#captain kuro x reader

[tojiphile]

you want to say you hate him. your academic rival, your only competition for that number 1 spot in school. you’re at each other’s throats everyday, much to the amusement of your teachers and classmates. in reality? yes, it’s a competition, but you’re not fighting for valedictorian. you’re fighting to win that stupid bet you made: whoever tops the school gets to fuck the other.

so when you waltz up on stage to reap the fruits of your labour, you can’t help but meet the his steely gaze. you shoot him a cheeky wave and laugh internally when his jaw tightens.

“f— fuck you!” he spits, pushing his spectacles up. he really tries his best to be silent, but a desperate whine escapes his lips and his knees buckle as you stuff his tight hole with your 7” neon pink strap on, fucking him into his bedroom wall.

“that’s what i’m tryin’ to do baby doll,” you coo, pushing your hair away from your face, “if you just, shut— up!”

you give his perky ass a hard smack and he can’t help but jump at the impact, grinding his hips into yours. not just a smartass, you note, covering your own mouth to stifle a giggle.

you love seeing him like this. his ears burn a furious shade of red, his usually perfectly-styled hair messed up and sweaty. and god, he makes the most pornographic sounds, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. he presses his palms against the wall, trying his best to hold himself up as you thrust into him, motivated by his babbling.

“‘s too much, i can’t— oh!” he gasps as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, running your thumb across his sensitive slit, leaking with precum. “fuuuuuck!”

it hits him all at once.

“i’m c—close, please— god, don’t stop, don’t stop!” he chokes, hot tears running down his face. any pretence of pride he had was thrown out the window as his hands balled into fists and he fucks himself on your strap, sinking down fully, whining and desperate.

“that’s it baby doll,” you murmur, “take it all.”

“ahhh— ‘m cumming, cumming, cum—” you feel his body convulse against yours, shockwaves sporadic and intense as you fuck him through his orgasm, strap mercilessly slamming into his g-spot. you jerk him off even as you feel him cum over your fist, a sticky warmth covering your palm.

you pull out of him with a squelch as you catch him before he collapses to the floor. his eyes are half-lidded, his glasses are crooked and he’s heaving as he tries to catch his breath. and he’s definitely still feeling the orgasmic high. you can’t help but feel a but smug, not only because of the mess you’ve made him into, but also because of how well he took your strap.

you lay him down on his bed, take off his glasses (you’re surprised he doesn’t stop you), clean them with the hem of your shirt, then place them on his bedside table, neatly folded.

you lay down next to him, opening your arms to offer a hug. he accepts, rolling over and getting on top of you, pressing his face into your chest.

“you’re mean…” he mutters, muffled by your boobs, “next time, i’m gonna be the one that fucks you.”

you smile. “game on.”

GOJO SATORU, okkutsu yuta, TSUKISHIMA KEI, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tendou satori, sanji, CHILDE, captain kuro, sawamura daichi, shirabu kenjiro, wanderer, thoma, geto suguru, miya osamu

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[soupbabe]

Unfit (OPLA! Klahadore/Kuro x Fat! Reader)

While Kaya offered up her expansive collection of clothes, Reader can't find something that fits them.

Self indulgent fic time babey!! It's been rough lately, I've really been wanting to write something like this.

Warnings: Insecure reader, lil bit of angst and out of character comfort from Klahadore<3

Standing alone in front of a mirror, you frowned. You're sure Kaya had good intentions in providing you and your crew nicer clothes. Her wardrobe is so big that you can't blame her when she insisted that you'd find something. Yet, her kind words didn't stop the growing pile of pants you couldn't button all the way next to you. Taking a deep, but shakey breath, you took off the piece of clothing and added it to the neatly folded stack that hid behind a privacy screen. The evening was supposed to be fun, easy. All you had to do was be on your best behavior until Luffy and Usopp secured the ship. Even Nami and Zoro were able to let loose with some drinks and a fashion show. Instead, you're curling in on yourself, in your underwear, and trying not to lose it over a pair of pants.

Though, left on your lonesome, negative thoughts spiral quickly. Mumbling reassurance evolved into scolding. "You're supposed to be a pirate. Pirates don't care about shit like this. They don't care about pants..." You felt your face burn in embarrassment. Seeing everyone grab all the clothes they wanted and it'd fit like a glove made you feel delusional, stupid.

A gentle knock on the wall made the neck on your hair stand straight. "Hello? Y/n?" A smooth voice called out. You froze in place, eyes wide at the realization: It's Klahadore. Swiftly wiping away at your eyes, you took a deep breath and responded from behind a privacy screen. "I'm here." "Dinner starts in 5 minutes, everyone is expecting you to join us. You're not plotting something, are you?" Jolting, you reach out and try to put on the shorts you walked into the mansion with. Though in your panic, you tripped over a pant leg and knocked over both the tower of clothes you laid out before and the privacy screen that hid you from the butler's view.

A small gasp emitted from Klahadore as he peered down at you on the floor, your pants barely hanging onto your hips. "My word.. are you alright?" You laid there frozen in terror, hesitant to take the hand he reached out. Your gaze was glued to the ground, the embarrassment was just too much. You wanted to sink into the walls of dresses and jackets and suffocate beneath the satin. A gloved hand traced the outline of your face until it held a firm grip on your chin. Tilting your face upwards until your eyes met his, Klahadore spoke up. "I asked if you're alright. If I'm not mistaken, I told you to dress nice too and you're in the same clothes you came in here with. What's taking you so long?" His questions felt like demands, as if you're being interrogated. His voice sent shivers down your spine, everything he says is tactful. Like he wants you to shake under his gaze. Swallowing the lump in your throat and your pride, you speak up. "I couldn't find anything to wear... nothing fit." Your voice grew dim towards the latter half of your admission, but that's what all it took for Klahadore to smile, to be pleased with you answering back.

As he withdrew your hand, your face burned bright. With any luck, you'd faint and no longer have to talk to him. "I was worried of that happening. Unfortunately, Miss Kaya shot down the idea of giving you extra clothing from the servant quarters." He tilted his head to get a better look at your puffy eyes and flushed face. "Is there anything else I should know about?" "Nothing.." "I don't like liars, Y/n. Tell me what's on your mind." His tone, while commanding, felt softer. It's like he's butler first, human later. He's only being kind after getting what he wanted after you.

"I'm just tired of not fitting into things...no matter what I try, I'll always be too big for stuff." You scowled. "I just..I just want to look nice. I want to look and feel good like Zoro or Nami. I don't want servant clothes, Kaya promised we'd look our best and I want to actually feel like it." You felt your nose sting and your eyes water. Klahadore watched you intently, hearing your voice increase in anger and intensity. Taking out a handkerchief, the ex pirate captain wiped away the tears that highlighted your chubby cheeks.

"While I don't have the means to provide you with what you want specifically, I want you to stay here. I'll be back in a minute." He sat you down on the ottoman that sat in the middle of the room and vanished into the dark hallway. However, Klahadore was a man of his word. Within seconds he returned with a folded outfit in hand: black dress pants and a white button up shirt. On top of the outfit though, were a couple of jewelry boxes. Inside revealed a golden necklace with the silhouette of a cat and a matching ring with a similar insignia. "Consider it a gift. It's something I've held onto before Miss Kaya's parents took me in, I think it's time for me to let it go." His smile was small, genuine.

Klahadore waiting outside patiently as you tried on the clothes he's given you. From outside the screens, he could hear a rollercoaster of emotions: fear, disbelief, enjoyment. "Did I choose right for you?" He asked, to which you strutted out to answer his question. Your shirt was tucked in, though largely unbuttoned to show off your chest and most importantly, the necklace. "How does it fit?" You spun around and Klahadore drank in the view. You never hid your curvy figure, only accentuated it. While he holds himself to a high standard, he can't admit that it didn't drive him mad.

He walked up and smoothed down the wrinkles on your shirt, his touch lingering on your shoulders and soft waist. "Fits like a glove." He stood tall wants more and linked his arm with yours. "Now, it's almost time for dinner. It'd be a shame to keep Miss Kaya waiting."

#klahadore #Klahadore x reader #one piece klahadore #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece live action #captain kuro #Captain kuro x reader #x fat reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader

[illicitwildestdreams]

This man is my Roman Empire.

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[since-im-already-here]

'Permit me to remind you'

Klahadore drabble

(Image Source: https://woka.com.ar/?s=captain-kuro-by-@tsuyomaru-one-piece-pictures-one-piece-qq-3Go3Y0Ua)

Word Count: 2,005

The night began as the sun bid farewell to the sky and greeted the stars with familiarity, deeming it an appropriate time to get into bed with a nice warm drink and cosy pillows, which is exactly what you were doing for the young lady Kaya. Reaching for the scorching pot of tea, you pour her a small teacup and bring them over to the newly tucked in and settled Kaya as she reclines against her cushions.

“Klahadore is insistent that I ensure you drink your remedy, my lady. I hope the flavour has improved with the small amount of honey I've added. A little sweetness goes a long way,” you directed her, she nodded and gave a small apprehensive smile. Her illness was depicted in her pale face, hollowed eyes and the dryness of her mouth. You returned her smile before reaching behind your back and collecting a few of the sugar-coated treats you had managed to swipe from the kitchen without the staff noticing. With a sly smile, you offered them to her, 

“Speaking of sweetness, I stole some biscuits from the kitchen stash for you,” you gave her a small wink, offering a final hushed command of, “Don’t tell Klahadore.” 

Kaya begins to giggle at your comment, but immediately slips into a sinister and dry coughing fit, prompting you to reach behind her and pull her into a more upright position to clear her airway as she finishes her collection of raspy, dry breaths. You wince as she coughs into her hands, offering her your handkerchief you keep tucked within your sleeve to collect her illness parting from her lips within. 

“I don’t feel well enough to drink right now. I just want to sleep, please?” Kaya wheezes through her words. From hearing her shaken breath and dry wheeze, you decide that, just for tonight, she can skip her remedy. You place the tea and the biscuits back onto the tray you brought them in, ready to face the disapproving tone and glare of the chief of staff. The same chief of staff that you, two nights ago, shared in an interesting experience with. 

It seemed all it took for the both of you, was a bottle of sticky-sweet port wine shared in the afterhours of a particularly long day of tending to your duties as lady’s maid to the young Lady Kaya. Once the staff bid you both goodnight for the evening with a curt nod and a small, polite smile; a small glass of wine shared between two leaders of staff was followed by another. And then another.

As our memory drew into a small haze, you walked throughout the halls with the full tray clutched firmly in your hands. You were unable to recall the moment from when you had finished the last of the sweet wine to having your arms draped around the neck of your raven-haired coworker. 

