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inseobts · 30 days ago

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Kidd, luffy and law x reader (love triangle) please 😽😻

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luffy x reader + law x reader + kid x reader

a/n: bestie that’s not a love triangle, that’s a love quadrangle lmao. jokes apart, I ended up making it a bit too platonic and about you joining their crew, but I hope you’ll like it anyway.

reader’s powers: inspired by solo leveling

tags: post-wano, strong!reader, slow burn, tension

words count: 3.5k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The war for Wano is over.

Kaido has fallen. Orochi is dead. The Beasts Pirates have been crushed.

And yet, despite the celebrations, the laughter, and the cries of victory in the Flower Capital, you stand apart alone, as you’re used to.

The battlefield still writhes with shadows. Black, eerie figures kneel at your feet, remnants of those you’ve slain, now bound to your will.

Your power grants you dominion over the dead. Every opponent you cut down becomes yours, their shadows shackled to you in eternal servitude.

Some call you a monster. Others call you a deity of war. Either way, they fear you.

And that’s why the three most dangerous men alive are now fighting over you.

“Oi! There you are!”

Luffy’s voice rings across the ruined battlefield, his footsteps loud as he runs up to you. His grin is as bright as ever, completely unaffected by the haunting army of shadows still lurking behind you.

“That was so cool!” he says, eyes practically sparkling “You should totally join my crew!”

You blink “What?”

“You’re strong! And awesome! And you’d love the Sunny!” Luffy laughs “I bet you and Zoro would get along!”

You tilt your head. He’s serious.

Before you can answer...

“Tch. Move it, Straw Hat.”

Boots stomp onto the cracked ground. Kid.

His crimson eyes burn with something like admiration but it’s buried beneath his usual arrogance.

“You’re not actually considering that dumbass, are you?” He folds his arms, metal arm gleaming under the moonlight “You belong with a real crew… mine.”

You smirk “You mean a ship full of lunatics?”

Kid’s grin widens “Exactly, you’re obviously one of us.”

Before you can respond—

“You two never shut up.”

The voice is calm, sharp. Surgical.

Law steps forward, hands in his coat pockets, golden eyes locked onto you. Unlike the others, he doesn’t demand or taunt.

He simply says “You’re not looking for chaos. You’re not looking for a crew of idiots fighting over scraps. You’re looking for something bigger.” His gaze sharpens “Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”

The air tightens. The unspoken challenge crackles like thunder.

Luffy’s grin never fades “I’m not losing to either of you.”

Kid scoffs “Like hell you aren’t.”

Law just smirks “We’ll see.”

You exhale. They’re serious.

Three captains. Three paths.

You sigh, crossing your arms as you watch Luffy, Kid, and Law glare at each other, their presence crackling like lightning in the air.

“You guys do realize,” you deadpan, “that I never said I was joining any of you? You all know I’m a lonely pirate and somehow I already have my crew…”

Luffy ignores you “They’re all shadows… Join my crew, Y/N!” he says, grinning ear to ear “We’re all super strong! And we have a cook who makes the best food ever!”

Kid scoffs “You think food is what’s gonna convince them, Straw Hat?” He turns to you, crimson eyes gleaming “You’re wasted with these idiots. With me, you’d have the strongest crew on the seas. No one could touch us. And admit it, your powers fit us.”

Law sighs, rubbing his temple like he’s already exhausted by both of them “You two are insufferable.” He looks at you, his golden eyes sharp and calculating “You don’t need chaos. You don’t need a circus act. You need something real. Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”

You blink at them. They’re serious.

You already knew that Luffy was stubborn as hell, Kid was relentless, and Law was dangerous in the quietest ways, but you didn’t think they’d actually fight over you.

Your silence seems to fuel the fire.

“What can you even offer them, Trafalgar?” Kid sneers, cracking his knuckles “A crew full of weaklings?”

“I have a submarine” Law says coolly.

Luffy pauses “…That’s actually kind of cool. But the Sunny is way cooler! And we have the best musician ever! Do you guys even have music on your ships?”

You exhale through your nose “You guys do realize you’re treating me like a damn prize, right?”

Luffy blinks “Huh?”

Law sighs “That’s not what this is.”

Kid smirks “I mean, it kinda is.”

The ground shakes as your shadows shift, the weight of your power pressing down on the air “You’re acting like I’m just gonna follow one of you like a lost puppy.”

Kid grins “Wouldn’t say no to that.”

Before you can reply, a new voice cuts in.

“Oi! What the hell is going on here? We thought you were killing each other.”

You glance over to see Zoro, Killer, and Bepo approaching, the rest of their respective crews trailing behind them. Nami, Sanji, and Usopp are already watching from a distance, curiosity burning in their eyes. Heat and Wire stand near Killer, arms crossed. Shachi and Penguin exchange glances, whispering to each other.

It’s clear that the entire alliance has noticed the brewing tension.

“What is this, some kind of territory dispute?” Zoro grumbles, adjusting his swords.

“Oh, it’s worse,” Sanji says, lighting a cigarette “They’re fighting over y/n.”

Zoro pauses “Wait, seriously?”

“Seems like” Nami confirms.

Bepo looks at Law, confused “Captain, what’s happening?”

“Nothing” Law says flatly.

Killer sighs “Eustass-ya, this is ridiculous.”

Kid waves him off “Shut up, Killer. I’m working.”

“Working?” You narrow your eyes.

Kid shrugs, smirking “I like collecting powerful things.”

Luffy snorts “Well, I like collecting friends!”

Law rubs his temples again, clearly regretting everything.

Sanji exhales a plume of smoke “Well, well. What an interesting little mess.” as he eyes you with a smirk.

Your shadows ripple violently.

“Absolutely not.”

The temperature seems to drop as your aura expands. Even the wind seems to hold its breath.

The crews tense. They’ve seen you fight. They’ve seen the horrors your power can unleash.

Kid whistles, impressed “Damn. I like that.”

Luffy grins, unfazed “Your powers are so cool!”

Law watches you closely. Too closely. His golden eyes see more than you want him to.

You exhale “I don’t take orders from anyone. Not you. Not the World Government. Not anyone.”

Kid smirks “Then what do you want?”

You hesitate.

Because the truth is that you don’t know.

Luffy steps closer, eyes bright with something honest “You wanna see the world with us?”

Kid leans in, voice dropping into something dangerous “Or do you wanna rule it?”

Law, ever the strategist, doesn’t ask. He just looks at you and says “You’re searching for something. I can help you find it.”

The weight of their offers settles over you like a storm.

And for the first time in a long time you feel something real.

Luffy’s grin softens “You’d be awesome on the Sunny!”

Kid scoffs “Or you could actually be on a ship worthy of your strength.”

Law sighs, tilting his head slightly “You’re both exhausting.” But his eyes flick back to you, and for a second you see something intense.

They’re not letting this go.

“Yeesh, are they flirting or fighting?” Nami mutters.

Usopp stares “I… honestly can’t tell.”

Killer just sighs “Both.”

Heat nudges Wire “Should we start taking bets?”

Sanji exhales, watching you closely “Lucky bastards.”

You ignore them all, looking at the three captains in front of you. You’re not stupid, you know this isn’t just about power anymore.

It’s about you.

Kid steps closer, voice dropping just for you “You’re different.” His crimson eyes glint with something hungry “You’re not scared of me. You’re not scared of anything, are you?”

You smirk “Should I be?”

His grin stretches wider “I’d like to see you try.”

Luffy, still smiling, grabs your wrist. His fingers are warm, rough from battle and adventure, but there’s nothing forceful in the way he holds you. It’s just excited, unfiltered emotion.

“You’d have so much fun with us, y/n!” He leans in, voice almost giddy “I wanna show you the whole world!”

Your heart skips. Just a little.

Then a hand grabs Luffy’s wrist, yanking it off of you.

Law.

His touch is cool, precise, almost possessive. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at Luffy, then at you. There’s something undeniably sharp in his gaze now.

Something dangerous.

“Don’t touch them so casually” he says. His voice is low.

Luffy just tilts his head “Huh? Why not?”

Law doesn’t answer.

Kid watches, then laughs “Holy shit. You’re jealous.”

Law ignores him, eyes still locked on you “This isn’t a game.” His voice is quieter now “Not for me.”

And for once, you don’t know what to say.

The air feels heavier now, not from battle, but from something far more dangerous.

This isn’t just about alliances anymore.

This is a chase.

The weight of their gazes presses in. Too much.

You exhale slowly, rolling your shoulders back. The shadows one by one sink into the ground, vanishing like ink in water, back to where they belong.

The battlefield is quiet.

Kid watches with sharp interest “Tch. Even your Devil Fruit is showy.”

Luffy tilts his head, blinking “Huh? Where’d they go?”

Law doesn’t speak, just watches you with that calculating gaze, as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking.

But you don’t give them the chance.

You turn on your heel and walk away.

Not a word.

Not an explanation.

Just silence.

The festival in the Flower Capital is alive with laughter, music, and sake. People are celebrating, embracing their long-awaited freedom.

The people of Wano don’t know you like they know the others. You’re not a Straw Hat, not a Heart Pirate, not part of Kid’s crew. You’re just a shadow passing through their victory.

It should be freeing.

It isn’t.

You settle against a wooden post near a quieter part of the town, eyes drifting up to the lanterns lighting up the sky. The night is warm, the air thick with the scent of grilled food and spilled alcohol. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear Brook playing music, the faint sound of Luffy laughing, the chaotic voices of pirates and samurai alike.

And yet, you’re alone.

Just how you like it.

…Right?

“You’re hard to find.”

The voice is low, familiar.

You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. Trafalgar Law.

He steps beside you, hands tucked in his coat pockets, golden eyes flicking toward yours. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you. Something unspoken.

You don’t acknowledge him right away. Just sip from the drink you swiped earlier.

“You followed me?”

Law doesn’t deny it “You left without saying anything.”

“You guys were annoying me.”

He exhales through his nose, amused “I figured.”

Silence stretches between you, comfortable but heavy. The festival noise hums in the background, but this moment feels separate from all of it.

After a beat, Law speaks again.

“You’re not staying, are you?”

“Would that disappoint you?”

Law’s gaze sharpens, but not with irritation, but something deeper.

“I don’t like wasting my time,” he murmurs “And I don’t chase things I can’t keep.”

Your heartbeat stumbles.

A challenge. A warning. A confession. Maybe all three.

For the first time in a long time, you don’t know what to say, and Law notices.

Your grip tightens around your cup, but you force yourself to keep your expression neutral “That so?”

Law doesn’t answer right away. He just watches you, too closely, as if he’s already mapping out every possible move you could make. Then he tilts his head slightly.

“You don’t run from battles.” His voice is smooth, steady “But you walked away from us.”

You scoff “Don’t tell me you took that personally.”

He exhales through his nose “I don’t take things personally. I just like to understand what I’m dealing with.” His golden eyes flick to yours, sharp, unreadable “And you? You’re an enigma.”

A small smirk tugs at your lips “Flattery, Trafalgar?”

“Observation.”

The weight of his gaze lingers. Heavy. And something about it, about him, unsettles you in a way you don’t want to acknowledge. Because he’s right.

You don’t walk away from fights. You don’t back down from challenges. But something about them, about this whole mess, made you leave.

Before you can respond, a loud, familiar voice cuts through the air.

“There you are!”

Footsteps. Heavy boots against wood.

Kid.

He stomps over, crimson eyes flicking between you and Law, his lip curling “The hell is this?”

You raise a brow “A conversation?”

Kid huffs, rolling his shoulders like he’s shaking off some irritation “Didn’t think you were the type to have quiet conversations.”

Law clicks his tongue “And I didn’t think you were the type to go looking for someone who left without a word.”

Kid’s eyes darken “Tch. You think I give a damn if they left? I just don’t like loose ends.”

But the way his gaze lingers on you says otherwise.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid “Why are you two even here?”

Kid folds his arms “Maybe I don’t like being ignored.”

Law hums “Needy.”

“Shut the hell up, Trafalgar.”

You sigh “You’re both ridiculous.”

Kid leans against the post next to you, his smirk sharp “Maybe. But you didn’t answer the question.”

You glance at him “What question?”

He tilts his head, watching you like a predator watching its prey “Are you staying?”

The air between you tightens.

You could lie and tell them exactly what they want to hear, but you don’t answer at all. And this silence is what gets them.

Kid’s smirk twitches, like he doesn’t like not knowing. Law’s fingers flex at his sides, like he wants to dissect every inch of your thoughts.

And just when you think you might finally get some peace a familiar laugh echoes.

Luffy.

He lands in front of you, grinning like he hasn’t just dropped into the middle of something tense.

“Oi, y/n!” His grin stretches wide, his eyes shining “I’ve been looking for you!”

Of course he has. Of course they all have.

Luffy's wide eyes flick between you, Law, and Kid and he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Eh? You guys are here too?”

Kid rolls his eyes “No shit.”

Law sighs, rubbing his temple “Straw Hat-ya, this really isn’t—”

But Luffy’s already stepping into your space. Closer than the others. Closer than anyone should be.

