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Straw-Hat Masterlist
Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Brook, & platonic crew
Heart-Pirate Masterlist
Law, Shachi, Penguin, & platonic crew
Kid-Pirate Masterlist
Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire, & platonic crew
Red-Hair Pirate Masterlist
Shanks, Beckman
Donquixote Masterlist
Doflamingo, Rosinante / Corazon, Caesar Clown
Cross-Guild Masterlist
Sir Crocodile, Dracule Mihawk, Buggy
Misc & Marines Masterlist
Koby, Helmeppo, Sabo, Kuzan, Bogard, Garp, Marco, Zeff, X Drake
Giants Masterlist
Katakuri, King, Loki (Elbaf)
Drabbles Masterlist
Shorter fics for light reading
Original Characters Masterlist
Content includes OC x OC, OC x Canon, and OC x Reader content within. This is with my original characters, and others' OCs with permission to create for them. All NSFW fics marked accordingly.
Multi-Character Series
Dance Series Masterlist
A series of one-shots where you, the reader, get to dance with your favourites. Written with a f!reader in mind, but can be read gn.
The Kissing Booth
A selection of kisses with you as the blindfolded recipient.
Yandere Masterlist
To love so much it makes you sick with blind devotion and intense infatuation. Sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest. You are that special person, and they will stop at nothing to make you theirs, and keep you close.
Pollen Masterlist (NSFW 18+)
Dust from the lust-plant burrows into the lungs of all that inhale it, prompting desperate and primal urges to eclipse their natural senses. All that inhale the pollen need aid in navigating through their urges, some urges stronger than others.
Dreaming of You Masterlist (NSFW 18+)
They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. NSFW, mdni, 18+
2024 Birthday Event (NSFW 18+)
A variety of kinks explored with a multitude of different readers (gn, afab, amab, F, M) all explicit and incredibly NSFW with a few favourite characters.
12 Days of Fic-Mas
A fluffy multifandom collection of holiday festivities.
Gachiakuta
Cleaners and Raiders
Welcome to the trash compactor, where fun and fics await.
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Synopsis: After performing the impossible, the four commanders and captain of the Whitebeard pirates find their own ways to praise you for your feats of brilliance. Izou decides to showcase a ceremony steeped in tradition from his homeland and brew you a tea in celebrating you. Only... He doesn't have the correct ingredients... Stuck now in your feelings of affection for the commander, you need to aid him through this next part of the ceremony he accidentally spiked himself with through quick thinking and love.
Themes: Izou x f!reader, MDNI, smut, NSFW, 18+, tea ceremony, creampie, p in v sex, orgasms, pollen fic, budding romance, no use of y/n, accidental drugging, love confession, new relationship, fucking with feelings.
Notes: YIPPEE a pollen fic! It's my first time writing for Izou, and I hope he isn't OOC. Not proof read, but I hope it's okay!
Picking nervously at the hem of your shirt, you kept your head bowed and away from the man sitting parallel on the ground in front of you. The metre square table was all that was between you, ornate carvings pressed by hand into the surface to indicate battle amongst the cherry blossoms. War, death, beauty, and passion - the four words you would use in place to describe the ornate carvings, alongside every syllable to depict the gunslinging commander in front of you.
“You're doing it again,” he offered you in a warning drawl, “Stop picking at your hemline, or there will be no shirt to shroud your body by the end of all of your fussing. Hands on the table, little flower.” Izou leaned over the centre of the table and took your hand away from your shirt with his own, placing it on the table beside your bamboo and silk placemat. As your eyes met his, you saw those four words within his warning gaze.
War, death, beauty, and passion - those same four words were everything that was the man holding the moniker, Izou, in that one pointed look he aimed towards you. He was disciplining you with that single look, and you slowly found yourself sinking beneath his scolding stare.
The man clad in a pink yukata slowly released your hand and moved back to sit on his knees. His gown slipped down his shoulder slightly to reveal the creamy, porcelain skin beneath the silken shroud, slowly rising a warm heat in the apples of your cheeks. He shrugged it back with a click of his tongue before scooping matcha powder in his bamboo spoon. Placing the spoon back down beside the bowl, Izou reached for the large, ceramic teapot filled with boiling water.
“I wanted to give you this ceremony as a token of my appreciation to you,” he hummed casually, “Yet, all you've been doing is avoiding my eyes and picking at your shirt. It is unseemly, and you should be paying attention to a person when their performance is a gift to you.” You bobbed your head in confirmation before gazing at his hands. His every swishing motion was a dance, a ceremonial display of appreciation for tea, for water, and for you.
“My apologies, commander,” you smile sheepishly at him, “It's not every day a former spade pirate is invited into a foreign commander’s chambers for a private performance. Especially not one as sovereign and titled as you.” Izou took a moment to sigh before ending it with a soft chuckle, shaking his head and slowly beginning to soften at the edges.
“It's not every day a white beard commander invites a former foreign pirate, turned crewmate, into his chambers, yes,” he agreed with you, nodding his head before picking up the bamboo whisk, “But, then again, it is not every day any member of the white beard pirates earns a place at my table as a reward for feats of brilliance. You did good, little flower. I will not have you diminish your accomplishments.”
