He’s a doctor before he’s anything else… other than pirate captain, other than Warlord, other than your partner. The signs are small, almost unnoticeable to you, but to him they’re loud.
The way you get tired faster. The nausea that hits you in the mornings. The faint changes in your vitals when he checks on you.
So he starts adjusting things quietly.
When someone offers you alcohol, he reaches out first, takes the cup, and drinks it without comment. If you look confused, he just mutters something about not needing distractions.
“Why did you take my drink?” you ask, eyebrow raised as he downs the glass someone just handed you.
“You don’t need distractions like this.” he replies flatly.
“…You drank it.”
“And?”
When the smell of food makes your stomach churn, he’s suddenly there with water, a cloth, steady hands holding your hair back as you throw up. He never makes a big deal out of it, just cleans you up, rubs slow circles on your back, helps you lie down.
“Easy,” he murmurs “I’ve got you.”
When you’re done, he rinses the cloth, cleans the counter, helps you sit.
“You’re hovering.” you mumble.
He doesn’t deny it “You’re not feeling well.”
“That’s been happening a lot lately.”
“…I’ve noticed.”
You start noticing he doesn’t let you overwork yourself anymore. Doesn’t let you stand too long. Keeps you close during fights, positioned just behind him, with you doing literally nothing.
You think he’s being overprotective.
Law, meanwhile, is terrified of being wrong.
He runs the calculations again and again. Checks, rechecks. Watches you with that quiet, unreadable stare, because if he says something too soon and he’s wrong, he’ll hurt you. And if he’s right… then everything changes.
When he’s finally sure, one evening, he knocks on your door.
“Come to my studio,” he says “we need to talk.”
That’s when you get nervous.
He makes you sit down first. That alone tells you something’s wrong. Law stays standing for a moment, arms crossed, jaw tight. Then he removes his hat and sets it on the desk.
You swallow “You’re scaring me.”
“I don’t want to,” he answers quietly “But I won’t lie to you.”
There’s a pause. He exhales slowly, controlled.
“I’m going to say this plainly,” he continues “And then I’ll explain.”
“…Okay.”
“You’re pregnant.”
The words don’t register at first “I— what?”
“I’m sure now,” he says immediately, like he’s been preparing for this “I noticed the symptoms weeks ago. I confirmed it as carefully as I could without alarming you.”
You stare at him “You knew?”
“I suspected. Then I knew.”
Silence stretches between you. Your thoughts are a mess.
Law speaks again, softer now “Before you say anything — listen to me.”
He kneels in front of you so you’re at eye level. His voice doesn’t shake, but his eyes do.
“This is your body.” he says “Your choice. Your future.”
Your breath catches.
“If you want to keep the baby, I’ll support you.” he continues “If you don’t… I’ll support you. If you need time, space, or answers, I’ll give you all of it.”
He swallows “I will understand any decision you make.”
You whisper, “Law…”
“I’m not saying this as a doctor,” he adds quickly “Or as a captain. I’m saying this as me.”
Your hand moves to your stomach before you even realize it “…We’re having a baby?”
Law’s eyes flicker to the motion. His breath stutters barely.
“Yes,” he says “If you decide to keep it.”
Fear slips into his voice then, raw and honest.
“I don’t know anything about children,” he admits “I don’t know how to keep something that small safe in a world like this. I’m a pirate. I basically put targets on the people I love.”
You look at him “You love me.”
He doesn’t hesitate “Yes.”
His hand hovers near yours, unsure “That’s why I’m scared.”
You lace your fingers with his.
“We’ll figure it out…” you say.
Law closes his eyes for a second, pressing his forehead to your knee.
“…Then I’ll learn,” he murmurs “Whatever it takes.”
Later that night, half-asleep, you feel his hand resting gently on your belly.
“So small,” he whispers, thinking you can’t hear “I’ll protect you too.”
Months Later
You barely make it three steps onto the deck before… “Stop.”
You halt mid-stride and slowly turn.
Law stands a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in that familiar way that means he’s already decided “…What?”
“You’re holding something.”
You look down “A mug.”
“And you shouldn’t be.”
“It’s tea.”
He walks over, takes it from your hands without ceremony, and sets it on a nearby table “You don’t need to carry unnecessary weight.”
You stare at him “Law. It’s liquid.”
Before you can say anything else Bepo pops up beside you “I-I can get you another one!! I’m sorry!!”
“I didn’t even—”
He’s already running off.
You pinch the bridge of your nose “Law. This is excessive.”
“I disagree.”
From behind the mast, Penguin leans out “She’s been on her feet for a while, Captain.”
Shachi nods gravely “Yeah. That’s dangerous.”
You blink “…You’re both encouraging this?”
Penguin shrugs “Doctor’s orders.”
Law clears his throat and they immediately straighten.
You slowly turn back to him “You idiot.”
Later, you try sitting on the edge of the ship, legs dangling, enjoying the breeze.
“Careful!!” Bepo yelps.
You flinch which immediately makes Law snap his head up.
“Don’t startle her.” he says sharply.
“I-I’m sorry!! I just— what if she slips?!”
Shachi appears with a cushion “For your back.”
Penguin hands you a blanket “Wind’s picking up.”
Bepo gently places a snack in your hands “You should eat…”
You look down at the pile now surrounding you “…I just wanted to look at the ocean.”
Law watches, silent.
You groan “I’m pregnant, not sick or fragile.”
He steps closer, lowering his voice.
“You’re not,” he says “We just want you to feel safe and comfortable.”
You sigh, eyes softening.
Law sits beside you, his hand resting naturally on your stomach.
“You’re smiling.” he murmurs.
“I’m irritated.”
“You’re smiling.”
“…I might be both.”
His thumb moves in slow, unconscious circles.
After a moment, he speaks again.
“I know it’s too much,” he admits “But this… it’s important to us.”
You glance around at the crew, at Bepo pretending not to watch, at Penguin and Shachi lowering their voices the second they notice you looking.
Then back at him.
“I know,” you say softly “And… I love it. Even when it drives me insane.”
Law exhales, tension easing from his shoulders.
“Good,” he says “Because it’s not stopping.”
You laugh softly and lean into him.
And for the first time in months, surrounded by a crew that won’t let you lift a mug, a captain who’s terrified and devoted in equal measure, and a future you never expected, you feel completely safe.
── .✦ Koby:
You don’t plan it.
You just… blurt it out one evening, sitting together after a long day, the world unusually quiet for once.
“Koby…” you say suddenly.
He looks up immediately “Yeah?”
You fidget with your hands “I need to tell you something.”
That alone makes him straighten “Oh, okay. Is everything alright?”
“I think so…” you reply. Then, quieter, “I’m… pregnant.”
The silence that follows is heavy.
His eyes widen. His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.
“You’re…?” he whispers “Pregnant?”
You nod “Yeah.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Then all at once “Oh my god.”
You panic “That’s bad?”
“No— I mean… I don’t know…” He runs his hands through his hair, pacing a step, then stopping “I’m not upset. I’m just… scared.”
“Me too.” you admit.
He swallows hard and looks at you again, eyes shining.
“The world’s… awful,” he says “And our jobs, and pirates, and Marines, and danger everywhere… what if I can’t protect you? What if I’m not strong enough?”
“Koby…”
“What if something happens?” he rushes on “What if I fail you? Or the baby?”
His voice cracks on the last word.
You reach for him. He kneels in front of you instantly, like instinct takes over.
“I’ve dreamed about a future with you,” he says quietly “A peaceful one. A home. A family.” He laughs shakily “I just didn’t think I was allowed to want and even have that.”
You cup his face “You are.”
He presses his forehead to yours, breathing unevenly.
“I’m terrified,” he admits “But I’m also…” He hesitates, then smiles through tears “I’m happy. So happy it hurts.”
You laugh softly “Yeah?”
He nods “A family with you is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Even if it’s scary.”
You place his hand over your stomach.
He freezes.
“…There’s really a baby in there…” he whispers.
“Yes.”
He lets out a breath that sounds like relief and awe mixed together.
“Then I’ll get stronger,” he says firmly “I’ll make the world safer. I promise.”
You smile “You already are.”
He looks up at you, eyes full of determination and love.
“I don’t know how to be a parent yet,” he says “But I’ll learn. I swear. For you. For them.”
