#eustass kidd

The market is too loud. People walk everywhere. Vendors shout. Children run between the stands. The smell of grilled food mixes with flowers and smoke.

You pull your hat lower.

“Stop looking nervous.” Law says beside you.

“I’m not nervous.”

“You keep fixing your sleeve every ten seconds.”

You immediately stop touching your sleeve.

Law gives you a look.

You glare back “This was not my idea.”

“Nor mine.” he says flatly “It was theirs.”

Ahead of you, Usopp laughs loudly while carrying a basket.

“It worked, didn’t it?” he says “Nobody suspects a married couple.”

You stare at him.

“You didn’t need to say newly married.”

“It added detail.” Usopp replies proudly.

“It ruined my life.”

Usopp shrugs “You already argue like a couple anyway.”

Law says nothing.

“You all forced us into this…” you say.

Usopp says “People trust married people.”

Law finally speaks “I still think this plan is stupid.”

Usopp points at him “But you agreed.”

Law looks annoyed “I agreed because we couldn't refuse.”

“And because you two look natural together.” Usopp says.

You nearly trip over your own foot “What?”

His smile widen.

Law exhales slowly.

“We should split up now.”

“Yes,” you say quickly “good idea.”

Usopp waves “Don’t forget to hold hands.”

You stop walking.

“You need to act believable.”

Law looks tired already “This is unnecessary.”

Usopp tilts his head “Married couples usually touch, you know?”

The silence after that feels painful.

You glance toward Law and he already looks done with life.

“Fine.” he says.

You blink “What?”

He holds out his hand.

You stare at it, then at him, then back at his hand… “This feels threatening.”

“Take my hand.”

“You sound like you hate me.”

“I sound tired.”

“That’s not better.”

“People are watching.”

You glance around and see one older woman smiling softly at you both.

You immediately look away and slowly, awkwardly, you place your hand in his.

Law’s fingers close around yours.

Your brain suddenly stops working for one second.

You hate that.

“There,” Law mutters “done.”

You clear your throat “Right.”

You both start walking again and neither of you says anything.

A vendor nearby smiles at both of you.

“Beautiful couple.” he says kindly.

Law slightly stiffens.

“Thank you.” you answer quickly.

“New marriage, right? You both look shy, it's cute.”

Your face burns and Law’s grip tightens slightly.

The vendor gives you extra fruit “For good luck.”

“Thank you.” you say again with a smile.

You walk away quickly and the moment you turn a corner, you pull your hand away “That was painful.”

“You answered too fast.”

“You said nothing.”

“You handled it.”

“You basically abandoned me.”

Law looks at you “I didn’t abandon you.”

“You absolutely did.”

“You were believable.”

You stare at him “Was I?”

“Yes.”

You look away. The street suddenly feels warmer.

Law starts walking again and you follow him, and for some reason your hand still remembers the warmth of his.

Later that day, you follow Franky until he stops in front of a small house hidden between two narrow streets.

“This is the place.” says proudly.

You look up.

The house is old but clean, with wooden walls, small paper windows, a quiet area far from the busy streets of Wano.

Perfect for hiding.

Franky places his hands on his hips.

“Nobody comes here. Safe location. Good roof. No weird smells.”

“That last one matters?” you ask.

“It always matters.”

Beside you, Law looks at the house “It’s isolated.”

“Exactly,” Franky says “good for undercover married life.”

You immediately sigh “Please stop calling it that.”

Franky grins “You two are famous already.”

Law looks tired “We shouldn’t be.”

Franky opens the door “Too late.”

You step inside.

The space is small. You all walk around and see the kitchen, the bathroom and then the bedroom .

One bed.

Very impossible to ignore.

You slowly turn.

Franky scratches the back of his neck “Oh right.”

You stare.

He points casually “Only one bedroom.”

Silence.

Law stares at the bed and then at Franky.

Franky lifts his hands quickly “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Married couple cover story. This makes sense.”

“You’re enjoying this.” you say.

“A little.”

Law exhales slowly “We’ll manage.”

Franky nods “You can stay here until things move forward. Nobody will bother you.”

He starts walking toward the door and pauses “Good luck!”

Then he leaves.

The door closes.

You stand there and Law stands near the entrance. Neither of you moves.

“This keeps getting worse…” you say.

Law glances toward the bed “Yes.”

You walk around the room slowly… there is a small couch near the wall.

Law notices it too and says “I’ll take the couch.”

You turn toward him “No.”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re too tall for that.”

“I’ve slept in worse places.”

“That doesn’t mean you should.”

Law places his sword near the wall “I’ll sleep on the floor then.”

You blink “No.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.”

He looks at you “You take the bed.”

You cross your arms “And let my captain sleep on the floor?”

“It’s practical.”

“It’s stupid.”

Law raises a brow slightly “You sound annoyed.”

“I am annoyed.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re acting like sharing a bed is impossible.”

“It’s not impossible.”

“Then why are we arguing over it?”

Law goes quiet.

You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.

The mattress sinks softly.

You look up at him “Listen.”

He stays still.

“We’re two adults.”

He says nothing.

“I don’t care about sharing a bed just for sleeping.”

His eyes stay on you.

“It’s not a big deal. We’re about to start a war.” your voice becomes softer “We should rest while we still can.”

Law watches you carefully.

You hold his gaze.

“So I don’t care what you say.” you finish “We’re both sleeping here.”

A long silence follows.

Then Law looks away first “…You’re stubborn.”

“You already knew that.”

“That doesn’t make it easier.”

You smile slightly “It means you should stop fighting.”

He sighs quietly “Fine.”

You hide your smile.

Night comes slowly.

The house becomes darker and rain taps softly against the roof.

You lie on one side of the bed.

Law lies on the other.

Enough distance.

At least that's what you tell yourself.

The room is quiet.

You hear Law shifting slightly beside you.

You turn onto your side… then back again.

Sleep refuses to come.

You sigh.

A second later Law sighs too.

You glance toward him.

He is staring at the ceiling.

“You awake?” you whisper.

“Yes.”

“This is awkward.”

“A little...”

You smile weakly “At least the mattress is comfortable.”

“Better than the submarine beds.”

“True.”

Silence again.

You shift and your arm brushes his accidentally, which makes you freeze.

He doesn't move away and neither do you.

Your eyes slowly meet even if there's barely any light, but you still see him clearly.

His eyes… his face… the way he looks at you focused and quiet.

The air grows heavier.

You move slightly closer without thinking and Law’s eyes lower to your lips, then back to your eyes.

Your heartbeat becomes impossible to ignore.

Slowly you lean closer and he meets you halfway.

The kiss starts soft and careful… almost testing. Then suddenly it deepens.

Your fingers lightly grab his shirt while his hand rests against your waist.

The kiss becomes stronger and needier, like both of you wanted this longer than either wants to admit.

Your chest presses closer to his and you feel his hand tighten slightly.

Then you both stop… still close and still breathing hard.

You clear your throat “Well…” Law watches you carefully as you continue “That definitely helps the married couple act.”

A pause. Then a small laugh leaves him.

You smile immediately.

“There,” you whisper “that’s less scary.”

“You think I’m scary?”

“Only when you look at people like you want to stab them.”

“Fair.”

The tension softens.

After a moment, Law shifts slightly closer. His arm wraps carefully around your waist. Giving you time to pull away but of course you don't.

Instead, you move closer. Your head rests against his chest.

You close your eyes.

Morning comes too fast.

You wake slowly, with something heavy resting around you.

Then you realize that Law’s arm is still holding you close. Your face presses against his chest, your leg tangled slightly with his.

The front door suddenly opens and before you can even react the bedroom door slides open.

And there Bepo… Penguin… Shachi… all frozen and all staring.

Silence.

Penguin blinks “Oh?”

Shachi’s eyes go wide “Oh.”

Bepo covers his mouth “Oh no…”

You stare at them still half asleep, and still trapped in Law’s arms.

Law slowly opens his eyes. He sees the crew and his expression becomes instantly dangerous.

“What are you doing here?” he says.

Penguin raises a hand “Usopp told us where you were.”

Shachi grins “And gave us a spare key.”

“Of course he did…” you mumble.

Bepo looks guilty “We came to bring supplies…”

Nobody moves.

Then Penguin points “You’re cuddling.”

“No.” Law says immediately.

“You absolutely are.”

“No.”

“You literally are.”

Law looks ready to commit murder.

Shachi wipes his eyes “The fake marriage is becoming real.”

“Get out.” Law says.

Penguin grins “Captain looks happy for the first time in his whole life.”

“Leave.”

“You look comfortable together.”

“Now.”

You bury your face into Law’s chest again “This is the worst morning of my life.”

Law’s arm tightens slightly around you, and somehow that makes it worse and better at the same time.

── .✦ Crocodile:

tags: slow burn, tension, forced proximity, suggestive

The desert is freezing at night, you hate that.

During the day, the heat feels endless and then at night, the cold slips under your skin like sharp fingers.

You pull your cloak tighter as you walk beside Crocodile.

He says nothing.

His coat moves slightly with the wind, sand shifts under your boots.

You glance toward him “Are you always this quiet?”

“Yes.”

“You know talking doesn’t kill people.”

