiling as he grabbed your sides while he started moving in and out of you.

you two exchanged breaths from the impact, grinning afterward for no fucking reason. just drunk and crazy of the thought of one another, filling each other up. kidd collided lips with you, smiling as he fucked you when you giggled from the fuzziness on your stomach.

I JUST HAD TO MAKE ONE FOR HIM PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I MISS MY POOKIE BEAR

[grandline-fics]

Could I request Accidentally saying I love you prompt with Kid? Love your fics 💙

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Accidentally saying ‘I love you’

WARNINGS:  mutual pining, slight hurt/comfort

CHARACTERS: Kid

WORDS: 1,249

A/N: Thank you for requesting this prompt! I hope you like what I came up with

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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Kid flaunts his metal arm and scars like a badge of honour and constant symbol of his power and ability to endure and win. It shows anyone on the Grand Line and all those back towards where he started his journey how far he’d come. How strong he was and only getting stronger and fiercer, deserving of any rising bounty he’s given. He’s one of the Supernovas, the worst generation and he refuses to show weakness. However by refusing to admit his struggles bring a new challenge for the crew. They’re all well equipped to deal with Kid’s usual brusque and aggressive personality because they know when it’s just Kid being Kid or when it’s Kid in pain and hiding it. When he’s in pain? That’s when they’re out of their depth. 

If they dared to confront him or imply he’s struggling with his old wounds he’d either punch them in the face and throw them in the ocean or he’d only get even more aggressive and defensive. Patience isn’t a strong suit in most of the crew, which leaves the task of dealing with Kid to Killer and you. While you were a new addition to the crew, your role as the ship’s doctor had been godsend. When you heard the telltale roar of frustration and slamming of metal against the wall from the workshop you sighed and rose from your spot on the table in the kitchen. Lightly you tapped Killer’s shoulder. “I’ve got him.”

With careful steps you made your way to the workshop and knocked once before sliding the door open. You were able to side step Kid’s boot as it was thrown towards you. Blinking in surprise at the shoe on the floor you slowly looked towards your Captain. Your head tilted slightly and regarded Kid who was taking slow, haggard breaths. With a sigh you scooped the boot off of the ground and stepped into the workshop, closing the door behind you. “What’s the problem, Kid?”

“I’m fine.” Kid growled and his eyes narrowed slightly when a satisfied smirk twitched at your lips. 

“Didn’t ask what was wrong with you. I meant what was wrong in here to make you lash out.” You explained stepping closer and Kid tensed, knowing you’d already caught him. “Is there an issue with you that I should know about?”

“I’m fine.” Kid’s voice emphasised the repeated lie, still not ready to admit he was struggling to cope with the pain in what remained of his arm and through his shoulder. “Am I needed for something?”

“Nope.” You hummed and dropped Kid’s boot down on the floor, just out of arms reach. “Put your boot back on before you get hurt. Make sure to tie the laces.” Kid turned in his seat to glare at you, his eyes untrusting. He hated you coming to him, your methods of getting him to lower his guard. Why couldn’t it have just been Killer? Under his fierce glare you refused to shrink away, as fierce as your Captain was, your concern for him won out over any other emotion you felt. Deliberately you dropped your gaze to the still untouched shoe and returned your challenging stare to Kid. It was clear you weren’t going to leave until he did as you wished. 

Muttering under his breath, Kid stooped down and snatched the boot, pulling it on and tightly grabbing the laces to begin tying them only to jolt when your fingers lightly pressed into the offending shoulder blade. A growl of pain built in Kid’s chest and he managed to choke out the urge to yell and swear at you. “You don’t need to say anything Captain. Saying nothing means you’re not admitting to any weakness you think you have. Just nod when I’m where hurts the most.”

Kid glared down at the ground, caught so easily by you and your keen instinct. With a small sigh he slowly straightened up in his seat and nodded. He ground his teeth together and nodded each time your fingers pinpointed the areas dealing him the worst pain. When your assessment was almost over you lightly tapped his metal arm, an unspoken request for him to remove it. With a click of his teeth Kid used his ability to make his arm drop loudly to the floor. 

Your fingers lightly pressed against the stump and Kid hissed sharply, instinctively pulling away but forced himself to stay in his seat. With a shaky breath he nodded hard and you knew to start there first. Slowly you worked your fingers into the scarred and tense tissue, letting the heat of your hands and precise movements begin to alleviate the source of Kid’s pain. A low groan of relief slipped out of Kid’s mouth and a small, smug hum slipped through yours. Kid’s eye cracked open and he scowled at you. “Gloating doesn’t suit you, Doc.”

“Gloating implies I’m doing something to be proud of. However since I’m not doing something because you insist nothing’s wrong then I can’t be accused of gloating can I?”

“You’re far too smart for your own good you know that?” Kid grumbled, leaning more into your touch as his eyes slipped closed once more. You were also far too good at easing the pain and tension he’d been trying to ignore. Outside of these moments that you treated him, there was always a fun give and take between you both but still refusing to step beyond that line of Captain and crew and into a real conversation of feelings. With every spike of pain that your commanded and controlled out of his body, the more he relaxed and felt his mind calm, pulling him into an almost trancelike state. “Thanks Doc…love you.”

Kid hadn’t realised the words that slipped out until your fingers paused in their movements. For a moment Kid frowned that you’d stopped and blinked as his mind caught up with itself and then he was hit with his statement. His head whipped over to stare at you with widened almost panicked eyes. Your lips were parted and your eyes held their own guarded panic, your expression was almost disbelieving, uncertain that you’d heard him right. “I-I-I mean…”

“Relax Captain…” You broke the tension with a soft smile, trying to keep your voice light and teasing. You took a small step back and lifted your hands. “My hands are magic, too powerful for their own good. Love spell’s over.”

“Heh, yeah…you’ll have to be careful with them. Dangerous.” Kid returned your smile with his own half smirk, lifting his own hand to experimentally press against his stump, finding he could move so much better now and his mood was lifted, apart from the embarrassment gnawing at him. Swallowing hard he made his metal arm lift from the floor and rejoin against his stump. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.” You smiled, quickly leaning in to press a small kiss against his cheek. “I mean it, anytime.” Kid watched you leave with a softened gaze and quickly turned in his seat to return to his worktable. With every passing day you were on this ship, you were getting faster at making him lower his defences and your gaze was getting sharper at seeing that which he hid so well. With his slip up today, it was only a matter of time before you got a full confession of his feelings out of him. Just not yet though, but soon.

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[kattywhomper]

ugh........these losers........*pukes*

[namism]

Oooo maybe a fluff/unspoken feelings piece w Kid??

i love | eustass kid

➳ categories: modern au, female reader whose stepbrother is killer

➳ warnings: lots of swearing

➳ word count: 1.5k

➳ summary: Something about your relationship with Eustass Kid is unexplainable, but it's the type of unexplainable that you're comfortable with, no matter how odd it may seem.

➳ notes: i'm sorry if this is too niche, i had a vision tho 😭 most of his personality is based on these headcanons. thanks for the request! ❤️

➳ cross-posted on ao3

"Shit. Bad date again?"

You can't see his face, but Kid has a shit-eating grin spread across his lips as he emerges from the driver's seat of his run-down pickup truck, a hand-me-down from your and Killer's uncle that Kid and his crew of metalheads use to drive to showcases in the city. He bangs the door closed, pockets his keys, then walks over to your seated ass on the curb.

"Shut up," you mutter. Kid sits beside you, and that's when you notice that he's holding a bottle of beer. He pops the cap open with his teeth, but you snatch it from his hands before he could take a sip. "You can't drink. It's late, and you're driving me home."

"It's just beer," he deadpans. Even then, he doesn't try to wrest the bottle from your hands, instead choosing to watch you take a depressive swig. He chuckles. "How was your shitty date?"

You glare.

"You asshole— how many times do I have to tell you that it wasn't a date? The beer tastes awful, by the way."