A warmth flooded in your face while your eyes misted with embarrassment and humble pride. You managed to negotiate by yourself to make safe passage for the white beard fleet in an impossible situation, one that earned you crew respect and that same respect of the more reserved commander. It was one thing to have your doctor give you praise and a pat on the back, or your former captain cheering your name and crowing like a rooster into the air with a pyrotechnic display of flames, but it was another thing entirely to be invited into the chambers of Izou as he performed a skill he rarely demonstrated to others from his home country.
“Not so brilliant, just luck,” you nodded with a small smile, “Caught the harbour master in a good mood-.”
“-Hush and watch your tone,” Izou sliced your words out of your lips and removed any further word from your lips, “You don't get to downplay your actions in settling something for our captain that we were struggling with, especially not while we're sharing in this ceremony together.” His brows knit in a tight line in the centre of his forehead before he slowly closed his eyes and leaned down towards the ceramic pot and powders, “You are far too smart for this attitude, and I will not have it at my table. I will not announce it again, so hold your tongue and take your gift.” Slowly and gently, the gunslinging commander pressed his bamboo spoon into a tin of green powder before gently compacting it in the concave crevice. Every action had a purpose, and you could see the softness amongst that hardened exterior in his facial features.
This was home to him: sharing a part of himself donned in ceremony in every action. His brows rose to a gentleness he was sharing with you as he slowly tipped the powder into the cup. Tapping the edge twice, and a third sharper time, he placed the spoon in a silken placemat beside the teacup and moved his hands in a dance-like fashion. Izou slowly extended his right hand, while the other moved back the sleeve of his yukata to reveal his wrists. His hands were marred in battle and controlled in every motion while slowly tipping scorched water from the teacup into the bowl.
Once the water and powder were married as one, Izou bowed and placed the teapot back in the centre of the table. His eyes closed while the aroma rose to fill his face and nasal passage. Everything was slow, soft, controlled, and with purpose. Even while reaching for the bamboo whisk once more, it was as simple as breathing, yet as mesmerizing as a dance to music you had never seen nor heard.
Not a whisper was spoken between Izou frothing the water and tea powder and him placing the whisk upright on a ceramic tray to the left corner of the tea setting. He smiled down at it before again reaching for the water pot and pouring the water to the brim, again revealing his wrists to you. That same warmth crept up your face and settled in your cheeks while watching him perform a stationary dance in your honor.
Izou finally placed the pot down at the centre of the table and reached his forefingers down at the base of the ceramic cup. Slowly moving them to form a triangular fixed position at the apex of the cup base, Izou bowed deeply towards you in the centre of the table. His hair fell softly in front of him, giving you a full view of down the back of his yukata and causing you to glimpse at his tattoo.
Unsure of what to do, you mimic his actions as best as you could without practice to ceremony. Placing your hands in front of you, you slowly bow to return the gesture and keep your head low and eyes scrunched completely shut.
Slowly rising from his bow, Izou fought back a gasped hum that wanted desperately to escape his throat. You were bowing to him, sharing a respect you had no knowledge of, yet wanted so desperately to share in his action with him. This was a welcome surprise, and his heart began to slowly flutter and grow warm in witnessing you struggle to know when to rise from your low and respectful, seated stoop.
“You… Can rise now,” Izou smiled towards you, “You didn’t… Need to do that… But,” Izou waited for you to rise while continuing to smile gently towards you, “I am glad you did.” The man slowly reached for the ceramic teacup and spun the ceramic three times clockwise before raising it in both hands. He gently reached for you and nodded for you to take the cup from his hands. “While this is made similarly to the tea I have at home, I am, unfortunately, all out of leaf powder from my homeland,” his smile dimmed slightly, only rising as you took the cup from his hands and took it towards yourself, “The borders are shut, leaving my family barred from ever meeting my eyes again. This… This ceremony is my gift to you, little flower. I hope the tea is to your liking.”
“Commander-.”
“-Izou,” he corrected you immediately and sharply, “While in my quarters as my guest, I am simply… Iz-... I-...” Izou coughed to clear his throat, clenching his eyes shut and swallowing thickly. You quickly placed the tea off to the side and rose from the table without drinking. Izou continued to cough without stopping, turning his face away and holding his throat. His yukata slipped and disheveled him, revealing the tattoo on his back and giving you ample room to pat on his back hard to dislodge what was causing him harm.
Izou refused to rise from the table, slowly glancing around at the compartments of the kit until he located the mortar and pestle filled with fine powder. He shrugged off your hands and reached for the stone bowl. His coughing settled, only prolonging your shock while he gazed down with unspeakable horror on his face.
“This…” Izou shook in a shuddered breath as he turned to face you. His eyes scanned your face before he looked at the tea in shock, “Did you taste or inhale the tea?” You looked at the cup before turning your attention back towards him. You shook your head ‘no’ before he nodded and gulped thickly. “I… I have… You need to get Marco for me. I…” Izou attempted to place his pink yukata back on his shoulders, but winced as if the material stung him. He leaned in and clasped the ceramic kettle of water and immediately poured the scorching heat on his hands. Hissing at the pain, he wet both before pulling himself away from the table.
“Izou?” you furrowed your brows and nodded in desperation towards him, “Izou, what’s going on? I need to know before I get Marco for you. Can you tell me what’s going on? I can help you, just give me a run down.”
“I-...” he gulped before doubling over in pain, pushing himself away from the table and accidentally falling back onto his futon. Pain scrunched his eyes shut while sweat beaded at his temple, falling in a deep caress down the corner of his cheek and down the apex of his jawline. He began panting as if every breath stung him. Every inhale was burdened with labouring gasps that sounded as if he was aching worse than the sting of boiled water.
