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A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 53 - Go Back/Come Back

The past month from a different perspective.

Word Count: ~4.4k

BIG RED WARNING AHEAD, THIS CHAPTER IS DARK. Chapter includes graphic torture and noncon scenes, mutilation of genitals, and use of the f slur. Yall don't have to tell me how fucked I am for this chapter, I made myself cry writing it, I KNOW

Just over a month ago

Heat stared up at the sky, watching the dark shadow that moved through the clouds and perplexed the group that stood around him. He hadn't even noticed it before you pointed it out, but now it was unmistakably there. Too large to be a bird, far too large to be any regular zoan fruit user. Was this an attack? From whom? There were three supernova captains on this island, if the marines wanted to make their move now would be the time, but how would they know about this meeting? Was there a traitor among them? Did the marines even have air based weapons?

“The fuck?” Heat heard Kid growl, breaking him from the thread of questions running through his mind. Others were beginning to take note of the shadow, an eerie quiet falling over the gathering as the three crews looked up to the sky.

Suddenly, something fell. Something big. It sent a shockwave of air through the party, and Heat dug his feet into the ground to keep himself steady, shielding his face with his arms crossed in front of him. As soon as he deemed it safe, he looked to where you were, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw Killer had shielded you and Dawn with his body. Heat had been too far away to protect you, but he knew Killer was close, and he trusted him to protect you and the little one. As the dust settled, Killer thrust Dawn into your arms, screaming for you to run. Heat watched you leave solemnly, with no time to even say goodbye, but Killer's observation haki was better than anyone's; if he thought it was too dangerous here for you and Dawn, Heat had no doubt that it was. Even with his significantly weaker observation haki, the hairs on the back of Heat's neck raised in alarm, and he cleared his throat in preparation to breathe fire.

The three crews, and you from the safety of the castle, all watched on in horror as Kaido, one of the four emperors, raised himself up from the deep hole he'd made in the ground with his impact. He shook his head like he'd barely fallen out of bed, a dazzed, clearly drunken look to him as he observed the crews around him readying their weapons. He laughed - like these tiny, insignificant crews could hurt him, let alone kill him.

“I'll make this easy,” Kaido sighed, his bellowing voice sending its own small vibrations through the air, “since apparently I must suffer another day, you can all join my crew. Become my subordinates, return to Wano with me. Or you can just fuckin’ die, I don't care.”

The three supernova captains looked at each other, Heat making his own unsure eye contact with Wire. Kid was not one to bend the knee to anyone, and Wire's grip tightening on his trident told Heat everything he needed to know: prepare to fight. Scratchmen and Hawkins knelt, taking the coward’s route and submitting to the emperor. Kaido gave them a pleased grin, before his eyes fell to Kid and he scowled and the small man who dared to defy him.

“Kneel,” he growled.

“Suck my left nut,” Kid roared back, flipping him off with his metal arm.

Suddenly, Kaido's fist was flying at Kid, knocking him and those around him back with a powerful shockwave. The three Kid Pirate commanders were knocked back, each digging in their heels and remaining upright, Killer's punishers whirling to life as the battle officially commenced. The other two crews immediately turned on them and the brawl began as Kid gathered metal to form a giant hand, making his move to fight back against Kaido.

The fight didn't last long. Despite all their strength, they were vastly outnumbered, against crews with their own powerful devil fruit wielding captains. Kid was knocked out by a giant haki coated fist from the emperor, and Heat, along with his comrades, all called for him to get up, before watching in horror as Kaido dragged him by his ankle and dangled him upside down like a doll. The metal from his arm as well as strings of fresh blood dripped from the captain's seemingly lifeless body as it was swung back and forth by the bored looking emperor. Double was the next to go down, he had never been suited for hand to hand fighting, and without his gun he was all but useless, doing his best to fight back the enemy with nothing but a small dagger. Mohawk went down trying to help him, the two lying unconscious in the dirt, blood pouring from Double's body in a way nonconforming with life.

Heat and Wire fought back to back, overwhelmed by the number of skilled enemies, taking down as many as they could until long strands of straw wrapped around the two of them as Hawkins bound them together, rendering them defeated. Heat tried to burn the straw with his fire, but he was squeezed too tight to take in enough breath, let alone expel fire. Killer was the last to go down; with no other allies on his side, he too was eventually chained and stripped of his weapons. He fought to the end, crushing an enemy's skull with a headbutt from his mask, but knocking himself out in the process.

The Kid Pirates were all loaded on to the Victoria Punk, chained in the brig, in their own ship's cells, an additional layer of humiliation for the defeated crew. A significant portion of the crew were missing, no doubt still laying dead on the island. Heat mourned for them, and he mourned for you no doubt having to deal with those bodies, but at the very least he didn't see you or Dawn brought on board, so he had to assume you were both safe. As the ship sailed away and Killer came to, he confirmed with his haki that you were nowhere on board, as well as confirming the number of crew missing. Heat prayed silently to whatever god would listen that it would stay that way, even if it meant never seeing you again.

The journey to Wano was long and hard. The crew weren't given any food, barely any water between them - only what they needed to survive. Kaido wanted them alive; the Kid Pirates were a strong crew, he wanted to break Kid and acquire strong subordinates. Hearing that from the enemy at least gave the commanders hope that Kid was alive somewhere. Kaido needed him alive, the crew would do as he asked if Kid folded, but they would die before they took commands from Kaido instead. When they made it to the closed country, taken up to the mainland via the official port, they were chained together in a long line and escorted to the capital by foot. Kid was absent, Heat didn't know where he was, he must have been moved already by Kaido. Killer was separated from them, taken to the same prison but held elsewhere within it, no doubt to try and break him. Heat and Wire were thrown in a cell with several others, just a bare bones dirt floor with a hole in the corner to shit in and nothing else, the iron cell bars open to the outside, revealing a courtyard of similar cells. They were given only what was needed to survive, minimal water in cracked clay pots and dumplings made of rice flour, thrown into the dirt. Heat and Wire spent many nights clutching each other for warmth and comfort, Wire's coat wrapped around the two of them for protection against the cool night air.

It was on the second week there that they started taking crewmates from the cells, trying to break each one. A few of the henchmen cracked, seen again later in Beast Pirate attire, laughing and mistreating prisoners like they hadn't once been one. Heat wasn't much surprised, many of the henchmen were cowards, that's why they never lasted long. Others would come back broken, bruised and cut and covered in their own blood. Heat didn't know what was being done to them, they always came back with an empty look in their eyes, refusing to speak on it. One night one of them found a loose piece of metal on the cell bars. Heat watched them dragging his body away in the morning, his skin pale from blood loss, his arms slit from wrist to elbow. Heat held Wire tighter that night.