“Depends what they say.”

You roll your eyes “Funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

You continue walking.

The small map in your hand shakes slightly from the wind “There should be a town nearby.”

“There is.”

“You sound very sure.”

“I’ve been here before.”

“Helpful information you could have said earlier.”

He exhales smoke from his cigar “You didn’t ask.”

You mutter under your breath “You’re impossible.”

“I hear that often.”

You hate that he sounds amused.

A few minutes later, lights appear in the distance.

A village.

You sigh in relief “Finally.”

The streets are quiet when you arrive, most places already closed. Only one inn still shows light through the windows.

You push the door open and warm air immediately hits your face.

You almost melt from relief.

An old man behind the desk looks up.

“Room?” he asks.

“We'd like two rooms.” you answer quickly.

The man shakes his head “Sorry, there's only one left.”

You freeze and turn your head.

Crocodile already looks annoyed.

The old man smiles “Storm tonight. Everything full.”

Outside, thunder rumbles softly.

You glance at Crocodile and he looks completely…. too calm.

“I’ll sleep outside.” you say quickly.

“No.” he says and looks at the innkeeper “We take it.”

You stare.

The old man hands over the key and you take it silently while your soul is already leaving your body.

The room is larger than expected, there's even a chair and a table… and one bed, a large one but still terrible for the circumstances.

You close the door behind you and silence fills the room.

Crocodile removes his coat slowly. You immediately look away for no reason.

“You can take the bed.” you say.

“No.”

“I don’t mind the floor.”

“You’ll freeze.”

“I survived worse.”

“So have I.”

You turn and he lights another cigar.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” he says.

“And I guess you’re not either.”

His gaze moves toward you.

The room suddenly feels warmer.

“It’s just a bed.” he says.

You laugh softly “You say that like this isn’t awkward.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Easy for him to say. He looks completely unaffected, which annoys you more.

You sit on the edge of the mattress.

“You don’t seem bothered.” you say.

“I’m tired and I'm not a kid.”

“That doesn’t answer me.”

“It answers enough.”

You narrow your eyes “You enjoy making people nervous.”

His mouth shifts slightly “Only when they pretend not to be.”

You look away first.

The room feels too small, too quiet and too warm.

Eventually, you lie down, keeping to one side.

Crocodile remains near the window for a while, watching outside and smoking.

Then he moves over and the mattress dips slightly as he lies beside you.

You stare at the ceiling. You can hear his breathing, slow and calm.

You hate how aware you suddenly are.

The room grows quieter.

You close your eyes to try to sleep.

Fail.

You turn slightly and the blanket shifts.

You sigh.

A second later you hear him say “You move too much.”

Your eyes snap open “You’re awake.”

“Yes.”

“You could’ve said something.”

“I was hoping you’d stop moving.”

You glare toward the darkness “You’re annoying.”

“You’ve said that before.”

You turn onto your side, facing away from him.

Then thunder cracks loudly outside and the sound, always given the circumstances, makes you jump slightly.

You freeze embarrassed by that.

A quiet sound comes from beside you, almost a low chuckle “You’re scared of storms?”

“No.”

“You jumped.”

“I was surprised.”

“Of course.”

You roll your eyes.

Then another loud crack shakes the windows and the room flashes briefly with lightning.

You shift automatically closer, before realizing.

You stop breathing.

Crocodile says nothing.

You slowly look toward him and his eyes are already on you.

The air changes.

The distance between you suddenly feels too small and definitely too noticeable.

His hand rests near yours, close enough to touch. You should move away but you don’t and neither does he.

Outside, thunder rolls again, but now you barely hear it.

The room flashes white for a second, then darkness returns.

You still haven’t moved and neither has .

His eyes stay on you.

“You’re staring.” you whisper.

“So are you.”

The fire crackles softly behind you and warm light moves across his face… the scar near his mouth… the slow rise of his chest.

Everything suddenly feels too close, too quiet and too aware.

Outside, thunder shakes the windows again.

You shift slightly, closer.

His gaze lowers to your lips, then back to your eyes.

You tell yourself to stop looking at him… you fail.

“You should sleep.” he says quietly.

“That sounds like a warning.”

“Maybe.”

You breathe out slowly “And if I don’t?”

His eyes darken slightly “Then you’ll keep looking at me like that?”

Your heart skips “Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking too much.”

You almost laugh “That’s rich coming from you.”

He leans slightly closer “Am I wrong?”

You don't answer… because no, he isn’t.

The space between you feels smaller now.

His hand shifts slowly, until his fingers brush yours lightly.

Your breath catches and he notices, but his hand stays there.

Your fingers curl slightly against his.

Crocodile’s eyes stay on yours.

Slowly he lifts his hand and his fingers brush lightly along your jaw.

Your skin burns instantly.

You close your eyes for half a second, that small touch feels dangerous but still too soft for someone like him.

When you open your eyes again, he is closer, enough to feel his breath.

“You should stop me.” he says quietly.

Your stomach tightens “You first.”

Then suddenly his hand slides behind your neck and his mouth meets yours.

The kiss is slow at first… testing.

But it doesn’t stay like that.

His hand tightens slightly, pulling you closer.

You feel the heat of him immediately… and that taste of smoke and whiskey.

Your fingers grab lightly at his shirt.

He exhales softly against your lips, a sound that sends warmth down your spine.

The kiss deepens.

Your body shifts closer without thinking and your leg brushes his.

The mattress moves beneath you.

His hand slides slowly down your side, possessive without force.

You feel his thumb brush your waist, then your hip.

Your breath catches.

When he pulls back slightly, both of you breathe harder.

“You’re trouble.” you whisper.

A faint smile touches the corner of his mouth “And yet you’re still here.”

You smile softly “Bad decisions are made sometimes.”

“Clearly.”

His hand remains against your waist.

You don't move away, instead, you lean closer again until your lips brush his to start another kiss.

Slower this time but more dangerous somehow.

His fingers slide through your hair.

Now nothing exists except this room, this bed and the heat between you.

Eventually, you pull back. Your forehead rests against his shoulder.

His hand remains at your back.

Your fingers rest lightly against his chest.

“You know,” you murmur, “sharing a bed was a terrible idea.”

A low hum leaves him “Yes.”

“But I’m not complaining.”

His hand moves once along your back “You would complain eventually.”

You smile against him “Probably.”

Then he asks “So… we’re done?”

That makes you relax and laugh softly “Nah.”

Then you suddenly move and climb on him. You smile at his little surprised face, even if it lasts for a second.

You lift your shirt while his hand tightens slightly around your waist.

That marks the start of the best night of your life. 

── .✦ Kid:

tags: wano arc, slow burn, forced proximity, hidden feelings, protective kid, tension

The hideout is terrible.

You stop at the doorway and stare. It's just one room, one lamp, one tiny kitchen corner and one bedroom with one bed.

You slowly turn toward Kid “This is it?”

He walks inside like nothing is wrong “It has walls. Good enough.”

“That’s your standard?”

“It should be yours too.”

You shut the door behind you.

Outside, Wano.

Killer went another direction hours ago. You and Kid had to split from him.

Which means you are stuck here now.

You drop your bag near the wall.

The room smells faintly like dust and old wood.

Kid removes his coat and throws it over a chair.

You sit carefully on the edge of the bed and the mattress creaks.

You look up.

“Please tell me there’s another secret room somewhere.”

“No.”

“Another mattress?”

“No.”

“A couch?”

“No.”

You glance around again, just to confirm he’s right.

The room is too small.

Kid notices you looking around and says “I’ll take the floor.”

You blink “No.”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re huge.”

He gives you a look “That sounded rude.”

“It was honest.”

He snorts softly, then shrugs “Still taking it.”

You shake your head “Your back will break.”

“I’ve slept on metal.”

“And that explains your personality.”

Kid looks toward you “Watch your mouth.”

You grin slightly “Or what Captain?”

He steps closer “You’re brave tonight.”

“I’m always brave.”

“You’re always annoying.”

You smile wider “And yet you keep me around.”

He rolls his eyes “Unfortunately.”

You pat the bed beside you “We can both sleep here.”

Kid immediately looks at the mattress, then at you “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s small.”

“There’s no space anywhere else for your giant body.”

He scoffs.

“You calling me fat?”

“No. Just built like a wall.”

“That’s still insulting.”

“You survive.”

Kid folds his arms “I’m not crushing you in my sleep.”

“You think you move around?”

“I know I do.”

You shrug “I move too.”

“That’s your argument?”

“Yes.”

He looks unconvinced.

You sigh dramatically “Kid.”

“What.”

“We’re hiding in Wano. We could die tomorrow.”

He goes quiet.

You continue softer “We should sleep properly while we can.”

Kid watches you. His expression unreadable. Then he clicks his tongue “You always say things like that.”

“Like what?”

“Things that make arguing with you annoying.”

You grin “So I win.”

“You’re confident.”

“I’m right.”

He stares a moment longer then finally “Fine.”

You smile to yourself and Kid notices “Don’t look proud.”

“I am proud.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

“You agreed.”

“I gave up.”

“Same thing.”

He mutters something under his breath and you laugh quietly.

Night comes slowly.

