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Please a Hc with Zoro, Kid and Law: how do they react when having a premature ejaculation? 💧💧💧💧🌊

i swear you are a mind reader sometimes because i've been thinking about this with law so you gave me the perfect excuse to write it

when they cum too soon (nsfw)

ft. zoro, kid, law

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cw: creampie (w/law and zoro), implied virgin law, established relationship, degradation (w/kid only), brat taming (w/kid only)

tagging: @willowbelle @queenmimi2817 @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @eelnoise @wrennyx @atanukileaf @zorolux

zoro

"dammit—" zoro hisses, inhaling sharply as he feels himself spill into you. he hadn't meant to cum so soon and was used to lasting a lot longer, but he was so pent up after weeks of not seeing you while you were off saving the stupid cook that he finds himself cumming nearly as soon as he sheathes himself inside of you.

"'s alright—" you start to say, but he cuts you off, his voice laced with annoyance and irritation.

"it's not alright. i should have more self control than that." he sighs, jaw clenched as he stares down at you; he had wanted to make this special for you, especially after you and brook had walked in on hiyori sleeping on top of him. this was the time for zoro to prove his devotion to you, and in his eyes he had failed by losing his head so quickly instead of focusing on making you feel good.

"just keep going, zoro." you urge him with pleading eyes. he's so weak for that look in your eyes—the one that had gotten him into this situation in the first place. and so he does, dragging his second orgasm out for as long as he possibly can, making sure you're completely spent and drooling from both your mouth and your pussy before he allows himself to cum again.

kid

"god, what the fuck is wrong with you, making me cum so damn fast?" kid snarls, words broken up by gasps as he catches his breath. your skin is already covered in a rainbow of colors—red from his lipstick, purple and yellow from hickeys both new and old, and white from the ropes of cum he just painted your stomach with—but he can't help but wish he could've held out a bit longer, especially given how much he had talked himself up earlier.

undeterred by his frustration, you let out an amused huff. "you can always just fuck me again, y'know." you say, lips curled into a smug smirk as you watch him run his hands through his now drooping scarlet hair.

"of course i'm gonna fuck you again. maybe it'll finally shut up that bratty mouth of yours." he snaps, face turning as red as his hair; already half-hard, slamming his cock into your drooling pussy with no warning is all he needs to get himself back to full mast. the gasps and whimpers you let out make him regain all of his confidence and then some, and he has no problems telling you what a bratty little slut you are for giving into him so easily.

law

"fuck—i'm sorry, i didn't mean to cum inside you." law whispers in your ear, breath ragged after he inadvertently came deep inside of your pussy; he had told himself beforehand that he would pull out, but he wasn't prepared for how good you'd feel gripping his cock and before he knew it, he was choking back groans and burying his head in your shoulder as his twitching cock spilled into you.

you let out a dreamy sigh as you press a lazy kiss into his hair. "'s okay, it felt so good." you reassure him, tightening your hold around him and pulling him close. the two of you lay like that for a few moments until your breathing regulates, though you're a haywire mess as soon as he pushes himself up with one hand to hover over you, eyes full of an intense hunger that you were eager to satiate.

"i haven't had enough of you yet." he says lowly, softly dragging his thumb across your lower lip. you can't help the way his words make your face burn and the corners of your lips quirk upwards.

"me neither." you reply, and his mouth is back on yours in a second, hot needy, and wanting as his tongue slips into your mouth; hips gently rocking into yours as his cock stiffens inside of you once more, you hope he fills you up again—on purpose this time.

#eustass kid x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #trafalgar law x reader #x reader #yes how dare that pussy make you cum that quickly Kid #I just know all three of them would do their damnedest to make round 2 ridiculously enjoyable #not that any of that wasn't #but oh the internal struggle they face #sweet boys I believe in you all

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

Part Six

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment

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

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As time marched on and away from the terrible situation that developed during Killer’s birthday, your relationship with Kidd strengthened exponentially. He still hadn’t brought up Victoria by name, but he had mentioned going through really hard periods of loss that changed his life in very significant ways. You didn’t feel like it was appropriate to mention what Hip had told you, however you did feel much better that he wasn’t retaining his feelings any longer. You’d been staying over at his house now more than ever, getting to know Killer better as a consequence.

He and Kidd had both begun making the occasional joke that you should just move in already because you were there so frequently, but something was holding you back. You didn’t want to disturb the steady progression you’d established with such a grandiose change, living with them sounded like a lot of fun, but it just wasn’t the right time. An interesting development was accidentally mentioned to you by Killer that Kidd had started having trouble sleeping when you weren’t around. As to be expected, Kidd flushed several shades of red and denied the allegations while the three of you sat in the living room but later admitted to it when the two of you were comfortably tucked into his bed.

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started or why, but he was certain that the lack of warmth and your weight on top of him had something to do with it. He took every opportunity to tease you and you were absolutely going to use this as material to get back at him, your jokes only leading to giggly kisses and an ever embarrassed brute. He’d even gone as far as to pout and scoot away from you when you baby talked him for being so overtly clingy, the whole thing being unnecessarily dramatic but entertaining. He was unwavering in his determination to give you the silent treatment so you took it upon yourself to explore the contents of his room.

You flipped through several records and discs of his favorite bands, carefully handling those with sleeves or cases that were worn from being played so often. Although you weren’t catching on, he was watching you with eyes full of adoration. Much like yourself, these small moments were some of his favorite. You weren’t all done up or catering to the social aspects of going out, you were just (Y/N) in these moments. Unadulterated and bathed in the essence of yourself, no holds barring your little quirks or the way your eyes lit up as you examined his many random belongings. He had to stop himself from laughing as you attempted to lift a barbell that was sat beside his dresser, he knew there was no way in hell you’d get it off the ground but your look of determination was adorable.

He watched you trail over to his closet, shuffling through the many shirts of heavy metal and punk bands that matched the music collection you’d just gone through. You held many of his favorite shirts up against yourself in front of his mirror, all the while he was envisioning what you’d look like modeling them for him. Vocalizing that you were going to start taking the ones you liked for yourself, the banter that you’d been throwing at him finally caused him to scoff and sit up at the foot of the bed behind you. He pulled you into his lap and peppered light kisses on your neck. You were in the perfect position to watch his movements in the mirror, the scene playing out causing you to become a bit shy. Splotches of red lipstick littered your skin and smudged out of its place on his lips. It wasn’t his intention to be so provocative, but neither of you could deny the intimacy that was overtaking the ambiance of the room.

His hands kneaded at your waist, snaking around your front to occupy the empty space on your thighs. His thumbs moved in circles and drew closer to the waistband of your bottoms with each passing second. You locked eyes with his in the mirror, holding his gaze as he slowly worked a hand beneath your bottoms and to your sex. His motions felt heavenly and had you whimpering for him with your head leant back on his shoulder, mouth slightly agape and eyes screwed shut. He gradually quickened his pace which only added to the pleasure, a sudden lack of warmth from where his free hand rested on your hip caused you to glance back at the mirror. He’d shifted very slightly beneath you, enough to push his own bottoms down and free his hardened cock from its restraints. You watched with wide eyes as he began to pump himself at the same speed he was pleasuring you, nuzzling his head against your own to be as close to you as possible in the moment.

“You like watching this, don’t you?”, he asked through heavy breaths, “You fuckin’ love how I make you feel.”

“Kidd… I-“, you tried to manage through the intense waves of pleasure that were clouding your senses, “You make me feel so good…”

“You can barely speak and you’re panting so hard… You’re about to cum aren’t you?”, he continued spurring you on, his use of such explicit terms causing you to turn your head away from the mirror out of sheer discomposure, “Eyes on me, (Y/N).”

His tone was stern and worked to make you peer back at your own reflection. His motions had become furious around his own member, spilling over the top of his fingers while you held intense eye contact. Beads of sweat reflected off his forehead, highlighting his many scars and the contrast of black liner that emphasized his golden eyes. His gaze had always been sharp, it was one of the first things that you’d noticed when you’d met him after all. Heat pooled in your lower belly, quickly meeting his fingers as you reached your own end. Your body felt weak after such activities, you never wanted to leave the comfort of Kidd’s embrace.

After innumerable moments had passed and your strength had returned, the two of you sauntered to the bathroom for clean up. You both looked rather disheveled in your post-enjoyment states, each of your mouths a messy pink from the exchange of cosmetics that was nearly inevitable in the heat of the moment. Kidd’s eyes were darker and messer than usual as his eyeliner had bled from sweat and squeezing his eyes shut. After several towels and jokes about scarring Killer due to the noise later, you found yourself planted back atop his mattress and glancing at your phones as the two of you received a message at the same time.

Mosh had send out an invite in a group text to everyone in their inner circle about a house party hosted by he and Hip. There was apparently no real occasion, he simply wanted to have everyone together and under the same roof again. You were always happy and grateful to be included with everyone, but you couldn’t deny the anxiety that loomed over your attendance with Kidd after the things Hip had said. It was very unlikely that she’d mention anything about your chat from so many nights ago, but it irked you to consider the thoughts she’d been having about your relationship underneath your time spent in her company. Kidd had offered to drive the two of you, as he usually did, but the timing of the party cut directly into one of your evening shifts at work and you had no choice but to meet him there after the scheduled start of the get-together. It was no big deal to drive separately, but part of you wanted to arrive together with Kidd to show that you were going just as strong as ever.

It felt like there was never a more dynamic pair than the two of you.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! All characters presented in the story have been caricatured to fit the desired plot devices. Some interactions and situations may read out of character, this is only to progress the story and does not reflect my view of their canon personalities.

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#what you won't ever find #one piece #kid pirates #eustass kid #x reader #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #massacre soldier killer #I wonder what he's like to live with #I would also steal his shirts #the mirror #oh gods a mirror is always my weakness

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#eustass kid #x reader #eustass kid x reader #this man has me wrapped in obsession and guilty pleasure #I can't get enough of this

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Surprises and Smiles

@winkyinkywinky

W/C: 3,369 | Penguin x You, afab!reader, fluffy, birthday celebration, R18-ish. A/N: April 25 is Penguin's birthday and this is for all the Penguin lovers out there. Please enjoy this short story! I would also appreciate comments too. Thank you!

The sun drifted towards its evening perch, you finally wrapped up your day's duties aboard the submarine. The salty sea air lingered as you made your way to your quarters, eager to freshen up after a long day below deck. With the gentle hum of machinery in the background, you indulged in a well-deserved bath, the warm water easing the fatigue from your muscles.

After drying off, you pampered yourself with a lotion that exuded the crisp scent of cucumbers, filling the air with a revitalizing aroma. You slipped into a crisp, freshly ironed white suit, feeling as sharp as a well-honed blade.

With a smile playing on your lips, you settled onto your bed in an Indian sit, carefully securing the gift with the ribbon.

"I really hope he'll like this," you whispered to yourself, your thoughts drifting to Penguin, the recipient of your heartfelt gesture. The wrapping paper, adorned with cheerful blue and yellow stripes, complemented by a vibrant red ribbon, added a festive touch to the present. Placing the gift on your desk, you made your way out of your quarters.

As you navigated the narrow corridors of the submarine, you spotted Penguin engaged in conversation with Law and Shachi. Their voices trailed off as they reached a corner, their animated gestures punctuating the air. You watched as they exchanged parting words, Law and Shachi disappearing down one corridor while Penguin sauntered in your direction, his attention still lingering on his departed crewmates.

"Penguin!" you exclaimed as your Captain and Shachi vanished from sight. The excitement bubbling in your chest bursting forth in your voice, echoing down the corridor.

With a grin spreading across his face like the sun breaking through storm clouds, Penguin watched as you sprinted towards him, your eagerness was evident in each bounding step. His arms instinctively opened wide, ready to envelop you in a warm embrace. As you leapt into his waiting arms, he staggered back slightly from the impact, his muscles tensing to steady both of you. Wrapping his arms securely around your waist, he lifted you effortlessly, feeling the weight of your affection as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Pressing his face into the soft skin of your neck, Penguin inhaled deeply, breathing in the alluring fragrance that enveloped you. "God, you smell so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin and you melted into his arms.

"I missed you," your whispered, the words carrying the weight of your longing.

Your confession elicited a soft chuckle from him, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Missed me? I just went out of the sub early morning," he teased, his playful tone laced with affection.

As he continued to hold you close, you leaned back slightly, craning your neck to meet his gaze. With a tender smile, you brushed your nose against his. You basked in the warmth of his presence, the world around you fading into insignificance in the embrace of your shared moment.

Setting you gently back on your feet, Penguin lowered his head, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You're the best thing that happened to me," he murmured, his words laden with sincerity, causing a rush of warmth to flood your cheeks in response to his heartfelt declaration.

In the wake of his admission, you found your voice, though it emerged soft and slightly shy. "Likewise," you replied, your gaze momentarily dropping to the floor before lifting to meet his once more, a shy smile playing at the corners of your lips. As you walked side by side, you latched on his left forearm, you made your way down the corridor toward the galley, your footsteps matching the comforting feeling of being together.

"Say, what happened to your adventure today?" you inquired, curiosity glinting in your eyes as you glanced up at him.

Penguin, with a thoughtful pout and a gentle stroke of his chin, recounted the day's events. "Hmm, everything went well according to Law's plans. Unfortunately, we also ran into a couple of Navy soldiers, but we managed," he explained, his voice carrying a hint of resilience despite the challenges they faced.