Kid is taken aback by your statement more than your aggressive manner of shoving the bottle toward his chest. The liquid sloshes around the bottle upon impact, and at that moment, the smell of bitter hops reaches his nose. He places it down on the asphalt and clasps his hands together.

"I got it from your brother. Blame him," he says. Your expression turns sour at the mention of Killer. "I would never risk a DUI while driving you home."

"Prince Charming," you tease. Kid is your stepbrother Killer's best friend, who you happen to be close with after many tag-alongs to gigs and shows in your city. Killer is convinced that you're closer to Kid than him with the frequency of your meet-ups and last-minute pick-up requests, and at the rate you're going, he's kind of right.

Kid sneers.

"Let's talk about your shitty date."

You roll your eyes.

"It wasn't a date."

"It looked like it to me. You don't wanna give the dude a chance? He sounded like a nice guy."

"Never in a million years. Anyone within a ten-mile radius from him would know that you're lying through your teeth right now." Pulling your knees to your chest, you gently lay your head on top of them. "I rejected him. He ran out of the diner as fast as he could. Thought everybody was pitying him because his ego couldn't take a rejection."

Kid smiles again, but this time wider. You went out with a guy tonight because you were too kind to reject his past advances, which more often than not attracted public attention when you didn't want them to. You tried to turn him down a couple of times before, but he couldn't get the hint. When he asked you out yesterday to dinner, you decided to reject him once and for all, with Kid and Killer's support.

Now that you've rejected the guy, Kid feels fucking fantastic. He hated him with his guts because he wouldn't leave you alone. Still, he loves to tease the fuck out of you, loves to play dumb and provoke you further, just to spark your enraged reactions because you look like a cute barking puppy.

Swirling his tongue in thought, Kid decides to pat your head with his big rough hand, ruffling your hair just a bit as he praises you.

"That's my girl. The next time he approaches you, try kicking his balls."

"Wouldn't that count as assault?"

"He harasses you, so what's the deal? Tomato, tomato; potato, potato. Defend yourself, please."

You laugh. "What the fuck?"

Grabbing the beer bottle, Kid rises from his seated position and offers you his hand. You stare at it, blankly.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere you'll like."

You narrow your eyes at him.

"And where is that?"

"Answering would ruin the surprise. Just come with me, will ya?"

In the blink of an eye, you're Kid's passenger princess as he drives you to who-knows-where, an occurrence in your strange friendship that happens every so often when the both of you are left alone with a car full of gas. You roll down the window and make sure that no vehicle is passing by before sticking your hand out, feeling the wisps of cool air nip at your skin. When you move your head past the window, Kid hooks his fingers on your belt loops and pulls you back down.

"Fuck no, sit back down. No head-sticking, only your hands."

"But—"

"Your brother is gonna kill me if I bring you home headless. Hands. Only."

You stick your tongue out at him, but Kid only rolls his eyes. He lets you do whatever you want as long as you're not a second close to dying, often looking at you go wild in the passenger seat as he drives.

Minutes later, the truck slows down to a parking lot, a small rink built right in front of it.

You're the first to hop off, approaching the rink with blown irises as string lights scatter about to set a mood of warmth. It's not any other rink; it's a roller rink, perfect for rollerskating, perfect for two people to share a moment of intimacy.

"I'd much prefer iceskating, but this will do."

Kid holds up two skates in his hands, one of which seems to fit you nicely in a color you love.

You get on the rink as soon as you can, planting your feet on the ground as he hooks his fingers yet again on the loops of your belt. You sneer at him as he adds to your weight.

"Well, aren't you a big baby? Always leeching off me, never letting go," you say.

"Blah, blah, blah, it's a precautionary measure."

"You and precautionary measures don't go together."

Kid grabs you by the waist and turns you around, pushing you up against him. Your feet give up, but his hold on you is firm.

"Just like oil and water?"

You hit his chest.

"I hate you! Don't scare me like that!"

"That's what you get, brat." His lips morph into a grin while you hit him with weak punches. He laughs at your helplessness. "You get surprised by the simplest things. What I did right there was romantic for anyone but you."

"That was not romantic."

"What did I just say?"

"I hate you," you mutter. He laughs softly.

"Do me a favor and get yourself a guy who can treat you like that," he says. Your stomach turns, and your eyes fall to the ground. "You got a problem?"

"No, I don't."

You abruptly bump into him in an attempt to knock him over his feet, but he remains standing. At that moment, he traps you within his arms through a big embrace.

"So what's the hold up? Still stubborn?"

You punch his bicep as you squirm in the hug.

"You know why," you tell him.

"I do?"

"Ugh..."

You stop wriggling around. Kid feels something coming up.

You place your hands on his chest.

"You know why I don't want to date anyone else. You know."

"I know," he whispers. "So why can't you just say it out loud?"

"It's not that I can't say it— it's just..." You suck in a deep breath. "Is now the perfect time for it?"

"I don't know."

He guides your hands from his chest to his face, allowing you to cup his cheeks and touch them gently.

"But if you don't say it now, then when will you?"

A breathy laugh escapes your lips as you look at him. This isn't how you expected your day to turn out, but you aren't mad about it.

You like Kid.

You always have, and you know he likes you, too.

"I'll just show it to you."

You pull his face closer to yours and meet his lips. Kid leans further down to deepen your kiss, but he stays sweet and gentle, a complete 180 degrees from what people usually expect from him. The kiss is slow, like you've been meaning to do it for a long time and you don't want to rush the movement. Kid matches your pace perfectly, and he lasts longer than expected as he doesn't seem breathless when you pull away.

"Was that demonstration good enough?" you ask.

"No." He shakes his head. "I think I need another."

You hit his chest another time.

"Ouch, baby. You hurt my feelings."

As Kid feigns discomfort, you pull him close to your face again and peck his cheek.

"Do I have to say it?" you ask. "I love..."

He smiles.

"Nah, fuck that. Just show it to me. Took us long enough, honestly." He pinches your cheek. "I finally got you."

When he lets go of your waist, you race around the rink while he tries to catch you.

Something about your relationship with Eustass Kid is unexplainable, but it's the type of unexplainable that you're comfortable with, no matter how odd it may seem.

[chibinasuu]

Kid x Reader ― first snow; regret

part of the cozy holidays event

🎁 ― @gothmommie tags: sfw, angst with happy ending, GN!reader, no use of y/n

First snow used to excite you. 

It used to bring you joy, and wonder, and peace. You used to love how magical it looked when the landscapes around you were gradually blanketed in white as the snow piled up. 

But that was before. Now, first snow only brought guilt, and bitterness, and regret, along with the memory of the unforgiving stare of the love of your life. The coldness of his normally fiery eyes rivaled the freshly fallen snow as he abandoned you, mere minutes after his defeat at the hands of the Red Hair Pirates. 

You had sobbed on the ground as the green grass around you turned white – a sight no longer magical – but you didn’t blame him. It was entirely your fault that you kept the fact that you used to be an apprentice on the ship of your Captain’s biggest foe a secret.

When you heard about Kid’s plan to confront Red-haired Shanks, you had warned him not to go through with it. Of course, Kid being Kid, he did it anyway. When things had predictably escalated, you had gotten down on your knees in front of your old mentor and begged him to spare your crew.

The Emperor had let you all go with the cost of your Captain’s left arm. 

The memory of that day a year ago haunted your mind as you trudged across the snowy terrain along the coast of Ringo. 

You were in Wano because you had heard a rumor that a Poneglyph may be hidden in this country somewhere. You were under no banner now, but it didn’t mean that you were giving up on finding the One Piece. 

Well, call it chance, fate, or just mere coincidence – you couldn’t explain how you ended up coming across the Victoria Punk, docked at a small cove near the border of Hakumai. 

And there he stood. Your Captain. Your former Captain, you had to remind yourself. Your former best friend, your former… lover.

