#bottom eustass kid week

[thegrandlinesimp]

Bottom Eustass Kid Week Day's 2 & 6: Praise Kink & Overstimulation

@kidlawevents

Warnings: Bondage, past slavery, overstimulation, Kid getting fucked silly for the first time and loving it

To Kid, the words ‘I want to try something’ were sinister, patrons at the brothel he was born in playing out their twisted, forbidden fantasies with slaves. He hadn’t thought of those words in years, even became comfortable with bottoming for his long time friend - now boyfriend - Killer. Sex, from a submissive perspective, wasn’t scary anymore. Killer treasured him, showed him nothing but respect, not like he was just some hole to fuck. Every time was just as sensual and pleasurable as the last and while that hadn’t been what he’d been looking for when he’d entered the new stage of their relationship, he know he couldn’t do without it now.

So when Killer suggested they try something new, he didn’t panic, though he was sceptical.

Kid knew Killer was into…things. He’d seen the odd bruise on some of the blonde’s one night stands, heard the women whisper how good he was with a rope, heard men mention the words ‘paddle’ and ‘flail’ here and there.

If anything, it made him curious. Surely it couldn’t be bad if Killer was doing it, right?

“Nothing pain related,” Killer had assured him, “though taking the ropes off will definitely hurt, but I’ll be with you every second, I promise.”

That’s how he found himself standing in the middle of Killer’s room - though by now it was without a doubt ’their’ room - stark naked, save for the intricate ropes tied around his body. There was a crisscross between his pecs, tugging the muscles further apart ever so slightly. The rope went over his shoulders and down around his waist, making another cross over his lower back, dipping down over his hips to wrap around his thighs twice, continuing down in intricate crisscrosses. If he kept his legs pressed together his cock and balls would nudge against the surprisingly silky smooth rope. Other than his wrists being tied firmly together in front of him, he had full movement.

Honestly, he felt more like an art project than anything else.

“Perfect,” Killer breathed, eyes roving his body, blue irises sparkling, “just…so gorgeous.”

Kid swallowed, glancing away. It was odd, being completely naked while Killer was fully clothed, though his shirt was still unbuttoned from when Kid had undone it during their make out. Somehow he’d managed to pop out each button with his trembling fingers.

The intensity with which Killer was staring at him was starting to make the young redhead feel hot, skin tingling and face flushed. He watched as Killer moved to the bed and sat on the edge. The blonde leaned back, one hand resting on the mattress as he spread his legs, crooking a finger at him.

“Come ‘ere, beautiful.”

His heart skipped a beat, cheeks burning and without even thinking, he moved towards him. He felt a little stiff, walking with the ropes wrapped around his body, even though Killer had made sure they were the tiniest bit loose when tying him up. He came to a stop, standing before Killer, but the blonde smirked, tugging him further forward by his bound wrists till his knees knocked against the bed and he stood between the older man’s legs.

Kid breath stuttered when Killer leaned forward till his chin rested on his stomach, head tilted back to look up at him as arms wrapped around his hips. He swallowed, there was that look again, the one that made his skin tingle and his cock throb.

“Look at you,” Killer smirked, hands rubbing his hips, trailing down to brush the outside of his thighs, the blonde leaned back slightly to glance down at Kid’s slowly growing erection, “or, is it because…I’m looking at you?”

His heart pulsed in time with the steady throb between his legs, “I-I…” his ears burned with embarrassment, Killer had barely touched him and he was already hard as rock.

“Shh,” the blonde placed a soft kiss just above his navel, lips remaining pressed to his skin as blue eyes looked up, “You’re alright, nothing to be ashamed about.”

Calloused hands caressed the back of his thighs and Kid’s legs almost gave out, heart pounding in his chest as if it was trying to burst out. Those same hands trailed up and gave his ass a firm squeeze, making him choke on a whine.

“Colour?”

Colour?

Oh, yeah, that’s right, the green, yellow, red thing Killer taught him.

“Gr-green,” he mumbled, face somehow managing to heat up further.

“Good boy,” Killer all but purred, peppering soft kisses on his stomach.

Kid wasn’t able to hold back the whine at that one, bowing his head and looking away as his heart raced.

“Oh?” the blonde hummed, a light smirk curling up on the side of his mouth, “You like being called a ‘good boy’?”

“N-…n-n-no,” Kid gasped out as Killer gave his ass another squeeze.

“Don’t lie to me, Kid,” Killer murmured, tone somehow remaining playful, with a slightly firm edge, yet no less sexy, “you can’t lie to me,” slowly he stood, forcing Kid to shuffle back, lips pressed to his ear, breath warm on his scorching skin as the blonde whispered, “I know you.”

His breath hitched, turning his head away from Killer.

“Now,” Kid’s chin was gripped between a thumb and index finger, forcing him to look at his partner, “are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Legs shook as he sucked in a sharp breath, “Y-…yes.”

“There we go,” Killer manoeuvred away from the bed, hands never leaving Kid’s skin, caressing his hip and chest as he shifted to stand behind the redhead, “now, climb in the bed for me, beautiful, and we can get started.”

