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Infatuation (Bartolomeo x Reader)

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Content Warning: nsfw

Content Description: Bartolomeo sees the reader bent over the railing of the ship and has to take matters into his own hands ♡

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Bartolomeo had developed an affinity for becoming entranced with people who interested him. The first time it happened, he fell into fixation over the Strawhats. He deeply admired the ferocity of Luffy and consequentially extended his affection to those on Luffy’s crew. It happened again when he met you, his infatuation only surmounting with the passage of time.

He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to convince you to join his crew. It all happened so quickly but at the same time, it felt like it’d always been like this. You meshed so well with the crew and more importantly, you meshed well with him. He felt the same wave of excitement and allure each time you passed him on the deck. He especially loved the mornings after you’d just woken up, sleepily shuffling to the mess hall for breakfast.

Your drowsy stature being slightly more clumsy than usual, lips pouty and inviting… he had to reign himself in from those thoughts often. Even as you’re working your ass off, bent over the ship’s railing while helping Gambia shift the anchor’s arm into a better position, he can’t focus on anything other than the curvature of your bottom being complimented by the outline of your panties beneath the thin fabric of your clothes.

He was a man of few morals, more than willing to do an array of obscene things to you in that very position. It was a proposition that he’d considered presenting you with, but he worried that his position as Captain would make the situation feel like less of a choice. It’d seemed like you’d flirted with him on occasion, how deep those feelings went were unclear.

It wasn’t until you’d risen from the railing, meeting his flushed face and giggling at the obvious gawking that he felt he may actually stand a chance. Of course, you’d been suspicious of his interests for a while. Bartolomeo had a pattern of placing those of interest on a pedestal, he wouldn’t directly assert anything to them but would wait on them hand and foot. You had to practically beg to be included in excursions or things that needed done around the ship, he insisted on princess treatment otherwise.

He commanded you far differently than the rest of the crew. You couldn’t deny that you were just as interested, but crossing that barrier would mean changing your dynamic permanently. This wasn’t a simple decision to make, especially not with someone so hopelessly devotional. You could see it in the way that his eyes raked across you, the most heinous words could fall from your lips and he wouldn’t hear them at all. You could damn him, curse his name and it would sound like the most beautiful melody to his ears.

“Captain? Are we good?”, you asked after a moment, the air becoming increasingly awkward with each passing second.

He didn’t answer, instead stalking away to his cabin. Gambia shook his head, clicking his tongue knowingly at the debauchery that the Captain was likely partaking in. If he were being honest, Gambia had asked for your specific assistance on purpose. He was burnt out from hearing Bartolomeo’s incessant ramblings of all the alluring things about you. He’d hoped that Bartolomeo would find you in a compromising position and finally address the feelings that he’d pent up within himself, but alas.

Bartolomeo was at war with himself, his fist feverishly pumping his cock to the idea of you lying beneath him. He shouldn’t be having these fantasies, not as your Captain but more importantly not defiling your perfection. He was pathetic, unworthy of placing his filthy hands upon you. His thoughts volleyed rapidly, all manners of erotic scenes playing out frame by frame. How would you take him? Would you be a dominant, commanding presence? Would you be shy, putting all your trust into him to take care of you?

“(Y/N)… such a good girl…”, you could hear Bartolomeo moan out from within his confines, “Please…”

You hadn’t intended to intrude, you just wanted to check in to make sure things were okay. You were frozen in your tracks, mind short circuiting while processing the realization that the Captain’s feelings ran far deeper than what you could’ve ever hoped to imagine. This was a degree above infatuation, he was obsessed with you.

“Ah, fuck.”, he cursed out several moments later, his tone much more guttural than before.

It was evident that he’d met his end, all while picturing you. You paced a bit, weighing what options you had and the implications of diving headfirst into whatever this was. Moving on from something this intimate was impossible, you’d never look at Bartolomeo the same way though it didn’t exactly feel like a bad thing. In fact, it felt relieving to finally be backed against a wall. Maybe it was because you were running from your own feelings, or struggling to fully internalize his, neither of which meant much now.

The cabin door swung open suddenly, you’d meandered for far too long. His expression mirrored your own, wide eyes and mouth ajar. You began muttering apologies in tandem, feeble attempts to explain the situation away. He wasn’t sure how much you’d heard, he could only hope that he hadn’t gotten too carried away.

“I’m sorry, Captain. I wasn’t trying to impose, I heard my name and I-“, you began, getting cut off by Bartolomeo’s own admission.

“No, I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, he trailed off for a moment, “I’m guessin’ that because you didn’t run away… maybe you didn’t mind?”

“I don’t mind.”, your lips curled into a small smile, adverting your gaze to stifle your reddening face, “I like you, Bartolomeo.”

“I like you too, (Y/N).”, he gave you a toothy grin, his pointy teeth on full display, “I wasn’t sure how to, um… I didn’t wanna overwhelm you.”

“You don’t.”, you reassured him, shuffling on your feet and bringing your eyes to meet his again.

Something about the way the sunlight rested against his silhouette, glinting off his nose ring, was comforting. His toothy grin cracked a content expression across his face, his eyes lighting up just at the sight of you before him. This felt right, the vulnerability was a nice change of pace. The logistics didn’t matter, this had needed to happen for some time now. For whatever the future held, reveling in this moment with him was enough for now.

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[damned-punk]

Overthinking (Ace x Reader)

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Content Warning: fluff, yearning

Content Description: gn!reader gets lost in their thoughts while spending quality time with Ace ♡

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The summer sun gleamed against his skin, the freckles on his cheeks becoming much more pronounced than usual. The pair of you had just finished a very filling meal, a perfect end to a perfect day. You’d entered a comfortable silence, sitting at his side beneath his arm and watching the waves crash against the shoreline. These moments were limited these days, far and few in between from what you’d prefer.

The ship was always busy and Ace was no longer regularly boarded on the main ship. He was a commander now after all, taking strides of his own across neighboring seas as he and Pops saw fit. You couldn’t deny that it was hard watching him sail beyond the horizon, especially considering that his return was never a guarantee. Pirates often took life day by day, you certainly had up unto this point.

A part of you longed to settle down with him, to nestle on the shore of a cozy island and leave those uncertainties behind. It wouldn’t be fair to him and you did not want to leave the crew, you loved them just as much. Without any reasonable doubts, you knew that setting out to sea had been the right thing to do. Staying with the Whitebeard pirates and fulfilling your obligations to your found family was the right thing to do.

Even still, you couldn’t deny that there was a clear difference between the time before you met Ace and the time after. The two of you had grown inseparable, thick as thieves, and horrifically mischievous. You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes how many pranks the pair of you had pulled on Marco, not to mention the occasional on Pops. He was everything you could’ve ever wanted, you hoped he felt that too.

“What’s that face for?”, he asked out of the blue, a toothy smile breaking across his features, “Thinkin’ about something?”

You took in his features, securing a memory of exactly how he was looking at you in this moment. His smile faltered slightly, eyes flickering between your own. It was something that you’d been fighting for a little while now, but recent times spent with him had started feeling like a limited bide. You had full confidence in his abilities, as did he, but something felt like it was looming over him. Maybe it was a feeling that was drawn up from when he disclosed his past, either way it made these times all the more precious.

You cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips to his own, drinking in a kind of warmth that could only be found within Ace himself. He was a bit stunned, your intimacy being sudden but more than welcome. He knew that something likely unsavory was on your mind, he just wasn’t sure if it was something worth pressing. Surely you’d tell him if it was something serious, you always had before.

This feeling wasn’t something that could accurately be described anyway. How could you even warn someone of something that had not yet been brought to fruition? The seas had consistently risen in unrest but that wasn’t anything new, perhaps all of this was just the result of unfounded anxieties. There are far more unknowns day to day than the latter irregardless of how much time you spent agonizing over them.

“Tell me a story about your brothers, I don’t like the silence.”, you prompted him, looking for any excuse to drown your sinking thoughts.

He beamed with reminiscence, always excited to tell you about his adventures with Luffy and Sabo. When he talked about them, he became overtly animated. Throwing his hands in wild motions and mimicking the voices of those in the stories so that you could really get a full picture of how things had went down. This went on well into the night, the two of you sharing stories and stealing kisses occasionally.

Even in the tranquility of the quiet evening, as his head rests on your lap while soft snores emanate from his open mouth, you couldn’t shake the thought of these moments coming to an inevitable end. Your fingers lapped at the soft tufts of his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp to help keep him relaxed. Whatever that would look like and however far away, the thought of losing him was treacherous. You’d follow him into any battle, plunge yourself into any depth to meet the smallest of his expectations. You wished you could ignore such worries, or better yet have the ability to put them at a permanent end.

There was a lot of love between you, whether that love would have a more defined place to go was unwritten but either way you’d always be grateful to have had the opportunity to have met someone like him.

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[damned-punk]

Had he really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell…

I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.