Before you could feign ignorance and run away, the metal of your belt buckle vibrated and you felt yourself being pulled by a magnetic force that was all too familiar. Kid set you down in front of him, on the deck of your former home. 

The two of you could only stare at each other, neither knowing what to say after a year of not seeing each other.

“I could recognize you from miles away.” He finally said. 

“What the hell are you doing here, Kid?” You asked. 

“It’s none of your business, isn’t it?” He scowled and retorted defensively, “You’re not part of my crew anymore, I don’t have to tell you shit.”

“Ouch, Kid.” You could feel hot tears pricking your eyes at his sharp words, “You didn’t need to drag me up here just to tell me that.”

You turned away, intending to get off the ship as fast as you could. You were about five steps away when Kid’s gruff voice stopped you in your tracks. 

“No, wait!” 

You had never heard such desperation in his voice before.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” His voice was low when he continued, barely audible, “I didn’t mean what I said – and did – a year ago either.” 

Your heart stopped for a beat, second-guessing if this really was the same man you knew. Kid had never once apologized for anything for as long as you had known him.

As you faced him again, you studied his beautiful scarred face. His brows were furrowed, red-stained lips pressed into a thin line. You waited patiently as he hesitated, opening and closing his mouth indecisively. His next words were like an arrow to your heart.

“Kicking you off the crew was the biggest regret of my life.” 

He looked away, face tinged red from the cold and embarrassment, “I… wasn’t in my right mind at that time. I was blinded by rage, and I did the stupidest thing I could possibly do.”

“I was a mess for weeks after that – you can ask Killer.” He chuckled humorlessly, “I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. I was angry all the time.” At your raised eyebrows, he added, “Well, I mean, even more so than usual.” 

“Fuck. You drive me crazy, y’know?” He ran his hand through his messy hair as he breathed out your name, the sound like music to your ears, “I just… couldn’t stop loving you. And believe me, I tried. This whole damn year, I tried to forget you, but I just couldn't.”

You knew it couldn’t have been easy for a man like Kid to admit everything he just said. 

Your feet moved on their own accord, carrying you towards him. You threw your arms around his neck, no longer able to fight back the urge to be close to him. 

“I've missed you, Kid.” You confessed softly into his ears.

His grip around you tightened. His metal hand was frigid even through the clothing on your back, but you didn’t mind.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about my past with Shanks.” You said. It was your turn to apologize now. 

“It wasn’t my intention to keep that from you – it just never came up. And when you decided to target him, I tried to tell you, I swear, but you just… wouldn’t stop and listen.” You sighed exasperatedly, “You and your one-track mind really vex me sometimes.”

In the quiet that followed, you leaned back and gazed into his amber eyes. 

“I may have regretted not telling you about Shanks, but know that I never regretted asking him to spare your life, Kid.” You firmly said, “His crew would’ve annihilated us back then. I only did what I did because I love you and I didn’t want to see you get hurt. And even then, you still lost an arm, so…”

Your words trailed off, suddenly nervous of how he would react to your audacious remark. You knew that deep down, he knew that your words rang true – he was just too damn proud to admit it.

But instead, Kid stayed silent. He just leaned forward and touched his forehead to yours, basking in the closeness he had craved since the day he thoughtlessly made you step off his ship.

After a while, he finally answered your earlier question about what the hell he was doing here, “We’re raiding Onigashima tomorrow to take down Kaido. There's no way in hell I'm letting Straw Hat and Trafalgar take all the glory.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. Another stupid, reckless plan. And yet, when he asked if you would fight by his side, the word naturally fell out of your mouth,

“Always.”

Snowflakes dropped from the clouds above as you held each other in a warm embrace. Despite wandering around Ringo for days, it was your first snowfall in Wano.

You breathed in the cold air and the familiar scent of Kid that you’ve missed oh-so-much. 

The first snow that landed on your entwined bodies, blanketing the wooden deck in white, felt like forgiveness, and reconciliation, and new beginnings.

a/n: i know i said this is a drabble event but i've never written for kid before so i got too excited, got carried away, and this ended up being around 1k words 😅

anyway, it’s december and officially the start of my holiday event!! thanks to everyone who have requested so far, i’m really excited to write all of them! i'm still accepting submissions so please send in your requests if you're interested <3

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[galamalion]

꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ kidd in the bedroom﹕

kidd is unbearably obnoxious.

his large frame and massive hands don't help his attitude, easily able to manhandle you into whatever position with minimal effort on his part. kidd will grab your ankles and pull them apart, diving into his prize without a second thought.

he's not too keen on foreplay, but kidd is aware that he is quite gifted downstairs. and while not opposed to lube, he'd rather create a sloppy mess downstairs with his tongue than use the stuff. it helps to get him ready for the second act. and the third act. and the fourth...

he'd much rather have you a mess on his cock rather than his fingers, but that doesn't mean he won't pump you with his digits. no, kidd will achieve every possibility when you have sex. tongue, fingers, cock, oral, even anal if you let him indulge himself.

kidd has a firm stance on dirty talk: the more the better. he'll call you every name under the sun, praising and degrading you for your every movement or change in expression. 'slut' and 'whore' are probably his favorite expletives, but kidd will never pass up a chance to tell you to 'get on your knees.'

and speaking about getting on your knees, there's nothing kidd loves more than seeing you try to suck his cock. there's absolutely no way you're able to take the whole thing, but his the effort (and cum shot) that kidd adores seeing.

he's aware of harsh nature during the act but he also doesn't want to drop his bad boy act, so aftercare will probably be just a towel unless you ask for more. it's the day after that kidd makes up for his actions, having killer make you breakfast, taking a shower with you, letting you use his massive chest as a pillow...

kidd is an insufferable asshole, but deep down he really does care about you.

[jintaka-hane]

“Shit, shit, shit, guys, that’s my ex…” you say, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a sip. All your friends turn to follow your gaze and spot the towering redhead walking into the bar, radiating confidence and trouble. “God, I hate him,” you growl, gripping your glass so tightly your knuckles turn white. “…Keep him away from me, okay?”

Three hours later

“Wow… Kid… that was…” Your sweat-slicked, naked body rolls off his and collapses onto the mattress, your chest rising and falling as you struggle to catch your breath after such an intense session.

“Yeah…” he pants, propping himself up on one arm. He leans over and lazily plays with your hair. “I don’t get why we’re not together anymore… when did you break up with me?”

“About three and a half hours ago,” you reply, teasingly pinching the bridge of his crooked nose.

“Oh, right…” he smirks at you. “And why was it this time?”

You laugh, running your fingers through his crimson hair. "I don’t remember...”

"Hmm," he leans over you, capturing your lips with his, stealing all the air from your lungs.

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I miss writing for this man <3

[clare-875]

OMG, I SUUPPERRR Love the "New Names" Prompt, it was actually what led me to your blog here, the last 3 parts were a blast to read, so I was wondering if you could maybe do a part 4 that includes Kidd, King, Katakuri, and maybe 2 or 3 characters of your choice?

New Names pt.4 (Kid, Katakuri, Smoker)

_____ Pairings: Kidd x Reader; Katakuri x Reader; Smoker x Reader Summary: His reaction when you call him pal, buddy, etc. Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Female Reader A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't watched One Piece up to where King is introduced so I added Smoker instead (I couldn't think of any other characters)! I'm so glad you like the series! [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law] [Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile] [Part 3: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin] _____

- Kid -

(A/N: Suggestive towards the end?)

When you decide to play a small prank on your boyfriend it is only later that you find out the consequences you should've regarded beforehand. But in the moment you were too giddy to care. You had finally thought of something not too bad that Kid would kick you off the ship but noticeable enough for him to react. So, when your eyes spotted your boyfriend's signature red hair and permanent frown, you had to struggle to keep the grin from spreading on your face.

You just had to see it through until the end.

He had sauntered in as always, eyes sharp and broad shoulders slouching, his gaze darting to you so subtly you'd have to be an expert to witness it. You are in an open space - the deck of the ship - and so he barely gives you any sign of intimacy but he always prefers to linger by your side. He seems irritated as you had not been beside him for long today, and you soon find out your thoughts are right by his prompt words.