His warm fingers brush against your wrist, tugging lightly but not pulling, not forcing.

“You left before the party started,” he says, pouting “I wanted to drink with you.”

His voice isn’t demanding. It’s something worse... soft.

Unfiltered. Real.

Your pulse skips just for a second. And from the way Law tenses and Kid narrows his eyes, you know they notice.

You don’t pull away, but you don’t answer either.

Luffy tilts his head “Are you mad?”

You blink “Why would I be mad?”

He shrugs “Dunno. Maybe ‘cause we wouldn’t stop arguing in front of you.”

Kid scoffs “You mean because you wouldn’t shut up?”

Luffy grins “Well, yeah.”

Law exhales, voice flat “Straw Hat-ya, you’re not helping.”

But Luffy doesn’t care. He never does. He just looks at you, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

“You didn’t answer Kid’s question” he says.

You freeze. Of course he noticed.

Kid shifts beside you, arms crossed, eyes burning “Yeah, y/n. You staying or not?”

Law watches you, calculating, unreadable.

The festival noise fades. It’s just them. Just this. And you still don’t answer. Not because you don’t know, but because they all want different things.

Kid wants power. A challenge. Someone who doesn’t bend to him but still stands beside him. And you can give him that.

Law wants strategy. Precision. Someone he can trust, someone who understands things without needing to say them. And, angain, you can give him that.

Luffy just...

Luffy just wants you as you.

Not for your strength. Not for your Devil Fruit.

Just because you’re you.

And that’s the scariest thing of them all to you.

So instead of answering, you finally pull your hand back.

“I’m going to get a drink” you say simply.

Then you walk away, again. And this time none of them stop you.

Your boots move over the worn wooden planks of the street, but your mind lingers on the moment you pulled away. On the way they looked at you. You grip the sake bottle you swiped from a distracted vendor, your fingers pressing just a little too tightly around it. You shouldn’t care and yet... Footsteps. You don’t turn. You don’t have to. “I thought I told you I was getting a drink” you murmur. A low chuckle. Rough, amused. “Didn’t say I wasn’t getting one too.” Kid. Of course. You glance over your shoulder. He’s close.

Crimson eyes gleaming, coat still torn from battle, his usual sneer replaced with something slower, something that lingers. He’s looking at you like you’re his favorite fight.

You sigh, raising the bottle to your lips “What, afraid I’ll disappear?”

Kid’s smirk sharpens “I don’t get afraid.”

You swallow, letting the warmth of the sake burn down your throat “Could’ve fooled me.”

His grin widens “Tch. You wish.”

You should tell him to leave but you don’t. Because despite the way Kid is all sharp edges, all arrogance, all chaos, he’s also the one who followed. The one who didn’t let you slip into the night alone.

“Where the hell do you think you’re running off to, anyway?” he asks.

You tilt your head, watching him “Who says I’m running?”

Kid scoffs “Please. You didn’t just walk away. You walked the hell out.”

You hum, taking another slow sip “And yet, here you are.”

His smirk doesn’t fade “Damn right.”

“You’re different from them” he mutters.

You raise a brow “Them?”

His eyes flick back to where Law and Luffy were.

“They don’t get you like I do.” His voice drops just slightly, lower, rougher “You don’t play nice. You don’t follow. And you sure as hell don’t belong on a crew that treats life like a damn adventure story.”

You exhale, tapping the bottle against your thigh “That why you’re here?”

Kid takes another step closer, his voice a challenge and a promise all at once.

“I’m here ‘cause you don’t belong to anyone, y/n...”

His grin turns sharp.

“...but you could stand beside me. And you know that.”

A challenge. A temptation. And a mistake.

Because before you can answer, another voice cuts in.

“You don’t decide that for them.”

Kid turns, scowling, just as Law steps into the light.

You exhale through your nose “Figures you’d show up next. You all won't give up until I make a choice, will you?”

Law doesn’t deny it “Because you keep walking away” His voice is level “But you didn’t leave.”

Kid scoffs “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

But Law ignores him. He steps closer, close enough that the air between you shifts. His voice is quieter now, meant only for you.

“If you were really leaving, you would’ve been gone by now.”

You grip the bottle tighter “And what if I just wanted a damn drink in peace?”

“Then you wouldn’t have let him follow.”

Your pulse stumbles. Kid’s jaw clenches, but before he can snap back, a familiar warmth crashes into you.

Luffy.

Arms wrapping around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his laugh bright, unbothered by the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

“There you are!” He pulls back just enough to grin up at you “I knew you weren’t really leaving yet!”

You blink “What makes you so sure?”

Luffy tilts his head, confused by the question itself “Because you didn’t say goodbye.”

The simplicity of it hits harder than it should, because he’s right. You didn’t.

Law’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t look away from you “You’re still deciding.”

Kid’s jaw ticks “Tch. Just say it already.”

Luffy just waits, still smiling. Because he already knows.

And suddenly, you realize that so do you.

You inhale. Exhale. And then you turn.

Not to Kid.

Not to Law.

But to Luffy.

His eyes widen slightly, his fingers twitching against your sleeve “Eh?”

Your lips curl into a smirk “Took you long enough to find me, though”

Then he jumps with joy, hugs you tightly and kiss you on the cheek, which shocks you.

Luffy’s arms still wrapping tight around you like he never wants to let go.

Kid curses loudly, wheeling around to storm off, shoving a stunned passerby out of his way “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Law sighs heavily, running a hand down his face “Honestly.” But there’s no real bitterness in his voice, just understanding. Because they both saw it before you did.

You were never meant to follow. Never meant to stand beside them.

You were meant to run wild and free, with the only captain who never wanted to tame you in the first place.

Luffy pulls back, beaming, his hands still tight around you “So that means you’re coming with me, right?”

“As if you’d let me go.”

He grins.

“Never.”

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this-blog-needs-a-name · 4 months ago

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One Piece Fic Recs

This is a list of incredible One Piece fanfics I have read either on Tumblr or Ao3 the majority of which are character x reader/oc.

📝 Ongoing/Unfinished

Long Works (>25,000 words)

It Comes in Waves by analogwriting Trafalgar Law x f!reader (71k)

The Bird & The Mermaid (Trafalgar Law x F!Reader) by BlackOrchid1004 (40k)

Small Changes by SweetScentences Platonic Law and Corazon fix it (37k)

The Daughter's Return by @cozage Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (126k)

Birds of a Feather by flyingfishgirl Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (74k)

Inked on Skin by Archaeological / @tackyink Trafalgar Law x OFC (385k)

📝 Home of the Sun by Nahella Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (167k)

📝 Free (Trafalgar Law/Reader) by ElenaMoon (153k)

📝 Throne by teroinreadsteroinwrites Shanks x OFC (41k)

📝 This is Us by Anonymous Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (90k)

📝 Card-Sharp by VintagexTypewriter Shanks x OFC (90k)

📝 Home Is Where the Hearts Are by brouhahas Trafalgar Law x f!reader (37k)

📝 Rare Whales, Shining Seas, and the One That Dreams of Them by NunTheWiser Platonic Whitebeard Pirates, Platonic Heart Pirates x OFC (339k)

📝 Bound by Silver by ToastedMilkBar Corazon x f!reader (46k)

📝 Immune To Your Charms by @grandline-fics Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader (26k)

📝 Chaos in Their Bones by @eureka-its-zico OPLA Zoro x f!reader (148k)

📝 Determination! by @thesharktanksdriver Platonic multiple characters/crews x child!reader (69k)

Puzzled by @mynewblackdress OPLA Sanji x f!reader (35k)

Medium Works (10,000-24,999 words)

Epiphytism by Jarchetype Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (23k)

Little Blue Bird by MidNightWriter42 Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (12k)

📝 Affiliation by maybeitsdee Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (23k)

📝 The Beast and the Mouse by @simpleeindulge Eustass Kid x f!reader (12k)

📝 Little Game by @gingernut1314 Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (16k)

the blade daughter by @halfvalid OPLA Zoro x f!reader, Dracule Mihawk x daughter!reader (24k)

You Should Be Sad by @fanaticsnail Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (14k)

put my name at the top of your list by @ladadiida Sanji x f!reader (12k)

Through Shadow by @gingernut1314 OPLA Sanji x f!reader (10k)

Your Highness by @nanawritesit OPLA Sanji x f!reader (13k)

Come Sail Away by @sassenach-on-the-rocks OPLA Sanji x f!reader, OPLA Zoro x sister!reader (15k)

📝 Stowaway by @spitfire-of-the-sea Platonic Whitebeard Pirates x f!reader (10k)

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clare-875 · 4 months ago

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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."

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lustfulcelestial · 1 month ago

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Sweat never looked so good😉

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grandline-fics · 10 months ago

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The Grand Line's Bounty List

Have to now split the Masterlist into multiple posts now because of the amount of links.

HEART PIRATES, KID PIRATES, WHITEBEARD PIRATES, BIG MOM PIRATES, DONQUIXOTE FAMILY

Law The Moment They Started Seeing You Differently Seeing You Differently Part Two An Angry Confession You Need Liquid Courage To Act Lazy Mornings With You Comforting Him On A Bad Day You Get Pregnant After A One Night Stand You Call Them A Term Of Endearment They Touch Your Cold Hands/Feet At Night They Hurt You While Controlled The Little Things They Love With You Confronting Your Feelings After Being Silently In Love Prompt: Accidental Kiss You're There To Ease His Pain They Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else You Say Their Name In Your Sleep The First Time They Hear You Sing Prompt: Jealousy Kiss w/Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Kiss You Right Now? You Try To Hide Illness From Him When You Fall Unconscious When You Unexpectedly Appear In The Paper Prompt: "No! Don't Give Me Those Puppy-Dog Eyes!" Valentines Event: Single Red Rose Valentines Event: Cupid's Arrow When You Don't Kiss Them Back

Kid The First Time They Hear You Sing You Call Them A Term Of Endearment They Touch Your Cold Hands/Feet At Night The Moment They Started Seeing You Differently The Little Things They Love With You You're Shorter Than Him Their Favourite Moments To Kiss You The Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else You're His Opposite Prompt: Jealousy Kiss w/Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Kiss You Right Now? Prompt: Accidentally Saying 'I Love You' They Hurt You While Controlled Prompt: Desperate Kiss

Killer He Has A Crush On A Strawhat! Reader The Little Things They Love With You You Say Their Name In Your Sleep When You Fall Unconscious Valentines Event: True Loves Kiss

Ace Lazy Mornings With You You Call Them A Term Of Endearment You're Serious Until You See Something Cute They Hurt You While Controlled The Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else They Finally See You Jealous The First Time They Hear You Sing The Crew Interfere To Get You Together Prompt: Jealousy Kiss w/Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Kiss You Right Now? Prompt: Taking The Hit For Them Prompt: Secretly Dating w/Desperate Kiss Prompt: Fake Dating (Modern!Au) When You Fall Unconscious He Gets Turned Into A Younger Version Of Himself When You Don't Kiss Them Back

Marco You Call Them A Term Of Endearment Lazy Mornings With You They Finally See You Jealous The First Time They Hear You Sing When You Fall Unconscious

Katakuri The Have A Nightmare You Marry Someone Else Valentines Event: Love Potion

Rosinante/Corazon They Catch You In Their Clothes Valentines Event: Love Potion

Doflamingo Immune To Your Charms, Ch.2, Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.12 Ch.13 Ch.14 Ch.15 Valentines Event: True Love's Kiss When You Don't Kiss Them Back

Other Masterlists:

Strawhats

Red Hair Pirates, Cross Guild, Marines, Revolutionary Army

#one piece #one piece fic #one piece masterlist #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece fanfiction #trafalgar law #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #marco the phoenix #charlotte katakuri #portgas d ace #heart pirates #kid pirates #whitebeard pirates #big mom pirates #donquixote rosinante #donquixote family

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alwayssassydreamer · 1 month ago

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His For The Taking

A/N: thanks for the request Ann(on): "reader and kid have to oretend to be a couple but they develop feelings, maybe nsfw-ish and femreader please" i really had fun writing this and therefore it got kinda long sorry, hope you like it

Word count > 5k

Summary: you had saved Kid's ass once and now he owes you one, you're a thief and have your eyes on a nice jewel and need Kid's help to steal it during a party at which Kid has to pretend to be your husband

Warnings: nsfwish, kissing, sexual tension, not proofread, MDNI ⚠️

Characters: Kid x Reader

The ballroom was suffocating. Gilded chandeliers cast a blinding light, illuminating the opulence of the guests, World Nobles, crime lords, merchants who got rich off stolen goods. This was exactly the kind of place where fortunes were gambled and stolen in the same night.

And you were here for one reason: the bloody jewel, a jewel red as blood worth enough to set you up for life. But you weren’t stupid. You knew the people in this room. They wouldn’t just let you waltz in and walk out with their prize.

Which is why you had him.

Eustass Kid stood beside you, towering, broad-shouldered, all sharp teeth and muscle under a neatly picked suit you had him wear. His arms were crossed, and his scowl was mean enough to make lesser men turn away. He looked exactly how you needed him to, like a dangerous husband who’d break someone’s skull if they looked at you the wrong way.