Suddenly, you halted in your tracks, moving in front of him, your concern palpable as you scanned his form for any signs of injury. "What? Are you hurt?" you questioned, your voice laced with genuine worry, your eyes darting over every inch of his physique.

He reassured you with a gentle touch, brushing a hand against your chin. "Hey, I'm fine," he replied, his tone soft yet firm, before cupping your face in his hands. "I appreciate your concern," he added, his gaze tender as it met yours, the depth of his gratitude reflected in the warmth of his touch.

"If that's the case..." You exclaimed, seizing his arm in your excitement. "I'm already starving!" With a playful tug, you urged him forward, leading the way towards the galley.

"What's the rush?" Penguin questioned, his tone laced with amusement, but he yielded to your enthusiasm, nonetheless.

Arriving at the closed door of the galley, you knocked three times.

"Why is this closed?" Penguin queried; his curiosity piqued as he pushed the door open.

As the door swung wide, revealing the scene within, Penguin's eyes widened in surprise, a chorus of "SURPRISE!" echoing through the room as balloons and confetti danced in the air. The entire crew was gathered there, their faces lit up with anticipation and joy, even Law, leaning against the wall in the corner, wearing a rare smile.

"Happy Birthday!" you exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face as you met Penguin's stunned gaze.

Brushing the back of his neck in embarrassment yet touched by the gesture, Penguin glanced around at the assembled crew, a mixture of gratitude and bashfulness playing across his features.

"It's her idea," Shachi interjected, beaming proudly at Penguin. Meeting your gaze with a silent promise of gratitude, Penguin's expression softened into a silent acknowledgment, his eyes reflecting the depth of his appreciation for your thoughtful surprise.

Penguin made his way through the gathered crew, he exchanged brotherly hugs, receiving taps on the shoulder and forearm and fist bumps from each member. Meanwhile, you took the initiative, pulling Shachi along to help distribute plates and utensils among the group.

As Penguin approached, you handed him a plate, but he gently intervened, taking it from you. "You sit down and let me serve you," he insisted, his hand resting warmly on your back as he guided you to a seat. Your eyes lingered on him as he moved gracefully around the galley, a fond smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"Guys! Food's gonna get cold, Help yourselves!" Penguin's voice rang out above the chatter, drawing everyone's attention to the spread before them. The meal was simple yet ample, nothing extravagant but enough to share among the assembled crew. Laughter and conversation filled the room as everyone dug in.

Emerging from the crowd with a plate in hand, Penguin settled beside you, placing the dish on the table before you. "Here!" he offered with a warm smile.

"Aren't you going to eat? Don't you like the food?" you questioned, furrowing your brow in puzzlement, concerned that perhaps the fare wasn't to his liking.

"It's not like that," Penguin reassured you, his tone gentle yet firm. "Seeing you is enough to make my heart full," he teased, his fingers brushing a stray hair behind your ear, eliciting a soft blush from you.

"Penguin! Really? Flirting in front of us?" Shachi exclaimed in mock disbelief, though his tone carried a friendly warmth.

Penguin simply laughed, the sound filling the room with a contagious joy as the celebration continued, surrounded by the camaraderie of friends and the comfort of shared moments.

After finishing your meal, you carried your plate to the sink before joining the other crew members in conversation, laughter, and camaraderie filling the air.

Meanwhile, Penguin made his way to Law, who stood with his arms crossed, a mug in hand. Penguin mirrored his posture, leaning casually against the wall with one hand slipped into his pocket, mug in the other. With a raised mug, Penguin initiated a toast, and Law obliged with a nod.

"Hey Law," Penguin began, his tone casual yet curious as he struck up a conversation.

"I can't believe she'd pull off something like this. Perhaps you also knew about this?" Penguin inquired, his eyebrows lifting in surprise.

Law took a sip from his mug before responding. "Yeah, two weeks ago," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Penguin's surprise was evident. "Oh? Damn, right under my nose," he mused, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

Law smirked knowingly. "Of course you wouldn't know. It's a surprise, after all," he quipped. Penguin’s gaze drifting towards you as you laughed and chatted with the rest of the crew, unaware of the conversation taking place.

"Well, I just wanna say thank you," Penguin expressed his gratitude, his voice sincere as he glanced back at Law.

"Don't mention it," Law replied nonchalantly. "She approached and asked nicely. It wasn't a big deal," he added with a shrug.

There was a brief pause before Penguin resumed their conversation, his tone shifting slightly.

"Aren't you jealous?" Penguin asked, a playful glint in his eye.

Law's brow furrowed at the unexpected question. "Pardon?" he responded, caught off guard.

"I told you, you should be getting yourself a girlfriend," Penguin teased, nudging Law lightly.

"Not a chance. It's not even on my list of priorities," Law replied with a hint of finality, his stance unwavering.

As you scanned the crowd, your smile widened as you spotted Penguin standing beside Law. Meeting his loving gaze, you exchanged a silent moment of affection before Law's dry humor interrupted the tender exchange.

"If staring could ignite a fire, you'd have already burned her to the ground," Law quipped, his tone laced with playful jest.

Penguin chuckled in response, shaking his head at Law's comment.

Handing his mug to Penguin, Law pushed himself off the wall, indicating his impending departure. "I've got a lot of things to do," he informed Penguin as he excused himself with a nod and a tap on Penguin's shoulder.

With the crew gradually trickling out of the galley, leaving only a few to assist with the cleanup, Ikkaku intervened, ushering you and Penguin towards the exit with a playful grin. "You lovebirds may go now, we can handle this," she insisted, giving you a wink as she nudged you out of the hall.

"I'm in your debt," you replied gratefully, returning her wink.

You and Penguin exited the galley hand in hand, a sense of anticipation hanging between you as you mentioned the surprise you still had in store for him.

"Still more surprises?" Penguin exclaimed, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. "I'm getting nervous with this," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

Stopping in front of the female shared quarters, you opened the door, inviting Penguin inside with a playful gesture.

"Come in!" you urged, stepping over the threshold as Penguin hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"What are we? We don't have to—" Penguin stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to articulate his thoughts.

"Silly! What are you thinking?" you interjected with a laugh, playfully swatting his arm as you closed and locked the door behind you, the soft click signaling your privacy.

Penguin stood just behind the door; his curiosity evident in his gaze as you retrieved the gift you had prepared for him from your desk.

"Happy Birthday!" you exclaimed, presenting the gift with both hands.

"No way!" Penguin exclaimed, stepping forward eagerly to accept the gift, his excitement palpable.

"Yes way!" you replied, your smile warm and genuine. "I hope you'll love it," you added, your anticipation mirroring his own.

"May I open it now?" Penguin asked eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation as the two of you settled on the edge of your bed. With a nod from you, Penguin eagerly tore into the wrapping paper like a child on Christmas morning, the excitement of the moment filling the room with a sense of joy and intimacy.

Inside the box lay a midnight blue, knitted scarf adorned with white lining at the sides, perfectly complemented by a matching wool hat, mirroring the one Penguin wore.

"You did this?" Penguin marveled, pulling the gift from the box and running his hand over the soft texture of the garments, still awestruck by the thoughtful present.

"Remember when I asked you to buy me a bundle of yarn?" you prompted him, your voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

"Yeah, it was a weird request from you at the time. I think it was about three months ago?" Penguin recalled, his fingers deftly inspecting the scarf as he wrapped it snugly around his neck.

"Well, that's the yarn you bought for me. I started knitting as soon as you gave me the materials," you explained matter-of-factly, a slight blush tingeing your cheeks as you looked down, your fingers fidgeting nervously. "It took me a while to make it since I could only work on it after duties," you added, your voice trailing off.

"Wait, what?" Penguin's brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to comprehend the significance of your words. "You mean..." His eyes narrowed as he pieced together the revelation slowly dawning on him. Sensing the weight of his realization, you braced yourself, anticipation coursing through you as you awaited his response.

"We only started dating a month ago..." Penguin's thoughts raced as he connected the dots. "Oh..." Understanding washed over him, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. Sensing your embarrassment, you covered your face with both hands, attempting to hide.

But Penguin wouldn't let you retreat. With a gentle yet firm grip, he grasped both of your wrists, pinning them down against the bed.

"Look at me," he commanded, his cheeks flushing with color. Slowly, you complied, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you met his gaze, unable to hide.

"You tell me," Penguin urged, searching your eyes with unwavering intensity.

"I know you already figured it out," you replied, your voice soft and pouty.

"Still..." Penguin insisted, his own cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "I wanted to hear it from you," he pressed, his eyes pleading for honesty.

"I..." You hesitated, the weight of the moment hanging between you. "I already liked you even before you started courting me," you confessed, biting your lip nervously.

Your heart pounded in your chest, its rhythm echoing in your ears, Penguin cupped your face gently, His touch eliciting a shiver down your spine. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, tracing its contours as he locked eyes with you, the intensity of his gaze stirring a flurry of emotions within you. You could feel the tremble in his hand, mirroring the racing of your own pulse.

"Penguin..." you whispered, your voice barely audible above the thudding of your heart. Your eyes flickered from his gaze to his lips, the air between you thick with anticipation. Something shifted in the atmosphere of the room, an electric charge igniting the space between you.

"Kiss me," you blurted out, your voice breathless with desire, the words escaping before you could stop them.

"You don't have to ask," Penguin replied, his voice a soft murmur, laden with promise. And with those words as his cue, he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a fervent, passionate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment, the world melting away until there was nothing but the warmth of his touch, the taste of his lips, and the intoxicating sensation of being utterly consumed by his kiss.