"Babe," his voice is deep in the air but gritted against his teeth. "Here you are, I fucking searched the whole ship for you."

You fight to roll your eyes at his impatience but you concede to the plan you have set out for yourself and reply.

"Sorry buddy, I should've let you know earlier I'd be on deck."

And all of a sudden, you could hear a pin drop.

Promptly, it's like the ocean waves that crash against the ship go silent along with the restless wind in the sails. Your crewmember's voices hush to nothing as they eye you and your Captain, unsure of whether to laugh or cry at your words. All they know is that you are fortunate to be his girlfriend because partner or not, Kid would likely throw anyone off the ship if they called him buddy.

His expression does nothing to hide just that fact.

He had frozen still, his eyes had sharpened deadlier than usual, fists clenched to his side and face darkening. You can see the twitch of his eyebrows and the tensity of his form but are most surprised to see a slight pink hue on his cheeks. Was that embarrassment?

Despite the "dangerous" atmosphere, you have to fight back a laugh.

"Are you alright, buddy?"

Your crew members gape at you, some shaking their heads to try and stop your words. But you are bold. Of course you were, you were dating Eustass Kid.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

Kid approaches you but then he bears witness to your lips quirking upwards into a sly grin. You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you lean back into the chair you sat in, but unbeknownst to you it is then that your boyfriend’s mind clicks.

"Bu-ddy," you reply in a sing-song voice.

The crew are shocked at their Captain's restraint, especially when they see him look like he's ready to murder someone. The funny thing is that he looked like he was ready to kill anyone who wasn't you.

They all collectively take a step back.

However, their shock only amplifies ten-fold when all the pent-up tension fades as Kid's lips turn upwards into a taunting smirk. Killer has to stop himself from putting a hand to his head at everyone’s absurd reactions.

"Now princess, it seems you've forgotten who's actually in charge here."

Your eyes widen in your own surprise at the sudden change in his demeanour. Kid looks at you with his same sharp eyes but his wide smirk shines almost scarily as he approaches you closer. “You think you can get away with pranking your Captain? Cause I don’t think you fucking can babe.” He pulls you to your feet before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

"Hey- okay, I'm sorry! I’m sorry! Kid! Babe, put me down!"

But Kid does not heed your words and instead walks away from the still-gaping crew, intent on having you in his chambers until it is only his name that slips your lips.

- Katakuri -

When you are left alone with your thoughts, you oftentimes come up with ideas that usually incorporate your boyfriend. And today, you found yourself quite alone. You were bored and waiting for Katakuri to come back to you after being sent on a mission to God-knows-where. Luckily, a thought had popped into your mind quite easily and it had intrigued you to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be.

Speaking of which, you could hear heavy footsteps making their way to your door, and sure enough, your stoic boyfriend had knocked, patiently waiting for you to answer. You grin happily despite your plan as you missed him though he has been gone only a few hours. "Coming!" You instantly stand and open your door, smile only brightening at the sight of Katakuri safe and at home. You see his eyes soften as he looks at you.

"Hello love," His words are gentle to you, and you hesitate for only a moment before complying with your plan.

"Hey man, I missed you!"

In a rare moment, you see Katakuri's eyes shine with complete confusion. It is followed by the furrow of his brows as though he thought it was not you speaking to him, but someone else. The expression only lingers for a moment though, and then he looks at you with his usual, serious stare.

"Love..."

You freeze when he looks at you so knowingly, so quickly.

"Y-Yeah man?"

Katakuri sighs before leaning down to your eye level, patience in the depths of his reserved eyes.

"Is this another one of your tricks where I am to be surprised by your words or actions?"

You stop in surprise at how he has figured you out so easily, only now realising he must’ve gotten used to your impromptu pranks when left to your thoughts. You stutter before sighing heavily and rolling your eyes.

"Yes love, it is. You could’ve played along though!”

Your boyfriend looks at you with the same softness in his eyes as he witnesses your pouting face.

“Apologies love,” his words are muttered gently by your ear. He then removes the scarf that covers the lower half of his face, and suddenly he kisses your cheek softly. “I just rather terms of endearment from your lips, rather than man.”

You freeze at his actions and words and all of a sudden it is you who is taken aback as heat rushes to your face. As Katakuri steps past you into your chambers you feel yourself so lost in thought that for a moment, you completely forget about your failed prank. That is until your boyfriend calls for you again.

- Smoker -

Your boyfriend is often preoccupied and busy with the tasks that come with being a high-ranking officer of the Marines. You know the challenges and toils of being one, as you are one yourself. However, that doesn't disregard the fact that you miss him sometimes, as your roles often put distance between the two of you. Today was no different but Smoker would be returning to you soon after a shorter mission than usual, and unbeknownst to him you had come up with a small prank in the short time you were apart.

Your eyes move forward to the sight of a Marine ship approaching port and you fight to contain your grin. Sure enough, you can hear the rowdiness of Smoker's crew and the shouts of Tashigi as they go to dock the ship. When they finally do, they race to solid ground, most of them grinning and others saluting you as they pass. "Hello Vice-Admiral [y/n]!" You simply smile as you await your boyfriend and sure enough, he comes off the ship to you soon after, a nod of acknowledgement as he approaches your side.

"Hello love," he murmurs to you lowly and only so you can hear. You smile at the subtle way his eyes soften slightly, knowing he has missed you too.

"Hey dude, how was your mission?"

As you walk toward headquarters, suddenly you find that Smoker has frozen and his footsteps faltered. You stop and turn to him in mock confusion.

"What's wrong?"

He eyes you carefully as smoke bellows from the cigar in his mouth.

"Dude-?"

He quickly interrupts, the furrow of his brows and twitching of his lips showing you that he has of course noticed and was troubled.

"Who are you talking to right now?" Smoker grumbles to you, still static where he stands. You decide to approach him then, and tilt your head to the side, playing dumb.

"You?"

Smoker grits his teeth, the cigar in his mouth almost snapping in half. He leans down to you, so you see the way his eyes have sharpened.

"I'm sorry love, but I don't answer to dude. I thought you of all people would know that."

Your words stumble at his sudden proximity and you feel the heat wanting to rush to your face.

"I- I don't know what-"

Smoker lifts his hand and flicks your forehead lightly watching in amusement as you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Don't do that again."

He then continues walking but silently waits for you to fall into step beside him once more. He had missed you too much to hear such a platonic term slip your lips. He smiles subtly when you catch up to him once more, a kissable pout to your lips.

[livelaughloveluffy]

when he's falling for you - eustass captain kid

a/n: surprise!!! i am officially starting to write for eustass now!! i have definitely been planning on writing for him for a while now, and now that i'm finally deeper into wano, i feel confident enough in my understanding and characterization of him!!!

nothing but fluff here 💗

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-kid isn't shy about his attraction towards you. "oi, hot stuff! get ya ass over here!" is a phrase you hear far too often... and your rosy cheeks definitely don't go unnoticed by him.

-eustass stops at absolutely nothing to tease you.. there's nothing the red-haired captain loves more than seeing you flushed and flustered by his words or actions. he'll whisper dirty things in your ear in front of the crew, "accidentally" brush his hand against your ass while giving you a sly smile. he just loves to watch you squirm.

-the captain is definitely a bit possessive over you... he'll stare daggers into any man too close to you, his large metal hand gripping your waist pulling you closer to his side.

-he's also surprisingly kind, and as much as he tries to play it off as something casual, you know better than that. kid's quiet gestures of affection easily stand out to your eye, when he softens his voice to speak to you, his subtle whispers checking in on you in front of the crew "ya doin okay, doll?"

-it also goes without saying how protective he is, the amount of times he's jumped in front of you during combat, taking hits at point blank range, all for your safety. and he doesn't ever say a word about it... no mutter, wince, or complaint of pain, nothing but worry filling his eyes as he tells you to get some place safe.