You lie near the wall and Kid lies beside you.

You immediately feel how close he is. Shoulder almost touching.

The room suddenly feels even smaller.

You stare at the ceiling.

“You awake?” you whisper.

“Yes.”

“You sound annoyed.”

“I’m trying to sleep.”

“You’re failing.”

“So are you.”

You smile slightly “Fair.”

Silence returns.

You turn onto your side, facing away.

The blanket shifts and the mattress moves.

Kid exhales quietly “You're taking all the blanket.”

“You take too much space.”

“You wanted this.”

“You’re loud.”

He snorts softly, making you blink in surprise “You laughed?”

“No.”

“You absolutely did.”

“Go to sleep, you're starting to imagine things.”

You smile into the pillow.

Wind taps lightly against the windows and the room becomes colder.

You pull the blanket higher but you're still cold.

You shift slightly closer without thinking and… just for warmth, just because the room is freezing.

Your shoulder brushes his arm.

Kid stays still.

You slowly glance back and he’s already looking at you.

The room feels quiet again.

“You cold?” he asks.

You hesitate “...A little.”

He says nothing, then he slowly lifts part of the blanket higher and toward you, without a word.

You blink “Thanks.”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

You smile faintly.

You settle closer under the blanket and your arm brushes his again.

Kid stares at the ceiling again but his hand stays closer now, near yours.

A soft rain keeps falling, soft against the roof.

You lie still beneath the blanket, too awake to sleep and obviously too aware of how close  he's beside you.

His shoulder brushes yours every time either of you moves.

You glance toward him and he's still staring at the ceiling, wide awake.

“You’re unusually quiet…” you whisper.

He grunts softly “So?”

“So it’s weird.”

“I don’t talk when I’m tired.”

“You talk loudly when you’re tired.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

Kid shifts slightly “You complain too much.”

You smile “You’re proving my point.”

He says nothing and that alone feels super strange.

You turn slightly onto your side but facing him now.

The dim light from outside barely reaches the room but enough to barely see him, with his sharp features, the scar near his eye and the tired look on his face.

“You’re really… really too quiet.” you repeat.

Kid glances toward you “What do you want me to do? Start yelling?”

“Maybe.”

“Tch.”

You smile softly as the silence comes back but this one feels different… more comfortable.

You watch the rain through the small window.

Then another thought slips out before you can stop it “Have you ever slept like this with someone?”

The second the words leave your mouth you freeze and your eyes widen “Oh my god.”

Kid looks at you.

You immediately sit up slightly “That sounded wrong.”

He raises a brow.

“I didn’t mean—” you rub your face “No, wait, that sounds worse.”

“You panic fast.”

“Because that sounded weird.”

“You always ask weird questions anyway.”

“I know.” you groan quietly “I meant sharing a bed. Like this. Sleeping. Just… just sleeping.”

You feel heat rise to your face and refuse to look at him. You stare at the blanket instead “Forget it.”

The room stays quiet way longer than expected.

You slowly glance up.

Kid is still looking at you, but he isn't laughing or teasing or smirking.

He watches you with a serious face. Then he finally answers “No.”

You blink.

His voice is quieter than ever.

“No.” he repeats.

Something about that answer makes your chest feel strange.

You start thinking and noticing the weird softness in him. Not in words… never in words with him. But in the small things, like the way he offered to sleep on the floor first, the blanket he pulled higher toward you, the way he never moved away.

It surprises you.

You relax back into the pillow “You’re different when nobody’s around.”

Kid looks back at the ceiling “Don’t say weird things.”

“It’s true.”

“You talk too much.”

You smile faintly “You don’t deny it.”

He clicks his tongue softly.

The room slowly grows quieter and your eyes become heavier.

You yawn softly and Kid glances toward you “Tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Finally.”

You close your eyes “You sound relieved.”

“I am.”

“Rude.”

“You'll survive.”

You smile weakly with your eyes closed and slowly you drift asleep.

Morning comes gently with soft light through the windows.

You stay half asleep for a moment, feeling weirdly safe and protected.

Then slowly, you realize something, so you fastly open your eyes and freeze.

Your face rests against Kid’s chest while his arm is wrapped around your waist.

Your leg tangled slightly with his.

You stare and your brain stops working completely.

You slowly lift your head and see that Kid is still asleep. His face looks softer now, less sharp.

You stay still even though you should move.

But instead you just look at him, because somehow this feels right.

The reason you slept so well is him.

His arm tightens slightly, making you freeze again.

Then his eyes slowly open. He still looks sleepy and unfocused.

He blinks once and then he notices you, the position and the closeness.

You wait for his teasing, for his sarcasm, for his annoyance.

Instead… he just looks at you quietly.

Neither of you moves and neither of you says anything.

You realize your hand rests against his chest and that you can feel his heartbeat.

Kid glances down briefly, then back to your face.

“You drool in your sleep.” he mutters.

You stare “You ruined the moment.”

“There was a moment?”

“Obviously.”

“Tch.”

You narrow your eyes “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you’re still here.”

You don’t answer because you don't need to.

And slowly without thinking too much, you lean closer.

Kid stays still watching and waiting.

Your forehead brushes his first, then your lips meet, softly and carefully.

Different from what you expected.

Kid’s hand moves slowly against your back and the kiss deepens slightly.

When you pull back slightly you stay close and still wrapped together, warm.

Kid looks at you quietly then he mutters “You think too much.”

You smile softly “And you pretend not to.”

The first time you’d joined the crew of misfits clad in leather and iron, you knew this was the family you had been searching for. Every member served their purpose, and you were no different. Whether it was fighting, drinking, or ensuring the Victoria Punk was ready to make waves, each member of the crew worked in tandem to ensure their actions were cohesive. Every hand gesture to pass drinks down the line, every laugh flowing off the end of a bad joke, or sharpener tossed between eyeliner pencils to ensure their attires were exactly as they needed to be was in perfect synchrony.

Each commander served their purpose. Wire was the literate commander with the only legible handwriting, in charge of notating their departures and corresponding via carrier rather than den dens. Heat was the enforcer of crew safeguarding and discipline, despite the fact the crew was hardly in need of it. Killer was the second in command, following his captains orders and ensuring they were followed down the line of command. And then there was Eustass Captain Kid, the red headed leader of the Kid Pirates. He was as loud as he was ruthless, and you adored spending time in his shadow whenever he allowed you to. 

It was once again a time where drinks were flowing, a town successfully ran out of marines and laid plain for piracy to overtake it by your crew. And where the Kid Pirates found drink, they found their morals slowly dropping from their shoulders and pooling at their feet - alongside, what you assumed were either Quincy or Bubblegum’s frilled thong. It mattered very little to you, just as long as you continued to play cards and barter your beri away in exchange for kings, queens, and hearts. 

“Oi, ya off, Wire?” your captain asked as the tallest commander rose to his feet beside you, “Thought you were gonna stay until ya bled me dry, bloody vampire.” Kid followed his insult with a large laugh before following Wire’s eyeline to the bar. An older gentleman sat at the bar drinking whiskey out of a tumbler, slowly raking his eyes over the commander’s fishnet-clad attire before turning back around and snarling at his glass. 

“Again?” Heat arched his brow with his dimpled lips rising into a smirk, “I thought you were well past that little kink of yours, man.” Heat snickered and nudged his shoulder with Wire’s retreating thigh while the taller man tilts his head and continues rising a playful smile towards the older man who continued to actively avoid making eye contact as if it burned him.

“I don’t know what it is about it, but there’s nothing truly like showing an older man how good it feels to cum untouched from a prostate massage. There’s something special about turning a man into the little cockslut they were born to be,” Wire shrugged softly, “That little blush, you know? Lips parted and drooling into a pillow? Little curl in their toes before they paint the damn bed in all of themselves?” Wire turned his head and smiled towards the table of Kid Pirates remaining behind, “We all have our little quirks to get us our best ‘O’s, don’t we?” 

“I can’t say we do,” you chuckle with a shrug of your own, “At least you guys can have orgasms.” You took a large gulp of your drink before waving your hands in a panic and clarifying, “I-I mean! What I was trying to say was you can have big ones to fill up or paint your partners.” You made eye contact with Quincy, giving her a small look with a plea on your face, “We don’t get that luxury, you know?” 

“Speak fer yerself, babe,” Quincy’s laugh blurted out before she could stop it, “All the chicks I mess with love it when they make me squirt on ‘em. Marks my territory ‘n that, and it's such a pretty picture.” Hop leaned over and clanged her tankard on the side of Quincy’s in solidarity before smiling into her gulp. Quincy returned her look to you, mischief filling her cheeks with a warm blush, “But I don’t think that’s what ya were tryin’ t’say, was it? What?” She leaned towards you over the round table, accidentally tipping Killer’s drink and landing the remaining liquid on Bubblegum’s lap, she chuckled, “Ya can’t cum, or?” 

“I…” you took a quick recess to gaze around the table and avoided the pointed look your captain shot at you, “...Have not had enough to drink to have this conversation.” Kid quickly swapped your tankard with his near full one, scoffing at you as he did.