Started!? Fuck, he hadn’t even started?

Kid bit his bottom lip, getting a hold on his rapidly quickening breaths and his heart began to slow, just a little. Killer remained behind him, hands resting on his hips, placing soft kisses on the back of his shoulder.

“Take your time, Kid.”

Killer promised he’d be patient, and Kid knew he would be, but hearing those words spoken so softly pushed away the last of his anxieties. He licked his lips, swallowing, and awkwardly clambered onto the bed as best as he could with his wrists tied. Once his hands were on the sheets he paused for a moment, attempting to figure out how to best do this. In the end he got one leg up on the bed, and with the other he did a little jump, falling forward in the process. To be honest it was surprisingly difficult, but Kid had always been stubborn, and once his legs were pulled up onto the bed he flopped forward and rolled over onto his back. To his relief, Killer looked more proud than amused at his rather non-sexy fumbling.

The blonde followed him onto the bed, crawling up over his stiff, straight body, bound hands hugged tightly to his chest. He gazed up at Killer, blonde locks fluttering against his cheek, feeling oddly small. He’d never felt small with the older man over him before, but now he felt like he’d shrunk a good few inches.

But strangely enough, he’d never felt safer.

“God, Kid,” Killer whispered in awe, “you look incredible.”

Kid grunted, glancing to the side as he bit the inside of both his lips together. Chicks had complemented him at the local bar before, and he never even bat an eyelid as he smirked back, but when it came to Killer his heart raced and his body clammed up at the slightest little flirty look.

“Gonna make you feel so good you won’t even be able to speak,” there was the faintest bit of darkness in Killer’s tone, a hunger in his eyes the redhead had never seen before, “hands above your head, Kid.”

Again, he did as he was told without question, the action stretching his body out slightly and pushing his chest upward, leaving him feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. His heart rate picked up, breath coming out shaky and he was unable to deny the need tilt his chin towards his chest so he was staring up at the blonde through his eyelashes. Killer sucked in a sharp breath, going ridged as he stared back, pupils already blown wide even though they’d barely done anything.

“Perfect,” Killer murmured, more to himself than as a compliment.

He placed a hand on Kid’s thigh, fingers skimming down his leg, giving the tiniest tug on the ropes as his fingertips danced over them. It was sweet, sensual, exciting, making Kid quiver as goosebumps rose on his skin in the wake of the blonde’s touch.

Killer paused for a moment, staring down at his bound leg, “It can feel even better, if you want.”

Kid would’ve snorted if wasn’t shaking and panting so much, instead he opted for a disbelieving: “Fuck off.”

The blonde chuckled, “It can,” a hand came up to cup his cheek, and he turned his head to brush his lips against Killer’s palm, his boyfriend smiled, “Close your eyes for me.”

He tensed, heartbeat picking up in panic as he flinched, staring up at Killer with wide eyes.

“Trust me, Kid.”

Right, yeah, this was Killer, the man who would never take advantage of him, no matter how vulnerable he was. He took a deep breath, steadying himself once more, letting his mind go blank of any worries as he allowed his eyes to flutter closed. He heard Killer’s breath stutter, the hand that had yet to leave his face traced his cheekbone.

“Thank you.”

The bed rocked as Killer shifted around, but Kid kept his eyes closed, even when the nerves returned, arousal waning as his anxiety rose. He gasped as a hand gently gripped his ankle, lifting his leg, leaving feeling even more exposed. Then, the very last thing he was prepared for happened.

Killer kissed his ankle.

Kid squeezed his eyes shut, breath hitching at the gentle, foreign touch. Slowly, ever so slowly, those soft lips made their way up his leg. He groaned when teeth bit into his thigh, cock twitching at yet another new sensation. Killer nibbled at his hip, sucking on the skin there, no doubt to leave marks that they would both look at in the coming days and get all riled up over. Fingers caressed up his leg, following the path of those sinful lips as Killer licked and mouthed just below his naval, so close to where Kid desperately wanted his mouth. His cock swayed, tapping against Killer’s cheek, Kid could feel the softness of the blonde’s hair against the sensitive tip and a tremble ran through his body.

Killer continued his way up, tongue swirling around a nipple as his fingertips stroked the inside of his thigh. Kid thrashed his head from side to side, moaning and panting, yet still his eyes were tightly shut. He saw the appeal now, the idea of not knowing what Killer was going to do next had been frightening at first, but how he craved it, needed it like he needed air to live. Kid moaned, spreading his legs wider, rocking his hips up as best as he could with Killer half laying on him.

“So needy,” the man above him whispered against his shoulder, mouthing at the crook of his neck, “I love it, more, be a good boy and let me hear more, Kid.”

He whined, hips bucking up hard, yet his cock met none of the desperately needed friction he was searching for, “K-Killer.”

The man he called for sucked in a sharp breath, the hand on his hip tightening its grip, “What is it, beautiful, what do you need?”

“Want you inside me, Killer, please,” he whispered, tone filled with both reverence and want.

Kid very rarely used the word ‘please’ in his day to day life, and when he did it was always with a sneer. That’s why he knew that Killer knew the weight of his words, a testament to how desperately Kid needed him.