You pull him into a hug, and as he holds you carefully and hopeful, you realize that no matter how frightening the world is, with Koby beside you, the future suddenly feels possible.
Months Later
“Careful!”
You step over the threshold completely fine.
Koby trips “I’M SO SORRY!”
You turn just in time to see Koby catch himself on the wall, nearly saluting it in the process “…Koby.”
“I was trying to watch your step,” he pants “But my foot and then the floor and… are you okay??”
You blink “I walked. Normally.”
He rushes to your side anyway, hands hovering awkwardly in midair, unsure where he’s allowed to touch.
“You didn’t strain anything? You didn’t lose balance? You didn’t—”
“I’m fine” you say, trying not to smile.
You fail.
Later, you’re reaching for something on a shelf.
“I’ve got it!” he yelps, leaping forward.
Too fast, so he bumps his elbow. The item falls. But you catch it effortlessly.
There’s a long pause.
“Oh,” he says softly “…You did it.”
You grin “I do most things.”
“I was supposed to,” he mutters, mortified “I practiced.”
“You practiced… grabbing things?”
“Yes!”
You laugh. Full, warm, uncontrollable laughter.
He freezes then relaxes.
“Oh,” he says again “You’re laughing.”
“That was adorable” you manage between breaths.
“I almost dropped it on myself…” he admits.
“But you didn’t,” you say “And now I’m happy.”
That seems to recalibrate him entirely.
Later still, you’re walking together when he suddenly stops “Wait!”
You stop. He crouches.
“There was a crack in the ground.” he explains seriously.
“…Koby.”
“You could’ve tripped.”
You sigh fondly “You’re terrible at this.”
“I know,” he says immediately “I’m really bad at being cool.”
You reach for his hand “But you’re great at making me laugh.”
He looks up at you, startled “I am?”
You nod “Every single day if you haven’t notice.”
He smiles, shyly but brightly.
“That’s good,” he says softly “Because the doctor said stress isn’t good for you.”
You tease, “So this is medical?”
“Absolutely,” he nods “I’ll keep embarrassing myself if it keeps you happy.”
You laugh again, leaning into him, and as clumsy as he is, as much as you end up doing instead, you wouldn’t trade a single moment.
Because in a dangerous world, with an uncertain future, your laughter, his devotion, and the love you’re building together are more than enough.
── .✦ Kid:
You don’t ease into it. There’s no gentle setup, no careful wording.
You just look at him one day and say, “I’m pregnant.”
He stops.
Not dramatically, he just… freezes. Metal clinks as whatever he was working on drops to the floor “…You’re what?”
“Pregnant.”
Silence.
Then “WHOSE?”
You blink “…Yours, idiot.”
He scowls “I HAD TO ASK.”
You gasp, shocked “WHO YOU THINK I AM?”
He turns away, pacing, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to tear the thought out of his skull.
“Say that again.” he mutters.
“I’m. Pregnant.”
He laughs once, sharp, disbelieving “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“…The hell are we supposed to do?”
You shrug “I thought you’d yell more.”
“I’M THINKING!” he snaps then immediately winces “Not at you. I mean—”
He groans, grabbing his face.
“I don’t know anything about kids,” he mutters “I break things. I explode things. I piss off half the world for a living.”
You cross your arms “Comforting.”
“I’M NOT DONE.” he growls.
He looks at you then and his voice drops.
“This world chews people up,” he says “And it’ll come for you harder if they know.”
That’s the fear. Raw. Ugly. Honest.
“…Are you… scared?” you ask quietly.
He scoffs “Of course I am.”
Then, almost inaudible “But I’m also… kinda proud.”
You raise a brow “Proud?”
He huffs “You and me. Making something. That’s—” He clicks his tongue, frustrated, as he panics, as if he’s talking too much and too softly for his character “That’s metal.”
You laugh.
He grins despite himself “Don’t get used to it.”
Later, when you sit, he hovers “Don’t lift that.”
“I can handle a chair.”
“I don’t care.”
He moves it anyway, aggressively gentle.
Killer watches from the side, amused.
“You gonna glue yourself to them now?” Killer asks.
Kid snaps back, “Shut up.”
Then, lower, to you “You need anything?”
You smirk “You’re hovering.”
“Yeah,” he admits “And I hate it.”
You catch him one night, staring at your stomach like it might bite him.
“…It kick yet?” he asks gruffly.
“No.”
He nods “Good.”
“…Good?”
“If it kicked and I wasn’t ready? Or if it hurts you? I’d punch something.”
You snort.
He scowls “Not funny.”
But his hand hesitates, then rests there anyway.
Awkward and careful.
“I don’t promise soft.” he says quietly “Or safe. Or normal.”
You look up at him “I didn’t fall for you for soft, safe or normal.”
His jaw tightens.
“…Then I’ll promise this,” he says “Anyone who comes after you or the kid? They don’t walk away.”
You lean into him, smiling.
For a man made of rage and metal that’s his version of love.
Months Later
You barely have time to react.
You let out a small breath, more surprised than hurt, and instinctively bring a hand to your stomach.
Kid’s head snaps up instantly “What.”
You blink “What?”
“Did it hurt you?”
“No, I just—”
He’s already at your side, crouched in front of you, eyes sharp, furious, searching your face for pain.
“Did it hurt?” he repeats, slower this time, like the answer matters more than anything else in the world.
“It was just a kick,” you say “They do that now.”
His jaw tightens “…It kicked you?”
You can’t help it, you smile “Yeah.”
He looks down at your stomach like it personally offended him.
“The hell is it doing that for” he mutters.
You laugh “Kid…”
He places his hand there carefully. Careful. Like he’s handling glass despite all that strength.
“If it hurts you,” he says quietly, voice rough but restrained, “it’s gotta stop.”
You bite back another laugh “You can’t threaten a baby. Your baby!”
He scowls at your stomach anyway “I can try.”
There’s another movement, subtle but enough.
You hiss softly “Oh—”
Kid stiffens immediately “That one hurt.”
“It startled me more than anything.”
His brows knit together “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He exhales, slow and controlled, thumb rubbing gentle circles where his hand rests.
“…You tell me if it ever hurts,” he says “Immediately.”
“I will.”
He hesitates, then adds, lower, “I don’t like not being able to do anything.”
You soften “You’re doing plenty.”
He snorts “I can’t punch it.”
“THANK GOD!”
Another kick, stronger this time.
You laugh without thinking.
Kid freezes “…You’re laughing.”
“Because it’s funny,” you say “Seems like they’re already stubborn.”
His lips twitch despite himself “Sounds familiar.”
He leans in, resting his forehead briefly against your stomach, voice dropping.
“Hey,” he mutters “Go easy on your mom, yeah?”
You grin “Talking to the baby now?”
“Don’t make it weird.”
But he stays there, hand steady, expression calmer than you’ve ever seen him.
Rage-forged pirate captain. Terrified of hurting you. Already protecting something he hasn’t even met.
And somehow, it’s the softest version of him you’ve ever known.
── .✦ Shanks:
The sun dips low over the horizon, painting the ocean gold. You find Shanks leaning against the railing.
“Shanks,” you say softly, your hands fidgeting “I… I have something to tell you.”
He looks at you, eyes warm, attentive, a gentle grin tugging at his lips “Hm? You’ve got that look… I like it already. What is it?”
You take a deep breath “…I …I’m pregnant.”
He blinks for the briefest moment, long enough for your stomach to flutter, then his grin spreads, genuine, easy “Well… I suppose I should have guessed. You’ve been hiding it pretty terribly, though.”
You laugh nervously “I wasn’t hiding it. I just… I didn’t know how you’d react.”
Shanks steps closer, his hand finding yours. His thumb brushes your knuckles in a lazy, comforting circle “I think you know me better than that. I’ve never been anything but happy to have you around… and now this.” He gestures to your stomach, voice soft, warm “Our little one.”
You swallow, eyes wide “You… you’re not worried?”
He shakes his head, still grinning “Worried? Why would I be worried? We’ll take care of each other. We always do. And now… we get to take care of someone new too. A little Y/N. That’s exciting.”
You press your hand to your stomach “I… I was nervous. I didn’t know if you wanted another child, after everything… Luffy, Uta…”
Shanks chuckles softly, shaking his head “You worry too much.” He leans down, brushing a kiss across your forehead “I’ve handled chaos before, love. A little more adventure never scared me, and it won’t scare me now. We’ve got this.”