And then, it was Heat's turn. They dragged him away from Wire, the two of them fighting to stay together until they were beaten into submission. When he tried to breath fire at them he was quickly gagged, not that he had the energy to produce more than a flicker of flame. They pulled Heat to a large room, with wooden floors stained with blood, and walls lined with hooks, chains, mounted tools for torture, and a large metal table in the center of the room. The room held other things that made Heat gag given the context, pieces of furniture he knew were purpose built for sex, but in this room were no doubt used for rape. There was a scent of iron and rot in the air that made Heat's nose burn, the floor still wet with blood from a previous victim.

“Look at his hair,” one man laughed, pulling Heat's long blue locks roughly, making him hiss, “it's like a girl. This guy some sort of fag or what?”

“You see him cuddling with the tall one?” Another mocked, “definitely a fag. The other one has fucking thigh high fishnets for fucksake, like a fucking prostitute. This one is no better, look at his corset, he's wearing chick's clothes.”

“I think ‘he’ is too kind,” another said, “look at the freak, it looks like a fucking zombie. Stitched up freak.”

All Heat could do was grit his teeth and bare it, the gag in his mouth groaning under the pressure he was putting on it, as the Beast Pirates circled him and shouted insults. He wasn't in the position to fight, with his wrists and ankles bound, a chain connecting between them keeping him from raising his arms. The men circled him, like a swarm of vultures, like he was already dead meat.

The first few hours of torture were tolerable. Heat had a high pain tolerance, barely giving the enemy the satisfaction of him making a noise. They didn't like that. They wanted him to scream, to cry, to break and swear his loyalty. But he wouldn't break. So they turned to new methods, crueler ones.

Heat's clothes were stripped from him, and he was strapped to a St. Andrews Cross. “Ey, look at this,” one man laughed, batting Heat's flaccid cock like a cat with a toy mouse, “the faggot has piercings on his cock!”

“How the fuck do you fuck with those?” One noted, “he must just always take it up the ass. He really is a fag!”

The men continued to laugh and call Heat slurs, describing all the awful things they wanted to do to him before they finally began the next phase of their torture. First, they used the piercings to connect to a power source, sending high volts of electricity through the metal, searing the skin around them. Heat swore his teeth would break from how hard he was biting down on the gag, and he tasted blood as his gums began to strain against the pressure on his teeth. They did the same to his nipples, before attaching weights to the piercings. The weight hung from them was increased bit by bit, until one man decided to slap the weights, and the skin on his nipples tore to release the piercings. Heat let out a groan as blood ran down his front in twin trails, the first sound they'd managed to get him to make.

Riding on their victory, the pirates focused on his dick piercings next. They tugged and pulled on them, before tearing each one out with a set of pliers. Heat couldn't hold back his pained sounds anymore as the skin on his flaccid cock was torn over and over, leaving his dick bleeding as he panted from the pain, almost passing out a few times. He was dizzy and nauseous, but they weren't done with him yet.

One man noted that with his long air, slender build and decent ass, from the back they could pass him off as a woman. Another noted that Heat probably wanted to be fucked in the ass, given their perception of him. Heat fought his restraints, he knew where this was going. It wasn't like he'd never taken it in the ass, Wire had fucked him plenty of times, but Wire would never hurt him. Wire took his time making sure he was ready, with adequate lubrication and the opportunity to stop whenever Heat hit a limit. He knew these men would not give him that, he would be forced to take it regardless of how much it hurt. He would not beg for them to have mercy though, he was a Kid Pirate, he was stronger than that. He would not beg. He would make his captain proud, he would not let these men break him.

He didn't beg as they strapped him into some sort of stockade. It was metal, a H shape on the ground, his wrists and ankles cuffed at each tip, forcing him onto all fours. In the centre a small cushioned area held his chest up, dried blood caked to it, an attached collar keeping his head in place. He could move his hips, barely, and that was about it. He didn't beg as they tugged on his bleeding cock as it hung beneath him, he didn't beg as one man knelt behind him and spat on his ass, and he didn't beg as a cock was forced inside him, splitting him open with a searing pain, the tight rings of unprepared muscle tearing and bleeding with each hard thrust. At least by some small mercy the blood added to the lubrication. He lost count of how many men came inside him or finished on his ass, some of them even trying to jerk off his injured cock, like trying to force pleasure from him somehow made it any better. None of them were successful, it hurt too much.

Heat thought maybe once they'd had their fun, he would be taken back to Wire, like the others had been taken back to their cells. He would have the opportunity to hide under Wire's cloak and cry; he couldn't do that here, he refused to show them any weakness. But the Beast Pirates decided they liked him too much. They liked the way he whimpered, despite how hard he tried not to make a sound. They liked pulling on his hair, and smacking his cock, which was now red and infected after several days without treatment. They kept him chained in that stockade, sometimes with a plug in his ass, keeping him ready for anyone who might decide to use him for some relief. When he lost the strength to hold his rear end up, they wrapped a chain around his waist and attached it to the ceiling, making sure his ass was always on display. It was just as well he hadn't eaten in a while, because they gave him no opportunity to use the bathroom. The room stunk of piss now, from the times Heat had no choice but to go where he was. The wood underneath him was soaked with it, his knees beginning to burn from being stuck kneeling in it.

They forced crappy alcohol into his mouth, leaving him drunk sometimes, which was at least a little better than dealing with his situation sober. It was easier when he was dizzy with intoxication, and at least he could breathe without the gag, they knew he didn't have it in him to breathe fire at them in his current state. At some point the fever spread, his whole body consumed by the fire, making him sweat and shiver, delirious and slipping in and out of consciousness. That didn't stop them from using his body, raping him regardless of if he was awake. At some point a new gag was put on him, one with a phallus that was forced down his through, making him choke around it. He passed out from hyperventilating, his brain taking over breathing for him, waking later as some asshole came over his back.

Heat wasn't sure how long they kept him there, but as the fever consumed him he began to have hallucinations. Your ghostly image stroking his hair and cooing soothing words was all that kept his spirit intact. He entirely dissociated from the real world, letting his fevered dreams and visions keep his attention instead, not that he had much choice. He was still naked the entire time, and with no warmth or proper water, the fever was slowly killing him. At least with the hallucinations, you would be the last thing he saw. He could take solace in that at least.

Back in his cell, Wire watched the sliver of Heat's vivre he kept hidden away in his pocket get smaller and smaller every day. He shook the bars of his cell, screamed for the guards to take him instead, but his cries went unanswered. He curled up in the corner of his cell and under the cover of his coat, he let himself sob. There was nothing he could do. He didn't know where Heat was, he had no way to help him, all he could do was wait for his best friend to die. He wasn't sure Heat even knew how much he loved him, with everything going on with you and Dawn, Wire hadn't felt like it was his place to say anything. He thought he was content to live on the outskirts of Heat's life as his best friend and occasional lover, but now he desperately wished he had the opportunity to tell Heat how he really felt.