“Such perfect manners,” the blonde murmured, “how can I say ‘no’ to that?”

Kid whined as Killer got off of him, shivering at the loss of the man’s body heat and weight.

Fingers ran through his sweat dampened hair as the blonde hushed him, “I’m here, Kid, and when I’m done with you, you’re gonna forget your own name.”

Such a promise should have made him feel terrified, yet he quivered in anticipation.

A few moments later a lubed finger nudged against his hole. He gasped, eyes snapping open, tensing slightly at the unexpected feeling. Killer hushed him once more, kissing his cheek, leaving the skin tingling from the touch of his lips. In that fleeting moment, as he stared into those sapphire blue eyes, he realised something.

He wasn’t the only one being vulnerable.

Killer worked him open, slow and steady, long past him aching for the blonde, needy gasps meeting deaf ears. Three fingers rubbed at his prostate, making his back arch, mouth hanging open in a silent cry.

“C-c’mon,” Kid begged, starting to get a little pissed, “fu-fuck me already.”

“Not gonna fuck you,” the blonde murmured, kissing his neck, “gonna make love to you.”

Kid’s face turned bright red, mouth clamping shut as his body locked up. Killer froze, fingers still buried inside the redhead.

“Kid?”

“F-fuck off.”

His partner blinked, once, twice, then chuckled, “What, you don’t mind ‘fucking’, but the moment I say ‘make love’, you get all bashful?”

His cheeks tingled with heat, “Y-yeah, wh-what of it!”

Killer laughed, carefully pulling his fingers out, “Oh, I’m gonna ruin you.”

He slicked up his cock, keeping his gaze locked with Kid’s as he did so. The redhead glanced away, stretching his bound body awkwardly and trying to relax, feeling stupid at his own shyness.

“Ready?” Killer asked with a soft smile.

“Y-yeah,” he mumbled, knowing Killer wouldn’t take anything other than verbal confirmation.

No matter what roughness he promised, the blonde was always gentle when entering him, watching dutifully for the slightest bit of discomfort. The first few times had been a little painful, but now that Kid knew all too well just how good Killer could make him feel he relaxed easily, though his body still gave some resistance. The moment their hips were flush against one another he let out a shaky breath, arching his back and parting his lips a little. Killer got the message, kissing him full and deep with a light brush of their tongues meeting.

“‘M good,” Kid whispered against his lips.

“Okay.”

His partner began to rock his hips in small thrusts, rubbing against his sweet spot in a way that made his toes curl. Kid relaxed back, mouth hanging open slightly, not holding back any of his soft moans as the blonde gently fucked into him. Once he was satisfied that Kid was relaxed enough, Killer pulled out more, thrusting in hard enough to make a light slapping sound as their skin met.

“Sh-shit,” Kid gasped, cock already weeping precum all over his stomach, “mm, fuck, like that.”

His muscles flexed beneath his skin, flesh digging into the rope, head swimming with pleasure that mixed with the pain in the most delicious of ways. Fingers brushed against his pec, the tips giving a firm squeeze to his nipple and making that dangerous cocktail of sensations flare. Shit. He could get addicted to this.

“Ha-harder,” Kid panted, wrapping his legs around Killer’s waist, their lips brushing as he spoke, “c’mon, you said you were gonna ruin me, so do it.”

The blonde stopped moving, trembling slightly with what Kid could only assume was restraint, “Are you sure?”

“I know my colours.”

Something flashed in Killer’s eyes as he groaned, sitting up on his knees and grabbing the backs of Kid’s thighs, “What happens next, just remember you asked for it.”

Nervous excitement coiled in his chest as Killer forced his legs further apart, before pushing the redhead’s knees towards his chest. Kid groaned at the light pain, cock throbbing between his legs. Yeah, definitely gonna get addicted. Slowly, Killer pulled out till just the head of his cock remind inside. There was a twinkle of something in those sapphire eyes that made Kid’s breath hitch.

Then Killer slammed his hips forward.

He’d barely cried out before the blonde was already pulling out and thrusting back in again, holding his legs back and open with an iron grip on his thighs. Kid’s cock slapped against his stomach with each brutal thrust, his eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open, letting out obscene moans and cries. Skin hit against skin as Killer’s length dragged perfectly over his prostate, his own cock spilling copious amounts of precum onto his abs. There was a weird tightening in his lower back, and he grit his teeth, grunting as it rolled up his spine.

“You’re getting tighter, Kid,” Killer growled above him, “your slutty hole can’t get enough of my cock, can it?”

He whined, outright whined, at that, toes curling but unable to wrap his legs around the blonde’s waist. Killer had never spoken to him like that, it was always sweet nothings and soft words of encouragement.

“Mmmmore,” he groaned.

“More?” Killer laughed, loud and unabashed, “you want me to fuck you like the slut you are.”

No, he didn’t quite like that, “Y-yours,” he managed to gasp out.

