Got hit by a new AU some time ago, so here it is! Exobiologist!Vil meets Alienbeing!Leona ಠ◡ಠ Brain said "make that lion a lionfish snake". So be it. Still need a title for this AU but already have a chunk of lore! Can't wait to doodle more about this one on my free time~
I'm back with a request fulfillment! This one is for the lovely @tomatop who requested a fic for Crocodile! Thank you, Toma, for coming to me with this request!! (and for waiting ♡) I always enjoy writing some Crocodile and I loved this idea so I hope I did it some justice haha ♡
"...crocodiles wife/secretary (someone he cares about) gets kidnapped and held for ransom or something but they purposely give her a matching scar across her face."
✦♡✦ Scarred ✦♡✦
♡ Sir Crocodile x Fem!Reader ♡
♡ Tags: Angst, Depictions Of Violence, Mentions Of Blood, Reader Is Kidnapped & Harmed, Possessive Crocodile/He Literally Kills For You, Smut In The Latter Half, P in V, Mirror Sex, Reader & Crocodile Are Married, 18+ MDNI
♡ Words: 3.1k
Slowly, you surfaced back to consciousness.
It felt like your mind was clawing its way through mud as you fought back against the lingering grogginess. The first thing you registered was the inability to move your hands – only feeling the rough fiber of rope rubbing against the skin of your wrists as you wriggled your hands and fingers. Your heart rate spiked inside of your chest, cutting through the remnants of your haziness.
You slowly cracked your eyes open as you tried to get your bearings.
Seated in a chair with your arms behind your back, you found yourself bound at the wrists with rope and similarly around your ankles. That was the extent of your confines, though – no gag, no blindfold, no other restraints.
Licking your parched lips, you looked around the room to try to figure out where the hell you were. But the room was practically empty, no other furnishings besides you in your chair. There were no windows, only a single door across from you. The only source of light was a lone, dim light bulb dangling from the ceiling which barely lit the room.
You took in a deep breath, and tried to rifle through your brain on why you could have been taken and how you were going to get yourself out of this.
Crocodile – the man you loved and also worked for – had such an unending list of enemies, it'd be impossible to try to narrow it down without any sort of hint.
As you attempted to tug against your restraints, the sound of various footsteps approaching made you pause and your hairs stand on end.
The door opened to reveal a group of four men as they filed in and you dug your nails into your palms to keep yourself grounded from the rising fear in your chest. The tallest of the men broke from the pack first and swaggered over to you, hands in his pockets. As he got right up in front of you, you were able to make out his face in the low light and your lips became a thin, straight line as you recognized this man.
He was a lackey for some wannabe conman Crocodile had done a deal with recently – a deal that had gone sideways in the end but that hadn't been your problem nor Crocodile's.
"That asshole you call your husband ripped us off," the man circled you like a shark, every word dripping with malice. "So, we're going to keep you here until he pays our boss back every bit he owes us, plus interest." He stopped in front of you to stare you down but you held his gaze.
Did Crocodile actually rip them off? Maybe. Maybe not. At this point, you were already tied to a chair in some dingy basement so it didn't really matter.
But if these men really thought that Sir Crocodile would be paying a ransom any time soon, they had another thing coming.
"You really don't know who you're dealing with then," you told him, almost sounding bored. The man sneered at you, and while a small chill went down your spine, you refused to back down. You felt a blend of anger and disgust towards these men for kidnapping you like this, for insulting your husband. Channeling Crocodile's vain demeanor, you lolled your head to the side and sighed, "I almost feel bad for you."
In the blink of an eye, the man snatched a hand out to uncomfortably grip your face, pushing your head back, and you fought back a gasp. From his pocket, he quickly whipped out a knife and brought it to your face which caused the rest of the men in the room to scramble forward.
"I-I don't think we're supposed-"
"We can't touch her-"
"Shut it." The agitated man hissed, cutting off the men who tried to speak up. It was clear this lackey, this loose cannon, was the one in charge of this small group. The others backed down and fidgeted as they watched him continue to manhandle you.
While you still kept your expression as cold and impassive as you could, it was like alarm bells were going off inside your head. Your heart thundered inside of your chest, a cool sweat broke across the back of your neck and it felt like acid was burning at the base of your throat.
Still, you would not let them see you break.
Your eyes narrowed, glaring at the man, and he snarled, your continued defiance sending him over the edge.
"She loves that bastard so much, why don't we have them match?"
As his words registered a moment too late, your eyes became like saucers and your lips parted.
Then the blade made contact with your skin and you felt the slice of the cool metal as it dragged along your face. Starting at one ear, crossing over your nose, and ending at your other ear.
Once satisfied with his work, he stepped back to give you a smug grin before he called out to the others behind him, "What do we think, boys?"
An uproar of outraged and worried shouting broke out across the room but it all sounded muffled to you, like you were underwater. One of the underlings ripped the man away from you and your head fell forward, chin tucked to your chest.
You didn't even feel the pain – shock had taken over all of your senses. You barely even felt the rush of blood down your face.
You stared blankly at your lap, small droplets of blood now staining your clothes. Your mind was a swirling void of disconnected thoughts. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes but you gritted your teeth, refusing to crumble. Not yet. Not until they left.
Suddenly, the door slammed against the wall, now hanging half off it's hinges, and the leisurely click of dress shoes – expensive dress shoes – reverberated around the room. As the men in the room fell silent, frozen in shock like statues, an amused scoff came from the newcomer.
"You really thought you could take what's mine and get away with it?"
The sound of your husband's disdainful, haughty voice was what finally made a light sob rip up your throat as relief washed over you. You lifted your head slightly, peering up through your lashes, just to know that it was really him, he was really here.
In the faint light, you saw two of the men go down in an instant, bodies slashed by curves of sand. Crocodile sauntered further into the tiny room, his brutally, powerful presence dominating the space. Just as swiftly as the first two, he took down the underling still holding onto the one in charge, another slice of sand flashing across the room.
Your attacker took in his fallen comrades before he let out a bellowed yell and charged at Crocodile with the knife still in his hand. With the utmost ease, Crocodile grabbed him by the throat and gradually dehydrated him, his hand crushing his windpipe further and further as he did so. Once the man was nothing but a husk, he flippantly flung him to the ground without another thought.
In only a few steps, Crocodile was by your side and his hook made quick work of your restraints, giving your limbs instant relief. Cradling one of your wrists to your chest, you rubbed at the chafed skin, tucking your chin downwards yet again.
"Let's get you out of here," Crocodile was assessing the room before he looked back down at you.
You didn't respond, though.
Words were impossible right now as sharp, stinging pain was beginning to slowly ebb across your face and a shaky breath escaped you.
Crocodile’s deep voice turned soft as he said your name while he knelt in front of you – a softness you only heard on rare occasion. “Look at me." An agonizing blend of emotions churned within your stomach and you hunched yourself forward even further.
"Sweetheart, look at me.” You could hear the faint edge of worry laced in his usually stoic tone, and you started to raise your head, only by a bit. His large hand came to cup the side of your face, but you felt his fingers jolt once they made contact with your blood stained skin.
Then he gripped under your jaw to hurriedly tilt your head back, making your breath hitch, and it was like all time had slowed down between the two of you.
Through your own watery gaze, you watched those always piercing, always lethal, eyes of his slowly widen. His expression became distant, like he was a thousand miles away. But that expression was then gone as quickly it had arrived.
Instead, his sharp features contorted into raw, silent fury.
"They hurt you. They hurt my wife." His whispered words were like ice, unforgiving and cutting.
Normally, your husband's temper was louder, brasher. On display for the world to see and to cower from.
But this was different – you had never seen him like this before. One could think he was almost calm, but there was an undercurrent of cruelty to every ripple of movement from him.
Off in the distance, you could hear the clamoring of more men approaching.
Crocodile reached back to remove his heavy fur coat from his shoulders before draping it around yours. Your hands held onto his coat around you while you silently watched him, light tears lining your lashes.
"Stay here," he instructed you, voice low, his eyes vacant as he stood back up to his full, towering height.
Turning towards the ruined doorway, Crocodile moved with a deadly fluidity that reminded you of a merciless predator. His hand flexed repeatedly and sand poured off of him in unrelenting streams, leaving trails of it behind as he made his way out of the room.
The first shout from the newly arriving group rang out but it was quickly cut off with the hiss of sand and an anguished cry of pain. Though you couldn't see it, you heard the carnage unfold as another agonized wail sounded off and then another, the next coming even faster than the last.
Clutching his coat closer, you closed your eyes and took comfort in the warmth and scent of your husband while scream after scream echoed from the hallway.
Some Time Later
Bracing your hands against the bathroom counter, another breathy moan escaped past your lips. In front of you, mounted on the wall, was an ornate mirror and through half-lidded eyes, you watched in the reflection as Crocodile repeatedly drove his cock into you from behind. He had you fully pinned between his burning skin and the cool stone of the counter, his left arm snaked around your waist.
