Description: How They Realize They Have a Crush on you
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law & Kid
Warnings: fluff, a little comedy, oblivious idiots in love
❤️ Monkey D. Luffy
• At first, Luffy doesn’t even realize there is a word for what he feels. He just knows he wants you around—like, constantly. You sit, he sits. You eat, he’s asking for a bite. You stretch, he mimics you until it becomes a weird competition. To him it’s just fun until it starts nagging at him in a way he doesn’t know how to name.
• The rest of the crew picks up on it before he does. Nami notices when you laugh at something dumb Luffy says and he gets all puffed up like he just won a treasure. Usopp points out how Luffy always saves you a seat next to him without thinking. Zoro? Zoro just groans, because it’s so obvious to everyone but the captain.
• The first time Luffy gets an actual hint is when you get hurt on an island fight. Just a scratch, really, nothing serious but suddenly he’s deadly quiet. No goofy grin, no rubbery antics. He’s standing in front of you, fists clenched, eyes dark. And when the enemy runs, he doesn’t chase them. He turns back to you, demanding, “You okay?” in a way that makes Sanji raise an eyebrow.
• Luffy hates the feeling. It’s not like hunger (hunger has a clear solution: meat). It’s not like excitement before an adventure either. It’s like a weight in his chest that won’t go away unless you smile at him. That freaks him out. So he keeps testing it, by poking your cheek, stealing your drink, tossing his hat onto your head just to see if that ache disappears.
• His hat becomes a big tell. Usually, he doesn’t let anyone touch it. But with you? He’ll drop it in your lap and grin. If you put it on, his heart does a weird little flip. He thinks it’s funny at first, until one night he catches himself staring while you’re dozing off under that straw brim, and he panics like: why is my face hot?
• Luffy also starts doing small protective things unconsciously. Pulling you away from crowds so you don’t get squished, standing between you and random Marines, grabbing your wrist so you don’t get lost. He doesn’t think much of it, but the crew does. Robin hides a smile every time. Sanji fumes.
• The big realization? It comes with jealousy. He doesn’t even know the word, but he feels it when Sanji is too nice to you, or when some random villager tries to flirt. Suddenly Luffy is clinging to your arm, announcing loudly, “She’s MY crew mate, back off!” Usopp tries to explain what jealousy means, and Luffy is like: “That’s dumb. I just don’t like when they take her away.” Cue collective facepalm from the crew.
• He confesses in the most Luffy way possible: not a speech, not flowers, not a plan. Just blurts it out mid-battle like it’s an obvious fact. You’re dodging bullets together and he shouts, “HEY, I LIKE YOU!” like it’s a battle strategy. You almost trip, because who admits that while punching Marines? But that’s Luffy—chaos first, clarity later.
• After that, he treats it as normal. He likes meat, he likes adventure, and he likes you. Done. No overthinking. If you bring it up shyly later, he just beams and says, “Yeah! You make me happy. Stay with me forever, okay?” as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
• The thing about Luffy’s crush is—it never stays a “crush.” Once he realizes it, it’s permanent. The way he sees it, treasure is treasure. He found his, and now he’s holding on tight.
💚 Roronoa Zoro
• Zoro is slow with emotions. Like… painfully slow. He notices things about you before he understands why he’s noticing. The way your laugh lingers in his head while he’s training. The way he always sits up straighter when you walk into a room. At first, he brushes it off as “nothing” because emotions aren’t his thing.
• His first sign is distraction. Zoro prides himself on focus, on tuning the world out when he’s lifting weights or meditating. But then you’re nearby, and suddenly his concentration is gone. He’ll try to hold a sword stance, only to realize he’s sneaking glances at you every few seconds. It pisses him off. He trains harder, thinking he can sweat it out but nope. You’re still in his head.
• The crew teases him mercilessly. Sanji catches on almost immediately and makes it his life’s mission to poke at Zoro. “Oi, Marimo, maybe you’d swing straighter if you stopped staring at her backside.” Cue Zoro throwing a dumbbell at him. Usopp whispers to you once, “He likes you, but he’s too dumb to admit it.” Zoro nearly strangles him.
• He’s protective without realizing it. Walking through towns, he’ll automatically place himself at your side, hand near his swords. If anyone shady even looks at you wrong, Zoro’s glare is enough to send them running. At first he tells himself it’s just habit, just crew safety, but deep down he knows it’s more.