With both of his hands cradling your head, Penguin pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he pulled away from the passionate kiss. Parting his lips, he struggled to steady his breath, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming," Penguin pleaded, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, his gaze searching yours for reassurance. Instead of answering, you leaned forward and planted a tender smack on his lips, a silent affirmation of your shared reality, your eyes closed as you too attempted to catch your breath.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Penguin's voice was soft, filled with wonder and gratitude, his question hanging in the air between you like a whispered prayer.

~~~~~~~~~

As time passed, A feeling of satisfaction settled between you and Penguin, the atmosphere imbued with the warmth of shared moments and quiet pledges. The two of you found yourselves seated beside each other on the bed, backs against the wall, holding hands in a silent embrace. You rested your head on Penguin's left shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence comforting you.

"Starting today, I'll look forward to my birthday every year!" Penguin grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future. "Thank you, for making me feel alive," he added, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the positive turn of events.

"Everything! For you..." you replied, your voice filled with love and sincerity, your heart swelling with happiness at his words.

Suddenly, three soft knocks echoed at the door, interrupting your private moment.

"Oh, time's up," you informed Penguin, who tilted his head in confusion.

"I actually asked Ikkaku if we could stay here in the room, privately," you explained, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

"Wow, all the favors you asked from everyone, just for my birthday," Penguin remarked, his surprise evident as you brightly smiled at him.

"Uhh, (y/n)?" Ikkaku's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Two minutes!" you shouted in response, before turning back to Penguin.

Before you could open the door, Penguin wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you close for one last intimate embrace before you stepped outside.

As you opened the door, Penguin followed you out, finding Ikkaku leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

"Oh thank god! You guys didn't look like you had sex inside the room," Ikkaku blurted out bluntly, leaving you speechless.

"IKKAKU!" you exclaimed, shocked by her straightforward remark.

"What? You only told me you needed the room for yourself, and it turns out it was your boyfriend's birthday today, so I assumed it was the case," Ikkaku explained matter-of-factly.

"Haha! I like your train of thought, Ikkaku," Penguin chimed in mischievously.

"Penguin!!!" you glared at him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"Hey! Chill! I'm joking!" Penguin reassured you, rubbing his hands on both your shoulders. "And if that time comes, I want it to be special, and we both want it to be, not just because of the heat of the moment, right?" he added, brushing his hand against your chin as he gazed at you lovingly, showing his respect and consideration for you.

"Ok fine! I get the point! Ugh," Ikkaku sighed, feeling sick with the cheesy lines. "So, you guys move away from the door 'cause I want to rest now," she added.

"Good night!" you beamed at her, and Ikkaku smiled back before closing the door.

"Well?" Penguin stood in front of you, anticipation evident in his gaze. "I'm on night shift, it's my turn to guard the sub," he informed you.

"I wanted to stay with you," you told him honestly, not quite ready for the day to end just yet.

"Are you sure?" Penguin questioned, concern etching his features. "If you happen to fall asleep, I'll just carry you back to your room," he offered, his voice filled with tenderness.

"Sounds like a plan," you nodded, a smile playing on your lips.

"I can't wait to show off your gift to them!" Penguin's smile widened; his eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of sharing your thoughtful present with the rest of the crew.

And so, hand in hand, you and Penguin set off towards the control room, the shared laughter and pure love echoing through the corridors as you embraced the night together.

#surprises and smiles #penguin op #penguin x reader #x reader #heart pirates #one piece x reader #ahhh what a cutie pie #I need his cuddles!

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Just curious, what type of car do you hc Victoria to be? :o (if you've answered this before I and I didn't see it I apologize xD I just love things like this)

I have - but I do not mind answering it again - I set the details in stone (at least for myself) when I wrote A Light Touch:

Coming up to the exit you caught sight of a car in the pick up area and couldn't help a small gasp. "What's up?" Eustass asks, looking around. "I think that's a 1957 Chevy Bel Air!" You try to keep your voice down, but the excitement was spilling out into your words. "Haa, it looks like a sedan model, those're rare. The collectors snap up all the convertibles and coupes and the sedans get forgotten, but for a sedan it's just so nice. Oh man, I wish I could see the interior. The original leather seats are nice, but some people have done suede instead and I'd almost be afraid to sit on that, but it's gotta be so comfortable. I wonder if it's inline 6-cylinder or the original turbo V8. I mean, it's been so many years an original stock engine would be insane, and a modern V8 would have a lot more power and fuel efficiency. "Ah it's oil-slick black too!" You're outside now, getting a proper look at it, and the sun plays off the black paint, sending up subtle sparkles of rainbow color flecks. "Damn that's deep red... suede... and Killer." Killer had closed the trunk and had a wide smile on his face. "No way." Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops. You leap out of the chair and look at Eustass, who has the most impressive shit eating grin on his face. "THAT'S YOUR CAR?!" You're pointing at him almost accusingly. "It's slightly modified." He admits, setting the wheelchair off to the side and holding out a hand. "Wanna sit in the front, Mouse?" "Yes. Yes, I do." There might've been something about maintaining your pride, or not giving Kid another win so soon after the last one, but you'd never been so close to such a cool car. The idea of getting to ride in one almost makes you nervous, but if Kid's going to let you ride upfront you're not going to argue.

Pictured is a two-door coupe, but the four door sedans were the same style, effectively. This is also a clean black finish, and not oil-slick - but the primary difference wouldn't be super obvious unless you were right up on the car.

She's a classy bitch.

#the way this is one of my favorite cars #omg thank you #idk who asked for this but bless this answer #eustass kid #x reader #massacre soldier killer #classic car

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TW- reader is former Slave, Eustass is an ass. Not much for this one but there will be explicit content going forward. Eustass x Skypian!Reader x Killer NOT PROOFREAD fuck it we ball

A looming smell of damp wood washed over your senses, the smell no longer pleasant as the petrichor of rain back home.

this scent was dank and salty, almost sickening as the smell of dried blood on your clothing.

your head was fuzzy and wrists heavy from the broken shackles that adorned them, bruises and cuts ached throughout your body. You had snuck onto the most intimidating ship that wasn’t the marines nor a slaver and were currently in the hull of said vessel.

the events of Sabaody were still clear in your mind. Gunshot. Punch. Pirates, one crew that you recognized as the man who saved your village Meer months ago along with the warlord and the man in the fur and his masked friend. Their names the only clear ones in your mind Captain Eustass Kid and his little blonde friend Killer.

they had seemed most likely to survive, most were dressed in leather and bold colors and furs.. something you gawked at when you had seen a few of them in the crowd of the auction that had been taking place. unfortunately you had been one of the few who hadn’t received the curtesy of getting your shackles taken off or cut, so you had used some guys attack to cut the chain. It worked then but now as you attempted to move all you could hear was the clank of the metal.

‘well shit, i didn’t wanna fucking try but… some of the others dislocated their thumbs to get out so maybe.. I can try?’

you sighed then steadied your breath, wincing as you pressed until a soft pop was heard. it didn’t hurt to bad as you slid you hand out of the heap of metal. After you’d popped your thumb back in you did the other hand.

you rubbed the metal rash on your wrists to soothe the ache, it’d been a month or so since the blonde hyena like bastard had stolen you away from your home leaving a trail of fire and death in his wake. The tattoo etched into your back will never let you forget the horrors that man did. You were going to find him and rain fire from the sky and watch him burn.

The thunks of footsteps snapped you out of your daydreams, you assumed you were in the hull of the ship. You stood, very quietly made your way over to where the crates were stacked. An idea coming to your mind…

it had been a week or so after fleeing Sabaody and the Kid Pirates were set out for the new world, but the last week had been hell. A few had been wounded, and Kidd had been in a constant state of paranoia leaving his poor partner more stressed then ever.

Just this morning Killer had chewed Kidd out for eating the rest of the spaghetti he had made last night. In retaliation to these events the Captain had Locked himself inside his workshop for the day.

He had been in there for a while now tinkering away at something as an apology for Killer even though ‘he didn’t do shit’. Suddenly Eustass groaned in frustration, whipping his head around and throwing a dagger into the wall of his workshop.

although.. this time a small squeak came fourth and red slowly stained the wall in a small patch

“I gotcha now little mouse come on out now eh?”

he chuckled low as he stalked towards the wall almost silently before smirking devilishly and in a see less moment connected his fist with the wall next to the patch.

Alas, it was only a rat. He huffed and turned to the kitten asleep bin the porthole shelf he made her

“Gizmo, the fuck ya doin if it’s not catchin the bleedin rats ya Eeijit!”

he lectured the kitten while holding its scruff at face height. She mewed at him in return to which he chuckled and shifted to hold her as if she were a newborn child . Smiling at the way she nibbled his fingers and batted at his arm.

that damn shuffling sound was back again. But this time he sighed and brushed it off as more rats before going to alert killer of the problem. The tortie kitten. But the strange thing was he could hear the vibrations of small metal pieces, maybe he was just getting paranoid? No one could be on his ship without him knowing right? The rat probably just swallowed one of the girls earrings or other piercings..

as you heard Footsteps wander away you let out a sigh of relief, frowning at the hole next to your face. This was the 5th time you’d almost gotten pulverized by the hands of Eustass Kid. To be fair, he didn’t exactly mean to.. but you just had to wait a few more days until they docked then you could escape.

you felt bad in all honesty, your presence seemed to have been messing with the crew. The crew mates whisper ghost stories to each other, some being paranoid others finding it childish. But the captain was the big problem, he heard something and what does the big bastard do? He chucks a knife- or better yet punches the source of the sound.

the crews been noticing the missing food as well, but it always made you giggle seeing the blonde- “Killer” you remembered, accusing his captain of stealing the leftovers

you actually had yourself a decent spot on the ship, you’d wiggled your way into a tiny space under the kitchen that went up to behind the pantry, and some other parts of the ship. But in the larger area closest to the bottom of the hull you even had a small straw bed. (Why they had straw you had no idea in the slightest)

Currently you were watching the crew tell stories around a fire from the peephole in the pantry one of the rookies you’d noticed looked li’e they were about three minutes from shitting their pants hearing about the torture that Eustass Kid would subject on his victims.

you on the other hand found his tales fascinating, you had no idea people with such similar ideals of freedom to your own people had lived in the blue seas

you smiled to yourself as you watched them, until the growl of your stomach pulled you out of your trance. You saw some apples on the shelf across from the punch-made peephole and quickly stuck your arm through. you couldn’t see so you had your head pressed to the wall trying to hear but the rhythmic thump of your quickening up was making that quite difficult.

You felt around until your hand landed on something soft, fabric like almost, but still firm. It took a moment until you felt the same rhythmic thumps.. of a heart beat..and an unfamiliar voice spoke out with venom.

“what. the. fuck.”

#the albatross #one piece #eustass kid #kid pirates #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #x reader #one piece x reader #the way I would be a fly on the wall for them comes to life in this #*taps fingers together* let's see how this plays out shall we

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Marooned: Chapter 31

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy/infertility

(I meant for this to be funny/lighthearted but it turned slightly angsty? Don't worry though. It's sandwiched between fluff.)

Consequences

Killer woke up before you did. At some point in the night, the positions changed until you were now the little spoon and he was curled around your back, face pressed into your hair, inhaling the way you smelled. His hand rested on your stomach, having very innocently moved your shirt out of the way so he could feel the soft skin underneath. It slid down to gently knead at your love handle. He wanted to stay like that for longer; unfortunately a ship of hungry pirates was not pleasant to be aboard. "Y/N," he whispered. "You're gonna help with breakfast, aren't you?"

You groaned, pulling the sheets over your head. "Not now, boss. M'sleepy." Clearly, you were somewhere else in your head.

His fingers prodded your ribs until a soft giggle came from under the sheets. "Wake up, breadcrumb."

"Killerrrrrrrrrr." You turned to face him with half-lidded eyes, barely peeking out from the sheets. You were about to plant a kiss on him, but shrunk closer to him when you heard boots approaching the door to the bathroom. He was also turned on his side, facing you, so you were hidden behind him, still under the sheets.

The door opened and Killer half-turned to see Kid standing in the doorway. "Killer, why are there three toothbrushes?" Kid's eyes were narrowed.

"You must have taken out another one when you were drunk." Killer didn't feel like dealing with Kid this early in the morning.

"No. Mine is blue, yers is red, and now there's a purple."

Killer straightened slightly. "Mine is blue."

"Pretty sure mine is the blue one."

"Kid!" Killer knew all too well what Kid did with his mouth and frowned at the implication they had inadvertently been sharing. "Why the fuck would I use red when that's your color? I'm blue. You're red."

Kid shrugged. "I like blue." He shook his head. "Wait that's not what I'm here to argue about. Why is there a purple!?" Kid walked around Killer's bed to see who was in it. He had a suspicion that Killer hadn't invited him to your nighttime activities like he promised. Kid grabbed the covers and yanked at them, but they didn't budge, firmly in your grip. So he did the next best thing and snaked his hand underneath, finding a small foot. "Aha!" He dragged you out from the end of the bed.

You tried to grab something to hold onto to no avail. "Killer, help!" You reached for him and giggled. "Noooooo!" You yelled as you were rudely pulled out and left to plop onto the floor. "Ow, Kid." You sat at the foot of the bed on the floor, letting your head fall back against the mattress behind you.

"I knew it! Ya fucked without me!"

"No, we didn't, Kid." Killer rolled his eyes and reached for his helmet on the side table. "Swear on your life."

Kid looked confused. "Why not? On yer period or somethin?" Why else would you be in the same bed as Killer and not fuck?