I would know him in death, at the end of the world…

[damned-punk]

sketches

[damned-punk]

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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[damned-punk]

Happy Birthday Killer (Killer x Reader)

@gratefulcheeses Kidd Pirate’s Month 2025 🏴‍☠️

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Content Warning: self esteem issues

Content Description: Killer is going through a difficult time following the SMILE incident but you have hope for the future ♡

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Following Killer’s selfless consumption of the failed SMILE fruit, your relationship had changed. You weren’t sure if it was for better or worse, but a metamorphosis had taken place where you were closer but farther apart than ever before. He was still Killer, undeniably the man that you loved, but things were different. It was as though he cared even less about himself than usual, constantly throwing himself into the most dire situations for the most minuscule gain. He worried you and no matter how you articulated this to him, he just wasn’t getting it.

It wasn’t that he’d grown cold or distant, but rather that he was preventing himself from feeling anything toward you. He despised his laugh and that it was the only way he could display his affections for you, he didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want you to have to live with him like this. He’d said many times that this wasn’t what you signed up for and that he would not fault you for leaving him, it was all too much to bear. Turning to the only other person on earth who might be able to get through to him, you brought the issue to the Captain.

His usual reprieve of being a loud, sarcastic asshole was lost as soon as Killer was brought up. This was just as dire and near to Kidd as it was to you, he’d nearly lost his best friend too. It took days for Killer to even speak to Kidd, the image of him bandaged head to toe and laughing maniacally through tears would never leave you. Kidd of course agreed to help, never shying away from anything that concerned his partner, and instructed you to give them space for the time being.

This was somewhat of a problem as Killer’s birthday was only a short time away and you wanted so deeply for him to relax, even if just for a few hours. You considered coordinating with the crew for a nice dinner and time spent together but it just didn’t seem appropriate. They were rowdy as hell and while letting loose did seem appealing, it wasn’t right for the occasion. Killer had been sleeping in his own cabin since the incident which had been hard in its own right, but it allowed you to prepare in privacy. You lightly decorated and prepared a quiet celebration only to be enjoyed by the two of you, three if Killer wanted Kidd at his side.

It was strange going about things in this manner, Killer was far from delicate but this felt necessary. You’d already had an idea for his gift and wrapped it in a small black box with a blue bow, simplistic and perhaps a bit silly but hopefully something that would bring him even the smallest amount of joy. You’d had it made on an island during one of your last supply runs, ensuring that you saved it for his birthday.

Once things were settled in your cabin, you let Kidd know your plans and he agreed that approaching the celebration in this manner was the best course of action. The crew still showered him with congratulations and gifts, but you wanted to preserve some level of intimacy for time with him that you hadn’t had in a while. You waited until that evening, approaching him after cake had been passed.

“Meet me in my cabin when you’re ready.”, you leant up to speak near his ear, giving his arm a light squeeze for reassurance.

You waited for him on the bed, gift in hand, hoping that he wouldn’t be against spending time alone together. The minutes felt like hours but just as you began reaching the threshold patience, heavy footsteps echoed through the empty corridor just outside your cabin door. They stopped outside for a few moments, likely in an attempt for him to brace himself for whatever you had planned. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried, you’d been so patient with him for so long that he wouldn’t be surprised if you were fed up. He reluctantly grasped the door handle and pushed the door open, awkwardly standing in the doorway after closing the two of you off from the others.

“Come sit.”, you held a small smile on your face as you patted the spot on the bed next to you.

He wordlessly obeyed, making his way over to occupy the space at your side.

“Happy Birthday, I hope you like it.”, you stated softly while placing the gift in his hands.

He laughed for a moment, his expression caged by his mask. You studied the way the mask contoured around his skull, your eyes combed over the grooves in the metal from Kidd’s handy work. You hated the mask for what it represented, but it was a part of Killer no less. He seemed to be unsure about opening the box, he felt like he didn’t deserve to receive something from you after so many terrible things transpired on Wano.

After several long and grueling moments, he finally opened the box and lifted the silly present to hang between his fingers. It was a small golden bracelet with the teeniest, tiniest pasta charm. On the back of the charm were your’s and his initials, a small gesture that he could wear and know that you were with him always. Suddenly, his laugher surmounted and his head flew backwards. He did what he could to stifle the sound, his shoulders shaking violently. You wrapped your arms about him, his hands lifting to meet your skin.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m sorry I-“, he began to apologize but you stopped him immediately.

“None of that… not tonight. You don’t have anything to apologize for.”, you reassured him, “I love you and I know that we can get through this… Always have and always will.”

“Always have and always will.”, he repeated, tucking your promise into the back of his mind for safe keeping.

There was undoubtedly a lot of uncertainly on these seas but a small part of you was sure that things would work out in the end, no matter what that would look like.

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[damned-punk]

Worth The Wait (Law x Reader)

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Content Warning: kissing

Content Description: you and Law are two sillies who have trouble reckoning with your feelings for one another ♡

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You’d heard a lot of things about Trafalgar Law, mainly that he was a Surgeon of Death and that he had rather wicked abilities. He was feared across many island nations but as he sat before you bickering with Straw Hat Luffy, you couldn’t help but wonder if they’d gotten it all wrong. He’d seemed so serious at first but not in a traditional way, he was alternatively authoritative. He’d bark orders to his crew and they’d obey with such an enthusiasm that directly contrasted his demeanor, it was evident that they knew him for who he actually was and the world did not.

Luffy must’ve felt it too, something similar to what you were feeling now. It wasn’t obvious at first, but you’d started catching a smirk crack across Law’s stoic features from time to time. Once when the bubbly Straw Hat’s captain had captured a beetle and chased Sanji around the beach with it and again when Brook slipped in his 75th bone themed joke of the day. You’d even caught him skillfully picking an argument between Kidd and Luffy, a great pretender who wanted to appear far more militant than he actually was.

You’d noticed other things too, the way soft black tufts of hair framed his face and how the sun would glint across the golden metal of his earrings. His tattoos looked cool toned in comparison to his sunkissed skin, the way his toned chest peaked out from beneath the low neckline of his shirts. You’d noticed the way that he was kind to those in need but never wanted anyone to see it, how much he loved and cared for his crew despite giving their affections a cold shoulder. He could be so mischievous at times, Law was a paradox in his own right.

He’d noticed somethings on his own too, the way your eyes lingered on him for far longer than necessary for conversation. How you’d make sure he had a share of whatever everyone else was enjoying whether it be drinks or food, it was as though you were partial to him. The way that you interacted with his crew perplexed him at first, he wasn’t sure what to think with how friendly you acted toward them. He didn’t have a great track record with letting people into his life, but he was beginning to think that he’d have to make another exception.

“Why did you give it to Traffy?”, Luffy pleaded with watery eyes after you’d offered Law the last of your snacks, “I can’t believe this, I always get your leftovers!”

“You better give it to him, (Y/N)-ya.”, Law interjected, the brim of his hat hiding his eyes, “We can’t have the child throwing a fit.”

“I’m not a child!”, Luffy argued back, totally missing the small smile on Law’s face, “You’re the child! Big goofy hat and all!”

“He’s older than you and if we’re being real, your hat is big and goofy too.”, you retorted while shuffling the food into Luffy’s hands, “You’re definitely the child in this scenario.”

“Always defending your boyfriend and not the Captain.”, Zoro remarked while clicking his tongue, totally embarrassing you.

Law’s face went ablaze, you needed to think of something to snap back with and fast. The three sword style meathead couldn’t have possibly sniffed you out. His remark had to have been born from snark.

“You jealous?”, you teased the swordsman, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull at the remark.

You turned to face Law who had already captured you in his gaze, your eyes met and awkwardly parted. For being a former warlord and current supernova, he was not very seasoned in chivalry. You wanted so desperately for him to make the first move, things were quickly becoming painful. One by one and on both crews, everyone had started noticing the strange aura that clouded your interactions. When you weren’t around, Penguin and Shachi teased Law about it relentlessly.

“They’re right Captain, she’s not gonna bite.”, Bepo tried to be the voice of reason.

“Enough!”, Law raised his voice while the two men snickered, Bepo remaining supportive as ever.

Even Ikakku, who almost never partook in Penguin and Shachi’s dumbassery, agreed that something needed to be done about the pair of you. She was tired of waiting for development in what had become a several months long stalemate. Your time with their crew was only ticking close to it’s inevitable end and she just couldn’t let that happen.

“Hey, do you have a minute?”, she approached you nearing the end of the day, leading you to a private area to talk, “How do you feel about the Captain?”

“Law?”, you asked as though you had no clue what she could be referencing, “He’s nice, a lot less diabolical than the rumors I’ve heard.”

“He’s nice?”, she asked in stunned repetition, “Only nice?”

“I mean he’s strong, funny, he’s a cool guy.”, you replied quickly, doing what you could to not slip up.

“Look, I know it might be a little nerve wracking but you’re gonna have to spell it out for him.”, Ikakku attempted to spark motivation in you, “I can ensure you that he feels the same way, watching you two keep this up is starting to make me long for more at this point.”

You took her comments in stride, lingering around him with more intent throughout the remainder of the night. She purposefully wrangled all her crewmates and excluded Law from their activities, effectively giving him all the free time necessary to break through this one last boundary. The two of you had chatted about everything but nothing of consequence, this was so much more difficult than it realistically needed to be.

“So, what was your little conversation with Ikakku about earlier?”, he asked out of the blue, breaking the non-consequential atmosphere that had begun simmering.

“Oh nothing, she just asked a question.”, you lied through your teeth, avoiding eye contact.