And judging by the way his fingers flexed against his metal arm, he was itching to do just that.

“You owe me, Kid,” you had reminded him when you found him sulking in a dimly lit bar two days ago. “One little favor. Play my husband for a night and make sure no one gets suspicious while I handle business.”

His lip curled. “What’s in it for me?”

“The fact that I won’t remind you how I saved your ass from the Marines?” you had shot back, smirking. “Or, if that’s not enough, you get to scare the rich bastards for fun.”

That had sealed the deal. And now here you were, standing under too-bright lights, pretending like you belonged in this world of snakes.

Kid exhaled sharply beside you. “This is fuckin’ boring.”

“You’re supposed to act like a doting husband, not a pissed-off bouncer.”

“I don’t do ‘doting.’”

You turned, arching a brow. “You sure? You keep looking at me like you want to take a bite out of me.”

His smirk was slow, sharp, deliberate. “Who says I don’t?”

The way he said it sent a ripple of heat through your spine. Damn him.

Before you could respond, a finely dressed noble approached. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said smoothly, eyes lingering too long on your exposed collarbone. “You must be—”

Kid slung an arm around your waist, yanking you flush against him. You barely caught the smirk before he bared his teeth at the noble. “She’s my wife,” he growled. “So keep yer fuckin’ eyes to yerself.”

The noble paled, stammered out some excuse, and scurried off. You tilted your head up, narrowing your eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe.” His fingers toyed with the fabric of your dress, his voice dropping to something low, something dangerous. “You don’t play fair either, y’know. Walking around in this - makin’ every bastard in the room wanna eat you alive.”

Your heart pounded, and you hated that he was right. That tension - the one that had been there since the first time you crossed paths - was crackling between you both like a live wire.

But there was no time for this. Not now.

You exhaled, tilting your lips into a smirk. “Try to keep it in your pants, Captain. We have a jewel to steal.”

Kid grinned, and just like that, you knew this game was far from over.

The moment you slipped away from the main ballroom, Kid was right behind you.

The grand hallway was dimly lit, lined with gold-trimmed paintings and marble statues that probably cost as much as a small kingdom. You moved with practiced ease, your body humming with the thrill of the job, but you weren’t alone.

You could feel him, the heat of his gaze burning into your back and probably your ass. The way his heavy boots followed your every move.

“You keep starin’ at me like that, and I might start thinking you actually like having me around,” you teased, barely sparing him a glance over your shoulder.

Kid scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But his eyes betrayed him. They dragged over you, slow and unashamed, taking in the curve of your hips, the way your dress hugged your body in all the right places. His hands flexed at his sides like he was resisting the urge to grab you.

You turned a corner, finding the private vault door at the end of the hall. This was it. The bloody jewel was just beyond that thick steel door. You had done your research. You knew the code. You had planned everything.

Except for the part where Kid was still standing too damn close.

His breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, voice low and rough. “You’re takin’ your sweet time.”

“I like to do things right.”

His lips quirked. “That’s a lie.”

You smirked, punching in the code. “Fine. I like to do things my way.”

The lock clicked. The vault door cracked open with a soft hiss, revealing a pedestal in the center of the room. Atop it, in a glass case, sat the bloody jewel—a massive, iridescent jewel, shimmering under the soft golden lights.

It was almost too easy.

Too easy, until a hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

You barely had time to react before Kid yanked you back, pressing you flush against the cool metal door.

Your pulse jumped. “The hell is your problem?”

His grip tightened. “That’s what I wanna know.” His eyes were burning now, filled with something dangerous. Something wicked.

“You been playin’ games with me all night,” he murmured, voice dropping into a growl. “Wearin’ that fuckin’ dress, runnin’ that smart mouth. You knew exactly what you were doin’, didn’t you?”

Your breath caught. Not because you were scared - you weren’t - but because this? This was the game.

And now, Kid was playing to win.

“Are you accusing me of something, Captain?” you mused, tilting your chin up defiantly.

His grip on your wrist slackened, only to slide lower - down your arm, your waist, until his fingers pressed against the dip of your hip. His metal arm caged you in against the door.

“You tell me,” he muttered, his voice dark silk, roughened at the edges. “Am I just your bodyguard tonight, or do you want somethin’ more?”

Your heartbeat was racing. Damn him. Damn the way he smelled like oil and metal. Damn the way his breath tickled your skin, making it impossible to think straight.

A one-night stand just ain’t enough.

The line echoed in your mind, unspoken, but you knew he felt the same. This wasn’t just tension. This was fire, and it was catching fast.

But you weren’t about to lose this little game.

So you leaned up, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered:

“Help me get that jewel first, and maybe I’ll let you find out.”

Kid let out a dark chuckle, low and dangerous, before pulling back just enough to smirk down at you.

“Oh, mouse,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “Now you’re speakin’ my language.”

Kid’s smirk was downright wicked.

“Better hurry up then,” he murmured, his fingers flexing against your hip before he finally pulled away, leaving a trail of heat where his touch had been. “Or are you too distracted?”

Your lips parted, whether to throw back a sharp retort or just to breathe again, you weren’t sure. He had you rattled, and he knew it. But you weren’t about to let him win.

You turned sharply, refocusing on the bloody jewel. One quick step, one flick of your wrist, and the delicate tools you had hidden in the slit of your dress were in your hand. The glass case was child’s play, nothing you hadn’t cracked before.

And yet—

The weight of his stare still burned into you.

Solid as a rock, you reminded yourself. Don’t let him get to you.

But then he moved again, prowling forward, stopping just behind you.

"You always this slow?" he murmured.

"Always this impatient?" you shot back, ignoring the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

He laughed, dark and low. "Nah. Just wonderin’ how many ways I gotta push you before you snap."

Your fingers hesitated over the final lock, your breath catching just a little. Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing, pressing into you without even laying a hand.

The lock clicked.

The glass case slid open. The bloody jewel was yours.

But before you could wrap your fingers around it—

A loud crash echoed from the hallway.

Shit.

Kid tensed beside you, his metal arm shifting. “Time’s up.”

You swiped the jewel, shoving it into the hidden pocket of your dress just as the door burst open.

Guards. Armed to the teeth, glaring at you both.

Kid just grinned.

“You idiots picked the wrong fucking night,” he growled, flexing his fingers.

And then all hell broke loose.

Before Kid could do something stupid like tear this place down with his devil fruit you grabbed his arm and dragged him away. Running until you rounded a corner.

Fuck where should you go now? You had no idea and so you did the only thing you could think of as you pressed your back against the wall behind you.

“Oi—what the hell—”

Kid barely had time to growl out a protest before your fingers fisted his shirt, yanking him down as you crushed your lips against his.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t delicate. It was desperate, rushed, an act of pure survival. You had no other choice the guards were right there, seconds from rounding the corner. And the last thing you needed was a full-scale battle in the middle of this high-class event.

So you kissed him like your life depended on it.

And Kid—

Kid didn’t hesitate.

The moment his mind caught up, his hand found your hips, yanking you flush against him. He leaned into the kiss like he was claiming something, his lips crushing against yours with a ferocity that sent a bolt of heat straight through your core.

Damn him. He was supposed to just go along with it act the part, stay still, let the guards pass not make your knees weak.

But of course, Eustass Kid didn’t do anything halfway.

His fingers dug into your waist, his metal arm bracing against the wall behind you. He kissed like he fought, rough, demanding, consuming. And for a moment, you forgot why you started this in the first place.

Then the sound of boots thundering past.

You forced yourself to listen, to keep your senses sharp even as your body betrayed you, even as your heart slammed against your ribs.

The guards ran right by, barely sparing you a glance.

And yet—

Kid didn’t pull away.

Not immediately.

Instead, he pressed in just a fraction deeper, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he finally let you go.

Your breath was ragged. Your fingers still clutched his shirt. His grip on your waist remained stubbornly firm.

A smirk tugged at his lips, his breath warm against your face.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t know you were so eager, mouse.”

You scowled, shoving at his chest. “Don’t flatter yourself. It was an act.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in, just a little, just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Didn’t feel like an act to me.”

Damn him.

The jewel was still hidden in the folds of your dress, your escape still unfinished. But all you could think about was the way your lips still tingled and the way Kid was looking at you now, like he was more interested in finishing what you started than making a getaway.

Kid’s smirk hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown, shifting into something darker, something full of promise.

You knew that look. You’d seen it before. Usually when he was spoiling for a fight. But this wasn’t a battlefield not the kind with fists and metal, anyway.

This was something else.

“You gonna let go of my shirt, or are you planning to rip it off me?” he teased, voice low, rough.

Your fingers twitched. Damn it, you were still gripping him.

You shoved him away, trying to ignore the way your body still buzzed from that kiss. “Don’t get cocky, Captain. It was a means to an end.”

He huffed out a laugh, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the moment. “Yeah? Then why are you still breathin’ so hard?”

Your glare could’ve melted steel. “Because I had to drag your heavy ass out of a fight.”

Kid grinned, eyes glinting. He took a slow step forward. Then another. Cornering you.

“That’s funny,” he murmured, his voice a deliberate taunt. “Looked to me like you were enjoyin’ yourself.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed your wrist. Light. Testing.

Your body wanted to react to pull away, to push closer, to do something but you refused to give him the satisfaction.

“I was acting,” you said, keeping your voice steady. Unshaken.

Kid leaned in, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“Yeah?” he murmured. “Then act like you don’t wanna kiss me again.”

Bastard.

He was daring you. Daring you to lie.

And for a split second, you almost did.

Almost.

But you weren’t about to let him win that easily.

Instead, you exhaled a slow, steady breath, tilting your head slightly. Not pulling away. Not closing the distance, either. Just enough to make it his move.

“Not here,” you whispered, voice just as daring as his. “But if you’re game…”

Kid’s smirk turned sharp. Hungry.

“Oh, mouse,” he purred, metal fingers trailing just barely along the fabric of your dress. “I was born for this game.”

The weight of Kid’s stare pinned you in place. Unrelenting. Unapologetic. Like he had all the time in the world to wait for you to break.

You weren’t going to break and give in.

But you damn well felt like you might.

Not with the way his fingers brushed against your waist barely there, but enough to set your nerves ablaze. Not with the way his breath skimmed along your skin, teasing, provoking, testing.

His smirk deepened. “What’s the matter, mouse? You’re lookin’ a little—” his fingers trailed lower, grazing the slit of your dress— “flustered.”

Your breath hitched before you could stop it.

Damn him.

The stolen jewel was tucked safely away, the guards were gone, but this? This was just as dangerous.

Because Kid wasn’t backing off.

And worse you didn’t want him to.

So you did the only thing you could. You leaned in close enough that your lips just barely ghosted over his, close enough that you felt his body tense, just for a second.

Then you smirked.

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who nearly got caught back there,” you murmured.

His grin didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. “And you’re awfully smug for someone who kissed me like she meant it.”

Bastard.

You forced a shrug, keeping your voice cool. “I’m a damn good actress.”

Kid chuckled, low and rough, but his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, his fingers flexed against your hip. “Funny. So am I.”

And then he kissed you.

Hard.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t teasing. It was hungry. A demand wrapped in heat, his hand fisting in your dress to pull you closer.

You gasped against his lips, but he didn’t give you a chance to think, to hesitate his teeth caught your lower lip, his breath hot as his fingers tangled in your hair.

He kissed you like he fought. Like he took what he wanted.

And you.....

You kissed him back - of course you did.

A sharp bite to his lip, a tug on his hair, just enough to make him growl. The sound rumbled between you, vibrating through your chest, straight down to where your body ached against his.

The heat between you was blistering.

And then.....

Footsteps.

Louder this time, approaching from the opposite direction.

Kid barely pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was heavy, his smirk still wicked.

“Looks like we got company,” he muttered.

You swallowed hard, still catching your breath. “Then let’s give ‘em a show.”

His grin turned downright feral.

“Oh, mouse,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours one last time like a promise. “You have no idea what you just started.”

The footsteps grew louder.

Guards. More of them.

You barely had time to curse before Kid’s grip tightened, his metal arm pressing against the wall beside your head. His flesh hand gripped your hip, his fingers flexing like he was fighting the urge to do something reckless.

Too late.

You had already done something reckless.

And Kid?

Kid was about to make it worse.

“Guess we gotta sell it, huh?” His smirk was wicked, all sharp edges and unspoken threats.

You had one second to process what he meant.

Then he was on you.

Again.

This wasn’t a kiss meant to blend in, to fool passing guards.

This was a spectacle.

Kid’s teeth scraped your lower lip, his tongue sliding against yours with a force that made your knees damn near buckle. His grip on your waist turned possessive, greedy, rough, pulling you flush against him, like he wanted you closer.

The bastard was enjoying this.

You shouldn’t have kissed him first.

Not because it was a bad idea, no, that ship had sailed. But because Kid didn’t just play along.

He took over the damn game.

You gasped against his lips big mistake.

Kid took that as an opening, his hand sliding up the bare skin of your thigh, fingers grazing the slit in your dress. You weren’t sure if he meant to tease or if he just liked making things worse, but you felt the heat of his grin against your mouth.