“Drink up, lass. Then ya can give us some more on, what the fuck?” he shook his head towards you, releasing his tankard and returning back to his chair properly, “Ya can’t get an ‘O’? Like, at all?” You quickly turned your attention towards Wire, pleading with the commander to save you from this conversation as he would usually. Instead, Wire surprised you by returning to his seat and sitting down beside you with his entire attention on you. 

“Don’t you have a daddy to make cum touchless, commander?” you prompted him, gesturing towards the bar where the older man continued to hide his sneaked glances towards Wire. He shook his head and pointed his lengthy finger towards your nose, booping it as he did.

“Not missing this conversation,” Wire confirmed sharply, “What do you mean, and I mean this sincerely. Not out of scrutiny, but genuinity?” He reached for your drink and handed it to you from the table and into your hands, “Drink up if that helps, but I ain’t gonna move the conversation from this stopping point. Up, up, up the beer goes.” He tilted the drink into your lips, prompting you to stumble and hastily swallow the liquid while your crew laughed merrily. 

Taking a few coughing breaths, you wiped your lips from the foam accumulated over your upper lip and swiped the remnants on Wire’s cloak as punishment for him tipping it too quickly. He chuckled at you and swatted your hands away, returning your attention to the table. 

“Obligate top, or…?” Wire started, prompting you to shake your head ‘no’.

“It just didn’t seem like a priority to me,” you shrugged towards them, “I’ve had partners, and don’t get me wrong, I have sex. Sex is pleasurable. I just…” you trail off before shaking your head and steeling your nerves in front of part of your crew, “Look. It’s not that simple. It’s like… If I top and give pleasure, I can have pleasure by proxy, you know? But it’s more frustrating for me to try to get there and fail with a partner- hells, by myself!” You flailed your hands, knocking what remained of your tankard on Bubblegum’s lap after he cleaned it from Quincy’s earlier drink, “I just… Can’t… It’s like when I’m on the path to get there, the wheel falls off the wagon or some shit. Like I can taste it, and then it melts away at the corners and I just end up in a frustrated heap on the damn bed. Easier to focus on my partner than it is to focus on myself, or have the focus be on myself and then we both end up frustrated and sad.” 

Those around the table nodded their heads along while you spoke, the most silent form of solidarity being from the intense eye contact you could feel burning into you from the first mate of the crew. Killer sat in silence, focussing his gaze entirely on you while you finished your words, making a non-verbal pact with his crew the captain didn’t realise he was making when he said-.

“-You want to pick one of us to make ya cum?” 

“Captain,” you rolled your eyes with a low groan, “Didn’t you hear what I just said-?”

“-I did,” he overspoke, moving his attention to the menagerie of leather-clad crew before returning his eyes back to you, “Sounds like yer’v been havin’ some real shit lays in the past and we’re gonna fuckin’ change that, ain’t we?” Kid furrowed his naked brows down at you, his eyes growing wild under the realization that just hit him, “Is this why you sit on the damn ship when we wanna go out and get our freak on with the locals?” 

Sinking into your chair, you slump your shoulders into your chest and avoid your captain’s eyes. Their focus had you feeling more defeated than every time you had used every toy in your arsenal to try to get yourself off for hours, only to throw the objects at a wall and watch them shatter while crying at another failure. You felt two larger hands fall onto your lap and encase your hands in their warmth before bringing them up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. The intensity of Wire’s eyes held an apologetic sorrow you didn’t ask for, yet it almost felt sweet.

“Don’t pity me. There’s thousands of people that can’t get off, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” you reassured him, “And I’m fine. Really fine, in fact.” You moved your hands within Wire’s grip and gave his fingers a gentle kiss on the tips of his digits, simply to reciprocate the affection from your commander. Your captain coughed and nudged the co-captain to his side, something you only just caught out of the corner of your eye before the blonde rose to his feet. 

“You’re upset about it,” Killer finally spoke, “You mentioned how hard it is for you to try by yourself. I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I let you go without something you want that I can provide.” Kid stood up beside his friend, smirking as he did, adding, “And I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I let ya go without somethin’ ya so desperately fuckin’ need. C’mon. Just us three, no one else unless our little lass says so.” 

“Captain,” You shook your head while smiling down at your hands, removing them from the grasp Wire had on your digits before shrugging, “If you’re interested in a night that would end in nothing but your own disappointment, be my guest. Let’s go.” You rose your hand, meeting it with Killer’s outstretched palm as he aided you to stand. You turned your head towards Wire, and uttered over your shoulder, “I bet that older guy is going to have a far better time than he anticipates. Keep me updated?” 

“Only if you keep me in the know about shit you’ve got going on,” Wire scoffs, almost offended at your words, “I can’t believe you’d keep that from me. We’re meant to be friends, baby. Where’s the friendship?” 

“Urgh, you’re such a pain,” you chuckle at him, feeling another hand come and rest on your lower back before tugging you into the hard chest of your captain, “Okay. I’ll keep you updated, Wire. Go have fun.” Bidding your farewells to the remainder of the Kid Pirates, you and the two highest ranking members of the crew began to escort you to the ship in lieu of the rooms you had hired for the night. You’d began to open your mouth to ask a question, but Killer silenced you with a reassuring squeeze on your hand. 

The walk back was in silence, the bustling nightlife of the town you’d raided seemed to return without the presence of marines. There was something buzzing in the atmosphere, but you were certain it was simply the coiling anxiety of the evening you expected ahead. You tried your hardest to not get your hopes up, but there was something about the low rasp in Killer’s voice that struck a chord in your belly. It was… hot… Your belly was hot as soon as he’d offered his hand in aiding you into the sweet abyss of pleasure. A friend. A comrade. A lover. That was what you were promised in the arms of the blonde first mate. 

Until your captain reminded you that you and Killer were not alone on this endeavor. 

Eustass Kid slowly began making his quarters homely for you. It was almost sweet how he took care to ensure the chilly space was warmed by the heater in the corner, the bed was made and clean, and the space was given an ambiance by a few incense burning in the corner table of the room. Your nerves started pricking at the edges and shuddering your fingertips while Killer continued to stare at you in your silence before he helped you break it.

“There’s no need to be nervous, doll,” he nodded, slowly reaching for your shoulders and rubbing them in circles with his thumbs, “You need to relax before we can make you cum. Few ways we can do that. Do you want another drink, or would you prefer we ease into it slowly?” You turned your face down to the floor, prompting Killer to reach out and slowly clasp your chin between his thumb and index finger, raising your face back up to look at his mask-clad face, “We’re friends first. There’s nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about.” 

“You think yer the only one Killer has made cum in this room before?” Kid broke the tension with a large laugh, “Friends can fuck about, and that’s perfectly normal. It’s nice to have a good bud to help get ya there. Now, Kil, yer bein’ real intimidatin’ with all yer tender touches n’shit. Go take yer shoes off and get comfy while me n’this little lass get t’have a talk.”

Killer nodded and slowly made his way to the other side of the room. He methodologically removed his boots and placed them in an assortment beside Kid’s along the border of the door, removing his socks next and placing them over the lip of his boots. He then undid his waist sash and folded it three times before putting it atop the toes of his boots, undoing his belt and rolling it atop the sash while you watched on in astonishment. Everything had a routine, a place and a purpose, and it seemed like he was getting into the appropriate headspace for something you could not quite place. 

In fact, you had no time to think on what exactly he was preparing for. You were too busy attempting to form the connection between what your eyes were seeing and your body was experiencing. For one, you went from staring at Killer to then having your view skewed by flesh. For another, the hard kiss on your lips smudging lip paint into your skin was another distraction for your mind to become accustomed to. 

Your captain was kissing you. 

As soon as you made that link in your thought, you squeaked into the kiss, prompting Kid to shake his head at you and kiss you harder. You wriggled against his touch before you finally relaxed into the kiss. His lips were soft, uncalloused and moisturized - something you were not expecting from your captain. He seemed like the kind of man that didn’t care about his appearance and skin - but it was almost as if he cared too much about it instead. You parted your lips and slowly moaned into the kiss, distracted from the small steps Kid took with you in his embrace until the backs of your knees brushed with the mattress of his large bed. 

“C-Captain!” you whispered into the kiss, “A talk?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kid chuckled, finally breaking the kiss and smiling down at you, “Just had to get that out of the way to have you not circling in your head about it. Nothin’ works as well to break the spiraling thoughts of ‘how do I do this’ than just doin’ it. Now, missy, let’s talk.” He moved past you and slowly sat with his back against his arrangement of oddly shaped pillows of various sizes. He used his remaining hand to pat the bed besides you twice, encouraging you to sit beside him. You crawled up the bed to do exactly that and arranged yourself in a way that had you reclining while facing him, yet on your back and relaxing. 

“Talk to me, sir,” you nodded with a smile, “What do we need to talk about? I’m confused, I think.” 

“Well.” Kid turned his body to face you, placing his head on his pillow and resting in a way that felt both intimate and sweet while boyish and mischievous. Kid cleared his throat before continuing, “So, you know my good friend Killer, yeah?” he nodded over to the man, yet still holding your attention with unwavering eye contact, “He is exceptionally good at reading a body and judging what it needs by interpreting it the way ya need to be read. What works well is if ya just let him do his thing, answering any questions he has when he asks them, and he’ll get ya t’where you wanna be.” You nodded intently while Kid added, “See, what works best is if I distract ya up here while he does what he fuckin’ likes down there.” 