Your lips pushing against each other, gasping for breaths as your limbs entangled in the wine cellar against the racking barrels as they syphoned the crimson liquid into the barrels below. This was not how you expected the night to progress; but the two of you had many moments you could’ve considered flirtatious leading into the evening’s event. 

Closing your eyes now; you could still feel his breath fan against your neck as you controlled your verbal gasps and whimpers against each other’s flesh as your bodies joined at the lips. You could still feel his hair falling onto your forehead as he drew away from your neck to gaze longingly into your eyes. The awkward feeling of his glasses inching down his nose and falling onto your face. You remember feeling his hand remove itself from your hips, your jaw falling slack as you witnessed him press his inner palm against his glasses to redraw them atop his nose, only to then force it way under your shirt to grasp your hip again - the warmth of his gloved hands welcome against your flesh.

You knew it was not becoming of a lady to join in entangling yourself with a gentleman in such a way, especially in a place as exposed as a wine cellar. This was not your first dalliance with a man, but it was your first with a colleague. 

Reopening your eyes, you attempt once more to rid your thoughts of their waves of memory, the warm feeling of anxiety and loss of control clawing their way from your chest to your jugular; discomfort clutching at your lips and souring the flavour. 

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“We need to stop,” you whispered in between his bruising kisses atop your lips, “someone could hear. Someone could-.” Your words were syphoned into the mouth of your lover in a similar likeness to the barrels racking beside you.  

“Just a little more,” as he pressed his lips into your neck, tongue swirling at the pulse and feeling the elevation in your heartbeat. “Please, darling. Just-...” He trailed a flurry of exuberant oscillations of his smooth lips against your jaw to your cheek, “-Please.” 

He began losing himself in the feeling of your body wrapped around his, your arms around his shoulders and his own raking over your hips to grasp the flesh of your back in a desperate clawing motion to clutch you closer. Another kiss was shared in a long and drawn out caress, followed by another. Then another. The stagger and rapidity of his kisses did nothing to deter the intended silence being met in the air; your whimpers painting the atmosphere with their melodic serenade. 

“Klah-’’ you squeaked, another attempt to steer his passionate kiss to a halt being met with no reaction. This verbal warning didn’t seem to sway him in the slightest. It almost seemed like his name meant nothing to him in the heat of the moment. 

It wasn't until footsteps were heard that it broke him from continuing to chase the feeling of your lips against his own in exuberate moments. At the rise and fall of pattered footsteps against the cement floor, heels clicking and echoing within the chamber as they made their approach. The fear of being caught by his colleagues was all too much for both of you; yet you were still entangled within each other’s arms as stiff as the portraits painted above the cellar walls. As they retrieved a bottle of wine, they left the cellar with their heavy-laden footsteps trailing behind them in tow. 

You both breathed a small sigh of relief as the cellar door closed behind the unsuspecting coworker, your smile breaking against your lips as he turned back to face you again. His eyes softened when his gaze met with yours seeming to, just now, remember that you both were working. He leant forward to rest his forehead against your own, the glasses again falling from the top of his nose down to the tip and brushed against the tip of your nose. 

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Lost within the spiral of your own thoughts, you start to wonder if it was just one night to him. Did it mean as little to him as he made it out to be? There was no whisper of a word or a murmur to inform you of anything other than the sort. No acknowledgement of the event even occurring the following day as you fell into the rhythm of working together in perfect synchrony. 

Continuing to the kitchen, you set down the full tray of hot blue tea and stolen biscuits against the sink to prepare disassembling the arrangement meant to be presented to the lady under your charge. At eyeing the sugary treats atop the porcelain tray, your anxiety begins to elevate with the rapidity of your heartbeat that you did, indeed, steal those biscuits to bring to Lady Kaya from the pantry. And you did, indeed, bring the full tray back down to the kitchen, knowing full well that Klahadore would be less than pleased that Kaya did not drink her remedy that night. 

Hearing the barely audible tap of soft shoes upon the kitchen floor causes you to briefly halt your disassembly of items, retracting your hand from the handle of the teapot you had begun to pour down the sink. Resetting it upon the tray, you rotated your neck to rid it of the small click within before narrowing your eyes and curling your lip. 

“Why is the tea here?” the smooth voice purred from behind you, “She needs to have her tea daily, Dear. And biscuits? You know better than-.” His voice halted as you thumped your palms first on the kitchen counter before turning to face him.

“Klahaore, I don’t know better. I know best,” you challenged him, your brows decreasing their position on your forehead, “A simple biscuit will not cause her harm, and we both know she needs something in stomach or she’ll feel sick from the tea as it hits it.” You stepped closer to him, raising your chin to glare into his eyes. His jaw slackened slightly, his breath hitching at your verbal challenge and the proximity you drew yourself within.

After several unspoken and silent moments pass between you, he clears his throat and readjusts his glasses with the heel of his palm. His mouth begins to open to begin another order towards you, only to halt at your next interruption.

“If that will be all, I shall take my leave for the night,” you rotated your shoulders, standing firm in your upright and formal posture and awaiting dismissal from your superior. Klahadore furrowed his brows, not truly understanding where this animosity and surliness had come from.

"See me in my office," he ordered, stepping closer to your body. You stepped back from his approach, unbreaking in your defiant expression nor the rigidity in your posture.

“My working hours begin between the time my lady rises in the morning, and concludes once she is settled for the night,” you quipped in return, “If I am to be required to attend a meeting with my superior, I will do so in the hours I am employed within.”

"I am giving you an order, darling. You will come to my office now," he informed you, his tone strong and low. He stepped towards you once more, which you followed by stepping back to keep yourself an arms length away.

"And I am saying I will not," you smirked in return. His eyes darkened, his jaw tensing behind his pursed lips. 

With that small smirk, you begin to push yourself past him, only for him to grab your wrist firmly and pull you against his torso. Your eyes fill with disdain as you glance up at him, though you imagine it isn't too threatening with your cheeks flushed with the contact he was providing to you. He holds you wordlessly, staring down into your eyes with a final warning-look. 

“Sir,” you spat, looking down to the position his hand was remaining circling your wrist within, before floating your gaze back up to his spectacles framing his dark eyes. He breaks from gripping your wrist and hovers his hand to the side of your face, almost brushing the heel of his palm against your cheek in a gentle caress. 

“We need to discuss what happened in the wine cellar,” he whispered in such a low and intimate purr of his voice, it prompted your cheeks to flush with further warmth than the initial contact of his grasp on your hand. You gulped back your collected saliva in your mouth, darting your gaze between his eyes.

“And what happened in the wine cellar, Klahadore?” you feigned your ignorance, recollecting the exact moment he was referring to but choosing to play coy with a smirk threatening to find residency back atop your lips. 

His lips ticked up to the left hand side of his lips as he stooped lower to your face, whispering gently in another purred tone.

“My darling, permit me to refresh your memory.”

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[agent-love-101]

Yandere!Kuro x Reader Headcanons Pt 1; Beginnings

Author's note: i gotta help feed the kuro fans. also if he doesn't scream "yandere" to you, i don't know what to say /lh

He never saw himself truly loving someone. any relationships he had before his piracy days didn't last long. he grew bored quickly, left them, and ultimately decided relationships were far too tedious to maintain for what rewards he may gain. As for what he looks for in a partner, he has very high standards. and to put it bluntly; he'll only know he likes someone when he sees them. When he sees you, he keeps his composure, treating you kindly like (almost) everyone else he speaks to. He remains cordial at all times.

but don't get it twisted. he's still that awful, awful man on the inside. He sees you more like a possession to be had; a jacket tailored to suit him specifically. Yes, he is the only one for you.

He'll plan out every sweet gesture, every innocent observation he points out. He may even "open up" to "close friends" about his crush on you. All to make you see him as an innocent and ordinary man, and fall for him.

Klahadore is kind. Klahadore is the innocent one. Klahadore is the one that hopes you reciprocate.

But Kuro? he knows you will, if his plan works out how he anticipates.

and his plans never fail.

#tw yandere #headcanons #yandere x reader #captain kuro x reader #kuro one piece #kuro x reader #Captain kuro #Klahadore #One Piece #one piece live action #selfship

[snippychicke]

Hello, I really like your writing on Kuro, I think that you completely perceive the personality of this character.

I would like to submit a proposal precisely about him: Kuro is nicknamed Kuro of the Thousand plans because he likes to control everything, but what would it be like if the reader had tied Kuro up (to a bed, to a piece of furniture.., his two hands are tied) to do what he wanted with his body.. 😈

HNGHHHH

So, with the weekly Kinktober prompts, I was planning a bondage one for Kuro... *so now we're getting two fics this month with this theme.*

This also turned out more like soft!dom and such, idk why but yoj know how things be at times.

Uh. In case you're not sure, nsfw, 18+, etc, etc, explicit sexual content ahead.

Kuro was not one to give up control. To trust someone so intimately when he knew many wanted to kill him.

It took a long time for him to trust you as it was. To be fully relaxed in your presence and able to let his guard completely down.

And, in the process, realized that giving up control was very…arousing. And well, you were happy to give him any kind of happiness or pleasure.

Besides, seeing his naked form tied up to the bed, knowing he could slip from the black silk ropes wrapped around his wrists but wanted to be like this was arousing itself. Just straddling him, feeling his cock growing stiff and hard against your ass as you pepper him with small sweet kisses, murmuring praises and tender words to him, made you wet.

Kuro's head was thrown back, skin dotted with sweat, black hair askew and glasses fogged over as you trailed your lips down his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense as he realized where your mouth was traveling as you shifted to sit on his legs.

"Kitten," he managed to moan as you took his hard cock in your mouth. His pleasure was your sole intent as your tongue swirled around his member, sucking and teasing him as you worked him deeper into your mouth. The noises he made were working you into fit, unable to help but shift your thighs and rut against his. Especially as his wrists would yank against their bonds, his hips thrusting into your mouth as he panted your name.

"Fuck, so close. Let me cum in you," he demanded, which is what you were waiting for. You eagerly released him from your mouth and kept your gaze locked with his as you crawled up his body.

The first time sliding down on his cock was always an experience, making you arch your back and dip your nails into his stomach. You only had a moment to adjust to his girth once he fully hilted inside before he was growling your name, bucking his hips.

You gave what he wanted, riding his length and enjoying watching him quickly come undone. With the help of your own finger against your clit, you were pulled off that cliff of pleasure with him as he spilled his seed in you. Feeling him fill you full was always bliss, your body milking him for every bit through the aftershocks.

Eventually you stretched against him, snuggled against him while still straddling his hips. You weren't sure how much time had passed before you felt soft kisses against your forehead before the silk ropes wrapped around your own wrists.