“Wire?” A voice he hadn't heard in weeks shook him from his breakdown. Your purple visor glinted under the moonlight as you stood on the other side of his cell bars. A moment later and the bars were gone, torn from the walls by Kid, who stood at your side. Killer stood at your other, dressed strangely in a kimono, the lower half of his face bandaged to hide his mouth in the absence of his mask. “It's you! Oh thank fuck!” You cried, running and jumping at him knocking him back from his seated position, your arms wrapped around his neck. He returned the hug with shakey hands as you littered kisses over his face, a level of affection he'd never received from you before, but you were just so damn happy to see him. “Where's Heat?” You asked, eyes and voice full of hope. Wire blinked at you, opening his hand to reveal the burning vivre. He didn't know what to say, he knew the vivre would hurt you as much as it was hurting him, he didn't know what he could say to lessen that hurt. You were silent for a moment, pulling away from him as you looked at the flickering paper. “Where?” You said coldly. Your mood had entirely changed. You weren't stupid, Heat was somewhere and he was dying. Someone was making him die. Someone was hurting your lover, killing him. You were furious, ready to burn the world and everyone in it to find him.

“I- I don't know,” Wire replied in a husky voice. His throat was dry from dehydration and crying. “They took him weeks ago and never brought him back. I think he might be still on the grounds, but I don't know. You have to find him, please.”

The vivre in Wire's hand jumped to the side, and you stood abruptly and flicked the settings on your mask, wordlessly staring in the same direction as it moved to scan for Heat, praying he was still nearby. There was a silhouette of a defeated looking man in your vision, and that was enough for you to move. You didn't even bother to look for a path to him, seeing red as you walked forward, creating holes in any wall that appeared before you. The men followed behind you as you stormed through the prison, Kid using his power to remove any metal ahead of you, and Killer cutting down guards with a set of stolen swords. Wire wobbled along behind, weakened but determined to get to Heat.

You came to a standstill as you opened the wall to the room where Heat was held. Unconscious, gagged, covered in blood and wounds and what looked like dried cum. Below him was a puddle of dried blood and what smelt like piss, a thick dildo hanging out of his ass, his skin clammy and sweating. A man stood behind him, holding the dildo in one hand, his own cock in the other. He was frozen in shock, staring at the hole you'd made in the wall. In a instant the man was a pool of blood, turned to pink mist within a tube of air you built around him to protect Heat from the fallout.

Another man stood at Heat's front, clearly frozen in the middle of jerking himself off over Heat's face. He scurried backwards in fear as you rushed at him with a feral scream, grabbing him by the throat before heating his body to the point of boiling his organs. You watched his eyes melt in his skull and drip down his face, your own hand blistering as his skin bubbled, but in your fury you paid it no mind. The man slid from your grasp, the skin you had been holding no longer connected enough to keep his body up as it slipped to the ground at your feet. You flicked your hand to rid it off the goopy remnants of his degloved skin, head on a swivel as you searched the room for your next target. The others had already taken care of them, bodies laying on the ground with their heads cracked open and their guts spilled out over the floor.

Enemies cleared, your attention turned to Heat. Wire was already kneeling at his side, pulling the dildo from him carefully as Kid released the metal cuffs and collar and chains that bound him. His body collapsed to the side, unable to hold himself up without the restraints, weakened by lack of movement and fever and starvation. Wire held him gingerly as you carefully removed his gag, scowling as you revealed the silicone cock that had been shoved down Heat's throat. You threw it to the side and cupped Heat's face with your hands. His skin was red hot, his cheeks flushed with fever, his eyes barely open and rolling in the sockets, unable to focus.

“Heat, baby, look at me,” you pleaded, “I'm here, it's gonna be okay. Wire's right here too, we're all here. We're gonna get you somewhere safe okay? Mohawk is gonna have you fixed up in no time, just stay with us.”

“[Y/n]?” Heat mumbled under his breath. Wire raised a brow at the name but now wasn't the time to question it.

“Yes baby, it's me,” you cried, “I'm right here.” It didn't bother you that Heat had revealed your real name in front of Wire and Kid, all that mattered was hearing his voice.

“Love you,” he said weakly.

“I love you too Heat, so much,” you wept. Heat's head fell limp in your hands, and a sob errupted from you as you called to Heat to come back to you. Killer pulled you away so Kid could pick Heat up, Wire not being in a state where he could carry Heat himself. Wire, feeling just as upset and defeated as you, took you in his arms, letting you sob against his chest. Soft moments with Wire were rare, so feeling his tears against your hair made it all the more real how awful the whole situation was.

With some convincing Killer managed to drag the two of you away. What remained of the crew that were alive and still loyal were gathered, and you were happy to see the newbies still there, even Quincy was a sight for sore eyes. Killer's mask was retrieved from his old cell, and together the crew fought their way out with stolen weapons, stealing what supplies they could on the way, though it was clear Wano was well behind the times when it came to medical supplies.

They needed to rest and tend to Heat before making the journey to the ship, so you all went back to the run down town you'd left this morning, the crew scattering themselves in whatever houses they could find that still had enough of a roof to shelter them. Mohawk did what he could for Heat with the supplies he had, but he had no antibiotics to give him. He hoped the ship would still have some, otherwise Heat would need to fight the infection on his own. You helped Mohawk clean and bandage Heat as best you could, Wire helping as well where he was able, but until the journey to the ship was made tomorrow, all anyone could do was hope. Mohawk had at least been able to steal some medicinal herbs from the prison, which he packed into Heat's wounds in the hope they would help fight the infection. It wasn't much but it was all he could do, though he couldn't bring himself to pack them into the wounds on his cock. You and Wire stayed by Heat's side all night, each taking a hand and refusing to let go. Others came and went, Killer ultimately deciding to sleep beside you, and Kid beside him, the five of you laying on the cold rotting floor of the broken down house, praying for a miracle.

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Me finding out discord is down so i cant talk to my fwiends

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All i could think about when I saw this post was the hey doc series and how flustered some of the boys would be hearing some of those key terms, like sleeper agent triggers 😂

Shut up, Captain.

Hey Doc Masterlist

Word Count: 1,900+

Art by @thenotsofantasticlifestory. Check out Sto's other works!!

Synopsis: Wire comes into the medical bay and you're immediately springing to action. A crowd gathers at the door as they listen to you and Wire share a moment together that sounds far from innocent.

Themes: Wire x gn!reader, suggestive themes, spicy language, Kid Pirates x reader, surgery, blood, extractions, you are 'Doc' - the doctor of the Kid Pirates.

Notes: The way I cackled when I saw this ask, obsession. I didn't know which way I wanted to go with it, but I'm glad I went this way. I hope you like it too!

“Hey Doc?” A panicked voice called from your door, “Emergency, honey. Help. It-... It's stuck.” Turning in your seat, you took one moment at the tall, hooded commander’s face and immediately dropped your jaw.

“Wire.”

“It looks worse than-.”