With every thrust, his impressive length bullied your inner walls, sending sparks of ecstasy through your veins. Just as you felt your arms begin to give out, Crocodile pulled you back and flushed up against his broad chest.
At this angle, the way his hips slapped against your ass caused your body to rock forward, making your tits bounce. In your husband's secure hold and at his complete mercy, you dropped your head back against his pec, letting an endless string of moans and mewls spew from you. You felt those sharp eyes of his gazing at you through the mirror and a shiver danced down your spine, desire burning hot in your lower stomach.
Cupping under your jaw from behind, Crocodile held your face in his large hand. His grip was tight but your eyes only lightly rolled back from being in his firm grasp.
Then you felt his thumb stroke your cheek – right along the line of your new scar.
It had taken some time, but your face had healed, and now you had a scarred over line that went along your face, from ear to ear. Just like his own.
It was something you'd have for the rest of your life, but, as you adjusted to it, you had decided to wear it with pride. And with the way Crocodile's eyes zeroed in on it sometimes, like right now, you couldn't help but wonder if he secretly liked it. You honestly wouldn't be surprised with your husband's vanity if a part of him savored you bearing his resemblance.
Especially since the source of said scar was dead as a doornail – and the entire crew he ran with. In that fit of icy, silent rage unlike anything you'd seen from him before, Crocodile had made sure that not a single soul had survived.
Crocodile snapped his hips forward again, harsher this time, and it pulled choked gasp from you. You weren't sure how much longer you were going to last, not with the way his cock was relentlessly drilling into you. That burning desire from before now simmered throughout your whole body and airy moans built up in your throat, Crocodile's grip on your face getting tighter with each one that slipped past your lips.
His eyes never left your face in the mirror as you teetered over the edge of your orgasm, that coiled feeling in your lower stomach so incredibly taut.
"Keep looking at me, sweetheart," Crocodile lustfully growled, causing your eyebrows to crease further together as another desperate moan came from you. While your mind was becoming absolute mush, you focused on locking eyes with him and a satisfied groan rumbled it's way through Crocodile. "Good, that's it."
Your pussy clenched around his cock at his praise, earning you a hiss of pleasure from your husband. Shifting his hips, Crocodile changed his angle all while keeping his brutal pace but now he was hitting your sweet spot, making your vision white out.
With a few more wanton cries, your orgasm finally coursed through you wildly and you wrapped your arms around Crocodile's sturdy arm at your waist to anchor yourself to him. Your sobs of ecstasy echoed around the bathroom while you continued to rock your hips back in time with his thrusts, riding out every bit of your orgasm. Crocodile was stroking your face again, his breathing turning harsh and heavy while his eyes devoured you in the mirror.
Just as you came down from your sexual high, Crocodile let go of your face to hold you by your hip, keeping you in place while his cock plunged into you erratically. You could barely catch your breath, only choked moans barely making their way out of you while he had his way with you.
With a deep groan that radiated through his chest, Crocodile snapped his hips forward one last time and spilled into you. Small gasps escaped you as felt his cock kick inside of you and his arms now crushed you against his torso. Soon, you felt his body relax against yours and you bit your lip to hold back a light whine.
The two of you stayed like that while you both caught your breath, your sweat slicked bodies melting against one another. Your eyes slid closed and you relished in the moment with him, feeling his chest move with every breath he took.
After a few moments of this, you reopened your eyes to find Crocodile looking at your scar through the mirror. His expression told you nothing of what he was thinking and it made you think back to that day. Ever since then, you had had a question for him that you still had yet to ask him.
"You look like you have something on your mind," he rasped out, an eyebrow quirked in question.
Still holding onto his arm, one of your hands gave his forearm a light squeeze before you answered him.
“When you first saw me – first saw what they did...” you trailed off, gathering your thoughts. “You had this look on your face, only for a moment. But it was like you were elsewhere.” Flicking your eyes back up to his, your question was a gentle whisper. “Where did you go?”
Crocodile held your gaze in the mirror for a beat before he sighed, looking away.
“The past.”
His tone, weary but still pointed, made it clear that you weren’t getting anything else from him about it. But you understood; his past had always been an untouchable subject between the two of you, no matter how long you had been by his side.
You were his wife, his secretary, his – sometimes literally – partner-in-crime, but for someone like Crocodile, there would always be a wall that could never fully be brought down.
You gave him a small okay and began to idly rub your thumb along his forearm, dropping the topic.
Letting out another deep breath through his nose, Crocodile dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. Your eyes softened as you watched him for a moment before reaching your hand back to thread your fingers through his, now slightly mussed up, slicked back hair. You heard a small rumble come from your husband as his strong arms pulled your body closer to his.
Affection, like this, from Crocodile was a rarity, and it was always on his terms – starting and ending exactly when he deemed so. You bit back a smile as the thought of him being like a large, disgruntled cat floated through your mind.
His nose rubbed against your back as he buried his face against you, his hand digging into the meat of your hip.
"It'll never happen again."
His words – quiet but solemn, a whisper against your skin – pulled you from your thoughts as you felt his arms constrict around you further.
You didn't need him to clarify what he meant. Ever since you'd returned, you had constantly felt Crocodile's shadow everywhere you went. His presence a silent and looming, but protective veil over you.
He hadn't uttered a word about it – no showy demands or controlling orders. But as you went about your day to day life, your husband was just always there. Smoking a cigar nearby while you filed paperwork, trailing closely behind you as browsed through different stores, watching from your shared bed as you went about your nightly routine.
You knew there was a good chance you'd eventually tire of it, especially if he started to bar you from going anywhere or doing certain things, but for now, you were letting yourself enjoy his comfort and security.
Crocodile lifted his head and met your eyes in the mirror one more time. Now, there was a fire in his eyes, a fire that said he'd let this whole world burn for you – something he'd already proven on that day.
With his face next to yours, the start of your scar and the end of his became one long, scarred line.
A small smirk graced your lips, one that Crocodile returned easily, before you gave his forearm another squeeze.
Hello fellow Kid enthusiast!! Because I'd like good vibes with Kid
Hi @sluttyseaslug ~ unfortunately Good Vibes has already been picked up for a bedtime story with Killer. Please pick another prompt, I’m always down to write for Eustass Kid😘
Hi @sluttyseaslug ~ Thank you so much for your flexibility, here is your Eustass Kid bedtime story. I only know how to write him as soft or spicy so I'm combining forces here because I love him<3
WC: 1,043. M!n0rs DNI - you WILL be blocked. Spicy, Soft moments with a sexy, feral beast. Say My Name, a prayer.
Kid X Reader X Say My Name
The Captain of the Kid Pirates loves nothing more than the sound of his name falling from your lips. He could listen to you say his name over and over, from dawn til dusk.
The sound of you thanking him for the things he does for you, making him want to do more for you. How you gently call his name with resolve when you have to remind him to eat or sleep, making him more agreeable to take better care of himself for you.
Kid loves the way you say his name when you use that tone- the one that reveals: you acknowledge his bullshit but still adore him. Even as you roll your eyes at him, flashing him a soft smile immediately after. Your calling card that you love him and his sardonic personality.
He especially loves to hear you say his name when it's veiled behind a layer of lust as he pleasures you. The way you scream his name as you explode in ecstasy; it told him he was damn good at taking care of you.
Grin on his face, he finished up the trinket he was working on. The latest gift for you. A little music box that played your song. The one that perfectly summarized your relationship together. Grinning wider because he knew you were going to love it and because you would be so grateful you would be eager to jump his bones.
Kid found you on the main deck tending to ship duties. He snuck up behind you and threw his arm over your chest, leaning his head down on your shoulder to kiss your neck.
"You busy?"
Laughing, "not anymore. What's up?"
Grinning and giving your shoulder a quick nip, he straightens up and tugs your arm, leading you to your shared cabin. Once inside and the door inconspicuously locked, he holds up the music box.
"Made ya somethin'," he smiled, eyes bright with excitement.
"Kid! Thank you it's beautiful!" you cry, taking the box and admiring the craftsmanship and engravings. The rotund shape was designed to look like a world map with a clear distinction of the red line. You giggle and chatter in awe. The praise lifting him up and inflating his already massive ego.
"Open it," he encouraged.
Your gasp sent lightning down his spine and to his dick. The inside has a metal ship, a mini Victoria Punk, in the center. The inside made to look like the ocean. Little metal waves lined up the bottom and surrounded the vessel.
Reaching thick fingers out, he twisted the lever in the back til it was wound up. "Put it on the table and enjoy the show."
The song begins to flow out, your eyes fly open as you set the music box down. Realization that it's your song hits you, your hands covering your mouth as you watch the waves begin to sway and the ship sail in a circular circuit.
"Kiiiiid!" you squeal out. This was by far the most romantic gift he's ever given you.