“It didn’t seem like nothing, she’s not one for useless conversation.”, he pried more, seemingly knowing what he was doing.

“What do you think we talked about?”, you forced yourself to meet his face, his eyes already fixated on your features.

“It’s hard to say exactly…”, he trailed off his sentence, maintaining eye contact.

You could’ve sworn he leant closer, but maybe it was your imagination. Either way, you couldn’t back down now. This was your chance to stand your ground, if he backed away you’d have your answer. The seconds felt like minutes and the longer you lingered like this, the closer the two of you had become. You flickered your gaze from his eyes to his lips and fought back a giggle as bewilderment crossed his features. He replicated your gesture, prompting you to brush his nose with the tip of your own. This was as far crossed the boundary that you were willing to go without being met, he’d have to bridge the gap from here.

His face looked as stern and analytical as you’d ever witnessed, he was clearly weighing the potential collateral of giving into his desires. So indecisive and for the first time in a very long time, so vulnerable. He finally leant forward and pressed his lips to your own, gently gliding his tongue along your flesh and giving you every opportunity to pull away. Your hands came to rest against his chest, his tattooed fingers dancing along your cheek and hip as he drank you in.

“EW!”, the two of you reluctantly parted upon hearing the expression, “TRAFFY AND (Y/N) ARE KISSING!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the effervescent Straw Hat Captain. Some would say that he and Law were total opposites but they were more alike than different. This time, Law laughed with you and let himself revel in such a warm moment. It might’ve been a long time coming, but it was certainly worth the wait.

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[damned-punk]

That’s Too Bad (Kidd Pirates x Reader)

@gratefulcheeses Kidd Pirate’s Month 2025 🏴‍☠️

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Content Warning: language

Content Description: you and your crewmates purposefully bicker to liven up the quiet moments at sea ♡

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The last several days had been nothing short of chaos which wasn’t entirely unusual, but things had not slowed down at all. In fact, they’d only grown more hectic with the innumerable pranks that every member of the crew had been pulling on one another. It was like a downhill slope that only continued to get steeper, first starting with Dive attaching rhinestones to Wire’s cape throughout the day and escalating to House snatching Kidd’s goggles from his head and hiding out in the hull for hours. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard so many curse words be used consecutively before.

To add to the tomfoolery, she waited him out until he finally relented to his cabin and dressed the goggles with a bow before laying them on his workbench like a present. He was grumpy the next morning, but no one could deny her commitment to fucking with him relentlessly. Bubblegum felt like you needed to be brought into the fun and took it upon himself to turn nearly everything in your cabin upside down. The bed, your books, the pictures on the walls, your clothes, anything that he could flip or turn inside out without completely destroying was maneuvered out of its place.

“Alright, who did it?”, you asked dumbfoundedly as you entered the mess hall for dinner.

“Who did what?”, Dive asked first, initially causing you to place to the blame on her.

You approached her and leant down to meet her at eye level, her expression not quite faltering but she was known for having a decent poker face.

“It wasn’t enough to take the Captain’s goggles?”, you interrogated her.

“With peace and love, I honestly have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”, she replied while backing away, the sight causing the actual culprit to laugh a little too hard.

Your attention shifted to Bubblegum who seemed to be enjoying your frustration, he honestly thought he’d get away with it but resolved to relent when you approached him.

“C’mon, a little bit of change is good every now and then.”, he attempted to defend himself, which was admittedly funny but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“I’m going to sleep in your cabin tonight while you put everything back in its place.”, you smiled at him before giving him a swift flick between the eyes.

“Damn, you’re just gonna take that?”, Mosh pushed to get a reaction out of Bubblegum while several onlookers giggled at how unserious the situation was.

“I don’t know, she might beat his ass.”, Heat remarked in a further attempt to keep the rivalry alive.

“Might?”, you eyed the bluenette, “I can take him.”

“In a fight, right?”, Boogie bellowed out in laughter, your face heating up at his explicit comment.

“You know what, fuck it.”, you began trudging toward the door, not at all serious in your demeanor, “I’ve had enough of every single one of you.”

“It’s not like you to back down so easily.”, Killer added one last burn, “I guess it’s not a bad thing to know when to walk away.”

The entire crew began laughing at his remark, he wasn’t typically one to partake in everyone’s antics but it was always so much fun when he did. Killer could not only take a joke, but could give one right back with no hesitation. He balanced Kidd’s hotheadedness which was also so much fun to prod.

“I can handle Bubblegum being an asshole, but you? My heart’s in shambles.”, you feigned being upset and although you couldn’t see it, you could feel the sassy eye roll emanating from beneath his mask.

Just as you stepped out onto the main deck in hopes of getting some fresh air, you nearly walked directly into Kidd who was dangling a giggling Emma above his head by her ankle.

“What the fuck did you do this time?”, you couldn’t help but be amused by the sight.

“I might’ve snuck into Kidd’s workshop to hide under his bench in an attempt to scare him and it also might’ve worked.”, she attempted to stifle her laughter as Kidd’s angry face turned to meet your own.

“That’s too bad, I was gonna try that later.”, you replied, snorting a bit as Kidd huffed loudly.

You glanced up at the Captain and placed a hand over your mouth in a feeble attempt to hide your expression. He rolled his eyes and continued past you into the mess hall where yet another barrage of curses could be heard. You scurried back toward your cabin and away from the ever present chaos that was sure to surmount even further. Despite the minor inconveniences, you couldn’t complain. You loved these dorks, tempers and all.

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[damned-punk]

Small Moments (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

@gratefulcheeses Kidd Pirate’s Month 2025 🏴‍☠️

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Content Warning: nsfw, afab!reader

Content Description: modern!AU where you and Killer spend the day planning for a relaxing evening while Kidd works overtime ♡

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You stood in the kitchen alongside Killer, finishing up the sides that would accompany his pasta dish for dinner. The two of you had the day off, Kidd was due home from the body shop at any second. Just as you had set out the plate and silverware, the front door swung open to reveal your favorite red-headed mechanic. His hair was a bit tousled, his hands covered in grease and his clothes just as tattered as ever. You strutted yourself over to him, greeting him with a kiss as soon as his boots were off and kicked to the side.

“Miss me?”, he asked teasingly, squeezing your bottom as he returned the affection.

“Dinner is almost done, hurry and shower.”, you urged him so that the food wouldn’t get cold.

This was all part of your usual routine. Kidd would shower as soon as he was home, all the sweat and grime from work creating such a mess otherwise. He and Killer typically worked the same shifts but Kidd had put in some overtime today, consequentially allowing you and Killer to scheme at home in preparation for the perfect evening. As you listened to the water of the shower patter against the tiled walls, you plated Kidd’s dinner and arranged everything on the coffee table in the living room.

As you returned to gather drinks for everyone, Killer caged you in his arms and showered a barrage of kisses across your face. You squirmed and giggled against him, a smile cracking across his features. He traced his lips along your jaw, nipping at the soft skin of your neck. You relaxed against him, far happier and satisfied than you could’ve ever imagined. These small moments meant the world to you and you hoped that it felt the same for them.

“I’m about to say to hell with this food if you two keep it up.”, Kidd said jokingly, lightly swatting and gripping your bottom as he caged you in from behind.

It was certainly temping, being pressed between them in bed was always a good time but the more rational part of you urged them to wait. It somewhat added to the allure of the evening, knowing that impending explicit activities were just on the horizon. There was little conversation as the three of you indulged in the meal, the flavors meshing perfectly with your’s and Killer’s combined efforts. Kidd’s hand wandered to your thigh as you sat back, discarding your empty plate alongside their own.

Killer noticed and followed Kidd’s lead almost immediately. Something about the way their large, rough hands gripped at you made your entire body feel warm and fuzzy. You stood from the couch and shuffled your way toward the bedroom, picking up speed as Kidd began chasing you down the hall. You yelped when he caught up to you, tackling you onto the bed and unleashing an attack of tickles than had left you pleading with him to stop.

Killer leant against the door frame and shook his head at your shenanigans. Despite Kidd’s intimidating stature, he could be so unserious which always made for a good time. You could say the same for Killer, Kidd might’ve been the one to start things but Killer never failed to finish them. The two men were so content and happy to be with you, there had been a time in their lives when they never could’ve imagined a life like the three of you had built together.

“EUSTASS! STOP!”, you yelled in defiance, your words coming out a bit wheezy due to the inability to catch your breath between laughs, “Help me, Killer!”

“You sure you want me to help?”, Killer took a few steps toward the bed, “You look like you’re handling things pretty well on your own.”

Kidd relented and let you breathe for a moment upon hearing Killer’s words. They were far too sultry for him to continue playing with you like this. Visions of you handling him in other ways crossed his mind, prompting him discard your bottoms. He was rather swift with his motions, the sudden loss of modesty causing you to become a bit shy. You trusted them whole heartedly but things could be unexpected at times. One moment you’re playing with them and the next, you’re playing with them.

Killer assumed position behind you, coaxing you to lean back as Kidd positioned himself in front of you. He hooked his arms underneath your legs and peppered sloppy kisses along the plush of your thighs. He considered teasing you, but he was far too impatient at this point. He worked his tongue through your folds, thoroughly enjoying the way that your fingers gripped his hair.