“-Sit in the cot, Wire,” you ordered him, immediately moving to fetch your gloves hidden in your desk drawer. Turning directly around, you drew over to your office door and flicked the latch to lock the notch fully secured as you always would before you began a serious consultation.

You flicked your gloves in your hand as you made your way over to your sterile equipment to acquire all you need to treat the larger man. Drawing them over your fingertips with haste and a smack of the ring at your wrist, you flew into action with a haste you didn't recognise.

As he drew casually over to the bay and made himself comfortable reclining against the chair, you immediately bodied his chest with your elbows to pin him back against the surface. He looked at you with wide eyes as you bore down your weight on him.

“Listen to me really carefully, Wire,” you utter softly and firmly towards him. “You need to follow every single thing I have to say, alright? Nod for me.”

The taller man did as he was told, bobbing his head gently up and down while darting his eyes between yours.

“Good job. Now hold still.”

Stomping with heavy leather boot heels through the lengthy corridor on the Victoria Punk, Eustass Captain Kid’s amber eyes fell on an unusual sight gathered at the door to his doctor’s quarters.

Ears pressed to the door, eyes wide, bodies tense, and faces otherwise shocked: Bubblegum, Heat, Boogie, Killer, and Hop stood in momentary stasis as if frozen in fear. The only indication that there was no fear to be had was the rosy blush blooming on their faces, ears and trickling down their necks. Each person was red-faced while darting their pupils away from the door alongside leaning in closer.

“The fuck are you all do-?”

“-Shut up, Captain!” The joint hiss reverberated from the chasms of the chests and flooded from the lips of the small crowd. Kid curled his upper lip, flinching a little in shock at the immediate reaction. Arching his shoulders back and rolling his neck to relieve some tension, He took two steps forward and crouched in front of the door. Lowering his voice as he drew his eyes directly in front of Hop’s closed ones, he bore his intensity directly into her.

“What the fuck are we all doing?” he whispered softly. Hop opened her eyes but continued to stare at the door while her ears pricked up.

“Doc is domming Wire,” she hushed her tone in response. Kid’s eyes widened briefly, nudging her head out of the way to press his ear directly to the door.

"Open up more for me. Go on, I know you can stretch wider."

“Mmmmghfh-!”

“That's it, Wire. Doing so good for me. Keep it up just like that and you'll be finished soon enough.”

Kid recoiled away from the door, staring at the wood in disbelief before darting his eyes around the crew in front of him. Each of the five in front all drew up a dark blush on the skin revealed to him. Killer's flushed neck swelled as his Adams apple bobbed back a collection of saliva.

“Kil, how long have they been at this?” Kid hissed through clenched teeth at his first mate. Killer choked back a small cough and turned his mask towards Kid.

“About an hour,” the blonde responded, moving his ear towards the door and attempting to peer through the locked port in the door.

"Little bit of pressure coming up, just lay back and let me do the work," you purred affectionately at the taller commander. "I'm gonna have to push down on your tongue to keep it from flapping around too much.”

A muffled groan rose from Wire’s chest, causing the audience to internally shriek at the sentence.

“Since when does Wire get dominated?” Kid whispered down to Heat. The scarred firebreather glanced up at his captain and turned his head to the side.

“He doesn't. That's why we're all shocked as hell that it's happening-.” Heat’s voice cut off mid sentence as a particularly shuddered, keening whimper sprung up into the air from behind the door.

"Can you hold it a little longer, or do you need a break?" you asked, steady voice never wavering, "Almost there. I promise I'm really close, Wire. Just a little longer, and a tiny bit more pressure, and it'll come."

“Gods,” Boogie whispered softly, turning his head to the side and shrieking internally, “I really don't think we should be listening in on this. Kind of private-.”

“-Shut it, Boogie,” Kid whispered hurriedly, leaning in closer and listening to the sounds of soft rocking and moans from Wire expelling out. “This is a once in a lifetime thing. Didn't think Doc had it in ‘em to take on Wire, but bloody hell.”

At one more extremely loud moan, a joint sigh of relief was heard between both you and Wire. There were immediate sounds of sucking and suctioning mixed with fluids being spat into a bucket beside you both.

"Oh, so good Wire,” you praised him further, smacks of latex leaving your hands as the material fled from your skin, “Did such a good job. We got there in the end, didn't we?”

“Thanks, Doc,” Wire gasped through sputters of breath, “I'll get out of your hair now. Thanks for taking care of me, honey.” The sound of Wire’s breathy pants, his exclamation punctuated by his announcement of his next steps, and shuddered exhale caused the audience to jolt back from the door and begin to scatter throughout the hallway.

“Alright then, Wire. Just leave me with the clean up, why don't you?” you laugh over your shoulder as he unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway. Immediately meeting with an audience of six gathered over the threshold, he took a moment to peer down at them and furrow his brows.

“What the hells are you all doing out here?” Wire queeried with his brow arched and mouth slightly swollen larger than it was earlier in the day. Each person began to ‘um’ and ‘ah’ for excuses until Kid stepped forward and began his line of questioning.

“Knew you had the hots for Doc, but didn't think you'd actually act on it.” He shrugged, peering on past Wire as you halted your clean up at your sterilization bay. “Good on you, Wire. Weird that you'd let ‘em dom you immediately. Would've thought you'd-.”

“-What the fuck, Captain?” you call, turning around with your face flushed and eyes wild with rage. “This isn't a brothel, this is a medical bay. One: if I was to take a lover, it wouldn't be in this fucking space.” You gesture to the room and begin to step towards your captain with rage in every step, “And, two: Wire was literally just sitting in a chair with his mouth open while I was fishing glass out of the inside of his cheeks.”

Eustass Kid looked from you, then to Wire who's lips parted to reveal pink-stained gauze on the inside of his lips. Before Kid had an opportunity to ask the question as to ‘why’, you immediately answered.

“Some idiot accidentally placed glass in an ice bucket on the top deck. Wire made himself a drink with it, and as soon as he took a sip, several shards of glass split the insides of his mouth,” you growled, gently shooing Wire from your space alongside the rest of the crew at the door, “Thanking the gods that he didn't swallow it, and chose to spit it as soon as he realized, but the damage was done.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you snarled sarcastically at your loitering crowd while waving Wire on with a smile. The rest of the crowd fled the scene, Heat catching up with Wire and asking him follow up questions about the ice, and whether it was discarded before Dive got to it. Wire spoke to the best of his abilities with the gauze in his cheeks, but Heat managed to understand due to the fact that he spoke similarly when he first got his facial scars.

The only two members that remained were you and the captain, who was staring down directly at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You furrowed your brows in puzzlement, scrunching up your nose and glaring at him.

“What?” you asked with a small hint of venom in your tone. Kid took a step towards you, narrowing his eyes and judging your expression with his curiosity.

“Nothin’,” he snarled in return, lips pouting as he upturned his chin away from you, “Just sounded like you were getting cozy with the giant, is all.”