• The real turning point comes during a fight. You’re holding your own, but someone gets the jump on you. Zoro doesn’t even think he’s across the battlefield in a heartbeat, sword drawn, rage in his veins. After it’s over, he snaps, “Don’t be reckless,” but the edge in his voice isn’t anger, it’s fear. That’s when it clicks for him. That gnawing in his chest? That heat under his skin? It’s not annoyance. It’s not distraction. It’s… you.
• Zoro being Zoro, he hates the realization. Feelings mean vulnerability, and he doesn’t like that. He avoids you for a while, spends hours sleeping on the Sunny’s deck just to dodge conversation. The others notice, of course. Nami rolls her eyes, Robin smirks knowingly, and Luffy just goes, “Why’s Zoro being weird?”
• But avoidance only makes it worse. Every time you bring him water during training, every time you patch up one of his cuts, every time you just exist—his chest feels tight. One night he’s staring at the stars with you, half-drunk on sake, and it hits him so hard he almost drops the bottle: I’m in love with her.
• He doesn’t confess easily. Words aren’t his strength. Instead, his affection shows in actions. He offers to train you, serious, focused, patient in a way he isn’t with anyone else. He lets you nap against his shoulder during long voyages. He sharpens his swords with you nearby, listening to you ramble like it’s the most natural soundtrack.
• The moment he finally says something is awkward as hell. It’s probably after a close call, when adrenaline strips away his walls. He mutters, almost angrily, “You’re important to me, alright? More than I thought. So don’t go getting yourself killed.” It’s clumsy, but honest.
• If you smile or tease him about it, he groans and looks away, cheeks faintly red. But he doesn’t take it back. Once Zoro admits something, he stands by it. That’s the thing, his love is steady, unshakable, not loud but grounding.
• From then on, it becomes obvious. He’ll carry your stuff without being asked. Sit beside you even when there’s space elsewhere. Watch your back in every battle like his life depends on it. Zoro isn’t about dramatic declarations, he shows his crush in quiet, consistent loyalty.
• And maybe, once in a while, when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll brush his fingers over your hand. Soft, fleeting, but enough to remind himself that this is real. That you’re his anchor in a world that’s always moving.
💛 Vinsmoke Sanji
• Let’s be real: Sanji thinks he has a crush on every pretty woman he meets. But this? With you? It’s different, and it scares him a little. Usually, he’s all flowery words and over-the-top declarations, but with you, half the time he trips over them. You’ll smile at him while he’s plating dinner, and suddenly he’s burning the meat because his brain short-circuits.
• The first sign is in the kitchen. Cooking is Sanji’s sanctuary; he never messes up. But then you wander in, curious, asking if you can help. He hands you a knife, watches you chop clumsily, and feels his chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with stress. From then on, he insists you come in more often, even if it slows him down. Secretly, he just wants you near.
• Unlike Luffy or Zoro, Sanji knows it’s a crush right away. He’s not oblivious; he’s been around. But knowing doesn’t make it easier. In fact, it makes him worse. He goes out of his way to impress you—cooking your favorite dishes, pulling out chairs for you, rushing to light your cigarette or pour your drink. The crew groans every time, but Sanji doesn’t care.
• Still, there’s a difference in how he treats you. With random women, he flirts for sport. With you, it’s reverent. His compliments land softer, more sincere. “You look stunning today,” he’ll murmur while sliding a plate to you, eyes lingering just a beat too long. No dramatic heart-eyes, no nosebleeds—just quiet honesty that makes your stomach flip.
• Jealousy hits him hard. He hides it behind a smile, but the moment Zoro talks to you for longer than three seconds, Sanji’s hovering. “Oi, mosshead, don’t bore her with your dumb training stories.” He’ll wedge himself between you and anyone else, grinning like it’s casual, but his jaw is clenched.
• His realization solidifies in the middle of a storm. You’re both on deck, trying to help secure supplies, wind howling, rain soaking through. You slip on the slick wood, and without thinking, Sanji’s there, arm catching you, holding you steady against his chest. The way his heart lurches at the thought of losing you? That’s when he knows: this isn’t some passing fancy. You’re it.
• After that night, he starts doing subtle things for you. He’ll remember the exact way you take your tea. He’ll sneak snacks into your bag before island trips. He’ll drape his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold, pretending it’s nothing. It’s not about grand gestures anymore, it’s about care.