Bastard.

But two could play that game.

You pressed against him, hard. Not just melting into the kiss, but matching his fire. Your nails scraped the back of his neck, your hips shifting just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.

You heard the guards murmur.

“Damn couple,” one scoffed. “Seriously? Right in the open?”

“Leave ‘em. Ain’t our problem.”

Footsteps faded, voices growing distant.

It worked.

And yet.

Neither of you pulled away.

Not immediately.

Because Kid wasn’t letting go.

And you? You weren’t sure you wanted him to.

His lips slowed, the bruising heat fading into something slower, deeper. The hand on your hip loosened slightly, his fingers dragging, feeling, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

For a moment, you forgot the job. The jewel hidden against your ribs. The need to get out of here.

For a moment, there was just him.

“AHEM.”

You nearly jumped out of your damn skin.

A woman stood a few feet away, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. Dressed in an elegant silk gown, her expression was one of pure irritation.

“Excuse me,” she drawled, looking you up and down before shifting her gaze to Kid. “I don’t know what kind of low-class display this is, but some of us are trying to enjoy a civilized evening.”

Kid exhaled sharply, dragging his tongue over his lower lip, gaze still locked on you. Like he hadn’t quite decided if he was finished yet.

You swallowed hard. Get it together.

With a forced, sweet smile, you turned to the woman.

“Apologies,” you purred, still slightly breathless. “My husband gets a little… impatient.”

Kid chuckled.

The sound was dark. Dangerous.

The woman wrinkled her nose. “Clearly.”

She turned on her heel, stomping away.

The moment she was gone, you let out a breath—only to have Kid snatch your wrist, spinning you back against him.

His grin was pure chaos.

“Oh, mouse,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the edge of your swollen lip. “We ain’t done.”

Oh, no.

You were in trouble and you liked it. Your pulse slammed against your ribs.

Not from the stolen jewel pressing against your skin. Not from the lingering threat of armed guards still circling the event. No. It was him.

Kid.

Standing too damn close, looking too damn smug, fingers still grazing your hip like he had every right to keep touching you. Like he was marking his territory.

His tongue flicked across his lower lip, still glistening from your kiss.

His eyes, hungry.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, mouse,” he murmured, voice rough, low.

You scoffed despite the fact that you were still pressed against his chest. “Please. You’re the one who started acting like we were putting on a damn stage performance.”

Kid’s grin widened. Shit.

“You’re the one who kissed me first.”

You opened your mouth, ready to argue, ready to throw something sharp back at him.

But before you could he leaned in. Too close.

His breath brushed your jaw, his lips barely grazing your ear. A whisper. A promise.

“You started this, mouse. And now?” His hand tightened at your waist. “Now, I’m just seeing how far you’re willing to go.”

Your stomach flipped. Because - fuck. He wasn’t backing down. And worse? Neither were you. So you did the only thing you could.

You reached up, curled your fingers into his red hair, and yanked him down hard. You barely heard his growl before your lips crashed against his.

This wasn’t a game anymore. This was a challenge. Kid met you head-on.

The kiss turned wild, all tongue and heat and reckless greed. His hands roamed the flesh hand dragging down your spine, the metal one gripping your thigh, hiking it against his hip like he was claiming you right then and there.

Your back hit the wall again and suddenly, there was no space left between you. None.

You felt everything.

The heat of his body, the way his chest vibrated when he let out a low, dark chuckle against your lips.

He was enjoying this. And, damn it, so were you.

But then—

A loud crash. A door burst open down the hall.

Shouts. Boots pounding against marble. The guards were coming back.

Kid barely pulled away his breath ragged, uneven, hot. His pupils were blown wide, the corners of his mouth turned up in a cocky, feral grin.

“We should run,” you muttered, heart still hammering.

His grin widened. His voice was pure sin.

“Or,” he drawled, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips, “we could finish what we started.”

You shoved him hard, ignoring the way he laughed like this was the best damn night of his life.

“Move, idiot!”

The two of you took off, running full speed toward the nearest exit.

But as you fled, jewel tucked away, guards on your tail, you couldn’t ignore one thing.

Your lips still tingled. Your legs still shook. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if it was from the adrenaline or from him.

Your heels slammed against the marble floor as you tore down the corridor, Kid right behind you.

The guards were catching up. Shouting orders. Reloading rifles. Shit. You needed an escape—fast.

But Kid?

Kid was grinning like a madman. “This is fun, huh?” he called over the chaos, dodging a vase that shattered against the wall beside him.

“Kid, I swear to—”

A gunshot. A bullet whizzed past, missing your shoulder by inches.

“—FUCK!”

Kid whipped around, his metal arm snapping forward, and with a single swipe of his devil fruit ability, the guard’s rifle flew from his hands, slamming into the ceiling.

You didn’t slow down. Not until you rounded a corner and slammed straight into a locked door.

Dead end.

You whirled around, panting, brain racing for a way out. Only for Kid to crash into you, slamming you against the door.

His weight pinned you firmly in place, his breath hot against your cheek. For a split second everything went still.

The only sound was your ragged breathing. Your racing heart. His fingers twitched against your hip.

You swallowed. Hard.

And then more gunfire. More chaos.

“Guess we gotta improvise,” Kid growled, voice laced with wild amusement.

You glared. “You think?”

He smirked—then ripped the door off its hinges.

Not opened. Not unlocked. Ripped. The Whole. Fucking. Door. Off.

Wood splintered, shards flying as he chucked it behind him like it was nothing.

You barely had time to blink before he grabbed your wrist, yanking you inside. The room was dark. Expensive furniture. Velvet curtains. A bed large enough for four.

A bedroom.

And not just any bedroom.

A honeymoon suite.

You turned slowly toward Kid.

He was already grinning.

Oh, hell no.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned.

But he was already thinking about it.

He grabbed you suddenly, one hand on your lower back, the other fisting your hair and before you could protest, he flipped you, dragging you onto the bed with him.

The second your back hit the mattress, he rolled on top, legs caging you in, forearms braced beside your head.

Heavy. Warm. Close. Too fucking close.

The guards burst in.

You barely processed their footsteps, their shouts—too focused on the way Kid’s mouth tilted into a smirk.

"Sell it, mouse," he purred.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate.

Your hands gripped his collar, yanking him down and you kissed him. Again. Hard.

This time, Kid didn’t just kiss you back he devoured.

The moment your lips met, he tilted his head, deepening it, owning it. His metal hand fisted the sheets beside your head, the other sliding beneath your thigh, hiking it higher against his hip.

It was filthy. Messy. Loud.

The guards paused.

“…Oh.” One cleared his throat. “Oh. Uh—”

“Shit,” another muttered. “We interrupted—”

“Let’s go.”

And just like that they were gone. Silence. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

Not until Kid pulled back slightly, lips glistening, breathing just as fucked as yours.

His eyes dragged over your face. Lingering. Daring. Teasing.

“…Told ya we’d sell it.”

You exhaled sharply then shoved him off the bed.

Kid hit the floor with a loud thud, cursing as you sat up, trying desperately to ignore the way your entire body still burned and the heat pooling between your legs.

“…We are never talking about this,” you muttered.

Kid laughed. A deep, satisfied, smug-as-hell laugh.

“Oh, mouse.” He stretched, completely unbothered as he leaned back on his hands, still on the floor. “You say that like we’re done.”

Your stomach flipped. Your pulse skipped.

The room was now too quiet. Too dark. Too hot.

Kid was still on the floor, one knee bent, arms braced behind him, grinning up at you like he had already won.

Because the way your skin burned from that kiss, the way your chest rose and fell too fast, the way your fingers twitched to grab him again.

You weren’t done. Not by a damn long shot. He could see it. Feel it.

So when you stood up, slowly, deliberately, his smirk only widened.

“You gonna throw me again, mouse?” His voice was low, taunting, pure challenge.

You stepped forward. He didn’t move.

You reached down grabbing the front of his shirt and this time, you pulled him up. Kid barely had time to react before your lips were on his again—but this kiss?

This kiss was different.

There was no pretense this time. No acting. No playing pretend. This was real. This was reckless, consuming, overwhelming. And fuck, you wanted it.

Kid growled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist, spinning you, pushing you against the nearest wall.

He kissed you like he was trying to brand you, ruin you, make sure you never forgot this moment for as long as you lived.

And hell maybe you wouldn’t.

Your fingers buried in his hair, yanking hard, and he hissed against your lips whether from pain or pleasure, you didn’t know.

His metal hand wrapped around your thigh, lifting you effortlessly, and before you could react, you were off the ground, pinned between him and the wall.

Your breath hitched. He felt it. His grin was pure sin.

“You good up there, mouse?”

You tightened your grip in his hair making him look up at you. Your lips brushed his.

“Shut up and kiss me, roughneck.”

Kid’s eyes darkened.

The room was now alive with tension. Every breath, every touch, every lingering second stretched into eternity.

Kid’s lips were on you like wildfire, ferocious, demanding, hungry. His flesh hand was everywhere, sliding up your back, gripping your waist, tugging at your dress as if the fabric was an obstacle he was too eager to destroy. While his metal hand remained under your thighs to hold you up

You could barely catch your breath. The heat between you was suffocating, but you didn't care. You wanted this.

With a snap, you tore away from his lips, desperate for air.

Kid’s eyes, darker than ever, locked onto you. He was studying you, watching the way you trembled under his touch, the way your body responded to his every movement.

"You want it, don’t you?" His voice was a low growl, as he brought his hand up to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips.

You didn’t answer with words. You answered with action.

Without a second thought, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back to you. This time, there was no hesitation.

The kiss was a clash of chaos and fire, both of you fighting for control, yet somehow you were both losing. The heat of his body pressed against yours, the taste of his kiss, the feel of his rough hand everything about him was making it harder to breathe, harder to think, but that was just the way you liked it.

His metal arm gripped your thigh more firmly, pulling you up against him again, this time with more force, more urgency. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper. The friction was intoxicating, the way your bodies moved together, like they were always meant to. His flesh hand trailing down pushing your dress up further before it teasingly traced over the waistband of your underwear.

And then—

The sound of footsteps and shouts echoing down the hall again and this time it seemed the guards had figured out that it were you two in the honeymoon suit. You pulled back, barely breathing, eyes locked on Kid’s.

For a moment, it felt like time had frozen. The only sound was your frantic heartbeats and the chaos that loomed outside that room.

But then Kid’s smirk returned. That devilish, cocky grin that made you wonder how you ever thought you could keep control.

“Guess they found us,” he said, his voice thick with amusement, even though his breath was ragged, like he was just as on edge as you.

You couldn’t help but smirk back, even as your body screamed for more. “You always know how to make a mess, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed you again, harder, deeper, wilder.

And just like that, everything else faded away. The guards. The jewel. The plan you had spent weeks preparing for. None of it mattered anymore.

"Kid we need to-" you protested into the kiss as the shouts grew louder but he silenced you with his lips and tongue.

You broke away from him, heart racing, as you both heard the growing sounds of pursuit. Kid's eyes, still dark and intense, swept over you, studying your every breath, your every movement. You knew, as well as he did, that staying here wasn’t an option anymore.

"Damn it. Can't they give us a moment to finish this, we're busy here.” Kid muttered, frustration evident in his tone. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you close with a force that left you breathless.

"Come on we'll finish this on my ship" he added as he dragged you along.

"Wait what? You're kidding right."

“Not even a little.” His grin widened as he pulled you through the doorway, ignoring your protests. “I’m taking you on my ship, and we’ll finish what we started without anyone getting in the way. I'm not letting you go again mouse”

That caught you off guard and before you could protest any further you were hurled over his shoulder and carried back to his ship, where you could finish this - uninterrupted.

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damned-punk · 1 month ago

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Having A Hard Time (Kidd x Reader)

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Content Warning: nsfw, drinking, voyeurism

Content Description: Kidd is awkward when it comes to intimacy and after being worked up, takes matters into his own hands ♡

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The night had been so much fun, everyone was letting loose and allowing themselves to get a bit tipsy along the way. Your face certainly felt a little warm, you’d drank enough to break through the barriers that would’ve otherwise inhibited your current predicament. At some point during the festivities you’d taken it upon yourself to lean against the Captain, glancing up at him through your lashes and reveling in his flustered expression.

He could be so tense at times, especially when it came to showing or receiving affection. He was forcing himself to stand as straight as possible, your smaller frame clumsily supporting itself against his own. You brought your hands to rest on his chest, your fingers playing with the hem of his vest and driving him to utter madness. He wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and tote you all the way back to his cabin, but he wouldn’t let himself give in. Not tonight anyway, not when he couldn’t be sure that you were totally lucid.

“You’re drunk lil’ girl.”, he attempted to redirect your advances, but the use of such a term of endearment only furthered your need to get closer to him.

“I’m not drunk, Eustass.”, you argued, giggling at how stern his expression was despite the ever deepening blush on his cheeks, “I might be a little bit warm… but that’s all.”