“Izou-?”
“-The tea,” he gasped towards you, “The powder when I ground it down into powder. I-... It’s from the island we visited prior. The one… With the idols of lust… Mnngh-!” He peeled the corner of his yukata off his arm and settled it around his waist, “They said it was for relaxation and special occasions.” He moved his hands covered in the wrist-slits of his robe to settle in the center of his waist and covered his crotch. As soon as his covered palms hit his shrouded crotch, he doubled over and wailed out, “They and I have a very different idea of relaxation!”
Dawning on your face with your eyes meeting his crotch and back up to his eyes again, you immediately felt the need to scold your commander for his actions. Holding your tongue, you shook your head and glanced down once more at the painful peak tenting his crotch. Pulsating beneath his robes, the usually reserved commander was now moaning as if in the most delirious pain and most delicious pleasure he had ever experienced before.
“Did you just get it on your hands, commander?” you asked him firmly, “And when you had inhaled it while foaming the tea, I mean.” You immediately rose to stand and close the distance between Izou and the door to his quarters, locking it behind you with you inside. He gasped and you heard the whimpered, ‘yes’, alongside the rustling of materials. “Commander, Ace encountered that the last time we’d visited the island and we had to resort to… Extreme measures… To get it out of his system. Do you remember, sir?”
“Yes,” he hissed before more rustling occurred behind you, “And for all that timidity earlier, you have-, mghgn-! Fuck-!” Izou whined out before the rustling crew in further intensity, “You have changed your tune, haven’t you?” He managed to snicker at you before letting out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan, “I d-didn’t expect it to be the same thing…”
“Commander,” you firmed your voice, “Did you not expect a tealeaf for ‘special occasions’ and ‘relaxation’ from a culture where lust as their god to have some of that potent pollen in their habitual products?” You turned to face him, steeling your face in a firm line, “And I have changed my tune to match the severity of your circumstances. It’s not every day my commander inhales and grinds his own aphrodisiacs, sir. I am simply matching pitch.”
“Such a spade-pirate still,” Izou gasped out a laugh, hanging his head on his shoulders and gasping out a small puff of lust while his yukata lay beside him. His slender cock was in his hands, pre-cum beading at the slit and coating his thumb in slick baring no relief.
“My former captain, now reporting commander, burdened himself with me for a long time, sir,” you shook your head and slowly approached Izou as he lay on his bedding, “And now you are about to experience the delirium that comes from that powder-, Izou-!” You were swiftly made agitated by the full picture of Izou’s back to you as he hid his face from you. You softened your voice and leaned down towards him, reaching your hand forward but holding it back, “Izou, can I touch you?”
“I can’t have you see me like this, little flower,” Izou’s shaky breath poured out to you, “This was… I know better than this. I am better than this. I should-... I-... All I wanted was to do was appreciate you. You deserve to be appreciated…” The dark hair atop his head slowly came loose and waterfalled down his back in rippled waves of loose strands. The action of his hand against himself was sinful, something you knew to avert your eyes from and give him privacy in any other given circumstances.
But this was an emergency.
Placing your hand on his shoulder, you slowly gained his attention with a gentle squeeze to his muscle. Izou stopped pumping along his length and sucked in a shaken breath. It took everything in himself to halt his motions while his body screamed at him to continue. His cock was achingly hard, his balls tight against his belly, and his gut curdling with a lust he had never known prior like this. All the while you were there to walk him through it as softly and gently as you could.
“Do you remember what had to happen with Ace, Izou?” you asked him softly, “Where we had to-... Aid the pollen to run its course through extracting it within the body of another?” Izou tensed up and nodded while still avoiding your eyes. “I think we need to do that for you too, sir.” You removed your hand from his skin and slowly tugged the shirt from your body, followed by your pants and panties. He continued to avoid your eyes while you returned to his side and lay beside him.
It was fate’s cruel trick to give you, you were certain of it. The way you held such high regard and a large affection for Izou was a cruelty given the current circumstances. He was someone you wanted to impress, to earn the praise of, and the man of your dreams that you were trying so hard to be subtle about liking. Ace gave you hell for it, Marco gave you a smile and advice about it, Whitebeard approved of it - but in your heart, you still felt like the commander that held it was keeping you at arms length.
Steadying your breath and stifling the sorrow beginning to bubble in your throat, you again tapped his shoulder to return his attention to you. You gulped back a shaken breath before offering the one thing you knew could cure him.
“I… I may not be the best person for this job, but I’m the only one available at the moment to you. You…” your lip quivered and brows furrowed at the center, only causing you to give into the emotion you feared would pool over the surface and reveal it’s ugly head, “...You can just pretend I’m someone beautiful. Someone you want to be with. It’s okay, commander. It’s the only way we can cure you of this, remember? Just pretend I’m the person you want, and it will be over quickly. Please.”
Izou’s body turned in an instant. The sharp and striking features of Izou loomed over you while his hands clasped around your wrists and knees and toes pinned your thighs beneath him. His look was of a violent rage, his eyes wild and accusatory. Izou’s painted lips curled into a harsh grimace as he snarled down at you.