Killer scoffed. "What does that matter?" He got out of bed and started to get ready for the day.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "I don't even remember when the last time I had one was." You didn't think anything of it. Kid was, again, ruining your nice moments with Killer and it was annoying you. "Believe me. I tried." You added, "We just... cuddled. It was... nice." You felt yourself starting to flush and took that as your cue to leave before Kid could make fun of you. You moved in the shadows, trying to avoid being seen leaving Killer's room in pjs and simultaneously praying you didn't get a splinter in your bare feet. Somehow, you were successful on both fronts. Emma and Quincy noticed your absence all last evening, but they assumed you had been helping Killer in the galley and then stayed with Kid. You didn't correct them. It was weird. You could care less if people talked about you and Kid. Killer, though, you wanted to keep that to yourself. It felt wrong to talk about it, especially since it respected his privacy, too.

You met Killer in the galley to help with breakfast. Every time he put his hand against your back to push past you or grabbed something from you, brushing your hand, you felt hot. You kept feeling hot. Really hot. The feeling didn't go away and you were sweating. You leaned against the counter, feeling lightheaded.

Killer stopped his buzzing around the kitchen to put his hand on your forehead. "Are you ok?"

You shook your head. "I think I need to lay down." You felt fine when you woke up so why did you suddenly start feeling cruddy?

"Do you want me to come check on you later?" Killer probably would have just done it, however he didn't want to overstep, afraid that you would feel suffocated if he gave you too much attention too soon.

"I'm okay." You didn't want Killer wasting his time looking after you. After all, you were the doctor.

You headed directly to the infirmary, rifling through the cabinets for a few things. Before you had the chance to take the rainbow of pills sitting on the counter, a wave of nausea overcame you. Sprinting into the bathroom without a second to spare, you were hung over the toilet, heaving your guts out. Mostly bile came up since you had digested the previous night's food already. When your stomach decided to calm down, you dragged yourself to lay on one of the gurneys, promptly passing out.

The captain was in his workshop, still miffed about being left out. So what if there was no fucking? Maybe he wanted to snuggle, too. So what if he was a brute? He liked soft things, too. The sound of you entering your side of the involuntarily shared space directed his thoughts elsewhere. Kid heard all the commotion through the massively huge hole in the wall, still not fixed. "If yer gonna puke, at least shut the door. Damn," Kid mumbled. He wondered what had you feeling like shit. Surely, it wasn't Killer's cooking. He couldn't think of a time when he had ever gotten sick from his first mate's food. But there was an itch in his brain. Something you said earlier. It sent him into a cold sweat. "I don't even remember when the last time I had one was." One by one, every time he fucked you played in his head, and by default, every time he came, some times on you, but mostly in you. "Shit." Kid, paler than ever, went to find Killer.

Kid burst through the galley doors, trying to be cool, but the shifting of his eyes gave away that he was in his head. "Hey, Kil." He pretended to be interested in the food, which was hardly pretending except for the fact his stomach was doing flips. "Did ya, uh, notice anything about Y/N this morning?"

That got Killer's attention. Kid had never referred to you by name before, always using 'Rotten' or his other nicknames. Killer continued to cook, "Yeah. She didn't feel good." Where is he going with this?

"I heard her puking in the infirmary bathroom." Kid seemed anxious.

Killer was immediately concerned. "You think it was my spaghetti?" He sounded dejected. The pride he had in his food would be severely wounded if he had accidentally gave you food poisoning. He felt fine, though, and you had eaten the same thing.

Kid rubbed his arm. "No. I think it possibly, may be, slightly my fault." He was sweating.

The first mate knew his captain well, and knew that he was struggling to say something. "Kid," he said lowly. "What did you do?" Killer didn't know what to think. Did Kid pull a prank that went wrong? Maybe he accidentally poisoned you. Killer knew Kid had been annoying you by moving stuff around in the infirmary. What if he switched the bottles of something and you took too much of the wrong thing? "You better go apologize for whatever it is if you're sweating this badly over it."

"I don't think an apology will do much." Kid took a deep breath. "Remember earlier this morning? When I said the thing about the period and then she said she couldn't remember the last one."

Killer put 2 and 2 together. "Kid... We've talked about this." The world didn't need any more red-headed pirates in it.

"I know. I know! But in the moment... And she didn't stop me! So it's not all my fault!"

Killer wasn't all that worried. Sure. It was a very real possibility, but he doubted a woman so hellbent on revenge and being reckless would even allow it to be a remote one. "She's not stupid, Kid. If she wasn't worried, then either there's not a reason to be, OR she wanted to have your kid. And I HIGHLY doubt the second possibility. She can't stand even the one of you."

Kid looked a touch offended. "Killer, you aren't taking this seriously." Kid ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't put that much thought into thatpart of his future.

Killer shrugged. "It's not my kid." He knew that would rile Kid up, but couldn't resist poking at him. If he was actually concerned, he would be more empathetic.

Kid huffed. "Well the way the two of ya are getting on, yer gonna be the step-dad." He folded his arms, reminded of being left out.

"Oh my god, you're jealous." Killer chuckled. Kid was so cute when he was jealous. His pouty face and grumbling voice made Killer grin under his mask. Killer shook his head and sighed. "Why don't you leave her alone for now, and later I'll go with you to check up on her, unless you want to go by yours-"

"No. I need ya to come with me." Kid quickly interjected. It's not like he was scared or anything. It was for you, in case you needed Killer's support.

After an entire day of Kid pacing the ship, freaking out in his head, Killer had found him and the two went to check on you. At first Kid was freaking out about the presence of a child on a pirate ship, though none of them were raised in savory conditions in the first place, so maybe it would be fine. Then he was freaking out because the combined personalities of you and he would be an absolute demon of a child, and how would he make it listen. Kid didn't really love the idea of a kid, but he would be damned if he let it grow up like he, Killer, Wire, and Heat did. If you even stayed, or wanted it, or wanted to participate in raising it. There were a lot of uncertainties. Unwarranted, as he would soon find out.

Killer knocked and entered.

"I told you not to check on me," your voice was strained. They didn't see you initially. You had opted to lay with Mini on the floor, instead of the gurney. Lay was a strong term, you were curled into a ball, shivering. "Don't come closer!" You held your hand out in a gesture to stop.

"You look like shit." Killer saw how green and clammy you were. Sweating, yet shaking like you were freezing. He could plainly see that you were sick.

Lifting your head to look at him, you didn't think Kid would be there as well. You assumed Killer would probably come check on you or send Heat even though you said not to. Kid, though, he wasn't the type to show concern for another person. You pulled yourself up to be sitting. He had a weird energy about him. "What's your problem?" You directed it at Kid.

"YER PREGNANT!" He blurted it right out.

You stared at him blankly. How the fuck did he reach that conclusion? A bunch of things went through your head at once. It was something you didn't go telling everyone. But you realized you probably should have mentioned it to the guy who was shooting loads in you basically every day for weeks off and on. You didn't feel bad, however, because you were still mad at him for a variety of reasons and he deserved to sweat a little. "Well, fuck I would have stopped drinking if I knew that." You got serious and frowned at him. "And what do you plan to do about it?"

Kid stammered. "I-I- uh." He didn't have to struggle for long. He thought you were crying before realizing you were laughing at him.

"Kid, relax. I'm not." You smirked. "Is that why you ran out of here like a scared animal this morning?" You shouldn't be laughing at his mental torment, but seeing Kid a little scared was interesting and you were a little delirious from whatever concoction you whipped up for yourself.

"Told you." Killer stated, matter-of-factly, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Shut up. I wasn't worried." Kid grumbled, though visibly relieved. "But explain anyways," Kid demanded. "You were puking and... you know all the times-"

"All the times you couldn't pull out because this pussy is too good? Yeah I recall." Mainly, you didn't want to go about your day dripping cum into your panties. You gave up on asking him to pull out however, because he simply couldn't. "I would have been a lot angrier with you if there was a risk of getting pregnant, dumbass. But now I can't help but wonder how many brats you have out there in the world with that shitty ass pull-out game." You were giggling.

"I'm more careful with whores! Shut up!" Kid was fully red.

Killer shot you a dubious look.

"Aw, does that mean I'm not a whore to you?" You decided to grace him with an answer. "It's physically impossible for me to have a kid. So you can continue to nut as you please, when I decide to fuck you again." '

"When?" Killer questioned, a cheeky look on his face.

You corrected yourself. "If. If I decide."

Normally Kid would have been focusing on the part about the nutting. However, he was stuck on the first thing you said. You weren't a whore to him, but what were you to him? Both you and Killer had assumed he was jealous of the time Killer spent with you instead of with him. Kid found himself strangely jealous of your attention. He wanted more of it. "Why can't ya?" Kid didn't mean to be rude, for once. He just wanted to know, to be sound of mind.

Killer hit the back of his head. "You can't ask that!"

"It's fine." It didn't really bother you. You never wanted kids in the first place and in this life, it was a blessing in disguise. A really painful, terrible disguise. You pulled up your shirt, holding the hem in your teeth, and unbuttoned your pants, pulling the waistband down until it was at the edge of your pubes. "You probably never noticed it since you were preoccupied with... other things." There was a pale, silvery, jagged scar about 2/3 of the way from your belly button to your mons, just above your pubic ramus. "Katana got me." You shivered and put your pants back on.

"Oh," was all Kid said.

"You really don't look good. Do you need some soup? Water?" Killer saw how uncomfortable you were and also wanted to change the subject since he wasn't sure how much it bothered you.

"M'fine." You let yourself slide back down on your side. Mini picked up her head and licked you.

Stubborn. "Ok. Will you have someone get me if it gets worse?"

"Probably not."

"It wasn't a question," Killer put on his first-mate voice. He continued, "Kid, why don't you keep an eye on her?"

"I'm not fuckin staying here ta get sick."

"Lucky for you, someone installed an observation window," Killer motioned to the big fucking hole in the wall, "so you can sit alllll the way at your workbench and still see."

Kid grumbled, walking over to his side of the space and Killer left.

You barely moved over the next day and Kid couldn't stand the sight of you shivering. So damn annoying. He tried to ignore it, ignore you. Every noise or sudden movement you made had his head snapping up to see what was wrong. He couldn't focus on anything he did. With a frustrated growl, he stomped over to look down on you. "Yer so damn irritating." Shrugging his coat off, he laid it over you. "If ya barf on this, I'm throwing ya into the sea, got it?" You didn't give any response, deep in sleep. His eyes flicked to your right ear. The top part of the helix was missing, damaged from the attack you had endured. He didn't know what came over him the other day, but as he fiddled with scraps, he had an idea. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small, crescent shaped piece of metal that he hid from Killer earlier in the week. It was cuffed and made from a nice silvery-colored metal. With a gentleness unbecoming of hands so rough and calloused, he moved your hair out of the way and slid the metal prosthetic, though it was more like jewelry, over your ear. It attached to the helix that was left to resemble the part that was missing, like the tip of your ear was dipped in silver. "Hmph." A small flicker of pride lit inside him. It looked good. Of course it does. I made it. He didn't know why, but he did.

#Marooned #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #x reader #eustass kid x reader #mdni #for fucks sake boy you may as well just be color blind why on earth would you NOT use the red one?!#also get the fuck outta here #if he pulled me from bed like that I would kick his face #sir do not touch my feet #nothing more panic inducing then realizing you may have gotten someone preggers #I don't wanna say karma is a bitch BUUUTTTTT #sometimes you gotta have a good scare #“I'm more careful with whores” UM SIR #he really did deserve this scare tactic tehehe #AN OBSERVATION WINDOW #you gotta stop making me laugh so hard #my family is concerned I'm going insane when they leave me alone on my laptop #maybe I am but also - worth it #okay but if that man made me any type of jewelry I would die on the spot #damn him having redeeming qualities

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200 Followers Event Masterlist

"I never thought I'd see you again." (Law)

"What are we even doing?" (Denmark)

"I love you but I can't say those words." (Kid)

"Is this how you flirt with everyone?" (England)

"I don't need a gentleman right now." (Doflamingo)

"I'm trying, I'm actually really trying..." (Crocodile)

"Can we just stay like this?" (Zoro)

"The idea of you getting hurt doesn't sit well with me." (Germany)

"To me you're perfect." (Sanji)

"Are you sure about this?" (Crocodile)

"You'll have to teach me." (France)

"If you win, I'll kiss you." (Ace)

"I never said I didn't feel the same."(Ace)

"It's not what it looks like!" (Law)

"Has anyone else made you feel like this?" (Corazon)

"Don't do that...don't act like you don't feel this too." (Vash)

"Do you remember getting drunk and calling me last night?"(America)

"You mean to tell me you've kept every single note?" (Mihawk)

"Rules are made to be broken." (Doflamingo)

"You don't have to be so...formal." (Sanji)

#masterlist #x reader #merbear25

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➛ masterlist

➛ one piece

-‘๑’- sanji vinsmoke

-‘๑’- roronoa zoro

-‘๑’- smoker

-‘๑’- crocodile

-‘๑’- donquixote doflamingo

-‘๑’- donquixote rosinante

-‘๑’- portgas d. ace

➛ misc.

-‘๑’- boa hancock

➛ earned it - nsfw ⚠️

-‘๑’- red-haired shanks

➛ first time (young shanks)- nsfw ⚠️

-‘๑’- buggy the clown

➛ smut prompt - nsfw ⚠️

-‘๑’- eustass "captain" kid

➛ baby - nsfw ⚠️

➛ mob psycho 100

-‘๑’- reigen arataka

➛ same time next week? - nsfw ⚠️

➛ holding hands

➛ demon slayer

-‘๑’- rengoku kyoujuro

➛ mother's day - nsfw ⚠️

➛ being pregnant with his baby headcanons

➛ jujutsu kaisen

-‘๑’- nanami kento

➛ whatever you want - nsfw ⚠️

#masterlist #leakyweep #delightfulness awaits

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Sunburnt

Killer X Reader

You were just tryna do your routine ogling while Kid made that so much harder for you.

"Fuckin' idiot." You muttered, straightening your clothes out before you turned to face Killer, clearing your throat. "Hey hun." "Hey. What… What happened up there? Kid seemed to be laughing at you hard." Killer asked, approaching you. "… I was ogling you like the fine piece of ass you are…" You admitted with a mumble, your eyes lingering on his chest.

tags~ fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, playful banter, simple situations, reader is a shameless simp (just like me fr)

w/c~ 1.2k

a/n~ im straight up objectifying him and no im not sorry. my mind is often occupied with the images described LMAO

Sometimes, you really didn't mind when the log pose needed days to set. That meant more time on solid ground; where the restaurants were at and the booze was plenty, the breeze much calmer, and life was just a tad bit easier. You could relax and enjoy the fresh new sceneries before you… But, old habits die hard, and you still found yourself gravitating towards your most favourite view of all: your love, Killer.