Something softened for a moment in Killer’s eyes, “Yes, all mine, this ass,” hands gripped at his glutes, making him clench around the blonde’s cock, “this face,” Killer reached up, forcing his thumb into Kid’s slack jawed mouth and pressing down on his tongue, “this body, when you’re like this, you’re all mine, Kid. No one else will ever get to see you like this, I’ll kill ‘em if they do.”

Kid’s mind went numb at that, body going slack as he began babbling. His cock twitched, that tightness in his back making him arch as he cried out and his mind go blank. Killer swore in surprise, thrusting harder and Kid was coming, still babbling as he tried to force himself down into the blonde’s cock. He’d never come untouched before, it was maddening, raw, euphoric on a whole new level.

As he came down, Killer suddenly stopped, letting go of his legs and hiding his face into the crook of Kid’s neck. Trembling, he was trembling.

“Kil?”

Then the older man was moving again, every harsh roll of his hips had pleasure twisting up his spine, half hard cock swelling once more.

“K-Kil!?”

What happened? What had bought about this sudden madness-?

His babbling!

A fleeting thought crossed his brain as Killer continued to pound into him, something that he’d let slip in his moment of euphoria.

‘I fucking love you!’

His heart stuttered in his chest. Neither of them had said it yet, those three little words, and for a moment Kid felt mildly embarrassed that he’d let it slip. But really, it fit him perfectly, chaotic and spontaneous.

Lips pressed to his, his insides felt raw, yet he didn’t want it to stop. Again he shook as he came brain fucked out and tears welling up in his eyes. There was a tongue in his mouth, and again he was coming. Again and again and again and again. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he hiccuped and sobbed, eyes rolling and cock fighting to stay hard.

“You’re so prefect Kid,” Killer’s voice was wobbling next to his ear, face buried in his neck again, “I love you, god, I love you so much!”

Kid sobbed, his heart felt full, his body felt numb and his mind was blank.

Yet still he was able to answer, “Love you.”

Killer kissed him again full and deep as he groaned, shaking above Kid, who was vaguely aware of the stutter in the blonde’s rhythm.

No, he wasn’t addicted to this feeling.

He was addicted to Killer.

And that was ok, because it seemed like Killer was addicted to him too.

“Such a good boy.”

Kid flushed, smile just as wobbly as his swimming head. Ok, maybe there were a few specific things he was addicted to.

[fantasmafuera]

@kidlawevents

day 3 pining / suspiro

Kid:(shit. justly…he is a big fish...)

Katakuri: come here

Kid: yes

Katakuri: what is your name?

Kid: Kid...

Katakuri: you are a good boy Kid

Kid: *pining* Thank my Lord~

[quinloki]

Bottom!Kid - Day 7 & 8

I decided to join this event like two days before the start, so for my own sanity, I'm doing this as completely off-the-cuff drabbles each day.

Please be aware that means the quality might be lacking more than usual ^_^;

cw: breeding, group sex, afab reader, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, voyeurism, explicit, 18+ only.

I realize it's cheating a little, but I needed to wrap this event up for my own good xD ♥

Benched

“I can’t believe you actually agreed to this.” You muse, looking at Eustass Kid strapped down on the custom bench he had made. You knew it was made for you, even if it was highly adjustable, and very customizable that most of the crew could use it.

But right now the master crafter himself was strapped to it, naked as the day was long, grinning at you.

“You said so yourself, if I can’t break it, no one on the ship can.” He grins.

“You’re just – I mean,” you look over at Killer, Heat and Wire, who are stripping down. “Eustass Kid voluntarily getting bred by his own men. I just hadn’t expected it.”

“If I can’t take it, I shouldn’t be dishin’ it out.” Kid replies. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You had settled into chair in front of him. “Oh, I’ve got the best seat in the house.” You say with a smile. “You always have me so lost in what you’re doing to me, I’ve never seen your face when you cum.”

“You think I have a messy blissed-out face, Mouse?”

You lick your lips and bite your lower lip a little. “I think I’mma find out.”

You watch the lube going into Wire’s hand before he begins to work his captain open. You see the twitch cross Kid’s face before he shifts a little. One finger turns into two, and eventually three. The Captain’s body is mottled red in places as Wire’s long fingers push deep, finding the bundle of nerves that causes Kid to gasp a little, letting the first shivering breath of pleasure escape him.

You’re eating up every little expression and your open enjoyment of it is causing Kid to blush harder despite his efforts.

You kneel down in front of him as you see Killer trade places with Wire as the taller man pulls his fingers out. You and Kid let out a needy gasp together as Killer pushes into him.

“I didn’t… know you were, hngh, such a voyeur.” Kid says, struggling to keep his voice even as Killer picks up the pace.

“Me neither.” You admit leaning in and kissing his neck a little before whispering into his ear. “But I wish I had a thick cock like the others so I could feel you twitching around me. Captain~.” You draw out the last word before nibbling on his ear and you feel his body shiver under you.

“Haa – listen to you.” He grins. “Mouse found that lil’ drop of dom she’s got buried in there.”

Kid’s grin fades as Killer’s pace picks up, his body pulling against the straps holding him against the bench. You can tell he’s trying to hold back with you watching, you pout a little getting ready to admonish him when a loud crack makes you and Kid jump.