"Your turn."

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[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 12: Black Cat🐈‍⬛

Captain Kuro x GN!Reader. Little bit of angst. Comfort. Fluff. Some kids being assholes. Old superstitions. Kuro steps in to teach some manners. Reader is a maid to Miss Kaya. You and Kuro have your own house though. SpookTober Prompt: Black Cat🐈‍⬛

☆●This story is dedicated to all those beautiful and gorgeous black cats and dogs out there. Please be kind to any black cat or dog you see whether it's October, Halloween, all year. Just please be kind, we aren't in the Salem Witch Trials anymore!●☆●☆●☆●☆●☆●☆●☆●☆●☆●

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☆●~Curbing Old Superstitions~●☆

You and Kuro were finishing up some last minute shopping when you happen upon a scrawny, black kitten. With everyone avoiding the poor thing, you and Kuro decide to take matters into you own hands.

You had finished up the last bit of shopping for Halloween with Kuro and were heading back home for some much deserved rest and some pumpkin pie and latte.

"I know you aren't fond of the girl, but it was generous of Miss Kaya to give us a holiday to celebrate Halloween together" You Remarked as you and Kuro walked through the street, arms linked together.

Kuro scoffed a bit but gave you a warm smile.

"I suppose I can't complain about her this time, it was generous of her" Agreed Kuro with a hint of reluctance but you smiled and leaned in close as you strolled by the docks. It was there you saw a little ball of fur walk around the sailors, fishermen and fishmongers.

It was a black kitten and judging by it's scrawny figure, it was starving.

"Kuro, look" You Pointed to the kitten. Kuro and you paused in your walking as you both looked at the kitten, meowing pitifully at anyone who would listen. It pawed at one sailor who looked down at it with suspicion.

"Oi shoo! Go on shoo!" Shooed the sailor, moving the kitten away with his foot as the other sailors shooed it off. The kitten looked so confused and frightened but ultimately ran off towards the fish stalls where the fishmongers's wives shouted their offers of freshly caught fish and prices to passers-by.

You watched with hope as the kitten tried to grab an oily sardine from the sardine section. He was so close, so close. Just a little more and.....

"Away with you thief! Go on get! Begone!" Shouted a fishmonger's wife as she shooed the poor kitten away with a broom. The kitten scampered off down an alleyway and your heart ached.

"Oh Kuro, why would they act so cruel? It's only a kitten!" You Asked sadly, hating to see people treat animals so harshly.

"It's a black cat. Some people still believe in the old superstitions of black cats being unlucky, being the familiars of witches and such. Same with black dogs and their association with devils. I of course find such prejudice behaviour towards animals because of such things utterly ridiculous" Explained Kuro, pushing his glasses up with the heel of his hand.

"But in some parts of the world, black cats and dogs are often considered lucky" You Recalled. Kuro nodded in agreement, then looked at the markets along the port with disdain.

"But apparently, these folks don't see it that way" Remarked Kuro. You pulled at Kuro's arm urgently.

"Come on! Let's find the kitten!" You Suggested. Kuro looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Aw come on, you've seen the poor thing. Don't tell me you didn't feel a twinge of heartache for the poor creature!" You Pleaded.

"I did feel sorry for the kitten, of course I would. Come, let's see where he scampered off to. From what I saw he went down that alleyway" Admitted Kuro and you both headed there.

Upon reaching the alleyway, you saw a group of 4 street kids, poking the kitten with sticks as the poor feline hissed and spat. The kids however just laughed.

"That thing's bad luck!" Cried one child.

"Yeah! Let's get rid of it!" Yelled another.

"Bad luck! Bad luck!" Shouted another child.

"Oh no you won't!" You Shouted and the kids turned to you in surprise.

"Leave that kitten alone right now!" You Demanded. The kids glared at you.

"Or what? You aren't our mother lady!" Shouted one child as he pointed his stick at you.

"Don't dare talk to me in that tone! I said leave that kitten alone and you'll do as I say!" You Shouted. Kuro watched as you stood your ground, feeling warm inside at you voiced your demand, sounding like a Captain of a ship.

Suddenly one child picked up a stone and threw it, hitting you square in the nose. You cried out as you clutched your nose, fresh blood gushing forth. The kids laughed and jeered at you as you stumbled a bit because of the pain and force of the stone hitting you. Tears sprung to your eyes as you leaned up against the wall.

Kuro's blood boiled at the sight of some street urchin throwing a stone at you. You, his beloved. This display of utter disrespect would not go unpunished. Kuro slipped his hands into the large, black furred gloves and unsheathed his claws.

When children saw you were injured, the child that threw the stone went to pick another. That was until a large shadow loomed over them and the children looked up, fear filling their eyes as Kuro stood there, claws out and ready, glaring menacingly at the group of children who froze in fear and the child dropped the stone.

"You nasty little street urchins DARE hurt my lady?!" Snarled Kuro, voice laced in venomous rage. The kids trembled as Kuro approached slowly, scraping the claws against the wall of the alleyway, creating an uneasy and frightening sound as the children slowly backed away.

"We.....we....we didn't mean to" Whimpered one child. Kuro sneered, not believing the child's words one bit.

"And you lie to my face? Such bad manners for a child, allow me to teach you all some manners!" Growled Kuro and the kids let out a scream at that as they were trapped in the alleyway. The only way to escape was going through Kuro.

"Please sir! Don't hurt us!" Cried another child. Kuro scoffed at them.

"Oh? But you'll only hurt another person or animal if I don't do teach you manners" Hissed Kuro. The kids trembled.

"We promise! We won't throw stones or be mean to animals! Just let us go please!" Cried the children. Kuro smirked at them cruelly.

"Good. Now get out of my sight!" Snarled Kuro and the children scrambled out of the alleyway, all tears and snots. Kuro removed his gloves and put them away before making his way over to you.

"My dear, are you alright?" Asked Kuro softly as he removed your hands from your nose, revealing the damage. Kuro's eyes widened at the blood from your nose as you sniffled.

"Oh my sweet pet" Cooed Kuro sadly before his eyes narrowed.

"I will mark those urchins's backs with my claws for hurting you" Vowed Kuro angrily. You held Kuro's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"I'll be okay, honest" You Reassured him. Kuro smiled softly. Suddenly there was meow behind Kuro. You both turned to see the black kitten, mewing and pawing at Kuro, weakly. You and Kuro looked at each other and knew exactly what to do. Kuro helped you up and picked up the kitten in his arms.

"You are coming home with us" Declared Kuro as the kitten mewed softly.

You watched happily as the kitten lapped up the milk in the saucer eagerly.

"Poor thing, probably your first time tasting good milk" You Remarked sadly.

"But not anymore" Added Kuro who came in with a bowl of fresh diced up sardines. He placed it down and watched with a smile as the kitten dove right in.

"Bone free as well" Added Kuro and you smiled. Your injury was cleaned up and the bleeding had stopped. Kuro sat down next to you and you both sipped some latte, watching the kitten eat it's fill.

"What shall we name the kitten?" You Asked.

Kuro pursed his lips in thought.

"How about Sooty?" Asked Kuro.

"Sooty?" You Reapeated.

Kuro nodded and you smiled at him.

"Not bad. How about Moon?" You Asked.

"What about Willow?" Suggested Kuro.

"Gremlin?" You Suggested.

"Phantom?" Suggested Kuro.

"Binx!" You Suggested.

Both you and Kuro looked at each other.

"That, actually sounds like a good name" Remarked Kuro and you both smiled.

The kitten jumped up onto your lap, purring away. Happy he had a family to care for him.

"Welcome to the family Binx" You Said softly, petting the kitten's head. Binx purred more when Kuro stroked Binx's chin.

"A new member of the Black Cat Pirates" Declared Kuro smiling as you giggled while Binx mewed at you both.

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Snail Masterlist

Hello and welcome, I'm Snail!

I write mainly "x reader" for the One-Piece fandom, all catalogued below the cut. I enjoy writing in my free time, forever chasing the green leaf of lettuce dangling in front of my eyes. I hope you enjoy your time on this page. It is a pleasure carving out worlds that you get to be placed in the middle of. Love you 🖤

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"Straw Hats and Beyond"

Monkey D. Luffy:

Bachata (Dance Series) (one-shot)

Gyrating, thrusting, swaying and grinding. Where did the straw-hat captain learn to dance in this way? The crew, holding many a whispered conversation regarding the captain's sultry movements, finally is approached head-on by the quartermaster of the Going Merry. Flushed cheeks, gasped breaths and soft smiles ensue as the captain aims to teach her a few of his moves.

Run Away With Me (one-shot)

After being left after a night of passion by her marine lover, sorrow eclipsed the hardening heart of the owner of the library. The librarian, after swearing off sea-baring men, is physically swept off her feet by a mischievous, straw-hat wearing captain who woos her with his undivided support of her dreams of romance.

Australian Luffy (HC Drabbles)

Just some silly dialogue with Aussie slang from Monkey D "Loz"

Ravenous (NSFW one-shot)

Luffy is hungry, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He doesn’t care where it happens, how it happens, or what exactly happens - all he cares about is the who and when. The who is you, and the when is right now and until his hunger is fully satisfied.

Roronoa Zoro:

Blade Song(Dance Series) (one-shot)

The Straw-Hat pirate crew finds themselves amongst a fire-side, sea-front celebration. Swaying, gyrating and twirling occurs with all but one of the crew. The swordsman, never truly learning how to dance in such a way, regrets his miseducation as soon as he sees the object of his pining dancing within the arms of the blonde chef.

Flowers (one-shot)

Men are known to only receive flowers once in their lifetimes, and they are not even able to see them. The Straw-Hat botanist desires to rectify this for one member of the Straw-Hat pirates, the tri-sword wielding First Mate.

Gua-Sha (one-shot)

Slightly fixated by the dragging of the smooth rock against his crewmen's cheeks and jaw, Zoro immediately pipes up and welcomes the opportunity to have his face massaged to relieve any built up tension and pressure behind it. Pining always from afar, Zoro hopes this small moment would bring the two closer together.

Something Like That (request) (one-shot)

A traveler finds themselves accidentally crashing an exclusive event at Baratie, celebrating a foreign holiday with unusual customs. Pulling you away from your evening meal, your eyes met with the hazelnut gaze of a green-haired swordsman. A sprig of emerald leaves, pearls of flowers and a ribbon hung above your heads - what is this? why is he leaning down to press his lips atop your own?