You laugh, heart thudding “You really make it sound easy.”
“That’s because it is,” he says confidently, eyes sparkling with warmth “With you, I can handle anything. And I’ll protect you both, no matter what. I promise.”
You tilt your head, smiling through tears of relief “I… I trust you.”
He squeezes your hand, voice softening “And I’ll make sure that trust is never misplaced. You and our baby… you’re both my world now.”
You rest your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady, calm presence you’ve always loved.
“And,” he adds with a playful smirk, “if this little one turns out half as mischievous as me, we’re in for a lot of fun.”
You laugh again, leaning fully into him “I think I can handle that.”
Shanks chuckles, lips brushing your hair “I know you can. Because together? There’s nothing we can’t handle.”
And for the first time in days, you feel completely, utterly calm, because Shanks isn’t scared. He’s steady. He’s strong. He’s here.
That’s all that matters.
Months Later
The ship rocks gently beneath your feet as you settle into the deck chair, stomach full from a snack Shanks insisted you eat.
“Careful there,” he says, leaning casually against the railing, his hand on your chair “Wouldn’t want you tipping over.”
“I’m fine,” you reply, smiling “I can sit like a normal person.”
Shanks grins, the kind of easy, teasing grin that makes your heart flutter “Normal? Pfft. That’s boring. We don’t do boring on this ship.”
You laugh, and he leans closer, resting his chin on your shoulder “Besides… someone’s got to keep an eye on you. And this little one.” He rubs gently over your belly, thumb brushing soft circles.
“It’s… weirdly comforting.” you admit.
“You mean you like it.” he teases, squeezing your hand lightly.
You roll your eyes “Maybe.”
Shanks chuckles, then glances toward the crew “Don’t let anyone else spoil my job, though. I’m still the captain here.”
He watches over you with that calm, confident air, playful but never careless. When a breeze tousles your hair, he tucks it behind your ear, smiling softly.
“You’re ridiculous.” you murmur.
“And you love it.” he replies, grinning.
A few minutes later, the baby kicks. You flinch slightly, and Shanks’ head snaps toward your stomach.
“Did it hurt?” he asks immediately, voice low and serious.
You shake your head “No, just startled me.”
He presses his hand there, thumb brushing lightly “…Good. I’ll protect you. Both of you. Always.”
The sun dips lower, casting a golden glow over the deck. You lean against him, head on his shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his presence, the steady beat of his hand on your stomach.
“You really are impossible…” you whisper.
He chuckles softly, lips brushing your hair “And yet, here I am. About to start a family with you. Making little Shanks… and… absolutely yours.”
“Last time you said they were little me… now they’re little Shanks?” You look at him faking confusion.
He laughs and say “Could be the perfect mix of both, or twins. Who knows!”
You laugh softly and say “Can’t wait to see it.”
You close your eyes, heart full. The sea stretches endlessly before you, the ship rocking gently, and everything feels right.
Because with Shanks, playful and confident, doting and soft, you know that whatever comes, you, him, and the little one are safe.
── .✦ Mihawk:
The castle is quiet, as it always is.
You find Mihawk seated at the table, a glass of wine in one hand, the other resting idly near his sword. He looks up the moment you enter, golden eyes sharp but calm.
“You’re pacing.” he observes.
You stop mid-step “…Am I?”
“Yes.”
You sigh and sit across from him, fingers lacing together “Okay, you’re right. I need to tell you something.”
He sets the glass down immediately. His full attention is on you now “Go on.”
You take a breath “I’m pregnant.”
There is no sudden movement. No sharp inhale. No shock.
He simply looks at you.
“…I see.” he says.
That’s it.
You blink “That’s— that’s all?”
He tilts his head slightly “Would you prefer panic?”
You huff despite yourself “I don’t know. Maybe something.”
A corner of his mouth lifts barely “You are safe. The child is safe. There is nothing urgent that requires alarm.”
You relax a little “You look really calm about this.”
“I am,” he agrees “Because panic serves no purpose.”
He reaches across the table, covering your hand with his, steady, warm.
“You are carrying my child,” he says evenly “That is… significant.”
Your chest tightens “You don’t sound unhappy.”
“I am not.” He pauses, gaze softening in a way only you ever see.
“This life will be quiet,” he continues “Stable. Protected. No needless danger.”
You whisper, “You’ve thought about this already?”
“I think about all possibilities,” he replies “Especially those involving you.”
You smile “You’re going to be a terrifyingly calm parent.”
“Good,” he says “Children require consistency.”
You laugh softly “They also cry. And scream.”
“Then I will adapt.”
He lifts your hand, pressing a deliberate kiss to your knuckles.
“There is nothing to fear,” he says calmly “You are not alone. And you never will be.”
You lean back, heart steady, breath easy.
With Mihawk… everything feels controlled. Safe. Certain.
And thanks to that, the future doesn’t feel intimidating at all.
Months Later
The castle is silent except for the faint sound of pages turning.
You shift slightly on the couch, adjusting your position. It’s subtle, barely anything at all.
… but Dracule Mihawk looks up immediately “Uncomfortable?”
You blink “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to.”
You sigh fondly “I was just moving.”
He closes the book and sets it aside without hesitation “Then you should move again. Slowly.”
You do, and he watches, attentive, eyes following every motion until you settle.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He nods once, satisfied, and resumes reading but his hand remains resting near your knee, close enough to reach you instantly if needed.
After a while, you stand “I’m going to get some water.”
“I’ll go.”
You pause mid-step “…Excuse me?”
He looks up, calm as ever “You stood too quickly. Also, I was about to go there anyway.”
“I stood normally.”
He rises smoothly, already moving past you toward the kitchen “Remain seated. I will bring it.”
You cross your arms “You know, I can still do things.”
“I am aware,” he replies evenly, returning with a glass and placing it in your hands “That does not mean you must.”
You take a sip, trying not to smile “You’re very controlling.”
“I am being efficient.”
You hum “Convenient excuse.”
He doesn’t deny it.
Later, as evening settles in, the light in the room softens.
You sit at the table, staring at nothing in particular, fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of your cup.
Mihawk looks up from his book.
“You are tired.” he says.
You blink “I didn’t say anything… again.”
“You exhaled differently.” he replies calmly.
You huff a small laugh “That’s… unfairly observant.”
He closes the book and stands, moving toward you with unhurried steps.
“You have been pushing yourself today,” he continues “More than usual.”
“I didn’t feel like I was.”
“Fatigue does not always announce itself loudly,” he says, placing a hand at your lower back “Come. Sit properly.”
You let him guide you to the couch, where he arranges cushions with quiet precision until you’re supported just right.
“There,” he says “Better?”
You relax almost immediately, shoulders loosening.
“…Yeah,” you admit “Much.”
He sits beside you, close but not crowding, his presence warm and constant.
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
Then he says, evenly, “Your breathing has returned to normal.”
You smile “You really monitor everything, don’t you?”
“I would call it awareness,” he answers “You are not a burden. You are a responsibility I accept willingly.”
Your chest tightens.
You lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder.
Mihawk adjusts without a word, arm coming around you with quiet certainty “You are safe here.”
You close your eyes.
And in the stillness you understand that with Mihawk, care is never loud. Protection is never chaotic. Love is shown in small, deliberate acts that never waver.
The world may be sharp and unpredictable.
But here, in the quiet he builds around you, everything feels steady.
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➵Luffy would definitely be the one to kiss you first. Knowing him, he would definitely do it impulsively and with no hesitation at all. It would probably happen in a moment when he's happy or excited. He'd give you a quick peck on the lips and have the widest grin on his face afterwards. He probably wouldn't even realise it was your first kiss (probably his too) until he noticed how flustered you looked. Then he'd blink, tilt his head, and ask "Hehe, why're you all red" before grinning and kissing your cheek. Then before you could even process what happened, he already moved on and started talking about what would Sanji cook for dinner today.