“Why would I pretend you’re anyone you’re not when I want only you?” he spat down harshly. His eyes softened at the edges before his palm came up and pressed against your cheek, soothing over your features while he peered down at you with love, “I only want you. You have to know that I do, little flower. Can’t you see?” Izou leaned down and brushed his nose with yours, “I’ve loved you from the beginning. I just… Wish this was under different circumstances and not… If we don’t, my heart will give out.”
Your eyes darted between his before you struck an uncharacteristically brave nerve in your core while leaning up and kissing him. Izou reciprocated immediately by removing his hand from your wrist and bracing both arms behind your head and and cradled you into himself. Both of you whimpered into the kiss while deepening it in every breath. He took your world and made it his with a simple touch, igniting your belly with a thirst that needed to be quenched. Your core throbbed while you attempted to spread your legs around the position he pinned you in.
The braveness melted into courage when you flipped him on his back. You reached down between your bodies and found his cock with ease. He was large in your hand, only getting larger and more desperate as you pumped along his length. Your cunt slowly fluttered while arousal glistened along your walls. His kiss was deep enough to almost make you climax then and there, just from the deep complexity he molded your lips into. Everything was both ceremonious alongside a feral edge he worked so hard to control.
Unbreaking the deep kiss, you ensured his body moved where you moved him. You slid his cock between your folds a few times to coat his tip in your slick while both hissing at the contact. He groaned in short, huffed breaths while you placed his tip inside your core and began slowly sinking down on it. His hands moved from around your neck to caress the curvature of your body down towards your ass while your own hands moved beside his head.
“I’ve loved you for the longest time, commander,” you confessed in return while sinking down his cock further. You hissed at the mild sting around your ring of muscle, prompting Izou to help you remain stationary by not moving anything. He pressed a flurry of quick kisses against your cheek, jaw, and neck while you focussed on taking his entire length into your body. Finally sinking down with his entire cock inside you, you remained stationary while turning your head to look at him.
Izou was in turmoil. His inky hair was coated in a sheen of sweat while his pupils were black with lust. Despite the potency of the pollen igniting his veins, Izou’s sheer willpower stopped his body from bucking up wildly into you. His hands gripped both sides of your ass and held you stationary while he looked deeply into your eyes.
“I love you so much,” he returned your affection and sealed it with a soft kiss to your lips before retreating back, “That is why I’m so harsh on you. I want you to be the-... fuck… Best version of yourself. I want t-to watch y-ou thrive-! Oh seas-!” Izou threw his head back while his body finally broke through the iron will that held it stationary.
The commander’s hands gripped your ass and began rocking you down hard against himself. He refused to allow too much of his length to exit you, keeping your core flush with his own and grinding your clit on his soft pubic hair. You whined out in shock while he slowly removed an inch before slamming you back down on it once more. Izou planted his feet before moving his arms back and bracing them around your mid section; finally moving his cock out until the tip remained inside you before slamming it back harshly into you. It was slow, intentional, and deliberate in the beginning.
All before the pollen did what it does best…
…And remove your commander of all of his composure.
You had never pegged Izou as a feral man in the bedroom. He always seemed to be one to be in charge and in control. In all of your fantasies about him, that’s what he was. The words ‘little flower’ spoke softly to you in your mind's eye while he aided you to fall apart in every way he knew how. Hands, lips, tongue, toys, even the air around you was manipulated by Izou in your dreams. This was not so controlled, but it was not any less beautiful. Especially with Izou rutting into you and growling your name in your ear that shot vibrations to your clit and spilled more of your arousal from your slit and onto his crotch.
“W-Wait-!” you whimpered to no avail, “Sh-shit.” Your body shook while Izou rippled your ass with every harsh thud upwards. His cock drove into your belly and kissed at the back of your g-spot, causing you to throw your head back and yelp at the momentum. Where you assumed a man of Izou’s caliber would treat treat sex as an art form, as an act of love making with another’s body - this was nowhere near that level of refined decorum.
Izou was fucking you. Not handling you with care, but fucking you deeply and harshly while chasing a high inside your body that he couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.
“Wanted this moment to be different,” he barked between harsh claps of his hips meeting yours, “Wanted to court you first. Love you first.” Izou whimpered as his cock pulsated inside your body and swelled every vein rippling towards his tip. He was closer now than he had ever been to spilling himself up inside you, but it was no more a spill than it was him loving you. “I’m going to cum-! You’re-! Just stay like that. Just like that. Can I-?!” Izou tilted his head to find your face with his. His vibrant eyes bore into yours with a dark intensity. There was love lingering beneath the lust, showcased in the way he held off until you gave your permission.
“Cum for me, commander,” you whimpered down into him, “You can cum, Izou. I want you to.” Izou darted his eyes between yours before clenching them tightly shut and throwing his head back once more. He filled your body like a shot of lightning, hitting your cervix with his viscous splashback and painting your bellies with how fast he released. At the sight of his creamy neck and that tremble of his pulse ignited in his vein, you leaned down and clenched your teeth and lips around his pulsepoint.
Pleasure was found empathetically as his orgasm set yours alight with its spark. Pleasure engulfed your senses while you screamed into his neck. Izou slowed his movements, but kept them hard and harsh. Every thud of your skin meeting his was in time with the waves of your pleasure joining with his own. He was timing your bliss with his own while the pollen slowly left his body through releasing the tension and tight coils in his belly.