You Deserve Better (Pollen!One-Shot NSFW)

Zoro has inhaled pollen while lost and away from his crew. His crew return from a day of celebration and tease him for is senseless navigational skills. But you notice something's wrong with him. He's hot. So, so hot. And he needs your help to combat his illness. You want to help him so badly, why won't he let you get Chopper? And why was he holding you like that?

Blackleg Sanji:

Bar Shift (4/4 Series)

An all-rounder, front of house manager finally acquires the first day off she's had in a very long time. Sanji, the ever faithful "work-husband" makes her breakfast just in time for Patty to break the news to her that her peaceful day off is to come to an end. Covering the bar shift for one of her staff members, shenanigans and mutual pining ensues.

Waltz (Dance Series) (one-shot)

The chief negotiator and relations expert of the Straw-Hat pirates attempts to teach her captain how to perform a waltz to woo the upper class in a formal setting. She finds joy in movement, but Luffy himself was found to be truly incapable of performing the dance to an adequate level. At lunch, she notices how Sanji holds himself; his posture strong and rigid as he effortlessly glides around the table. She asks him to dance, and he truly surprises her.

3, 2, 1 (request) (3/3 Series)

Sanji notices some interesting etchings against the Going Merry's Chronicler's Journal. Questioning her, she informs him the 'x's and numbers are indicating his amount of cigarette breaks per day and the duration they are taken. Brainstorming ideas on how to achieve the same rush of adrenaline, endorphins and breath control in a healthier way than nicatine addiction; the chronicler, in her genius, suggests they share kisses and bold embraces for the duration of his many breaks: all kept under the strict limit of the egg-shaped timer.

"Someone. Someone Help Me" (NSFW Pollen!Drabble)

"Thank You" (NSFW Pollen!One-Shot)

Sanji has inhaled pollen. There is nobody around to help him and he is a desperate, pleading, subby mess.

Your Flirty Chef (one-shot)

Sanji has been working hard lately, your flirty chef no longer as present as you’d like him to be. You both have some unspoken flirtation between you, hopefully something to shatter by moulding him beneath the touch of your hands.

Sanji x Reader x Zoro:

Eyes Meeting (NSFW part 1)

Lips Brushing (NSFW part 2)

Sanji is in a relationship with the ships chronicler. Zoro accidentally stumbles across them engaging together in intimacy. As soon as his eyes meet with the chronicler's, he is enchanted by their beauty in their bliss.

Koby:

To the ends of the earth (one-shot)

The newest recruits taken under the wing of Vice-Admiral Garp are desperately required of breaking in their training. Leaving them in the care of a young lieutenant, Koby begins to develop a crush on his superior as he pushes his body under her command to perform to the best of his abilities.

Téir Abhaile Riú (3/3 Series)

The mighty Marine vessel Vice-Admiral Garp captains was in dire need of repair. Docking against the peer of a small country town, the Marines are welcomed to the shore by an impromptu performance by the local town celebrity band: the 'Merry Mellifluous Quint'. One of the five members catches the eye and attention of the fast-learning, pink haired cadet who in term becomes immediately smitten by the attention she receives from him.

It's All Okay (NSFW One-Shot)

When submissive Koby gives in to his dominant craving, and all he's met with is support, praise and affirmation in your arms.

Trafalgar D Water Law:

Law Wants You (NSFW Drabble)

Trafalga Law wants you. He wants all of you.

Don't Be So Shy (NSFW Drabble)

Trafalga Law enjoys comforting a shy reader while they take control.

You're The Cure (NSFW Pollen!one-shot)

Law bought you a pretty flower from a port, wanting to impress you with it, and perhaps use it as a courting gift should you want him. As the Polar Tang's Herbalist, you know there is more to this flower than meets the eye. Trafalgar Law got more than what he bargained for with this little gift.

That Thing I Like (One-Shot)

You are ships counselor to the Polar Tang. For the past four days, you had been called into Law’s office over the Den-Den transponder speakers. The crew assumes you two had began a relationship, but what actually occurs is far more intimate than any romantic encounter.

Eustass Kid:

Shameless (NSFW Series 3/3)

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

"Good Boy" (one shot)

Eustass Kid didn't know exactly when it happened, but now he craves to be praised by you. He thrives beneath your words, but the one time you didn't call him a "good boy" has him in a bratty rage.

Restrained (NSFW one-shot)

Eustass Kid didn't know what possessed him to allow his lover to restrain him against his Captains' chair. But yet, here he is: stuck and loving it.

Cellist Kid (NSFW drabble)

Your academic rival and you do not get along. You find his boorish intensity revolting, and he finds your attitude standoffish. As your conductor decides to pair you together to practice, tempers flare and passion ignites.

Massacre Soldier Killer:

Will You Let Me? (NSFW Pollen!one-shot)

Your crew was docked at a port, exploring a new land while you requested to remain behind. Enjoying being without the unruly bunch, your momentary calm was disrupted by the staggering step of your superior. Coughs, grunts and stuttering over his words: your concern grew more severe as you offered to help him through it.

Soul King Brook:

Parts You Left Behind (one-shot)

You are the ship’s counselor aboard the Polar Tang. Giving your captain the permission he desires to behave idiotically with the two Nakama captains, you give yourself permission to behave with similar unbridled stupidity. The Soul-King Brook has your romantic attention: you love his energy and decide to reciprocate his flirtations, no matter how crass and distasteful they come across.

Multiples:

Get Well Soon (Drabble one-shot)

You're sick, and they do their best to support you through it. Zoro, Sanji, Mihawk

Mistletoe (one-shot) (Straw-Hat holiday special)

The botanist aboard the Going Merry shares a cultural tradition with her crew; introducing them and reeducating them on the importance of mistletoe and the mischievousness of her playful lips. Every single member receives a kiss from the botanist; all welcome to her sharing her culture with them.

The Selkie and the Sailor: Mini Fic Drabble (One-Shot)

A mythical creature has rescued the captain of the straw-hat pirates from drowning in the sea. As her eyes meet with the crew, she is immediately taken with one of the sailors: Zoro, Sanji, Luffy

Kiss their cheek (Drabble one-shot)

It was a simple reaction, an impulse you felt organic and out of your control. Their cheek was right there, and the swell in your chest and spike of adrenaline prompted you to lunge forward and capture their cheek beneath your lips. How do they react to such a soft touch? Do they shy away, or do they respond in kind? Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law, Kid

Recovery (one-shot)

You are in a recovery cot in a hospital willing to accommodate you, resting as your body heals from your latest battle. Expecting to recover alone, you are pleasantly surprised to find yourself within the company of the person you craved the most.

Zoro, Sanji

Please, I'll be good (one-shot)

After rescuing you in the heat of battle, he can no longer contain his desires for you. He was so good. He can keep being good if it means you'll keep kissing him.

Koby, Sanji, Corazon, Sabo, Buggy, Shachi, Ace, Penguin

Last One Laughing (One-Shot)

The Heart-Pirate crew were bent on getting their Captain to smile, no matter the cost. Swapping jokes after mealtime, you all continued to check over your shoulder to see if you managed to break the upturned curve into Law's face.

Platonic Heart-Pirates x reader

"Can You Buy Me Supplies?" (Dialogue)

How the OP characters react to you asking them to purchase you sanitary items for your menstruation period. One sentence dialogue.

Robin, Franky, Chopper, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Nami, Usopp, Brook, Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Crocodile, Buggy, Shanks, Beckman, Doflamingo, Corazon.

How They Kiss (drabble)

Four different kisses with all of your favourites. Where would you place them in these categories?

Hallmark Piggyback (drabble)

Short piggyback on @indydonuts post about OP characters in a hallmark movie. Drabble is for Law x reader x Mihawk - amnesia trope

Lathered Up (NSFW One-Shot)

After spending far too long at sea in the Polar Tang, all you wanted was a shower. Your two lovers join you in ridding their bodies of grime while enjoying ridding you of your stress. Shachi x afab!reader x Penguin

"A little bit older"

Buggy D. Clown:

You Kissed the Clown? (15/15 Series)

An upper-class tinkerer finds herself amongst the crew of the Staw-Hat pirates. Falling within the blast of a giant flash of red smoke and captured with her crew in the claws of the Buggy Pirates; she is confronted by her flight, fight and freeze response. Immediately, she finds another way of distracting the infamous clown-captain: a passionate and disarming kiss. As time and distance fall between them, feelings of romance, infatuation, fascination and longing cling to the clown and the tinkerer in each other's absence. How could they feel so deeply for each other; they only shared one single kiss?

Happy Birthday, Pumpkin (one-shot)

Buggy longs to kiss you but always shies away in case his affection is not reciprocated. Finally, an opportunity presents itself for a consequence-free kiss and he can barely hold himself back in anticipation. Happy birthday!

I Can't Do This Without You (one-shot)(smut)

Buggy attempted to use some unusual, waxy pollen to form into a "buggy-ball". He was an idiot. He can't manage the consequences without his loyal and ever faithful crewmate to help him out.

A Small Kindness (Smut One-Shot)

A blue-haired man with a round red nose is down on his luck. He's lost everything, not a single berry to his name after being defeated again by the straw-hat crew. A small kindness from a stranger propels him to get back on his feet. How could he repay you? Surely you needed something in return.

Headcanons & Drabbles:

Soft-Dom Buggy Bratty Buggy Cross-Guild Interrogation The Clown Apologises

Buggy x Reader x Mihawk:

Swing, Sway, Shag, Smimmy (Buggy x Reader x Mihawk) (4/4)

Buggy is infatuated with his prized acrobat. He issues a dance night-off for his pirate crew, choosing to "make a move" in the hopes of charming his beautiful acrobat under the hawk-like gaze of his guest of honour. Unbeknownst to Buggy, the feeling of infatuation is mutual regarding the acrobat. Can they learn to 'play nice' to woo the acrobat? Yes, yes they can.

Dracule Mihawk:

The Apprentice (6/7 Series)

Mihawk is a bitchy boss, the apprentice is his bratty underling. Professionalism, sword-mastery and affiliation for wine consumption drives their relationship. Mihawk pushed his apprentice a little too far, prompting her to submit a formal resignation effective immediately. Calling her bluff, he attempts to chaperone her towards a cellar door to begin an afternoon of wine-tasting, only to find absence at his side as his apprentice simply walked away from him. And he was angry about it. Ongoing series.

You Should Be Sad (Completed Series):

Upon rising to the title of Warlord and Worlds-Greatest-Swordsman, Dracule Mihawk began to neglect his fiancé and her desires. Unable to provide her with the one thing she truly longed for, he remained apathetic as she broke from their lengthy courtship. A decade later, and many a bottle of brandy relinquished, he drifts to Baratie in hopes of drowning away the memory of her: only to have his hopes shattered as the hired band begins to play with his ex-fiancé singing her vengeance at him.