➵Zoro probably wouldn't kiss you first. Zoro would be awkward at physical affection at first but once he get's used to it, he'll be the one to start things first. When you
kiss him for the first time, he would definitely freeze up and turn red. Then when you pull away from the kiss, he's completely frozen for a second. Then he mutters a quiet "tch" before looking the other way to hide his face. He'd probably avoid eye contact for a short while because his face heats up immediately. It would probably be in a private place because I don't think he's into PDA. Sure you both can link arms, hold hands, or a short hug. But that's it for him, anything else is a no. And kissing him when it's just the two of you just makes it more romantic and special.
➵Sanji would absolutely kiss you first. This guy perfectly planned every single second for this moment. It would definitely be somewhere romantic, like a sunset at the beach after a candle lit dinner. He'd stare into your eyes lovingly as he grabs the side of your face, asking "May I?" Because Sanji is an absolute gentleman and would always ask for consent, just incase you're not comfortable doing something. And after the kiss, he would probably say something cheesy like "oh the gods have blessed me with a kiss from a goddess" before fainting. Don't get me wrong he really tried to keep hiscomposure, but he can't help feeling this way about you.
➵Ace would impulsively kiss you first. It would probably happen in a place where you're both alone after everything went quiet. He's admiring you one moment then the next he ends up actually kissing you because why not? When you both pull away, Ace would then realise what he just did and get all flustered. Stuttering and fidgeting trying to explain himself. Then you shut him up by kissing him again, which made him more nervous and flustered.
➵Shanks would kiss you first. You both would be in a place alone together, and Shanks just decides "yep this is the right moment" and kisses you (it is the right moment). It could be on the ship deck late at night under the stars or in a field of flowers. He'd probably tease you first a little then as you laugh at his teasing. Then you notice he's just smiling at you, holding his gaze for a second longer than usual before leaning in and kissing you. Afterwards, he'd probably grin and say something stupid to tease you about it.
➵Law would maybe kiss you first. Law would think about it for way too long and over analyze the moment until it passes. This guy has tried so many times to kiss you but his mind gets in the way and the perfect opportunity slips. Law prefers a quiet atmosphere and no people except you both for anything like a first kiss like under the stars or while lying down somewhere private. And when it actually does happen, his whole body becomes slightly tense and controlled. Afterwards, on the outside he looks completely fine with a slight blush on his cheek. Internally is a different story, this guy's mind over analysis every moment and his whole mind becomes a disaster. But if he took too long and you kiss him first, Law would be a disaster inside and out. He'd freeze and get all flustered and shy trying to hide his face. And when you make a comment or tease him about it he'd say "Shut it" and hide his face from you.
➵Kidd would kiss you first, but in an angry way. The first kiss would probably happen mid argument or when your both annoyed at each other. You would be arguing with him, scolding him for being reckless then he just harshly grabs your face and shut you up with a kiss. I imagine the first kiss would be rough and brash. That's just simply his nature. Then when he pulls away and you say "What was that for?!", he grumbles and replies like "tch, you won't shut up". Then you scold him even more because that was your first kiss and he just took it in the least romantic moment.
➵Doflamingo would kiss you first. He'd kiss you when the moment feels like it for him. It'd be both soft and rough and completely in his terms. Doflamingo would grab your cheek all of the sudden and kiss you. He's also definitely really confident and cocky about the whole thing. And afterwards when you ask him "What was that for?" Because you completely didn't expect it, he'd just grins and say "Why, cat got your tounge?". And would definitely tease you if you suddenly get all shy and flustered.
➵Smoker would kiss you first, but you'd have to wait for a long time. Unlike Luffy and Ace, Smoker isn't impulsive at all. He's the type to think things through and definitely at the right moment. It would probably happen where something happens after a moment of tension and he just stops thinking and does it. Like getting separated during a battle and he gets worried because he can't find you. Then afterwards, he finally finds you and just pulls you in for a kiss suddenly. He'd lean his forehead on top of yours and say "Don't disappear on me like that ever again" because this guy genuinely loves you and can't bear the thought of losing you.
➵Crocodile would kiss you first. Once he decides he wants to kiss you, it will happen. Because one thing about Crocodile is that once he decides something, he'll follow through with it. If the moment was interrupted by somebody walking in or some other reason, he'll shoot them a glare and continue with what he planned. It would be both slow and rough, because he's just never been the type to rush. Then afterwards he just looks into your eyes and smile at you, which is a rare sight considering how composed and nonchalant he is. Matter of fact, you're probably the only person that can make him smile genuinely.
You’re in the kitchen with Nami. Soft conversation. Warm lighting. Laughing a little over booze.
“I mean, I don’t think he even realizes how much I watch him,” you say, smiling. “He’s always so focused. So serious.”
Nami raises a brow. “Wow, you’ve got it bad.”
You nod. “I know.”
Then softer—like it slipped out:
“I love him.”
Around the corner—Zoro stops walking.
Completely.
Stares ahead like someone just threw a sword through his chest.
He backs up. Quiet. Leans against the wall.
Breathes. Once. Twice.
“…Shit.”
When you leave the kitchen later, he’s waiting outside.
Doesn’t say anything. Just pulls you to him, forehead resting on yours.
“Say it again,” he whispers.
You blink. “What?”
“I need to hear it. Straight from you.”
You soften into a smile. “I love you.”
He mutters something under his breath that sounds like finally—
then kisses you like he plans to hear it every day for the rest of his goddamn life.
SANJI
You’re helping Robin prep some herbs for dinner. Quiet. Peaceful.
“He’s such a flirt,” you say. “But he doesn’t realize how sincere he really is. He’s gentle. He listens. He remembers.”
Robin hums knowingly. “Sounds like you’re awfully smitten.”
You laugh, bashful. Then:
“I love him, Robin.”
Outside, just beyond the doorway—Sanji nearly drops the wine bottle he was carrying.
His heart is pounding like cannon fire.
He peeks in. Sees you smiling. Glowing. Talking about him.
He exhales slowly. Hand on his chest.
“Mon dieu…”
Later that night, when everyone’s winding down, he pulls you aside. Hands shaking just a little.
“Did you mean it?” he asks. “What you said... to Robin.”
You blink, cheeks already flushing. “Y-You heard that?”
He grabs your hand. Brings it to his lips.
“I felt it,” he murmurs. “And I’ve never wanted to hear something so badly in my life.”
When you say it again, against his lips, he doesn’t kiss you.
He hugs you first. So tightly you start squirming.
Then kisses you like you’re an oath he’s taken for life.
SMOKER
You’re talking to Tashigi. Voice soft. Steady.
“He’s not easy to be around,” you admit, a little smile on your lips. “But I’ve never felt safer. Or more seen. I don’t think he realizes how much that means to me.”
She smiles behind her glasses. “You care for him very deeply.”
You nod. “I do. I love him.”
Out in the hall, Smoker freezes.
He’d been walking past—cigars in mouth, usual scowl in place—
But now?
Everything stops.
He leans against the wall. Quiet. Processing.
You love him.
Him.
The man made of smoke and walls and muttered complaints.
Later, he walks into your room without knocking.
You look up, startled. “Smoker?”
He walks over. Pulls you into his chest. Doesn’t let go.
“Just… say it to my face next time, would you?”
You blink. “What?”
He exhales. “The thing. That you told Tashigi earlier.”
You freeze. Then soften into a smile.
“What? That I love you?”
He groans softly—like it hurts. Then leans in, presses his forehead to yours.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “That.”
A few silent moments settle around you both. You smile as his thumb traces your cheek, his eyes locked on your lips.
“You mean it?” he mutters.
You smile, rising on your tiptoes as you press your lips to his.
“You know I do.”
KUZAN
You’re sitting beside Borsalino. Talking quietly.
“He’s so complicated,” you say, swirling tea in your cup. “Acts so nonchalant, but he’s kind in ways no one sees. Soft when he doesn’t mean to be. And I love him for all of it.”
Kizaru just hums with a quiet smile, nodding like he already knew.
Around the corner—Kuzan stops breathing.
He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. Just… caught the tail end.
But that line. That line.
It lands like a knife made of flames right in his cold chest.
He backs away slowly. Hands in his pockets. Trying to play it cool.
Fails completely.
That night, he knocks softly on your door.
You open it, surprised. “Hey.”
He stands there, quiet. Watching you. Like he’s trying to memorize you again.
Then—softly:
“You love me?”
You blink, startled. A bit scared. “...Y-You heard that?”
“Didn’t mean to.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Just… couldn’t pretend I didn’t.”