Izou aided you down into his embrace by cradling your head in his neck. Your lips were still latched to his skin, sucking a harsh, purple mark into his neck as a trophy of your love. He chuckled and caressed the back of your head while you began sobbing after returning to the world around you.
“I don’t think I’ve-... I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before,” Izou gasped, prompting you to nod in agreement.
“I haven’t cum like that ever,” you admitted with a laugh, moving back from his embrace to gaze down at him, “I usually need a little more stimulation than that to get there, especially on my clit-... You don’t need to know this, sir.” You quieted yourself and allowed embarrassment to slowly wash over you while you attempted to pull away from him. Izou frowned and hummed down at you in disappointment, clapping his hands on your ass and holding you stationary.
“Of course I need to know this, little flower,” Izou whispered gently to you, “I want to know how to please my woman and what she likes. Especially after this…” The commander slowly caressed your ass and tilted his head. He smiled softly up at you and nodded, “You… Are mine, yes? If you’ll have me, I mean… You don’t have to be…”
Bashful.
Izou was bashful.
And you felt your heart melt while he began to avoid your eyes in search of anything else to fixate on. You reached down and claimed his cheeks in your palms, tilting his eyes back to meet yours and nodded down at him.
“I’ll only have you if you only correct me on my fidgeting in private, and not try to accidentally poison me with a lust flower,” you giggled at him, stroking the apple of his cheek with your thumb, “Those are my only conditions-, w-well, alongside exclusivity, I mean…” You mumbled and turned your head away from him, fighting your own bashfulness and sucking in your bottom lip to bite it.
“Why would I want anyone else?” he answered sincerely. Izou reached up and fiddled with the nape of your neck while beaming a gentle grin up at you, “And I promise: no more experimental teas with aphrodisiacs for ‘relaxation’ and ‘special occasions’.” You both chuckled at the statement before rolling onto your sides and marvelling at one another. Learning his skin with your fingertips, and he with yours, Izou and you shared soft smiles and gentleness in his quarters until he deemed it time to rejoin the others hand in hand after cleaning one another up.
The love was old, but the feelings were new. Thankfully, you had one another to help you navigate the new horizons your love would take you - sans pollen this time.
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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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Just a small glimpse about what it's like to be friends with Tobiuo, especially when she gets the ability to text. She cannot be in charge of naming babies. She thinks very literally. This was brought about when talking about her being in charge of naming her sister's child. She named them Tamago... Egg... She named an egg 'egg'.
This is a small snippet of a larger conversation with others' OCs in an One Piece Original Character server. I play the Zoro, Sanji, and my OC, Tobiuo in this interaction alongside others who play Original Characters and Canons. I was just laughing at myself and thought you might enjoy it too.
Running towards the dock, Tobiuo finds her feet carrying her faster than they had ever carried her. She saw the banner from the cove by the sea's mouth and couldn't stop the way her heart hammered away in her chest.
Finally closing the distance, Tobiuo immediately withdrew her trident in a way her muscles reminded her to do - finding the pronged blade met with two katanas...
...Not in the hands of he moss-haired first mate she adored.
"Still a giant, big, blue asshole eh, Tobiuo?" his voice chuckled from behind the smaller woman menacing the blades with brute strength,. Stepping out, Zoro reveals his wolfish smile, still rising in the creases of both eyes lost to war. The child continues to hold her stance while Zoro moves towards the blades joined at the centre.
"I would like to introduce you to Roronoa Violet Kuina."
Just a small glimpse about what it's like to be friends with Tobiuo, especially when she gets the ability to text. She cannot be in charge of naming babies. She thinks very literally. This was brought about when talking about her being in charge of naming her sister's child. She named them Tamago... Egg... She named an egg 'egg'.
This is a small snippet of a larger conversation with others' OCs in an One Piece Original Character server. I play the Zoro, Sanji, and my OC, Tobiuo in this interaction alongside others who play Original Characters and Canons. I was just laughing at myself and thought you might enjoy it too.
I will trip over my feet to bring him a light, skinning my knees and elbows and trying not to cry to be so tough despite the sting of the sea foam seeping into them. He's perfect. I am in love.
Snail: "'After Hours'? What is this fic? I don't remember writing something called 'After hours'. I wonder what this could-."
Context: 3,500+ word WIP starring Bottom!KentoNanami x top!f!dom!reader, NSFW, kink, pet play, BDSM, watersports, nowhere near completed - intended for my jjk side-blog @heavenlysnail
Snail! I absolutely enjoy the "Hey Doc" so much. It tickles something in my brain and makes me kick my feet all giddy.
And there was a prompt ghosting around in my mind.
About when Kid lost his arm to the Red Hair Pirates and I was thinking, would Doc blame themselves for being unable to save Kid's arm? Where did the nickname "sunshine" come from? Was Doc in absolute panic mode when Kid was close to deaths door or were they their usual self.
"I've got a whole lot of them, Heat."
Hey Doc Masterlist
Word Count: 3,100+
Synopsis: Pondering more on the past may have telltale signs about the future you have with the Kid Pirates.
Themes: Kid Pirates x gn!reader, you are "Doc" - the doctor to the Kid Pirates, platonic series, injury, hurt/comfort, friendship, medical themes, mentions of shelving, major warfare and serious injury, graphic depictions of the realities of war, marines, Doc thinks about their roots in this chapter. This chapter primarily focusses on Heat - and a HC @sodatusks has on his former role before he was a commander and simply a gang leader.
