featuring: heat, wire, loki and katakuri // gn! reader!! but with female parts
a/n: time for part 4 of this series!! sorry about the long wait guys!! I’ve been feeling a bit down but I’m trying to write as much as possible!! hugs and kisses!! uwu // my writing may be lacking, it’s been awhile oof
summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because I’m whore when it comes to anime men. 😩😩 // part 1 ,, part 2 ,, part 3.
One of the more gentle kid pirates, especially when it comes to his partner and their intimate moments. And trust me this man is going to respect to the very end, and treat you as if you were made as glass. Your needs always come first in his eyes. So when you suggested to ride him he was surprised, he was usually in charge during sex, wanting to focus on your pleasure.
“You want to ride me?” He asked, his cheeks turning slightly pink at your words. And to which you nod, looking up at him. “Yes, tonight I want to focus on you alone and your pleasure alone.” You say, batting your eyes at him. “Only if you let me.” And he wanted to protest, but seeing your eyes and how you spoke to him made him hard…and all he could was nod. “Please..”
Once Heat’s back was against the bed, you dragged your tongue along his tattoos, giving him small kisses and love bites. Before stripping your clothes off, and helping him strip as well. “Such a good boyfriend, I’m going to ride you so good..” You whisper against his ear before sinking into his length. Whimpering at this new position, to which it took a few to catch your own breath. He was much bigger…much bigger.
Heat moans at your walls clenched around his cock, throwing his head back. “Fuck…so tight…” He groans, his hands immediately grabbing your hips. And soon you began to move your hips against his. The room was covered in your guys moans, he would grab your chest and squeeze them. “Mm Heat…so big..cock so good.”
Let’s just say the ship could hear you guys, Kid even told you guys to quote on quote to ‘shut the fuck up.’ . But after you’re done riding him he’ll do everything to treat you good. Good at aftercare. “Mm, maybe for next time we can try reverse cowgirl.”
Wire
Oh this man is very kinky, he loves whenever you ride him. At first you were intimidated by riding him because of his height and size of his cock, and of course it took a lot of begging and convincing until you said yes, but after that experience with him. It was one of your favorite positions with him.
Right now Wire had his back against the bed, both arms were tied to the headboard, and you look down at him. Sitting on his lap. “Mm can’t wait to ride your pretty cock…it’s so good.” You moan out. Leaning down and giving him a sloppy kiss against his neck. Making him shiver. “Hm.. I’m all yours darling”
And that’s all it took, you gave him a few strokes before positioning his cock to your entrance and slowly you sink down. Biting your lip “Always so big..” You moan out. He hissed in pleasure, but he still always had a smirk across his face. “Hmm well…what are you waiting for. Starting riding.” He said.
To which you nod and move against his hips, Wire just watches you. Watched how big his cock was, seeing the budge in your stomach. And despite him being tied down he was always in charge. “That’s right, you look so good riding me. Such a needy mess…does my cock fill you up good?” He asked, moving his hips upwards. To which you were a mumbling and moaning mess. “Wire..oh baby…Yes!” You moan out. He loved it whenever you were so needy, the way your mouth spills out dirty words. Or the way your body bounces against his. “Cock…fuck…good…”
And once you two cum, you’ll help him out of the ropes. And he would immediately want a round two. So you better buckle up. Because this man can last for hours…and he’ll make sure you’re not walking properly for the next week.
Loki
This man is definitely going to treat you as if you’re made of glass..he doesn’t want to hurt you. Considering you’re human…and well he’s a giant. One wrong move and it’s your life. But again you have needs and he wants to help you in any way. And of course his tongue came into the picture…it was such a lewd idea…but you wanted to feel it.
So Loki picked up your body, holding you against his fingers. Being so gentle… “Are you sure…about this dear?” He asked. “Yes..just don’t swallow me..” You joke around…and he couldn’t help but crack a slight smile. Slowly he held you above his mouth and sticks out his tongue. And once he placed you against his tongue you couldn’t help but shiver. It felt odd, but once he moved his tongue slightly you felt a wave of pleasure. “Loki…”
And once he heard your faint moan he couldn’t help but groan. He made sure to hold you above his tongue with one hand, while the other hand works on his cock. Stroking himself through his pants. “Darling…you taste quite divine…I didn’t know I could come across something so good..” He moans out. Earning a mumbling mess from you. “Ahh…fuck…”
And as time passes by, he slowly places you on his tongue. Being extra careful with you. And you moan and move against the wet muscle. And it didn’t take you that long to finish on the tip of his tongue. And before you know it Loki grabs you gently between his fingers and places you on the palm of his hand. And he smirks at your flustered face, the way you were panting as you laid on his palm.