With the ship docked far away between some tall rockfaces, the crew did the typical sorts of things one would when relaxing. Problem was, Killer was nowhere to be found at first, and neither was Kid. That meant the two were somewhere together getting up to something. It was convenient though, having the two of them being practically attached at the hip. If you could find one, and you could at least find the other, you were sure to end up with both eventually. Kid was usually the first one you found in these situations; mostly because he was always so damn loud.

Kid's yelling and grunting could be heard coming from the bow, so that's where you headed first. You appreciated dropping anchor so far away purely because he made so much noise. Up there, you found him tossing empty wooden crates over the railing and down to the beach below where you then found Killer; shirtless, and punching the crates mid flight path into splinters using the braces for his punishers. It was… quite the scene, and your eyes automatically locked onto Killer while you stepped up next to Kid, catching his attention.

"… The fuck are you two doing?" You asked, still locked onto Killer.

"Making firewood." Kid answered, lobing yet another empty crate over his shoulder.

"Mmhmm, and this is your method of choice why…?"

"He wanted to do some reflex training, and I had to get rid of these crates. Now, we have firewood." He responded simply, picking up another box. "God a problem?"

For once, his provocative banter didn't get to you. Instead, you sat yourself atop a stray crate next to Kid and leaned over the edge a little, waiting on him to throw the crate. "Nope. Not at all." You mumbled.

This made Kid raise a brow, a smirk building while he watched you from the corner of his eye. He threw the crate and watched your expression shift when it splintered apart, your lips pressing together with a soft hum.

"Oh my god." Kid snorted.

But you didn't hear him. Your mind was a haze, vision tunneling around Killer where he stood. Like a lovesick fool, you saw nothing but rippling muscles, beads of sweat caressing his form as they rolled down his hot, tanned skin. Even as he gathered the wood from the crates he broke and tossed the pieces into a pile for later, his gorgeous golden hair still swept over his shoulder every time he bent down, and you could not deny the unholy desires your mind came up with the longer you watched him. (You swore his jeans fit a little tighter today from here…) You almost got lost in those thoughts; key word being almost. Kid's loud laughter snapped you out of it, and you shot him a sideways glance while he cackled.

"Wow, you cannot keep your eyes off of my vice captain huh???" He chortled, thoroughly amused by your ogling.

"Oh ha ha. Listen man, it's not my fault his tits are practically glistening from here. I can't help it!" You argued, fully turning to your captain.

"You are no better than a man. you fool." Kid snorted.

"Yeah, says the actual man." You huffed.

"Why yes, I am then man. Thanks for noticing." He said, chucking another box over the side.

He shot a cheeky little shit eating grin at you, and that got you this time.

"Oh fuck you."

"That's what that man is for. That's why you're eyeing him, right?" Kid retorted—quite wittily too—while pointing down at Killer.

His words instantly flustered you, and you threw a punch at his shoulder in retaliation. he laughed at you regardless, taking your punch like it was nothing. That only flustered you even more, having looked like a whole new kind of fool. So, you stuck your tongue out at him despite his continuous laughter and hopped over the railing down to the beach below to get away from him. You could hear the idiot tip over from laughing so hard, the heavy thunk of him and his arm hitting the deck bouncing off the rockfaces around you while he reduced himself to a fit of giggles. The noise had Killer's full attention now, and he turned to you to figure out what had just happened.

"Fuckin' idiot." You muttered, straightening your clothes out before you turned to face Killer, clearing your throat. "Hey hun."

"Hey. What… What happened up there? Kid seemed to be laughing at you hard." Killer asked, approaching you.

"… I was ogling you like the fine piece of ass you are…" You admitted with a mumble, your eyes lingering on his chest.

It was his turn to laugh now; loudly and unapologetically too. Behind his mask was both a wide grin of appreciation and amusement. He simply loved how shameless and open you were with him; it meant he could be too, completely worry free. Killer wrapped an arm around you while he quieted down to chuckles, leaning into you affectionately.

"He roasted you huh?"

"Listen. To be entirely fair… You look hot as fuck right now." You argued.

"And I'm feeling even hotter." He huffed, letting you go. "I think I've gotten a tan again from doing this."

"Lemme see." You commented, looking up at him and directing your eyes to just under the edge of his helmet.

Sure enough, you could see the line where his tan started right under his chin. Upon noticing this though, you had a realization, and took your turn to start up a giggle fit.

"K-Kil… The holes in your mask…" You snorted.

"What about em?"

"You're gonna have little tanned circles all over your face I bet." You told him, stepping back from him a little with your hand over your mouth.

"You think so? Let's check then, shall we?" He hummed, moving to take it off.

"Ah!! No no, don't check!" You yelped, turning your head. "I don't wanna laugh at you and make you feel uncomfortable-!"

Killer's hand on your cheek silenced you as he gently turned your head back to face him, his other hand already touching the clasps of his mask.

"You wouldn't be laughing at me, but with me. You can't possibly make me uncomfortable." He told you, the clasps clicking. "Besides, I want to hear you laugh. It's cute."

His mask lifted off in one clean movement, and sure enough, there were little reddened patches where the sunlight snuck through, tanning perfect little circles on his face. He looked so silly, and you gave in to the laughter he so desired to hear from you.

"You look like you've got pepperoni stuck on your face!" You giggled.

"Mmm, then I hope my kisses taste delicious~" He hummed, scooping you up into his arms to steal a kiss from you, melting as your giggles buzzed against his lips.

Looking a little silly and sunburnt was worth it just to hear your joy.

#one piece x reader #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #x reader #*snorts and cackles*#too damn cute #gods I love those men #eustass kid

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nesting partners (penguin x reader)

happy birthday penguin!!! this was originally written for my sweet friend @queenmimi2817, but she has graciously allowed me to share this with all of you! <3

masterlist || commissions

cw: suggestive content, established relationship, fluff

tagging: @guilty-sugar @willowbelle @eelnoise @fanaticsnail @indydonuts

As Penguin paces back and forth along the rocky beach for what must be the seventeenth time, Shachi sighs in annoyance. “It’s just a rock, Pen, pick one already!” he complains, exasperated. Penguin huffs and doesn’t respond, his eyes glued to the ground. Despite his friend’s claim, this was not just a rock—it might be dorky and silly of him to be searching for the smoothest, most circular rock he can find, but after you had brought up the fact that real penguins propose to their mates with a carefully selected pebble, he just couldn’t get the idea out of his head.

And then he spots it in the corner of his eye, slightly darkened from a wave crashing over it. It’s nearly spherical, and completely grey, with no dings or dents or discolorations; he knows, deep in his bones that this is the rock that’s meant for you, the one you deserve, that will demonstrate just how serious he is about you. He holds it in the palm of his hand, smiling softly to himself while Shachi rolls his eyes from underneath his sunglasses; while he was happy for his friend and thought the two of you were a very cute couple, Penguin’s lovesickness admittedly drove him nuts at times, especially when his own love life was nothing to write home about by comparison. As the pair makes their way up the beach, Penguin brimming with excitement and nerves, they spot your figure running towards them; Shachi waves you over while Penguin straightens his back and hides his hand behind his back, wanting to keep his gift for you a surprise.

But surprisingly, you beat him to the punch.

“I made something for you, Pen!” you exclaim, holding out a wide, flat rock in your hand. The stone itself has imperfections, but you had adorned it with a tiny miniature painting of two penguins holding hands, with small pink hearts around them. Penguin’s jaw drops in surprise, touched that you spent the time making him such a thoughtful gift.

“I love it—yours makes mine look a bit lame, though.” he says sheepishly as he holds out his own rock, despite the lack of a painted personal touch, you excitedly snatch it up all the same, marveling at just how smooth and round the pebble is.

“It’s perfect! Thank you—I love you so, so much!” you say gleefully, throwing yourself into his arms and standing up on your toes to kiss him. He accepts the affection readily, cupping your face and curling an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss, on cloud nine and without a care in the world—to the point that he seemingly forgets Shachi is still standing right beside the two of you.

“Gross. I’m headed back to the inn.” he teases, though his jaw clenches in mild annoyance as he walks up the steep path towards the coastal lodging the crew was staying at. However, as he realizes everyone else is hastily packing their belongings and heading back to the Polar Tang, his lips curl into a smirk as he resolves to mess with his two friends who were so obnoxiously smitten with each other—and so when Law asks him where the two of you are once he gets back to the submarine, Shachi simply shrugs.

“I told them we were leaving soon—they must not have been listening.” he laments with feigned annoyance as he attempts to hide the smirk on his face. Impatient as usual, especially when trying to keep a strict time schedule, Law doesn’t wait much longer before disembarking and heading back towards the inn himself, with strict orders to the rest of the crew to stay in place and prepare for departure.

Though when he gets back to the inn and swings open Penguin’s door, a terse lecture on the tip of his tongue, he admittedly wasn’t prepared to see the two of you in such an intimate position, lips locked heatedly together; one of Penguin’s hands is grabbing at your breast while the other is around his cock, lining his head up with your entrance—that is, until you notice someone else is in the room with them, and you snap apart, a small scream of shock leaving both of your mouths.

“You two really couldn’t have done this back on the submarine?” Law asks, beyond exasperated; his tone is even, but a bright red flush creeps into his cheeks.

“Fuck—sorry, Captain!” Penguin squeaks out, his face burning red as he shoves his cock back into his boxers and zips his boiler suit up; you scramble to pull your shirt down and position the sheets over your lower half, heart racing with embarrassment from getting caught in the act.

“Don’t worry—I’m not looking.” Law says to you dryly as he rolls his eyes in an attempt to diffuse the situation, though he’s not quite sure if anything can make the awkwardness hanging in the air any less painful. Eyes glued to the corner of the room while the two of you get dressed, he regains his composure and authoritative tone. “We were supposed to depart an hour ago. Shachi said that you guys knew and still didn’t show up.” he says, annoyed.

“Huh? He didn’t say anything to either of us about that.” you say, confused and thankfully fully clothed as you tilt your head.

Law lets out a sigh as the pieces click together, irked that Shachi had pulled the wool over his eyes in order to mess with all three of you. “I don’t care about your excuses, you should’ve been on the ship at half-past two.” he says stubbornly, scowling at both of you as you hurriedly shove all of your belongings into your bags.

The walk back to the Polar Tang is still tense and awkward, though Law tries to break up the thick tension in the air by asking about the rocks that both of you were fidgeting with. Excitedly, your embarrassment washes away as you tell him all about the mating habits of penguins, and how now that the two of you have gotten rocks for each other, you’re now ‘penguin married’—whatever that means.

“Tch—you guys are dorks.” he chuckles in response as you board the submarine. The three of you move to head towards your assigned stations, but Law’s voice stops both of you dead in your tracks.

“Penguin—” Law says, waving him over, silently dismissing you.

“Yes, Captain?” Penguin asks, a bit of hesitation in his voice.

“Use protection next time. The last thing we need on the Polar Tang is a baby running around.” he says, attempting to keep a serious tone, but near the end of his statement he can’t hide the smug smirk that creeps onto his face, nor the small chuckle he lets out when Penguin turns beet red and mumbles an embarrassed “Yes, Captain.” under his breath.

#one piece x reader #penguin x reader #x reader #penguin op #this was so damn cute #could I just cuddle him and slam the door in Law's face please #boy get out and mind yo business

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

Part Five

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment

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

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You woke much later in the morning than usual, an indication of how drained you’d been from the turbulent night before. You were hesitant to reach for your phone, anxious as to what would be waiting for you. As you considered what seemed to be endless possibilities, your mind wandered to the conversation you’d had with Hip on the way home. In the clarity of a new day, you debated the efficacy of him leading you on and if you really had fallen victim to the wishful thinking that things were any different between the two of you than they’d been with his other partners.

Needing something to break you from the spiraling of your mind, you defaulted to checking your notifications. You weren’t exactly settled on your expectations, but hundreds of missed calls and texts from Kidd wasn’t what you’d imagined at all. It was obvious that many of them were sent while he was still inebriated, the overwhelming majority containing jumbled letters and parts of words with very little coherency. The most recent message was sent only a few hours prior, hoping that you’d made it home safely and that he felt like an ass for how he treated you.

It wasn’t the most refined apology, but it was an apology that was genuine by his standards. Much of your lingering anger had dissipated as you slept and while you didn’t want to relent so easily as his behavior was admittedly ridiculous, you also couldn’t deny the intensifying feeling of need as you thought about his innumerable attempts to contact you through the night. Resolving not to have the much needed discussion over text, you simply replied that you hoped he wasn’t too sick when he woke up. Not even a minute later, your phone buzzed in your hand with an incoming call from Kidd himself.

“Hey… Are you, uh… alright?”, his voice was gravely and sounded incredibly groggy.

“I’m fine.”, you tried to maintain at least a little bit of a chip on your shoulder, “I know that I at least feel better than you do.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty fucked up at the moment but that’s not why I called.”, he replied, carefully considering how he should address the obvious issue at hand, “I was wondering if you’d be alright with me coming over? I was such an asshole last night… We can talk about it or you can beat my ass, whatever’ll make you feel better.”

You did your best to stifle the giggle that broke past your lips. This wasn’t a laughing matter but you couldn’t deny that just talking to him with some semblance of normalcy was cathartic. You’d never experienced something like this before, the dichotomy of him exploding on you only to turn around and be so sweet about his indiscretions was clouding your judgement. He’d disrespected your boundaries and ruined what was supposed to be a fun night out which was cause for a much needed conversation about how something like that can never happen again, but you so desperately wanted to return to how great things were prior to the previous night.

“Alright, that’s fine.”, you replied simply, yearning for him to be at your doorstep already but not yet wanting your affection to be known, “Be careful and I’ll see you when you get here.”

He thanked you, which was admittedly comical, and ended the call to get himself presentable enough to face you. You waited for him very impatiently, an unwanted feeling of remorse creeping through your stomach as you thought over last night’s events for the thousandth time. His sudden change in demeanor was a lot to process and while you knew it was unacceptable, you found yourself making excuses for him. The situation was contextualized much differently after Hip informed you of what had happened with his last partner. You knew that he was interested you to at least some meaningful degree, but he could’ve very well still been struggling with grief.