Let Me Take Care of You (one-shot)

The personal assistant to Dracule Mihawk notices he is not quite acting himself: a small wince as he reaches for his breakfast wine glass, a grimace as he draws it to his lips and the narrowing of his eyes as he begins to slouch. Luckily for the both of them, the assistant has a resume of many a skill: remedial massage being the key element provided to the broody warlord. He reluctantly accepts their touch, longing for the burden to be released from his shoulders.

El Tango de Mihawk (one-shot)

A talented thief manages to obtain an invite to the marine ball and decides to utilize it as a great opportunity to steal from the wealthiest members of the world government. Mihawk immediately recognizes them and decides to toy with their scheming, tango dancing ensues.

The Marine's Mistake (request) (one-shot)

Something horrible occurred to rid the warlord of his signature facial hair. Cadets had gathered and began whispering in hushed tones as Garp held a seated meeting with the warlord at a table in a run of the mill tavern. A new transfer does not recognize the sleek cheeks of the handsome gentlemen and immediately decides to approach to flirtatiously engage him over a drink or two. Mihawk is amused.

My Love Mine All Mine (request) (one-shot)

Mihawk returns to his castle in kuraigana nine days after he was due to return. He finds his lover sleeping in his bed, face falling to rest atop his pillow. Soft drabble, pining, longing.

Hanahaki: The Hawk and the Fledgling (request) (one-shot) Part 2

Mihawk notices his Fledgling, an apprentice he took under his wing, has become lazy in their training. Upon one final vocal reprimand, they collapse; sputtering a cocktail of saliva, blood and... petals? Is that petals in their hand? Surely not.

The Spear and the Sword (request) (one shot)

Drabble Part 2

Mihawk is required by Vice-Admiral Garp to obliterate an approaching armada of barbaric pillagers from their attack on a marine base. As this army was not enough for him to handle alone, Garp calls in another warlord, a ferocious warrior-woman armed with a spear, to aid in his ability to complete this task with as much succession as possible with as little damage done to the defenseless base. Both begin their armed ascension, showcasing their abilities in contest to see how many troops they best by the end of battle, against how many injuries they themselves acquire in the thralls of combat.

Little Sparrow (one-shot: drabble)

Mihawk has been up with your daughter, soothing her as she experiences her leap weeks. You spend some moments with your husband as he holds her in his arms.

Sapsorrow: (8/10 Series)

The two wards of Dracule Mihawk and his green-haired apprentice stumble across a large collection of treasure in one of the large and ornate wings of Castle Kuraigana. The central object in the room is a embroidered pillow, a small circlet of intricately carved gold lay in the middle.

The three of them begin fiddling with it, it becomes stuck on the green-haired swordsman's finger. A struggle occurs, the ring slips from his finger and a large bell-like tinkle rings against the marble floor. Perona frantically tells the Ward to get it before it's noticed. She stoops, finds the ring and slips it on for safekeeping.

Mihawk, stumbling across the three of them, accuses them of toying with the object. His eyes widen as his focus shifts to the ring fitting perfectly on the appropriate finger of his ward.

"Whom so ever fits the ring becomes wed to the warlord who owns it."

Macule Drihawk (drabble)

When Dracule Mihawk drinks, he becomes an entirely different person. That person's name is Macule Drihawk.

Red Haired Shanks:

Dancando Lambada (one-shot)

After your ship crashed just off the coast line of your hometown, your friend: the bride, is left without a Captain to perform her ceremony to unite her with her beau. Fortunately for you, you see a ship coming in off the coastline. Will their captain help you in exchange for a night of good food, fine drink and sensual dancing?

Remember Me (one-shot)

Ten years since the love of his life was claimed by the sea, Shanks finds himself celebrating her memory with many a drink in a fishing village. Spluttering over his amber ale, Benn Beckman pales in freight at the sight of a woman drinking merrily at the bar. But it couldn't be her, she was lost to him.

Where is my bride (Sapsorrow Spin Off Drabble)

Once lost, again found: Shanks has accidentally bcome lockd into a cruel plot to have him marry a woman he has never seen nor heart of. The timer is ticking, the claws of the spectre of a woman scorned tethered to him and awaiting to claim his soul should he fail. He has seven days to wed. But where are you?

Two More Times (one-shot NSFW)

A meet up with a beautiful Captain has you feeling unworthy of being by Shanks' side as his partner. Shanks does not like being ignored - he wants to showcase his pretty girl sat on his knee. He reminds you of your importance to him, while punishing you for behaving like a brat. His brat.

Drabbles & Headcanons:

Shanks Likes to Dance HC Drabble

Sir Crocodile:

My Favorite (Sir Crocodile x Reader)

Sir Crocodile has founded a league of highly trained assassins named "The Choirs" - all coded after the nine choirs of angelic influences. You are his favorite: his prized "Seraphim" who's ferocious brutality is only outmatched by your incredible beauty. Not truly knowing if your affection is all an act to continue being paid a wage in berry, he has not made a move of his own aside from calling upon you to sit on his knee of an evening, and have you utter praises into his ear. It is only when the two other members of the Cross-Guild begin flirting does he find his limit being tested. Will he bend, or will he break?

Sands of Time: Intentions of Series

Sir Crocodile thought he was safe from the intentions of the haunting Sapsorrow Queen. His soul has been laid claim, his time is running out. How can he have a stranger fall in love with his within the year? Would she truly take his sould should he fail?

When We Wake (one-shot)

Blissfully waking within the arms of your lover, you are both struck with the thoughts of how precious you have become to one another. Whispering confessions of adoration to one another while the other slumbers, you are both completely overcome with such deep devotion.

The Duality of Sir Crocodile (NSFW drabble)

The duality of a dominating gentleman. Spoiling and endearing, encumbering and brutal.

Benn Beckman:

When You Had The Chance (one-shot)

Serving as first mate to the Buggy-Pirates, it was your job to keep your captain grounded and uplifted. When tempers flared, he decided to confront his childhood rival once and for all - pulling out all the stops to finally lay their feud to rest. One of them would be leaving with their life, the other fallen at their feet. Instead of stifling his fury, you decided to elevate your captain’s wrath: seeking vengeance of your own against the man who once cast you aside after you confessed your feelings for him. Crew against crew, Captain against Captain, First-Mate against First-Mate - will you win, or lie at the mercy of the man you once loved.

"Mister Beckman" (one-shot)

The first mate of the Red-Hair pirates is attempting to relax and enjoy his evening with you, but is rudely interrupted by Shanks' tinkering and clanging within the Captain's quarters.

Kind And Gentle (One-Shot)

Your shoulders and back ached with a pain you had attempted to cast aside as you went about your duties. The ache turned excruciating, your focus now being taken hostage between the gripping pain. Fortunately, the grip of two firm hands found your body and eased you through the torment.

You shot a baby? (Dialogue)

Part 2 (one-shot)

Benn Beckman shot Eustass Kid's arm off. You are not happy about it.

Donquixote Rosinante:

Despiértame mi Corazon (Dance Series) (Gift One-Shot)

You have been on the run from Donquixote Doflamingo, sheltering and caring for a young, sick child. Your emotions catch up with you as you process the change your life has led you to. You’ve left it all: family, career, friends - all to support Rosinante in his quest to cure the boy. Upon seeing you in this state, your Corazon will do anything to see you smile again. 

Donquixote Rosinante's Journey with Modern Slang (crack dialogue)

Mild background context: Law's skills as a doctor saved a person with the devil-fruit with the ability grant a single wish. Law used that wish to bring back Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante as he was: lying in the snow and unresponsive. He wanted the chance to use what he's learnt to save him, and save him he does. Both now in their 20s, Rosi is adjusting and attempting to learn the current slang to relate to his grown son.

Rosinante's Trip Down Under (one-shot)

Modern AU, Rosinante visiting your hometown in Queensland Australia. He is overwhelmed by the cultural differences, but loves to learn the slang.

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Pretty Red Ribbon (one-shot)

After your birthday was ruined last year at the hands of a certain pink-feather-donning, glasses-wearing gentleman who you love to hate, your fellow warlord, Sir Crocodile, gives you a little gift you did not expect to darken your doorstep.

Play Stupid Games Win Stupid Prizes (NSFW One-Shot)

Doffy is attempting to gain the upper hand against you. He's longed for you, yearned for you - in his own unique way. Considering you never give in to his flirtatious advances, he takes matters into his own hands and attempts to spike your drink. The problem? Your quick wit and nimble fingers switch whisky glasses with him, causing unforeseen problems that he has no cure for…

Bogard:

The Break is Never Easy (Dance Series) (request) (one-shot)

You were invited as an artist to showcase your work at the bi-anual ball thrown for the marines. A decade has passed between you and your severance from your ex-fiance, old flames reigniting as tension builds throughout the night.

Misc Drabbles:

You're Angry at the Tall Men: Drabble (One-Shot)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him. Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo.

An Affectionate Embrace: Drabble (One-Shot)

It was a simple reaction, an impulse you felt organic and out of your control. Their cheek was right there, and the swell in your chest and spike of adrenaline prompted you to lunge forward and capture their cheek beneath your lips. How do they react to such a soft touch? Do they shy away, or do they respond in kind? Buggy, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Shanks, Benn Beckman

Forehead Kisses (short drabble)

You're being a brat because they're neglecting you. Prepare to be greeted with the forehead kiss you crave from them.

Zoro, Crocodile, Kid, Killer, Beckman, Mihawk

Interrogation (crack dialogue)

Cross-Guild crack dialogue x reader.

"A little bit bolder"

Chef Zeff:

Honey Glazed (one-shot)

After completing the closing shift of chaotic energy aboard Baratie, conversations turn into flirtations as the chef's hold a completely hypothetical conversation regarding how to adequately prepare and cook-with human. The front of house manager offers her body to be the central focus for the fixation of the chef's unhinged thoughts. Zeff does not shy away from a flirtatious challenge.

Monkey D Garp:

Bonnie Lass: Part 1, Part 2(NSFW) (2/2 Series)

As the assistant to one of the warlords of the seas, it is your task to man the small den-den-mushi earpiece assigned to Mihawk: managing his assignments, scribing the notes of importance. As the receiver drones on, you answer the call and are greeted to the familiar brogue of the Vice-Admiral you had not yet met face to face. 