"Yyyyy/Nnnnn" he pressed up behind you, caging you between his body and the table.
"I love it so much, it's my most prized treasure! Kid, I'm gonna suck you dry."
That alone made him hard as steel. Pressing his boner into your ass, he growled in your ear.
"Then do something about it."
You grind your ass to him, giving yourself room to turn and drop to your knees; your hands cupping and tracing his length over his pants. You quickly undo his belts and zipper, his massive bulge hidden behind tight briefs. The faint trail of ginger hairs from under his briefs ran up to his lower abs, it tickles your forehead as you kiss his clothed cock, making him throb.
Kid grabs your head in a tight grip, he doesn't love the teasing.
Removing his briefs, you lick and suck his aching cock, humming at his salty precum as your mouth envelopes him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you expertly swallow him as much as you're able; bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock, pausing to swirl your tongue on his tip causing him to moan out your name.
You hollow out your cheeks and slurp on his cock in a lewd manner, and he loves you all the more for it. The way you enthusiastically take him in, going past your limits and being so vocally proud of it too. It made his stomach tighten.
"Fu-fuck you're gonna break your own record," he panted.
"Only my best efforts for you Captain Kid."
He's done for.
Hips bucking as he cums, he holds your head steady with a firm grip as he ejaculates down your throat; rutting into your mouth and letting out a groan as he rode it out. His grip slacks and you begin to pull off, making sure you clean him up with torturous swirls of your tongue on his sensitive member.
He pushes you down, leaving open mouthed kisses over your body while stroking your sex. Your body convulses from his touches, leaning into his mouth as his mechanical arm holds your thighs spread. He sets a pace that quickly builds you up, ripping moans from your swollen lips. He keeps you steady until you whimper.
"Kiiid," you squirm under him.
"Yes Y/N?"
"Pleeeaseee let me cum!"
"Oh you like this? You want me to bring you over the edge?"
"Yes Kid!" He quickens his pace but doesn't do more to get you off. "Please Kid!" He quickens his pace again, just shying off enough before you peak.
"Kiiiiiiid! Please, what do you want me to do?!"
"I'll get you off, if you pray to me," he groans.
Your eyes roll to the heavens and you begin to serenade him with his favorite sounds.
Warnings: Eustass Kid X Female Reader, consent is implied, dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism because its outside sex but no one actually witnesses it, vaginal penetration, etc etc.
Minor Do Not Interact
"Oi, Y/N. Where are you going?" the brash voice of your Captain stopped you in your tracks.
"Explore a little since we're still here. Is that not ok?" the carefree smile on your face creased with worry.
You had been growing closer with Eustass Kid day by day since you had joined the crew. In retrospect it wasn't that long ago he found you on your island and invited you to join him on his adventures. You did what you could to stay on his good side, and every opportunity you spent with him seemed to drag slowly as you learned more about each other; you wouldn't have it any other way.
He lit up every corner of your mind even when he wasn't in your presence. Infiltrating every region of your brain with his sexy, brooding demeanor. That only seemed to perk up when you kept him company. At least, you hoped that's what you saw and felt, and not something you imagined.
"How many times do I gotta tell ya - don't leave the ship without telling one of the higher ups! Don't wanna lose you, dummy."
"Well there's nobody else here so I thought it was no big deal!" you stuck your tongue out at him, "I'll try to remember next time."
Kid's face broke out with an amused look, "If you fall down into some ancient, underground dwelling and no one hears you, what then? Or if you come across a carnivorous plant that tries to eat you, you think you'd regret not telling someone you'd left the ship?"
"Oh my gods stop with your whataboutisms, I get it, I'm sorry! If you're so worried about me, come along then," you resumed your walk to the gangplank.
"Let's go on a side quest," you beamed up at him. Hoping your smile would win him over so you could greedily hog his attention.
Not that he was never not willing to give it to you. He seemed to enjoy making you beg for it lately, so you were trying a new approach that didn't feel quite so...pathetic for your own sake.
Kid studied you with a piercing gaze, the grin on his face never leaving. Only growing wider.
"Just us hmm? Sure, I guess I can spare the newest, and weakest, member some one-on-one time so they can feel safe. It's a big, scary world out there."
"Byyyeeeeee," you waved as you descended the ship, leaving him with a gaping mouth.
"Hey wait up!"
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The weather was just right, not blazing hot and just enough cover from the foliage to create an intimate atmosphere. You could talk to him about anything and everything it felt like.
Coming up on a small field of flowers, the sudden burst of color made you hover over them in appreciation. Kid was standing behind as you smelled them. Admiring the way your curves and body rounded you out so perfectly that it made his eyes glaze over.
You let out a sneeze, straightened your posture and continued your walk. Kid watched you silently before moving, falling in step with you before you ever noticed he was gone. Soon you met a fork in the path.
“Which way?” you asked him.
“I dunno,” he smirked. Pulling a handful of flowers from behind his back, he handed them to you, not looking at you but at the two routes. “Pull the petals or something.”
Stunned, you took them, “Oh! But these are so pretty, I don’t think I can.”
With a snort, he plucked a stem from your fingers and began, “Left, right, left, right…”
You fidgeted as you waited, a sudden warmth taking over you, making you clench the stems in your hand hard enough to make them wilt.
“Left, right, aaaaaand left,” he shook the remains of the pollen in the air as he tossed the last petal. With a cool touch of his metal hand on your hip, he gently pushed you on, “C’mon, the flower decided.”
A blush touched your cheeks as you wordlessly let him lead. Kid’s touch lingered for a few yards before he let go, suddenly walking ahead a little faster.
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah, just scouting for a place to rest.”
You picked up your pace, yet you were no match against his long strides. He almost escaped your sight as he halted and let out a sigh of relief.
“This is a good spot. Hang out here, I need to take a leak.”
Without waiting for you, he jogged between the trees.
Perplexed, you reached a natural spring and some large, flat rocks stacked upon each other towering over the stream. You chose that spot to wait, enjoying the babble of water and low trill of insects in the breeze. Checking your watch every few minutes, you soon became impatient and rocked subtly against the stone, subconsciously seeking relief for a wispy ache.
After 15 minutes, you decided to look for your Captain. Maybe one of his wild warnings came true and he was impaled in a hole somewhere. Or he got lost. Neither option made you feel good. Thinking of his hulking, muscular body dirty and bloody, you bit your lip, gnawing on the idea of nursing him back to health in the wilderness all by yourself.
You heard frustrated curses and followed them to the source.
Eustass Kid, slamming through tree barks. The wood splintered from the impact, his mechanical arm not bothered by the strike moved on to the next tree. Grabbing the trunk with both arms—
--and rutting manically against it.
“Fuck fuck fuck!!! Go away!!!!” he bent his head down and seemingly screamed at himself.
“C-captain?” you stood a few feet from him, unsure if you should have called his attention or quietly run away while you had the chance. He seemed pissed.
Kid’s scowl should have sent your soul to the grave with how fierce it was, but the only thing you felt was your blood boiling and the ache in your body growing severely. You couldn’t help the way your body naturally shifted, thighs tightening and rubbing faintly.
He saw. His golden amber eyes never missed anything.
“Y/N,” his gravelly voice was lower than normal. Slowly, he stood to his full height and turned to you. A raging boner straining against his pants. “I-I think I’m having an allergic reaction or some shit,” he tried to explain.
Your eyes went from his face to his erection, to the flowers still in your hand. Cautiously you walked up to him, closing the distance he could feel your body heat despite not really being in contact with you. You dropped all but one to the ground, cradling the bulb in your palm as you put it in front of your faces.
And crushed it.
Puffs of pollen escaped between your fingers. Your body felt like it was a slow burning candle, and the fire was not where you yearned it to be. Kid’s pupils dilated they hardly left slivers of the color you love so much.
Your bodies crashed into each other with needy, hungry fervor. Kid’s lips devoured yours, metal hand clutching your body and pinning you to a nearby tree. You wrapped your hand around his covered cock and he let out a deep groan. He thrusted into your hand, hard enough that his body trapped yours against the tree, bucking with reckless abandon. It wasn’t long before you abandoned your grip and pulled yourself up and wrapped your legs around his waist.
He eagerly accepted the change of pace, using his flesh hand to grab at your ass to stabilize his grinding directly between your legs. A lovely melody spilled from your lips as he kept up his ministrations, unwilling to let go now after hearing the beautiful sounds you made for him. When he wasn’t even inside you yet.
It was for that reason he took his time walking back to the spring while groping and making out with you. Slamming you against every other tree so he could pleasure you both, drawing out the anticipation with agonizing edging and teasing.
“K-Ki—” you couldn’t speak, desperation robbing your brain cells as tears streamed from your eyes. “Please!”
“I’ll take care of you,” he bit your lower lip. Quick to shed both your clothes, he laid you against the smooth rock, caressing your shoulder and hip as you felt his hardened length pressing against your core.