His pale skin always gave way to his emotions, turning various shades of red based on his level of anger or embarrassment. It was how you’d initially figured out his interest in you, he’d tease you so relentlessly but it was noticeably different than how he did with everyone else. You’d always have a remark ready to throw right back at him, his freckled cheeks flushed and eyes unable to meet the look of defiance that he just knew would be all over your face.

“Warm? You can’t even fuckin’ stand up straight.”, he smirked a bit, admittedly enjoying how clingy you’d become.

Maybe you were just a little more than warm. It was certainly no lie that you were looking for trouble and in this moment, Kidd looked like he’d do you no good. You brought his hand into your own, playing with his fingers and doing what you could to elicit a reaction. You ran the pad of your thumb along the glossy surface of his nail polish, you loved that he didn’t give a fuck and wore what he wanted in that way. Based solely on how he’d been looking at you, you knew that his mind had wandered to consider at least some level of what you’d already been thinking.

“Kidd…”, you drew out the sound of his name, “Kiss me.”

Despite all of his immense strength and confidence in the midst of any battle, intimacy was the one fight he just couldn’t figure out how to win. He knew what you were insinuating and he absolutely knew what he wanted to do to you, but he struggled to bring himself to take that next step. He loved the way that your soft skin felt against his rough palm, the weight of your head nuzzling into his hand was all the motivation he needed to finally bring his lips to your own.

He was unintentionally rough but you loved it, the dissonance in sensation of his painted lips sucking your own and his prosthetic keeping you caged in his grip was dizzying. Your fingers played with the red tufts of hair of that stuck out from beneath the elastic of his goggles, tugging slightly to let him know that you wanted more. This wrestle for dominance was something that you’d assuredly lose, but you kept it up for as long as possible.

When the inevitable break in contact occurred, Kidd felt himself begin to slip into his own desires. Your puffy lips were smudged red from his lipstick, your eyes dilated and glassy from such an intense exchange. Your half-lidded gaze was unavoidable, all too telling of the obscene visions playing in your mind.

“Oh, fuck me.”, he cursed under his breath, his arousal surmounting into a primal need for release, “I’m going to bed, try to have fun without me.”

“But-… Kidd!”, you yelled after him as he took long and quick strides back to his cabin.

If you didn’t know him so well, you might’ve been hurt by his sudden change in demeanor. He could be so awkward at times, unnecessarily unsure of what you wanted from him. You didn’t know how else to spell it out for him, how much more obvious could you be? Deciding that you were far more interested in what he was actually stomping off to do than the ship festivities, you followed behind him to the door of his cabin.

It was already shut and undoubtedly locked, a part of you knew what was ensuing behind that door and you wondered if you shouldn’t take his lead to do the same with yourself in your own cabin. You debated knocking but worried that it would ruin the pace he’d set for himself. He had a high libido and had acknowledged it on several occasions, you just wished he’d bring you into that part of himself.

After several grueling minutes of listening to the sound of waves crashing against solid wooden planks and attempting to arrive at a conclusion, you began to hear another sound. It reminded you of someone clapping, undoubtedly being the cadence of skin slapping against skin. Through the alcohol induced cloudiness, it wasn’t immediately obvious that the Captain had literally taken things into his own hands.

“Mmm… (Y/N)…”, you heard him groan from the other side of the door.

You nearly fell over, your breath coming to a complete halt and sobering up almost instantaneously. The moment was so nerve wracking, you’d never heard him sound like that before. His gruff voice seemed deeper than usual, much heavier and fast-paced. You covered your face out of embarrassment, he’d likely die if he knew anyone could hear him in this state.

“(Y/N)… fuck…”, you heard him moan again, the sound of his pace becoming noticeably quicker.

He must’ve been close, bringing himself over that edge all while thinking of you. The air suddenly fell quiet, the only remaining sound being the heavy heaving of air into his lungs. The floorboards began to creek in a way that seemed like he’d gotten up, prompting you to take off toward your own cabin as quickly as possible. You flopped onto your bed and tried to reason with how you’d have to make yourself look him in the eye after this. You were more than flattered, he was your partner after all, but the way your name fell from his body was something else entirely. You’d never felt more loved or desired than in that moment and it was all from him.

Ironically, he’d put you right in the same position you’d put him in earlier.

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a-killer-obsession · 10 months ago

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OKAY I DID IT, I FIGURED OUT THE LAYOUT

Disclaimer: it seems like the size of the ship changes every time we see it, but the newest eps vs wano seem pretty consistent so I went with that and used Wire's height for scale

Floor layouts under the cut ✂️

Edit: you can find clearer/more detailed versions here

Layout based on the 31 member crew that Oda confirmed. I also took in to account that a significant portion of the members are fucking massive, so everything is bigger which matches the scale it's drawn in. Floors are approx 5m high with 2m wide doors in most places, which makes sense when a good portion of the crew are 3m tall.

Sorry about my handwritting lmao I'm so tired but I have serious brainworms and couldn't sleep

The specifics:

Kid's Floor

Of course he has his own floor

Quarters include his own private dining space which I imagine would also include a workdesk, bedroom with king sized bed and probably a couch, walk in closet, and bathroom definitely large enough for a massive tub

Workshop also has bathroom entrance for when he's feelin lazy

Ladder space in the middle goes straight through, this is so crew going to the castle deck don't access his floor

Commander's floor

Heat, Wire and Killer have their own rooms and a private lounge just for them and Kid

Heat and Wire share a large bathroom, definitely big enough for normal bath

Heat and Killer have king sized beds, Wire's bed is almost as wide as a king but mostly it's made especially long

Small decking that runs the whole way around, unspoken rule that crew aren't allowed there since windows peer into commander's rooms

Killer could probably fit a drumkit in his room 👀

Cannon Deck

We get peeks of this in the anime and in Oda's notes but they're fuzzy so I just did my best

Made a mistake tho, cannon platform should be whole way around back like a U shape to account for 3 cannons facing backwards, total 9 cannons

Theoretically this is where the helm should be so uh that's where I put it

Screenshots make it look like they also store a lot of other weapons here

Main deck

Forecastle includes navigation room with bookcases, central table, and desk for paperwork

Forecastle also has infirmary with two longer than normal beds to account for larger crewmates, and a desk for crew doctor to keep notes

Door between nav and infirmary cos Kid is lazy

Kitchen and pantry. Given the rooms are 5m from floor to ceiling I imagine that pantry would have a small mezzanine accessed by a ladder to take advantage of vertical space (and would be a sick place to nap)

Galley/dining hall contains 3 bench style tables, seating 10 large crewmates each, with one extra fancy chair at the end of one for Kid

Lower deck

Did my best to do some math to figure out how many larger than normal beds were required and decided on 6 bunks for 12 larger crewmates

Additional rooms for average sized crewmates include 4 rooms with 2 bunks each, and one room with 1 bunk, making for a total of 30 beds below deck. That means, counting the commanders for the 31, there are currently 3 empty beds, so a few rooms aren't complete full

Probably looks like fuck all space but its actually significant for a ship living quarters

According to google you only need 1 toilet per 10 people and 1 shower per 40 but that seems like BS. Bathroom has 4 large, accessible sized toilets, 4 showers, long benches down the center and a long counter with plenty of space and mirrors for makeup, given how many crewmates wear it

Also, storage room. Could be converted to extra room for another bunk

Hold

Access via ladder

4 cells. No toilets, you get a bucket ✌️ tbh might not even have beds but there's room for em anyway

Desk in case they need to keep an eye on prisoners

3 storage rooms, but i think one of these would actually be a torture room. Probably the one by the desk.

Mechanisms for power and water are probably in one of these rooms as well as a lot of materials for ship repairs

Also of note

Crows nest is definitely big enough for a bench, definitely big enough for... activities. Not as big as the Sunny's though I dont think a gym would fit, I think it'd be more likely that gym equipment is kept on the cannon deck

Idk if the mizzenmast is supposed to go all the way through but that physically can't happen with where the helm needs to be based on screenshots so ✌️

Crows nests are definitely access via climbing nets

Please absolutely feel free to use this as a reference for fanfictions, but I'd appreciate a shout out if you do 💖

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abysscronica · 5 months ago

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New chapter of Bonds is up!

Sorry for the long wait.

#eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x birdie #captive bonds #kid pirates fanfiction

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swampstew-stories · 10 days ago

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Oh Baby!

Summary: Have you ever had the 'accident' talk? something short and sweet based off this post by @/MangyRacoon | no actual smut, all fluff and tenderness. Thanks again for the original request Hebi <3

CW: Eustass Kid x F Reader, Trafalgar Law x F Reader, Roronoa Zoro x F Reader all separate accidental pregnancy scenario

Kid clocks it right away. He’s so eager when he sees you, finding you on the dock instantly, and the first thing he notices are the dark circles under your eyes and your breasts look particularly perky in your top. He makes himself known, to your surprise, pulling you into a giant hug and asks you if you’re ok.

You tell him you’re just tired from work and your social battery was pretty much drained all the time, but you are happy to see him again. His hand traces your sallow cheeks as you tell him what you’ve been up to before he decides he’s going to carry you to the nearest food stall to get you both something to eat. He holds you while you hold the bags of food, cradled against his muscular chest as he takes long, impatient strides to your home. He’s going to get to the bottom of this and he wants to do it without his crew hovering.

He tells you about his adventures while you eat, if it can be called eating since you a few bites before you looked queasy, abandoning your plate and drinking ginger ale instead. Kid pushes his plate away and brings you to your feet, bringing you to his chest as he his hands gently caress your hips.

“I’ve been gone for a while now. Has anything happened?”

“Hm? Aside from taking on more work to pass the time, not really.”

“Nothing at all? Its been three months since we saw each other.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask irately, not liking the implication of his question.

Kid turns your body so your back is resting against his torso, metal hand holding you in place while his flesh fingers spread across your lower belly. The slow strokes made goosebumps erupt along your soft skin.

“You definitely didn’t have this last time…”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME F—?!” your yell is cut off as he covered your mouth.

“Y/N! Do the math!”

When your body starts trembling, he knows you made the connection and swiftly picks you up and takes you to your bed. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation.

“We never talked about an accident like this,” you whisper.

“No, so what are we going to do?”

“We?”

“Well…yeah. Unless you don’t want me involved…”

“I-I think I want too…but…sigh…I wouldn’t expect you to stay,” you whisper.

“You’re right I wouldn’t” he snorts, “Cause I’m taking you with me, idiot. No way in hell I’m letting you do this alone.”

He’s the type of guy to (ironically) neglect his own health that he can hardly judge. So when he sees you after a few months apart, he tried to suppress his natural inclination to monitor and assess you as he took you into his arms.

In his embrace he can tell you even feel different. Like you were more tender, more sensitive to his touch as you squirmed in his hands. You pull away and he notices the top you’re wearing is the same one you wore the first time you met each other. This time though, he could see the strain on the fabric as your body peeked out from below the hem. And…hmmm did your ass get bigger?

Law tells himself not to do it, he can’t overstep. Fuck it, he does it anyway. As you lead him, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi to a bar, Law walks behind you discretely and scans you – confirming his suspicions.

The crew enters but Law escorts you to a private alley. He can’t wait a second longer to talk with you.

“So, I was gone for what…3 months?” he starts, his tone nearly clinical.

“Uh yup, you kept count?”

Law let out a light scoff, answering your question with another question, “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“Nope.”

“Have you been feeling…off at all?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Y/N,” Law gripped your shoulder, a panicked look in his eyes.

“Been getting headaches, and uhm – hmm not been eating much either I guess. I feel like I’m just not hungry, and when I am I feel a little queasy.”

“You’re not EATING?!” both hands on your shoulders now, slightly shaking you even.

“I AM! Just with long stretches between meals.”

“Eating what?”

You looked at him long and hard and began listing off the weird combinations you’d been trying out recently. Yeah you knew some of the choices sounded out, but hey, it was the only you could really stomach…

OH.

You both stared wide eyed at each other as the truth sunk in. Oh shit.

Y’all never had the baby talk.

You were scared to voice your real feelings – Law was a pirate and he didn’t have time to be a father…right? Oh gods, he was a surgeon, would he…make you have a procedure if he didn’t want to have a child?

It was like he sensed your internal conflict, taking off his puffy hat and putting it over your head.

“You really want to do this? It won’t be easy you know. Especially in a tight ship like mine…”

Your eyes were glassy as you peered at him, “Are you…sure?”

“It’s your decision, Y/N.”

…

“If its with you, I think I can do it.”

Law couldn’t help the smile that curled over his face. Fondly remembering his own short-lived childhood, being a dutiful son, a caring older brother…

“Of course. And I’m a doctor, no child will be in better care.”

“With your power, I hope you’ll be doing a lot of the heavy lifting.”

“Tch, yeah.”

For someone who could be quite thick-headed – the marimo knew something was different in the atmosphere when the ship docked at a familiar island they frequented. He was the first to leave, ignoring the calls of his crew to make sure he remembered the way back.

He was on the hunt – eyes darting left and right, walking swiftly as if he was being guided by an internal compass. Making his way until he found the small cottage you lived in, out in the middle of the fields and not that conveniently close to the town. Between the forest, the tall grass, and canyons, it was a shock he made it to front steps of the house before the sun was even high in the sky.