• The crew definitely notices. Nami teases him mercilessly, calling you his “favorite” Usopp points out how Sanji never lets your plate go empty at dinner. Even Luffy eventually blurts, “Sanji, why do you give her extra meat and not me?!” Sanji, flustered, almost drops the pot.
• He tries to confess multiple times, but each time he chokes. He’ll set up a candlelit dinner on deck, only for Luffy to crash it. He’ll pull you aside on an island, heart racing, only to get interrupted by Marines. Eventually, it slips out in the least planned way possible.
• Maybe you’re patching him up after a fight, scolding him for being reckless. He laughs, wincing, and says softly, “Can’t help it, love. I’d risk anything for you.” It’s quiet, sincereand your stunned look makes him realize he actually said it aloud.
• Once it’s out, though, Sanji doesn’t hide. He doubles down. “Yes, I like you. More than anyone. I don’t expect you to feel the same, but… there it is.” For once, his voice doesn’t carry that dramatic lilt—it’s steady, vulnerable.
• If you return his feelings, Sanji is over the moon. He treats you like royalty, no hesitation. Every morning it’s, “Good morning, my love, did you sleep well?” Every night it’s a warm drink at your bedside. He’ll train harder just to be someone worthy of you.
• And while he still flirts with random women in passing (because it’s ingrained in him), there’s a noticeable difference: it’s hollow compared to how he is with you. With you, it’s not performance. It’s home.
• The thing about Sanji’s crush? It’s not fleeting. It’s devotion. When he realizes it, he doesn’t back away, he leans in, fully, with everything he has. Loving you becomes as natural as breathing.
💙 Trafalgar Law
• Law isn’t the type to “catch feelings.” At least, that’s what he tells himself. His entire life has been survival, strategy, revenge. Romance? That’s a distraction. But then you join his orbit, and slowly—too slowly—he notices the cracks forming in his armor.
• The first sign is attention. Law prides himself on control, he notices details because it keeps him alive. But when it comes to you, it goes beyond necessity. He finds himself cataloguing things that have no tactical use: the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, the rhythm of your laugh, the habits you don’t even realize you have. It frustrates him. He should be analyzing enemy weaknesses, not memorizing your smile.
• He brushes it off at first. Tells himself you’re just “valuable to the crew.” That’s why he checks in on you more often, why he assigns you easier shifts when you’re tired, why he keeps you out of the most dangerous missions. He even convinces himself for a while. But then Bepo calls him out. “Captain, you’re softer with her.” Law snaps back, denying it, but the words linger.
• Jealousy creeps up next. Subtle, but sharp. Someone on an island flirts with you, and Law feels his jaw tighten. He doesn’t make a scene—he’s too composed for that—but the next thing you know, the guy who flirted with you is conveniently caught in a perfectly-timed “Room” accident. Coincidence? The crew doesn’t think so.
• Law’s realization doesn’t hit all at once—it’s gradual, like a tide he can’t stop. It solidifies after a close call. Maybe you take a hit during a mission, nothing fatal but enough to scare him. He kneels by your side, hands shaking despite his medical training, muttering your name like a prayer. That’s when it crashes down on him: he can’t lose you. Not like he lost everyone else.
• The problem is Law is terrified of it. Love means vulnerability, and vulnerability is dangerous. He keeps his distance, pulling back just when you think you’re getting closer. It’s a push-and-pull dance: one day he’s offering you his jacket when you’re cold, the next he’s locking himself in the infirmary to avoid conversation.
• The crew notices. Penguin and Shachi exchange knowing grins every time Law “casually” stands closer to you. Bepo offers to “talk to him about his feelings,” which makes Law snap, “Don’t you dare.” He’s a captain, not a lovesick teenager. At least… that’s what he tries to believe.
• He starts showing it in subtle ways. He patches up your wounds first, even if others are waiting. He saves you the last cup of coffee in the galley. He lets you linger in his study while he works, saying nothing, but secretly comforted by your presence. These aren’t things he does for anyone else.
• The confession—if you can even call it that, doesn’t come in a grand gesture. It slips out when his walls are lowered. Maybe it’s late at night, after a mission, when exhaustion strips him raw. You thank him for always looking out for you, and he mutters under his breath, “Of course I do. You’re… important to me.” His voice is low, almost like he hopes you won’t hear.