You let out a needy whimper, Kid kissed you as he pushed in. Feeling your mewling cries against his lips, his tongue slipped into your mouth and freed your voice.
It rose higher and higher with each thrust of his cock. His own wanton moans joining yours in chorus as you climbed your peaks together.
“Fuuuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, panting heavily over you. “U-under different c-circ—”
You hushed him with a scrape of your nails against his back, “Me-me too! Don’t stop, don’t—”
Kid shifted and grabbed your legs to sit higher on his hips, slamming into you deeply. The edges of your being felt hazy as your core tightened. Your walls fluttered around him as he rolled his hips, your moans coming out near breathless as your orgasm washed over you.
You clamped on his cock with a strangled shriek, head hitting the stone and nails digging into his arms as you came. A veil of white flooded your vision as you rode the wave, feeling your body moving with his in synchrony. Sweet moans spilled from your lips with every slap of his balls against your sopping cheeks.
Kid’s hips stuttered, letting out a choked cry as his hips pistoned faster. You felt his cock twitch before it left your gummy walls. He jerked his hand on his cock and when that wasn’t enough he pressed his length against your quivering lips, tip of the head nestled over your clit, and rut his hips until he came.
You could feel the hot spurts land on your belly, smearing and spreading between your bodies as he kept going. Pushing you both to the point of overstimulation.
“I can’t I can’t fuck I don’t want to stop!!” he roared, burrowing his fingers deep into your skin to leave bruises.
You answered with your own grinding, hungry for so much more. With each slide of his cock, your stomach coiled, wounding tightly quickly.
When you came, it was pain, pleasure, euphoria, hysteria, and tingling numbness all at once as your body tensed and pulsed. You felt the wave crest and then wetness on you. Then hotter, heavier droplets as Kid followed you with his own bliss.
A pool of fluids mixed between your bodies as you stayed locked in position, both of you catching your breaths, hearts beating wildly against each other.
“I meant it,” he finally muttered. Raising his head to look at you, rubbing his fingers on your jaw, “I did and still do. Meant to wine and dine you first.”
You smiled tenderly, half-lidded eyes drinking him in, “You still can. I’ve been wanting that very much.”
“Yeah?” he leaned to kiss your cheek, his slight movements triggered his arousal as he swelled against you. “What else have you been wanting from me?”
“A few things,” you let out a shy giggle, “Want to try some of them out while we’re here?”
Kid grinned widely, “You can have me for as long as you’d like.”
Unbeknownst to either of you, the aphrodisiacal effects of the flowers you inhaled will last for several, several hours.
@kiyoahdiy requested: Hihihi! A message from your big fan! I read your comment, and I have a request for you. So... I was thinking of a reader who ate a mysterious fruit without knowing it was the Devil Fruit that cause people obsessively drawn to her when seeing her face, But I admit that the reader is also deaf! :) And she can use the mask to prevent people from being affected by her Devil Fruit. You can choose any crew to write this story; such as Strawhat, whitebeard, heart pirates and others.
-> Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of war, mention of body horror
-> Word Count: ~2.3k words
-> jokes on you I decided to write for CAVENDISH'S CREW HAHAHAH!!! There's too little content for them, so I decided why not? I love Cavendish a bit too much, and Suleiman too. Honestly, writing this, I've come to appreciate Suleiman more. Anyways, I have no idea why this took so long to write- too many versions I didn't like- but! Here we are! I hope you enjoy! Also, if there are any inconsistencies/incorrect portrayals- from anything offensive to 'that's now how the disability is', please let me know.
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Cavendish is first to visit.
Every day, without fail, he is first to greet you.
As early as the ship’s cook starts to prepare breakfast, he opens your door. Not in a gentle way, never in a gentle way. It’s done with the force of a drunkard coming home late, but the flair of a lead theatre performer making their entrance.
“My love!” His voice booms. “Good morning!”
You do not react.
Sitting on the windowsill, gazing out at the rising sun, you do not so much as even shift. Like he doesn’t exist.
The usual, for mornings. Or whenever he comes in.
He does not let this hinder him. In fact, he moves further into your room, only stopping when he can feel the heat radiating off of you; shy of brushing against you.
Slowly, he leans down, and whispers, “Dear?” his breath hitting your skin.
This time, as expected, you react. Jolting in your seat, eye markings of your mask making contact with Cavendish’s blue eyes.
“Did I startle you?” He asks, tone not unlike an owner to their puppy.
One second passes. Then two. Then three.
Upon realizing you will give no answer, Cavendish continues. “I am sorry, I was… too eager to have your attention on me, but, in order to do so, I have acted in haste.” He tries to look away in shame, but the captain finds himself unable to pull his eyes off that mask of yours.
Abhorrent thing.
A snake’s fangs sink into a mouse’s flesh.
His smile strains.
“I do hope…” a deep breath, as he reaches into his pocket; kneeling as he raises a box, ornate and small. Perfect for holding a ring. “This makes up for it.”
You tilt your head downwards, a small movement that’s caught too easily; bring your hands up, palms the tiniest bit sweaty; brush your fingers against the case, they’re shaking, why are you scared; and you take the case from Cavendish.
Will you open it?
Your thumbs rest on the top of the container.
Finally?
Nails slightly dig into the wood.
Will this be the gift you look at?
A hand takes and you touch your chin, extending your arm out a bit before putting the offering to the side.
Just like the rest of them.
Something stirs in his chest, consumes his heart.
He looks to a corner of your room; there, gifts of all shapes and sizes, crammed into that space. The collection is getting bigger, the pile spreading like mold.
Like rot.
Cavendish hides his disappointment with a patient smile on his face.
“Well, my dear, if you need anything, I am just a call away.” He steps away and bows; a smooth movement. Fit for a marriage, fit for an heir, fit for a prince.
Fit for you.
He cannot afford to look anything less than his best, in front of you.
His crew, though, sees it.
Boots stomping against wood.
Pale fists clenched on themselves.
Watching Cavendish storm out the forecastle, Suleiman can’t help but be worried about him.
Well, to be more specific, ever since Suleiman joined the Beautiful Pirates, he’s been worried.
Day by day, a man consistently agitated… far from the captain I met that day. And a maiden who I’ve only seen at dinner, unresponsive to any attempt at conversation, almost lifeless. A captive to the captain, or a coquette?
It’s only been two weeks, and yet, the man can clearly see the effect this woman has on Cavendish.
A concerning one.
“Captain,” Suleiman calls.
Blue eyes- striking, almost like daggers- flit up. Sun-colored eyelashes, filtering the intensity, are the only thing preventing the war veteran from looking away. “What is it?” The captain questions.
“We need to talk about a crewmate. The, ah…” What’s her name? “The one with the mask.”
Cavendish hums. “What about her?” There is an edge at his voice, one so fine it is as if his Durandal were pointed right at Suleiman’s throat.
I have to be careful… lest I will reap a catastrophic harvest.
“I am… curious-” concerned. “-about her.”
“Oh?” The rapier is sheathed. A smile graces the wielder’s face- so easy, and soft on the eyes, the exiled one does not see the feared pirate Cavendish is, but rather, the prince everybody throws themselves at. “Has she enchanted you, too?”
Has she what?
“I find myself… drawn to her, in a way.” Not exactly a lie. “It makes me want to learn more of that crewmate.”
The smile grows wider. “Of course, my dear friend! It’s only natural for somebody to try and grasp the concept of Her.”
Suleiman does not like the way his captain says that last word. It’s a little too excited, a little too… reverent. It makes The Beheader’s skin crawl.
“Ask away, dear friend, for I know everything there is to know about our dear goddess.” The prince chuckles- no, giggles.
What an… uncanny sound, coming from him.
The new recruit clears his throat. Best to start at the beginning. “How did you meet her?”
“Oh!” The man beams. Bright as the sun, so… pure, it hurts. “Well, you see-”
Hands around your legs, cold against your skin, painful against flesh.
They drag you on the floor, concrete sliding against your head, skin peeling off.
You can’t see. Your vision is blocked by something… soft. Something that’s not cool, and light; something that’s not your mask.
The absence tightens your throat.
The very thing that has caused stalking cases, murders, wars, has been revealed once more.
But how?
To take your mask off- it can’t be caused by a simple accident. There’s a series of buckles, a hard punch or an awful slip can’t simply make it come off. No, it has to be removed deliberately.
So that only means somebody saw your face. Somebody saw it, and they want to see it again, and they took your mask off.
Desperately, you try to think back on the past few days.
How could anyone have seen it? What did I do? I only took it off in my own home, and even then, my blinds were closed. What happened? What did I do wrong-?
Your reflection is cut short by an abrupt stop to your movement. The hands on you tighten, before your legs are set to the floor. Vibrations from the ground make themself known- no doubt, this kidnapper is coming over. Their body heat gets more prominent until it’s near your face, suffocating you.
Fuck- stop thinking- how do I even get out of this?!