You growled up at him, taking a step forward and almost chest to chest with your captain as you bore into him with your fury. He couldn't help but then back around to face you, taken aback by your rage.

“If I did, it would not be in my medical bay for the same reason you don't take a partner in your workshop,” you snapped at him, pushing him from your door into the hallway with every step forward. “This is my space. A space where I do my job and take care of my crew. This is my sanctuary, my domain, and I will not desolate the space by claiming a lover in it. Now,” you shoved him back with your hands on his pectorals and watched as he stepped back to overemphasize your shove.

“I have a medical bay to clean and sanitize,” you whisper, taking the door in your hands and beginning to close the door, “So, do your job and get us closer to the Heart Pirates so I can switch out with them and see what their med bay is like-.” You attempted to shut the door, halted by a metal hand drawing up to grip the top of the frame.

“-Oh, come on,” he smirked down at you, tilting his head to the side and drawing his body closer, “You haven't even thought about it once?”

“No,” you utter firmly, prying the metal from your door and slapping at it, “Now do your job, and leave me to mine.” Kid chuckled at your tone of voice, lifting his metal hand up and releasing your door from his grip.

“You sure you wanna go through with this, Doc?” he asked you, his smirk leaving him and replaced by a genuine look of uncertainty, “Don't wanna lose you to them if I can help it.” His tangerine colored eyes scanned yours, darting between them as you softened your features with a sigh.

“I'd never leave you, Cap,” you reassured him, reaching your hand up and clapping him on the shoulder. Sharing a soft moment with him, neither of you speaking while he gazed down at you, you ruined the moment by whispering as intimately and quietly as you could towards him.

“Now get the fuck out of my space.”

“Aye, Doc,” he cackled, releasing the door entirely and stepping away from your medical bay, “And we'll be seeing the Polar Tang in about a day.” You nod with a smirk, closing the door in your captain’s face and returning to cleaning up the mess left behind by Wire’s accident with the glass in his drink.

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they grow up so fast 🩷

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So I was wondering how many chapters of the Ship full of Monsters is out so far, I was rereading it this morning and on chapter 9 it says to be continued but I feel like I remember there being more than that, Just wondering :D Hope you're having a great day!

Ah it is indeed 11, i probably forgot to add the links for the last few to the [next chapter] and masterlists, whoops! Thanks for bringing this to my attention! I'll fix the links later but for now you can find the other chapters on A03! Link in my pinned 😊

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🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 52 - Rapid Fire Nut Machine

This is just smut.

Word Count: ~5.4k

A/N: WE ARE SO BACK! Thanks you your patience 💕

After several hours of being lost in thought, almost dozing off as you waited, you finally got your answer as to who had won what you assumed was an inevitable fight between Kid and Kamazo. You heard his eerie laughter echoing through the destroyed village, a singular set of heavy footfalls on the dirt road getting louder as as he got closer. You didn't bother to cloak yourself, if he wanted to find you he would have no problem doing so with his haki, but he also had no real reason to find you. At least you hoped that was the case. If Kid was dead, you were probably of no use to him either. But maybe he just wanted revenge for knocking him out, maybe his bloodlust was bringing him to you.

Regardless, as he got closer you pulled your dagger from the harness on your thigh, superheating the blade until it was searingly hot as the bandaged face of Kamazo came into view through the half-collapsed doorway, like something from a horror film. You held your breath steady the way you'd been taught in the marines, you wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of scaring you, or taking your life. If it was you versus him, so be it, you had a daughter waiting for you. Killer would understand, he'd sacrifice himself a thousand times over to save you, he would never fault you for killing the pretender who had taken control of his body.

Kamazo eyed the blade warily as he stooped to pass under the doorframe, approaching you slowly with a short laugh. Your hand was shakier than you expected as you pointed your dagger at him, and you swore you saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes as they flicked between you and the white-hot blade. Try as you might, your fear was beginning to set in, but it wasn't fear of death. Your devil fruit outmatched him tenfold. It was fear of killing the man who wore your lover's face that really scared you.

“Don't come any closer,” you warned, “I don't want to fight you, but I fuckin’ will. I won't let you keep me from my daughter.”

“Is Dawn okay? Fa-fa-fa-fa,” he asked, his voice a little choked. Your brows raised a little, knife lowering slightly at the unexpected question.

“She's- she's fine,” you replied hesitantly.

“And you?” He took a slow step towards you, making you back up and raise your blade again, “[Y/n], are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I'm fine,” you spat, “no thanks to you, or Kid.”

“He told me he hit you,” he sighed before a short bout of laughter took him. He coughed as he struggled to suppress it, shaking his head like he was bothered with himself before turning his attention back to you. “I told him to stay away while I came to find you, he's cooling off in that house he said you showed him. Are you okay? Did he badly hurt you?”

Something was off about Kamazo. He was too calm, too quiet, too in control of his movements. He should have attacked you by now. And… he called you by your name. Your real name, the one only those closest to you knew, shared with them in an act of love and trust. Your blade cooled as it lowered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you looked carefully at his icy blues and recognized the love in them that had been missing during your previous encounters.

“Killer?” You whispered, like if you spoke too loudly you might scare away the small dash of hope you had. Killer let out a deep sigh of relief and nodded as he stepped towards you, quickly stopping as he saw the way you recoiled. “Please- please don't touch me,” you quickly stuttered, eyes pointed at the floor, “you look like… him.”

It took a moment for Killer to understand what you meant, before he started tearing the bandages from his face and the ones that held his hair in a tight ponytail. Deciding that still wasn't enough, he stripped his clothes off too, dumping his cloak and kimono to the floor and kicking off his shoes, leaving him in only the local traditional version of underwear. He looked more like himself now, his bangs in their rightful place hanging over his face, his goatee fluffy as ever, though the usually well groomed sides of his face were overgrown and rugged. On his arm was the same scar he'd gotten protecting you from that dragon creature, what felt like an age ago. Across his chest was a deep gash, red and angry and barely scabbed over, though it didn't seem to bother him much.

“Kil, you're hurt,” you said softly, taking a nervous step towards him.

“I'm okay,” he replied, carefully holding your arms as you reached out to inspect his wound, “are you okay?”

“I am now,” you sniffed, before letting him embrace you properly as a sob broke harshly from you, “I was so scared, I thought they broke you for good. I'm sorry for knocking you out.”

“You did what you had to,” he replied, pressing a kiss into your hair as he slid your visor off, flicking your seastone bracelet for you, “I wasn't me, you had to protect yourself. Fa-fa-fa-fa.” Killer growled softly to himself at the laughter, “sorry, I can't control the laughing.”

“I know, it's okay,” you sniffed, cupping his face with your hands, stroking your thumbs over his cheeks, “I know they made you eat a defective SMILE. I'm so sorry Kil, I tried to find a fix but I just kept killing them.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The SMILE, it's changing your brainwaves,” you explained, “I can feel them, and I can feel where they get muddled, but when I tried to alter them on a few other SMILE fruit victims I accidentally killed them instead.”