“Captain,” Killer warned him while slowly peeling his blue shirt from his shoulders and folding it in his arms, “Clothes.” 

“Right.” Kid reached towards his chest and slowly removed his vest, leaving his pants on while his cloak fell onto the floor beside the bed in a crumpled heap. He smiled at you before moving back onto his side and pointing towards your chest, “Your turn, blossom. Off it goes.” He made no move towards you, yet his hand gesture alone felt both intimate and demanding in unison. You moved your hand towards your shirt and stopped before rising it over your belly, feeling a little uneasy with the situation despite Kid working to ease you in.

“It’s okay,” Killer encouraged you, slowly slipping towards the edge of the bed and touching your ankle. Reaching for your shoes, he slowly removed them and laid them at the foot of the bed before rising reach your pants, “You can keep yer shirt on if it makes you more comfortable. Whatever helps ground you, doll. But these?” he tapped your shin twice to emphasize his words, “These gotta go. Want me to take ‘em off ya?” You looked at Killer’s face still covered in the mask and nodded shyly, prompting Kid to bark a small gaggle of laughter from his kiss-smeared lips. 

“Look, again, we’re friends here,” he reassured you, “We can be silly, we can goof off, we can take it as slow or as fast as ya need, but ya gotta get those off so the big guy can get t’pleasin’ ya. Okay?” You turned your head to face your captain as the first mate reached up and slowly removed your pants. You angled your hips up to help him glide them down alongside your bottoms, trying to fight that hard slap the blush in your cheeks beat into your face to no avail. You felt your eyes get glassy, foggy with both anxiety and lust at the feeling of two larger shirtless men in the same vicinity as you - especially the fact that those two were your superiors. 

As soon as your mind began to form into a murky soup of inhibitions and protests, Kid’s lips once again found yours. His kiss was soft, deep, and almost gentle in the intensity of his press. He parted his lips and slowly found your tongue with his own. Dancing the muscles together, he glided it over the seam of your lips and into your mouth before encouraging you to do the same with his. You could almost feel the waves of anxiety slowly release the longer he kissed you. Every deep pass of his lips pressed against yours was a sanctuary amongst the uncertainty, and you were grateful to be grounded to something as tender as this. 

Wandering hands began to massage your body between soft whispers of: “is this okay?” to check in with you. When Killer’s hands found below your bust, he again checked in, which prompted you to nod your head into Kid’s kiss. Before you knew it, you were morphed into a gasping puddle of lust, whimpering into Kid’s lips while Killer rubbed your peaked nipples with his thumbs over your shirt. He was yet to remove his mask from his features, but you could feel the soft look he was giving you in every soft movement of his hands. 

Kid’s kiss only deepened before he slowly moved away from your lips and down towards your neck. His and Killer’s bulking mass both pressed comfortably against your body and sandwiched you between them in a way that had your belly tightening in anticipation, but your mind quickly snuffed out that thought and caught your arousal before it ever had a chance to fully begin. 

“Oi,” Kid grumbled at you, “I felt that, did you, Kil?” 

“Yeah, boss,” Killer confirmed before removing his hands from you completely. He moved up to your other side and slowly raised his mask up for you to take a look at his lips as he spoke to you, “Look, doll. If this is gonna work, you need to relax into what we’re doing. If you need Kid to be a better distraction, you need to tell us. If you need more of a voice to talk ya through it, he can do that too. You just need to let us get on with it, okay?” Killer smiled at you, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. With his mask digging into your cheek and your nose, he pulled away and added, “Stay out of your head and let me and Kid settle in there, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

“I…” you gasped, triangulating your brows up in the centre of your forehead, “I can try, but it’s hard. I would prefer to please you both instead of us doing this so then we can be all satisfied that way. You know?” Kid and Killer shared a look over the your middle before manhandling you into a position where your head was resting comfortably on Kid’s chest while his bicep and arm held you in place, while Killer was positioned with his face between your legs. You wriggled in their grip, but the wriggling only prompted them to hold you down further. 

“Let Killer at ya, okay?” Kid whispered in your ear, “I promise it’ll be different, and even if it ends up the same, don’t he look good down there?” Kid took his hand and raised it to your chin, angling your head down to face Killer. The blonde’s mask was up on his head and shielding his eyes from view, leaving his purple-painted lips out for you to witness. You held your breath while Killer’s hands slowly spread open your cunt with his thumbs, whistling at the view. 

“Yer real pretty, you know?” Killer praised you, “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen. Look at how wet ya are, too.” Killer chuckled and released your walls from his fingers before asking, “Can I touch? You can say ‘no’ - but only if you don’t want me to touch you, not for you to default back to tryin’ t’please us.” You scoffed and bit-back your smile before nodding down at him.

“You can touch me. It’s okay,” you confirmed. Kid squeezed your shoulder with his hand before moving it towards your chest, “And you’re right. You do look good there, Killer.” You looked up at him and nodded in affirming his actions, which encouraged him to focus more on your body and learning it. You felt Killer’s hands move back down to opening your pussy and slowly exploring your body with a gentle touch. He was intentional, and his fingers felt both experienced and educated in their motions. He found your clit with ease and slowly pressed the pad of his index finger against it. 

Hissing at the touch, you furrowed your brows at the slight sting at the touch, which in turn encouraged Killer to move his finger down to your slit and slowly gather your arousal on his digits before returning. Now with slippery fingers, you bit your lip and tilted your head back into Kid’s embrace. 

“See?” Kid whispered against your ear, kissing your cheek softly, “Kil knows what he’s doin’. Makin’ sure yer wet and enjoyin’ yerself on his fingers. Do you like the big guys fingers on that pretty pussy of yours?” Kid slowly rolled your nipple within his hand while his biceps held you against his chest firmly, “I bet you do, don’t ya? Mmmm, yer archin’ into me.” Kid focussed his attention on Killer, checking in with him with a nod to encourage him along with his movements. 

Killer slowly began returning your slick juices up to your clit and rolling it beneath his fingers. His breath fanned over your bare cunt while he watched your body’s every reaction. He watched your clit throb and chased its movements with his fingers, moving from on and off, to back and forward, to small and intimate circles against your body. He could see how much arousal your body had pooling out of your slit and it encouraged him to continue on in the movements that quickened your breath and pulse. 

And just like that, for the first time in a long time, your body began to feel the first few sparks of an orgasm slowly draw in at the corners of your belly. Slowly fluttering, slowly rising, slowly beating alongside your heart into what you thought could be a possibility of an orgasm that never usually followed through with that rise you knew existed in fantasy. As soon as that thought entered your mind, your body responded by immediately tearing that thought from your head.

“You’re allowed to feel good,” Kid whispered in your ear, slowly moving his hand down to your belly and pressing on your middle, “Look at him, just playin’ with ya. Yer allowed to feel good, to wriggle into his touch and chase it. He’s gonna find it, babe. Don’t ya worry.” Your captain rolled his thumb over your belly before returning it up to your chin and cupping it in his palm. Slowly rising your face to meet his, he moved his chin down and pressed a soft kiss atop your nose while smiling down at you. 

Killer resumed his touch as if completely unaffected by your body’s refusal to heed the call of the pleasure he gave you. His touch was patient, was subtle and soft enough to cause your body to chase it. Without words, he gave you more pressure while your hips slowly rocked into his touch. Kid cooed down at you before rejoining your lips together and humming along with the pleasured whimpers your lips slowly sobbed. 

“Get out of yer head,” he mumbled into your lips, “Yer allowed to chase it. We’re gonna be here as long as ya let us be, okay?” Kid moved his lips to your ear while Killer chased your pearly clit with his thumbs, massaging it to the beat of your heart as if he knew it inside out. Pleasure bubbled at you, but ebbed away like foamy waves swallowed by a bay of sand. The frustration slowly returned to you as tears pricked your eyes and had you whimpering into the kiss. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Kid took a moment to study your features as you gazed up at him behind you. The quiver in your lip, the tears stinging your eyes, the pain on your face with that rise in pleasure in the dampening of your cheeks. Kid clicked his tongue before giving you two quick pecks on the lips, pulling back to tilt his head and whisper at you.

“He is determined, babe. Once he sets his mind t’somethin’ yer gonna need a fuckin’ crowbar to get the big guy off ya,” Kid nodded down to you, all with that smile you adored, “Yer’v got us on yer side, okay? You wanna cum, don’t ya?” Kid moved his hand to brace against your chest, holding you against himself more in a friendly embrace rather than an intimate one he was doing with you prior. He nodded down at you, encouraging you to whimper and nod in return, still with those tears of frustration slowly swelling against your waterline. 

“I don’t think it’s vaginismus,” Killer nodded towards your pussy while slowing his motions, “I ain’t hurtin’ ya, am I? You don’t have that sting on penetration, right? No tightness like an elastic band pulled too far apart?” Concern was laden in his tone while he gazed up at you. You shook your head ‘no’ while sniffing back your tears. “Then you just need to find that rhythm-, -I do, actually. All you gotta do is let me, doll.” 