You try to move your hands; you can’t. You try to move your legs; you can’t.
You’re bound.
The bottom of your blindfold lifts, and you come face to face with your abductor.
Blue eyes meet your vision. Blonde hair tickles your face. A gaze, adoration bordering on obsession, is fixed on you.
Your breath hitches.
Cavendish?!
In front of you, waves a hand. Pale and skinny, yet also calloused.
Your gaze lifts from your plate to the woman that brought you back to reality.
Her eyebrows are ever-so-slightly pinched, lips just barely drawn downwards. The sea of her eyes are filled with worry, but at the bottom, at the sandy floor, a beast is swimming. Waiting.
Lurking.
Goosebumps rise on your arms.
The woman opens her mouth, moving it in such a way that tells you she’s speaking. If her expression says anything, she’s really asking a question.
You can’t hear her, but she doesn’t know that.
Nobody here does.
Your intestines start to squirm.
She- what’s her name again? You don’t know, you never learned, never had the opportunity- leans closer. Her hand comes closer; slow, hesitant, yearning.
Like everybody else.
Your stomach clogs your throat.
The room has stilled. Everyone is looking at you. Holding their breath, for you.
These people expect you to answer, expect you to speak. They expect you to do the things you can’t. They expect you to do it because they don’t know.
Your liver is in your mouth.
They don’t know.
Your kidneys threaten to spill out.
They don’t know, and no matter how many times I try to tell them, they won’t understand.
All of your organs thrash in your body, begging for release from the cage they are in. They want to come out, they want to be free, they want to make your rage known.
They refuse to understand.
Nails skim against the back of your hand. Such a… gentle motion, so nice and lovely and caring-
You slap the woman’s hand away.
The room sucks in a breath.
For a moment, you can take a look at the monster within the crewmate’s eyes.
It’s one of reverence.
You storm out of the dining room.
Reverence!
The thought forms a shuddering against your throat- you’re laughing?
These people revere me!
A dampness runs down your face.
Of course- of course they do. Of course they fucking do!
Hands press against your mask, making sure it’s still fixed to your face. A habit, really. One that comforted you.
Pointless to do, now.
Storming out the dining room to avoid the looks of everybody?
Utterly pointless.
Running around the ship like you’re a headless chicken?!
All of it is pointless! There’s no benefit to any of it- it won’t help you. No matter how many times you run, they’ll find you, they’ll keep you here! With them!
Forever!
You’re stuck here!
…you’re stuck here.
Nails dig into porcelain.
You’re stuck… here.
Fuck!
Suddenly, fingers snap belt buckles off, and the mask is in your hands.
Such a… plain thing it is; pure white, with only eye holes to see through them. Not a decorative statement, but rather, a means to an end.
But what end does it have now?
The stars witness as you chuck it into the ocean, twinkling in conversation when you scream into the night sky.
They also catch sight of Suleiman coming later, combat boots clicking against wooden planks.
It’s… rather easy to sneak up on you- easier than the new recruit would like.
Hunched shoulders, clenched fists, shaky legs…
Even a fool could tell that you’re not okay.
When only a few steps away, he debates whether or not to get your attention.
He decides so.
Nails graze against your shirt, and you jump. Your head turns to the side, just a bit, before returning to its original position. It’s then he notices the missing belt buckles.
What does your face look like?
The question appears as fast as it disappears.
“At ease,” he rumbles, “I’m just checking up on you.”
You don’t respond, opting to shuffle away, hiding your face in your hands.
“I’m not going to bring you back, don’t worry.” The man moves to stand next to you, looking out at the sea.
…no clouds.
Tonight, the pale maiden shines in all her brilliance, everybody able to partake in her beauty- especially her wife, who drinks up all the light it can. In reaction to her beloved’s glow, it’s more active than usual, swaying the Sleeping White Horse of the Forest in a calming lull; a baby, rocked by its mother. It’d be a peaceful night, if not for the fact Suleiman can’t see anything.
The man sighs, “You caused a scene, running out like that. Got everyone worried."
Out of the corner of his eye; he sees your shoulders dropping, figure leaning against the railing.
“Cavendish- ah, Captain- wanted to go look for you. I offered in his place.” He continues, “However- apologies if I’m reading wrong- but you seemed like you needed space from everybody. I would have suggested for you to be left to your own devices, but everyone seemed too… worried, that you would throw yourself overboard. So, I simply decided I shall go. Hopefully–” He looks around himself. “Do not take offense, but perhaps my unfamiliarity with you could make you less tense.”
Suleiman pauses.
“Apologies. I was rambling too much.”
He looks back at your covered face. The crazed ranting of Cavendish comes back to him.
“Her face was so beautiful, I just couldn’t resist! I had to keep her with me! Oh, if only you could get blessed, Suleiman! If you saw, you’d understand!”
Do you… enjoy being here?
He can guess the answer.
“Well.” The exile pushes himself off the railing. “I must get sleep. Careful not to push yourself too much.” He reaches out to pat your shoulder, before stopping at the last second. “Sleep well, ah…” what’s your name? “Comrade.”
A second passes, a second of silence, a second of nothing, before he makes way back to the door, boots echoing across the air. As he walks, the boards underneath him creak- the ship’s due for a checkup. Fingers wrap around the handle, and just as he’s about to open it, he remembers something.
“Actually, do you need help getting back to your…” His one eye meets your own two.
…oh.
What a gorgeous pair of eyes you have, drawing him to them like the promise of return to his home country; it takes all his willpower to resist the fine-sealed envelope, to gaze at the contents of the letter inside.
You wear a mask for a reason. He must respect your privacy.
“Nevermind. Have a nice night, comrade.”
Painfully, much too painfully, he forces himself back into the forecastle, he forces himself to throw the letter into the trash. It’s an arduous task- his feet are as heavy as guilt, his hands are as tight as sin.
Splendid.
Suleiman closes the door. He ignores the tightening of his chest, the heating of his face, the curling of his gut.
Don’t think about it.
He tries to push the image to the back of his head, but it’s too late.
Don’t think about it.
It’s already been burned into his eye.
Don’t think about it.
It will be all he thinks about.
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Warnings: Nsfw | Dub/Con | Canon-Typical Violence | Power Imbalance
Summary: Eustass “Captain” Kid kidnaps a pirate doctor from another crew to fix a medical problem. Little do they both know that not everything can be fixed and maybe some things don’t need fixing. Set Pre-Timeskip.
Teaser: “I don’t want you to hold back, Eustass Kid,” you breathed, your lips ghosting over his.
Chapter 8 - No holding back
You closed the door behind you, still hearing how Kid maneuvered the bodies out of the door while cursing and bellowing orders to his men. You sat in the tub, not bothering to undress except for your shoes, and turned the water on. You leaned back and let the hot water embrace you. It was immediately tainted with stains of red as the blood was washed away from you. You watched it creating little red circles on the surface, hovering, whirling around and fading into the water at last, coloring it in a deep shade of pink. You rubbed the water over your face, wincing when you touched your bruised skin.
You heard distant screams. The kind of screams that you sometimes heard in your nightmares. You were torn between feelings of horror and feeling a strange sense of justice. Eustass “Captain” Kid was a monster. That shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. But you found yourself wondering what your crew would think of you after they’d seen you fight today. Would they also regard you as a monster if they’d seen you crashing down, stabbing a lifeless body while screaming your lungs out? Nikolai knew about your past, at least the rough picture, and had never judged you for it. In fact, he was the one that could always calm you down, keeping that side of you in check.
In the end, who was to decide who the monsters were, and by what means? By the willingness to kill, the level of cruelty or the enjoyment of the act? Did Kid enjoy torturing and killing people? You didn’t know and your head began to throb again. Maybe you had to stop thinking so hard.
Finally, the tub was filled enough that you could let yourself sink under the surface, blurring all the noise out. You opened your eyes, staring at the water surface from below, feeling somewhat at peace. You stayed there, floating, letting your thoughts wash away, until you ran out of air. Splashing around, you leaned back, closing your eyes. After a while, the screams had faded. It was all over.
A knock on the door startled you.
“Doc?”
“In here,” you called.
The door flew open and Eustass Kid walked in, bare chested and panting, a bottle in his right hand. He was covered in blood. The red liquid was dripping down his face, his hands, his chest. You couldn’t help but flinch slightly at his sight. He looked more like a beast than a man at this moment.
Kid scoffed, taking in your expression, before deciding for a dark grin. “Seen a ghost?”
“Did you send your message?”
“Loud and clear.” He handed you the bottle. “Time for celebratin’.”
You didn’t know if that was the right term for the situation. Nevertheless, you took the bottle, noticing that the seal had already been broken. You took a long sip and almost choked upon the harsh taste. “What’s that?” you coughed.
“Finest moonshine on the Grand Line,” Kid smirked, seemingly satisfied by your struggle to keep a straight face. “My favorite kinda poison.”