You look down. Step closer. “Yeah. I do.”
He exhales. Deep. Shaky. Then pulls you in, arms wrapping around you like you’re the only safe place left on earth.
“…Good,” he says against your hair. “Makes us both idiots.”
KIDD
You’re sitting at the workbench with Killer. Talking low.
“He’s such an ass sometimes,” you mutter. “But he remembers the smallest things. He fixes stuff without asking. And when he’s soft—god he’s so stupidly soft.”
Killer doesn’t say a word, but he ruffles your hair.
You laugh. A little embarrassed.
Then—quiet. Almost shy:
“Killer, I love that idiot.”
Outside, around the corner, Kidd has completely stopped functioning.
He was mid-lecture at Heat—paused. Mid-word. Mid-rage.
“…Did you hear that?” he says, like someone just punched him in the chest.
Heat opens his mouth. Closes it. Quietly walks away.
Kidd leans against the wall. Breathes like he’s holding back an explosion.
Later, he finds you. Doesn’t say much. Just steps in close.
“You told Killer something earlier.”
You freeze. Flush. “D-Did I?! Haha, I don't remem—”
“—Don’t even try.”
He stands in your way. Eyes narrowed. Voice low.
“Instead, why don’t you say it to me this time.”
You fold under his intense glare. “I... I love you, okay?”
He grabs your face. Pulls you in.
“You better.”
And then kisses the lights out of you.
BECKMAN
You’re with Yasopp and Lucky Roo. Laughing over drinks.
“He’s so calm, it makes you forget how dangerous he is,” you say. “But that’s what I love about him. I feel safe. Like I can breathe around him.”
They raise their eyebrows. Yasopp pulls a teasing smile.
“Ohooo, that’s a big word. We hear that right?”
You nod. “Yeah. I love him, you guys.”
Down the hall—Beckman stops.
He was walking in. Coffee in hand. Chill as ever.
Now? His fingers curl around the mug.
You love him.
He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t walk in. Just stands there for a minute. Soaking it in. Processing.
Then walks away.
And comes back later—heart pounding.
Finds you alone.
“Hey,” he says casually. “Got a second?”
You nod. He steps close. Not too close.
“You said something earlier. To the guys.”
You blink. “Oh. You heard that?”
He nods. “Do me a big favor and say it again. Right now.”
You smile. “...I love you, Beck.”
He exhales. Soft. Grabs the back of your neck and kisses your forehead like it’s sacred.
“…Then I think it’s about time I start acting like I’m worthy of that.”
DOFLAMINGO
You’re sitting on a couch, talking quietly to Vergo. Voice low.
“He’s... lost in his own world sometimes,” you say with a fond smile. “But I think I see more than he wants people to. There’s softness under the madness. And I love him for both parts.”
Vergo smiles. Like he sees it too. “You told him yet?”
You shake your head. “He’d laugh. Or twist it into a cruel joke.”
Then softer—
“But I do. I love him. Both parts.”
“Heaven and demon.”
Around the corner, Doflamingo has gone absolutely still.
He was headed in to gloat about something stupid.
Now?
He’s frozen. Stuck in place.
You love him, huh? Both parts?
Not just the mask, not just the monster.
Him, the two parts that make up the whole.
Later, he walks in casually. Like nothing happened.
But his glasses are off.
“You love me, sweetheart?” he says flatly. Like he's trying to push something down, while opening it apart at the seams.
You nearly drop the glass in your hand. “Wait—what—”
He’s in front of you in two strides. Looks right through you.
“Say it. I want to hear you say it when you know I’m listening.”
You stare back, defiant. “I love you, Doffy.”
He exhales. Shaky. Covers his eyes. Like he hates what it does to him.
What you do to him.
“Stupider than I pegged you for...” he mutters.
Then lowers his hand. Grabs his glasses. Grins.
Small. Real. A little shaky.
“…Fine. I’m yours, then. You better be ready for that.”
LUCCI
You’re in the corner of a quiet hallway, talking to Kaku.
“I don’t think he even knows how much I care,” you whisper. “He’s so guarded. But I see it—the little things. The way he notices. The way he protects without ever admitting it.”
Kaku nods. “You sound in deep.”
You smile. “I am. I love him.”
Down the hall, Lucci stops moving.
Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. Just… listens.
You love him.
And you said it like it wasn’t terrifying. Like it wasn’t impossible.
Like it was true, of all things.
He doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t confront you.
Just turns. Walks away. Quiet.
Later, he shows up at your door. Doesn’t knock. Just opens it.
Synopsis: After a town was successfully ran out of marines and laid plain for piracy to overtake it by your crew, the Kid Pirates found drink and merriment in their frivolity. After a game of kings, queens, and hearts, an unexpected turn of conversation between friends ends as it normally does: horny. Despite your well-kept secret amongst yourself, the crew finally learn that you had never experienced a climax with a partner before - or even by yourself. With the pick of the litter, both Kid and Killer take that shame as a personal slight against them and set to rectify the wrong made against you.
Warnings: Eustass Kid x f!reader x Massacre Soldier Killer, MDNI, 18+, smut, NSFW, throuple, double penetration (same hole), cock sucking, vibrator play, swearing, pet names (babe, doll, blossom, baby, sweetheart, little one, pretty), messy eating, masked sex, fingering, oral sex, inappropriate use of devil fruit, size difference, praise, cervix touching, Killer has a shrill laugh, overstimulation, sweet aftercare, creampie, squirting, friends with benefits, friendly sex, kid pirate shenanigans, there is also a dilf there that Wire is kind of into, and Quincy is just herself and we love that.
Notes: WELL THEN. THAT FIC GOT OUT OF HAND FAST. I have several people to blame and thank for this, including @cicadamoon for their beautiful playlist and company, to which this fic is dedicated to, and @hellkaiserinphoenix for their input on the plot. Thank you to my friends at various stages over the past few weeks to write alongside me in silent solidarity while sharing snippets of their work. This fic is such a fun one to write and I hope you enjoy!
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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ׂ╰┈➤ how different one piece men would react to you crying over something stupid ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ (part 2 here!!)
t͟a͟g͟s͟: ace, law, kidd, sanji .ᐟ , fluff, romance, sfw, comedy(?) in some parts.
n͟o͟t͟e͟: established relationship for everyone except kidd (depending how you perceive it, up to you.) i also wanted to include sabo but i currently ran out of ideas, so lmk if i should do more!!
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𓇼 ⋆.˚ : The sun hangs high in a cloudless sky, its golden warmth spilling over the polished warmth of the wooden deck. Gentle waves lapping rhythmically against the hull of the Thousand sunny.
A mild breeze stirs the sails, fluttering them lazily as the ship sailed on forward, the rigging creaks occasionally. Seagulls squawking and birds chirping from a comfortable distance in the vast horizon. But otherwise, silence reigned the vessel as everyone else was sleeping in their cabins during this peaceful morning. It was quiet, too quiet.
And then, there was you. Pacing back and forth around the kitchen, a panicked mess. You were basically a walking storm, trapped in skin. The scent of burnt food from a plate placed on the counter hitting your nose with an acrid, bitter edge.
The smell, of course, didn't go unnoticed. From a particular cook in the ship who quickly rose from his sleep and made his way towards the kitchen in quick strides. Pushing the door open in panic. His mind rushed with thoughts like : "Is it an intruder, a possible enemy attack?"
But those thoughts were soon completely erased as he was met by the sight of you standing there in the middle of the kitchen, a guilty expression on your face, like a child who just broke their mother's sacred living room vase. Taking a glance behind you, he finally identified the source of the smell, a black vapor of smoke emiting from the plate. His gaze soon shifting to yours again. His worried expression immediately softened upon seeing tears streaming down your face.
"Mon amour— What's wrong, what happened ?" He implored in a soft tone, walking towards you. His hands hovering over you as if he was scared you'd break the moment he touched you.
"Food.. it..- I cooked, and it burned, and — " You muttered out incoherently between sobs. You knew he hated wasting food more than anything else.
The cook wasted no time in pulling you in his arms, into a tight, comforting embrace. He had no idea what you were saying, but, despite whatever you thought, your tears were his biggest weakness.
" Shh.. M'lady, calm down, I'm not mad at you, please stop crying. " He cooed, deseperately trying to stop your endless stream of tears soaking through his shirt.