“Kidd…”, you whimpered out to him, “Feels good…”

“I know, I know.”, he cooed back, not nearly as sarcastic as usual.

He’d typically take his time working you up, sometimes even trading off with Killer to extend the build up to the main event. Things would typically move fast at that point, the anticipation making the sensations feel so much more intense. Tonight was still just as pleasurable, but Kidd wanted to indulge in you for a change of pace. His day had been filled with hard work and little excitement, he needed this time to be as close to you as possible.

Killer understood immediately from the pace that Kidd had set, working himself up to the view before him. He’d enjoyed having the opportunity to decompress with you, the only thing that could’ve enhanced his experience would’ve been Kidd also getting to spend the day the same way with the two of you. That would be saved for another time, the three of you were connected in this moment and that was enough.

Your legs trembled, a signal that Kidd was bringing you to climax. Killer whispered filthy praises in your ear as your back arched, your chest heaving with deep breaths as Kidd helped you ride out your orgasm. He kissed his way back up to your lips, giving you the opportunity to taste yourself. You took a few seconds to calm down, eventually moving to rest on your hands and knees before the two men.

“Good girl.”, Kidd praised you, landing a firm smack on your ass, “Killer’s looking a little lonely, don’t you think (Y/N)?”

You focused on Killer’s hands which were currently freeing his cock from his boxers. You carefully brought your lips to rest around the tip, waiting to move until Kidd assumed his position behind you. He aligned himself at your entrance, initially moving with gentle thrusts as you adjusted to his size. You did what you could to take as much of Killer into your mouth as possible.

Killer was not fond of pushing your head and allowed you to pleasure him at your own pace. Kidd’s thrusts had become sharp and unrelenting, it was evident that he was not far from his own climax. Not that you were complaining, but Kidd was not as simple to pleasure at times. Killer was truly just happy to be there, he seemed to take all his pleasure from being any level of intimate with the two of you. It was a great dichotomy to have, the best of both worlds in your humble opinion.

Kidd’s thrusts became unrhythmic and Killer seemed to be holding himself back to wait for Kidd. If you could manage, you might’ve even giggled at the pair of them. They didn’t always engage in acts of intimacy alone, but this was one of those small moments that they shared together. This was a true connection between them and you as one unit, a three pointed set of soulmates.

“I love you, (Y/N).”, Killer muttered out as he met his own end, unable to hold back any longer.

The sudden admission from Killer combined with how you were working so hard to not spill him from your mouth summoned Kidd right over the edge. He was not as graceful with his own verbalization, uttering a string of curses as he collapsed against you. Killer readjusted his position to help you be more comfortable, reaching to fix the blanket over the three of you as best as he could manage.

“I can’t believe this.”, you deadpanned after a few moments.

“What?”, the two men asked in unison.

“Killer said he loves me and all you did was lay there.”, you teased Kidd relentlessly, “I don’t want cuddles from you anymore.”

You made a playful and feeble attempt to squirm out of his embrace, obviously putting up no real fight to get away from him.

“All I did was lay here?”, Kidd barked back, “I’m about to fuckin’ show you what laying here really looks like.”

“Yeah, I hear ya.”, you remarked, “Killer will protect me.”

“I will not.”, Killer teased back, “You’ve gotta fight your own battles at some point, (Y/N).”

“That’s it, I don’t want cuddles from either of you.”, you pouted and turned away from the two of them.

You smiled to yourself upon hearing Killer’s laughter in tandem to Kidd’s huffing and puffing. These moments meant everything you, it would always be the three of you against the world.

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[damned-punk]

Happy Birthday Captain (Kidd x Reader)

@gratefulcheeses Kidd Pirate’s Month 2025 🏴‍☠️

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Content Warning: nsfw, language

Content Description: it’s Kidd’s birthday and the night takes an intimate turn ♡

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It was that time of year again, Kidd’s birthday. You always worked so hard to ensure that he had a good day, never glossing over even the smallest of details on such an important date. He loved to party and the crew never missed a chance to let loose, the Victoria Punk would essentially turn into a dusk to dawn club with all the excessive booze and music included. The group festivities were taken care of, but you wanted to take things a step further this year.

While Kidd was preoccupied with drinks and gifts from friends, you went to work on setting up the cabin for some much more intimate activities. The night typically ended in some form of debauchery but you felt that there was a much needed change from old routine, the occasion called for extra flair. Kidd typically initiated and controlled the pace of how things unfolded and while you certainly had no complaints of his dominance, you were excited by the idea of urging him to lay back for once.

You readied a piece of rope to the headboard knowing that while it certainly would not be able to hold him down, it would add to the ambiance. You fluffed the pillows, arranged the blankets, and set out everything you thought you might need on the bedside table. You’d even changed into a little outfit that hugged your figure in all the right places, sure to have him feeling warm in no time at all. It was now time to wait, a purposeful part of the plan to have him find you all dolled up and waiting just for him. Opening the door would be like unwrapping a gift in and of itself.

Sure enough, not long after you’d finished your preparations, Kidd began to wonder where you’d gone. He asked his First Mate if he’d seen you and of course, the blonde shook his head in response. The cake had long since been passed and he couldn’t recall seeing you at all after you’d handed him a plate. Killer had a feeling that the Captain would be occupied for sometime once he found you, especially given that the sun had already disappeared beneath the waves crashing against the ship.

Kidd did a quick lap around the deck before talking long strides back to your shared cabin, he saw faint light glowing from beneath the door and swiftly pushed it open. He stiffened to a halt the second he laid his eyes on you, sitting on the corner of the bed kneading your chest while rubbing the cloth of your bottoms to ready yourself for him.

“Close the door, Captain.”, you said smoothly, your silky voice imploring his arousal.

This certainly was different, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be shy at times so this was an entirely new experience. He returned his gaze to you immediately after securing the door’s lock, somewhat unsure if he wanted to disturb such a beautiful sight. You stood to greet his much larger stature, taking his hand into your own and leading him to stand in front of the mattress. Carefully unlatching his belt buckles, you slid his bottoms off and hooked your fingers around his boxers in the process.

His cock was already hard, proudly standing between the two of you. As you dropped to your knees, his hand instinctively went to entangle in your hair. Placing soft kisses along the shaft from base to tip, you took your time before wrapping your lips around the head. He gasped and leant his head back which was rare, more often grunting or cursing in response to pleasure. You were working hard to take as much of him into your mouth as possible, his thickness making the job a bit harder. He rocked his hips slightly, fighting against the urge to fuck your pretty mouth while your half-lidded eyes glistened up at him.

You wrapped your hands around the back of his thighs and lightly pulled him toward yourself, giving him permission to move. His fist carefully gripped your hair, thrusting as gently as he could to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt you. You focused on your breathing, moving your head in tandem to provide as much friction as possible.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N)…”, Kidd moaned with his gaze fixated on the ministrations below him, “Such a good job.”

You could feel him throbbing, a victory in your mind as he was undeniably enjoying himself. He pulled away rather quickly, panting heavily with his face matching the hue of his hair.

“I’m close baby, I won’t last much longer.”, he admitted, nodding his head toward the bed, “Get your ass on the bed, please.”

You giggled at how disheveled he was. It was not like him to admit to being close so early, let alone for him to nearly start begging. You denied his request, pushing him to lay on his back while you straddled him. He helped you line yourself up against his cock, once again fighting the urge to buck his hips as you slowly descended along his length. You took him in fully, sitting with your knees across his thighs for a moment to adjust to the filling sensation.

His hand reached to grip at the plush of your sides, prompting you to lean down and capture his lips in your own. He planted a firm slap to your ass, this position was driving him insane. You took the opportunity to redirect his arm above his head, quickly and poorly tying the preplaced rope around his wrist as the urge to move was becoming too much with his member fully sheathed within you.

“A rope, huh?”, he laughed while eyeing you, “You must be proud of yourself with that shitty little knot.”

You lovingly rolled your eyes as a wordless response, reassuming your position upright against his lap. In one swift motion, you began bouncing yourself up and down at a steady speed. Kidd’s smartass comments immediately came to a halt as he uttered a series of curses while you repeatedly took him all the way down to the base of his shaft. You could already feel yourself fluttering around him, a strong feeling of ecstasy being shared between you. All of the preparatory work had built up so much anticipation that neither you nor Kidd would last for any extended time. He couldn’t fight the urge any longer, he snapped his hips up to meet your own as best he could.

“It’s so big Captain…”, you said to purposefully brush his ego, “Feels so good!”

“Fuck, I can’t (Y/N)…”, he moaned, his legs beginning to tighten.

You squeezed yourself around him as he bucked himself as deep as possible, cumming with his fist clenched and hair stuck to his sweaty face. You collapsed onto his chest immediately, breathing nearly as hard as he was. He easily slipped his wrist out of the rope, lazily smiling at all your efforts to make this night memorable. He rubbed your back whist the two of you rested in silence, taking as much time as needed to calm down from such rigorous fun. He gently removed himself from you after several moments, massaging any areas that he thought might be sore.

“Happy Birthday Kidd.”, you congratulated him once more, your voice sounding much more exhausted than you’d intended, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”, he kissed your forehead, grumbling a bit from the break in contact as you leant up to retrieve something from the night stand.