“I can’t. It won’t work,” you whimpered, prompting Kid to hush you with another quick kiss before you continued, “You’ll get bored before I’m able to get there-.”

“-Just in case yer unaware or ignorant,” Killer interjected immediately, “I happen to actually like pussy. And there’s a pretty pussy in my face right now, and I am really enjoying lookin’ at it. I think yer more likely t’fall asleep t’me playin’ with it than me gettin’ bored, doll.” Killer chuckled before kissing your thigh with a gruff growl, “Get that thought out. Out now. Out of yer head.” Killer moved his lips down and bit you on the flesh softly, still eliciting a squeak from your lips while he returned back up, “You don’t need to do anything. I’m happy where I am, and yer so beautiful, it’s almost fuckin’ unfair. Boss, you need to see this pussy. It’s insane how beautiful she is.” 

“I know, I can see her from here, big guy,” Kid chuckled down at him over your shoulder, “You’re in love, ain’t ya?” Killer nodded before returning to playing in that slow, rhythmic, pulsating circular motion that your body responded to earlier. Kid chuckled before returning his attention down at you. “See, babe? We’re not goin’ nowhere. And if yer not hurtin’, we’re gonna stay here fer as long as ya let us.” Kid sealed his promise with a kiss that started sweet and continued on until he fogged your mind with the overwhelming presence of the man your captain was.

Little by little, and before you could work out internally what your body was doing, it began responding once more to the Massacre Soldier with his fingers slowly sliding in and out against your clit and your slit. He never entered, just focussing his attention on your clit and reading your body as if it were a book he knew by heart. Every word, every syllable, every author’s mistaken ink blotch at the corner of the tannin page - Killer found the part of your body that you felt as if you’d long-since forgotten. Just with a simple touch of his fingers, he began reading your every movement while you wriggled in his touch. 

Your hips moved against their will, slowly grinding against Killer’s hand while Kid had your focus on his kiss that came out of nowhere and overwhelmed your senses. His hand had you stationary in his grip, holding you firmly against his chest while the two of you paid no mind or heeded no attention to his hard cock digging in your back. 

“There it is,” Killer whispered against your thigh, slowly finding that rhythm that had your body responding and lips whining, “Oh, there she is. We found ya, didn’t we? Semi-circles in a figure eight, hm? Such a pretty girl. That’s it, grind into me. I’ve got ya.” Killer’s encouragement only caused a further flush to rise in your face. You found your belly tightening once more, only to again leave you-.

“-Nope,” Kid whispered against your ear, “That focus in your belly, keep it there.” Kid whispered against your lips, squeezing you against his chest and stealing your breath from every direction, “We’re here. Fuck that noise off, babe. Killer’s got you. Let him have ya. Let him have all of you.” Kid pressed his lips to yours and held your body hostage while Killer assaulted your cunt with his fingers, drawing on that motion and focussing on the symbols of passion carved into your skin. 

And there it was.

The light.

That light calling your name, drawing you to the edge and propelling you to jump from it into the abyss. 

It slowly attempted to call you away, but the joint effort of the captain and co-captain had your body present enough in the moment to draw complete focus. Your legs both tightened their muscles and pressed them outwards, locking into place while shuddering into the sensation. Tears pricked your eyes while your belly completely tightened at the corners, dragging out in the corners until the sharps severed the tension and exploded into a realm of fire it longed for.

“Cumming,” Killer whispered in a gasped breath, “Oh, look at you. You're cumming. Look at that pussy begging for me. Shit.” Killer continued his movements, watching your slit clench around nothing while the band of muscle was dampened by the silky slick pouring from your body as if it was weeping for him. “Gorgeous.” Killer continued to move his finger, watching your clit bob with the rhythmic thrum of your cunt, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 

Despite his words, you were distracted by the sensation ringing in your ears and the kiss upon your lips. Your body reached its pinnacle and was thrown off it with ease, slowly rippling down into the awaiting hands of Killer while you began to cry into Kid’s kiss. 

You’d cum.

You came. 

On just a finger.

 And that finger hadn’t even been inside you yet.

“See, babe?” Kid spoke in a soft and sweet whisper, “We’ve got ya. Yer safe in our arms, alright?” He removed his lips from yours and made eye contact with Killer, batting his smoked-out lashes down at the first mate before uttering a statement that had you more nervous than beginning this evening ever did.

“Now give her another.”

“W-What?” you gasped, still reeling from the high Killer carved out of you to process what the captain was saying. Kid chuckled and slowly began kissing your cheek while moving his hand to play with your breasts. Your breath heaved and slowly ballooned your lungs to their natural capacity, only to then steal the breath you’d earned back via Killer’s lips sucking on your clit. Your body heaved forwards, drawn back into Kid’s arms while he played with your chest.

“You heard me, blossom,” he teased you, kissing your temple, “Now we know yer body can cum.” Kid’s thumb pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger while you keened out a mourning wail. Killer paid your song no attention, focussing completely with laser-like precision on orchestrating your pleasure from the moment his eyes first met your body. His lips pursed and his kiss deepened, rolling your sensitive nub between his lips before his finger began sliding against your entrance.

“Can I put it in?” Killer asked you gently, still mouthing at you while he did so. You took a moment to dart your eyes along the ceiling before you gave a quick nod with a squeaked, 'yes', to which Kid verbalised with a quick, “She said yeah, bud.” 

It was almost unfair and hilarious to which Killer managed to tug the next orgasm out of you. He’d barely gotten a knuckle deep before your body reeled around him. Your cunt sucked on his fingers while the second orgasm hit you. Your mind could barely comprehend it, despite it being a much milder one than the one prior. Every lapping wave of your bliss rocked in time with Killer’s attentive kiss on your clit and fingers in your cunt.

“You’re cumming again, ain’t ya?” Kid asked with a broad grin. He chuckled warmly before leaning down and kissing your temple, “Look at you go, babe. Urgh, look at those legs shaking. Fucking seas.” He leaned down and moved his hand from your breast to hold your leg while it trembled, “Fuck, Kil. You got another one.”

“It’s so fuckin’ gorgeous down here, boss.” Killer’s voice drew you back down to the bed you were laying on with your soul intact with your body, “Back with us, doll? Hm?” He pressed his lips against your thigh, prompting you to squeak and move away from his touch. Killer chuckled and slowly slid his digits between your folds and smeared your arousal around your centre as if it was a precious nectar from the gods of the sea. 

Your body felt relaxed. Completely relaxed. More relaxed than it had been in years with that wall broken through with Killer’s expert touch. There was a moment where you were certain your eyes had eclipsed with a black cast over them, hiding you from the world while your body was struck by lighting. You were unsure when exactly you had started crying, but tears warmed your cheeks in that sweet relief you had been longing for - like a pain that had finally been balmed over by a friend’s embrace. With Kid’s hand holding you still, you grew limp in his arms while Killer continued exploring you gently. 

“Another one?” Kid asked you sweetly with a mischievous smile, “And don’t say ya can’t because we know ya can now. You want another?” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before moving his head around to see Killer. “You okay down there, big guy?” Kid chuckled menacingly down at Killer, whose smile reached his hidden cheeks beneath his mask, “You look happy, bud.”

“So happy, boss,” Killer beamed, “Fuck, this pussy is so gorgeous. You know that, doll? Prettiest sight in all the blues is havin’ the privilege of watchin’ her cum for me. You want another, don’t you?” Killer’s hand slowly slotted in and out of your slit, your pussy greedily sucking on his fingers as soon as they went inside you, “I think you do, but yer’v gotta tell me. Use those words fer me.” Killer stilled his fingers, tilting his head up in a way for you to see the blue hue in his hidden eyes. 

Taking a moment to catch your breath and come down from the secondary high he’d just given you, you slowly nodded your head alongside exhaling a shaken breath. He clicked his tongue and mouthed, ‘words,’ at you, prompting you to let out an audible confirmation.

“Yes.” 

Killer grinned and returned back his attention to your pussy, slowly leaning forward and pressing his lips to your crotch above your clit in a small kiss. You jumped in Kid’s arms and let out a swift squeak. Kid chuckled at you before pressing a kiss to your temple to encourage you on. Killer’s lips then slipped towards your clit and mouthed at your core in a way that felt more deep and intimate than any kiss you’d received. Kid, almost instinctively, moved his lips against yours and kissed you in tandem to the motions Killer was carving into your clit. 

The motion had your body tensing, causing Kid to grapple you further against himself and Killer body your legs apart. Your body, already sensitive with the pleasure he’d managed to get out of you twice, was reaching its peak once more - this time far more quickly than the others. Killer hummed against your pussy, vibrating his lips while gasping into you. Kid smiled into the kiss as soon as your lips began to whimper against his. 

Sobbing, keening, mourning: that was the sound you’d elicited against your captain’s lips as soon as Killer threw you over that resounding heap and into the arms of pleasure. He refused to unlatch his lips from your clit until it had finished causing your knees to buckle. The swirl of his tongue against your clit beneath the closure of his lips was enough to have you continuing to softly gasp and wail until you finished riding through the waves of your orgasm. 