• If you push, if you ask him what he means, his eyes will flicker—nervous, uncharacteristically unsure. Finally, with a sigh, he admits it. “I like you. More than I should. More than is… safe.” It’s not dramatic, it’s a confession laced with hesitation, like a man who knows how dangerous it is to love but can’t stop himself anyway.
• Once it’s out, Law doesn’t turn into a Sanji-style romantic. He doesn’t shower you with words. Instead, his love shows in the way he trusts you—really trusts you. He’ll share pieces of his past, let you see him when he’s vulnerable, let you sit in silence with him without the weight of his walls.
• Law’s crush isn’t fireworks, it’s gravity. Heavy, inescapable, pulling you into his orbit until he can’t imagine navigating the seas without you at his side.
♥️ Eustass Kid
• Kid doesn’t do soft feelings. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He thrives on rage, ambition, the rush of tearing through Marines and making the world quake. A crush? That’s weakness. But then you show up, whether as part of his crew or someone who lingers too close to his orbit and suddenly the ironclad walls he built around himself start to bend.
• The first sign is attention, though he’ll never admit it. He notices you more than he should. The way you hold yourself in a fight, the way you talk back without fear, the way you don’t flinch when he’s pissed and shouting. He hates how it draws him in. It makes him restless, snapping at his crew more than usual, because he doesn’t like not being in control of his own head.
• Unlike Law, Kid isn’t subtle. The moment jealousy kicks in, everyone knows. Some random on an island flirts with you? Kid’s looming over them in seconds, metal bristling around his arm, snarling, “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” It’s not even about romance at first it’s instinct, possessiveness burning hot in his chest.
• Killer notices immediately. He doesn’t say much, but he smirks behind his mask every time Kid gets too close to you. Eventually, he mutters something like, “You like her,” and Kid snaps back, “Shut the hell up.” But the denial is weak, and Killer knows it.
• The realization comes in battle. You’re fighting side by side, the chaos of cannon fire and screaming Marines all around. You take a blow something heavy, enough to knock you down. For a second, Kid’s rage falters, replaced by pure, gut-wrenching fear. He sees you bleeding, and it’s like the world narrows down to just that. He tears through the enemy with brutal efficiency, but his eyes keep flicking back to you, desperate to make sure you’re still breathing.
• After the fight, he storms up to you, shoving a rag into your hands, barking, “Patch yourself up, idiot. Don’t scare me like that again.” It sounds harsh, but the way his hands linger, trembling slightly, tells another story. That’s when it hits him like a freight train: he cares too much. Way too much.
• Kid handles this realization terribly. He gets meaner at first snapping at you, calling you reckless, acting pissed when you laugh at his temper. It’s his way of pushing back against feelings he doesn’t want to deal with. But it only makes him more obvious, because everyone else sees through it.
• Eventually, his frustration boils over. Maybe you tease him one day, lighthearted, and he explodes, not at you, but at himself. “Why the hell do you do this to me?!” He’s pacing, fists clenched, metal clattering around him like the storm inside his chest. When you press him, confused, he blurts it out: “I like you, alright? You happy now?!”
• It’s raw, unpolished, shouted like a battle cry instead of whispered like a secret. But that’s Kid he doesn’t sugarcoat, he doesn’t romanticize. His confession is all fire and bite, like he’s angry at himself for feeling it.
• Once it’s out, though, there’s no going back. Kid isn’t half-hearted about anything. He doesn’t “kinda like” you. He wants you with the same intensity he wants to be Pirate King. And he shows it in loud, obvious ways. Standing too close. Wrapping an arm around your waist in public. Daring anyone to even look at you wrong.
• But beneath the bluster, there’s something softer. When the crew is asleep, when it’s just the two of you under the hum of the ship, he lets it drop. He’ll admit, quietly, “You fuck me up, you know that? But I don’t care. I need you here.” It’s vulnerable, a glimpse of the man under the spikes.
• Kid’s crush isn’t gentle. It’s messy, consuming, electric. But once he realizes it, he doesn’t run. He’s not afraid of fire he lives in it. And loving you becomes another rebellion, another middle finger to a world that tried to break him.