You handed him a small present that had been wrapped in black paper with a red bow. He unwrapped the gift and unceremoniously opened its box to reveal a thin golden chain. He immediately clasped it around his neck and while it did look good on him, you laughed at him for not inspecting it a bit closer.

“What’s so funny? I like it.”, he grumbled down at you.

“It has our initials on it.”, you shifted the chain around to show the small engraved letters on the clasp, “Silly ass.”

“Me? You’re the silly ass! How the fuck was I supposed to see them when they’re tiny as hell.”, he playfully argued, admiring such a sentimental gift.

“Whatever…”, you huffed as a response, “I hope you like it.”

“I like it a lot, thank you (Y/N).”, he squeezed you against him, keeping you close as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

The night had gone even better than you could’ve anticipated. It would always be a gift to end the night with him like this.

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[damned-punk]

Setting Sail (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

@gratefulcheeses Kidd Pirate’s Month 2025 🏴‍☠️

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Content Warning: death, mourning, language

Content Description: you pick up the pieces with Kidd and Killer following the loss of Victoria

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You’d arranged to meet with your three best friends for lunch as usual. Kidd, Killer, and Victoria sat around the table awaiting your arrival, each impatiently holding themselves off from devouring the food that they’d brought. You could hear their bickering before you could even reach the door, Kidd and Killer’s laughter undoubtedly being directed at Victoria. She’d always been a messy eater and today wasn’t any different, both her face and shirt were covered in the brown sauce of her noodles.

“I’m pretty sure the food is supposed to go in your mouth.”, Kidd teased, Victoria’s face red from embarrassment.

“Fuck you, Eustass.”, she cursed, slinging a stray noodle at him.

“I would give you another shirt to wear, but I’m sure you’d ruin it too.”, Killer prodded further, her frustration surmounting.

You were just about to join in when she reached over and slapped the two of them across the face. She was beyond pissed as there had been quite a lot of teasing lately and despite her comments in passing that they needed to watch it, they just wouldn’t stop. A part of her knew that they were just kidding but the rage that all of their comments had built up within her had finally bubbled over. She left her mess on the table, brushing against your shoulder as she ran out the door with tears in her eyes.

“Assholes.”, you scolded them, “What was that all about?”

“Shut up and sit down, I’m not in the mood.”, Kidd huffed with his arms crossed.

You could tell that her outburst had upset them. The four of you picked on each other ruthlessly but it was always in good fun. You wondered if something else was going on, it wasn’t uncommon for one of you to need time cooling down but to leave in tears was another thing entirely. It wasn’t safe to go out alone, she knew that. Kidd and Killer’s reputation on the island was the only thing that spared the two of you and even then, it all depended on the political climate.

Kidd had moved up rather quickly, Killer along with him, but you tended to stay out of those things. You’d always support your friends as you trusted their judgement when things got serious, but this was all supposed to be temporary. You didn’t see a point in involving yourself in something just because Kidd was the boss. You already had to put up with his loud mouth, you certainly didn’t need to give him another excuse to mouth off.

“I should go talk to her.”, you said after thinking things over for a few minutes, “Maybe I can convince her to come back.”

“Don’t convince her, let her come back on her own.”, Killer retorted, his blonde bangs hiding his expression from view.

“I don’t care what you do, she’s too soft.”, Kidd barked in annoyance.

“You and I both know that you don’t mean that.”, he rolled his eyes but didn’t protest which was all the confirmation you needed.

It took a while to find her, but she eventually showed up at the tiny shack that the two of you shared to sleep in. She looked exhausted, her eyes red and puffy.

“You okay?”, you asked softly in an attempt to start the conversation.

“I’m done.”, she asserted, “I’m over it, I’m over them, and I’m done.”

“Victoria-“, you started but she cut you off almost immediately.

“(Y/N), you can’t honestly stand there and tell me that you want to keep living like this.”, she continued on, “I care about them and I want all of us to get out of here one day, but I can’t keep up anymore. Not like this.”

“What are you saying? They were just fucking around, you and I know better than anyone that they didn’t mean it.”, you tried to level with her.

She flickered her teary gaze between your eyes and took off out the door into the hellscape that was the South Blue. Days went by and neither you, Kidd, nor Killer had heard anything from her. You sat awake at night, waiting on her to bust through the door but she never did. It had finally come down to the point that there was nothing left to eat or drink in the shack at all, you had no choice but to scrape up some money and venture to the market. You picked out some of Victoria’s favorite foods, making sure to grab the noodles that she always liked for when she returned.

“Take my advice kid…”, the cashier spoke as he bagged up your groceries, “I know you come here alone a lot, but I think you should start bringing someone with you. They found a little girl about your age beaten to death down by the coast, it was horrible.”

“What did she look like? Did they know her name?”, you asked quickly, your heart beating out of your chest.

“She had freckles and short hair, I think they said something like Vicky or maybe Victoria.”, he handed you the grocery bags, “Officials are speculating gang violence, it’s disgusting.”

You silently walked down the street, your entire body feeling numb. Going back to the only two people you had left in this world, you trekked to Kidd and Killer’s hideout only to find it empty. You knew exactly where they were and what they were doing. It took days for them to find everyone but each rumor you heard was as gruesome as you’d expected. You sat alone for nights on end, your face constantly drenched in tears and sweat. At this point, all the rage and anger had passed leaving only mourning in their wake.

Kidd and Killer eventually did return and they’d brought a whole group of people back with them, but it didn’t feel right. A piece had been clipped from the three of you, everything felt incomplete. As soon as your eyes landed on them, you couldn’t control your sobs. Their hands were cut up, their bodies bruised. They’d taken care of everyone who had anything to do with what happened to her. The whole thing was so fucked up and you could only hope that the guilt wouldn’t consume them.

It somewhat surprised you to see how much of a leader Kidd had turned out to be. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in him, you just didn’t expect it to happen so early. He and Killer had taken the reigns of the entire underworld in the South Blue and decimated anyone who stood in their way. It was as equally impressive as it was terrifying. They’d gained reputations for behaving like wild dogs, the talk being that they ripped Victoria’s killer and his crew limb from limb.

“There’s nothing left for us here.”, Kidd said out of the blue one day, the two of you sat on the sand and watching waves crash against the shore.

You glanced over at him, studying his face and how his amber eyes reflected the lingering rays of sunlight on the horizon.

“I’ve decided we’re going to sea, got a ship lined up and everything.”, he explained with a serious expression, “You better get ready to start calling me Captain if you’re coming.”

You flicked his ear, a small smile cracking across his intense features. He bumped you with his shoulder, prompting you to lean against him. You had a love/hate relationship with the South Blue. There were no opportunities and your life had its fair share of hardship, but it was still the place that you had been born. It was the place that Victoria was buried, going with him felt like leaving it all behind. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing, you knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t want you to dwell on the loss. She’d undoubtedly tell you to take any chance to get off that island, Kidd and Killer being no exception despite what had happened.

“Have you named the ship yet?”, you asked after thinking for a few moments.

“No.”, he answered, glancing down at you, “Did you have something in mind?”

“How about the Victoria Punk?”, you suggested, his entire body stiffening.

He was silent and when you finally heard him sniffle, your own tears welled in tandem. You squeezed his hand, you hadn’t witnessed him be vulnerable like this before.

“I like it.”, he said after several minutes, “Captain Kidd of the Victoria Punk.”

“You’re such a dork.”, you teased, giving another playful shove to his arm to lighten the mood.

Maybe things would work out in the end. In this moment, only time would tell.

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[damned-punk]

Does it take good looks for them to fall in love? 🙄👀

I don’t think any of the Kidd Pirates would favor anyone for their looks alone. It would be naive to say that they only notice personality, but I’d say it’s less emphasis on the subjectivity of good looks and more the concept of looking the part. The entire crew draws heavy inspiration from punk and goth ideals and aesthetics which I think would be of no exception to someone who catches their attention.

Taking inference from Kidd and Killer’s shared interest in Victoria, they’re more likely to be drawn to strong personalities. I genuinely don’t think they’d give a fuck as to what their partner looks like. Conventionality doesn’t suit them and if anything, I could see them leaning toward unconventional traits as one more act of rebellion. This doesn’t mean that they can’t appreciate an attractive person, but it wouldn’t ever amount to anything from those superficial feelings. I also feel that their relationships would be entirely spontaneous. If it happens, it happens and that’s that. 🏴‍☠️

[damned-punk]

I’ve been going through a lot with my self esteem and how I view my body lately. I would love something with Kid enjoying an afab reader who’s plus size. Thank you!

Satisfied (Kidd x Reader)

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Content Warning: self esteem issues, suggestive language

Content Description: you’re having complex feelings about yourself and all Kidd wants is for you to see yourself the way he sees you ♡

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It had been one of those days where everything just felt off. From the feeling of fabric against your figure from outfits that you once loved to the rays of sun shining against your skin, it was all wrong. You wanted to fall away into yourself, to disappear or shrink to some standard that was anything other than what you were now. It made you ponder why your partner would want you when you didn’t even want yourself, it was exhausting. You’d avoided Kidd for nearly the entire day, occupying yourself with random tasks around the ship and engaging with as little of your crewmates as you could manage.