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a/n: ahhhhhhhh!!! eustass is just sooooo fun to write for!!! i will definitely be writing for him more in the future (probably when i'm procrastinating/taking breaks from my labs later this week 💀)

a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!!

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Lament

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Lament

Word Count: 551

Tags: Hint at angst; Hint at Fluff;

Special Warning: English is not my first language!

Notes: I can't get this song out of my head and I can't get this scene out of my head... It's part of Kid's meet-cute story and yes, it's a spoiler, though you won't understand what you're being spoiled about. Chances are I won't even write it like this when the time comes, but I needed this out of my head!! This has helped me destress the day away... I hope you enjoy it, even though it's small and just a piece of something that's not unfinished because it isn't even started.

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He had taken you to the overlook again, that calm spot where only you and the stars were witnesses to the ghosts that haunted you both. The silence felt heavier than during those other times, something unsaid hung in the air. Not something bad, like the anger that had been left in the past - the misunderstandings or the hurt - but something far deeper. 

“How can ye love someone like me?”

His words sounded rehearsed, like he'd been replaying them in his head over and over, too afraid to whisper them to you, too afraid to voice his inner thoughts. 

A small sigh parted your lips. You had been waiting for the literal bomb to drop, but it was more destructive than you had initially thought. 

“What do you mean, Kid?”

“Ye know what I mean!” Kid passed one hand through his fiery red hair, the heavy motorcycle creaking with effort as he leaned against it. “After everythin’ I've done, all I've put ye through, the pain I've inflicted on ye… I…”

Kid sighed heavily, a frown pulling his lips downwards. His next words were a mere whisper, thick with emotion and all that was left unsaid in between. 

“How can ye look at me and still find somethin’ worthy of bein’ loved?” 

You moved away from the edge of the overlook, the arms you had wrapped securely around your body opening up as you shed your defenses for him. His vulnerability called to yours like twin flames, burning with the same intensity. 

“I know you're not perfect–”

“Perfect?” He interrupted you with a loud bark. “I'm not even good! Let alone perfect! I'm angry, volatile, loud, and–... and a bloody coward.”

Just one step took you closer than you’d been to him in the last few weeks. Just one step turned your heart into a drum, beating wildly and fast. 

“If only you'd let me finish…” You admonished, a slight playful edge to your tone. Kid grumbled but stayed silent, so you continued with your thoughts. “You're not perfect, but I never asked for perfection. I see the way you're trying so hard to make amends.”

Kid's eyes fell on you, and his hand twitched at your proximity, though he didn't push the unsaid boundaries you’d put up since he broke you apart. He didn't even try to touch you. 

“I see the man who shows up every day; the man who slowly wins my trust back; the man who shares ghosts of the past with me, even though they take part of his soul when he's reminded of them.”

Another one of your steps brought Kid closer to touching you. His scent enveloped you and invaded your senses, making your heart clench at the distance you’d created. 

“And I see the man who cares in his own way, even though he doesn't say it, most likely never will, but he shows it with every small gesture.”

The way you smiled at him must have hit home, because Kid let out a small whine, his brows furrowing as his lip trembled. 

“So no, Kid. You're not perfect.” Lifting your arm, you let just the tips of your fingers trace his jawline, following the shiver the touch created down his neck and settling on his flesh arm. “But you're damn worth it.”

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[alwayssassydreamer]

Lost and Found

A/N: thanks for the request Ann "kid story, reader and kid did run into each other a few times and there's always some tension but they never admitted it and then they lost track of each other until one day they met again, nsfw and gn!reader" sorry it took so long and i hope you like it

Warnings: nsfwish, sex implied, sexual tension, MDNI

Characters: Kid x GnReader

The first time you met Kid, it was nothing special. He was just another brash, loud pirate—impossible to ignore, but not exactly someone you’d seek out either. Yet, from that first encounter, there had been something undeniable between you. Something electric, a pull neither of you acknowledged. At first, you’d chalk it up to mere tension, the kind of animosity that flares when two people constantly clash. You spent months crossing paths, barely exchanging more than a few words, yet every time you did, it was as if the room got hotter. Your gazes lingered a moment too long, your hearts raced for reasons neither of you would admit. But still, nothing ever came of it.

And eventually, life swept you in different directions, as life tends to do.

Years passed. And Kid—Eustass Kid—became nothing more than a name in the back of your mind. The fiery, reckless pirate you couldn't quite forget, but whom you never expected to see again. Until one day, by chance, your paths crossed once more.

You hadn't planned on seeing him, of course. In fact, you had no idea what he’d been up to in all this time. But there he was, just as you remembered. The same fiery red hair, the same cocky posture, the same smirk that seemed to dare the world to challenge him.

Except this time, the air between you felt different. It was charged, heavy with things left unsaid and years of unspoken tension that had only built with time.

You tried to ignore it but his presence was magnetic. And when his eyes met yours, that old, familiar spark flared again. The last time you had seen him, you had almost convinced yourself the pull between you was just your imagination. But now, it felt real, like a flame reigniting in the pit of your stomach.

Kid studied you, his gaze sharp, calculating. The kind of look he reserved for those few things he took seriously. It lingered a moment longer than necessary before he approached you, his steps measured but with that confident swagger.

"Didn’t think I'd run into you again," he said, his voice rough, like it always was, but there was an edge to it now. Something unspoken.

You met his eyes, your breath catching. "I didn’t expect to see you either."

There it was again—the heat between you. That tension, that push and pull. He was close enough now that you could feel the warmth of his body radiating against yours, the faint scent of metal, oil and something sharper underneath. You shifted, uncertain of how to react, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. He had that effect on you.

“You still the same, huh?” Kid’s voice dropped lower, his eyes scanning your face, lingering on the subtle changes time had brought. His gaze softened for the briefest second before that cocky smirk returned.

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it was strained. "Yeah, you haven’t changed either."

It was then that the silence fell between you, thick with everything that had been left unsaid in those years. There was no more pretense of avoiding it. That pull between you had never really faded—it had just waited, simmering beneath the surface, and now it was undeniable.

“Remember the last time we saw each other?” he asked, his voice low, leaning just a bit closer. You couldn’t help the small shiver that ran down your spine, his proximity almost too much to bear. Your chest tightened, memories of the last time you had crossed paths swirling in your mind.

You nodded, your mouth dry, trying to control the flutter of nerves rising in your stomach. “Yeah, I remember.”

There had been an intensity that night—though nothing had happened. You could still recall the way his gaze lingered on you, the way the world seemed to pause in the brief moments when your eyes met, the heat simmering just below the surface. Nothing more than stolen glances, a few teasing words, but the energy had been palpable. Neither of you had acted on it. Until now.

A few beats passed, neither of you speaking, until Kid broke the silence with that same low, dangerous tone. “I don’t think I can keep ignoring this,” he muttered, almost to himself. His eyes never left yours, dark and intent, like a storm ready to break.

And before you could even respond, he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. You could feel his breath on your face now, just inches away, your heart pounding in your chest. Your lips parted slightly, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat.

He saw the hesitation, the subtle shift in your expression, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, his hand reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin.

"Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it," he whispered, his voice a filled with temptation. “I know I have.”

Your breath hitched. The moment you had been denying for so long, the one you had pushed to the back of your mind, was finally here.

"You keep biting that lip," Kid murmured, leaning forward slightly, his voice a low growl. "Are you nervous, or are you hiding something?"

You froze, meeting his eyes, and for a second, you could’ve sworn you saw the dangerous edge of desire in them. "I don’t know what you mean," you replied, your voice far steadier than you felt.

But as you stared back at him, you realized that your act was slipping. He was too perceptive, too sure of himself, too close. And that damn look on his face told you he knew exactly what was going on inside your head. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

The air around you felt suffocating. "You're a hell of a liar, but I can see right through you," he said, his hand brushing the edge of your arm. You could feel the heat of his skin, and your breath hitched again.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak, but you could feel the desire in the pit of your stomach. Every inch of you wanted to give in, wanted to finally break the silence that had been building between you for far too long. The tension between you both was unbearable, and your resolve crumbled, just a little bit.