“Look at you, pretty,” Kid chuckled into your kiss before removing his lips from your own, “I knew you had it in ya. Look at that. Are we at three now, Kil?” Kid glanced down at Killer who swapped from latching against your clit to slowly mouthing and lapping at your slit. He gathered your arousal on his tongue and slowly slotted the muscle inside you before giving it a final kiss and rising up to sit on his calves. 

“Three so far, boss,” he hummed in thought, moving his mask back down to cover his face, “I don’t think I am even close to stopping. How are you down there, hm? Still comfy down there, boss, or do ya want to switch it up?” Kid hummed in though before nodding down at you with a glint in his eyes. 

“Depends,” he shrugged beneath you, “Ya wanna suck my cock, babe? I think it’d be nice for ya to have something other than a kiss to focus on, hm?” You looked up at him through your glazed, teary eyes and gave him a smile while limply attempting to roll onto your belly and off where he kept you hostage in his embrace. Kid chuckled and moved his arm to let you up, standing on the edge of the bed and unceremoniously dropping his pants. 

A blazing trail of red hair led from his belly down to his crotch, darker than the hair on his head, curly and almost sweet-looking in comparison to how intimidating the hard bulge of his angry cock looked. His flushed tip was red and shiny with how much blood was used to pump it full of need, veins bordering his shaft with their swollen presence. Precum slowly dribbled from his slit while watching you slowly crawl over to the edge of the mattress. 

“Do you like anything in particular, captain?” you asked sweetly, still staring up at him with eyes glazed with relief and glassy with fallen tears, “I can learn from your sounds, or you can teach me.” You slowly reached for his shaft, only to fall back onto your chest while Killer’s legs encircled around your thighs and tugged you back into his body. You laughed and looked over your shoulder towards Killer, who’s pants were also dropped in the process of Kid rolling over to the edge of the bed. 

“Should be askin’ you that, doll,” Killer smiled beneath his mask, “You okay with me goin’ inside ya wrapped, or can I go in without one?” He gave your ass a gentle slap before soothing you over with his palm, “I want to make ya cum on me, and I gotta respect ya preferences.” Killer slowly massaged your ass and focussed on the way your body felt in his hands before returning his fingers back to your slit and slowly playing with your body. 

“I-... I’m on birth control and I’m clean,” you nodded towards him, “You guys know I don’t take up on casual flings the way the rest of us do.” Killer nodded at your words and moved his mask up to glance at Kid through his ports while you continued, “I prefer it raw, but if you want to wrap it, I won’t stop you. Just as long as you move the band down and hold it if you’re fucking me roughly so it doesn’t snag inside me.” Kid chuckled down at you and turned your attention back to him with his hand gently cupping your chin and tilting it up at him. 

“Yer a little shit, babe,” he praised you with a sweeter smile than the one he’d offered you prior, “Now, before I get my cock in ya mouth and Killer puts his in that pretty pussy, give us yer hard boundaries so we don’t accidentally do something yer not into.” Kid slowly slid his thumb up and pressed it against your lower lip and smoothed over the brim to maintain your attention. 

“I don’t particularly enjoy being man handled into a position where I’m turned into a little ball and fucked like that for over ten minutes,” you nodded up at him while kissing his thumb, “I can do a mating press, but it has to be for under ten minutes or I start getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen going up towards my face.” You turned your attention towards Killer and slowly said something you haven’t thought you’d ever say to your captain and his first mate, feeling rather sheepish while your lips mentioned it, “While I’m fond of anal play, I haven’t done any preparation for it. I’ve been to the bathroom a few hours ago, but I haven’t done anything to allow for that as an option tonight. I-I mean, I can do that now-?”

“-It’s okay,” Killer nodded down at you before giving your ass another swift slap, “I don’t want to get you out of this position enough to prepare for that possibility. I like ya as ya are right here.” He moved his hand away from your slit before he lined up the tip of his cock with your slit, “No cock in the ass. Got it. Fingers, though?” 

“Happy with fingers,” you giggled at him while returning your attention to your captain with a sly smile, “What about you, boss? Are you happy with a finger or two while I suck your cock?” You slowly moved your hand against his thighs and up towards his ass, prompting him to swat at you with his hand and tap his cock against your bottom lip.

“You just worry about suckin’ on this. I doubt it’d be yer main focus while the big guy is back there,” Kid chuckled before slowly rubbing his cock amongst the seam of your lips, asking you wordlessly to open your lips, “If it gets too much for ya, focus on making those pretty little sounds rather than gettin’ me off, okay?” You rolled your eyes at his words before slowly parting your lips and taking him into your mouth. As soon as you moved past the curvature of his tip, you felt Killer begin to press his blunt cock-head against your slit. 

A low moan escaped the lips of your captain while you slowly bobbed your lips along his cock, only to then chuckle as soon as you let out a moan of your own at the contact of Killer slowly rocking inside you. He let out a pitched laugh of his own before gulping back the squeak and pushing it in further. When his cock finally met the apex of your cervix, you let out a small squeak at the pressure, prompting Killer to slowly retract his cock until it was almost completely sated inside you. 

“Bit big, huh?” Kid chuckled down at you, “Killer’s got such a pretty cock. Almost a shame yer only feelin’ it and not seein’ it. Pressure okay?” Killer continued to rock inside you without pushing in his whole length, ensuring it didn’t hurt you while he enjoyed feeling your cunt wrapped around him. You nodded and whimpered against Kid’s cock before returning your movements with vigour. Kid chuckled once more and made eye contact with Killer before nodding to him and allowing you to relax into his cock.

Eustass Kid had a very beautiful cock. There was something about the way the veins felt on your tongue that helped you feel soothed almost. His bulbous head slowly found its way to the back of your throat, prompting you to relax your tongue and flatten it against his legth to allow for more of his thickness to occupy your throat.

That was until Killer's cock hit something in your belly that didn't feel quite right. It wasn't a pain, not an unpleasant sensation, but not something you'd normally feel pressed inside you. It was like the curviture of his cock reached something in your belly that felt like your body needed to go to the bathroom while being completely full with air and liquid. You whimpered against Kid's cock, prompting the redhead to look down at you and reach down with his hand. Slowly caressing your cheek, he tilted his head and examined your face for any sign of pain. Finding none, he nodded to Killer and went right back to keeping you grounded on with his shaft between your lips.

"Yer'v cum three times, babe," Kid nodded down at you, "Such a pretty little thing cumming so pretty like that, by the way. Look even prettier with yer lips wrapped around me." Kid tapped your cheek twice with his index finger. You responded immediately by looking up at him while slowly bobbing your head along his shaft. Lathering his length in your saliva, you attempted to maintain focus on making Kid feel good by swirling your tongue against his tip before moving back down in a repetitive motion.

Keeping the rhythm steady was easy.

Maintaining it while Killer reached his hand around your waist and played with your clit in that same movement was harder.

You squeaked on Kid's cock while Killer's continued to slowly knock your breath from your lungs with every in-thrust. He kept the motion fluid enough that you could feel the sensation of a steady build up towards another climax, but this one felt different. It was more. It was a sensation you were not used to at all - but what sensation were you accustomed to, being one that had never had an orgasm and found yourself maliable like putty in Killer's steady hands while Kid's voice guided you on.

"There ya go," Killer gasped behind you, "Mmngh-, I can feel that pretty cunt fluttering around me, doll. There's somethin' happening. Yer gonna cum, ain't ya?" Killer moved his fingers away from focussing on your clit and pressed the heel of his palm against your core instead. Holding you in place one handed, he used his other hand to steady your thigh while continuing that harsh pace not quite reaching all the way down to his crotch.

A bulb of light bloomed in your belly, but also felt uneasy to the point where you panicked on Kid's cock in your mouth.

"Kil?" Kid gasped, "What's goin' on?" The captain looked up at his first mate who continued his motions without hesitation, only getting harder on his in-thrusts and building up momentum. Kid tilted his head to the side before the two of them worked in unity to remove both cocks from you and flip you onto your back with Killer still kneeling between your legs.

Immediately, Killer filled your cunt still throbbing from his cock with two of his fingers and pressed the heel of his palm down on your clit to add pressure. Your mind was dizzy and fogged with confusion at what was going on, but your body refused to give up on that orgasm Killer was building in you. The blonde found that uneasy spot inside of your body and curled his fingers into it, tugging against your walls until your ring of muscle began sucking on his fingers. Your surprise release was followed by a stream of fluid from your body you had no context for. It felt like you were peeing yourself, but not the same sensation. Your entire soul felt ripped on fire while Killer removed his hands from your cunt and allowed you to cum by yourself.

The scream your mouth spurted was loud enough you were sure it was just the ringing in your ears and not from your own throat. The pleasure was intensified by the fact both men were cheering for you when you returned to consciousness, blissfully ignorant that you had even lost the consciousness to begin with. Kid appeared happiest, especially with the way he'd returned to kneel beside you on the bed while Killer gawked behind his mask down at you.

"Doll." Killer's awe-stricken voice whispered down at you, "Oh, doll." Reaching up behind the mask, Killer withdrew the pin of his hockeymask and tossed it to the floor in a way uncharacteristic to his earlier methodological approach to his attire. "I was gonna ask ya if ya knew you were a squirter, but this is the first time yerv had an orgasm with a partner, right?"