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[tinfairies]

Where They Like To Cum

One Piece x Fem!Reader

Loves to paint your face with their cum, and are as messy as possible about it

Luffy, Buggy, Ace

Loves to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow every last drop

Nami, Crocodile, Alvida, Kuro

Loves to cum on your tits and chest and watch it drip down

Robin, Mihawk, Shanks, Helmeppo

Loves to cum on your tummy and rub it into your skin

Boa Hancock

Loves to cum on your pussy and thighs, then they'll lick it off of you while they suck your clit

Usopp, Law, Koby

Loves to cum inside your pussy, filling you up with their seed and promising to get you pregnant

Sanji, Doflamingo, Arlong, Garp, Corazon

Loves to cum on your back and ass as they fuck you in doggy position, they just love making a mess

Zoro, Zeff, Smoker

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[writer12]

hellooo i saw your requests are open and wanna request a klahadore x gardener fem reader pls ><

like kaya notices that the flowers in the garden have been wilting and asks the one of the staff to hire a gardener and forgot to tell klahadore of their arrival. (the reader smelles like catnip as the have cats at home, ohno i wonder what'll happen wink wink)

sorry for the long text, have a good day ^^

Thank you very much for writing your request and I am glad to fulfill your request!

Gardener and Butler

Once Klahadore heard one interesting saying from one of the pirates: “Don’t leave the house unattended, otherwise pests will appear in the house.” At first he ignored it as just more unnecessary nonsense, but he realized that this nonsense was true.

As soon as the butler left the estate for just a few minutes to go shopping and leave Kaya with the other servants, when he comes back with the purchases he sees a stranger. It was you, the woman who was trimming the flower bushes in front of the estate with garden shears and giggling at another story that Kaya was telling you, sitting on a small outdoor chair and drinking tea.

Not only was your appearance not part of his plan, but this terrible smell emanated from you. Catnip, to be precise. Klahadore could not deny that to some extent this smell was soothing, but he could not show weakness in front of the mistress and the rest of the servants, so he covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, trying not to sigh too often so as not to smell the smell from you.

In this state, the butler approaches the two of you and Kaya turns her gaze to him.

"Oh, Klahadore, you're back! How was your walk around the city?" the girl asked, but Klahadore ignored her question and looked at you askance.

"…Excuse me, but who is this?" asked the butler.

Kaya was about to answer, but you walked up to the two of them and wiped the sweat from your face with your gloved hands.

"I'm (Y/n), the new gardener. Nice to meet you, sir." You said and extended your hand to him which caused the smell of catnip to become closer to him and he pressed the handkerchief closer to his nose.

He nodded and looked at the gardener with a frown. "…Is it you who gives off that terrible smell?"

She raised an eyebrow and smiled at her hand. "…Ah, it's catnip, I have a couple of cats at home. Will this somehow stop me from working in Lady Kaya's garden, sir?"

He shook his head and turned away. “This may interfere with someone else…” he muttered under his breath, “…Sorry, but I need to leave to put away my shopping. See you later.” he said and walked towards the estate.

Kaya quickly apologized to her for being unusual for Klahadore, to which the gardener simply giggled with a smile and said that it was not her fault. But both of you definitely didn’t realize that this grumpy butler was watching you from the windows of the estate…

…Klahadore almost immediately decided to remove this 'horrible' smell from her clothes and body so that it could not distract him so much. The first way was to wash yourself. He knew for sure that she was leaving a pair of clean changes of clothes at the estate, because work in the garden can be dirty, and after checking to see if there was a smell of catnip on the change of clothes, he sent the gardener to wash herself in the bath. Through some persuasion, the butler was finally able to drag (Y/n) into the bathtub and forced her to wash while he took her clothes. He could hear the rustle of water from the bathroom while he rolled up his sleeves and washed her shirt. Klahadore could not allow other servants to clean her clothes, then even more people would know about his weakness.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could still smell the catnip on her clothes. He frowned in irritation and brought his shirt to his nose. No matter how hard the butler tried to deny it, the smell was soothing and even she, the owner of the clothes, was not as annoying as he thought when they first met.

Sniffing the scent of her shirt again, a faint hint of a smile appeared on his face. He himself was surprised that such a serious person like him would instantly weaken because of the smell of catnip on some girl’s clothes!

Klahadore would have continued his secret work if he had not heard footsteps from the bathroom and began to wash his shirt again. The owner of the shirt entered the room dressed in a robe, which was kindly provided to her, and approached him. "So, how's my shirt? Did you get rid of that 'nasty' smell?"

Klahadore nodded and adjusted his glasses. "It's going well so far, but there's still a smell." he said and after a second covered his nose with a handkerchief. Despite a bath full of shampoo and body wash, the smell of catnip lingered on her.(Y/n) raised an eyebrow with a smile. “What? Is my smell really so good that soap and water can’t wash it off?”The butler just frowned. "...Shut up, gardener."...

...Since bathing and washing did not help her, she had to find another way and it turned out to be perfume. Especially for this, Klahadore ordered a perfume with a very strong scent that would definitely overpower the smell of catnip.

One day, while you were working in the garden, the butler came up behind her and coughed into his fist, attracting her attention."Oh, Klahadore! What brings you today? Another wonderful bath with a wonderful aroma for me?" She said raising her eyebrow with a smile.

He shook his head and took out the perfume from behind his back. “Just don’t think that this is a gift, this is just a necessary measure to improve your work.”

The gardener smiled with a slight blush and took the perfume. "...Heh, flowers? Very ironic."

Klahadore rolled his eyes with a hint of a slight smile and adjusted his glasses. "Try this perfume and keep working, I'll check on you in a few hours." said the butler and left the garden.

A few hours later, he came to the garden as promised. But approaching her from behind while she was watering the flowers, the butler was shocked because the smell of catnip was still on her. But during the day, Klahadore was so tired that he no longer had the strength to be angry at it and simply approached her closely from behind. He gave her a small hug and nuzzled her hair where the smell was strongest. The gardener raised an eyebrow with a smirk and continued watering the flowers. "…Just admit it, butler, you're in love with me."

He frowned just slightly and hugged her a little tighter. "Don't you dare make anything up."

She shrugged. “I’m not making this up. That bath and washing clothes you did for me, buying expensive beautiful perfume and now what you’re doing. Should I continue?”

He frowned and buried his nose in her hair. "…Shut up, gardener."

She chuckled with a smile and continued watering the flowers. "As you say, butler."

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[illicitwildestdreams]

Me: I don't have a knife kink.

Caption Kuro: Yes you do.

Me: Yes I do.

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[since-im-already-here]

Permit me to remind you

 Part 2 

Art by Zitszy - found on pinterest

“My darling, permit me to refresh your memory.”  

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Just as he was about to close the gap between you, finally placing his hand upon your cheek, you hear a faint bell ringing. The bell attached to the corner of the kitchen wall jangled with rattled chimes echoing throughout the kitchen.  Miss Kaya is in need of assistance, which means you would not have adequate time to discuss what transpired between you at present.

“Miss K-Kaya?” you nervously stated, shivering slightly at the warmth of his hand leaving your face.

“I must continue my duties,” He stated, trailing his hand slowly down your cheek before slinking away from you, “I will see you in my office later.” Your blush hurried to swell your cheeks at the thought of what is to come from meeting in his office after hours, watching him fix his collar and turn to walk away. 

Coughing gently out your fluster and composing yourself,  he halted his footfalls, tilting his head to glance at you over his shoulder. Once he shamelessly raked his eyes over your body for any injury or affliction: he noticed you were simply masking your successful fluster, he smirks and pushes up his glasses with the palm of his hand.

Once Klahadore was out of sight, you let out a sigh and moved yourself from the kitchen; just as Sham came into the kitchen to start on the amassment of dirtied dishes. 

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Once concluding your business with Kaya, bringing her a simple glass with cool water to aid her respiration, you find yourself back in your room. You mentally debate the positives and rebuttals of meeting with Klahadore in his office. On one hand, you really want to meet with your boss, and the thought sparks your body alight with shivers of anticipation. 

But on the other, you don’t think it’s a very sound decision to make. He was your boss, you a subordinate beneath him. The thought of ‘beneath him’ sparked another shudder to spring from the crown of your head to your toes. You shake your head to rid yourself of the thought, reprimanding yourself for thinking in the more positive light, as opposed to seeking out the negatives in the argument.

If you were to have a relationship with him, even just physical, it would shift the whole dynamic of the workplace environment. The status-quo would be forever changed. 

Would it be for the night only? Would he wish to bind himself to you completely, physically and mentally? Did he simply desire to reprimand you for igniting your curiosity by pressing your lips to his? Did you truly desire such a relationship?

Walking over to your vanity, you pick up your hairbrush and begin to harshly rake at your hair with a firm hand. As you continue to brush out your hair, your thoughts spiral through your head: like the rainwater collected on Kaya’s mansion roof, shooting down the metal catchments and filling the dam to the point of bursting. 

“Get ahold of yourself, idiot,” you cursed at yourself, your eyes meeting your own within your reflection, “It was just a kiss. An insignificant kiss. A kiss that you should not be dwelling on for so long. It is unbecoming of a woman such as yourself-.”

Breaking you away from your swirling thoughts: a quiet rap of knuckles meeting your door drew you from monologuing aloud further. Thinking it was Sham coming to check your room for forgotten tea cups, you hastily call out to her. 

“Just a moment Sham,” You turned your head away from the mirror to throw your words over your shoulder, “I’m just getting ready for bed-.” 

“-So, you did choose to disobey me?” The purr of a warm, sly voice answers your call in return.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch the door handle rattle and rotate. As it began to turn, the door milliseconds away from flinging wide to reveal the cause of your grievances; you hastily thrust your body into motion, moving quickly to slam yourself against the door. No thoughts in your head came to you, other than a brief fear of reprimand flooding you to spring to motion. The voice behind the threshold of the doorframe chuckles in a dark rumble, the audible smirk elevating his line of questioning.

“Are you sure you want to play this game darling?” His voice ticked up in his distinct quirk, an almost playful smirk springing over his vocal tone, “I was only coming to talk,” you heard the sound of his gloved hand tracing the wood of the door, sliding down the frame as he spoke, “But we can play if that’s what you want.” 

White hot heat floods through your body at his words, the panic in your eyes and harsh beat of your heart thumping against your ribcage. Leaning your back softly against the door, you closed your eyes as you focussed on the words you desired to relay onto him.

“Klahadore please,” you whimpered through your whispered words, “Just give me this night to think, I'm still not too sure of what we were-... -what we are doing.” Your words almost convince you, but the waver in your voice as you cried your plea sounded a bit too desperate. Too needy. 

“And for that reason I was hoping to speak with you, Darling,” He withdrew his gloved hand from the wood and hovered it just above the grain, “Open the door. I promise not to touch you, if that is what you truly want.”