Zoro didn’t even knock – just turned the knob and stepped inside.

“ZORO!”

Your arms wrapped around his body, relishing in his presence after so many months.

He gently pulled you off him, to your confusion.

“It’s been a while,” he spoke softly, direct contradiction to his actions that felt robotic.

“About 3 months.”

“Yeah. Did anything happen during my absence?”

Your brows knit in confusion, “No? Like what?”

His green eyebrows furrowed right back at you, almost accusingly.

“Really? You haven’t been feeling like somethings wrong or anything?”

“Why would something be wrong?!”

With a frustrated click of his tongue, “You…smell different.”

Staring at him with wide-eyes, he couldn’t tell if you were plain shocked, offended, or saddened by his statement.

“NOT IN A BAD WAY!” he gripped your arms a little tightly, “JUST! You SEEM DIFFERENT! I don’t know how to describe it!!”

“Different how, besides the apparent aroma I’m wafting,” you asked indignantly.

A twitch of his forehead vein, Zoro took your hand and walked to your bedroom. Facing you in front of your standing mirror, he pulled your shirt over your belly and ran his hands down to your hips.

“These are bigger. Wider. There’s something in there,” he pointed to your barely swollen bump that had gone entirely unnoticed by you.

“Oh SHIT.” Your body shuddered and nearly collapsed in on itself as you sunk to the floor.

Zoro grabbed your elbows and gently lowered you, sitting next to you as you both had the same thought flashing through your minds.

We never had the ‘accident’ talk.

Less than a minute had gone by in silence before Zoro’s hand held yours, circling his thumb over the back of your hand, almost reassuringly.

“The Sunny is pretty big. Tons of stuff for a kid to get into, and a great crew that would keep an eye out. Robin could lend a hand anytime too.”

“Are you sure, Zoro?”

“I probably wouldn't make a good father on my own, but at least we have people to help us.”

A small smile pulled up the side of your mouth and it made Zoro’s heart stutter, “I’ve always heard it takes a village to raise a child. I wouldn’t mind the Straw Hats being that village.”

“Uh… Y/N, we’re a crew.”

“Same diff, mosshead.”

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inseobts · 2 months ago

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Could I get the kidd pirates (wire, heat, kid, killer) reactions to the reader saying that they feel safe with them? Let's say the reader led a kill or be killed life where trust was scarce and death was a guarantee matched with isolation. But after joining the crew, despite the fact its a similar life style, they feel safer.

Sorry for the kinda odd request, hope your having a good day ✌️

Safe Among Monsters

kidd pirates x reader (platonic)

a/n: thank you for the request!! hope this is what you wanted and you'll like it (●'◡'●)

words count: 0.8k

tags: kidd pirates, hurt/comfort, emotional bonds, trust, safety

masterlist || ko-fi

The sea is always dangerous. You know this well. A life of blood and survival has shaped you, made you sharp, but also left you alone. Trust is a weakness. Safety is an illusion. At least, that’s what you believed before joining the Kidd Pirates.

But now… now, things feel different.

You sit on the deck, watching the ocean. The salty wind plays with your hair, and for once, you feel at peace. Heat sits nearby, fixing his weapons. Wire leans against a crate, quiet as usual. Killer sharpens his blades, the steady sound of metal against stone filling the air. And Kid? He’s yelling at some poor crewmember for messing up something in the engine room.

You take a deep breath. This is the closest thing to home you’ve ever had.

“I feel safe here” you say without thinking.

Silence.

The sound of Killer’s blade pauses. Heat’s hands still. Wire actually lifts his head. And Kid? Well, Kid turns so fast you think he might snap his own neck.

“The hell did you just say?” Kid asks, stomping toward you.

You blink “I said I feel safe here.”

Kid stares at you like you just grew a second head “Safe? With us?” he asks as he gestures wildly “We’re pirates! We kill people! We steal! We fight the Marines and the damn Emperors! How the hell is that safe?!”

You shrug “I’ve lived a life where trust meant death. Where every second was a fight to survive. And yet, with you guys, I don’t feel like I have to watch my back all the time.”

Kid looks completely lost. He crosses his arms, grumbling “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re just bad with emotions” Heat says, smirking.

“Shut up, Heat!”

Heat chuckles before looking at you “You really mean that?”

You nod “Yeah. I know we fight and kill, but… it’s different. I don’t feel alone.”

Wire exhales, running a hand through his hair “Tch. Can’t believe anyone would feel safe around us. We’re... monsters.”

“Not to me” you say simply.

Killer, who has been silent, finally speaks “You trust us.”

You meet his gaze “Yeah, I do.”

He tilts his head, studying you for a long moment. Then, he nods “Good.”

Kid groans “You’re all too soft.”

“Maybe,” Heat says, grinning “But at least we’re not in denial like you.”

“I AM NOT—!”

You laugh, and to your surprise, Killer chuckles too. Even Wire smirks. The tension fades, and the conversation shifts, but something lingers in the air, something unspoken but understood.

They won’t say it outright. Not in words. But you know. They feel it too.

You are safe here.

Not because the world is less dangerous.

But because you are not alone anymore.

Days pass, but the words stay in your mind. The crew still fights, still raids, still risks their lives every day, but something in their eyes has changed when they look at you. There’s an understanding now. A silent promise.

One evening, after a long battle at sea, you sit beside Killer, your back against the ship’s railing. He’s quiet, as usual, but you don’t mind. The silence between you is comfortable.

“You’re really not scared of us at all?” he finally asks.

You shake your head “No. Not anymore.”

He hums in response. Then, after a pause, he says “If you ever feel different… if you ever feel unsafe… tell me.”

You smile “I will.”

Across the deck, Kid watches you both, his expression unreadable. Wire mutters something under his breath, and Heat just grins. It’s a strange family, but it’s yours.

And for the first time in your life, you don’t feel alone.

Another storm rolls in one night, violent waves crashing against the hull. The ship rocks dangerously, and the crew scrambles to secure everything. You’re drenched, holding onto the railing as the wind howls.

Kid barks orders, his voice barely audible over the storm “Tie down the sails! Secure the cargo!”

You move to help, but a massive wave sends you staggering. A strong hand grabs your wrist, Killer. He pulls you upright, nodding “Stay close.”

Through the chaos, you realize something... no one is afraid. The crew works together, trusting each other completely. Despite the danger, there’s no panic. Just confidence.

When the storm finally passes, the crew collapses on the deck, exhausted but victorious. You sit beside Heat, breathing hard.

“You alright?” he asks, glancing at you.

You nod “Yeah. That was… intense.”

He grins “Storms happen. We get through them.”

Wire chuckles, running a hand through his wet hair “You held up well.”

Killer sits nearby, quietly cleaning his weapons. Kid crosses his arms, looking at the sea. Then, he glances at you “Still feel safe?”

You meet his gaze “Yeah.”

A beat of silence. Then, Kid smirks “Good.”

And just like that, you know you belong here.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 3 months ago

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Hello I very much enjoy your writing! Idk if this is where I can put in my request for the game but here it is:

Silver (kid) and (mentions of indigo killer) with prompt: “You're not taking me to bed. Not now, not ever”

I imagine kid’s flirting would come off as bullying. Leading to a rivalry where reader thinks he’s a hot asshole and wants to one-up him. And kid just CANNOT express his feelings and keeps it going to be close to them. Leading to this sexual tension between them that needs to be broken before they both perish from their bottled up feelings.

Again I love your writing! Keep it up!

Not Ever (18+)

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! (one of my favorites that I got hehe)

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Female Reader

WC: 2700

Prompt: “You’re not taking me to bed. Not now, not ever.”

TW: unprotected sex, angst, enemies to lovers, arrogant asshole kid, but also softie kid... oral, f receiving, nipple play, kissing, pet names, cream pies, emotions to an extent, theyre so cute idk? it's porn!

— —

Your captain drove you mad.

He was crass. Gross. Rude. Loud. Vulgar. Argumentative. Hard-headed. Huge. Muscular. Handso-

No.

He was a dick.

In every possible opportunity, Kid was a dick.

You ended up hitching a ride on the Kid Pirates ship for a few weeks and somehow found yourself never leaving after they realized you had advanced medical knowledge, being a nurse on your former island. You enjoyed the company of the crew and the dangerous life on the high seas excited you to no end. The only thorn in your side was the pain-in-the-ass captain. He busted everyone’s balls in the crew, but you knew he picked on you more than the others…

— —

“Oi! Y/n!” The harsh voice of Eustass Kid rung out on the deck, cutting through the crashing waves and pouring rain. “Pick up the fuckin’ slack! If we end up at the bottom of the sea in this storm I’ll raise you from the dead just so I can kill ye again!”

A loud crack of thunder sounded and flash of lightning lit up the ship.

“Wire hasn’t pulled a single rope and you’re yelling at me, ya shit bag?” You shout back, heaving coil after coil of sail rope over your shoulder, desperately trying to pull the sail down in the storm to keep the Victoria Punk from capsizing. “We wouldn’t be stuck in this if you hadn’t pissed off everyone in the Grand Line and had to take the scenic route!”

“Less yappin’ more haulin’!” He barks back.

— —

“Get off me, ye fuckin' harpy, I’m fine!” Kid slurs out, clutching the bleeding, open wound on his chest.

“Hey dick-nose! You told me I was here to be your fuckin’ medic, so let me be a fuckin’ medic!” You shout as you haul Kid’s massive body onto the medical table.

“Urrgg-“ Kid groans.

You quickly grab a surgical needle and thread along with antiseptic and antibiotic ointment. You thread the needle nimbly and start to close up the gash.

“OW!” Your captain yells and lurches forward. “You ain’t have any anesthetic?”

“Big bad worst generation pirate captain needs an anesthetic for some stitches?” You ask with a cocked head.

“I’m still human, you bitch!” He snarls.

“Here, pour this-“ You hand him a bottle of vodka from under the surgical table.

Kid rips the bottle from your hand and chugs it til it’s near empty. He winces and sighs.

“Alright I’m ready.” He says, wiping the liquor from the sides of his mouth.

“Oh that’s not-“ You begin. “You know what, fuck it.” You say as you begin to stitch up his chest wound.

Kid winces each time the needle pierces his skin to pull it together. A silence comes over the room.

“You need to be more careful.” You say softly, carefully focused on sewing up the gash.

“You don’t know shit about what I need.” Kid says with his eyes squeezed shut. “I’m the captain. I make the rules.”

“Yeah, well… maybe your rules suck sometimes…” You say as you continue to sew up the injury across Kid’s chest.

Kid lets out a deep exhale. Silence falls again. After a few more minutes, you finish the last stitch and pull your hands away.

“Hey-“ Kid says as he sits up and suddenly grabs your wrist, so small in his large hand.

“Yeah?” Your head turns to meet his gaze. You hold each other’s eyes for a moment… there was something different in the way he was looking at you right now…

“… nothing.” Kid says and drops your wrist. He slings his legs over the side of the medical table and hops down. He storms out of the room without so much as a ‘thank you.’

— —

You belly up to the wooden bar in the galley of the ship with a sigh. Killer was washing dishes at the sink when he heard you plop on a stool and turns around.

“Long day, huh?” He asks, drying a beer stein with a dish towel.

“When is it not?” You huff. “Can I get a beer?” You ask tiredly.

Killer nods and takes the clean beer glass over to the keg against the wall and fills it to the rim with amber bubbles. He slides it from across the bar into your waiting palm. You grip the glass and start to bring it to your dry lips. Before the glass could touch your mouth, the door the galley swung open and slammed against the wall.

“Hey piss-pots, I need a drink.” Captain Kid’s massive, fiery haired frame came barreling through the doorway. You roll your eyes, irritated that your moment of peace was interrupted.

Kid stomps up to you at the bar, huge black jackboots clanging against the wooden floor. He rips the beer from your grasp.

“Hey-!” You shout in protest, but it was too late. Kid brought your beer to his lips and begins to chug. He drank with such voracity that the beer seeped from the sides of the rim and trickled down his chin and neck. You watched as the beverage spilled down his thick neck, Adams apple bobbing with each gulp. Your eyes were drawn as the droplets traveled down to his exposed chest… so toned and wide… ew what?

He finishes the beer, slams the glass back down on the counter and lets out a massive belch.

You grimace.

“Fucking pig.” You sneer.

You hear Killer sigh heavily and he grabs the glass to refill it for you.

“What? I’m thirsty.” Kid grins cheekily at you.

“You’re disgusting is what you are.” You add. Killer gives you back a full glass of beer. “And I’m supposed to drink this after his filthy mouth touched it?”

“You’d hate to hear the shit I do to your toothbrush after you go to bed, then.” Kid laughs. “Killer, get me another drink.”

Killer grabs two more glasses before filling one for himself and another for his captain. After handing the stein to Kid, the captain takes a few heavy gulps and drains the cup halfway before setting it back down on the counter. You scoff and pick up your own glass and move to hop off your barstool.

“Where ye headed little one?” Kid asks and takes another drink.

“Away from you.” You respond coldly.

“You’ll stay and drink with me. Captain’s orders.” He commands.