Most of them brushed your behavior off as symptoms of sleep deprivation or simply being too preoccupied in what you were doing to chat, but your close friends knew that you were bothered. Killer could immediately sense that something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t place exactly what was up. He hadn’t heard any yelling, crashing, or cursing so he quickly ruled out an argument with the Captain. He was at a loss for what else could possibly be plaguing you. Killer lingered next to you for a while, making himself appear busy while studying your expressions and body language.

“I’m thinking I might make shrimp scampi for dinner tonight, does that sound good (Y/N)?”, he asked nonchalantly, prompting some semblance of a conversation to break your silence.

“I’m good with that, whatever you guys want.”, you replied without looking at him, continuing to straighten up the room.

You took your leave shortly after, Killer was unsatisfied with your answer but it was obvious you weren’t ready to talk. A part of him wanted to pry but he resolved that it might be better to turn to Kidd for answers. He located the Captain, sweaty and leant over a contraption in his workshop, and questioned him on how your morning had went.

“I was up before (Y/N) and by the time I was out of the shower, she was gone.”, Kidd asserted, somewhat perplexed as to what had prompted the question.

“You haven’t seen her after that?”, Killer asked again.

“Alright, what the fuck is going on?”, Kidd retorted, unsure of what Killer was getting at.

“I don’t know, but I think you should go talk to her.”, Killer patted Kidd’s shoulder, “She’s been out of it all day. Not talking to anyone and keeping herself tucked away, something’s up.”

The two men stood and thought for a second. Kidd went through yesterday’s events and even considered that he might’ve missed an important date but neither of them could come up with any feasible reasoning. If you’d gotten into it with a crewmate, they’d surely already know by now. There had been no change in bounties that they were aware of and you hadn’t mentioned wanting or needing anything that they couldn’t provide.

Kidd wiped his face and washed the grease from his hands, it’d gotten warm in his workshop so he’d long since abandoned his shirt. He figured you might like that, a trade of vulnerability or whatever when he cornered you to talk. Killer wanted to supervise, partly to ensure that you were okay but also to prevent Kidd from making things worse. You’d returned to the cabin you shared with Kidd after the short conversation with Killer, cleaning up after Kidd who could sometimes be messy.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror hanging from the bathroom door, the figure in front of you looking unfamiliar. You adjusted your clothes and tried to level with how others may see you, but your thoughts remained unsavory. Spiraling from feeling disconnected to your own body, you considered the possibility that your time with Kidd was limited. What would you become after? Tears brimmed at your waterline, how could you expect Kidd to want to be with you when you couldn’t even want to be with yourself?

The door suddenly swung open and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Kidd eyed you and made his way to the bed, sitting on the corner and patting the space beside him. You hesitantly joined him, purposefully pushing the bathroom door open so that the mirror wouldn’t face the two of you. He put his hand on your knee, gently squeezing and kneading the soft skin.

“What’s up babe?”, Kidd asked, lightly bumping your shoulder with his own.

He was having a hard time concentrating as the shirt you were wearing showcased your breasts, a little too nicely in his humble opinion. You noticed and huffed a laugh at him, maybe this was enough for him. Maybe you were enough for him. Surely he wouldn’t go through the trouble of all this if he were unhappy.

“Seriously, what’s on your mind? You’ve been quiet today.”, he asked again, this time forcing himself to focus.

“Nothing much.”, you replied, averting direct eye contact, “What’ve you been up to today?”

“You in front of that mirror didn’t look like nothing.”, he ignored your question, your content expression faltering, “Your eyes are all watery and shit.”

“I’m fine, Kidd.”, you refuted his concerns, a futile attempt to calm him down.

“Talk to me (Y/N), I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t give a fuck.”, he pressed you further.

You considered your options, weighing the pros and cons of divulging your innermost insecurities to him. You’d always been open with him about things that mattered, but this was a different kind of vulnerability. This was self-hatred, something that you worried he’d view as weakness. This was not something circumstantial that would blow over in time, this was a part of you as a person.

“I’ve had a hard time with myself today.”, you began to explain, “I look at myself and don’t recognize what I see… or maybe it’s more that I don’t like what I see. I was thinking about you and what you see in me.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Kidd was bewildered, unsure of what to say. He wanted you, every part of you. You fit into his life seamlessly, everything about you complimented everything about him. He needed to articulate that to you and not just convince you to move on. He wished you could see what you are from his perspective.

“I see a strong, beautiful, kick-ass person. You know shit that I couldn’t even hope to think of, always knowing what to say and how to unfuck the most fucked up situations.”, he said with an unusual tenderness in his voice, “I love you, I want you, and I need you.”

Your chest tightened and the tears returned, you looked up at him to see such a warm expression. Despite his roughness, Kidd was an amazing partner. He was always attentive to your needs and undoubtedly put forth so much effort into keeping you satisfied within your relationship. You felt so guilty for dropping all of this onto him, it was unfair for him to have to share this burden with you.

“I’m sorry, I love you too Kidd.”, you squeezed the hand that rested on your knee and attempted to stand, sinking right back down into the bed when he wrapped his arm around you.

He crashed his lips onto your own, passionately sucking and nipping as a way to materialize his feelings. His hand rested against your back, rubbing and massaging as an added layer of security. He trailed his kisses across your jaw, planting one final peck against your forehead. He flopped back against the bed, taking you with him and holding your head against his chest. He let his fingers wander, playing with stray pieces of hair that framed your face and enjoying the tranquility of lying with his person. He didn’t give a fuck what you thought was wrong with yourself, he was just happy that you’d given him a chance to be with someone like you.

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[damned-punk]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love 🩷

Top 5 Personal Favorites

♡ Bath Time (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

gn!reader stumbles upon Kidd and Killer taking a bath ♡

♡ Depraved (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

Killer requests the help of the reader but the situation isn’t what it seems ♡

♡ Situations (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

gn!reader is in an implied poly relationship with Kidd & Killer who are feeling clingy ♡

♡ The Show (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

f!reader overhears a rather vague conversation between her partners and finds herself in an interesting position later in the evening ♡

♡ What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

[damned-punk]

A Laugh to Love (Killer x Reader)

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Content Warning: kissing, language, mention of self hatred

Content Description: Killer wrestles with his feelings for you amongst other things ♡

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It had been a hell of a day, one where Kidd’s hotheadedness caused a riot to break out on the island of which you’d docked for supplies. Never a dull moment, but never a second of peace. Every disembarked crew member haphazardly grabbed whatever supplies were within their reach and made a sprint back to the Victoria Punk. Among them was Killer who hauled an impossibly heavy load at an impressive pace. They’d typically let themselves loose in the midst of chaos but time wasn’t boundless for this excursion on account of the log pose attempting to reset its course.

You’d been assigned guard duty for the ship which ultimately turned into ushering on and aiding your crewmates with their respective loot. As Killer stepped up, you relieved crate after crate from his straining arms. It was hard to ignore the tone of his muscles beneath the newly formed layer of sweat that left his tanned his glistening beneath the light of day. Unbeknownst to you on account of his mask, he had caught your eyes staring into his flesh which flustered him greatly. An uncontrollable bout of laughter erupted from him as his emotions built, a painful memory of the smile fruit incident but also the depths at which he loathed himself.

You’d never understand why and despite every encouraging word you could muster, he removed himself from the deck and away from everyone else. It could’ve been a mixture of exhaustion on top of the responsibility of ensuring the crew’s safety, something about your exchange really got to him. There’s no way you’d know, he’d only ever discussed it with Kidd, but Killer had developed feelings for you that had only intensified over your time with them. Everything felt so normal with you, comfortable, familiar, yet damned after Wano. Everyone knew that there was pre and post Wano Killer, it was this unspoken understanding amongst the crew that he needed support but at his own pace and with no questions asked. That was reserved for he and Kidd alone.

You tried to free your thoughts of worry, even opting to offer your assistance with dinner, but the door to the kitchen was locked. You debated knocking, not sure what the etiquette would be in this instance. You had your own feelings for Killer which further complicated the matter, the line between affection and platonic concern was far too blurred. As you stood trying to make a decision, the door swung open rather violently by the Captain who munching on something.

“What the fuck are you doing out here?”, he asked nonchalantly, using his typical colorful vocabulary.

“What the fuck are you doing in there?”, you retorted, giving his banter right back.

He rolled his eyes and kept eating, far too occupied with quelling his hunger than engaging an argument with you. You glanced behind him and could see that Killer was busy at work inside, it was obvious that he and Kidd had been chatting. You wished you could’ve been a fly on the wall for that conversation. You wanted to be closer to him but it never felt like the right time or place.

“Quit being weird and go talk to him. He doesn’t bite.”, Kidd broke the silence, brushing past you and on to his workroom, “You two wear me the fuck out.”

Your face heated up at his words, desperately hoping Killer hadn’t heard them. The Captain had a way of being so blunt and while it could be a great quality at times, it was so nerve wracking in moments like these. You approached the first mate and reveled in the scent of fresh pasta on the cooktop. He was talented in so many ways, his tenacity in the kitchen being at the top of the list.

“Hey Kill, do you need any help?”, you asked after a moment.

“Not right this second.”, he replied without turning to face you, “You could grab the bread if you want.”