He didn't say anything for a while, and neither did you. Simply holding you in a comforting enfold, until you quieted down and gathered your thoughts.
You were the one ending the hush.
"I wanted to cook something for everyone before you woke up, since you always work so hard, and I burned it..." Your voice trembled slightly, as though you were confessing a sin.
Sanji simply stared down at you for a moment, then let out a small laugh, like he was holding himself back just a bit more than he was letting on. He then tightened his hold on you, always ensuring and prioritizing your safety, before swiftly lifting you off the ground slightly, with ease. J enough to twirl you around in his arms.
"My love !! You're so cute I could die !!"
"Wh- Sanji !!" Your hands hung in the air, unsure of where to face them. Eyes widening. You couldn't help but laugh along at the sudden gesture. Your face an odd mix of tears and joy.
He eventually placed you down on the ground again.
"So.. you're not mad..?"
"Y/N, darling, if you told me you burned a man to ashes, I would blame him for standing in your way."
You chuckled at the reassurance, a faint blush dusting your already red, post-crying cheeks. He always had a certain way with words that boosted your mood in no time.
The blonde reached closer and wiped the remaining tears off your complexion with his thumbs, ever so gently. Treating it like fragile glass. His hands slightly cold, contrasting against your warm, roughed up face. Before placing a soft kiss to your nose.
"It's okay to make mistakes, let's remake it together before the others wake up, hm?" He reassured you, patting your back here and there.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ And so, the entire hassle was over, you eventually cooked the meals again with Sanji's help, he instructed you, carefully watching you, making sure you don't spill, burn yourself, anything of the sort. A proud, loving warm smile plastered on his face the entire time. It was both a means of bonding and teaching you more of his secret cooking tips he wouldn't tell a soul about.
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༯ ࣪ ﹏𓊝 ⋆. The moon hangs full above the idle mast, casting a spell on the currently anchored ship of the Whitebeard Pirates, lanterns swing from ropes, their golden glow flickering across their faces. The sound of crickets trilling in the grassy field ahead was loud, never loud enough to overcome their cheerful singing and laughters erupting like cannon, as they partied, for whatever reason.
Their excuse? "There is no celebration, we simply celebrate living through another day !" With half empty barrels of rum, sake.. you name it, beside them.
And you were there in the middle of them, on god knows how many bottles of rum. Probably not much, considering your tolerance. You couldn't afford to drink that much. Though you were already a tad bit tipsy, losing count of the previous ones.
Beside you, was your significant lover, none other than Ace.
"Cheers again!"
"Cheers ! To the charming lady who stole my heart ~ " He said with a cheerful smile on his face, the one he'd always wear. The one that always caused a flutter in your heart. His voice dropping down an octave at the last sentence.
You simply enjoyed eachother's presence, a bit too much. The sound of the crowd almost vanishing, that of boots stomping as the others danced with wild abandon, some arm in arm, some spinning solo.
Just as you were about to grab yourself another bottle, he did it. again. His signature move.
Ace's freckled face suddenly fell on your lap, his previous laughter soon replaced with a faint snore. Your eyes widened as you looked down at him. Hands suspended above your head, unsure of what to do.
You blinked a few times, processing it, and before you knew it, you unwillingly burst into tears. Probably due to the alcohol, but that was a conversation for another day.
"Ace !! Are you dead ?! " You whined, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. Tears helplessly falling along your tinted cheeks.
Noticing your fussy state amidst the chaos, Marco walked up to you, arms crossed, he let out an amused laughter at the two of you.
"Haha ! Y/N !! You really crying? Give him a minute or two, you should get used to it by now."
That didn't go through your head. Not the slightest bit. You continued shaking him like you're trying to reach a coin from an empty penny bank.
He soon rose from his— rather short slumber, looking at you with a dead, plain expression. Like you had just insulted his entire bloodline, accessing the situation in his half drowsy, half drunken head.
He raised an eyebrow as he saw the tears on your face. Upon noticing that, you promptly averted your gaze away from him, wiping them off using the back of your sleeve.
"..Were you crying?? " Portgas asked, a mix of worry and amusement stirring in his voice, each of the two fighting for dominance.
"Absolutely not." You affirmed, your response quick and sharp.
"Pehahaha ! You wereeee ~ " He insisted in a tune-ish tone. A laugh eventually booming out of him. A laughter that always brought warmth to your chest, no matter what. Even now, when you were pretending to be mad.
Scooting closer to you, he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you against his side. His free hand curling into a fist and ruffling your hair playfully. "You thought I died or somethin' ?" The brunette teased, low chuckles escaping the back of his throat despite him. Holding himself back.
"..Could you stop doing that out of the blue? Atleast warn me beforehand!! What if you actually died?? What would I do with myself, Ace!" You dramatized, perhaps way too much. It's the alcohol, again.
He didn't exactly try to ridicule you or make fun of you, knowing how emotional you'd get in your light headed form. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, patting your shoulder reassuringly.
"You're such a crybaby. I won't die, not anytime soon, and especially not because of this. Alright?"
How ironic.
"..'Better not, you fool.." You mumbled under your breath.
༯ ࣪ ﹏𓊝 ⋆. When you thought he hadn't heard you, well, he had. His earlier amused smile shifting into a warm, content one. Finding your tipsy, worried self oddly endearing. But brushing off this funny interaction aside, not wanting to bring down the mood, both of you soon placed your focus back to enjoying your quality time alongside eachother before the end of the night.
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˙✧˖🔧 ⋆｡˚ A gruesome fight had just ended between the Kid Pirates and another rookie crew, who foolishly thought they were good enough and actually stood a chance to match against your captain.
Your crew, of course, left the attack victorious. Albeit, the ship, Victoria, was left in a tremendously bad shape. And you were so kind to offer fixing up a few loose wooden boards.
Spoiler: You had no shipwrighting experience whatsoever.
And so you struggled, for hours. Deseperately attempting to fix the mess.. and you just may have made it worse. Though your pride didn't allow you to admit you couldn't do it.. or maybe the fear of telling Kidd. So, you simply chose to drown in silence.
You sat down, leaning against the railing. Smoothing your hair back and sighing, a few tears falling from your face with your forehead in yours hands, elbows propped on your knees.
This was dumb. Why were you crying?
You thought: everyone is so strong and reliable, You thought you could at least help with some measly ship fixing.
Zoning out, your mind eventually turned off, but your tears never ceased raining down your face. Until he passed by.
A deep, aggressive voice pierced through your earlier silence.
"Oi — You done fixing that up or what ?!"
You immediately flinched, standing up abruptly, with a hammer still in your hand. Face slightly reddened and puffy from your quiet sobs.
Kidd wasn't born yesterday, he certainely wasn't the smartest one in the bunch, either. But when something was wrong, he could definitely sense it.
" What the hell. Y/N. Crying, on my ship ? In my sight?? " He scolded roughly. A growl emitting beneath his words.
"I'm not crying, I just couldn't figure out how t —" You gave him a half-assed excuse, gripping the hammer tighter around your hand.
Eustass looked back and forth between you, the hammer, and the still unfixed mess behind you. It wasn't hard to put two and two together.
"Tch— You're pathetic, give me that." He commanded firmly, his tone as gruff as ever as he took the hammer from your hand by force in one swift motion. Kneeling down where the touching up needed to be done, and getting to work without another word.
"Captain, you didn't have to, I can—" You protested quietly, walking behind him.
"Shut up and actually make yourself useful— Bring more screws. Now."
Not another word was spoken from you. You quickly hurried off to grab more supplies, sighing in relief on your way.
˙✧˖🔧 ⋆｡˚ Why, relief? Because you knew. You knew he wasn't actually mad. That's just how he is. A tough exteriour, hiding a much more caring and reliable facade, especially towards you and the rest of his crewmates. You could tell he felt just a tad bit bad for your pathetic, sorry self. Though he would never admit it out loud. And he didn't necessarily have to, since you could read him like a book anyway.
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⊱ 🧊 ׅ ✧ ⋮ Onboard the famous Polar Tang submarine, where everyone else was busy managing whatever important stuff going on. You, on the other hand, were.. well, definitely busy, with something else.
Curled up in a ball on the couch of Law's office, wrapped around yourself like a cocoon, face buried in your knees. You weeped, uncontrollably. Like you just witnessed the sky shattering and falling above you. Your form shaking slightly with each sob errupting out of you.