“Ah, I see,” he hummed, “it's fine. I've got you in my arms, that's all that matters. Where's Dawnie?”

“The Heart Pirates are looking after her for me,” you sighed. Killer sensed your exhaustion and guided you to sit on the floor, pulling you into his lap so he could hold you properly and wrapping his cloak around you both. “Do you… do you know if Heat is alive?”

“He was last time I saw him, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa,” Killer soothed you, rubbing your back with gentle circles. Just being close to him was a balm, hearing his familiar steady heartbeat and his calming voice, even despite the random bouts of laughter. “They were keeping us all alive, in the hopes that Kid would crack and Kaido would gain a crew's worth of subordinates. They're near the capital. We'll go to find them tomorrow, Kid wants to rest first.”

“I don't give a shit what Kid wants,” you growled. Killer sighed heavily before tilting you back and lifting your shirt to inspect the bruise Kid had given you.

“He didn't mean it,” Killer insisted, inspecting the fist sized patch of purple skin, “and I know he regrets it. Just give him time to pull his head out of his ass, fa-fa-fa-fa.”

“He's a fucking asshole,” you grumbled, pulling your shirt down and nuzzling back into Killer's chest.

“You're not wrong, fa-fa-fa-fa,” that laugh may have perhaps been genuine. His head rested against yours as he squeezed you tighter to him, breathing in your comforting scent. He was at least glad that he didn't remember a great deal of the last month, it made it easier to ignore his hurting heart. It made him feel for you though, you hadn't been as lucky; all on your own, no doubt scared and lonely and having to protect his daughter all on your own. “I love you, [y/n],” he whispered, “thank you for coming to get us. And for not letting us drown. Kid is thankful too, he just needs to get his shit together, he's been through a lot as well. I'm sorry for putting you both through so much bullshit.”

“It's not your fault, it's Kaido's,” you grumbled, “I'm gonna kill that fucking snake.”

“Kid wants to go after him as well, once we find the others,” Killer hummed, “you don't have to do this on your own anymore.”

“I missed you, Kil,” you sniffed, turning in his lap so you could bury your face in his shoulder, “I was so fucking scared.” Killer shifted uncomfortably at your movement and you quickly realised why, feeling the hardness between your legs as you shifted to straddle his lap. You looked down between your bodies, seeing the clear tent that was barely contained by his fundoshi. “Oh.” You said quietly.

“Sorry…fa-fa-fa-fa,” Killer cleared his throat and looked away, like he was ashamed of himself, “here you are spilling out your heart after what must have been a fucking awful month, and I can't control my fucking cock.”

“It's okay Kil,” you soothed, reaching down to free his erection, making him let out a stuttered breath as you took it in your hand. It was so pleasantly heavy in your palm, you'd forgotten how pretty his cock was. “Let me warm you,” you whispered in a sultry tone, pulling aside your panties and lining him up. You'd missed him so bad, it didn't take much to get you wet just thinking about feeling him inside you.

“You don't have to do that,” he bit his lip as you sank down torturously slowly, letting out a long groan and closing his eyes as your cunt moulded around him. There was a sting from lack of preparation, but the pleasure of being connected to your lover after so long apart far outweighed it. His hands rested on your thighs as you met his base, and you let out a soft sigh as his thumbs rubbed circles on your skin. “Fuck, I forgot how good your cunt feels.”

“I missed having you fill me,” you sighed contently as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest. His heart was beating much faster now, you weren't surprised. If his month had been anything like Kid's, he probably hadn't had a moment to himself and was immensely pent up, it was no wonder he got hard so easily. As though to emphasise your thoughts, Killer pressed his face against your shoulder, groaning as his grip on your thighs tightened.

“Please,” he whimpered, desperate to feel you riding him. He didn't need to beg any further, he felt so good inside you that you couldn't help but raise your hips. Kid was right, what you'd done with him was purely comfort. This was different; with your lover inside you, you felt more complete than you had in weeks. You wished Heat was here beside you as well, but you were thankful that you at least had this moment to share with Killer. To feel his warm body against yours and his hot breath on your ear as his hands guided you to rise and fall, his cheek pressed against yours, sweat mingling between your bodies. You turned your head slightly to meet his eyes, half lidded as yours were, but full of love and adoration.

You weren't sure who kissed who, but your lips were crashing together in a wet and desperate manner. His tongue was quick to seek entry and your own was eager to rub against his, whining into his mouth as he moved one hand to circle your clit with his thumb. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours, his hand on your cheek to hold you close, “I can't, I can't-”

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, a sad tint to your voice. Maybe it was too soon, maybe he'd been through things you couldn't fathom and it was too much for him.

“NO!” he shouted quickly, “don't stop, fuck, please don't stop. I just- I can't hold back much longer. Fuck, I'm- I'm gonna cum.”

“Me too,” you whined, the coil in the pit of your stomach pulling tighter and tighter by the second, “cum with me, cum with me.”

“Fuck, I love you [y/n],” Killer cried out before capturing your mouth again, thrusting up into you with increasing desperation and rubbing your clit hard. He held back as long as he could, but your pussy fluttering and contracting around him was too much, and the deep moan you let out into his mouth was all the permission he needed as you shook. He replied with his own moans, shuddering as he spilled out inside you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as you stilled, both of you panting hard and using the other's shoulder as support. The two of you stayed like that for a long time, his cock softening but kept warm inside you, neither of you willing to break that connection of bodies after a month apart. No words were spoken, because none needed to be said. The way he held you told you everything you needed to know. You were safe, you were held, and everything was going to be okay.

You spent the night wrapped in Killer's arms, neither of you willing to let go of the other, just overly thankful to have each other back. Killer had laid down his kimono to insulate against the rotting floor, pulling his coat over you both as a blanket, the purple fluff on the collar tickling your face as you woke. You almost screamed as you opened your eyes properly and realised Kid was sitting right there on the other side of Killer. Your sudden jolt woke the blonde, immediately putting him in fight mode as he grabbed Kid and raised his fist ready to punch. He let out a heavy breath as he realised it was just Kid, shoving him away with an annoyed groan and laying back down.

“For fucksake Kid,” Killer grumbled, pulling his kimono on to wrap around himself, while you hastily gathered your own clothes and dressed, “what happened to ‘DO NOT LEAVE THIS ROOM’?”

“I got bored,” Kid huffed like an indignant child, “and I thought you'd come back last night. I missed you too, you know.”

“You punched my girlfriend,” Killer replied flatly, “you can spend one fucking night on your own like a big boy, since you wanna go around acting like a big tough guy.”

“Alright, whatever, I'm sorry okay!” Kid yelled.

“I'm not the one you have to apologise to, fa-fa-fa-fa,” Killer responded, looking at you. Kid huffed but followed Killer's line of sight. He met your eyes for a moment before his shyed away, scratching the back of his head awkwardly at his guilt. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He grumbled something inaudible under his breath and Killer smacked him over the back of his head.