Notes: I missed writing for this world, and I thought it was about time to do some worldbuilding on who and what Doc really is. They are still themselves, just looking at how far they have come. I saw this ancient ask in my inbox and finally had that push to write again. Thank you so much, anon.
More Notes: This is a gender neutral series. If you see Doc as he, she, they, it, or any other pronoun, or even as your original character - it's all up to your imagination as the reader. No wrong answers here! I'm glad you like the series 🖤.
The smell of gunpowder stuck to your body as another heavy blast shattered the wooden panels by your head. Panic shot adrenaline through your veins, burning your body with a light striking through your every root and stem. Your heart thundered violently in your chest, yet no matter how hard your soul screamed at you to run, your body simply would not respond. ‘Run, run, run,’ you begged yourself to no avail. Your feet stamped perfectly in place, huddled and crouched against the dusty floor no matter how much you pleaded with your body to move.
A marine.
You were a marine.
And even before you were a marine, you were from a warrior island bred and built for fights and battles bigger than this.
You should be used to the panic and heat of battle, but there was something about this particular fight that had you stationary and stagnant in responding to your logic. Perhaps it was your lack of sleep, your lack of strict routine in running your area of proficiency on your ship, or the fact your breakfast wasn’t nearly as nice as you’d hoped it to be. Regardless, this fight had every area of training you’d received flee your body and leave your frightened soul behind in its absence.
Every passing moment hit you with the full force of devastation the longer you remained still. A friend, a colleague, a unit leader: three lay dead beside you while shrapnel of the splintered wood dug its way into their flesh and took their home in their bodies the way a seed would sprout after the conditions of scattering them. As a farmer would shuffle crops from grain in their hand to the earth below in a gentle shake, your comrades in arms slowly slipped from their grasp on life to their final heart’s beating place.
They were all dead.
Your unit was dead or dying.
The family you’d left behind would be laughing at you now for the extreme panic splitting your mind in lightning-like fragments.
If you had injuries, you could not feel them or even process them due to the ringing in your ears from the many blasts of cannon fire. ‘Move, move, move,’ you cried to yourself, only to feel your feet gently shuffle in place instead of taking the thick strides you yearned for. ‘Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle,’ you asked instead, almost pathetically laughing at yourself as you did. Your big toe moved, prompting the other to scramble ahead.
Another blast ricocheted off the panels beside you, but your body did not respond in fear this time. No, you told your body to ‘shuffle,’ and shuffle, it was. Shuffles then turned into steps. Slow and gentle steps away from the harsh burden of warfare. Hells, you could not remember what your unit was doing here or fighting for, just that you were there on orders. Suddenly ‘orders,’ didn’t feel like a good enough reason to wait around to die.
This was not a fair fight, this was an execution. This was a bloodbath signed by office dwellers in fancy suits that had forgotten the feeling of being a true marine. This was an act of one marine with his head so far up his superiors asshole, his own head attempting to crawl out of their mouth and bellowing: ‘Huzzah for me and my brilliance!’ And you had had enough.
“Watch out!” you heard before another blast clipped your cheek and gashed your flesh sharply. You only reacted by reaching down and finding whatever blade was protruding from your fallen comrade’s spine and tore it from their body. They wouldn’t be needing it anymore, and you needed something to survive.
It felt thick: both the handle and blade were far larger than you had handled prior. ‘I can use it as both sword and shield,’ you nodded internally while flourishing it in front of your face. Suddenly the training you engaged in with specialist studies in: ‘manning adrenaline by closing your eyes’ was coming in handy. You closed your eyes and listened for the next blast, turning your new blade towards the incoming iron and deflecting it away from your body and towards a large boulder beside you. You cracked a smile before inhaling deeply, still with your eyes tightly shut to protect from any debris.
If you’d had the time, you might have wrapped your eyes entirely to stop yourself from reacting to any horrors you may have seen. For now, keeping your eyes shut was stopping you from running away in a panic and maintaining a placating calm. You used your adrenaline to react now, almost ordering it to the places you needed it the most.
“Oi, we got a live one, lads!” you heard ahead of you, “Hah! And they got one of yer bastard blades too, commander!” You responded by scrunching your nose up in disgust and flickered it in front of your face before butterflying it out in a flourish. You felt the dust settle against your skin and slowly waft away from your lips and mouth before breathing deeply and opening your eyes to check the damage in front of you.
You dared not look at the ground beside you. You could feel the damp floor and squishy limbs beside you enough to know there was a body laying there. If not the feeling of your feet, the scent of iron and soldering smoke could’ve informed you regardless. Narrowing your gaze, you focussed on the taller one of the two. He was at least seven feet tall, far taller than you. You had already deduced you could use your adrenaline to use his body strength against him, toppling him into the other and taking to a sprint into the sea. That was until-.
“Oi, watch out, marine!” the blue haired man barked, closing the distance between you with incredible speed, covering your body with his own as another blast of cannon fodder shuffled overhead. You allowed his body to completely engulf your own, holding you protectively before he shuffled to the ground beside you. “I’m Heat,” he sniffed out in a soft chuckle, extending his hand to you.
“I’m just a d-,” you began, your voice cut off by another timed blast. Heat chuckled and shook his head, waiting for the blast to settle before gesturing to the other obvious pirate beside him to shuffle back.