And there he was, sitting on his desk, his multiple attempts at focusing on his work were futile.
He'd already tried comforting you, but those attempts were just as pointless.
He wiped a hand roughly over his face, as if he was giving up on life itself entirely.
"Will you stop crying over that already ? " He grumbled gruffly, his gaze shifting to you again.
"No !! I feel so, terribly bad, I wish the ground opened and swallowed me whole ! "
"So dramatic." Trafalgar sneered, rolling his eyes.
"You just don't get it!" You whined.
"Oh, I do get it." He affirmed amidst standing up, making his way towards you again. He sat beside you, awkwardly.
You were unconsollable.
"..Listen, I really don't think Bepo's the type to hold a grudge over you accidentally stepping on him— Hell, he doesn't hold grudges at all. He's just Bepo." Law assured you, placing an awkward hand on your back, patting it a few times.
You eventually pulled your face out of your knees, sniffling, dabbing at your tears with the back of your hand.
"But— He looked so pained, and sad, and the way HE apologized because of MY mistake —"
"He's not sad, I was with him just a moment ago, he's playing cards with Penguin and the others like nothing happened. I bet he already forgot about it."
You paused. It was a long, dramatic pause. You wanted the earth to swallow you whole once again, but this time, for different circumstances. You just embarassed yourself, crying senseless over nothing. Though your tears finally stopped their ceaseless falling.
He blinked a few times, confused by your sudden silence, and the way you stared at him.
"..Really? He's not sad? Or mad at me?" You asked again, making sure, again, and again.
"I never lied to you." Law reassured you, times over, and over. As much as you needed.
With a now relieved smile, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close for a hug. He stiffened and stilled for a moment, a small, barely there blush brushing against his cheeks. But he didn't hesitate to hug you back.
"Idiot. You should really save your tears for more important matters next time." The surgeon mumbled against your hair as he plopped his chin ontop of your head. More of an advice than a scold, he didn't exactly like seeing you crying, and it showed, in his own special way.
⊱ 🧊 ׅ ✧ ⋮ He wasn't exactly the emotional type of guy. When it came to situations like this, or any situation, really. He was always more logical, rational, and critical. He acted on finding a solution rather than giving out comfort, but he learned to know how to balance between the two when it came to you, he deeply cared, despite not showing much through his cold and distant facade. Which only seemed to collapse around you.
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As a fellow yapper, this felt necessary. Ive been thinking about expanding this to include a few additional characters, but for now, here's what I've got!
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kidd
Tags: GN!Reader, no specific relationship mention, could be prerelationship
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LUFFY
Luffy didn’t even really notice it at first. Honestly, he’s a bit of a yapper himself.
If you get excited and start yapping about something, he’ll match you almost every step of the way.
It’s the passion in your voice that really gets him.
When he starts to really realize how yappy you are, though, is when it’s topics that don’t interest him.
He’ll still listen. Well, mostly. Kind of. Not really. This is Luffy we’re talking about.
But you’ll just keep droning on and on and on.
Luffy will just stand there, picking his nose, unsure of what’s even happening right now.
One time, he just outright laughed.
”You’re funny. Why do ya talk so much, anyway?”
You’re floored. Face, beat red. Eyes, wide. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, he grins at you.
”It’s fine, let’s just talk about somethin’ else!”
You didn't even have time to be mad. Because, right away, a boisterous laugh left Luffy at the expression on your face.
From that point on, you took any of those comments in stride and made sure to talk about things that excited Luffy, too.
And for Luffy’s part? He’s content to just tease you and watch the way your face scrunches. For totally platonic reasons, of course.
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ZORO
At first, Zoro didn't know what to think about it.
He’s used to people just talking to him. He swears he doesn’t have one of those faces - he’s made himself relatively unapproachable.
When you’re stoic and quiet like he is, though, people just seem to talk to you.
Luffy, Nami, Usopp - the whole ship is full of yappers.
And it's not like he really minds it. Sometimes it's interesting, and when he's in the mood for it, he has a good time engaging or making jokes.
It’s when he notices how you just don’t stop that he realizes this might be a problem.
He doesn’t always hate it. Quite honestly, he’ll easily fall asleep to it, and you don’t seem to mind.
It’s just sometimes when he’s already feeling exhausted from a workout that it can be a bit…grating.
”You just don’t shut up, do you?”
You were babbling about something - some kind of story, Zoro wasn't paying attention. He was trying to take a nap on the deck when you had just started, so the words slipped out of him faster than he meant.
That shut you right up, leaving Zoro feeling way more guilty than he anticipated it would.
He was expecting some sort of snappy comment, some sort of argument, which wouldn’t be completely unexpected of you. But you just went silent. And walked away.
Yeah, he was regretting it almost immediately.
Why would it matter, though? He’d get what he wanted - some peace and quiet, a chance to finally take a real nap on the deck again without any interruptions. No more training sessions interrupted with constant blabbering. Being left alone to his saké while the rest of the crew yapped and he could listen in.
But he found himself missing the way you’d sit next to him and how excited your voice would sound the few times he’d actually listen. He missed the way your eyes lit up when he’d give you a small nod of acknowledgment, and the way you beamed in delight whenever he’d follow it up with a hum or a question.
He eventually, very reluctantly, apologized.
“Yeah, you still talk too much, but it’s fine. Kinda missed hearing it.”
The moment you forgave him for snapping on you, he was more relieved than he thought he’d be to hear you rambling to him again.
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SANJI
Sanji was floored when you first started rambling to him. One - because you chose to rant to him. Two - because you just talk so much.
It wasn’t an issue. Not at all. In fact, it helped break up the day when he’d be busy around the kitchen.
He’d love if you just sat in a chair peeling potatoes while talking to him all day long. About anything and everything, really.
The sound of your voice is like a chime to him, as pretty as you are, and he’s happy to be given the privilege to listen to it.
He’s happy to engage. He’ll ask questions, add comments of his own.
Even if he wasn’t already completely enamored with your presence, he had already decided that having you here talking about whatever inane crap came to your head was better than him being alone.
He smokes a cigarette, taking small breaks to lean against the counter and just listen to you. Honestly, sometimes in amazement. It was impressive how long you could talk.
One time, after a particularly long rant about how stupid one character of a book you were reading was, you offered him an apology for going on a rant.
“Sorry for talking so much, just had to get that out.” You said, and Sanji immediately shook his head and laughed.
”Are you kidding? I could listen to you talk all day, gorgeous.”
It was such an easy answer for Sanji, and after that, it stuck with you every time you decided to waltz into his kitchen for another yap session.
He'd always have your favorite drink and snack at the ready!
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LAW
When you first joined the crew, Law wasn’t worried about everyone getting along with you.
You seemed friendly enough. Chatty, maybe, but that just meant you’d fit right in with everyone else on the sub. Their personalities were far more vibrant than Law considered his own to be, and that’s how he preferred it.
It’s in the few first times that he was cornered by you that he fully realized just how relentlessly chatty you were. And you had selected him to be your regular target.
You were rambling. Ranting. Droning on and on about something that he was listening to and absorbing, but wasn’t necessarily interested in.
He replied politely, though, for the most part. Nodding, humming, giving small comments occasionally. He didn’t have a reason not to, and he was in a good enough mood.
For a while, he was okay with being mostly quiet just to let you get it out of your system.
It was only the fourth or fifth time that you were yapping to him over dinner that he finally interrupted.
“You always talk this much?”
He really didn’t mean it as an insult. Granted, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about having you talk his ear off while he’s eating, but he wasn’t necessarily bothered by it. It was just…regular annoying.
Yes, he’s ranked how annoying something is on a scale before. It helps him when dealing with people.
When he realized he messed up, he didn’t really know how to recover it from there.
You’d still talk, of course, but you stopped cornering him. You droned on to Bepo or Ikkaku instead. For some reason, that didn't sit right with the surgeon.
So, the next time you were alone together, he just kind of started talking to you. About something random he remembered you talking about. He still didn’t fully get it.
That started you up again, and if you weren’t so busy gesticulating with your hands and explaining whatever the hell you were explaining, you might have been able to see him smirk.
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KIDD
The Victoria Punk was no stranger to loud, booming voices. It goes without saying that some of the most boastful remarks came from the Captain himself.