Loki smirks. “I must say darling…we must do that again.” He said. And all you could was whimper and nod at his comment, which earned a small smirk from the giant.
Katakuri
He was very closed off to any ideas during sex, not because he didn’t find you attractive. It was because he didn’t want to hurt you…considering he was much taller than you..and this poor man was afraid of hurting you, he didn’t want you to run off. And of course it took a lot of convincing him…convincing of riding him and when he agreed to your idea you were jumping from joy.
But that’s when it came to that night…you were nervous and he wanted to help you in any way…first it started off with a make-out session, he made sure to be extra careful with his teeth. Soon he fingered you slowly trying to stretch you up..he definitely could tell you were nervous. “You don’t have too…” He said softly, as he looked above you. You were sitting on his lap. “It’s okay..I’ll be fine…I’ve taken you before.”
Katakuri helped you when you were on top of him. Helping you take his length. And once you did, he gave a moment to gather yourself. It took you a few minutes before you started to move slowly against him. He placed his hands on your hips. “You’re doing amazing Y/N…so amazing..” He moans under his breath. “Katakuri…you feel so good…as always.” You moaned softly.
The room was filled with softly and muffled moans, everytime you guys had your intimate moments you guys always made sure to keep it on the down low..he doesn’t need his siblings or his mother listening to your guys intimate moment. So you had to cover your mouth with your hand as you move your hips against his. “Oh Katakuri..”
Soon your movements were getting sloppy and quick…you were close. So he grabbed your hips and held you down and started to fuck you upwards. Moving his hips in a quick motion. Hitting the right spots. Making you moan against your mouth…and once you finish around him it didn’t take too long to fill you up. He’s definitely the king of aftercare, cleaning you off, grabbing you some water or a snack and also running you a warm bath.
Summary: They claim that aren't that clingy with you, what they do says otherwise.
Masterlist / Part 1, Part 3
❤️🔥⛓️Heat & Wire:
You’re barely awake when Heat’s voice cuts through the quiet. “Hey. You busy?”
You look up to see Heat leaning over your bed while Wire stands just behind him, arms crossed. “You just woke me up.”
Heat grins. “Perfect. You’re free.”
“Free for what?”
Wire answers instead, calm and blunt. “Breakfast. Then maintenance. Then fix whatever Kid breaks next.”
Heat claps his hands. “See? Full schedule. Let’s go.”
You grumble a bit, wanting to go back to sleep. “Do I get a say?”
Heat grabs your hand, pulling you out of your bed. “You’re saying yes with your feet. Move ‘em. And get dressed.” He adds with a wink. “If you need help, we won’t mind.”
You chuck a pillow straight at his face. Wire hands you your clothes before you can say anything, and you shove both of them out so you can change. By the time you step back out, Heat’s arm is already around your shoulders, and Wire has taken up position on your other side. You’re sandwiched before you even realize it.
You’re soon helping Heat clean weapons while Wire works nearby, coiling up some rope. Every time you shift, one of them adjusts too, Heat scoots closer, Wire steps in just enough to block the open space.
“You two know you don’t both need to be right here,” you say.
Heat snorts. “What, and let you wander off?”
Wire nods once. “Unlikely.”
“That was not reassuring.”
Heat flashes a grin. “Relax. We’re just keeping you company.”
You glance around. “This feels more like surveillance.” Heat just grins and Wire shrugs.
Later you finally manage to sit down with a plate to finally eat something, and Heat immediately steals something off it. “Hey!”
“You weren’t gonna finish that.”
“Yes I was!”
Wire slides his own plate a little closer to yours. “Take some of mine.”
You blink. “…Why?”
“Balance,” he says simply.
Heat grins. “See? We take care of you.”
“You stole my food.”
“And replaced it,” Heat says, gesturing at Wire. “Team effort.”
You sigh. “You guys are clingy.”
Heat laughs. “Together?”
Wire tilts his head. “Is that a problem?”
You open your mouth. Close it. “I don’t know.”
They exchange a look. “Cool,” Heat says. “We’ll keep going then.”
You try to sneak away for some quiet time. You make it all of three steps. “Where you goin’?” Heat calls.
“…Nowhere.”
Wire is already beside you. “That’s vague.”
“I just wanted a minute.”