“Fuck! You ain't gotta hit me!” Kid snapped.

“I could say the same,” you pouted.

“Okay, sorry, jeez,” Kid mumbled, “I was an asshole, I shouldn't have punched you. I'm sorry.”

“You're not forgiven,” you said plainly.

“What!?” Kid roared, “but I fuckin’ apologized! All genuine and shit!”

“Doesn't mean I have to forgive you,” you replied, “it took me months to learn to trust you, you think you can get that back after one fucking apology? I deserve retribution.”

“Fine, whatever,” Kid huffed, “what do you want then?”

You though about it for a moment before whispering something to Killer that Kid couldn't hear. “Yeah?” Killer replied, “you sure?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirmed, a mischievous sparkle in your eye.

Killer leaned to grab your mask, holding it out to you dangling on his index finger. You took it and slipped it on, flipping your bracelet to move the seastone away from your skin and turning your attention to Kid, who shifted nervously.

“Uh… what do you need your powers for?” He asked anxiously, eyes flicking between you and Killer, who's permanent smile looked distinctly more shit-eating as he watched you slink towards Kid.

“Kil, my love,” you purred, eyes on Kid, smile making him more and more unnerved as you crawled over Killer's lap towards him. “Do you remember when we fought that dragon, and you got hurt? The pain meds made you grabby, so what did I do?”

“You paralyzed me,” Killer smirked, watching Kid slowly lean back to avoid your threatening grin until he was flat against the floor, with you straddling his lap. Kid's eyes snapped to Killer at the revelation. “You had complete control over me, I couldn't do anything to touch you.”

“Mmm, I did, didn't I?” You cooed, running a single finger down Kid's bare chest. He swallowed hard as you tilted your head quizzically at him. “Your safe word is still ‘iron’, isn't it?”

“Yeah, but what do you ne-” Kid's sentence was cut short and his eyes went wide as his limbs suddenly all went numb, his metal arm hitting the floor with a heavy clank as he lost control of it. Try as he might, he couldn't do anything to move his arms or legs, only his neck was still working. “The fuck did you do?” he growled, though there was a hint of fear under it.

“Nothing permanent,” you cooed, unbuckling his belts, pulling each from its loops slowly. You felt Kid's dick twitch under you at the action, and felt the nerve signals that you were blocking as his brain tried to instinctively reach out his arms to touch you, to take control and fuck you the way he wanted to in response to your teasing. He groaned as you tugged his pants down, Killer helping to lift Kid's ass to free the fabric. Killer was having his own fun with Kid, flicking his nipples and leaning down to suck and bite on them. “You'll get your limbs back when you can prove you're a good boy,” you teased, taking Kid's hard cock in your hand and pumping it a few times. You ran your thumb over the leaking slit, before leaning down and taking the head in your mouth.

Only the head though, never going any further as you licked and sucked on it. Kid made frustrated growls as he tried to buck up into you, trying to get deeper into your warm, wet mouth, but entirely unable to do so. He was close to cracking, close to begging you to go further, but he was determined to not break. Killer was making it significantly harder for Kid, making bite marks and sucking hickies all over his chest. Killer kissed and nipped his way up Kid's neck, holding Kid's chin to keep him still and keep his neck exposed, leaving deep marks over the pale skin and undoing Kid's resolve as his teeth tugged on his ear lobe with a groan. “Please, please,” Kid whined, “I'll be good, I'll be good, fuck, please fuck me properly.”

“Hear that princess?” Killer smirked at you, “begging already.”

“He wants to cum so bad, maybe I'll let him,” you replied, giving Kid a look that did not make him feel relieved. “Go on then, cum.”

“I- can't just-” Kid began, before a wave of pleasure ran through his body and his cock suddenly spilled out, shooting ropes of cum over his stomach. His mind was reeling trying to figure out what had happened, before he remembered your very first meeting, when you'd made him and Killer cum without even touching them. “Fuck, fuck,” he panted at the sudden, intense orgasm.

“Say thank you,” Killer growled.

“T-thank you,” Kid whimpered as you took his cock in your hand again, now oversensitive from his orgasm. He couldn't usually get it up again instantly like that, but you forced the muscles to contract and encouraged the blood to flow back into it. “No- don't- fuck, give me a few minutes.”

“What's wrong?” You purred, “sensitive? You just a sensitive widdle guy?” You mocked. “Maybe another orgasm will help.”

“No, not ye- fuck, oh fuck,” Kid groaned as you forced him to cum again, his teeth gritted together as his seed dripped over your fingers. Killer took your hand and licked the cum from it, then he leaned down and kissed Kid, making him taste himself on the blonde's tongue. Kid's head chased Killer as he moved away, whining as he let his head fall back in defeat again. You'd already repeated the process of getting him hard again, and Kid was near crying from the overstimulation. Killer's blue eyes searched Kid's face, like he was looking for something.

“Again,” Killer said, making what parts of Kid's body he could feel all shiver. You took the suggestion and Kid groaned as he was forced to cum once again, his spend now thin and lacklustre.

“Please,” Kid whimpered. He didn't even know what he was begging for at this point - for you to stop, or to keep going, as every orgasm made him see white.

“Please?” You laughed, “okay then!” You repeated the process once more, thin liquid expelling from Kid as he finished once more, panting hard and squeezing his eyes shut. He seemed like he was close to calling it quits, but you still had a plan, the one you'd whispered to Killer. You stood over Kid, who looked at you with exhausted, half lidded eyes, still breathing hard as you undressed yourself in a sultry manner for him, and knelt to straddle him. Killer took his place behind you, between Kid's legs, kissing your bare back over the scar of your slave mark and running his hands over your thighs, working his way up them.

“I can't go again,” Kid whimpered, “please don't make me.”

“Mmm, you can have a little rest,” you tutted, “but you're not done yet.” Kid let out a stressed whine that made Killer laugh behind you.

Killer was unfastening his kimono, letting the fabric drape around his legs and fisting himself as he shuffled up behind you. He carded his cock through your wet folds a few times, groaning in your ear at how wet you were as his free hand splayed out over your stomach. You bent all the way over Kid, presenting yourself to Killer, and Kid whined under you as he watched your face contort and heard the satisfied sigh you made as Killer sheathed himself inside you. Your body was rocked back and forth as Killer began to fuck you, not wasting any time in forcing moans from you to tease the captain. Beneath you, Kid's cock was slowly coming back to life on its own as he watched you jostling and moaning above him, and heard the wet squelch of your cunt, your tits rubbing against his chest as you were moved.

“You still sure about this, princess?” Killer asked, slowing his thrusts a little.

“Mmmhmm,” you confirmed through moans, “I wanna.”