You from the sound, Kid from the smack Killer landed on his ass. A surprised gasp is ripped from Kid’s lips followed by another loud crack.

“Don’t disappoint her, Kid.” Killer says, his voice taking on the edge it does when he’s in control.

“F-Fuck s-suddenly it’s a session,” Kid gasps and growls.

“Mm, if you don’t want it to be -.” You begin to prompt, but Kid shoots you a glare and you smile.

Another sharp swat breaks Kid a little more and you can see the pleasure building in him. You lick along his lips, watching them part in pleasure and want before you lean back to watch his face again.

“You want my sweet lips wrapped around you, tongue pressing against your piercings, eyes begging you to fill my pretty… little… mouth…” You punctuate the last few words by twirling your tongue around one of your fingers.

You hear Eustass and the bench groan as his body tenses, and watch as the first orgasm rolls his eyes back a little as he grunts against the pleasure. You hear Killer hiss before he grunts, snapping his hips in a few times before pulling out.

“What did you say to him?” Killer questions as he moves aside for Heat.

Heat and Wire had been teasing one another while Killer had been railing Eustass, so it wouldn’t take them too long to fill him up. The order of the day was to breed the captain, not make him orgasm himself into oblivion.

“Nothing much.” You answer with a devious grin on your face.

“Ah – fuck – Killer, bring that brat to me.” Kid commands, twitching against Heat who was just starting to pick up his pace. You marveled for a moment at the fact that the bench didn’t groan when someone was slamming into Kid, but did when Kid writhed against it.

“Wait brat- me?” You question snapping out of your thoughts.

“Lose the pants, brat.”  Kid snarls. His skin is flushed with pleasure, and his face is still tinged red, but the tone in his voice sends a shiver up your spine regardless of his position.

“Ye-yeah.” You stand up and pull your pants and underpants off, knowing full well you aren’t meant to leave them on.

Killer sits on the chair you had brought over and motions you to sit in his lap. Not sure exactly what’s going to happen, but not against what might, you sit in Killer’s lap. He adjust you easily, leaning your back against his stomach and bracing your ass against his thighs.

His hands grip your legs at the knees and he spreads your legs open as Wire comes over and helps Killer slide the chair toward Eustass’ face.

“W-wait! This is – Haaannngh!” Your protests crumble as your hands grip Killer’s arms when Kid’s tongue plunges into your soaking pussy. “N-Nnnngh!! I’m guh-gonna-!”

“You really were worked up from watching.” Killer muses pushing you into Kid’s mouth a little and hearing the captain’s appreciative tone.

Heat’s pace was picking up, and you could hear – and feel – pleased grunts from Kid vibrating into your core as he feasted on you. You and Heat came at the same time, him with a grip on Kid’s ass, you with a grip on Kid’s hair, fingers flexing as your legs trembled in Killer’s hands.

Killer shifts you all a little, letting Kid rest his head on your lower abs as you basked in your afterglow. Watching as Wire took his place behind Eustass

Wire pushes into Kid and a lewd squelching sound fills the silence before Kid begins moaning, his hot breath skittering across your hip with every shuddering gasp. Wire was probably the tallest on the crew – in more ways than one – and pushed deeper into the captain than anyone else could. Killer gets your attention, making sure you’re watching Kid’s face.

His eyes find yours and he grins for a moment before his expression melts into something far more needy. Wire starts thrusting into him so hard you can feel the jolts against your abs. Kid’s eyes go unfocused as broken, gasping swears start to fall from his lips. He’s still holding back a little, but you can tell he’s trying not to.

You wanted to see his O-face and he’s trying to make sure you do.

“I’ll help.” Heat says, and you hear a click before there’s a vibrating sound from the bench.

“Ahhh-fuck.” Kid swears, his hips bucking involuntarily as the vibrations teased him.

Killer’s arms wrap around you as Kid’s face starts to break in pleasure. “We built it to tease someone’s clit while she’s getting bred,” he whispers into your ear, making the blood rush through your body. “But it can certainly tease all kinds of bodies.”

“Cu-cumming…” Kid growls as his body tenses and the bench groans again. His eyes roll back again and his goes slack as his face flushes. It should probably be the goofiest face you’ve ever seen him make, but instead it’s incredibly hot. Knowing it was because of pleasure, and knowing you were seeing it because he was letting you – trusting you enough.

Heavy panting breaths wash across your skin for a moment before Kid starts kissing the parts of you he can reach. You twitch a little at the tender pleasure, looking forward to what future sessions may bring about.

@kidlawevents

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Hello I very much enjoy your writing! Idk if this is where I can put in my request for the game but here it is:

Silver (kid) and (mentions of indigo killer) with prompt: “You're not taking me to bed. Not now, not ever”

I imagine kid’s flirting would come off as bullying. Leading to a rivalry where reader thinks he’s a hot asshole and wants to one-up him. And kid just CANNOT express his feelings and keeps it going to be close to them. Leading to this sexual tension between them that needs to be broken before they both perish from their bottled up feelings.

Again I love your writing! Keep it up!