The head of fresh blood rushes to your cheeks as you imagine his hands on you again: the firmness of his grasp, the tender embrace of his lips oscillating with your own, the brush of his dark hair over your forehead meeting with the cool metal of his spectacles-. 

Your thoughts were drawn away from themselves once more at the rattle of the door handle beginning to move again. You shook your head, reopening your eyes as you hardened your resolve to focus on this heavy conversation. Would it hurt so much to just let him in? 

Turning to face the grain of the door, you hastily made your decision to allow your boss permission to enter your suite. Moving your feet slowly backwards, the door opens to reveal the darkened silhouette of the man of your affections; the man who held you so tenderly nights prior, the man who was your boss.  

You attempt to calm the rise of your beating heart as you see him, the patter rattling harshly and causing your breaths to fall from your lips in anxious pants. He was exactly the same as you saw him last: raven hair slicked back to reveal his spectacle-clad face, his work suit just as immaculate and neat as they were mere hours prior. 

However, his aura had changed. There was something new lying beneath the surface. His grey orbs held a mystery behind them that propelled more anxiety to rise in your features. His pupils were slightly dilated, his lips only subtly parted, and his breathing was heavier and more unbridled as he drew in heaping gulps of the air surrounding you. He almost looks flustered.

Pushing his glasses up from his nose with the heel of his right palm, his eyes flutter down to your body and assess every dip and curve of your body beneath your sleepwear. The bob of his Adams Apple at halting where more skin was exposed to him than within your regular uniform had your heart rapidly beating further, prompting you to shield your body from him to conceal it beneath your forearms. 

Seeing you in your night attire seemed to only fluster him more. The heat in your face and the way your lips parted as you took in heavy breaths propelled his own heavy and deliberate breathing to further plague him. 

Clearing his throat, he began an attempt at trying to speak - but it seemed he couldn’t quite find the appropriate words to relay onto you. His sly manipulation for you to open the door depleted the last of his energy reserves for the night, his workload catching up to him at last. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you huffed out a breath and shook your head of any last thoughts holding you back.

“Klahadore, is it really appropriate for us to be meeting this late?” you glance at the hanging grandfather clock in the corner of your suite before drawing your eyes to return to his, “And in my bedroom of all places?” He sighed softly before stepping closer to your body, his hand elevating to reach for you. You swiftly stepped back, clicking your tongue in playful reprimand.

“Uh, uh,” you shook your head, “You said you wouldn’t touch me.” A shaken and growl-like sigh fled from his lips, his eyes finding yours once more and softening as he joined them with you. You cocked your head innocently to the side, uttering a simple, “Let’s just talk, please.” 

It is at this moment that you became suddenly aware of how truly little was shielding your nudity from his body. The sheer material of your nightdress clinging to your every curve, the outline of your body clearly seen on your quivering flesh. You quickly drew your eyes over your chest first, noticing the dip in fabric and the sheerness of the material before joining your eyes with his - wide and panicked. His eyes were heavy, continuously and hypnotically drawing below your collarbone with his breath shaking, before they snap back up to your eyes. 

Moving his hands back to his sides and stepping around you, he finds your plush and dimpled chaise at the end of your bed. The velvet material latches to his trousers as he sits upon its surface, patting the space beside him to beckoning you to join him. 

“If you desire me to sit by your side,” you arched your brow up and held your arms folded across your chest, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, given my attire.” You began feeling self-conscious at the notion that this was not only the first time he’s been in your room, he had never seen you in a state less than professional in your attire. 

Usually you are strong willed, firm in your ways, and set on making sure Kaya is happy as well as cared for. but right now you feel small in his gaze. Weak to his advances, you want to give in, sit next to him and let him engulf you completely but you are still unsure of what that would make you, what that would do to your somewhat flirty friendship.

“Look at you, timid and shy as a mouse, come here to me” He asks somewhat politely but his eyes tell you that he isn’t leaving much room for debate, his stare wanting you to fight back, wanting you to just try to defy him again. Just as you did in the kitchen.

“Klahadore i-“ you begin but are, rudely, interrupted.

“I know dear mouse, you just want to know what it meant hmm? Was it just to let off some steam? Was I toying with you? Trying to put you in your place after disobeying me?” The minute he started taunting you the minute that fire lit in you again, just as it did when you were being shunned in the kitchen 

“How dare you? Coming into my chambers at this hour, speaking to me like I'm beneath you?” As you begin to fume with disgust you realise this is exactly what he wants you to do. He wants you to get frustrated, he knows that’s the only way to get complete control over you. Get you frustrated and upset, then begin his advances with his touches and his kisses, demanding control over your body and syphoning your frustration into lust for him to relieve you of. You have to admit it was indeed working because, even though you have discovered his intentions, you still want him to do it.

“Oh i do like that look on your face, little mouse, i’m sure the situation that we had in the wine cellar that night is weighing on you hmm?”, He folds his hands in his lap and leans back on the chaise’ backrest shuffling himself, legs spreading as he gets comfortable.

“No, it’s not weighing on me at all” you lie, eyes dropping to the floor then back up to him, his smirk. Bastard.

“No? Then why didn’t you come to my office? Instead you hide yourself away like a little mouse running from a cat” 

“Would you stop calling me a mouse!” you huff, your arms unwinding themselves from your chest and moving to grip your hips in anger. 

“i didn’t come to your office because it was getting late and you were still busy with your duties, i already told you before my working hours begin between the time my lady rises in the morning, and concludes once she is settled for the night, and i did not intend to stay up the night waiting for you to grace me with your presence!” you pant heavily after your words escape your mouth in a hurry. 

“oh? But was it not my orders to do so?” he challenges “just as it is now my orders for you to come and sit down” Your brain must have turned off for a second because you feel your body moving towards him and before you could stop yourself he moves forward and collects you, sitting you down beside him, and turning to you.

“Klahadore, what do you want from me?” taking a deep breath to calm yourself,you surge forward and grasp his hands tightly with your own

 “i respect you greatly, and i should not have engaged with you in such a way, Klahadore i’m sor-”

“There’s no need to apologise my dear, if i didn’t want it, i would have stopped you. I apologise for teasing. I do want to clear the air” raising his hand to your cheek, the invitation to touch you granted by your hands grasping his not a moment before seems to be consent enough for him. 

“As much as I do like teasing you, seeing you get frustrated was a highlight of my day most days, your willingness to bicker with me…well” he stops himself from going any further with that thought and begins another;

“that night was a particularly bad night for Miss Kaya, and i do worry for her. I needed to remove some stress and you were so willing-” Hearing this made you move away, his hand falling from your face,

“is that all it was to you? A release of stress? Well I'm glad it didn’t go any further than it did” you feel your eyes start to well with tears as you stand to walk to the door, waiting to usher him out. Instead as you stand and turn from him, he grabs your wrist and turns you to stand between his legs, your other hand immediately rises to your face to hide yourself from him.

“Let me finish, please Darling” his other hand reaches towards your face, to remove your hand, but you turn so slightly to hide yourself. The hand on your wrist removes itself to find a new home at your waist, drawing you closer.

“Look at me”, it sounds like an order but it’s really a plea, nobody wants to talk to a brick wall. Holding back your tears, you face him again. 

“You were so willing, to help me” he took a deep breath, prompting you to do the same,

“I had a lot of tasks so fulfil that day, days of unfinished dishes were piling up, Sham and Buchi were nowhere to be found - then you swoop in, offering to some soup up to Miss Kaya for me” he sighs out his breath “giving me a fresh breath of obedience that i just had to reward”

You go to move your hand out of his grasp to cover your ever heating face again, feeling another wave of embarrassment wash over you 

“shh sh sh, come here” you squirm as he pulls and you’re falling into his lap, legs swinging between his knees and hand landing on his chest. His hands begin to wander but stop when they reach your inner thigh and begin squeezing gently. You feel his breath on your neck, you stifle a moan as he begins whispering into it. 

“I would never use you, everything i want to do to you - i want you to be begging for it”

You start to think to yourself if it is actually embarrassment or that other red hot feeling. His hands are caressing your inner thighs but never moving above them, subtly teasing that he wants you to start begging for him to do something, but not saying he will. 

The confusion of the day, and the workload, finally weigh on you and you feel your body relaxing under his touch. Feeling the sudden mood shift, Klahadore brings his outer hand and begins rubbing up and down your back,

“My poor little thing, the day finally catching up with you? I suppose the threat of a formal reprimand got to you, hm?” his words aren't really being taken to mind as he pulls he stress from your body with just his hands, 

“Just relax for me i’ll make you feel better” it doesn't really register in your mind as you're being pulled to your feet and walked over to your bed. Already dressed for bed your body doesn’t feel the need for resistance, but you feel yourself objecting vocally as he situates himself onto your bed after tucking you under your covers,

“What’s the matter now darling?” he doesn’t move from his spot on your bed, sitting on the edge but close enough to touch you.

“No, it’s nothing, just tired I suppose” a headache starts to form, “but I don't want you to think I'm pushing you away or trying to avoid-” you begin to defend yourself.

“No pushing away, just sleep for tonight little mouse, perhaps another night we can play hm?” He swiftly moves himself up, standing over you, ready to leave the room but you grasp his hand before he can do so.

“Perhaps just one kiss Klahadore? To say goodnight?” you see him smirk at this as he leans down to give you a light peck, that you quickly deepen, wanting to feel him flushed again.

“Just a goodnight kiss my darling”, he moves away towards your door and makes a show of blowing out your dim burning candles on your vanity.

He says one final goodnight to you and closes your door, You faintly hear his footsteps leaving. Your headache worsens as you think to yourself. Perhaps you have been working too much lately, but if you were sick, surely the pot of tea you shared with Miss Kaya would help.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

You get them a cat HC's

Featuring Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy and Kuro!

Warnings: None.

Notes: GN! Reader

A/N: I just needed to get this silly little idea out of my head!

"Oh? Well, I guess another one won't hurt."

Turns out his castle is a refuge for all kinds of animals. He's taking care of injured or abandoned beings of all sort.

Let's be honest, his personality has a lot of a feral cat as well. You find the similarities hilarious, while he still can't see it.

One time you walked in on him petting it - one of the rare occasions you ever saw him smile.

Loves when the cat sits on his lap while he's in his armchair by the fire, sipping on a glass of wine. An adorable image, and his favourite kind of self-care.

It will rub itself against his beard all the time. Who can blame it?

Needs at least one new outfit a week since the cat will always wreck the feather of his hat or scratch his leather clothes.

Talks to it with a way higher voice than usually, and yes, he does babytalk.

-><--><--><--><-

"Great idea! I actually thought about getting a mascot for the crew anyways."

This man is like a Disney Princess. Just gives off a vibe that makes an animal automatically love him.