When you joined the crew, it seemed nearly seamless. Some growing pains here and there, but overall, you'd proven to be a strong and capable crewmate.
The only thing, Kidd learned, is that you never shut the fuck up.
Whether it was excitedly recalling a battle you'd been a part of, showing off your weapons or abilities, or even just talking about the damn news.
You always had input, and it had slowly begun to grate on the Captain's nerves.
It was during one particular day at port where you were rambling about - oh, who knows? It was incessant. And Kidd was wanting to address the crew.
“Would you shut the hell up?”
He noticed the way you bristled, your face scrunched, but you said…nothing.
Thank god, you finally seemed to stop.
But you didn't start back up. At all.
This went on for a few days, and somehow the silence was as annoying for Kidd as the talking. Maybe even more.
Where the hell did that sweet voice go? The nonstop chatter about the new island or the mission? The bragging about how you'd taken down a Marine, something he noticed and nearly pointed out himself?
He cornered you on the deck the morning before you set sail, finally having had enough. Again.
“The silent treatment, you damn brat? You'd better start being a chatterbox again before I kick your ass.”
DAY 8. blindfolds, impact play 🫀 | Eustass Kidd
Pairing(s): Eustass Kidd x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: You only misbehave cause you know he'll fuck the attitude right out of you.
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Your captain is quite easy to rile up. Kidd is single-handedly the easiest man to rage-bait; even Killer often takes advantage of this. You love the man, but you love to annoy the shit out of him even more. You push his buttons in a way only you can, asking stupid questions or making comments that will for sure irk him.
“Do you ever wish you were taller?”
“Huh? The fuck do you mean, I'm taller than ya!” He looks at you as if you've just wished his dick fell off, and maybe that would have been better.
“Well, yeah, but you aren’t taller than Killer. You aren't even the second-tallest member in your own crew.”
You can hear Killer laughing behind his hand, not wanting to anger the redhead further.
“What the hell are ya talking about!” His face is beginning to match his hair.
“I'm just saying, wouldn’t you like to be taller?”
Killer had to step in, “Okay, lady. Maybe slow down before he blows up the entire ship.” He said as he pushed you out the door by your shoulders, “He’s a ticking time bomb... A small one at best, but a bomb nonetheless.”
“Come back here and say that to my face, motherfucker!” You can hear him losing his shit.
“What would you do if you were handier?” You were sitting on the metal table next to the one he was working on, swinging your feet back and forth, acting all innocent.
Kidd stopped working and turned to look at you. You could already see a vein popping out of his glabella behind the goggles, and when he took them off, you confirmed just how tender the spot you’ve poked was. “Handier?”
“Yeah, you know? If you could build complex things or fix them, what would you do?”
His mouth may be silent for the first couple of seconds, but his eyes say everything. He looked like he wanted to destroy the entire ship and rebuild it with his bare hands just to prove a point. His hands shake in anger, and his shoulders tense as he tries to stop himself from choking you, but then, an idea appears. He’ll show you exactly how handy he can be.
You are aware of how you ended up in this position. And while in the back of your head, you are high-fiving yourself. On the outside, tears soak the silk blindfold that’s over your lids, your brain is struggling to keep up with the pleasure and lack of oxygen, and the skin of your bottom is as red as Kidd’s lipstick.
"I'm sorry!" You cry as another spank hits against the raw skin of your ass.
"I don't give a fuck," he snarls.
"Kidd!"
"I thought I told ya to count. Want me to start over?"
"No! No, umm, fifteen?"
"Wrong!" Smack!
"Kidd, shit!"
"We are starting over, and this time I want ya to use yer dumb fucking head. Am I clear?"
You nod, a sob escaping your mouth.
Smack! "Answer me."
"Fuck! Yes, Kidd, yes."
"Good." And so, he continues.
Smack!
"One!"
Smack!
"Two!"
Smack!
"Three." You can barely speak. You can't stop shaking, and saliva drips down your chin.
"I can barely hear ya. Louder, woman!" His hand impacts the skin between your thigh and ass, your nerves sting, but you have never been wetter.
"Four!"
"Where's that audacity ya had moments ago, huh? Ya wanted to act like a bitch then I'll make you my bitch." Smack!
The torture continues for a while, until he feels he's satisfied with the art he's plastered on your skin and the amount of arousal that's covering his clothes. But don't be mistaken, he's nowhere done.
He pushes aside the lace of your panties and sees your wet cunt. Throbbing, soaked, clenching desperately around nothing, crying for nothing he can give. He smirks.
"Yer such a whore. Doing all this just to get yer hole filled." He dips his middle finger inside you with no warning.
You mewl, no mental capacity left.
Kidd may be a rough lover, but he never does more than you can take. He rubs your bottom, nursing the skin and making sure no real damage was done.
"Ya alright, lassie?"
You nod, but he isn't satisfied with this.
He grabs your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers, then he pushes the blindfold up, looking for any signs of discomfort in your eyes, "Words?"
"I'm good."
He pushes the blindfold down again and pushes you back on your stomach. His arm pushes your legs open, and his fingers toy with the skin around your core, teasing you, until he decides you've had enough.
Smack!
You scream, "Kidd!"
His fingertips smack against your clitoris, taking you by surprise, your back arches, and your legs try closing up, but he's quicker. He pushes you, keeping you in place.
"Don't ya dare move, slut."
He continues the assault on your bundle of nerves; you are sure the entire ship is aware of your activities. His name and obscenities keep brewing out of your mouth, but little do you care when the rough skin of his palm rubs against your core.
His fingers now rub on your clit, harsh and merciless, your legs thrash around and try pulling you away from him, but his metal arm won't let you. Your climax comes rapidly and violently, juices squirting out of you and staining everywhere, your skin is on fire, your limbs cry in exhaustion, and you feel like you are about to pass out, but your boyfriend knows you can take more.
"Yer such a dirty little slut. Beg for my cock, tell me how much ya want it."
Measly whines and moans leave your mouth, "please, Kidd, please, please, please..."
Eustass manhandles you so your back is against his chest, feet on the bed, his hands on your hips. You can't see anything, but his cock is angry red, big, thick, and leaking from the tip down to his heavy balls. He slaps it against the wet folds of your cunt, making you whine from the overstimulation.
"Beg." He says in your ear.
"Please."
"Please, what? Say it." Another slap.
"Please, fuck me." You whisper.
"Louder!" He demands.
"Fuck me, Kidd!"
His cock reaches your cervix in one thrust, kicking against it and making you clench almost to the point of choking it. Both of you gasp, and you feel like you might black out. He gives you a second, only that before his tempo begins. His hands push you up and down his length with no regard, just looking to push more and more moans out of you, chasing his and your pleasure. He feels huge inside you, and you can barely believe he's able to fit every time.
"Fuck! Ya feel so fucking good, lass."
His groans and moans only make you cling harder around him. Kidd's a vocal lover; he'll scream, groan, moan, and say whatever the hell he feels like in bed, and it couldn't be hotter. Unless you are the rest of the crew and have to endure an hour or more of hearing him.
You can feel everything: the warmth of his chest skin, the coldness of his left arm, the roughness of his grip on your body, the shakiness of his breath against your neck.
Your limbs feel like giving up, but you simply can't, not when you are this close.
"It feels so fucking good!" You cry.
"Ya only misbehave cause ya know I'll fuck the attitude right outta ya. Ya love being my cock sleeve, can't live without my cock."
You nod fervently. Whatever he said, whatever he wants, you'll agree.
One of his hands slaps on your clit, "Say it!"
You're on the edge, "Kidd!"
Smack! "Say it, ya whore!"
"I love your cock!"
He smirks, but he won't let up, "and what else?"
"And I love being your cock slut!"
"Good girl."
Smack!
That's it. Your knees give up, and your legs loosen up; your body is sent down to the floor, but he's quicker to grab you, pushing you against him and securing you there. You can't stop trembling, your body is overheated and overstimulated, and your throat is completely dry. Your eyes can barely open when he takes off the blindfold and makes you look at him. Your captain is smiling, feeling pleased with himself, but not completely satisfied.
"Couldn't even wait for me to cum, huh?" He kisses you hard, then pulls on your lip, "but don't ya worry yer little head, I'm not done yet."