Not Ever (18+)

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! (one of my favorites that I got hehe)

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Female Reader

WC: 2700

Prompt: “You’re not taking me to bed. Not now, not ever.” 

TW: unprotected sex, angst, enemies to lovers, arrogant asshole kid, but also softie kid... oral, f receiving, nipple play, kissing, pet names, cream pies, emotions to an extent, theyre so cute idk? it's porn!

— — 

Your captain drove you mad.

He was crass. Gross. Rude. Loud. Vulgar. Argumentative. Hard-headed. Huge. Muscular. Handso-

No. 

He was a dick. 

In every possible opportunity, Kid was a dick. 

You ended up hitching a ride on the Kid Pirates ship for a few weeks and somehow found yourself never leaving after they realized you had advanced medical knowledge, being a nurse on your former island. You enjoyed the company of the crew and the dangerous life on the high seas excited you to no end. The only thorn in your side was the pain-in-the-ass captain. He busted everyone’s balls in the crew, but you knew he picked on you more than the others… 

— — 

“Oi! Y/n!” The harsh voice of Eustass Kid rung out on the deck, cutting through the crashing waves and pouring rain. “Pick up the fuckin’ slack! If we end up at the bottom of the sea in this storm I’ll raise you from the dead just so I can kill ye again!” 

A loud crack of thunder sounded and flash of lightning lit up the ship. 

“Wire hasn’t pulled a single rope and you’re yelling at me, ya shit bag?” You shout back, heaving coil after coil of sail rope over your shoulder, desperately trying to pull the sail down in the storm to keep the Victoria Punk from capsizing. “We wouldn’t be stuck in this if you hadn’t pissed off everyone in the Grand Line and had to take the scenic route!” 

“Less yappin’ more haulin’!” He barks back. 

— — 

“Get off me, ye fuckin' harpy, I’m fine!” Kid slurs out, clutching the bleeding, open wound on his chest. 

“Hey dick-nose! You told me I was here to be your fuckin’ medic, so let me be a fuckin’ medic!” You shout as you haul Kid’s massive body onto the medical table. 

“Urrgg-“ Kid groans. 

You quickly grab a surgical needle and thread along with antiseptic and antibiotic ointment. You thread the needle nimbly and start to close up the gash. 

“OW!” Your captain yells and lurches forward. “You ain’t have any anesthetic?” 

“Big bad worst generation pirate captain needs an anesthetic for some stitches?” You ask with a cocked head. 

“I’m still human, you bitch!” He snarls. 

“Here, pour this-“ You hand him a bottle of vodka from under the surgical table. 

Kid rips the bottle from your hand and chugs it til it’s near empty. He winces and sighs. 

“Alright I’m ready.” He says, wiping the liquor from the sides of his mouth. 

“Oh that’s not-“ You begin. “You know what, fuck it.” You say as you begin to stitch up his chest wound. 

Kid winces each time the needle pierces his skin to pull it together. A silence comes over the room. 

“You need to be more careful.” You say softly, carefully focused on sewing up the gash. 

“You don’t know shit about what I need.” Kid says with his eyes squeezed shut. “I’m the captain. I make the rules.”

“Yeah, well… maybe your rules suck sometimes…” You say as you continue to sew up the injury across Kid’s chest. 

Kid lets out a deep exhale. Silence falls again. After a few more minutes, you finish the last stitch and pull your hands away. 

“Hey-“ Kid says as he sits up and suddenly grabs your wrist, so small in his large hand. 

“Yeah?” Your head turns to meet his gaze. You hold each other’s eyes for a moment… there was something different in the way he was looking at you right now… 

“… nothing.” Kid says and drops your wrist. He slings his legs over the side of the medical table and hops down. He storms out of the room without so much as a ‘thank you.’

— — 

You belly up to the wooden bar in the galley of the ship with a sigh. Killer was washing dishes at the sink when he heard you plop on a stool and turns around. 

“Long day, huh?” He asks, drying a beer stein with a dish towel. 

“When is it not?” You huff. “Can I get a beer?” You ask tiredly. 

Killer nods and takes the clean beer glass over to the keg against the wall and fills it to the rim with amber bubbles. He slides it from across the bar into your waiting palm. You grip the glass and start to bring it to your dry lips. Before the glass could touch your mouth, the door the galley swung open and slammed against the wall. 

“Hey piss-pots, I need a drink.” Captain Kid’s massive, fiery haired frame came barreling through the doorway. You roll your eyes, irritated that your moment of peace was interrupted. 

Kid stomps up to you at the bar, huge black jackboots clanging against the wooden floor. He rips the beer from your grasp. 

“Hey-!” You shout in protest, but it was too late. Kid brought your beer to his lips and begins to chug. He drank with such voracity that the beer seeped from the sides of the rim and trickled down his chin and neck. You watched as the beverage spilled down his thick neck, Adams apple bobbing with each gulp. Your eyes were drawn as the droplets traveled down to his exposed chest… so toned and wide… ew what?

He finishes the beer, slams the glass back down on the counter and lets out a massive belch. 

You grimace. 