You made your way to the pantry, collecting three different types of bread as you weren’t sure which he’d prefer. You sat them on the counter and waited for him to turn and face you. His shoulders shook slightly and you could hear a bit of stifling laughter from beneath his mask.

“I grabbed one of each, I wasn’t sure which you’d prefer.”, you smiled up at him, catching the slightest glimpse of his blue eyes as a ray of sunlight reflected onto his face from the window.

He cackled incredibly loudly, the tenor and pitch of his voice causing you to flinch a bit. You forced yourself to make a quick recovery, knowing all too well that his reaction was painfully involuntary. He gripped the edge of the counter, white-knuckling the polished wood. He leant his head downward as his chest heaved, it was obvious that he was holding his breath as a way to stop the laughter. You reached across and placed a hand over his own, a silent way of letting him know that you were there for him.

“I’m sorry.”, he stated quickly, still slightly giggling, “I’m not laughing at you. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t apologize, I know… it’s alright.”, your words of affirmation struck something within him, another fit of laughter escaping his lips.

“I hate this shit, (Y/N).”, he said after several moments, “I don’t regret what I did, I just… I don’t know…”

Upon feeling him intertwine your fingers, you stepped closer and enveloped him in a hug. He squeezed you and settled his head against your shoulder. You rubbed mindless patterns into his back, soothing him in every way you could. It was unclear how long the two of you stood like this, the scent of something burning being the thing to end your little moment.

“You know, I love your laugh.”, you complimented him as he addressed the overheated oven, “It’s so unique and can’t be mistaken for anyone else. Every time I hear it, I feel better knowing that you’re around.”

“You don’t have to say that.”, he offered as a polite rebuttal, his heart melting at your words but still unwavering against the conviction of lacking self worth.

“I know I don’t, I’m not just saying it. I don’t think you realize how much you mean to all of us.”, you stood firm on your words.

He went through his routine of turning off every burner and transferring the pots and pans of food onto the counter to be served. He turned away from you once again, this time unclipping and removing his mask in the process. You froze in place, not yet having the privilege of seeing his entire bare face. He mustered his own courage and turned toward you after settling his resolve. Your eyes danced along his features, he was incredibly attractive and all the talk of his terrible self esteem somehow made even less sense than before. Killer was undeniably the entire package, a force to be reckoned with and graced with features like those witnessed on sculptures. To hide it all beneath a mask was devastating, you wanted to see him like this from every point moving forward. Your expression gave away the thoughts occurring in your head, Killer wordlessly gripping your chin and planting his painted lips onto your own.

“Thank you.”, Killer said quietly, resting his forehead against yours.

“No, thank you for trusting me with this.”, you replied, gripping his arms for support as the closeness had left you feeling a bit weightless.

“Oh, thank fuck. Can we eat now or what?”, Kidd bellowed from behind the tiny port window in the door.

“I’m gonna beat his ass.”, you stated as Killer pulled away to return the mask to his face, shaking his head knowingly at the bickering that would inevitably ensue.

“What was that?”, Kidd yelled while jiggling the still-locked door handle.

“Good luck with that.”, Killer chuckled a bit, this time letting himself enjoy the moment with no barriers.

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[damned-punk]

May I request something with Stalker Kid? Maybe nsfw or fluff or both?

Always Watching (Kidd x Reader)

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Content Warning: nsfw, stalker!kidd, unhealthy attachments, dubious consent

Content Description: Kidd can’t help himself and decides he needs to see you at any cost ♡

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It was one of the hottest days of the year, the sun glowed mercilessly in the sky and offered very little comfort to the beings below. You wanted nothing more than to cool down in the welcoming waters of the pool but the sweltering air prompted you to check the garden, unable to ignore the barren soil holding the prettiest flowers you’d been nursing the entire season. Sweat dripped unceremoniously from your face, evaporating on the stones beneath your feet as you carried the garden’s hose from plant to plant. Your well intentioned efforts had left your own body quite warm and in need of relief, ultimately leading to your clothes on the deck and your naked self finally beneath the cool blue water.

Stress melted away as you swam several laps in an indistinct pattern, happy to have the evening to yourself. After several moments, a strange noise emanated from the tree line. It sounded like a mixture of sticks breaking and leaves rustling, almost as though someone had walked toward the front of the house. You kept swimming for a while longer but the feeling of being watched surmounted to an uncomfortable degree. Nothing could be seen from your current position in the water, neither an animal nor human in sight. You cursed your solidarity, pulling your towel into the water to cover yourself and quickly making your way inside to quell your unease.

Nothing appeared out of place, but there was something undeniably off about the state of the house. You instinctively locked the door behind you, securing it with the deadbolt and ensuring that the back door was fitted with the same precautions. Just as a sense of peace began replacing your initial worries, two strong arms wrapped around your torso from behind. Thrashing in the intruders embrace, you began to claw at his forearms only to injure yourself upon finding that one of the arms was a metal prosthetic. Something about the man seemed familiar, you recognized the scent of his cologne and you were sure you knew the scars on his right arm from somewhere.

He tossed you onto the couch and when your eyes met his face, your blood ran cold. The tousled red hair, impossibly tall stature, severed left arm, and stern amber eyes belonged to the mechanic who’d worked on your car only a few weeks ago. It felt like he’d flirted with you but when he left his number on your receipt and urged you to call him if anything else came up, you thought he was only referring to services he’d applied to the car. He was certainly attractive and seemed nice enough, even if just a little bit rough, but this was something else entirely.

“Relax (Y/N), I’m not gonna hurt you.”, he paced in front of you, studying your face as your eyes watered ever so slightly.

“Kidd? What’s going on?”, you questioned him in an attempt to seem unfazed, your deep frown and furrowed brows giving away the level of fear you were experiencing.

“It’s good to know that you remember me.”, he smiled slightly upon hearing his name from your mouth, “That was some show out there. Did you do all that, all this for me?”

Kidd motioned to the towel around your body and your face lit ablaze at the realization that it was him who’d been watching you. A barrage of conflicting feelings clouded your judgment. You should be doing everything in your power to get away from him but admittedly, there was a sense of reluctance when you considered denying his advances. Rubbing your hands over your face, you looked away from him as you struggled to get a grip on the reality of the situation. Everything about your reaction perplexed Kidd. He hadn’t initially intended to enter your home but when you’d hurriedly made your way out of the water, he acted on his desires against his greater judgement.

“So… Why are you here?”, you forced yourself to speak, wanting any clarity to put an abrupt end to your anxieties.

“Isn’t it obvious?”, he retorted with a stern tone, “I’m here for you, (Y/N)… I didn’t intend to reintroduce myself like this, but one thing led to another.”

You sat for a moment, replaying his words several times over while trying to find the motivation to fight back against the yearning feeling in your stomach. This was not okay by any standard, but it was intriguing nonetheless. Perhaps you were just as disillusioned as Kidd, longing for something more with every passing second but having no healthy place for your attention to rest. He looked so perfect standing in your living room, his large frame outlined by the golden rays of the setting sun infiltrating the barrier of your windows. His hair looked like fire in the light, enticing your fingers to reach out and play with the soft tufts that framed his face. He watched your eyes rake over his features, the situation was beginning to look like one of the best decisions he’d ever made.

You stood before him, a newfound confidence replacing any lingering ribbons of fear as you locked eyes. He stepped close enough that your bodies rested against one another, extending his good hand to meet the plush of your hip. Your hands rested over his chest, your head falling back as though the action was commonplace between the two of you. He slowly landed his lips on your own, quickly working his way up to sucking your bottom lip for entrance. You stumbled backward from the dizzying sensation of intimacy, Kidd taking the opportunity to walk you toward the open door of your bedroom.

“Wait.”, you broke the kiss and pushed yourself away from him in a momentary expression of clarity, “This is so fucked up.”

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do.”, Kidd reiterated while taking a step back to give you space, “I just wanted to see you again... I needed to see you again.”

You sat on the edge of the bed, carefully slipping an oversized sleep shirt over your head as to retain what little bits of your dignity remained. Kidd’s eyes seemed to be fixed on the hemline that rested over the plush of your thighs. The two of you sat in an awkward silence for several moments, neither of you moving or speaking in lieu of making irreparable damage. Kidd was the one to finally break the stalemate, startling you by kneeling on the floor at your feet. He rested his large palms on your knees, using his good hand to draw mindless patterns on the exposed skin as a way to comfort you.

His fingers slowly inched beneath the fabric, reinvigorating the desire he’d pent up within you only minutes before. This time, you ignored your better inclinations and allowed him to slip the shirt up to your hips. He placed a few mindless kisses to your knees, intentionally taking things slow to give you an opportunity to escape. The two of you locked eyes, a recognition of want and need shared between the intense expressions on your faces. Kidd cupped the back of your knees in his hands, spreading your legs and licking his lips.

He wasted no time peppering kisses across your folds, partly to tease you and to savor finally having the opportunity to taste you. It wasn’t his intention to overwhelm you, but your image wouldn’t leave his deviant thoughts. Kidd ran his tongue in a long strip along your slit, wrapping his lips around your bud and suckling gently. Your head tumbled back against the pillows, fingers gripping the blanket for support against the wonderfully new sensations he was providing you.