You pause.

You settle yourself back onto the stool and take a drink.

“You’re an ass.”

“I’m your captain, that’s what matters.” He says without looking at you.

You roll your eyes again.

“How is it you’ve gotten this far in the Grand Line acting like such an incompetent prick?” You ask before you take another gulp from your beer.

“Y/n…” Killer says with warning.

“How is it that you’ve lived this long without me throwing your ungrateful, bratty ass overboard?” Kid shoots back at you.

You were too busy chugging your beer to respond.

“Most likely because you can’t stop thinking about her bratty ass itself.” Killer says casually as he lifts his mask to drink his beer.

“Oi? What’re you implyin’ then?” Kid asks with a growl across the bar top.

“I’m not implying shit. We’re all tired of the tension between you two and wish you’d just take her to bed already.” Killer informs his captain and best friend.

“HAH!” You laugh out lout, spraying droplets of beer from your lips across the table. “Like I’d let that happen.” You turn to your captain as you drain your drink. “You’re not taking me to bed. Not now, not ever.” You chuckle as you push your glass towards Killer indicating for him to pour you a fresh one.

“Yeah? Like I’d ever bed this fuckin’ nightmare.” Kid slurps down more alcohol as he puts his thumb out to gesture towards you. “All she does is bitch at me all day.”

“Bitch at you? You mean care about your well-being?” You scoff. “Gods forbid anyone care about wether you live or die!” You take several heavy drinks from your glass.

“It’s not your business wether-“ Kid starts.

You rise from your stool and set your beer down.

“I’m going to bed, I’ve had enough idiocy for one evening.” You leave the galley to head to your room.

— —

“Good riddance, I’d say.” Kid remarks with another gulp of liquor.

A few silent seconds go by after the clink of the stein hits the wooden bar top.

“Go get her.” Killer sighs. “If you don’t do it now, you’ll push her even further away.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re-“

“Oh shut up. Go find her.” Killer states and grabs the glass from his captain’s grip.

— —

You make your way across the dark, silent deck towards the crew’s quarters before you heard the galley door swing open behind you.

You stop in your tracks and turn.

It was Kid.

“What now? Come to ridicule me some more?” You call out with your hands on your hips, tired of your captain's antics.

Kid silently storms up to you.

His metal arm suddenly grips your waist and pulls you flush to him. You look up into his eyes, they were fiery and determined.

“Captain.. I-“ You stammer out, suddenly breathless for some reason.

Kid brings his flesh hand to the back of your head and pulls your face into his and smashes your lips together.

“Mmmph!” You whimper out with wide eyes as you realize what’s happening.

What was happening?

Your arrogant, idiot, asshole captain was kissing you in plain sight on the ship’s deck. Before you knew it you were being swept off your feet and over Kid’s shoulder.

“Kid! What the fuck!” You holler out while draped over Kid’s back.

“Hush up for once!” He calls out and smacks your ass lightly on his shoulder. You yelp.

You were being hauled through the ship’s belly and into the captain’s quarters. You had never been here before. You were flung suddenly against the door of Kid’s room as he shut it behind him. His heavy metal arm held up your body as he attacked your neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking harshly against your soft flesh. Instinctively you bring your hands up to his long, red hair and weave your fingers through it.

Kid suckles on your pulse point and you gasp.

“Captain!”

“Enough of that.” Kid growls. “You know what to call me.” He licks down the center of your sternum.

Kid grips your blouse and bra at once and rips them to pieces with ease, leaving your body exposed to him.

“Kid!” You shout in protest, it was one of your favorite bras.

“That’s more like it…” He coos as he sucks one of your nipples into his red lips.

You body is pushed further against the wooden door as he ravishes your breasts, suckling on one and kneading the other in his palm. Your head rolls back as you sigh, letting the pleasure overtake you.

Kid rips your body from the door and tosses you onto his red velvet comforter. He pulls your panties down forcefully and shoves his own coat off his shoulders. Before you could register the change, your captain’s head was between your legs lapping at your slit hungrily.

You gasp.

His tongue breaches your hole and you arch your back.

“Gods! Fuck! Kid!” You cry out.

You writhe against Kid’s face and he brings his lips to suckle your clit, making your thighs tense further.

“Mmmph… so much sweeter than I imagined…” Kid says with a long lick up your slit, the tip of his tongue dancing across your clit teasingly. He pushes a thick finger into your entrance and crooks it up into your sweet spot as he laves his tongue over your sensitive nub.

“Shit… I-“ You slam your eyes shut and throw your head back.

“Yeah yeah, I know baby, let it go, come on…” Kid goads you in between suckles and kisses on your clit. He eventually shuts up and focuses on bringing you to your peak.

Your core spasms and you release all over your captain’s face. You moan and writhe under the hot touch of Kid’s flesh and the cold grip of his metal arm around your hips. You return to reality after your powerful climax and see Kid’s smug face hovering over yours, having removed the rest of his clothing. His massive cock bobbed heavily against your slit, weeping in wait.

“Ow..” You wince, feeling the hard metal of his prothetic wrist dig into your flesh.

“Aye… you alright?” He asks, a foreign expression of concern decorating his painted face.

“Take that damn thing off… Be with me…” You gasp out, referring to his metal arm.

“I…” He looks to his arm then to your face again. “Okay..” Kid removes his metal arm and slides it next to the bed. “I… I wouldn’t do that… if it wasn’t… you…” He hesitates as he hovers over you again, leaning on his good arm.

“I know…” You say and you reach your arm down to grip his member to line it up with your soaked entrance. “Please…” You plead as you press his mushroom tip into your hole, stretching it slightly.

Kid presses his forehead to yours and pushes himself into you.

The two of you both gasp and moan as he bottoms out inside of your wet, stretched cunt. Your mouth stays wide open as you adjust to the intrusion, Kid grunts and pants as he grinds his hips into yours. You’re full beyond all comprehension as you claw at your captain’s shoulders.

Kid starts to thrust shallowly and you moan embarrassingly loud, he was bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken.

“Shit- fuck- Oomph!” Kid collapses on top of you.

He had lost balance on his arm and fallen forward.

“I- Sorry- I-“ Your captain fumbles over his words all while still inside of you.

You rip him back by his hair and kiss him with fervor. While your tongue slid into his mouth your flipped him onto his back. After adjusting to the new position, you rode him softly and passionately while kissing him and massaging his chest. Kid pulls his head back into the pillows away from your lips.

“Gods, you’re so fuckin’ perfect aren’t ye?” He regains his confidence and grips your hip with his flesh hand. “My everything…” Kid sighs out dreamily as he watches you bounce up and down on his cock. “So beautiful…” He admires you and moves his hand from your waist to bring your face back down to his and kisses you.

You feel your peak approaching again and pull back. You gasp and grind your hips down harder.

“You’re going to cum again? I can feel it…” Kid plants his feet and starts to thrust upwards into you. You’re tipped over and you cry out.

“Kid!” You scream with your head thrown back.

“Me too, baby, me too… shit-“ Kid grips the back of your neck and pulls you down on him impossibly hard. You feel the pulse of his hard cock and rope after rope of sticky spend fill your insides as you pant and moan, not caring who else could hear you on the ship.

“oh…” You whisper, exhausted after your climax. You fall forward, your breasts falling directly into Kid’s face. He catches you with a hand around your back and pulls you in to lay at his side.

A few moments of heavy breathing go by before you break the silence.

“We should probably talk abo-“ You begin.

“You stay here now.” Your captain interrupts you. You pick your head off Kid’s chest in interest.

“Oh?” You ask.

“You’re mine. My pirate queen. I’ll have Killer move your stuff in tomorrow.” Kid says as he gently pulls your head back down into his pecs.

“I can very well move my own-“ You start before Kid interrupts you again.

“You’ll be busy tomorrow… very busy…” Kid looks down at you with a wicked grin.

— —

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clare-875 · 5 months ago

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Love love love the New Names prompt! I loved Ace’s and Sabo’s!! Poor poor Ace.

I was wondering if you could do another part with: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, and Penguin 👀👀👀

Have a lovely day/night! ✨🫶🏽

New Names pt.3 (Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin)

_____ Pairings: Corazon x Reader; Killer x Reader; Mihawk x Reader; Penguin x Reader Summary: His reaction when you call him pal, buddy, etc. Warnings: Mostly fluff, Female Reader A/N: I'm so glad you like the fics! This is my first time writing for these characters so I hope you enjoy! 💗 [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law] [Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile] [Part 4: Kid, Katakuri, Smoker] _____

Corazon

(A/N: Spoilers for Law's backstory)

A young Law looks to you from behind where he hid, unusual eagerness buried in his gaze. You and him had come up with a little prank to play on your boyfriend and despite being in the middle of a crisis, you would do anything to see Law's smile. When Corazon had left with Law to find a cure for his Amber Lead disease, you (being an undercover Marine yourself) had joined him. With time came the undeniable connection that was formed between the three of you.

You adored both of them with all your heart.

You were currently trying to hide the grin on your face as you looked up, anticipation thrumming as you watched your boyfriend finally approach from a distance. His painted face seemed to light up at the sight of you, and he moved faster to get to your side.

"Hello, love." His smile is wide as he approaches, but you watch as it fades to confusion in the absence of the boy usually by your side.

"Where's Law?"

You smile at his concern, but you continue with your little game.

"Don't worry buddy, he's just resting for now."

You expected a lot of things for his reaction, but what you didn't expect was the series of events that followed. One minute his face had been full of his usual adoration of you, the next came one of shock at your words, and the next moment his face was buried into the ground.

He had fallen.

You quickly approach in concern, rolling your boyfriend over so he is on his back. You kneel by him and look down at his face.

"Buddy, are you okay?"

You are surprised, however, that when you look down at your boyfriend's face, his eyes are clouded more with sadness than pain. There is a pout that lingers on his face.

"Love, why are you calling me that?"

You furrow your brows in mock confusion.

"What are you talking about, bud?"

Your boyfriend sits up quickly at your words, expression twisted in disarray.

"You-you're calling me buddy, but I'm- we're dating now. So, you should be calling me love."

He states it all so plainly to you, that you stare for a moment before losing yourself to your light laughter. This only causes the crease between your boyfriend's brows to deepen.

"Love?"

In that instant, you hear the rushing of footsteps, before Law jumps onto your boyfriend's back suddenly. He is smiling wide as he meets your gaze and amusement glistens in his eyes. Corazon yelps at the sudden weight on him.

"Surprise, you got pranked!"

Law grins in his mischief before running over to you and hiding behind your leg. Your boyfriend looks up in complete bewilderment as his eyes turn from you to Law, and back to you again. But then he spots the smile on Law's face and loses himself in a light-hearted chuckle; he tries to hold back his tears.

"...Not bad kid."

There is a pause before Corazon ruffles Law's head slightly and stands up to his feet. You smile softly at the interaction. You can see Law trying to play off the light blush on his cheeks at the gesture.

"Now you, love," your boyfriend says turning to you and taking your hand in his.

"I was expecting better."

You roll your eyes at his words but your smile does nothing to waver, and the three of you make your way back to camp.

That is until your boyfriend falls to the ground once more.

Killer

You fight the smile that wants to reach your face as you watch your boyfriend a small distance away talking to some members of crew. An idea had swarmed your mind and you were keen to see it take place. "What are you smirking about?" You hear the low growl of your Captain on your left as he looks at your expression with suspicion. A grin tugs wide at his words.

"Nothing you need to worry about Captain."

Kid grits his teeth as he seethes and walks away from your amused expression, but you pay him no mind; your attention is back on your boyfriend as he seems to conclude whatever conversation had taken place. You watch as his masked figure turns and spots you. You quickly put back on a neutral facade as Killer finally makes his way over, suspense bubbling within you.

"Hello, love."

His words to a stranger would sound surprisingly gentle, especially for a man named Killer. However, his kind nature is a given to you, and so you smile softly at your boyfriend, before giving way to your plan.

"Hey man, what were you up to?"

You watch as your boyfriend freezes momentarily. You grin discreetly, as you try to play nonchalant. Instantly, Killer's mind goes to concern.

"Okay love, what's wrong?"

His broad figure looms over where you are sitting and you don't have to remove his mask to know that his eyes are searching yours for answers. You keep up the act as you look at him in mock confusion.

"Nothing's wrong man, I've just been waiting for you."

He freezes again at your choice of words, and before he knows it his hand is under your chin.

"Princess, why do I feel like you're messing with me."

You feel warmth rise to your cheeks at his low words spoken softly to you. You try muttering an excuse, but it is for naught as Killer seems to put the dots together, and he has pulled you to your feet in an instant. You gasp as he swiftly drags you in the direction of your shared chambers, Kid still looking at the both of you in utter bewilderment.

"I'll show you who you're calling man, princess."

Mihawk

(A/N: Slightly suggestive at the end)

Your boyfriend is lounging on his chair, paging through the most recent newspaper copy that had been delivered. Your lips twitch upwards at the sight and you push open the door wider so you can get through. In your hands are two cups of steaming tea. Your boyfriend instantly perks up at your presence; he has sensed you lingering for some time now.