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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i imagine this is law's internal monologue, at least when he's not thinking about sora, warrior of the sea
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- Kid had met you back when Heat and Wire had taken the crew to one of the underground punk rock bars at Water Seven, it was a place that the leftover Franky Family members frequented a lot, Mozu and Kiwi were chatting to the bartender, whilst Zambai was arm wrestling some punk for gambling money,
- You were performing that night, mainly you played on the guitar or drums, but tonight the other members of your band were too shitfaced to even be conscious enough to sing, so you had taken over the vocals whilst you played on your guitar,
- The mic chord was wrapped around your fingers, you mainly specialised in singing heavy metal or rock songs, Wire and Heat were fans of your music, they thought your voice was really good, besides, being able to scream for that long during the chorus of a particularly heavy song took some damn strength,
- The microphone had spikes on it and the chord mimicked the pattern of barbed wire, and at that moment, Kid decided you were goddamn perfect for his pirate crew,
- Recruiting you was a massive pain in the ass, not because you refused, but because Kid absolutely sucked at asking anyone anything, especially when he didn’t know them well, so he just bought you a drink of water and started to mess around with the microphone, using the metal bending devil fruit to sharpen the metal spikes into something lethal,
- You’d both started to get talking, looking past the mans aggressive demeanour, you talked about guitar ampage and how you’ve modified pedals that you’ve used with sound frequencies to help your music get louder, and Kid talked to you about the density of certain metals and how they could impact the echo of your guitar,
- And well, the Kid pirates can’t leave a good bar without an even better bar fight,
- Well, that’s another bar that they had promptly been banned from, but it didn’t really matter, there were plenty of bars around the grand line to drink and wreck havoc in,
- Once you’d gotten settled, by accepting Kid’s…threat?, well Killer had smacked him upside the head and just made a motion towards your ship,
- The first thing Kid had done, maybe it was a quiet annoyed peace offering, but he modified your mic so it could actually be used as a weapon, installing a chord so you could throw it at people,
- You had easily slipped into the role of an announcer on the crew, because what screamed more of a presence then you shouting that the kid pirates have arrived and then promptly throwing a metal microphone full force at your opponent, using the chain that Kid had installed to pull it back or tie up your opponents,
- Kid may not be great with words, but when he knows he’s done something to piss you off, he carves a small metal miniature of your home island or your favourite animal as an apology, its not plain silver metal, their small shards of metal that have been intricately painted,
- Kid has a massive workshop and he has a really damn good artistic talent for drawing and sketching out either new additions to the ship, new weapons or new formations for his massive junk collecting attack,
- Kid likes making a bunch of small mechanical spiders or centipedes, their his favourite animals and there’s always a few crawling around his workshop to hand him either paintbrushes or pens or the navigation maps to help him plot the next course for the crew to go,
- Kid actually lost his bad eye and he built himself a mechanical eye in order to keep his vision, he can change the pupils so a small shard of shrapnel can be expelled if he’s ever pinned down in a fight and can’t use his arms. Kid also built himself a mechanical arm but he doesn’t really use it unless its on a big project because its very uncomfortable against the stub of his injured arm,
- Kid really likes dinosaur skulls, after all the headpiece on the Victoria Punk is a T-Rex skull, in Kid’s early pirate captain outfit, he actually used to wear a dinosaur skull over his head, but he quickly found that it really was inconvenient as fuck during fighting, and they did a shit ton of fighting,
- When Kid can’t sleep, he reluctantly goes to your room, sometimes it was just to talk to you about something, other times because he wanted to hear you sing, after all, Kid probably would fall asleep to some rock lyrics, usually he drapes the long, red fur cloak he wears around you both whilst he sits on your bed in your quarters,
- If you want piercings? Kid is actually extremely damn good at them, with about as clean as someone can be on a pirate ship, Kid can perfectly shape a piece of metal into something that can pierce the desired part of the body that you want pierced,
- Killer owns a tattoo fun and is equally as good at art as Kid is, Killer has also done most of the tattoos that people have on the crew,
- Kid actually really likes vegetables, cabbage rolls are some of his favourite food so he actually stops by a few farms and actually barters with them rather then taking them by force, they have a few favourite farms that they visit consistently,
- Kid isnt big on public PDA, not at all really, the only person thats seen you hold hands is Killer, hes not exactly shy, Kid just doesnt like showing weakness because people close to him have been targeted before due to him being soft,