You practically ran to the door when you heard knocking, pausing yourself for just a moment in an attempt to make it seem like you hadn’t been anticipating his arrival. Swinging the door open, you were greeted by a very fatigued Kidd. He’d brought pizza for the two of you with something wrapped very poorly in packing paper sitting on top of the boxes. His face softened when you greeted him, the sharpness of his golden eyes and the ghastly scars that littered his face were adorned in stark contrast to his expression. He wordlessly kicked off his shoes and placed the food on the small table sat just in front of your couch. When he turned back around, the two of you just looked at each other as he searched for any sign of emotion on your face.

He wasn’t used to this, especially not after having one of his blowups. He’d fully expected to walk into you telling him how much of a fuck up he was and how much better other people treated you. In fact, your calm demeanor was exponentially more anxiety inducing for him as he couldn’t gauge your thoughts or feelings. He was undoubtedly grateful that you’d even replied to him in the first place, but he was still waiting for what he’d resolved to be an inevitable fight. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment that you opened your arms to him, motioning your hands inward to signify that you wanted a hug. He was beyond floored and felt something akin to sadness plant an excruciatingly heavy weight in his chest. As his strong arms wrapped themselves around you, you rested your head against him to get as close as possible.

You felt your eyes begin to burn as you settled in his embrace and despite your best attempts to prevent yourself from being unnecessarily emotional, you sobbed against him. He felt even worse now than he did when he’d woken up and fully realized what he’d done, this was not at all what he’d imagined or prepared himself for. He took a few steps back and brought you both down to rest on the couch, feeling his own eyes begin to sting while he did his best to comfort you. Just as quickly as your tears had formed and fell, they subsided and your breathing returned to normal. As much as you relished being against him, you also didn’t want to suffocate him or overburden an already intense meeting. When you released your grip in order to sit up straight, he tightened his hold and peppered kisses to your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). You didn’t deserve that… I don’t even know why the fuck I acted like that.”, he started to explain himself, all the while keeping you pressed against him, “It’s not an excuse… I think I drank too much, too fast. It hit me all at once and it was my own damn fault.”

“I’m sorry too, Kidd. I-“, you started to reciprocate, only to have him shush you.

“Don’t fuckin’ apologize, I’m the dickhead here.”, you couldn’t help but crack a grin at his choice of words, always rough but so characteristic of him, “You can slap me, punch me, whatever you feel like you need to do, I deserve it.”

“I don’t want to slap you and I don’t want to punch you, just hearing you apologize is enough.”, you tilted your head to face him, “Thank you for coming to talk, I was worried I’d never hear from you again after all of that… Let’s just move on from it.”

He stared down at you very intently, perplexed as to why you’d be so quickly forgiving of something so awful. It wasn’t like he wanted you to be upset and he certainly didn’t want to fight, but that was the only way these things had ever gone for him in the past. He wasn’t used to someone being so willingly accepting of his flaws and it was jarring. He sat up after a moment, retrieving the wrapped item that rested on the top of the pizza boxes.

“This is for you.”, he placed the haphazardly packaged item in your hands, “I wanted to do something a little more than just bringing food so I made it for you.”

As you unraveled the crumpled brown paper, a flower welded out of wire, nuts, and bolts slid into your hand. Your heart swelled as you pictured him hunkered over a workbench, sick from partying the night before but wanting to make something that he thought you’d like. You clutched the metal daisy and flung your arms around his neck, spontaneously kissing him on the lips as a way to show how much you loved his gift.

“It’s so cute, I love it so much.”, you praised, the reddening of his ears and cheeks not going unnoticed.

“It’ll never wilt.”, he commented while refusing to meet your eyes, embarrassed at how sappy his little visit had become, “Let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

You retrieved drinks and plates for the two of you, opting to put some music on to fill the silence in the room. As order returned to your relationship, you couldn’t help but compare Kidd’s actions to the warning Hip had given you. If he were really leading you on, why would he have gone as far as to spend time handcrafting you an item out of materials that would’ve otherwise been put to greater use in his work? Kidd sighed in contentment after getting full, pulling you away from the pit of your thoughts.

“I have a hard time dealing with things sometimes.”, he blurted out, slightly surprising you as you thought that part of the conversation was over, “I don’t really know what it is and I’m not trying to make excuses, I just fuckin’ struggle sometimes… I always know when it’s coming and I hate that feeling.”

“I hope that you never have to feel that way again but if you do, maybe you can let me know next time. I’d do anything that I could to help you through it… this might be a little soon and you don’t have to say it back, but I love you.”, you admitted to him, allowing yourself to be vulnerable alongside him, “I don’t ever want something like that to be our end, I think I’d work through just about anything you needed us to.”

“Going all soft on me now, huh?”, he teased, not able to contain the prideful smile on his face as he squeezed you against him, “I love you too, (Y/N)… Thank you for this.”

“Ugh, quit thanking me and rub my back already.”, you teased next, wanting to continue lifting the heavy weight of the afternoon.

“Oh, I see how it is.”, he rolled his eyes while massaging his fingertips into your tense muscles, “You tell me you love me just to have me wrapped around your finger.”

“That’s right.”, you giggled, “So, did Killer have a good time?”

“Hell, he was sicker than I was this morning.”, Kidd laughed a bit, “He had a great time, but I don’t think he remembers much of it.”

As you relaxed underneath Kidd’s hands, head planted on his warm chest, you thought about the intense dissonance that separated your time with him the night prior and your time with him now. You couldn’t wait to wake up in his arms, reveling in his sleepy voice and messy hair. You loved those soft and insignificant moments with him, they might’ve been short lived but they always felt like you were seeing the core of Kidd as a person. Despite your undeniably strong affection for him, Hip’s concerns remained in the background. You fought against them and tried to push them away as the situation seemed to be bettering itself but a small, more logistical part of you begged to remind you of how quickly things could take a turn again.

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#what you won't ever find #one piece #kid pirates #eustass kid #x reader #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #massacre soldier killer #I feel like not talking about that was more of a red flag than the thing happening to begin with?#idk maybe it's just me #but I would have much more of a chat about how we would be in public and like are we even a couple?#this honestly takes me back to a relationship I was in years ago #I forgave way too easily and never had the hard conversations #it all ended so badly #yet here I am reading and loving this #maybe this is what I should talk about in therapy this week lmao

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

Part Four

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment

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

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The weeks following your intimate morning with Kidd were filled with many more spent together, the quality time working to greatly substantiate the connection between the two of you. You were pleased with how open he’d been with you, often turning to heavy talking points late in the evening or early in the morning. You’d learned a lot about him, his personality, and how his friends functioned more like family. You assumed that he’d want to be exponentially more physical after that morning, but he seemed to value your company no matter the level of intimacy. It was refreshing and in great contrast to the way he’d made himself seem the night you’d first met. There were times when it felt like he treated you the same as he treated Killer, a trusted confidant but not by the usual implications that come with the addition of a lover.

Speaking of Killer, Kidd had mentioned that his birthday was coming up and they’d decided to have his party at the bar. From what you’d been told, they were known for throwing the occasional rager but it’d been a while since the last event. Kidd offered to drive, asserting that he’d pick you up so that the two of you could arrive together. He’d carefully maneuvered around the detail that Hip would be in attendance with the rest of their friend group, a fact that he knew would cause unnecessary worry.

He’d kept his word, arriving at your agreed upon time and unleashing a relentless barrage of compliments at how good you looked all dressed up for him. Being in his car surrounded by the scent of cologne mixed with the ever present undertone of metal from his job and a calloused hand lightly squeezing your thigh was working to solidify the ambiance of the evening. It’d been a while since the last time you’d went out with his group, a thought that was creeping in the back of your mind as he pulled into the lot. As always, a small number of them were postured outside the door smoking. You recognized Hip immediately as she was holding onto Mosh’s arm and smiling at Kidd’s arrival. The tint on his windows had made it impossible to see if anyone else was in the car, her face all but faltering when you stepped out alongside him.

It wasn’t an appropriate time or place to approach her, it was Killer’s night after all, but you wanted to break the tension so badly. You still weren’t sure what’d happened to cause her reluctance but nevertheless, it’d have to wait for another time. Kidd lead you to the door, greeting the group in passing but opting to get you inside. A cake was decorated and placed on a table in the middle of the room with balloon themed plates, the bar otherwise looking like its usual self. It seemed like the others were only holding back in lieu of Kidd’s arrival, immediately pouring shots and tipping them back one after another. You refrained from the festivities, hoping to provide the two of you a safe way home at the end of the night.

Killer seemed to be having a great time, which made you happy. The cake was left entirely ignored which made you laugh, they were far too wrapped up in their own antics to even begin the process of lighting candles. Kidd seemed to take notice of your amused face, snaking a hand over your waist and trailing to knead the plush of your hip. The sudden affection wasn’t unwelcome but it was admittedly uncomfortable in front of his friends. You gently removed his hand, attempting to place a quick peck on his lips to satiate him when he drunkenly stumbled until your back was against the top bar. Your hands instinctively met his chest, firmly pushing him back in an attempt to stop the barrage of kisses he was aiming to litter across your neck. The scent of liquor was intense and you could feel patches of lipstick being smeared across your skin by his imprecise movements. He groaned in annoyance when you used the leverage on his chest to push yourself away, effectively freeing yourself from his grasp.

“Not right now…”, you said in a stern but calm tone, aiming to diffuse the situation and redirect his attention back to his people.

“Goddammit (Y/N)!”, he yelled out rather loudly, taking you and several others by surprise, “You’re not drinking, you won’t kiss me, what the fuck? Why are you even here?”

Shock coursed through your body like fire, your ears burning as anger and embarrassment crested within you. This was your first time out as some undefined semblance of a couple, even more pressing that the night was supposed to be focused on Killer but Kidd was making a scene out of the two of you. You stood totally frozen as he stalked his way to the other side of the top bar, seeming to reintegrate with his crew just as quickly as he’d blown up. Everyone refused to look at you and you began to feel totally out of place, just like the first time you’d met. You knew that his actions were the result of the alcohol, but it didn’t ease any of the feelings hurt by his behavior. It was too much and with no one to turn to, you opted to just leave. It seemed like the best option as it would preserve the remainder of Killer’s birthday and give Kidd time to sober up.

As you reached the edge of where the parking lot met the main road, you listlessly scrolled through your contacts in search of someone who might be able to pick you up. You heard the door of the bar be thrown open and slammed shut. You couldn’t turn to face whoever it was, far too focused on keeping yourself together and preventing the already welling tears from falling. Footsteps that were far too light to be Kidd’s drew closer, stopping when they reached your immediate proximity.

“Are you alright?”, the voice was familiar, one that you hadn’t heard in a while.

Hip had a sad smile on her face, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your back. Her presence caused a whiplash of emotions. She’d been avoiding you consistently for so long that you’d long considered your friendship to be over.

“I will be.”, you answered honestly, feeling no need to mask your feelings, “I think I should just go… This night was supposed to be for Killer and we can’t talk while he’s drunk anyway.”

“I can take you home… I mean, if you’d be comfortable with that.”, Hip offered with hopeful eyes, appearing very genuine in her concern for your wellbeing.

You felt a sense of reluctance but accepted in spite of the awkwardness, feeling a sick sense of nostalgia washing over you as you sunk into her passenger seat. This was a disgustingly familiar experience, all too closely resembling the night she’d first convinced you to meet her and her friends at the establishment. Both nights revolved around Kidd’s actions, only occurring in drastic dissonance from one another.

“I know this probably isn’t the best time, but I’m sorry for being so distant.”, Hip broke the silence that had settled between the two of you, “I don’t regret bringing you to meet everyone but I have to be honest, I didn’t know what to do when Kidd told us he was interested in you.”

“What do you mean?”, you asked, her confession entirely too perplexing and not exactly helping you feel any better about the situation at hand.

“He is completely unconnected from his feelings and has a tendency to string his partners along. I’ve watched it happen so many damn times and I know it’s not something that he sets out to do, but something like what happened tonight is almost always inevitable. He starts fucking someone and let’s it go way too far.”, she explained as a feeling akin to repulsion bubbled beneath your skin, “I didn’t want you to end up in that position with him, but I didn’t know how to tell you without coming off like I just didn’t want the two of you to be together. I love Kidd, he’s a great friend and a great person, he just isn’t great in a relationship.”

“I care about Kidd a lot and I have to be honest Hip, gratification isn’t a major focus in our relationship. We’ve spent a hell of a lot more time getting to know each other and just enjoying each other’s company. I know that I don’t know him like you do, but I would be hard pressed to think that all of this has meant nothing to him.”, you stood your ground against her concerns, despite his actions you still believed that he cared for you in a meaningful way.

Her best efforts to not come across as abrasive were failing. You weren’t completely opposed to the idea that some of her words held merit but it was no easy feat to even slightly consider the possibility that Kidd wasn’t as interested in you as he’d led on. Not only had the two of you forged a physical connection, you’d also shared very intimate details of your pasts and what you’d both like to see in the future. You were always happy to listen to him and it felt like you’d gotten to know parts of him that no one else ever had.