Is pretty chill about standard annoying cat behavior. This pet will be misbehaving a lot since he just takes everything with a smile. Can't really be mad at all.

It will probably have a standard seat on his shoulder and loves hiding under his cape.

Always buys snacks when he's on land and even shares his meal with it.

Talks about the cat as if it's an actual person, and talks a lot. Literally his new bestie, you're almost jealous.

This animal has seen some shit. He'll definetly not go anywhere without it and do some weird party tricks when drunk.

Would protect it with his life, certainly.

Poor guy is actually a lil' bit allergic, but endures for your and it's sake.

-><--><--><--><-

"...fine. But if it goes anywhere near my stuff I'll throw it overboard!"

Will have a full blown rant about how cats are ungrateful and illoyal little shits.

Isn't actually an animal person in general. Especially cats and dogs are a little too fascinated with his nose for his liking - it looks like a toy, after all.

It follows him around despite his best efforts not to. He gets used to it quickly however and starts talking to it. It helps him get his thoughts in order, actually.

Lets you keep it in the end because this man just can't say no to any of your wishes. Won't admit it though, probably says it's because they're useful to catch mice on the ship or something.

Throws a tantrum at least once a day, especially when the cat got anywhere near his maps.

Unsuccessfully tries to teach it any tricks for them to participate in the circus.

Is often caught juggling for it and acts like the cat just happened to be there while he was practicing.

It's an open secret that he adores this animal. It's also the only one allowed to sit on his throne besides him.

-><--><--><--><-

"...what an astonishing creature, indeed."

It takes everything in this man to not drop the facade.

Wants to keep it so badly but hesistantly talks about hygiene and how the cat's presence may negatively affect Kaya's health.

He's actually the most skilled when it comes to properly train those stubborn creatures.

Anyways, he still will get scratched and hissed at. It breaks his heart.

Indulges it as good as he can. Only the best food, it's own room in the mansion and always new toys.

Always nerds out some biological or historical facts about those animals.

Loves to absentmindedly stroke it's fur whenever it sits on his lap. Looks like a Bond villain when doing so.

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[snippychicke]

Cats & Ships-- Chapter Nine

Will fancy up later. Again.

Captain Kuro knew that once he and his crew returned to Maple Town a few weeks later that there could be several possible outcomes, and had plans for each one. Thankfully, the situation seemed to be more favorable as most of the town was still receptive to their presence. And having a tentative ally in an entire town could be very beneficial. Or so he reasoned as he threatened his crew to behave themselves while on shore. Having a port they could return to that wouldn’t alert the marines, who were indebted to them, who was willing to take stolen treasure and exchange it for stacks of berries or other goods and services could be a boon to them.

But one thing he had not planned for, had not expected in the least bit, was seeing Kaya sitting at the Mazer Tavern, deep in conversation with you. He couldn’t even appreciate the smile you had when you first saw him shortly before you realized the situation yourself.

Kaya caught the expression on your face as you paled, and looked behind her. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife, time itself seemed hesitant with moving forward.

Surprise melted into burning fury and hatred, and Kuro clenched his fists as he stared at the waif of a child that had ruined his plans. Everything he had worked towards for those three years, biting his tongue and going against his very nature with the self-imposed servitude, all of that failing because of her.

You suddenly stepped between him and Kaya, breaking his train of thought, as well as the spiraling anger. Your face was sympathetic, but he could see a hint of caution and determination in your eyes. “Please, let’s keep things civil. Or, at least non-violent.”

Kuro took a breath as he straightened. He had told his crew to behave themselves, he needed to hold to that as well. He schooled his expression, embracing that coldness to quench the rage burning as he strode across the tavern and took a seat a few places away from Kaya, pointedly ignoring her. “My usual, please.”

You hesitantly complied, glancing between the two before ducking into the back. Silence hung heavily once more, the faint movement of Kaya fiddling with her own glass visible from the corner of his eye as he studied the wall behind the bar decorated with various wanted posters.

He noted his own with the word ‘dead’ harshly marked out, leaving just the words ‘Wanted: Alive’ above his bounty (quite hefty, considering he had returned from the dead.) Had you done that recently, or back when you had admitted you worried for his safety?

Either way, it was a visual reminder that he had something to lose. Something other than his life or his freedom.

You shortly returned with the tea, as well as a refill for Kaya. (Juice? Or something with alcohol in it? It seemed odd to think of her drinking any type of hard beverage.) After a moment, he watched amused as you poured yourself a shot and downed it with soft swear.

Kaya chuckled at the sight as well, which almost broke the tense silence. Almost.

“God, I didn’t know silence could be this painful,” You stated a moment later. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take it over something… worse, it’s just…” You trailed off, unsure how to express yourself.

Kaya apparently took it as a challenge and swiveled in her seat to face him, the movement catching his attention. He had to admit, she looked different from when he last saw her.

(Cowering in fear, those dark eyes wide and full of fear. He had strangled any regret or pity and had focused on the anger as he raised his Cat Claws. This would be the last death. His life would be safe with her demise. His ultimate plan is finally coming to fruition.)

She was stronger, a hard glint in eyes that were once so soft and watery. Determination unlike he had ever seen before settled into her stance. (Why was he almost proud of that fact?)

“How have you been?” She asked, her voice no longer soft and whiny, but firm yet kind.

Despite himself, Kuro scoffed as he sipped his tea. “Alive.” What else was there to say? What else could he say without risking his next attempt at escaping the life of a pirate?

“I see,” Kaya responded slowly after another moment of silence. “I admit, I was quite surprised when I learned you survived and had returned to piracy.”

Kuro watched as you poured a second shot, apparently thinking the first one had not been enough. He gestured towards you, and quickly had a small glass of the clear liquid. He preferred wine to the sharp bite of what he presumed was moonshine (of all things, why that? You had a vast array of different choices.) But he wasn’t about to complain.

(He was completely too soft when it came to you, and hoped no one else had noticed.)

Once the burn was eased with another sip of tea, Kuro looked back at his once-ward. “Yes, well. My options were rather limited at the time. As much as I detest it, I am rather skilled at being a pirate.” Before she could push back, and he could see the argument in her eyes, he continued: “As for you, how do you find your new path of becoming a doctor?”

There was no holding back the sneer in his voice at the term. He still found it hard to believe the sheltered child knew what was in store for her as a doctor. She probably thought of being settled at the patient's bedside, soothing common colds and treating simple infections.

Not covered in someone else’s blood. He had seen doctors yell for people to hold their patient down as they sawed at a ruined leg that had been destroyed by a cannonball. Having to choose between which patient to treat, and which to let nature take its course.

He couldn’t see Kaya in that situation.

The young woman looked away, focusing on her own drink. “It’s been more difficult than expected, but I’m enjoying the challenge. I was actually just recounting the trip to the town’s hospital and being able to watch surgeries being performed. If I was able to bring that knowledge back to Syrup Village, it could do a lot of good.”

Or he could be surprised. Kuro blamed the moonshine as he felt another twinge of respect for the young woman, but had to admit she had certainly grown from the frail thing he had cared for. “Hmph. I suppose that fool Usopp has been trailing you like a lost dog.”

A fond smile she wore every time the young man was mentioned bloomed on her lips, though there was a hint of sadness as well. “Actually, he went with Luffy on the ship I gave them-- the Going Merry. See, you can make out the back of his head there in the corner,” Kaya gestured to the wall of wanted posters. The strawhat pirate grinned brashly in his picture, but Kuro focused on where Kaya was gesturing.

Hell, she was right. There was no mistaking the boy’s back; how many times had he snuck up on Usopp while the teen was spinning his lies to Kaya?

“I guess that proves nothing is impossible,” he grumbled. Not only had Luffy defied his expectations, but so had Usopp.

Damn brats.

“He’ll send me letters when he can,” she continued on, sounding far too much like the dreaming girl he once knew. “The village postmaster will forward them to the university. Last I knew, they’re heading for the Grand Line after a stop in Logue Town.”

Kuro scoffed, even if he believed anything Usopp wrote, going to the Grand Line was a foolish mistake. They were still little more than children playing pirates, even if they had supposedly taken on Arlong’s crew and triumphed as the rumors claimed.

Granted, the fact Luffy carried a thirty-million berry bounty on his head at such a young age proved that even the marines saw him as a threat. (It did ease his wounded pride some as well.)

The relative peace of the tavern ended as the doors opened and most of his crew poured in, rowdy as ever as they greeted both their captain and their favorite barmaid. Kuro sighed, both thankful for the distraction and annoyed that he had lost his chance at a moment with you in relative peace. As it waz, you shot him a soft look before hurrying to tend to his crew.

(He didn't feel jealous at all as Jango wrapped his arm around your shoulders in a side hug. How and when did you two become close?)

He had both expected and hoped Kaya would take the chance to end the awkward peace and disappear from the Tavern, but instead she slipped into the seat next to his.

Her dark eyes were hard as he looked at her, surprised. “Look, Klahadore--”

“Kuro,” he insisted. He didn’t mind you calling him by that alias, but from Kaya’s lips it sharply kindled his anger.

“Fine, Kuro,” She repeated. “I’m not forgiving you--”

“--nor do I expect or want your forgiveness.”

His interruption struck a nerve, and he saw a flash of pain in her eyes. But with a deep breath it was gone, replaced once more with seriousness. “But we do have a common friend, and I am willing to tolerate you for her sake. And I do not care how foolish it sounds, but if you betray her I shall call on what connections I have to hunt you down.”

Kuro’s first instinct was to grip her throat and snarl at her impudence. She dared to threaten him? Did she think that she had anything to do with his failure back at Syrup Village?

His fingers clenched as he held back the urge, however. Because she was unfortunately partially correct. You would not take kindly to him killing Kaya. Plus it would likely only complicate things, and he refused to have her ruin two of his plans.

“You’re right, it does sound foolish,” he stated plainly, forcing himself to look away from the young woman. “Luckily for you, I have no such intent.”

“Good. Because-- god knows why-- she’s fond of you. Even though she was essentially ostracized from the village just because you had befriended her. At first I was saddened to hear that she was working in a tavern after everything, but she seems quite happy.”

Kuro ignored Kaya and looked to where you were chatting with Jango and some of the others while setting down their drinks. You were happy…

And wearing the necklace he had sent, the dark obsidian cat catching the light where it rested against your chest. Quietly but pointedly marking you as part of his for those who knew.

Betray you? Kuro doubted that he could do that now. He could betray everyone else, wipe out his entire crew and the village without a moment of remorse. But you? Just the thought made him feel ill.

He wanted you safe. Wanted you by his side because he trusted you not to ever slip a knife into his ribs at the first convience.

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