Your nose crinkled when you stared down at the bottle. “Nothing poisonous about it except the alcohol. Pity.”
Kid’s eyes narrowed, gaze lingering on you for a moment before shaking his head. “Freak.” He stepped inside the tub without asking and hissed. “You takin’ a bath or cookin’ yerself?”
You gave him a small grin. Who would have thought Captain Kid couldn’t handle a hot bath? “I like it that way.” You took another sip of the moonshine. It burned in your throat and you felt a comforting warmth spreading over your face and inside your chest. “It’s good,” you said with a strained voice, drinking again before handing the bottle back to Eustass Kid, who was now sitting across from you.
“Sure, doc,” he snorted before chugging down what felt like half the bottle.
“Rough night?” you asked.
Kid let out a low laughter, before shoving the bottle back into your hands. He started to wash the blood from his face and body. Soon the water was deep red, making it look like you were bathing in pure blood.
The silence stretched out between you after you had passed the booze back and forth a few times. You fidgeted the bottle absently in between your fingers, your nails scraping over the label, tearing tiny pieces of the paper away.
“D’ya wanna drink or what?” the pirate captain asked, his crimson hair now dripping from wetness. Strands of it were falling over his forehead, giving him a different look than usual.
Pulling your gaze away, you drank some more and held the bottle out to him. It was almost empty. You felt your movements getting sloppier by the second. Drinking tonight had been probably a bad idea, but at least it numbed the pain and your racing thoughts. Kid downed the rest of the bottle, eying it warily as if he couldn’t believe that the alcohol was gone already. He dumped the bottle outside the tub. It rolled away.
You looked at him, suddenly aware that you were sitting in a bathtub with Eustass “Captain” Kid. It should have taken you aback, or at least made you laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. But you didn’t feel appalled or amused. Without all the blood, he looked less scary, you decided, cocking your head slightly without you even noticing. For some reason, you wondered what it would feel like to brush your fingers through his wet hair.
“What’s with that look again, doll?” Eustass Kid drawled, his voice rolling over you like a wave, echoing back from the walls of the room.
Or perhaps it was an echo inside your head. You tried clearing your thoughts without much success. “How did you know where to look for me?” you asked instead.
A shadow flickered over his face. “Heat saw ya crawlin’ inside, armed with a gun and a knife. He was about to go after you when I arrived. But I was almost too late, wasn’t I? Why didn’t you just shoot the motherfucker?” he asked, the angry edge back to his voice, gaze burning into yours.
“I—ran out of bullets,” you admitted. Kid continued to glare at you, so you added, “I usually only fight with daggers and knives, because I can never remember how many bullets I have left.”
Your explanation didn’t seem to help the redhead calm down in the slightest. He hit the edge of the tub with his fist. “Fuckin’ hell. Why d’ya wanna die so badly? What business had you to go after that scumbag in the first place? Why not let my men handle it?”
You didn’t like the direction in which the conversation was heading. The deeper he dug, the more questions it would raise. Questions you didn’t have answers to. “There was no time, I saw him getting inside, knowing he would find Killer unconscious and—”
Kid cut you off with a snort, but there was no humor in it. “So yer tellin’ me that you wanted to save Killer so badly, you decided to risk yer own damn neck? Could have fooled me.”
His words somehow stung more than they should have, shooting arrows of hot rage through you. “You know what, screw you, you don’t have to believe shit, I don’t give a damn,” you shot back angrily, the water splashing around you. “I’m a pirate, but I’m also a doctor, and I can’t just sit back on my ass and look the other way when a patient of mine is in danger and it is up to me to save him. I couldn’t live with myself if I’d just let him die.” You were almost shouting the last words.
Eustass Kid looked you in the eyes, his gaze hard, lips tight, as if he was barely containing himself. “Even if it meant sacrificin’ yer little escape plan?”
Your breath hitched in your throat and despite the hot water, you suddenly felt like you had swallowed an icecube. He knew.
“Wanna deny it?” he drawled, stretching the syllables of the words longer than necessary. He was angry, but he was definitely drunk too. That probably wasn’t a good combination.
You shook your head, holding his gaze. “No.”
Your answer seemed to ignite his anger even more. “Why run? Thought you shoulda know by now that it’s a fuckin’ stupid idea.” Before you could answer, he raised his hand and added, “Why now? Why choose the worst fuckin’ time during a fuckin’ fight?” His voice grew louder with every word, his face a mask of rage.
The words flew out of you before you could stop it. “I just needed to get away from you.”
“I see,” Kid scoffed, his jaw tightening.
“I don’t think you do,” you said quietly.
“I know ye think I’m dense, doc, but you’ve made yer opinion pretty damn clear. Thing is, everythin’ ye think of me is true. I’m a monster. So whaddaya think ‘s gonna happen now?” His gaze bore into you so intensely that you thought it might pierce right through you, pin you down, shatter you into tiny pieces.
“If you knew all this already, why am I even still breathing?” you asked, surprised by how calm your voice sounded. Maybe the booze had made you brave or it had been the near-death experience. Who was to tell?
The red-haired pirate didn’t answer, grinding his teeth, his gaze flickering over you. A silent curse escaped him before he tore his gaze away.
Perhaps he was going to strangle you after all. But for some reason, you didn’t think he was going to. You got on your knees and crawled awkwardly through the water in his direction, not knowing what you were trying to prove, your thoughts a whirling mess. “Maybe the answer to that question is the same reason I wanted to leave your ship and the reason I ultimately couldn’t,” you said quietly, coming to a halt between his outstretched legs, right in front of his chest. “Because I really tried leaving, you know. I thought about it ever since setting foot on your damned deck.” Without thinking, you punched your fist against his chest. “I really tried.” Hot, angry tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes. “Why won’t you let me leave?” Your fists kept meeting his chest, you panted, feeling at the brink of a meltdown, surprised by the intensity of your own outburst. Maybe you had a concussion.
Kid suddenly grabbed your wrists, restraining you without any effort. His expression was grim, but there was something else lurking beneath it. Something raw, fighting against the chains that kept it in place. “What is it ya want?” he rasped.
The vibrations of his voice brushed over you, making you shiver, erasing what little sanity was left inside your brain. You shook your head. “No more talking,” you whispered. You leaned forward, into the burning glare of his amber eyes, until your breathing mingled. The smell of booze washed over your face in hot waves, causing you to gulp and lick your lips.
Eustass Kid tightened his grip around your wrists, keeping your lips inches from touching. “You think I’m gonna talk ya down, tell ya yer not thinkin’ straight? I’m not that guy,” he sneered.
“I know,” you replied, hovering closer, the tip of your nose brushing over his. You could feel his jaw clenching.
“I don’t care that you’re clearly out of it right now. I’m gonna take full advantage of that little body of yers,” Kid spat angrily. His words were rough, a warning beneath them, but his hands were clearly pulling you closer.
“That a promise? Maybe I’m the one taking advantage of you,” you mused, faintly wondering why it seemed like the pirate was hesitating. Was he actually trying to be considerate or had he been all talk after all?
Kid scoffed. “Yeah, right. That’s cute. You couldna if ya wanted to.” When you didn’t reply, he pressed, “Fuck it, I’m already past my breakin’ point and I won’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back, Eustass Kid,” you breathed, your lips ghosting over his, getting the faintest taste of him. Satisfied, you noticed how he parted his lips slightly, allowing a small breath to escape between them.
Rough hands pulled you onto his lap and into his chest. Until this day, you hadn’t known that desperation had a taste. But when your lips finally met, it was as if every emotion you had held in the past few days was flowing out of you, mixing in between you and multiplying there. You winced when Kid bit your bruised lip, but you simultaneously leaned closer into the kiss, like you couldn’t get enough. You tasted iron. His tongue forced its way inside your mouth, conquering you without giving you the chance to adapt to his tempo.
The red-haired pirate released your wrists, his hands instead roaming over your back until they reached your butt, squeezing down hard. You took the chance to brush your fingers over his neck and through his hair, pulling yourself up on the crimson strands to deepen the kiss, causing Kid to groan in your mouth. Something trickled down your chin. The wound on your lip must have reopened. You didn’t know if he tasted it too, but at this moment Eustass Kid sucked on your lower lip as if he wanted to drain you. You mewled into the kiss, the sound muffled between you, tearing at his hair so hard that it was a miracle you didn’t rip it out.
Kid broke the kiss, but not before licking over your chin. You saw blood on the tip of his tongue. He roughly pushed you backwards, causing you to arch your back, one hand steadying you.
“Why are ya even still clothed,” he murmured, taking in your figure, before tearing the last remaining pieces of your blouse apart.
You briefly considered pointing out that he also still wore his pants, but his hands kneading your breasts through your wet bra erased all thoughts. He didn’t bother unhooking it and just pulled it down, forcing your sensitive flesh to be lifted up through the crumpled bra beneath. A sting on your left breast made you gasp, Kid had slapped you with his palm, watching your tit jiggle from the impact before darting forward, capturing your nipple with his hot mouth.