“Has he ever mentioned Victoria?”, Hip asked after several quiet minutes.

“No, he hasn’t.”, your chest tightened with the realization you might not have actually known him as well as you’d thought, “Who’s Victoria?”

“She was Kidd’s girlfriend a long time ago and they didn’t work out.”, Hip explained, “Not long after they broke up, she got in an accident and… She didn’t make it.”

You sat silently, trying to make sense of what Hip was saying. That was one hell of a detail of his life that Kidd had never mentioned. He’d lightly brought up his past experiences with partners who just weren’t compatible, but not at all something as major as a love lost.

“It happened a few years ago… He’s never really been the same since. He still hangs out with the group, but it’s only because we were around before Victoria. If we weren’t, he would’ve pushed us all away too.”, Hip continued, “He and Killer have known each other their whole lives so he’s the exception but I’m telling you, I know he wouldn’t have anything to do with us otherwise.”

“You have to understand that It’s hard for me to even begin thinking that way. He’s only ever had nice things to say and has made it a point that he’s wanted to spend more time with all of you.”, you defended him, beginning to wonder if it wasn’t just a way to reassure yourself, “Just the other day, he was telling me about how excited he was for tonight because it’d been a while since the last time your whole group was together under the same roof.”

“I don’t know… I’m sorry this is all so heavy, I just felt like telling you was the right thing to do. I don’t want you to be hurt in the process of Kidd trying to figure his own shit out. Like I’ve said before, he’s a great friend, but that’s as far as I can defend his character.”, she reiterated her point as she pulled into your driveway.

“Thanks for bringing me home, I appreciate it.”, you thanked her rather awkwardly, still fighting the lingering twinges of anger from the immense doubt she displayed in response to your relationship with Kidd.

“You’re welcome.”, she reciprocated as you stepped out of the car, “I know everything I’ve said has been hard to hear, just please think long and hard about what you want and what you won’t ever find with him. I hate to say it, but I’ve seen this happen too many times before.”

“Goodnight Hip.”, you dismissed her and carried yourself inside, running over every detail of what she’d said.

What you wanted was as a future with him in it, no matter what that may look like. As much as you loathed the attribution, there was at least some tangibility to her words when considering the events of the night. You were certainly hurt and saddened by his actions, but that didn’t mean you weren’t willing to work through the rough patch with him. If he was only stringing you along, he had a particularly sick and twisted way of doing it. What would be the point of pouring the most intimate details of his life into you, only to walk away when he was bored?

You couldn’t ignore what Hip had revealed about Victoria, but you wished Kidd had just told you himself. He might not have been ready or known how to tell you, it was a very traumatic event and one that involved an ex-partner which wasn’t particularly suited to your own developing relationship afterall. By the time you’d reached the comfort of your bed, exhaustion had pronounced itself and immediately took hold when your head hit the pillow. You slept through the incessant buzzing of your cellphone as an innumerable amount of texts and calls flooded in throughout the night, all coming from the same person.

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#what you won't ever find #one piece #kid pirates #eustass kid #x reader #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #massacre soldier killer #dun dun DUN #I wonder who was calling #tehehe

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He’s So Nasty 🫣😮‍💨

*Old author's note: Wrote this awhile back while I was on my flo so I was a horny monster lol!*

*New author's note: Old work from my deleted blog but once again sooooooo hype that I found it again cause the He's So...Series was a banger and I never finished it but now that I found it I definitely have too lol*

This is the One Piece Hunks as some nasty men! I’m listing lots of warnings so don’t come for me saying it’s gross keep going scroll to the next one please ! Some messy kinks up ahead lol 😂

Part 2 of the “He’s So…” Mini series I’m doing

Part 1 “He’s So Mean”

⚠️18+! MINORS DO NOT ENTER! 18+!⚠️

Warnings:

Spit Kink (first section)

Cum Kink (section 2) daddy kink! Mating! Breeding kink! Mating season Drake!! Hybrid sex! Misuse of d.f. Powers ! Biting kink! Slight blood kink!

MENSTRUAL SEX! (For section 3 & 4) Oral Sex While on MENSTRUAL! Serious Blood Kink! Fingering! Bathtub Sex! Pet names! Praise Kink! Degradation! Dom/Sub! Spit Kink!

PISS PLAY!!! IN THE BOTTOM SECTION!! Femdom!! Nasty boy Barto!! Voyeur Kink! Pet play ! Collar kink! Dom/sub!

Characters: Bartolomeo! Monkey D. Luffy! Doflamingo! Shanks! Zoro! Eustass Kid! X Drake! Marco! Gol D. Roger!

Drooling on Him

They all think you look so pretty when you’re a drooling whimpering shell of yourself.

“So messy.” They’d say looking down at you with a big grin so full of pride.

They love seeing you slobber on their cocks, the look of shock when they’re cumming deep down your throat without warning. The feeling so good and the tears you give them as you choke was such a rewarding experience for them.

They were more than mean, they were nasty.

Finding pleasure in the tears that sprung to your eyes from the coughing fit and deep gag your throat gave at the force.

Drool, tears and his spilled seed flowed down your cheeks beautifully, it was like artwork.

Barto

🤍Bartolomeo basked at the cum seeping from your lips making him lick his own before smashing them into yours. Tongues and teeth clashing as he forced his seed down your throat. Saliva creating a cocktail that he couldn’t get enough of.

Hands ripping at your panties so he could get ready to have you hop on for the main event. Barto was a sucker for overstimulating and with how good you looked he needed it right now.

“Spit on my cock again.”

Doflamingo

🤍 Doflamingo’s hand caressed your cheek in what almost seemed like love for such a deranged man. Stopping when he got to your lips, thumb opening your mouth without resistance. “Mmm.” Doffy would hum at your pathetic attempts to swallow his privileged semen.

“I think you know what this means don’t you.” He was calm, too calm before suddenly long fingers shoved down your throat gagging you. Other hand shoving his long fingers in your wet pussy to start a brutal pace. “Mhmph! Do~ffy ”Your moan would break due to the long appendages, eyes rolling from the brush of his thumb on your clit.

“Sorry what was that whore? I couldn’t hear you with that filthy mouth of yours so full.” Doflamingo gave a laugh that sent chills down your spine, pussy squeezing his fingers shamelessly as your eyes rolled back. “Maybe you should’ve swallowed like you were told.”

Luffy

🤍 “Aye~ Mami~ you’re making a mess.” Luffy would taunt as he’d shove the dripping cum and spit back into your already full mouth. His wide smile looking anything but joyful as you gagged around his fingers. Spit and cum falling more for your wicked Captain who pulled you into his lap.

“If your mouth can’t handle it maybe we should try down here instead.” Luffy’s smirk that you loved so much made you whimper around his fingers. Cock pressing the wet spot on your drenched panties causing him to groan with his head back.

One hand quickly moving your panties to the side with an impatient huff. Luffy moved the fingers from your mouth to rub at your cunt getting you ready for his already hard cock. It was practically bouncing to get inside your tight dripping pussy. He couldn’t help but whine at the feel, “I love how wet both your lips get mami~”

Shanks

🤍“Sorry baby guess I couldn’t help myself.” Shanks would smirk at your wrecked expression, petting your head gently as he stood up to tower over your kneeled form.

“Don’t worry I’ll make it up to’ya. Get on the bed baby and I’ll show ya.” Outstretching his hand with a wink you gulped when you noticed his cock twitch. “So… are you ready to be on bed rest tomorrow?”

Taking his hand with a loud laugh and an eye roll he lifted you up. “Okay, big fella! Just cause you wrecked my face, doesn’t mean you can destroy this pussy.” Slapping you on the ass with a light chuckle, “That sounds like a challenge to me doll!”

Zoro

🤍“Open your mouth.” Zoro would growl to see the evidence and scuff at your lack of success. Leaning down to spit in your open mouth making you whimper.

“Wasted it. Now you can do it again.” He’d hiss out making your pussy tingle as his hand stroked his thick cock. “Better not waste this batch. Got it!”

He wasn’t looking for an answer by the way he gripped your hair to push your lips back on his growing length. “Swallow everything this time. You should know when I’m gonna come by now. Guess you’re my dummy cock slut, huh?”

X Drake

🤍“W-wow you actually look pretty cute like this.” Drake would stutter out as his giant hand cupped your face wiping your tears.

“Think you can go again for me?” He’d question crouching down to nip at your ear gently causing you to shiver. “No one else can do it like you baby. You know I like it sloppy.”

🤍Kidd🤍

“You look like a total cum slut right now! It’s insane…but fuck- it’s so hot!” Kidd would laugh at you making you squirm on your legs uncomfortably until he scooped you up.

Winking at your cute shocked expression before he tossed you on the bed like a ruined rag doll. “Okay! Time to mess that pussy up!” Your eyes nearly popped out as he literally jumped on you causing you to shriek, “Eustass-!”

“Fuck yeah baby! Say my name!”

Marco

“Oh what happened little dove~?” His deep voice cooed in your ear when he crouched down like a tempting song bird, “Can’t handle the medicine your doctor gives you?”

Words of silk wrapping your dirty form made you whimper only for him to shush you sweetly. Finger pressing against your cum stained lips keeping you quiet.

“It’s alright baby bird I gotcha. You did well but I think it’s time for my snack. Don’t you think?”

Gol D Roger

“Aye sorry lass. Could ya blame a guy though?” A boisterous laugh made you glare up with a pout that he only found cute. Hoisting you into his arms for a deep kiss to forgive him. Nearly taking your breath away as his large hands groped at your breast and anywhere he could. Fingers twirling and twisting your sensitive nipples till you were shaking.

“It’s just so hard seeing you get all enthusiastic about it! A man can’t help but get a little carried away with a throat that good.” Laying down on his back he pushed you toward his face with with wink, “Its okay you can get some pay back dear and don’t go easy on me.”

Marco, X Drake & Luffy

The Feral Ones that need to breed you because it’s in their zoan dna. Pulling your hips back to meet every powerful thrust of their thick cock in your tight pussy.

Mark your skin with love bites and playful nips, “Can’t stop baby~ fuck~ you feel so good.” The deep moan they let out made your pussy quiver, moans of your own pleasure following behind. Nails like claws keeping your body in place, legs pushed back for mating. “Have to fill you!”

“Need to fill you.” They practically growl as they bite into your neck. “Yes yes yes! Please cum in me!” They’ll have you screaming out for their potent load. Whether it’s in you or covering your body like a piece of art, you beg for it. “You belong to me-every inch of you.”

Load after load they’re filling your slutty pussy like their own personal cum dumps, no care in the world.

For the ones that can shift… trust me they’ll shift for sure.

Marco would use his heat to burn your clothes, talons to hold you down or his wings to shield you from public touches. Smirking as you sit on his lap wrapped in wings of fire, “She’s just cold.” He would say smoothly, not an ounce of wavering.

Really he just couldn’t contain the need to breed your cunt every chance he got. Especially with his brothers flirting with you just to make him jealous. They thought it didn’t work because of his casual expression, but your creaming pussy behind his shield like wings would beg to differ. “Better keep it down, yoi~”

Marco knew his deep voice sent chills down your spine, further playing into the cold scenario. Forcing him to pull you further down onto his girthy cock, wings wrapping tighter like heating pads. When he’s painting the inside of your cunt white, he warms you inside and out making you whine.

Taking the little noise you let out as an opportunity he will taunt you even more, “Awe~ must have a fever birdie~. I should take you to the infirmary and give you a proper check up.”

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Drake using you as his custom little fleshlight during his mating season leaving you like jelly. “Fuck you’re pussy’s all mine! All mine! I’ll fuck you so full you’ll have no choice but to carry my kids.”

Teeth sharper than a humans biting at your neck drawing small drops of blood. Hushing your whimpers away as he sucked on the mark, kissing it softly after. “Shhh~ I know you can be a good mate for me~ take daddy’s cock like a good girl okay.”

Your cunt stretching along with his body growing, no choice but to take the monstrous cock for breeding. “Such a good breeding hole baby~” Drake can definitely get carried away when it comes to his cum, filling your belly till it bulges.

Rearranging your insides with his girth till your body went numb covered in spit and cum just how he liked you. Different positions till he has your legs thrown over his huge arms with your back against his scaly chest. Lifting you like a pocket pussy onto his cock till he had you squirting again.

Zoro, Eustass Kidd & Doflamingo

When bloodlust calls and they need to see their hands stained with blood that’s from something other than death. Your pussy sensitive, dripping from your monthly & mixing with your cum.

“Red looks good on you.” Their taunting voice rings in your ears, but you’re to far gone to care. Bolts of ecstasy shooting throughout your body from where his fingers curled into your soaked sex.

“Oh fuck!” You scream out arching your back, your breast pressing against his rock hard chest. Hovering above you like a powerful lion waiting to devour you.

Slowly descending down your body leaving you a shocked yet turned on mess. “W-what are you doing !?”

“Just trying to drink some red wine.”

The smug grin he gives before diving into your red ocean has you panting but ready for his wicked assault. “Shit~ Now that I’ve had you I’ll never get enough.” Moaning into your messy cunt making your shiver and scream. “Mmm~my messy girl~ fuck!” The vibrations of his deep voice against sensitive pussy had you cumming with a loud moan.

“G-gonna cum!” You cry out to them but the lust for your mixed cocktail is to much. The taste so different and intoxicating they have no choice but to make you cum multiple times more after that.

“Can’t get enough of my dirty girl~” His voice a teasing coo as he leaves a stained kiss on your thigh. Fingers dipping into your pussy for extra pleasure to join in on the fun.

You were so overstimulated and he was to pussy drunk to care about the mess. But oh well that’s what soap and water is for you can just burn the sheets you or toss’em no biggy.

Shanks & Gol D. Roger

The ones that just wanna help ease the pain by fucking you nice and slow. The loud squish of your extra lubricated pussy and the bath water making you flush from the lewdness.

“You feeling okay baby?” They’ll ask you softly with lips kissing along the side of your neck, fingers massaging your tender breasts.

“Yes! Please don’t stop~ it feels so good~” You whine out as you push yourself back onto his cock. Water from the tub warming your exterior with his cock heating you inside.

“Oh baby girl I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Strong hips fucking up into your cunt making you moan loudly, “Yes right there!” Eyes rolling back as the hot water and skilled fingers worked away the soreness.

Rubbing your lower back and hips till you were moaning with pleasure. Moving down to open your legs to make room to play with your clit. “No mess you make can ever be as bad as what I’ve seen love. You’re perfect doll~ so be good and cum for me.”

You scream out their name like a wonderful siren, drawing them further into your enchanting trap. “Thank you thank you~”

“My pleasure my lovely queen of the Red Sea.” Though they treated you like royalty during your monthly you weren’t completely safe from their teasing. Making you flustered beyond belief but that was life with a pirate like them.

Bartolomeo !!

The nastiest of them all, the one so pussy drunk he doesn’t want you to stop riding his massive cock. The one obsessed with the degradation you give him when he begs for it. Begs to be showered in your yellow liquids.