Heat drapes himself over a railing in front of you, blocking the path. “Minute with us counts.”
Wire steps in behind you close enough that you’re very aware of him. “…You planned this.”
Heat grins. “Maybe.”
Wire adds, “Yes.”
You’re sitting on the deck, leaning back, staring at the sky. Heat drops down beside you, stretching his legs out. Wire settles on your other side a moment later.
No one speaks. It’s comfortable.
Heat breaks the silence first. “You’re quieter when you sit with us.”
“…Am I?”
Wire nods. “You don’t fidget.”
Heat smirks. “Means you’re relaxed.”
You glance between them. “You’re both hovering.”
Heat shrugs. “We’re good at it.”
Wire adds, “You don’t ask us to leave.” You don’t have a response to that.
By sunset, you’re exhausted, sitting between them as the light turns the sea gold.
Heat leans back on his hands. “Long day.”
“Yeah,” you murmur. Wire’s shoulder brushes yours when he shifts. He doesn’t move away. “…You’ve both been around me all day,” you say.
Heat hums. “Yeah.”
Wire says, “Correct.”
“That’s clingy.”
Heat laughs. “We prefer ‘consistent.’”
Wire considers. “…Persistent.”
Heat nods. “Yeah. That one.”
You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. “You could at least pretend you’re not doing it on purpose.”
Heat slings an arm around your shoulders, resting it there while messing with your hair. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Wire leans a fraction closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. “We like knowing where you are.” The sun dips lower. Neither of them move and you don’t either.
♥️⚙️Eustass Kid:
You wake up hoping for a peaceful start, maybe a cup of tea on the deck. Instead, you find Kid leaning against the railing, smirking. “About time,” he says. “You’re coming with me.”
“…Coming with you where?”
“Helping me, obviously.” He gestures toward a pile of metal scraps and tools. “You’re going to hold things. Fetch things. Maybe even… learn a thing or two.”
“I can hold things,” you offer weakly.
“Good enough.” He smirks, handing you a heavy metal pipe. “Hold this. Don’t drop it. Moving on.”
By the time you’re halfway through the first task, you realize your “peaceful morning” is over. Every time you try to take a break, he appears behind you. “Where are you going?”
“Just...”
“Back to work. Move.”
“Yes, captain,” you mutter.
Kid’s projects have migrated to the Victora Punk’s deck. Sparks fly, tools clatter, and you’re crouched down holding a panel while he welds a complicated-looking mechanism.
“No, no. Doll it more like this.” He grabs your hands for a second, adjusts your grip, then lets go. “…Better. Don’t move.”
You glance up not even registering what he just called you. “I’m basically stuck here.”
“Exactly. Good.” His smirk widens. “…See? You’re useful.”
You finally sit down for a moment, expecting to eat in peace. Of course, Kid plops down beside you, arms crossed, leaning just enough to claim the space. “You should eat fast,” he says, nodding at your plate. “Can’t leave things half-done.”
“I’m eating,” you point out.
“And helping.” He smirks. “Multitasking.” Somehow, he manages to steal half your food while insisting you keep working. When you glare, he just shrugs. “Sharing is helping.”
By this point, you’re running errands all over the ship: fetching parts, holding equipment, and following him from one chaotic project to the next. Every time you drift toward a moment of peace, he appears. “Where are you going?”
“…Just grabbing a drink.”
“You can drink here. Or there. Or follow me.” He gestures toward another pile of metal and sparks. “Option three is preferred.”
“Option three again?”
“Obviously.” He smirks. “Helping me. You like helping me, don’t you?”
“…I… guess?”
“Good answer. Now move.”
By now, your muscles ache, and you finally sit on the deck, leaning against the railing. Kid plops down beside you, smirk still in place. Not exactly cuddling, but the proximity is deliberate. One arm drapes casually behind your back, as if claiming the spot. “You’re… clingy?”
Kid tilts his head. “I’m not clingy. You just happen to be useful. And convenient. And… okay, fine, I like having you here.”
“That’s clingy.”
“…I prefer ‘strategically attached.’” He leans slightly closer, wrapping his arm around you pulling you closers, eyes glinting with mischief. “See? Still not clingy.”
By the time the sun starts dipping, you’ve been trapped in Kid’s orbit all day. Every time you move, he’s there, assigning another task, watching, smirking. Even when you try to rest, he insists on supervising. “…Kid.”
“Relax. You’re good at this. Don’t mess it up.”