“Fucking pig.” You sneer. 

You hear Killer sigh heavily and he grabs the glass to refill it for you. 

“What? I’m thirsty.” Kid grins cheekily at you. 

“You’re disgusting is what you are.” You add. Killer gives you back a full glass of beer. “And I’m supposed to drink this after his filthy mouth touched it?”

“You’d hate to hear the shit I do to your toothbrush after you go to bed, then.” Kid laughs. “Killer, get me another drink.” 

Killer grabs two more glasses before filling one for himself and another for his captain. After handing the stein to Kid, the captain takes a few heavy gulps and drains the cup halfway before setting it back down on the counter. You scoff and pick up your own glass and move to hop off your barstool. 

“Where ye headed little one?” Kid asks and takes another drink. 

“Away from you.” You respond coldly. 

“You’ll stay and drink with me. Captain’s orders.” He commands. 

You pause. 

You settle yourself back onto the stool and take a drink. 

“You’re an ass.” 

“I’m your captain, that’s what matters.” He says without looking at you. 

You roll your eyes again. 

“How is it you’ve gotten this far in the Grand Line acting like such an incompetent prick?” You ask before you take another gulp from your beer. 

“Y/n…” Killer says with warning. 

“How is it that you’ve lived this long without me throwing your ungrateful, bratty ass overboard?” Kid shoots back at you. 

You were too busy chugging your beer to respond. 

“Most likely because you can’t stop thinking about her bratty ass itself.” Killer says casually as he lifts his mask to drink his beer. 

“Oi? What’re you implyin’ then?” Kid asks with a growl across the bar top. 

“I’m not implying shit. We’re all tired of the tension between you two and wish you’d just take her to bed already.” Killer informs his captain and best friend. 

“HAH!” You laugh out lout, spraying droplets of beer from your lips across the table. “Like I’d let that happen.” You turn to your captain as you drain your drink. “You’re not taking me to bed. Not now, not ever.” You chuckle as you push your glass towards Killer indicating for him to pour you a fresh one. 

“Yeah? Like I’d ever bed this fuckin’ nightmare.” Kid slurps down more alcohol as he puts his thumb out to gesture towards you. “All she does is bitch at me all day.” 

“Bitch at you? You mean care about your well-being?” You scoff. “Gods forbid anyone care about wether you live or die!” You take several heavy drinks from your glass. 

“It’s not your business wether-“ Kid starts. 

You rise from your stool and set your beer down. 

“I’m going to bed, I’ve had enough idiocy for one evening.” You leave the galley to head to your room. 

— — 

“Good riddance, I’d say.” Kid remarks with another gulp of liquor. 

A few silent seconds go by after the clink of the stein hits the wooden bar top. 

“Go get her.” Killer sighs. “If you don’t do it now, you’ll push her even further away.” 

“I don’t know what the hell you’re-“

“Oh shut up. Go find her.” Killer states and grabs the glass from his captain’s grip. 

— — 

You make your way across the dark, silent deck towards the crew’s quarters before you heard the galley door swing open behind you. 

You stop in your tracks and turn. 

It was Kid. 

“What now? Come to ridicule me some more?” You call out with your hands on your hips, tired of your captain's antics. 

Kid silently storms up to you. 

His metal arm suddenly grips your waist and pulls you flush to him. You look up into his eyes, they were fiery and determined.

“Captain.. I-“ You stammer out, suddenly breathless for some reason. 

Kid brings his flesh hand to the back of your head and pulls your face into his and smashes your lips together. 

“Mmmph!” You whimper out with wide eyes as you realize what’s happening. 

What was happening?

Your arrogant, idiot, asshole captain was kissing you in plain sight on the ship’s deck. Before you knew it you were being swept off your feet and over Kid’s shoulder. 

“Kid!  What the fuck!” You holler out while draped over Kid’s back. 

“Hush up for once!” He calls out and smacks your ass lightly on his shoulder. You yelp. 

You were being hauled through the ship’s belly and into the captain’s quarters. You had never been here before. You were flung suddenly against the door of Kid’s room as he shut it behind him. His heavy metal arm held up your body as he attacked your neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking harshly against your soft flesh. Instinctively you bring your hands up to his long, red hair and weave your fingers through it. 

Kid suckles on your pulse point and you gasp. 

“Captain!” 

“Enough of that.” Kid growls. “You know what to call me.” He licks down the center of your sternum. 

Kid grips your blouse and bra at once and rips them to pieces with ease, leaving your body exposed to him. 

“Kid!” You shout in protest, it was one of your favorite bras. 

“That’s more like it…” He coos as he sucks one of your nipples into his red lips. 

You body is pushed further against the wooden door as he ravishes your breasts, suckling on one and kneading the other in his palm. Your head rolls back as you sigh, letting the pleasure overtake you. 

Kid rips your body from the door and tosses you onto his red velvet comforter. He pulls your panties down forcefully and shoves his own coat off his shoulders. Before you could register the change, your captain’s head was between your legs lapping at your slit hungrily. 

You gasp. 

His tongue breaches your hole and you arch your back. 