“Okay baby,” he replied, kissing the middle of your back before righting himself. He let a line of spit fall from his mouth to drip onto your ass, spreading it with his thumb to your virgin asshole. His thumb ran circles around it, and you whined at the foreign feeling as the digit sunk inside you. “Huh, you're more relaxed than I thought…” he noted as he was able to immediately switch to two fingers.

“I used my fruit,” you huffed through heavy breaths, face pressing against Kid's chest as Killer pumped his fingers in and out of your ass while still slowly fucking your cunt, “I relaxed the muscles.”

“Fun trick,” Killer purred, adding a third finger easily thanks to your devil fruit.

“Ey, what's going on back there?” Kid barked, feeling left out and ignored. He had his suspicions, and it was making him hard again just thinking about it, hoping you were planning what he thought you were planning, even if he was at the end of his teether.

“Killer's gonna fuck my ass,” you cooed at Kid, before biting and sucking on his neck. He let out a whine as you licked up to his ear, where your breath tickled the shell, “are you gonna be a good boy and fuck my cunt?” you purred, “I'll even give you back your limbs if you're very good. So how bout it captain, are you a good boy? Or do I need to keep punishing you?”

Kid immediately folded, there was no way he was missing out on your first double penetration. “I'm a good boy!” he shouted.

“You are, aren't you?” you cooed, “I can feel how hard you are against my belly, all by yourself, what a good boy!”

Killer pulled out of your cunt and used his fingers to transfer some of your arousal to your ass for lubrication, before spitting on his hand and fisting himself to coat his cock. You sat up and ground your cunt against Kid's erection, before tilting your pelvis to catch the tip of it, sinking down on Kid's cock as he groaned, his arm desperate to reach for you. Killer pressed gently against your shoulders to bend you over, pushing you down so your chest was flush with Kid's. You buried your face in Kid's shoulder as Killer lined his cock up with your ass, your visor cold against Kid's skin, before very slowly sliding inside you. Even though you'd relaxed the muscles, he was wary of hurting you since it was your first time. There was no need for him to worry though, your devil fruit made you more than prepared. It couldn't prepare you though for how full you would feel with both holes filled, and you let out a low pitched moan as Killer hit his base. The blonde swore to himself, gripping your hips bruisingly hard as his face pressed against your back.

Kid was whining and squirming under you, trying to will his limbs to work, trying and failing to activate his haki to counteract your fruit, the muscles on his torso all flexing and rippling as he struggled. His cock was buried inside you, but neither you or Killer were moving, purposefully torturing Kid. Your cunt felt tighter with Killer's dick pressing against his through a wall, and all he wanted to do was plant his feet and thrust up into you until you were screaming. “Not yet,” you teased, “you have to be patient, good boys are patient.”

Killer took that as his queue to start moving again, making you squeal and moan at the foreign feeling as he fucked your ass. You'd already been close to cumming before, but now you were dangerously close to the edge. Kid groaned as your cunt contracted around him, he could feel how close you were, you were going to cum on his cock without him even moving and it was driving him insane. Killer had your hips pinned to keep you from moving and giving Kid any satisfaction, but he was so sensitive from the previous orgasms that it didn't take much to build him up again, just the fluttering of your walls was doing it for him, and he was genuinely worried he was going to embarrass himself by unloading inside you before he'd even gotten the chance to thrust. Killer was watching him over your shoulder, and was familiar with the face Kid was making. He fucked you harder with purpose, knowing it would make your pussy clench more around Kid, daring him to cum.

“Fuck, Kil,” you moaned, your nails sinking into Kid's biceps where you were holding on for dear life, “gonna cum.”

“Good girl, princess,” Killer praised, “go on and cum baby.”

You bit down on Kid's neck as your pussy convulsed, and it was his undoing. Kid swore as he came inside you, barely anything to his release with nothing left in his balls to give, but it was enough to have him panting and swearing. You sat up a little and pouted at him. “That was not good boy behaviour,” you warned as you felt him going soft inside you. Kid could barely look at you, let alone respond; he was too spent. “Now I'm going to have to make you hard again, we're not done until Killer is satisfied. And you're not getting your limbs back.”

“No,” Kid whined, barely a whisper, as his cock was forced to become erect again. This time when Killer started moving again, you moved with him, matching his thrusts to ride Kid while Killer continued to fuck you. “Fuck, please,” Kid cried, “I can't, I can't, I'm all done.”

“And yet, I don't hear you using the safe word,” Killer tutted, “you're done when she says you're done.”

You bit back moans as both your holes were fucked, Killer doing a lot of the work for you by guiding your hips, pulling you back and forth to match his pace, fucking you on both his and Kid's cocks. You felt so deliciously full, it was incredible, every sensitive part inside you being pressed against, you couldn't wait to do this with Heat when you freed him. Given the use of your devil fruit though, you were quickly running out of energy. Killer could sense you fading, and bent forward to whisper in your ear, “Just a little longer, my love.” You replied with a tired “mmm” and gave yourself over to Killer's control, letting himself move you like a ragdoll. Kid was whimpering under you, his eyes squeezed shut at the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I'm close,” Killer groaned, “do it now, baby.”

With the last of your energy you once more used your devil fruit, this time forcing all three of you to experience orgasm at once. You'd never tried it on yourself, and it was the most intense release you'd ever had. You vaguely registered the men around you growling and groaning as you saw stars and your body shook, the men shaking either side of you as well as you released Kid's limbs from your control. His hand gripped your thigh hard as his head was thrown back, and Killer all but collapsed against your back, twitching and panting, his hot breath making your skin sticky.

“F-fuck,” he finally let out in a shakey voice, pulling out of you and collapsing on the floor beside Kid. You went limp against the captain, his cock softening inside you, and his arm wrapped around your waist protectively. The three of you laid there for what felt like an age, Killer at eventually curling closer into Kid and pulling his cloak over the three of you like a blanket. At some point you removed your mask to better relax against Kid's wide chest, your cheek pressed against his peck, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly evened out.

“I'm sorry, Yin,” Kid finally broke the silence, “I let you down as your captain, I fucked up. I should have listened to you. I shouldn't have hit you. Please don't leave the crew. You're too important, not as a weapon but as part of our family. You and Dawnie are our heart.”

“Mmm, I forgive you,” you replied with a yawn, touched by the genuine heartfelt apology, “but next time you hit me you can say goodbye to your remaining arm.”

“Fair enough,” Kid huffed a sigh of relief. Killer shuffled out of the cuddle pile, and you moved to follow, but he raised a hand to stop you.

“Rest a little longer,” he said, “I'm just gonna look at the map and figure out a plan for getting the crew and ship back.”

You happily did as he said and slept on Kid's chest, falling asleep to the rumbling sound in it as the two men discussed plans to rescue the others. His boobs made great pillows. When the boys were ready to move, they gently woke you, but just enough for Kid you put you on his back, letting you cuddle up against his fluffy coat to sleep a little longer as they made their way to the Flower Capital, Killer carrying your things for you and leading the way.

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