You can’t help but laugh. “I think I just got drafted into your personal maintaince crew.”
“Exactly,” he says, leaning back, arms crossed, smirk never leaving his face. “And you’re stuck.”
By the time the stars come out, you’ve stopped trying to escape. Somehow, being “stuck” with Kid all day, running errands, holding metal, dodging sparks, is kind of nice. Chaotic, loud, and a little infuriating, but nice.
You lean back, letting him smirk beside you in silence. “…Strategically attached,” you repeat quietly.
“…Exactly,” he says, smirk softening just slightly. “…And useful. Don’t forget useful.”
💙☠️Killer:
You step onto the deck, stretching and enjoying the sun, when you feel a presence beside you. “…Killer?”
He’s leaning against the railing, hands casually resting on the edge, eyes hidden behind his mask, but there’s no mistaking the way he subtly positions himself beside you. “Morning,” he says quietly.
“Morning,” you reply.
His tone is flat, but the way he angles his body keeps him close. “You shouldn’t overdo it in the sun.”
You raise an eyebrow. “…I just got out here.”
“Still, you should be careful.” His phrasing is careful, neutral, but there’s no denying the closeness.
Later, you wander toward the storage room for supplies. When you come out, carrying a small crate, Killer is there. Standing silently. Waiting. “Killer, did you just follow me?”
“I was nearby,” he corrects. “Crates can be heavy. I can help.”
You sigh and hand him half the load. He takes it without complaint, walking just slightly behind you. When you stumble over a loose plank, his hand brushes yours, enough to steady you, not quite holding you. “Thanks.”
“Of course, anytime.” His tone is flat, but the hint of amusement in his posture is there.
By now, the ship is buzzing with activity. You’re trying to take a small break on the deck, sitting with your back to the railing. Killer sits down beside you, careful to leave space, but close enough that you notice the subtle warmth of his presence. “Killer?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t move very far from me, do you?”
“I don’t move far.” Somehow the answer feels protective. “It’s safer this way.”
You grin, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “That’s clingy, you know.”
He tilts his head slightly. “No. Not clingy. Protective.”
When Kid and the others are running around, creating chaos, Killer is quietly nearby, always alert. When sparks fly from one of Kid’s experiments, he’s instantly by your side, crouching slightly to make sure you’re out of the way. “You’re everywhere today.”
“I am aware of your location,” he says calmly. “It helps me respond faster.”
“That’s still clingy.”
“It is not clingy. It is effective.” He gives a faint shrug, but his knee brushes yours briefly, almost accidental, almost deliberate.
By sunset, you sit on the deck, exhausted but content. Killer is right there, leaning against the railing beside you, legs stretched out, one hand resting lightly near yours. He doesn’t speak, but the quiet companionship is heavier than words.
“Killer.”
“Yes?”
“You’ve been… here all day.”
“I’m here.” Short, flat, matter-of-fact. “I do not leave.”
You can’t help but smile. “That’s clingy.”
He finally glances at you, eyes soft behind the mask. “It’s… necessary.”
And maybe it is. Being around Killer all day, quiet, protective, just a constant presence, is comforting. The kind of clingy that doesn’t demand, doesn’t smother, but still makes you feel undeniably safe. “Fine,” you murmur, leaning back slightly. “…I don’t mind, but scoot over here, you may as well be closer.”
There’s a brief pause. Just long enough that you wonder if you pushed too far. Then Killer shifts, shoulder brushing yours and his hand taking yours in his. For the rest of the evening, he stays nearby. Silent. Protective. Clingy in his own quiet way.
💛🫀Trafalgar Law:
It was one of those rare days when the ship was docked. You’re leaning against the railing, enjoying the gentle sway of the Polar Tang, when you feel a shadow fall across your side. “…Law?”
He’s standing there, arms crossed, expression unreadable, but his shoulder brushes yours. “Yes?”
“You’re… close.”
“I am merely ensuring your safety,” he says, voice flat. “It is windy.”
You glance at the railing and back at him. “I don’t need guarding.”
“Perhaps. But precaution is advisable.”
Later, you’re walking toward the deck to grab some supplies a couple of other crew members had brought back. Law is quietly following, hands in his pockets, stride matching yours perfectly. You glance over your shoulder. “…Are you following me?”
“I am maintaining proximity for tactical observation.” His eyes are serious, almost calculating. “You should not be out of my line of sight for extended periods.”
You sigh. “That’s clingy.”
He blinks at you once. “…I do not believe that word applies to me.”