“Alright, marine,” he chuckled, “Gimme yer name later. Fuck-,” he reached over and cupped your ears to save them from another close blast to your head. You barely caught the ‘This fucking guy,’ from his mouth. You closed your eyes once more to halt the fear from properly taking seed, but in the inhale meant to calm you, your nose picked up the blood from your fallen comrade in front of you and you couldn’t stop the rise.
“Ey, ‘ey, none of tha’ now,” Heat said beside you, moving his hands down to your shoulders and engulfing them in his large palms, “Yer a marine, right? Fuckin’ be one. ‘At ease,’ or whatever the fuck yer meant to say.” That caused another smile to crack despite the horror laying in front of you. “There ya go,” he chuckled, “Alright, marine. He’s calmed his fuckin’ blasting this way. It ain’t one of us, and given yer fuckin’ ranks are… Not gonna be much help.” As you attempted to move up, you were promptly put back down into the ground by Heat once more.
“What’s the plan then, pirate?” you harshly whispered, “Play fucking dead?”
“Won’t need to play nothin’ if ya get up too quick and draw his fuckin’ interest, marine,” he chastised you plainly, “This thing. This thing seems fuckin’ faulty or some shit.” Heat looked down at the blade you clutched in your hands and back out towards the large unit overhead, “I haven’t seen anything havin’ cannons, guns, or swords shootin’ from its body. Just a single blast hurts like a motherfucker or ends up killing you. You know how to use that, or…?”
“I can use a rapier, but spears are what I’m proficient in when I need to fight,” you nodded towards him, “This is a little larger and thicker than what I’m used to.”
“I bet it is,” he hummed while smirking towards the hill. He took a moment to think, mulling something over in his mind before speaking. “Look, marine,” he turned towards you, “I only came over here to get my sword back, but you look like you still got some life in ya. If ya can use a sword: kick that ‘fight or flight’ shit that’s got ya in a gridlock, and listen to me.” You didn’t have the capacity to be offended by anything he’d said in the past thirty seconds. Nothing is taken to heart in times of war, and you understood one's attachment to a weapon.
“Okay,” you nodded, “I can kick it. Just tell me what to do.” You steeled your grip on the sword and readied yourself for a harsh sprint, just as you did mentally moments earlier in planning to end him. Only this time, it was to listen to a foreign commander to a governmentless unit of unruly pirates.
“I’m going to cause a diversion, and yer gonna fuckin run over that hill towards where Disc J was,” Heat nodded towards where he ran from, “He’s waitin’ with Reck, and Reck will offer me coverage to get out of here. You-, wait-, hang on...” He reached into his belt pouch and tugged something from his person. Instead of handing it to you, he hesitated and held it in his hand. “If I give this to you, it means yer one of mine,” he informed you, “Means ‘I got you,’ and means I’m responsible for you. No more ‘marines,’ just me and mine under our captain. If you take it and do what I’m tellin’ ya, you can’t go back to doin’ this shit. You good with that, marine?”
Taking a moment to dart your eyes between his, you examined his features and found no lie in them. Not in the smile embedded in his face, nor the splits on his cheeks, or the hollowed features depicting a lifetime of pain and triumph in battle. You weighed that up against the likelihood of him either killing you or leaving you in this place to die, and found yourself reaching for it.
“Means you ain’t no marine no more, marine,” Heat warned you one final time, “Means yer gonna have a bounty, be hunted down by everyone you love, and become a pirate until living the life of one finally takes us.” Heat’s eyes grew both steely and saddened by speaking the truth, something you would have to thank him for later.
“Everyone I loved was right here or dead to me,” you uttered so soft he nearly missed it. Giving you a look of understanding, he handed you a rounded object that had a face of its own. Two eyes, a nose, and a Glasgow smile held in the face of a medallion, something that was almost funny to think held so much meaning.
“Get ready to fuckin’ leg it, deserter,” he chuckled. You moved onto your toes, preparing your sprint with the sword in your hand.
“Aye, commander,” you nodded in affirmation. He smiled at that and took a deep breath in. On his exhale, a large ball of fire ballooned and escaped his lips up and towards the doom and destruction that cost you your entire unit. On a direct queue, cannons immediately shot towards the ball of flame, spiriting you on in your sprint to where Heat’s former associates lingered prior.
You had never ran the way you did in that moment. Your limbs screamed for you, joints compressing into a cruel grind that had your mind yelping on every condensed thud against the rubble and bodies scattered at your feet. Every time you thought you found solid ground, it seemed there was something made specifically to trip you up. Yet, you didn’t. You kept going on, leaping and jumping in a way that you would need some serious warming down and stretching afterwards or your body would take it on permanently.
Making it to the other side of the hill had two arms waiting to catch you in a tight grapple. It was not the waiting arms of the man you expected, nor was it the other you anticipated would create a diversion to aid in the rescue of your rescuer.
No.
This was something else entirely.
This was just a kid. A kid with flaming red hair and blast goggles strapped to his forehead as if he was going to thunder a hammer at an anvil to create weapons of war. And this kid, was none other than-.
“-Captain Kid!” a feminine voice called to the side, a plump, crown-like hat on her head stuck down to cover her frothy tangerine hair, “You got the marine!” Before you had an opportunity to speak, this person, barely a man at all with lean arms and a slender build snarled in a grimacing bark at you.