“E-ewe that’s so dirty! Just lemme get up real quick! I’ll be right back.” You say in disbelief trying to stand up from your cowgirl.

The look in his eyes is nothing but hungry lust, frenzied as he claws at your hips, “Yes! Yes Y/N! Fuck! I’m so dirty! Please! Please baby!”

You can’t lie, the relief you got from peeing was rather refreshing. The reward was good too when he picked you up in those strong arms of his to carry you to the bathroom. Fucking you senselessly in the shower till you were sobbing.

“Such a good nasty boy for me! So ~So good!”

“The best! Fuck! Only for you baby.” His sharp teeth pulled back in a wide grin that made your pussy clench. Biting into your neck and moaning when you squirt all over him.

Or !!!!!

When he walked in on you peeing and instantly got a hard on. With a man his size there was no covering up the reaction he had seeing you tickling away. Swallowing hard and slowly sinking to his knees like some kind of dog crawling towards you.

“P-please keep going…I wanna watch.” The puppy dog eyes he gave you had you biting your lip in contemplation. A pleading expressive look in his eyes for a front row seat of your private show. “Please Y/N~”

You swallowed hard and started to pee when his words caught you off guard again. “Open your legs a bit more baby.” His hand coming to gently rub your knee in reassurance.

Opening them a bit more slowly, you kept peeing, sighing at the relief you finally got from holding it. “Shit-that’s it baby.”

Long tongue coming to lick at his sharp teeth in hunger, “Fuck!” He cursed shakily when you finished. His eyes practically sparkled when he looked up at you with excitement.

“C-can I watch you again later?” With his position kneeling on the floor before you you couldn’t help but think he’d make a cute puppy.

That little spark inside you flared up and you couldn’t help but lean towards him. “Maybe I should get you a leash since you beg like a little puppy. Wanna be my little bitch boy and watch me pee again?” You smirked as he let out a moan.

The hand that gripped your knee clutched tightly as he spoke, “Watch it baby~ don’t make promises you can’t keep. You know I like it nasty.” He finished with that wicked toothy grin you loved so much.

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❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part five

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the overview. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: language, angst ✦ Spoiler: none

A/N: This back and forth of feelings is screaming; Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know? sorry guys I'm totally on the Arctic Monkeys ride lol. Also their vibe somehow suits Ace.

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! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

"All right you two, that sounds good. Y/n I'm firmly convinced that you'll come back with valuable information." The captain of the Whitebeard pirates leans back with a satisfied expression.

"But before you leave tomorrow, I have something special for you…" He waves a crew member over to you, who was standing at the side with a box in his hand. The young man in front of you opens the box and your eyes widen with a sparkle.

"These are small ear buds that you can use to communicate." Whitebeard says with a smile due to your childish reaction. Excited like a little girl, you examine your new technology.

That's so coooool!

"How did you get hold of them Father??!" You're surprised about the specific model. These aren't normal spy buds… These are long distance earbuds. No matter how far away you are from each other, you can keep in touch. It is also quite difficult to disrupt their connection... You are thrilled.

"Oh, that was easy. We just never needed it, until now." - "Hohoohoh that's so cool! Now I really feel like a spy!" You eagerly reach into the box. You put one bud in your ear and happily walk over to Ace to put the other one in his.

"Come on Ace, say something!" excitedly, you gently tap him on the shoulder. Ace blushes slightly as you get so close to him. He's a little uncomfortable in front of Whitebeard, and not just because he's giving you both a judgmental stare. Imagine how he would react if he knew what was going on between you two…

When you hear Ace's voice in that earbud, you have to pull yourself together not to squeal and fall into Whitebeard's arms instead.

"Thank you, Daddy!" You sit on his lap like a little girl while he pats your head with a warm grin.

Ace observes the close relationship between you and Whitebeard. He could swear you even look alike.

"Ace, listen to y/n… but in case something goes wrong, you're allowed to do whatever you think is right." - "You can count on me, pops!" He confidently points his thumb at his chest and you snort as you cross your arms in front of your chest. A little annoyed, you look up at your father.

"I don't need a guard!" You grimace in offense and Whitebeard bursts out laughing.

"I know you're strong…" His gaze softens and you let go a little. "I've often played with the idea of putting someone by your side. The fact that you've always traveled alone has never made me feel good, but I've never found the right one…" - "You softy…" You're bold but your cheeks turn pink.

You could never have dreamed that you would ever experience the love of a parent. Where would you be if not on the Moby Dick?

He ruffles your hair and you struggle a little weakly as you both share a laugh.

"So you're saying Ace is the right one for the job?" - "There is no doubt about that. I trust Ace and I would like you to do the same." - "Okay but only because it's you father…" You groan out a little defeated and jump off his lap.

Together, you and Ace walk back onto the deck and look at the island you've docked at.

"The show starts tomorrow morning Ace… Are you ready?" You rest your hands on the railing and look over at Ace, who is gazing into the sunset beside you. His eyes peer down at you from the corner of his eye.

"I was born ready." His confident grin looks promising. You're eager to see how he performs.

The next day arrives and you wake up before the alarm clock rings. Brushing your teeth in front of the mirror, you think about the fact that Doflamingo hopefully won't recognize you. Luckily for you, you wore a wig when you were undercover in Alabasta...

When you come out of the bathroom, you stop in your tracks because Marco is sitting in a chair in front of you. In your room.

"What are you doing here?" A little surprised at him, you sit down in front of your dressing table to get ready.

"Good morning to you too, little lass..." You raise your eyebrows and give a little snort. "Yeah yeah good morning, whatever…"

"I'm here to give you some advice." Marco starts talking without moving from his seat.

"Oh dear. Here we go again…" You say boredly as you put your hair up in a low bun. But Marco doesn't let it bother him and just keeps on talking.

"It's usually the case that when two people like each other, they end up together… Apparently you and Ace like each other soooo???" - "So what?" you turn around annoyed and raise your eyebrows. Marco groans out in a heavy voice.

"Are you two finally a couple and had a bit of a crisis or what's going on with you?" - "What makes you think we're a couple? We are definitely not together." You stop, caught off guard, as you pack your things.

"Well, the rest of us have eyes in our heads, you know… Additionally, Ace has been getting on my nerves with you since day one! Besides, you've more or less told me that you like him." Your ears perk up.

"Ah yeah? Ace has been getting on your nerves since day one?" a kind of evil smile settles on your lips.

"What did he wanted to know? What did he ask you?" You put your hands on your hips "Ah, so now you're getting curious?" Marco interlaces his fingers and you could swear you see amusement in his eyes.

"Yeah, what am I supposed to say now?" You roll your eyes. Marco already knows what's going on. Why is he bugging you like this?

"Of course I want to know what Ace asked…" You turn around. You don't want to show him the blush on your face.

"It's nice to know that the feelings aren't just one sided… you know…" - "Finally you spit it out… I thought I had to pull it out of your fucking nose…" Marco makes a relieved noise and you look at him with a disgusted expression.

"Eww that's gross." - "I mean that rhetorically, gosh."

You know exactly what he meant, but you stick your tongue out at him.

"Well, now that the cat's out of the bag, what do you want to tell me?"

You know Marco only means well, as always. Like when you once failed a mission and he gave you comfort or when you had an argument with Teach and he rushed to your aid. He's always been there for you, even when you were a newcomer to the pirate gang. He looked out for you like a brother.

"I'm pretty sure the feelings aren't one sided. Ace is crazy about you. At first I don't think he quite realized it himself, but he's come around to his feelings." He looks you up and down. "Not like someone certain in front of me…" You throw a shirt at him, which you were going to pack in your suitcase, and give him a death stare.

"You're annoying." Marco doesn't mind your attitude and starts talking again.

"You said you were the problem the other day?" You pause for a moment and sit down in another chair.

"Ace is great, but I've met some great men and where are they now? I just don't know if it's worth it…" A little ashamed, you look to the side and avoid eye contact. Marco is not exactly surprised. He was already expecting something like this.

He considers his next words carefully as he glances around your room. Whitebeard really means well with you, he thinks to himself. He gave you the biggest and 'nicest' room on the ship.

Nice is actually an understatement. A bed that looks as comfortable as it will be in reality. Bed sheets made of the finest cotton or most expensive silk.

One side of your room is completely covered with a beautiful and yet simple bookshelf and on one side is your desk and on the other side, opposite the desk, is a small sitting area.

Your dressing table was made especially for you by the same carpenter who made your weapons cabinet. You thought the details carved into the cabinet were so beautiful that you wanted the dressing table to be made by the same craftsman.

The cabinet was already in your room so you went to Whitebeard with your request and he immediately changed the destination of the Moby Dick and sailed to the craftsman's island.

The name would have been enough for you, but Whitebeard not only knows your worth, he loves you like his own flesh and blood. So he didn't hesitate and got you your dressing table straight away.

Marco seriously wonders what Whitebeard wouldn't do. He doubts that there is anything. Not even he himself has that luxury and he is the commander of the first division.

He even thinks that if Ace messes up with you, Whitebeard would kick him off the ship to make you happy again.

"You know y/n, sometimes you have to take the risk to know if it's worth it…" You groan and let your head fall back, running both hands over your face.

"Ace said something pretty similar to me." you grumble.

"You know what? I know you're right, but I haven't known Ace that long either... I need to trust him. You know, out there on my missions, I was always dealing with people who had stabbed you in the back. Maybe I'm a bit paranoid, but maybe that's not such a bad thing…"

You want to look strong in front of him. You get the feeling that he thinks you're scared. But you just know how men can be. You can get over the heartache, but not over the waste of time. Not about the fact that you trusted them with your heart and told them things you wouldn't have told anyone else.

Marco seems a little frustrated but knows that he can't push you any further.

"Just be aware that you might regret it." You snort a little scornfully at his words.

"Why." Your voice a little serious. What should YOU regret?

"I don't know…" He glances around at the ceiling and then looks directly into your eyes "Maybe Ace is getting involved in some flirting again. After all, he's not tied to anyone. Then what? Are you going to splash him with water again?" He grins at you with a knowing look.

You feel like you've been caught red-handed, but your grin widens.

"Oh, so you saw that?" You get up from your chair again as you need to pack a few more weapons.

"You're getting jealous y/n, so my advice is that if you can't admit your feelings, you shouldn't deepen them." That one hit home and you stop in your tracks.

He's right. You shouldn't intensify your feelings.

"You're going to be together for a while now so either you come back as a couple or I hope your feelings haven't grown. The last time you were completely alone, it was only half a night when something happened…" A little lost in thought, he spoke his last words and seemed to be thinking things over.

"What did you actually do that night after the pub? When Jozou and Whitey arrived drunkenly on the ship, they said that you two had left hours ago but you weren't on the ship when they arrived?" The heat went straight to your face as the images of that night came up and you stammered to yourself a little unsteadily.

"That's none of your business!" you yell at him as you put on a cute sun hat. Carrying two modest suitcases filled with weapons, equipment and clothing, you stride past him and head for your door. At the door, you gesture to the closed door and look at Marco expectantly.

"Would you be so kind as to open the door for me?"

Marco sighs a little but eventually gets up and holds the door open for you.

"Just promise to let me know if anything happens, okay?" He looks at you a little worriedly and it's hard to believe, but your facial features are softening.

"Yeah, sure."

Marco takes your suitcases from your hand and accompanies you to the deck of the Moby Dick.

It's a sunny and calm day, the breeze is light and you hold on to your hat so it doesn't fly off. There are already a few familiar faces on deck, just waiting to see you and Ace off. You are surprised that Ace is already there, he seems to be quite reliable after all.

Ace was still talking to a few of the other members and when he noticed you in the corner of his eye, he looked down at you in obvious surprise.

"You look so…" He stuttered a little when he saw you in your floral summer dress.

"…Unusual?" you finished his sentence. Your outfit is definitely very different from your actual style… You like to dress rather extravagantly, but today you're dressed like a fine little lady.

Ace still looks at you, somewhat enchanted.

"…No, no, no, rather cute." You raise your eyebrows with your mouth open as if you want to say something, but close your mouth again and walk past him without a word.

You say goodbye to your friends and walk over to Whitebeard, who is already waiting for you at the end to say goodbye.

Marco presses your suitcases into Ace's hands, who is still a little taken aback by the simple and sweet sight of you. You look like you're going on a beach vacation.

When Ace finally managed to say goodbye to everyone properly, he came sprinting up to you and Whitebeard.

"Okay you two! Are you ready to bring success to the Whitebeard pirates? Are you ready to be the key?" His eyes are on you. You are his key to success and it always feels good when he says this motivation speech.

Excited as if it's your first day at school, you nod at him. You always forget what a dangerous journey you are about to undertake because you are already looking forward to how proud your father will be when you return.

"Of course father!" He hums happily and offers you his hand to lift you into the small boat that will take you to the island.

Ace jumps into the boat and you don't miss his open shirt blowing in the wind.

"Hey Ace, I don't mind, but I think you should button up your shirt. Remember, we're simple people. Your muscles would just be a distraction…" You barely give him a glance as you check your make-up in a hand mirror, but the dark haired man is grinning up to both ears.

"Oh yeah, a distraction? To who?" He asks in a cheeky voice. You look up from your mirror with a raised eyebrow and he laughs teasingly at you while buttoning up his shirt.

You wave goodbye to the crew member who paddled you ashore and together you make your way to the small town.

Ace weighs the two suitcases in his hands and seems to be guessing.

"What have you all packed? The suitcases are damn heavy!" - "Just some things… Weapons, my equipment, which is important for missions like this, and of course my clothes." You're puzzled, as you'll probably be on a mission for a while, but you're not particularly surprised when you look at Ace, who only has a backpack on.

"Man, it feels like rocks."

Hope you liked it, see you <3

#no time for playing games #one piece #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #x reader #mdni #ahh why is Marco so cute as like big brother protector #this is gonna get electric

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