By mid-morning, you sit on the deck with a cup of tea. Law comes and sits a few feet away, knees almost brushing yours, book in hand. He doesn’t speak, but every few moments, his gaze flicks toward you, scanning to make sure you’re comfortable.
When you stretch your arms, he shifts slightly, enough to keep your movements within his peripheral view. “Law?”
“Yes?”
“You’ve been… watching me.”
“I call it monitoring. Observation is different from… attachment.”
By noon, you’ve wandered toward the galley to help with lunch prep. Law appears at the entrance silently, standing back, arms crossed, observing as if guarding both the room and you. You glance at him. “You really are everywhere today.”
“I am present where necessary,” he says, tone neutral. “Including here.”
Later, when you take a short walk on the upper deck, Law appears beside you again, side by side, hands in pockets, calm as ever. He doesn’t speak unless necessary, but when you stop to watch a flock of seagulls, his shoulder nudges yours gently. Almost imperceptible, but deliberate. “…Law.”
“Yes?”
“You keep touching me.”
“Incidental contact.”
You laugh softly. “Incidental, sure.” You remark as you carefully take his hand in yours, giving a gentle squeeze.
By evening, the sun starts to dip, painting the deck gold. You sit to relax, leaning against the railing. Law sits beside you again, leg brushing yours, hand resting nearby—not quite touching, not exactly distant. Just… there. Constant. Calm. Protective.
“You know,” you murmur, letting your hand brush against his, “this is exactly what being clingy looks like.”
He glances down at your hand briefly, expression unreadable. “…I see no evidence to support that claim.”
You grin. “…Sure, Law.” After a while, you notice him subtly leaning closer as if the motion were unconscious. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, just sits, his presence steady and reassuring. “Law?” He finally looks at you, the faintest softness in his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, right?”
“…Nope.”
A nod. “Good.” It’s silent after that. No dramatic gestures, no loud proclamations, just the quiet knowledge that he’s there. Always near. Always watching. Always yours, in his own careful way.
❤️🍖Monkey D. Luffy:
Luffy doesn’t say he isn’t clingy. He says, “What’s clingy?”
You pause mid-step. “You don’t know?”
He grins. “Nope!”
Usopp, sitting on the railing nearby, snickers. “It means you won’t leave them alone.”
Luffy blinks. Then looks at you. “Why would I want to leave them alone?” You open your mouth. Close it. Fair enough.
Later that day, you’re walking across the deck when something suddenly wraps around your arm. “HEY!” Luffy beams, hanging off you like this is normal. “Wanna see something cool?”
Before you can answer, he’s already dragging you toward the trees on the nearby island the Sunny’s docked at. Five minutes in, he crouches dramatically and points at a leaf. “LOOK.”
You lean in. “Is that… a beetle?”
“Yeah!” His eyes sparkle. “It can lift stuff heavier than you!”
“…Rude.”
He laughs and bumps into you, knocking you slightly off balance. His arm immediately hooks around your waist. “Careful!” he says, like he didn’t cause it.
From a distance, Nami squints. “Is he… attached to them?”
“He does that,” Robin says calmly.
When you try to wander off to explore on your own, Luffy follows without question. “You don’t have to come with me,” you tell him.
He tilts his head. “Why not?”
“…Because I’m just looking around.”
“Oh.” He thinks for a second. “I’ll look around too.” You stop walking and he stops walking. You turn around to look at him, and he just flashes you that bight grin of his.
Later, you sit on a rock to rest. Luffy immediately plops down beside you, no, on you would be more acurrate, head in your lap like he’s claimed the spot.
“You’re comfy,” he declares.
“You didn’t ask.”
“You didn’t say no.”
Usopp groans from somewhere behind you. “That’s not how that works!”
At dinner, Luffy sits so close your shoulders touch. He eats off your plate without asking. “That’s mine,” you say.
He pauses. “Oh.” Then pushes his plate toward you. “We can share.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Luffy, do you know what clingy means now?”
He thinks hard. “…Is it when you like someone and wanna be with them and show them cool stuff and sit next to them and share meat?”
You stare. “That’s… basically it.”
“Oh.” He smiles, bright and unapologetic. “Then yeah! I guess I am!” He suddenly throws an arm around you and leans his full weight against your side.
“You’re my favorite person to be clingy with,” he says, like it’s nothing. The crew collectively pretends not to watch. Luffy hums happily, already pointing at something else. “Hey, wanna see another beetle?” He doesn’t wait for your answer.