His sharp eyes soften slightly as he watches you get closer. "Hello love." You smile as you place his cup in front of him and put yours next to it. You would be lying to say you hadn't missed him. He had been so busy recently with whatever duties come with being the world's strongest swordsman and a warlord of the sea. But despite your sentiments, you wanted to go through with the little game you had formed in your head.

"Hi pal, anything interesting happened lately?"

You peer over his shoulder trying to look at the newspaper in his hands like nothing is wrong. But you would be stupid to think that your boyfriend did not notice the change in the name you usually called him.

"Love, what are you doing?"

Mihawk's eyes are sharp once more, buried perplexity masked in irritation. You simply play dumb and give him a look of confusion.

"Looking at the newspaper?"

At your words, your boyfriend places the paper in his hands on the table in front of him. One hand grabs yours as you look in bewilderment at his sudden movements.

"You called me pal."

His words are low as they are menacing and you hesitate, unable to meet his golden eyes.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about."

Your boyfriend has none of it though, as he pulls you closer to him so you're basically straddling him on his chair.

"You seem to have forgotten something. Something I thought I taught you not to forget."

You freeze as you try to hide your flustered face at the sudden proximity and the rumbling of his words.

"And that is?"

He pauses, before placing a hand on your face and inching closer to you.

"I am your partner, not some pal."

His breath is hot against your lips before he closes the space between you. You feel yourself flush and warmth fills you. His hands frame your face and you pull him impossibly closer. When you part, there is a shine in the gold of his irises that signifies whatever this is wasn't over.

You grin.

If this is what you get for calling him pal, maybe you should call him that more often.

Penguin

You and Shachi smirk at each other as a plan forms between you. "And then we watch him cry and piss his pants." Your smile widens as a laugh escapes you at the absurdity of his words. "You've lost your mind. He might not even react." You watch as your best friend rolls his eyes, more disbelieving of your words than you were of his. "Of course, he'll react, you're like the love of his life!" You fight the flush that wants to reach your face at his nonchalant words and shove him light heartedly. "Shut up!" He grins when he sees your flustered expression.

You had been close with Shachi and Penguin the instant you joined the Heart Pirates. You truly valued your friendship with Shachi and adored your boyfriend more than anything in the world. Your light-hearted banter continues for only a few moments until you spot your boyfriend making his way towards you. "Okay, actually shut up now. It's time!" You quickly shush Shachi and get up, as he gives you a lazy thumbs-up. Your boyfriend's expression instantly enlightens as you approach.

"Hey babe, I was looking all over for you." You can see his wide smile underneath his hat. When he approaches his expression doesn't fade. "I missed you." You hesitate only for a second before conceding to your plan.

"Missed you too dude, where were you?"

You answer him casually and like nothing was out of the norm. But to your boyfriend, he felt like the Earth had just stood still. You tilt your head, at your boyfriend's frozen expression, slowly waving your hand in front of him in concern.

"Um, dude?"

Unbeknownst to you, Penguin's mind is ablaze with flashbacks to a time well before you started dating, when you would call him friendly terms. He thought he would be stuck in the friendship zone for eternity, but when he confessed you had shocked him when you had returned his feelings too. He adored the pet names you called him in your relationship, but now with your words, it felt like he was back in hell.

"Dude are you-"

"Stop!"

His hands are flain out to you as he tries to stop the name from slipping past your lips again. You raise an eyebrow in false confusion. Shachi is now laughing his head off looking at what's taking place.

"Oi Shachi! This isn't a time for laughter! She's calling me dude again!"

You roll your eyes at the over-exaggeration of your boyfriend's words and actions, but it is Shachi and not you who accidentally lets slip of the prank you had played.

"Yeah, idiot. It's obviously a joke, can't you tell?"

"Shachi-!"

"Wait, it's a joke?"

You sigh as your boyfriend turns back to you with a more vulnerable expression on his face than you were expecting. "Yeah, I'm sorry babe." You reach out and grab his hand, as you watch him relax at the name you call him once more. "It was just a bit of fun?" He sighs deeply in a mixture of relief and exasperation. "Thank god, I thought you forgot we were dating or something." Your lips upturn more at the teasing grin on his face.

"Like I could forget that."

You step closer to him, and you see a familiar flush reach your boyfriend's face. His heart thrums in anticipation at your sudden proximity. "Yeah?" He murmurs to you, and you inch closer, almost closing the space between you two when-

"Okay! Enough of the mushiness! Not when I'm here!"

You hear Shachi's voice break the trance between you both, and you instantly see your boyfriend's face darken. He turns swiftly from your side.

"Hey, we were having a moment moron!"

Penguin makes his way from you to Shachi, a multitude of curses leaving his lips.

"Too bad!"

"Get back here idiot!"

You smile softly despite yourself. They were a handful, but there was never a quiet moment with the two of them; you couldn't give them up for anything in the world.

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Alone in Wano - 2 / 2

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH for how y'all welcomed the first part of this little flic, I was SO nervous about it and I'm really really happy that it made you feel things! here is the second & last part, thanks again @a-killer-obsession for beta reading, platonically kissing you on the mouth buddy ♥ No content warning but maybe don't read if you're not comfortable with pregnancy & delivery stuff, and KidLaw is mentioned as a joke, maybe light Wano spoilers too

Part 1

“NO FUCKING WAY IN HELL. I'D RATHER DELIVER ALONE BY THE RIVER AND LET MY NEWBORN DRINK WATER FROM KAIDO'S FACTORIES THAN LETTING YOUR EMO-ASS FINGERS ANYWAY NEAR MY CUNT SO BACK OFF.”

Law looked up at the ceiling, passing a hand on his face and taking a huge breath. He pondered for a moment if he could just leave the abandoned house and leave Nina on her own without checking her up. He rubbed his temple, looking down at the small woman in front of him, and tried to calm his nerves.

“Stop acting like a moron, Pinky-ya. You've lost a lot of blood, and I have more important business to attend. Just let me check if the baby's doing well, and I'll leave you alone.”

Nina pouted and crossed her arms - a face she used to make to wrap men around her little finger. However that somehow had no effect on this stupid depressive doctor. Maybe her big pregnant belly blocked her cuteness aggression abilities? Maybe he was just an ass. She tilted her head, studying his face. By some ways he reminded her of Wire, which made her nostalgic.

That's not how things were supposed to happen. When Killer - at least the man she'd mistaken for Killer - hit her with his scythes, she lost consciousness and barely remembered anything then. She woke up in the small cabin she shared with Hiyori and Toko, curled in her bed, an immense pain radiating from her lower half. Hiyori did what she could to stop the bleeding but it was clear she needed a doctor to check if the baby was alright. By chance, running to the flower Capital, they bumped into Law, who was looking for his crewmates. Roronoa pushed her against the black haired guy like some kind of heavy packet with a mumbled “needs a doctor for pregnancy shit, Torao” before walking away, leaving both of them flabbergasted, and here she was.

However, she quickly made clear that in no way Law could approach her, let alone touch her or look between her legs. Each of his attempts to do so ended up with him being hissed at and insulted, her nails threatening to claw his eyes out. There was a persistent rumor running through the new generation that Law and Kid had a quick fling at Sabaody, and even if it was long before Kid and Nina met, even if she never met Law before and even if Kid always denied it, it was enough to fuel her jealousy and hate towards this stupid ass doctor and his stupid ass poseur tattoos and his stupid ass spotted hat.

“Come on, Pinky-ya,” Law insisted, looking at her with all the softness he was able to gather - which wasn't a lot, “just let me do a quick check up and I'll leave. I'll use my power, I won't have to touch you. Let me check if the baby is ok, at least.”

Nina hesitated, nipping her lips. She caressed her belly and thought for a moment. As much as it cost her to admit it, Law was right. She was worried sick about her unborn child. Since the attack, she suffered from heavy cramps, and she had lost a lot of blood. Tired and worried, she decided to put her ego aside and gave up. She lied on her elbows, uncrossing her arms, silently agreeing to let him do so.

Law closed his eyes and mentally thanked whatever god was listening to him for her cooperation, impatient to be done with this feral girl who seemed to hate him for no reason - not that he cared a lot. He conjured a room and used Kikoku to inspect Nina's body. Immediately, he frowned.

“What? Something's wrong?” Nina asked in a surprising soft voice.

“How far along are you in your pregnancy, Pinky-ya?”

“About 7 months, why?”

Law put down Kikoku and looked down at her, understanding at the moment that he was far from being done with this girl.

“You're in labor,” he said bluntly, looking her in the eyes.

Nina sat up immediately, gritting teeth as she felt an intense pain in her lower abdomen.

“No,” she cried, “he's too small, he wouldn't survive.”

Law sat on his heels, pondering his options. They were alone, in an abandoned house. With his devil fruit he could stop the labor, but he wasn’t experienced enough with pregnancy to trust his abilities to do so safely. Not to mention the mother lost a lot of blood, and the probable placental abruption the hit induced. There wasn't any good choice in this situation.

“7 months, he has good chances to survive,” Law said, trying to be reassuring.

Nina shook her head, putting her hands on her belly as to protect it from him, tears flooding down her cheeks. “No, no. You’re a doctor aight? And you have some shitty doctor power, so use them to stop the labor, I can’t deliver now, I can’t do it.”

As Law looked down at her, he suddenly felt a wave of pity for Nina. With her hands on her belly and the mix of anger and fear in her eyes, she looked like a feral creature protecting her cub. At this moment, he understood that behind all this though girl attitude and aggression, she was probably deeply scared and anxious.

“Pinky-ya,” Law said with a stern voice, looking right in her bright green eyes, “right here and now the best option for you and your baby is to deliver. If he stays in, with the blood loss and without any good hospital around, I can’t ensure his survival. I’m not sure, but I think your placenta broke. If you deliver, though, I could use my ‘shitty doctor power' to check for any issue and heal them if necessary.”

Nina shook her head again, closing her eyes as tears flooded down her cheeks. She was terrified at the idea of delivering alone without her lovers, without her family, on a dirty floor in an empty house. “I … I can't do this I need Kid and Killer, I can't -”

Law grabbed her knees and looked down at her with a stern glance. “You can, and you will. I won't let you nor your baby die.”

Nina held his glance, and something in his face provoked a change in her. For the first time she felt that her anger toward him might have been misplaced. It was clear that he wanted to do everything he could to save her baby, and that’s what mattered. She nodded weakly, tears flooding down her cheeks.

“Alright Trafalgar. I trust you.”

Next hour felt like a torture for both of them.

Nina was lying on her back, gritting teeth and crying, following Law's instructions as he was trying to help the labor, looking between her legs, trying to fight the urge to run out of the house and vomit on the ground. He saw a lot of body horror in his life but it was the first time he helped with birth giving and to say the least, he wasn't comfortable with the whole thing. If it wasn't to save an innocent baby's life he would have left this shit behind him.

After trying different positions to help the labor, he gave up and looked at her. “It won’t work. You're too weak after bleeding this much. We need to do a C-section”

Nina whined and looked down at him “Again?!”

“You already had a C-section?”

“Not much of a choice when you're 5’0” and have to deliver a 16 pound baby…”

Law winced. Two C-sections, in a short amount of time… that was risky. But with his powers, he could manage to make it safe for her and her baby. “Pinky-ya, do you trust me?”

Nina surprised herself when she realized the answer was yes. They didn't appreciate each other, that was clear. However, he still went out of his way, stopped as he was going to look after his men, because she needed help and he was the only one able to provide it. Her eyes met his, and a silent comprehension passed between the two of them. Law stood up and raised up his hand.

“Room,” he said with his deep voice, the house around them suddenly glowing in a blue light. He looked down at her, trying to locate her womb and the baby in it with as much precision as possible, using both his devil fruit and his Haki to help him do so. It was the first time he had to do something like this, and he was a bit nervous.

He took a deep breath to steady, before turning his hand, fingers pointing up. “Shambles.”

What happened next mesmerized both of them. Without any pain or suffering, a round hole opened in Nina’s belly. Her baby, wonderful, amazing, the size of a regular baby despite being preterm, flew up from it, umbilical cord still attached to both of them as Law created a protective bubble around him to replace the amniotic bag.

For a moment, the whole house went silent, Law and Nina both transfixed by the sight in front of them. The baby already had a mess of blonde hair on his head, leaving little to no doubt to who his father was. For Law it conjured bittersweet images, images of someone he used to know and loved like a father, in another life.

After a few moments, Law snapped back to reality, and used his powers to cut the umbilical cord, proceeding to check for any issues in the newborn before giving him to Nina.

“I did everything I could,” he whispered, a hint of worry in his voice, “now, he has to scream.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Nina held her baby against her, cradling him softly.

“Please,” she whispered, “please sweetheart please. Please scream. Please.”

After what seemed like an eternity, loud screams and cries echoed in the house. Nina burst into tears, hugging her newborn baby, holding him carefully as if afraid to break him, humming the scent of his head, peppering kisses on his little face.

She looked up at Trafalgar, who was sitting on the ground, catching his breath as well.

“Thank you” she whispered.

“No problem” he answered, and Nina could swear she saw him smile.

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