Kidd hadn’t ever quite felt this way, he knew this was something different and somehow more permanent. It wasn’t just an act of gratification, he reveled in the thought of knowing it was his name mewling from your lips in this moment of euphoria. It was his job, his duty, to make you feel as exhilarated as he had watching you in the pool. He lifted a finger to massage your entrance, the arousal helping to mitigate any discomfort at the change in contact. He’d never forget the sounds you made, just watching you receive pleasure was the only reciprocation he needed.

Fluttering around his finger and pressed against his lips, you climaxed rather quickly which was both a feat and disappointment. His heart swelled with how your half-lidded eyes gazed down at him, your body exhausted from the intense exchanges of emotion experienced throughout the evening. It took several moments before you could formulate words, your body weightless after being serviced so thoroughly.

“Will you…hold me…”, you asked quietly, embarrassed but desperately wanting to be encapsulated in his warmth.

He obliged, crawling into the bed behind you and cradling your back against his front. Your size difference was exacerbated, Kidd felt like an immovable brick wall that had been facing the sun on a fiery summer afternoon. Being so close to him in this instance felt nice, even natural considering the circumstances. This was somehow more intimate than his efforts to pleasure you.

“Sorry for scaring you earlier…”, his gruff voice spoke against your ear, “I really was just going to knock on the door but… things happened.”

“Mhm.”, you hummed in response, amused by his apology, “How did you find my address?”

“The front desk logs everyone’s information when they come in for their appointments.”, he answered honestly, giving you a light squeeze.

“I’m not sure whether to be flattered or frightened.”, you giggled a bit at his response, “In all seriousness, we should probably have a talk about all of this at some point.”

“Not right now.”, he retorted, burying his face in your neck, “But we will, I promise.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be such a softie.”, you joked, lightly squeezing his arm in return.

“I am not a damn softie.”, he pouted, leveraging his head to get a better look at your face.

“You could’ve fooled me.”, you continued the banter, laughing as he huffed in playful annoyance.

This certainly wasn’t the route you thought your night would take, but Kidd’s intrusion had become surprisingly welcome. Little did you know that this wasn’t his first time watching you at home, the car trouble that seemingly came out of nowhere was far from a fluke. It was all part of a very well orchestrated plan to bring the two of you closer.

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[damned-punk]

No Surprises (Kidd x Reader)

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Content Warning: kissing, fluff

Content Description: Kidd overhears gn!reader discussing something that they want and he decides to make it for them himself ♡

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The sun sat low on the horizon as you lounged on the deck with your crewmates after dinner. It was the first day back at sea after being ported for a week as the log pose took its time to realign, a fact that left you yearning for a little more time on the island. You’d come across the prettiest waist belt with a snake as the center pendant, golden with glittering eyes. You’d had your hands full with ship supplies and decided that personal shopping could wait until the evening, a well intentioned action that resulted in the belt being purchased while you were away.

“It’s eyes were emerald and the scales were carved perfectly.”, you pouted to Bubblegum and House, “I should’ve just stopped when I saw it the first time.”

“That fuckin’ sucks though… Maybe you’ll find something similar on another island?”, Bubblegum offered as a solution.

“I doubt it.”, you huffed, “Judging by everything else at the booth, I think the owner made the pieces himself so it’s unlikely that another would be floating around somewhere.”

“It sounds to me like you need to find someone to commission.”, House retorted in response to your defeat.

There was only one person that you could think of that had the ability to craft something of that nature, but there was no way he’d waste his time making something so useless. You could almost hear him denying your request, a hurl of halfhearted insults to indicate how much of a bother it would be. Although, despite the conversation only consisting of a party of three, another person had been listening in on your dismay and resolved that he could replicate the accessory with a sense of craftsmanship that would dull that of the booth’s owner. He carried himself to his workbench, red hair falling across his forehead unceremoniously as he brought his goggles to rest over his eyes.

Kidd’s feelings for you had been shifting, deepening as each day passed into the next. What had started as an initial impression of interest had taken full captivation of his heart, bending his iron will to fit in the palm of your hand. He’d wanted to tell you for a while now, he just didn’t know how. He was your Captain and while it would never be his intention, he couldn’t ignore the glaringly obvious power imbalance that would loom over you and he didn’t want a change in your relationship to cause a change in crew dynamics. Too many factors relating to your happiness were at stake and it was paralyzing for him.

It was the reason he stayed pent up in his workshop the entire night, perfecting a golden snake that he hoped to see resting around your waist. It was a visualization that lead his thoughts astray, a break in focus that he had to quickly reel himself in from. Link after link, scale after scale, he fixed and polished components of the belt in a way that he hoped you’d like. Kidd rummaged through several piles of loot he’d amassed through his time at sea, spreading out what seemed to be an endless selection of precious gems to fit for the eyes. He settled on two matching rubies, an unintended homage to himself and as equally befitting of the warm-toned metal as the emeralds he’d noted from your description.

As he sat with the dainty accessory in his hands, a feeling akin to embarrassment spread through his chest. Despite having no good reason, he felt like a fool for making a gift for someone based on a conversation he hadn’t even had with them. Moreover, he wasn’t even sure you’d be enthusiastic about his creation and certainly didn’t want to be at the other end of your disappointment. He tucked the belt away into his palm and stepped out onto the deck to take in some fresh air, the sun just beginning to break across the morning sky. He wasn’t in the right headspace to present you with the belt himself and he sure as hell couldn’t get caught leaving it at your door. He had to act and quickly, it wouldn’t be long before Killer would start breakfast and the ship would reanimate after a rather quiet night.

Kidd approached the door of your cabin and carefully looped the chain of the belt around your door handle. He made his way to his own cabin, showering and lying down to rest even if just for a little while. You woke not long after exhaustion consumed the Captain, going about your own morning routine and eventually making your way to the door. As you pushed it open and crossed the threshold toward the deck, you heard a clanking noise rattle against the wood. Much to your shock and delight, you were met with a gift that you hadn’t expected in the slightest. It was different from the original belt, but better in every way.

You were dumbfounded on how it’d come to find you, especially considering neither Bubblegum nor House possessed the necessary skills to forge something so intricate. Trying on the accessory and finding that it shaped your waist perfectly, you immediately sought out your friends. House was the one to mention commissioning someone to make it but when you pressed her about it, she swore she had no idea where it had come from. Grilling Bubblegum for information also lead to a dead end, but things took a turn when Killer interjected on your interrogation.

“It was left on your door handle?”, he asked for confirmation.

“Yes and I only talked to two people about it yesterday.”, you reiterated, “No one else was on the deck at the time so it’s not making any sense.”

Killer thought back on the night before, reminiscing on the light beneath the door of Kidd’s workshop and the hum of music that seeped from its walls so late into the evening. He’d chalked his behavior up to Kidd’s usual tinkering inclinations, everything clicking for him in that moment.

“I don’t think it was just the three of you on the deck last night… I think this would be a lot less confusing if you asked the Captain about it.”, he suggested, the smile hidden beneath his mask coming forth through his tone.

“Wait.”, the thought of Kidd crafting the belt for you caused your face to brighten, “Do you really think that-… There’s no way.”

“He was up pretty late… I reorganized part of the pantry last night and he was still locked in his workshop when I went to bed.”, Killer nudged you with his elbow, “Go ask him about it and I think you’ll get your answer.”

You reluctantly took Killer’s advice, a feeling of shyness threatening to overtake your usually solid composure. Lifting your hand and leaving three knocks on Kidd’s cabin door, your nerves surmounted as you listened to his heavy footsteps trailing directly toward you. The door swung open to reveal his typical stern expression, features of lingering sleepiness presented as his hair was tousled and he was shirtless. He leant against the door frame, the already noticeable size difference between the two of you becoming exacerbated.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?”, you gestured to the belt, still neatly locked in it’s place around your abdomen.

“Why the hell would I know anything about a belt?”, he asked gruffly, averting his gaze which only served to prove Killer’s theory.

“No one else could’ve made this belt, Kidd.”, you grinned up at him, your smile widening as his face glowed a similar shade to his hair.

“There’s no surprises with you, huh?”, he asked, his tone coming across as a bit pouty.

The gesture was so sweet and you just couldn’t help but attempt to wrap your arms around him for a hug. He stood stiff as a brick for a moment, just barely letting himself relax enough to pat your back while a chorus of appreciative compliments crossed your lips. As you spoke, he caught himself staring at them. Much softer than his own and taunting, it was almost like you were asking him to ravage you. These impulsive thoughts had been occurring for a while now, always forcing himself to ignore them.

“Are you even listening to me?”, you giggled at his distant expression, recognizing that he was obviously lost in thought.

He made eye contact with you and gripped your chin in his hand. It wasn’t forceful, but reminiscent of his possessive streak. He leant down and captured your lips with his own, your hands making their way to rest on his chest for support. Without breaking contact, Kidd pulled you into his cabin and kicked the door shut. Following several heated moments, he broke for air and rested his forehead against your own.

“You could’ve just given it to me yourself, weirdo.”, you teased him.

“Watch it.”, he landed a playful tap on your bottom.

The pair of you pestered one another for the rest of the evening, an amusing dynamic that would certainly carry throughout your impending relationship.

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