You hissed as he bit down, hard enough to leave a mark, but simultaneously soothing over it with his tongue. Your fingernails dug in his shoulder, clawing into his skin to steady yourself, but also to hurt him. It was a strange feeling, like you wanted to make him wince in pain but also like you wanted to crawl under his skin to be closer to him. Because no touch seemed to be enough to satisfy the burning sensation jolting through your body. You felt his hard length under you, causing you to moan as you grinded yourself against it, imagining it inside you already.
Kid temporarily released your nipple with a muffled groan, so you used the chance to lean forward, kissing down the side of his neck, biting and sucking on every inch of skin you could reach. You jolted forward when the pirate’s big hand met your ass, a needy gasp spilling over your lips.
“Is that all you got?” you murmured into his ear while sinking your teeth in his earlobe.
“Still can’t shut up, huh?” Eustass Kid breathed before yanking your body against his again, stepping outside the tub with you.
Your back hit the wall hard, pressing the air out of your lungs while Kid’s hands squeezed around your ass. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips. Before you could catch your breath, his lips came crashing down on yours once more, tongue roaming inside your mouth like he wanted to taste every inch of it. You bit down so hard on his lips that he fell back with a curse.
“I thought you didn’t want to hold back,” you panted.
The redhead growled, one hand gripping your jaw. “That fuckin’ smart mouth is gonna be the end of ya.”
You whined as his fingers tensed around your bruised skin, but you could simultaneously feel him twitch under you at your pained noise. “There he is. I know this is what gets you going,” you taunted.
With a curse, he let you slide down, only to whirl you around and press you face first into the wall. It was only the left side of your face pressing against the wood, but it still hurt enough to make you wince again. Kid roughly pulled your pants and underwear down, forcing you to spread your legs with his knee.
“Tell me, doll, does it feel easier bein’ manhandled by me so ya can keep tellin’ yerself you don’t really want this?” the red-haired captain sneered, mouth at your ear. He pinned your wrists above your head, causing you to let out a muffled scream when your right arm was protesting. “Are you embarrassed by how much ya want to be fucked by me, despite me bein’ a monster? Or are you just a sick little freak who gets off on this shit but doesn’t wanna admit it?” he asked, while his other hand found its way between your legs.
Fuck. You whimpered, trying to shake your head, your brain fuzzy, hot waves of lust pulsing through your whole body.
“No?” He panted while spreading your folds, his fingers instantly coated in your arousal. “Then how come yer fuckin’ soaked already?” He suddenly pinched your clit between his fingers, making you cry out, before pulling back his hand and inhaling your scent. You heard him popping one of his fingers into his mouth, murmuring something you couldn’t understand. Before you knew it, he pressed his slick fingers against your lips. “Open up, ye little bitch, taste yourself.”
You parted your lips only slightly but that was enough for Eustass Kid to forcefully shove four of his fingers in your mouth. You gagged, trying to pull back but it was no use.
“What’s the matter, that too much for ya already?” he asked, his voice thick with dark amusement.
He started moving his fingers back and forth, causing drool to drip down your chin. You tasted your own arousal on your tongue, felt his rough fingers in your mouth, finding it harder to breathe. And you couldn’t help but moan. You started sucking on Kid’s fingers, circling your tongue around them. He could tease you all he wanted, but you’d bet every Berry that he was just as desperate to finally bury his cock inside you.
Eustass Kid pulled his hand back, smearing more drool on your cheek in the process. “I know whatcha tryin’, it won’t work,” he said, his voice a low rumble, although his boner grinding into your backside contradicted his words.
“I thought you’re not a patient man,” you drawled, barely able to utter a full sentence any more.
“Maybe I’ll make an exception for ya,” Kid rasped, his hand finding the way between your spread legs again. “Damn, yer drippin’.”
Every touch of his fingers against your sensitive center made you gasp. It was almost too much but at the same time not nearly enough. Without warning, Kid pushed two fingers inside you, spreading your walls roughly until you whined from the burning sensation. His fingers were long and thick, hitting just the right angle in this position. You panted, already feeling your orgasm approach, your pussy clenching in anticipation. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, you rocked back onto his fingers, the first waves of your climax brushing over you.
Suddenly, Kid pulled out and a pained gasp escaped your lips. Before you could breath out a curse, the palm of his hand had slapped your pussy, sending a jolt through your body.
“What are you—”
Eustass Kid spanked your throbbing cunt again and again, causing lewd squelching sounds to emerge every time his hand met your wetness. He wasn’t using much force, but the repeated impact on your sensitive folds was enough to make you wince. Soon, the initial pleasure was mixed with burning pain.
“S-top,” you panted, feeling as if your vision was narrowing, as if you were being reduced to the aching in between your legs.
“Already?” You could feel the pirate’s smirk on your neck. “No holdin’ back, remember?” he said with a slightly harsher slap, causing you to cry out. “Not when ya makin’ all these sweets sounds for me like the whore you are.”
Tears were leaking out of the corners of your eyes. Every time you thought you couldn’t possibly take another slap, Kid’s hand found your quivering pussy with deadly precision, making you whimper and twitch. Your vision went blurry, your pulse was pounding in your ears. All that remained was the burning sensation, the anticipation for the next slap, the mix of pain and pleasure that shot through you every time, building up your arousal until you wanted to scream out in frustration.
When Eustass Kid finally rested his palm against your slit, you had already turned into a sobbing mess against the wall. Your arms slumped down beside you as soon as he released his grip, leaving you steadied only by his hand between your legs.
A finger under your chin forced you to look at the red-haired pirate, your tear stained face pulling a chuckle out of him. “What, no talkin’ back for once? Could have told me all ya needed was a little spanking of yer pussy,” Kid mocked, his fingertips applying pressure to your burning folds, almost making you cry out again. He whistled. “Shit, yer leakin’. Don’t tell me ya enjoyed the show as much as I did?”
Humiliation painted your cheeks red but it was true. You could feel your juices dripping down between your thighs and for all it hurt, you knew that the burning heat didn’t stem from the pain alone. You whined, feeling dizzy, exhausted, not able to utter words anymore.
“I can’t hear ya, doll, what is it?” Kid’s breath ghosted over your face, his gaze an infuriating picture of satisfaction.
You reached back until you felt his hard length under your hand, stroking it through the wet fabric of his pants. The redhead groaned, leaning into your touch, before suddenly yanking your hand back against the wall.
“Nice try, use yer words,” he grunted
You desperately tried arching your hips towards him. “Just do it,” you whimpered. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly. Why couldn’t he just be done with it?
“Thought ya needed to get away from me,” Kid said, a sharp edge to his tone.
Why was he making this so hard? You felt more tears welling out your eyes. “Fuck you,” you whispered.
“Not until ye beg me for it, doc.”
Your feet lost contact to the ground when Eustass Kid tucked you under his arm like a piece of luggage, carrying you inside the bedroom before throwing you roughly down on the bed. The impact made your body bounce up and down. A moment later, Kid was upon you, pinning you down under his massive body. You felt skin touching skin, realizing he must have undressed. His hard girth pressed between your legs, causing you to spread them slightly.
“Jeez, yer so easy for me,” the pirate snorted. “Such a slut. I should just fuck ya into the mattress here and now, use yer body as I please until yer just a drooling mess.”
Another whimper was forced out of you upon his words. You tried grinding against him without luck. “Go on then, you won’t break me,” you breathed.
“Keep on tellin’ yerself that, doll,” Kid scoffed, his thick cock twitching against your thighs, smearing pre-cum onto your skin.
Your breath caught in your throat when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance again. The friction made you shiver, your pussy still so sensitive from the spanking. Eustass Kid wasted no time before plunging three fingers inside of you, the sudden stretch making you moan. You wanted to tell him to slow down, that it was too much. But nothing but whimpers spilled from your lips when the pirate curled his fingers inside you, hitting a sweet spot that made your head fall back into the pillow.
“Shit,” you cursed, feeling your gummy walls clenching around his fingers once again.
“Right there, huh?”
You could feel Kid smirking, taste his smugness, when he pressed his lips onto yours, inhaling your moans. His fingers stretched you so good, repeatedly hitting that spot deep inside you that made your toes curl. You felt your legs starting to tremble. You were trying to calm your body down to avoid giving away how close you were again. Just a few more seconds. Kid suddenly stopped in his movements, causing your orgasm to ebb off again. You tried wiggling your hips to create the last bit of friction against his hand that you needed, but the redhead just gave you a spank between your legs that made you wail in pain and desperation.
Kid’s amber eyes bore into yours, a self-satisfied look on his face, but his voice was cold. “You should see yerself, doll, so fuckin’ pathetic. Just beggin’ for a chance to get wrecked by me. Still want to get away?”
You licked your lips, mouth feeling completely dry. “Please,” you croaked.