The fantasies played out like a film—his hands on your body, his lips trailing hotly down your neck, the heat of his touch spreading through you. The way his powerful form would feel pressed against yours, skin to skin. You swallowed hard, forcing the thoughts away, but they only lingered, burning at the back of your mind.

His fingers grazed your jaw, and you nearly lost it. "I bet you’re imagining all kinds of things right now," he continued, voice low, dangerous. "If you could read my mind... you'd know exactly how badly I want you."

Without thinking, you closed the distance, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. It was everything you had both been holding back for years. The world faded away, the space between you collapsing as the kiss deepened, both of you needing, wanting—no longer willing to pretend.

Kid’s hands slid down your sides, pulling you against him, and you didn’t fight it. The years of silence, of distance, of pretending nothing was there—all of it came rushing forward in a flood of passion.

As his hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you there, you felt the shift. This wasn’t a passing moment. This was the beginning of something neither of you had ever been ready to face—until now.

His lips parted from yours for a split second, his breath ragged. “You still want this?” he asked, voice barely a whisper.

You didn’t hesitate. “More than you know.”

And with that, Kid’s smirk returned, a dangerous, confident grin that sent another shiver down your spine. Without another word, he took control, his hands moving to undress you slowly, each motion deliberate, teasing. The tension between you built to an almost unbearable point, and you realized then—this was no longer a game of hesitation.

Kid’s eyes darkened as he slowly undressed you, his movements deliberate, controlled, but with an underlying hunger that made your skin prickle in anticipation. Each piece of clothing that came off felt like a weight lifting from your chest, exposing the raw desire you had both been burying for so long. His hands were firm, gentle in a way that only made the anticipation more unbearable.

His lips trailed down your neck, pressing against your skin with a teasing slowness that had your breath catching in your throat. You could feel his heart beating erratically against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own, the tension between you so thick it was almost suffocating. You had wanted this, wanted him, for so long that now that you were here, now that the moment was finally happening, you could hardly breathe.

You pulled him closer, your hands gripping his shoulders as you kissed him fiercely, letting go of all the restraint you had held onto. It was no longer about playing games, no longer about pretending you didn’t feel the connection between you. It was raw, it was real, and it was more intense than either of you had ever expected.

His lips moved from your mouth to your collarbone, kissing and biting his way down your skin. The sensation was electrifying, every touch sending shockwaves of desire through your body. You arched into him, pressing yourself closer as his hands traced the curves of your body, familiar but different now in the way he touched you—more possessive, more urgent.

When he reached the sensitive skin beneath your ear, you gasped, the feeling overwhelming. Kid paused, his breath warm against your skin as he pulled back slightly, his face inches from yours. His eyes flickered with something darker, something that made your heart race.

“I’ve wanted this for so damn long,” he muttered, voice rough with desire. “And I know you have, too.”

You nodded without hesitation, your lips trembling as you finally gave in to the craving you’d fought against for so long. “I have,” you whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

And with that, Kid didn’t hold back any longer as he slid his vest off. His lips crashed against yours again, harder this time, more desperate, as if he was trying to make up for lost time. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you against him as your bodies pressed together, skin on skin, hearts pounding in perfect sync.

You lost track of everything—the past, the future, the reason you had ever been apart in the first place. All that mattered was the way he touched you, the way he kissed you, the way his name felt like a prayer on your lips as you finally let go of all the tension.

When Kid’s hands began unbuckling his pants, you gasped, the heat between you unbearable. His eyes searched yours for a moment, and there was no more hesitation, no more games. The hunger in his gaze matched your own, and without another word, he pressed you back onto the bed.

You were barely aware of the world around you as he moved over you, his body caging you in, his weight deliciously heavy. The only thing that mattered was the fire burning between you both, the way his hands roamed over your skin, igniting a wildfire of sensations that you couldn’t control. He kissed you again, fiercely, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his hands slipped between your bodies, pulling you even closer.

The sensations were dizzying. His mouth, his hands, his body—all of it was overwhelming. You didn’t know where you ended and he began anymore. The boundaries between you had dissolved, and all that remained was the pulsing need for each other, for the connection you’d both been denying for so long.

When his lips found their way down your neck again, your hands clung to him desperately, your breath coming in uneven gasps. You knew you couldn’t hold out much longer. The tension was unbearable, and Kid seemed to know exactly how to push you to the edge, every touch a carefully calculated move that made your body tremble with want.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered, his voice low and rough in your ear. His fingers found the edge of your underwear, tugging them off with a quiet intensity that made your heart skip. “Been wanting to do this for too damn long.”

You moaned softly, your chest rising and falling with each breath. “Then stop holding back,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, full of urgency. “Take me.”

Your words made him smirk cockily before his lips met yours in a kiss that was fierce, hungry, and deep, as if he was marking you—claiming you in the way you both had craved for so long. His body pressed against yours, and with a single, powerful movement, you felt the heat of him fill you completely.

You gasped, your body arching into his as he took you with a desperate urgency. The world blurred into a haze of sensation, the only thing real was the way he moved against you, the way you both fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle finally finding their place.

Every thrust, every movement, brought you closer to the edge, the tension between you growing tighter, hotter. Kid’s name slipped from your lips in a breathless cry, and he responded with a low growl, pushing himself deeper, faster, the intensity building until it felt like you might burst from the pressure.

You were both losing control, consumed by the moment, by the need, by everything you had been holding back. And as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, you both came together in a shattering wave of release.

For a long moment, you lay together, breathless and tangled in each other’s arms. Kid’s face was buried in your neck, his body heavy on top of yours, but neither of you cared. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

“I’m not letting you go again,��� Kid muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "You’ve had me from the start.”

You smiled softly, your fingers threading through his hair. "Good," you whispered. "Because I wasn't planning on letting you go again"

[matchadobo]

Hope you're having a good one matcha!

Okay listen, the mafia one on modern part but they met in prison because Y/N is Kid's personal nurse because someone so notorious and big and scary like him can't be admitted with the other inmates rightttt

Soooo was thinking that he'll break out with her andddd it starts from there 😍 dark romance?? Hehehe ❤️‍🔥

KIDD; mafia

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dialogue: "i told you not to get close to me."

wc: 3971

warning/s: fem!reader, prisoner!kidd x nurse!reader, sfw (though kidd is cheeky and handsy fufufufu), fluff??, get together, idk if this is dark romance enough omg, nothing really crazy hereee hehehe

the most notorious gang of the south blue was the kidd pirates. their name strikes fear in the hearts of many. the crimes they commit are unfathomable to the ordinary. and in the middle of it all stands eustass kidd. the man who carries despair on his wake as he leaves his mark on every act he does yet he remain untouchable.

until he finally got met with a criminal greater than his caliber and the cops had luckily got to him. luckily. if it weren't for the injuries he sustained, the mafia leader would've ran away on the loose.

now settled on the farthest cell of the south blue penitentiary, his restless and bleeding state as he waited for the professional assigned to him. because no one is strong enough to handle the monster that he is. to even care for a damn criminal terrorizing their country.

not for you though, this was big money to you; now that this person is a special subject. the idea of him being a criminal is nothing compared to the digits you'll be earning for just one treatment with him. imagine the accumulation of that. after all, you've been in the healthcare industry for a long while, nothing can faze you.

except that when he's finally a few feet away from you and there was no one aside from you and him and the two guards that he could easily knock out even with cuffs, you felt your throat run dry.