“Is Heat alive?” he growled in your face, his eyes both holding care, panic, and extremely violent rage, “Answer me!” Your lips stuttered and hands quickly thrust the medallion into his face with a clear and even tone.
“My commander is alive.”
“Fuck,” he snarled, “Alright, let ‘er rip, Quincy. You and Reck draw its attention, and Wire get ready to fuckin’ catch him. You.” Kid turned his attention back to you, “Yer not a marine no more, got it? Yer a pirate, and yer a Kid Pirate at that. No fightin’ on my ship, so get this into yer head fuckin’ quick or one of us’ll kill ya.” You nodded and moved the bastard sword to your side in surrender.
“There won’t be any fight from me,” you affirmed him, “Despite having specialist combat training as a fucking marine and being from an island where fucking war and battle training is its whole fucking identity, it’s not what I am, asshole.”
“Eh?” Kid queeried, moving both you and himself away from the battle, "Ain't you a little sunshine, sunshine". The way he trusted his crew to handle the fight, yet still remaining in view enough to step in if needed, already had you on his side further than anything else. He put you down and checked you over, narrowing into the injury on your face and moving his hands up to cup your face. He swiped his thumb over his tongue before placing it on your wound to clean it, caring for you softly while asking you the dreaded question.
“What are you?”
You furrowed your brows and allowed the young man clean you as best he could before you finally spoke. Using the medallion to focus on steadying your voice, pressing into it hard enough to indent into your palm, you nodded your head and smiled.
“I am a doctor.”
“Hey Doc,” Heat knocked at your doorframe despite it being open, “You got a minute?”
“I’ve got a whole lot of them, Heat,” you shook your head and squeezed the small piece of metal in your hand.
Clutching the medallion in your hand now as you did then, thumbing over the smile in its face and reminiscing of events that happened far longer ago than you cared to ever dream about. There were reasons you needed others to steal medical research documents from marine bases for you, and your newfound family kept that knowledge extremely close to their chests. They even managed to take your thesis back and pass it between them, despite half of them never having the patience to learn how to read.
Hells, you were there for everything. You were the hand that ensured they lived. You were their doctor, and they were your family.
“You know how we told Disc J to stop shelving his stash and smoke it like the rest of us-?”
“-I suddenly have a whole lot less of them, Heat,” you cut off the commander and pinched your brow with the same hand holding the piece of metal your commander gave you long ago. Heat was about to refute your interruption, stopping only as he looked to your hand.
Stepping closer, he reached for it and gently moved it away from your nose and out flat in front of you both, he tilted his head to the side and looked back towards you.
“You… Still have that?” he asked you in that soft and sweet voice he would only bring out in rarities, “After… Shit, after how many years?” You shrugged and thumbed over the face once more.
“I figured if Wire wears his on his chest, I should get to have mine in my lab coat,” you admitted, “Unless I’m not in my office. Then it’s usually in my pocket.” Heat’s eyes rounded and softened to an extremity you hadn’t seen him wear in a while. Not while being the disciplinarian aboard the Victoria Punk, that was for sure.
“I almost forgot that you were…” Heat placed his hands both above and beneath your own, cupping the metal piece into your hand, “...It just feels like you were always meant to be one of us. Even when we raided that base to get yer stuff back, you know? Just felt like… You were meant to be here… Be one of mine… You know?”
“I know,” you nodded gently, “And I am still one of yours.” You placed your hand atop his own and thumbed over his significantly larger knuckles, “Just like the rest of us that wear your jolly roger. I’m your Doc, and that’s not going to change.” Heat smiled at you and let himself linger in the silence before you arched your brow and lowered your voice in warning, “And the condition of Disc J…?”
“Oh yeah, shit,” Heat chuckled and retracted his hands from your own, leaving the medallion in place and gesturing to the door, “Yeah, he’s stuck on the loo and said he’s got a growth happening that hurts somethin’ bad.”
“Hemmeroids from shelving something fucking stupid will do that to you,” you nodded, reaching for your lab coat and throwing it over your shoulders. Placing the medallion into your pocket, you gestured on, “Alright. Lead on, Commander.”
“Hey, I don’t want to see that shit!”
“No, no,” you clarified, “No, commander, you’re involved now, Heat. You need to be a second pair of hands for me.” You chuckled and kicked him out of your office, following behind and closing the door as you did so. “You may be my commander, but I am your doctor. I am higher ranking than you, and you should do well to remember it.”
Heat groaned and rolled his head on his shoulders, pouting and placing his hands at the nape of his neck as he did. Letting out a gentle sigh, he shook it off and led you on towards Disc J.
“Fine,” he said, nudging you with his hips, “But I’m gonna complain about it the whole time.”
Hey if it brings a smile to your face and motivation to your hands, know that I still re read your pollen fic with Killer. And the shower one with Penguin and Sashi :D
This makes me so happy, Saraptor. I really loved those fics so much, especially pollenating Killer. Love that man and putting him in The Situations™. I'm just so honoured you come back for a reread!!
Hi Snail! Just a little message to tell you that I love what you do! Your fanfics and your drawings are always such a wonderful source of joy whenever I see them. You’re a wonderful and talented person, so please never forget to keep creating what you love 🫶
You're an amazing person, Armilia. You're just so sweet, kind, and absolutely beautiful in every thing you do. I love your art, your fics, and the kindness you give to others in support within the One Piece community. I just think you're amazing.