“That’s all ya got?” Eustass Kid mocked, using the same words you had earlier. “That won’t do. Am I going too easy on ya?”
A single finger stroking down your slit sent your whole body trembling again. You had wanted to say something but you couldn’t remember what it had been anymore. Suddenly, Kid’s face vanished and your hands were roaming over the sheets, holding on to anything to not fall apart right there and now. A skilled tongue was licking over your swollen cunt, every stroke causing little moans to spill from your lips. You heard a slurping noise as Kid sucked on your clit with an almost painful intensity, eating you out like a man starving. When he plunged his fingers inside you again you couldn’t even tell how many he was using anymore, the pleasure of his mouth on you and his fingers inside you bleeding together like ink on a map. Your hands found his crimson hair again, pulling at it with the same intensity you felt your climax approaching.
But once again, Kid stopped right before it hit you, instead biting down hard on the inside of your thigh until you were sure he drew blood. The force with which this orgasm had been ripped from you was too much to bear. A sob echoed from your lips, your body was still twitching, your pussy pulsing around his fingers. You watched through teary eyes how he lifted his gaze, drinking in your sounds of desperation, your tears. Lipstick was smeared all over his chin, his lips shiny with your arousal. His eyes were burning with lust, but there was also something dark lurking beneath them and an expression you couldn’t quite decipher.
You shuddered, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I can’t, I— it’s too much, please.”
“Not so high and mighty anymore, huh?” Eustass Kid commented, quietly observing the tears rolling down your face. There wasn’t an ounce of mercy in his voice. “I can do this all night.” He curled his fingers that were still buried inside you, watching how you bit your lip to keep it together.
“No, I’m begging you,” you whined, voice shaky, your body screaming for release.
“What is it yer beggin’ for? Whaddaya want?” When you didn’t answer, Kid said, “Maybe I should just paint ya white and chain you to the post again, let ya think it through?”
You released a ragged breath, his words sending a chill down your spine. “No, please, I know what I want.”
“Yeah, to get away from the monster that’s givin’ ya nightmares. If you wanna leave so badly, just tell me. Tell me and I’ll drag yer ass out of here right now.”
There it was again, the bitter edge in his tone. For some reason, it made your chest ache.
You shook your head until it hurt, more tears spilling down your face. “No,” you said, your hand gripping his hair again, because it was the only part of him you could reach. “I don’t want to leave,” you whispered. “And that’s why I need to leave, why can’t you get that through your head, you fucking idiot!” You only realized that you had screamed the last words when they were ripped from your throat, echoing through the room, lingering there like hot, nasty smoke that burned in the lungs, making it hard to breathe.
Kid’s expression hardened, any hints of playfulness washed away. He pulled back his fingers, making his way to the edge of the bed.
You suddenly felt so empty it hurt more than any bruise on your body. The pirate’s arm brushed over you. You realized he was about to leave, panic rising in your chest. You darted forward, grabbing his arm with both hands, not letting go no matter how hard he tried to shake you off. “Don’t go,” you said, almost choking on the words.
Eustass Kid stilled in his movements for one moment, looking at you with an intensity that made you wince, creeping right under your skin, leaving you dizzy, aching for more. “Why not? Wanna come so badly?”
Streams of tears flowed down your face, dripping down your jaw onto your collarbones. “Because I need you, Kid” you whispered.
You hadn’t even meant to say it, hadn’t known that that would be the words spilling out of your mouth and you didn’t even know what they meant. But right in this moment, you needed him. With an intensity that scared you. You were trembling so hard that you almost couldn’t hold onto Kid’s arm anymore, your body shaking until your teeth were clattering. For a moment, the only things that kept you from drowning were your iron grip on his arm and his amber eyes that burned with a longing that made you shiver.
A tremor went through his massive figure, the strange expression back on his face. With a swift motion, you lay flat on your back again, Eustass Kid hovering over you, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. Without warning, he buried himself inside you to the hilt. You cried out upon the sudden intrusion, despite being so wet not prepared to take his full girth. Pain shot through your core, but at the same time, you felt like you emerged from the cold waves that had threatened to drown you just moments before. You wrapped your legs around Kid’s hips, your hands roaming over his massive chest up to his face. You cupped his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, tearing at his skin when he started setting a rough pace. His mouth conquered yours, swallowing your screams, his tongue parting your lips.
“More,” you moaned inside his mouth. “Need more.”
You were yanked up against Kid’s chest who was sitting back, holding you with both hands, using his grip to bounce you up and down on his cock. You leaned your forehead against his, panting heavily. Pearls of sweat were mingling between you, your breathing synchronized. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself even closer and intensifying the friction of the movement. You felt yourself getting close again, a massive wave approaching you, making you gasp and dig your nails into Kid’s back.
“Tell me again, doll,” the red-haired pirate rasped, his voice raw, pupils blown wide.
You dug your nails deeper into his skin. “I—need you,” you replied between moans.
You felt Kid trembling under your hands. He was close too. The wave of lust flooding over you upon that realization almost made you come on the spot. There was nothing that could have prepared you for that feeling. The thought that this man was falling apart beneath your touch the same way you were was almost too much to bear.
“Say my name,” he groaned while thrusting into you with even more force, his hands grabbing your hips so hard it hurt. His lips ghosted over yours, another tremor running down his spine when you leaned into the touch.
“Kid!” you moaned while the waves of your orgasm rolled over you with such force, you saw stars for a moment. You screamed his name and your pleasure into the night until your voice became horse. Kid fucked you through your orgasm, not slowing down, until you were a panting, sweaty mess, hanging limb in his arms, shuddering from the aftershocks of your climax.
“Fuck, doll.” Your back hit the mattress again. With a loud groan, Eustass Kid pulled out, shooting ropes of hot cum onto your belly. He looked so hot with sweat dripping down his body, fisting his still throbbing cock, his lips with smeared lipstick slightly parted. He dragged his massive body to lay beside you, burying his face in your neck with a grunt. For a long time, the only sound you heard was your ragged breathing and your hammering hearts. You felt like you were floating in the bathtub again, warmth spreading through your whole body.
When Kid finally lifted his head, your vital signs had somewhat returned to normal. You were silent for a bit, maybe because neither one of you knew what to say. What was there to say? He brushed a strand of sweaty hair from your face, the same strange expression in his eyes as before. You were still on your after orgasm high, not caring for anything other than the current moment. You leaned into the touch, your lips almost brushing over his, before he pulled back. You furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What, did ya expect a kiss?” the red-haired captain rasped. A smirk raised the corners of his mouth but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thought maybe we cuddle afterwards?”
You stared at him, his words a painful echo in your head. They left you feeling similar to the first night when he had slapped you. Only that this hurt more, you noticed to your own surprise. “Back to being an ass, huh?” you asked, not even trying to gloss over the rough edges in your tone.
“Never pretended otherwise, doc.”
“Yeah, I really shouldn’t be surprised,” you huffed.
Eustass Kid just shrugged, you weren’t even sure he had heard you. Without a word, he shoved something into your hand. It was the bloodstained towel that he had pressed against your arm. How long ago had that been? Almost mechanical, you cleaned his cum from your belly. Your head was starting to throb again.
“Didn’t wanna risk, ya know.” He made a vague gesture with his hand. “This was still fun though.” He patted your thigh, causing you to flinch back.
You scoffed and dropped the towel. “You know you don’t need to cum inside a woman to—forget it, of course you don’t. Doesn’t matter either way, I’m taking precautions. Still a doctor.”
“Well shit, could have told me before, doc. Maybe next time.”
You suddenly felt numb, a chill running down your spine that had nothing to do with your fainted orgasm. “There won’t be a next time,” you said quietly, your voice firm despite the sick feeling in your stomach.
Kid waved you off. “Yeah, until yer so desperate for my cock again, you’ll let me rail ya however I want. ’M gonna sleep now, ye should too. Or not, up to you. Night, doc.”
He turned his back to you, facing the door and switched off the lights with a flick of his wrist. You sat between him and the wall, tucking your knees to your chest to calm down. You closed your eyes, breathing through your nose. You had no idea what had just happened, even if you tried to grasp it, your head just started hurting again. Your whole body ached, which should come as no surprise considering the day. Images of it flickered through your mind. The marines, Killer, blood, so much blood, the bathtub, Kid. You stopped your whirling thoughts right there, feeling ready to throw up. How could you have been so stupid? You know you couldn’t blame it all on the booze. To think about all the words that had spilled over your lips made you want to hit your head against the wall. At least then you’d have a reason for acting like you’d lost your damn mind. But perhaps him showing his true colors again was a blessing in disguise. No grey areas any more, no second guessing. Just wrapping everything up and never looking back.
You crawled under the sheets that were still damp, facing the wall, closing your eyes. You had no tears left to cry and even if you had, you wouldn’t waste any more on Eustass “Captain” Kid.
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