"ah, i got a bonnie this time?" his voice was deep, befitting of a hulking, seven foot man like him. he said it with much interest, a grin on his lips as he eyed you from the doorway.

you took a good look at him from afar. his body littered with tattoos, representing the battles he won. his hair was in a shade of red as fiery as his demeanor. he still exudes power in him despite being injured and having restraints.

he looks like shit though. so beaten up, no wonder the authorities got to him. he had a massive scar spanning the side of his face with blood dripping down from his head, the emergency gauze in his face had already been coated with his blood. it cascaded down his chest up until his brachium. you sauntered to him and assessed his injuries.

"fucked up my tattoos, no?" he looked at his arm, still coated with dried blood.

"hardly." you forced a smile. "it's already fucked up."

kidd chuckled dryly. "hah. they sent an interesting one this time, aye? thought nurses are nice to their patients."

"nice patients get nice nurses. do you think it applies to you?" you sharply retorted. "come closer." you gestured for him to do so and the shuffling of the chains resounded in the cemented room.

you start by taking off the gauze in his facd, circling your arms on the sides of his head to remove it from behind. he got a good whiff of your perfume, smirking afterward as he closely examined how you look like.

"what's with the snickering?" you broke out, continuing your work without looking at him.

"nothin' really. don't mind me, bonnie." he continued to muse at you, as if memorizing how you look. "name, huh?" he read your nameplate pinned on the shirt one side of your chest.

you hummed in response. you revealed his nasty scar, his other eye with its bright yellows now finally looking at you. you grabbed a damp cloth and dipped it in antiseptic. "this'll sting really bad, okay?" you warned him, hovering the cloth above his massive wound.

he chuckled, smile growing at each of your exchanges. "you do know who your patient is, aye?"

"trust me, even a mass of destruction like you would fold from the pain." your face softened, as if teasing him before finally placing the cloth above his wound.

you could see him doing everything in his power to not move a muscle but you can see how much his jaw was clenching, his fists balled up as you press deeper on his fresh wounds. you let out a giggle, mumbling an 'i told you so'.

"still gonna be you tomorrow?" he broke out as you started packing up your stuff after finalizing his chart.

"why? are you going to miss me?" you said as a joke because you get the feeling he'd hate your guts, but what he said did something to your heart. illegally.

"suppose i will." he smiled meekly, dandelion orbs reflecting his anticipation. "careful on your way out, bonnie. don't want ya gone before tomorrow." he said as a goodbye but sounded more of a threat.

you couldn't get him out of your head that night. i mean, your search history has his name all over it. his origin, his crimes, his stories, what the news says about him, who he is—it was almost a crime knowing everything about it at this point.

so when you came back the next day and he was seemingly anticipating your arrival, you can't help but ask about him.

"how did a man of your caliber got caught?" you broke out when you were a few inches away from his face, nursing his wounds as it looked slightly better than yesterday.

"oh? did you look me up when you got home yesterday?" he grinned, eyes boring through you as he observed the adorable blushing of your cheeks. you gradually chewed on your bottom lip from his gaze. "how about it? you in awe, bonnie?"

you just snorted, fighting off the smile in your lips as you fetched him another cloth for his arms. you should really be ashamed, having fun with this criminal.

"no no, disappointed maybe."

kidd's eyes darkened. but you were doing it on purpose, rid him of that arrogance that he has over you.

"you're tryna piss me off or what?" his tone got a bit lower but you remain unfazed, even grabbing his arm and pulling him closer so you would have an easier time nursing his wounds.

"is it working?" you patted on his wound a little too hard and he winced. even the guards got a little freaked out but you felt too bold.

"are other nurses this fuckin' annoyin' or i got the short end of the stick?"

you broke into a smile, a laugh escaping your nose. "you can get a new one if you don't like me anymore, i can place a request for you." your voice was soft because you were pretty close to his face.

"don't you dare." he reached for your wrist but was restrained by the cuffs. the guards nagged him for it but he flipped them off. "been a while since things got interesting as hell. you're at fault for it."

"so i amuse you?"

"aye. don't get too close to me though. you're well aware of that."

"that won't be a problem, don't worry. i'm out of your tail once you're all better, eustass."

but it is a problem, it's starting to atleast. because this man is so very fond of you. from the moment he first tried speaking your name to the now where he naturally makes you laugh. but you're not one playing house with him, he just has his way with words and you somewhat share the same humor. you never forget the fact that the man before you has blood in his hands and you make sure you're not dancing in it.

"got a boyfriend, bonnie?" he said out of the blue as you almost cut your finger peeling some apples for him.

"i don't think it concerns you if i do have one." you carried on with your task, fixated on not cutting yourself. he really has an overwhelming presence even if it's been a few weeks now. you can feel him eyeing you, watching your every move.

"hm? a little cold now, huh? 's like we haven't been spendin' weeks together." he chuckled a little. "i'm askin' so i know if i should book a reservation at that fancy diner once i get out later."

you spared him a look of disbelief, laughing afterward at the absurdity of his words. but he just had a soft grin as he watch you break into laughter. "you're kidding."

he shook his head, smile remaining as he slyly raised his brows. adoring how you became a little red. whether it was out of embarrassment or something else, he knew it was about him.

"like what, you're gonna break out?" you said as a joke but he seemed serious with his scheming eyes and sharp smile.

"aye. it'll be carnage." he angled his head further and closer to your face, you felt his breath against your neck.

your eyes widen. for the first time, you felt fear against him. because you know he's serious about it. he's got a sentence for more than a couple of decades but it's of no significance for the most notorious of south blue. he'll escape in no time either by his mates or by himself.

"how do you know i won't rat you out?" you raised a brow, finally finishing the last apple slice and setting it down the plate next to him. you grabbed a fork and started feeding it to him one by one. he remains restrained ever since he got detained, he's too dangerous to remove from cuffs so even the most basic thing such as eating is done by you.

"just a gut. you don't want me gettin' in any trouble, aye?" he bit off the apple and chewed as his smile grew when you tried fighting off your smile with a subtle shake of your head.

"then if you think i do, you wouldn't break out of here."

"ah, where's the fun in that?" he shook his head and clicked his tongue. he soon motioned for you to come closer because he'll whisper something. "they're gonna be 'ere by midnight, standby till then. aye, bonnie?"

it was foreboding. there was only a couple of hours until midnight and you had to be going before then. he asked you where he'll be picking you up but you just laughed it off with him. he wouldn't do it, right?

part of you was in denial that he'd actually push through, he can't pull it off, right? this is a massive fortress in the middle of the ocean. how did he even communicate all of this to his gang? but that's a fucking criminal who's outsmarted the entire south blue, so it wasn't much of an unrealistic thing.

until the alarms blared a couple of minutes after midnight and you were jolted awake. still not having a grasp of the situation, you took a few seconds to settle in and align yourself with the state of just waking up and the damned alarm that messed with your brain.

you fell asleep on the nurse's on call room, a building away from the inmates. you told yourself you'd only take a moment to rest so you can pack up and leave but it was too late. gunshots had already filled the halls.

next thing you know, the door got knocked over by eustass kidd himself. he got shot in his other healthy arm and ended up collapsing down the floor from the impact. this guy is so fucking battered.

"oh, looks like i still found my way around you." he looked up, clutching his flesh arm that was shot with his newly lodged metal ones. without the cuffs, he generated one for his missing arm.

"y-you're bleeding again! i got you all healed up on one side and you're fucking up the other! is this on purpose!?" you frantically asked, looking around the room for a first aid kit.

kidd chuckled, "still true to your duty even in off times? you're one hell of a nurse."

you heard the steps and the gunshots nearing, and you didn't think twice to drag you and kidd to the bathroom. the guards soon entered the on call room and it was a goddamn mess it looked like a typhoon ran through it. but kidd was nowhere in sight. the only place left to check was the bathroom, which had its lights on.

"w-what the fuck are you- why are you strippin'?!" kidd turned red and all flustered, you had him standing at the other end of the tub with the water running from the shower on the other end. "also, why the fuck did you turn the shower on?!" you hushed him, as if telling him to trust you.

you wrapped a towel around you and then took everything off. only thing left is your panties so you appear quite literally naked. you then got in the tub with kidd. wetting your hair, your face and shoulders before drawing the curtain. kidd remained in his position uncomfortably standing as far as he can and keeping his eyes off of you, even though the proximity was so suffocating.

not even a second passed and the door busted open with the cops and their rifles pointed at the drawn curtain. they instantly dropped their guard and got flustered when they saw you peak from the shower.