"F-…" you panted, shaking your head and slowly rising your hands to cover your face, "…First time… At all."

The silence in the room was only broken by the three of you panting together.

Until laughter eclipsed the panting in a large and upragious gaggle. The pitched laughter from Killer was only overtaken by the loud bark of your captain that you mirrored in your own. It was a joy you couldn't name. Something new, inviting, soft, and friendly. Killer was covered in so much of you that you didn't know what to do with, and your body felt like it had depleted the entire stock of what you had been unable to find.

And not before long, that laughter slowly became sobs. Through quivering lips, you drew your hands up and hid your face while your shoulders shook with a violent and relentless wave of relief. Your heart couldn't keep up and your mind refused to put a lable on the way your body felt. Sobbing was more of a relief than you thought it would be. The expulsion of your feelings alongside your four orgasms was hard for you to process.

Two warm bodies lay either side of you and their voices began slowly cooing down at you from both sides. As soon as their arms wrapped around you and held you tightly to them, you steadied your breathing in time with theirs and grounded yourself to them. Their heartbeats were not as laboured, and it was easy to find your body catching up to them once more. Steadying your breath, you let out a shaken exhale and slowly nodded your head down with your eyes fluttering open from their wet close.

"S-Sorry," you smiled at them, "I just… It's a-… A-…" You couldn't find the words to explain what you were attempting to speak, only managing to find them as soon as your eyes met with the navy in Killer's tourmaline eyes. The blue-green hue was enough to rip another gasp from you as you breathed the word in synchrony with the two men.

"Relief."

"Aye," Kid nodded, kissing your shoulder while you continued to gaze up at Killer, "I bet it's a big one, babe. I can see how much pressure it's taken off ya. Especially in yer shoulders." You couldn't bring yourself to look away from Killer's eyes, no matter how gentle Kid's kisses felt against your skin. It was the first time you'd seen his entire face, and it was mesmerizing to the point of extreme unfairness. He was beautiful. Pretty, even. You could see why he would hide his face from others - maintaining his exterior hardness by masking his beauty with a fearful monicker.

"You must be feelin' better, hm?" Killer whispered at you. Your eyes were momentarily drawn down to his lips while he smiled at you. His purple lip-paint was smeared by his earlier ministrations, overflowing down his lower lip and onto his chin; both marbled by your desire marked into his skin.

Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips into Killer's. His shock was spoken into your lips with a hiccupped squeak, yet he returned the kiss once he recovered. Kid chuckled at you and removed himself from the bed while you inadvertantly crawled on top of Killer. Continuing the kiss, you tilted your chin and rolled his lips beneath yours in a practiced and dominating way. The flavour of lip-paint mixed with your lust was enough to spark a fresh wave of desire in you once more.

Oh shaky knees, you straddled Killer's lap and coaxed his cock inside you without breaking the kiss. Killer hissed into your lips as you sunk onto his cock. Moving up from your kneeling position, you planted your feet either side of his body and bounced against his lap until his cock was completely seated inside you. You could feel the shift in his shaft curving into your belly and pressing against the underside of your clit while you bounced against him.

"W-Well, then," Killer stuttered once he broke the kiss, allowing you more anchor to bounce freely with your momentum against his belly, "Look at you go. F-Fu-uck-! It's a bit deep, doll. You, o-oh, fuck, you okay?" The clapping of skin against skin caused you to pick up reserves of your stamina before your muscles began to burn in the base of your thighs. Killer drew his hands up to collect your ass, curling his biceps with you in his grip to rock you down and against him.

Just as your legs began to scream at you for abusing them, Kid returned to you and chuckled down at you. He moved his hand around your waist and steadied you once more against his chest while Killer took your weight in his arms with ease. You slowed until you were flush with Killer's lap, letting your body become used to his size until your belly adjusted accordingly.

"Guess what we're gonna do now, pretty girl," Kid whispered in your ear softly, pressing a kiss to the outer shell before he moved his hand to the front of your body, "We're gonna both fuck ya. I know you said no anal, and we're gonna respect that." Kid's kiss slowly moved down to your neck and grazed along your skin until you felt one of Killer's hands move to line Kid's cock up with your slit. You sucked in a sharp breath, tensing up and mentally preparing yourself for the pinch - until Kid's hand moved to your clit and placing a small sphere against your clit while adding, "But we're gonna make it feel nice to have two cocks inside that pretty pussy, aren't we?"

As soon as you began to feel that gliding pinch of another cock entering your slit, Kid ignited the sphere and it immediately roared with a fizzing sensation against your clit. It felt like an appology for the feeling of fullness while they stretched your cunt out on the two of them. Killer groaned out a whine that sounded like, "tight," while you squeaked at the sensation. You were not unfamiliar with vibrators, but the way these two were manhandling you as if you weighed nothing while focussing on your pleasure alongside their own was endearing.

"C-Captain! Full-!" you squeaked while your legs shook and felt like your feet were stilted on jelly, "I c-can't stay still!"

"Let Kil carry ya," Kid whispered in your ear, "Relax into him while we make ya feel goo-… Fuck, this pussy is good. Fucking seas!" At the click of his fingers pressed against you, the captain ignited his powers and held the vibrator flush with you while moving his arm around your waist. "Don't worry," he reassured you, "We've both got ya. You ain't goin' nowhere, blossom."

Killer moved his hand from Kid's shaft once seated in you to your thighs and helped stabilize you while Kid used his impressive strength to curl you into himself. Your belly was full completely, and you went limp in their arms while they began to move. The two men were in unison in their movements, pistonning their cocks inside you with a hard clapping sound. The humming of the vibrator rose, compelling your chest to hollow itself with a large flurry of panting whines.

"M'not gonna last," Killer grunted while continuing to lift and drop you in time with Kid's thrusts, "Fuckin' can't with this cunt. Shit, doll. Yer gonna milk me dry. In- fuck- Inside okay? I can cum inside you? Please?" Killer's voice moved into a higher registry while he attempted to quiet himself enough to stifle his moans. "Sh-Shit, I can't pull out. Please let me know if I can cum inside you! Just g-ive me a 'yes'. Please? Please, doll. Yer gonna make me cum! FUCK-!"

"C-Cum inside me, Massacre Soldier," you whimpered as best as you could while Kid moved the vibrator to a higher pressure, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-! T-Too much! Too big! Please? It's-!" Your body continued to double over in intensity, all the while Killer puffed out before arching his back in a perfect bow. His lips dropped into a silent scream before his voice caught up with him.

While you were certain you had heard many beautiful sounds in your life, there was nothing quite as beautiful as the higher pitched whimpers Killer sobbed up at you. Through his trembling lips, Killer sobbed that sounded like a hiccuping laugh, all beautiful to the point that you felt your belly run hot and flutter in time with his pulsating length pumping his climax inside you.

"Fuck, look at you both," Kid gasped behind you, "You cum so pretty, Kil. Fuck, and it's hot. Fuck, just stay still for a second or I'll cum." The captain focussed on your clit with the vibrator for a moment longer, waiting while edging himself inside you. He listened to your body while it reached it's peak before rising the shudders of the sphere up another level higher. You couldn't speak. Your core immediately gushed and sucked Kid and Killer's cocks inside you while contracting around their thick lengths until you finally felt your body forced into the hardest rushing force of your climax.

"Fuck, just like that," your captain gasped at you, "Fuck. Milk my cock, baby. M'gonna fill ya up. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she's suckin' me so good. Shit, m'cumming." Kid's cock slowly released wave after wave of uncoiling ecstasy inside your body to merge with Killer's release while tears painted your cheeks in relief. With a few gutteral growls, Kid emptied himself inside you before slowly aiding you back down onto the bed beside Killer.

Kid moved your hand atop Killer's chest, ensuring you were adequately pressed together before wasting no time in getting up from the bed and running hot water in his ensuite. Dampening a towel in his sink, he returned to your side and immediately moved to press it against you perineum and soothe over your muscle. Not cleaning you up of the mixture of cum, but ensuring your slit remained untorn and void of ache. After holding it there for a few moments, he switched to cleaning your body while Killer tilted his head towards you and kissed your nose.

"You okay?" the blonde asked you sweetly, "Alive down there?" Using the reserves of your strength, your limp body allowed itself to be moved to better angles for your captain to take care of you all with the towel. You returned Killer's kiss by pressing one of your own against his nose before laughing gently.

"I'm better than alive," you smiled in return, "I just… I feel so much… So much relief, you know? It's like I can breathe after not taking in the right air, sun, or water. I'm… I'm just…" You moved away from your words after Kid moved beside you, turning your head and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips that he returned greedily before letting you go. You cupped his cheek from over your shoulder and swiped your thumb over the apple beneath his eye with a gentle smile.

"…I'm going to have so much to tell Wire tomorrow."

The three of you laughed together once more before settling into the bed beside one another, tucked into the sheets as one while you allowed the exhaustion of your sex finally have you slipping into a sound slumber. Despite the wobble in your legs on the morrow, the smile on your face was the first thing Wire noticed about you as he waved you over to enjoy breakfast beside him with the crew.

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