"oh shit- sorry, nurse name. we're just- your patient broke out, the mob boss-"

"get out!"

they left apologizing, not questioning you anymore because they have seriously overstepped. the fact that the suspect might be inside flew off their heads when they saw a half naked woman.

"did all that just to save my ass? and now you're half naked before me? aren't you such a doll." kidd said behind you, turning off the shower as he got close to you in doing so, his chest pressing on your back. "let's get that shit off, aye? water makes my metal arm go weak."

it was at that point where everything had dawned in on you. the bullshit you were doing. helping a criminal and you were on your panties with just a towel covering your bare frame before him. you felt cold and you instantly stepped out the tub.

"oh? don't be scared. i won't fuckin' bite. matter of fact, i respect it. made me admire you more." kidd planned to get out but you just rushed to him and drew the curtains once more. pushing him quite fiercely back in the tub he almost slipped.

"s-stop! i-i'll g-get d-dressed first!" you said in much like a blabber, hurrying to just put some clothes on. kidd couldn't contain his smile, leaning his head by the walls and laughing silently to himself. the pain in his arm fading with the burst of joy. his heart getting a little too excited for you.

once it's all over you had him sit down the toilet seat so you can clean his wound and take the bullet out.

"hey, bonnie." he started, observing how you try to calm down with that flustered look on your face amidst prepping his wound to take the bullet out.

"mind tellin' me why you're doin' all this? coulda just left me there, aye? it ain't me to sweat the little things but it makes me wonder a lot about you. ain't you scared of me? for what i might do to you now that i ain't in cuffs anymore?"his voice was dark and he spoke a little slower this time. with sincere and observant eyes. he's making you feel hot with his gaze, so much so that you can't get the damn gloves in your sweaty hands.

"shut up just- shut up." you mumbled, still not looking at him in the eye. his metal hand grabbed your hand, which was earlier busy with tending to his shot arm, to stop you so you can look at him.

"i told you not to get close to me." he started, "so why the fuck are you still playin' nurse while i'm on the run?"

he wasn't teasing nor was he fucking around. kidd was genuinely looking for answers. because he makes a damn good point in calling you out. but you don't know either. you can just leave him lying around. get his head roll so peace will finally be in the south once and for all. but you can't because you're way too fond of him too.

you revere the rush with him. you're such a freak really, the adrenaline you get from the danger he exudes. he makes you excited. feeling like this for a patient is unethical but hell, at this point with the shit you're doing, you're bound to lose your license at this point.

"i didn't forget that dinner you promised." you sat before him, gloves finally in place while holding the forceps you had in your first aid kit. "now keep quiet cause i'll get that bullet out."

kidd was speechless. his heart running a mile per second, the pain in his arm as you carried out the task was almost dulled because he couldn't hear anything but his heart. he never thought you'd feel the same way. he thought you were way out of his league. but here you are now, saving him for another chance and not leaving him susceptible for infection.

but it was not long before he squirmed in pain when the bullet lodged in his brachium moved with you trying to pull it out. you tried alleviating his agony by gently holding him in place by the side of his neck, your thumb soothing circles near his pulse. he was going fucking ballistic at this point with your touch and stimulation and the excruciating pain in his arm.

once you got the bullet out, he was sweating. his body limp and leaning on the tiled walls of the bathroom. you stitched him up soon after cleaning his wound and then bandaged him. he was quiet and was watching you the whole time. very still and was not even teasing you.

"that was the longest i've heard you shut your mouth. was it that painful?" you joked, chuckling as you cut off the final strip of bandage from the roll.

but kidd had pulled you into a kiss with his metal arm when you met his eyes after your joke. he caught your breath as he grinned through your lips, angling his head better to sneak in his tongue. and you just melted like a puddle. your eyes wide open throughout the kiss.

but it was not long before you melted, taking him all in and closing your eyes. his tongue driving you nuts as you squeezed on his thigh, asking him to stop because more of it will make you explode.

once he pulled away, he gave your chin a little poke. the metal playfully meeting your skin with its cold surface.

that's how the most notorious man of the south had escaped with his assigned nurse. news spread out quickly that it was a love out of a novel that sparked in the walls of the prison. some crazy x crazy crap you two danced on.

because why else would you be so keen on making yourself smell good before he picks you up for that dumb dinner? maybe he'd like a sweet smell? or maybe a powdery smell? an erotic one?

and when did the most notorious overthought how he did his hair when he never really cared about it? would you like to see it messy? styled?

kidd had you wore a silk red dress he picked out while he donned a matching one. he pulled up with his convertible on one of his villas that he had you stay in for the time being. he let himself in and waited for you by the couches near the stairs, impatiently at that.

"couldn't wait any longer in your car?" your voice echoed the huge walls of his manor. he looked up and saw you, his heart skipped a beat at how mesmerizing you already look even when you're this far.

"i don't like waiting." he replied, a soft grin as he kept his eye on you as you descended the stairs and finally got close to him. "knew red would look good on you." kidd snaked his flesh arm on your side, placing a kiss down your neck so as to not ruin your make up.

he felt your pulse quicken and your breath hitch when he pulled away. his arm around you tighten. his cologne pungent. and you saw his scar up close, the one you nursed—god, he looked hot.

"hm? somethin' on my face?" he tilted his head a little, discerning the look in your eyes.

you held his cheek close and placed a kiss on his lips. a kiss that's been precarious and has been begging ever since you two parted ways—when he dropped you off of this villa and he went to his own place for a couple of days. you didn't catch sight of him nor did he stop by for a few days, you figured it's some things he's catching up on with the underworld cause he's been MIA for several weeks because of his arrest.

"your lips need more pigment, i don't want you looking dead when i got you all healed up." you wiped your thumb to the corner of his lips, getting rid of the smudged area. you admired your creation with a soft grin.

kidd fought every fiber of his being to not just sling you in his arm and take this all upstairs. after all–with one flick of his finger, that metal ring that keeps your dress together will come right off because that thing you did flipped a switch in him.

"since when did you become so damn cheeky." he slung his arm behind your neck and walked with you out the door. he shut the door behind you before manipulating the car door with his ability from afar so you could get in with ease.

"hm? isn't that one of the things why i amuse you?" you faced him, observing how he would react at your reply. but your stomach was already growling so he ended up laughing in driving off.

"you're kiddin'. how're you only gonna eat a steak dish at a michelin restaurant?" kidd almost berated you at your hesitance when you're literally having a date with one of the richest people in the world.

"i-it's my first time here i want to take it easy, plus i... think it'd be overstepping if i order a lot." you fiddled with your fingers. this wasn't your usual saturday nights so you felt a little shy about it.

"bonnie." he pulled you closer by the curve of your hips, the seat was a semicircular sofa surrounding half of the circular table so he was handsy with you. "this is my treat. the shit i'm spendin' 'ere ain't even a dime to me. so fuck off with that oversteppin' shit you're on about and enjoy the dinner with me, aye?" he slowly laid it out for you in his ear, his fingers digging on the sides of your bare thigh.

as you almost break into a smile, you hear gunshots from afar the restaurant with wares breaking and people exclaiming. kidd's grip around you tightened and he immediately pulled out his gun.

then it dawned in on you. you're both wanted, branded as fugitives. you might as well learn how to fight now, because you'll always be doing it with kidd on your side. constantly being on the run as the first lady of the south blue's most notorious man.

AAAAAHHH 🥹🫶 this was kinda hard to do! i didn't know how to make it dark romancy? as a SN this got me thinkin too much 🫣😳

thank you so much for the request anon! 🌷 kidd as a mafia boss 🤩🔥

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