“Gods! Fuck! Kid!” You cry out. 

You writhe against Kid’s face and he brings his lips to suckle your clit, making your thighs tense further. 

“Mmmph… so much sweeter than I imagined…” Kid says with a long lick up your slit, the tip of his tongue dancing across your clit teasingly. He pushes a thick finger into your entrance and crooks it up into your sweet spot as he laves his tongue over your sensitive nub. 

“Shit… I-“ You slam your eyes shut and throw your head back. 

“Yeah yeah, I know baby, let it go, come on…” Kid goads you in between suckles and kisses on your clit. He eventually shuts up and focuses on bringing you to your peak. 

Your core spasms and you release all over your captain’s face. You moan and writhe under the hot touch of Kid’s flesh and the cold grip of his metal arm around your hips. You return to reality after your powerful climax and see Kid’s smug face hovering over yours, having removed the rest of his clothing. His massive cock bobbed heavily against your slit, weeping in wait. 

“Ow..” You wince, feeling the hard metal of his prothetic wrist dig into your flesh. 

“Aye… you alright?” He asks, a foreign expression of concern decorating his painted face. 

“Take that damn thing off… Be with me…” You gasp out, referring to his metal arm. 

“I…” He looks to his arm then to your face again. “Okay..” Kid removes his metal arm and slides it next to the bed. “I… I wouldn’t do that… if it wasn’t… you…” He hesitates as he hovers over you again, leaning on his good arm. 

“I know…” You say and you reach your arm down to grip his member to line it up with your soaked entrance. “Please…” You plead as you press his mushroom tip into your hole, stretching it slightly. 

Kid presses his forehead to yours and pushes himself into you. 

The two of you both gasp and moan as he bottoms out inside of your wet, stretched cunt. Your mouth stays wide open as you adjust to the intrusion, Kid grunts and pants as he grinds his hips into yours. You’re full beyond all comprehension as you claw at your captain’s shoulders. 

Kid starts to thrust shallowly and you moan embarrassingly loud, he was bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken. 

“Shit- fuck- Oomph!” Kid collapses on top of you. 

He had lost balance on his arm and fallen forward. 

“I- Sorry- I-“ Your captain fumbles over his words all while still inside of you. 

You rip him back by his hair and kiss him with fervor. While your tongue slid into his mouth your flipped him onto his back. After adjusting to the new position, you rode him softly and passionately while kissing him and massaging his chest. Kid pulls his head back into the pillows away from your lips. 

“Gods, you’re so fuckin’ perfect aren’t ye?” He regains his confidence and grips your hip with his flesh hand. “My everything…” Kid sighs out dreamily as he watches you bounce up and down on his cock. “So beautiful…” He admires you and moves his hand from your waist to bring your face back down to his and kisses you. 

You feel your peak approaching again and pull back. You gasp and grind your hips down harder. 

“You’re going to cum again? I can feel it…” Kid plants his feet and starts to thrust upwards into you. You’re tipped over and you cry out. 

“Kid!” You scream with your head thrown back. 

“Me too, baby, me too… shit-“ Kid grips the back of your neck and pulls you down on him impossibly hard. You feel the pulse of his hard cock and rope after rope of sticky spend fill your insides as you pant and moan, not caring who else could hear you on the ship. 

“oh…” You whisper, exhausted after your climax. You fall forward, your breasts falling directly into Kid’s face. He catches you with a hand around your back and pulls you in to lay at his side. 

A few moments of heavy breathing go by before you break the silence.  

“We should probably talk abo-“ You begin. 

“You stay here now.” Your captain interrupts you. You pick your head off Kid’s chest in interest. 

“Oh?” You ask. 

“You’re mine. My pirate queen. I’ll have Killer move your stuff in tomorrow.” Kid says as he gently pulls your head back down into his pecs. 

“I can very well move my own-“ You start before Kid interrupts you again. 

“You’ll be busy tomorrow… very busy…” Kid looks down at you with a wicked grin. 

— — 

[donquixotehomura]

Valentine's Day with One Piece Boys

Master List

W.C:3295    so uhhhhh my hand slipped oops... I took some assumptions here and I changed some things that are common about these characters in Fanfic writing, my brain couldn’t come up with a lot for Law I’m sorry about that, Crocodile and Doffy can be read as pre or post becoming Warlords, some might be OOC but IDK I wrote this in about a day lol (my eyes fingers and back hurt I need to correct my posture lol) sorry if I didn't write for your favorites, have fun and lemme know what you think I love feed back It took two and a half fucking hours to put the gifs in, cause the line thingy where you add stuff only showed at the very bottom so I had to keep editing and dragging shit around, I'm sure I'm doing something wrong, also I had to look up all the gifs here even tho I have tons cause for some reason "something goofed" .... end my suffering also I wrote this on word and then brought it here so if formatting gets weird that's why, even tho I spent hours on making sure everything is good shout out to my inspo who also encouraged me to write it @cinnbar-bun

 

Dracule Mihawk, Roronoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Donquixote Doflamingo, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Charlotte Katakuri, Massacre Soldier Killer, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar Law.

Dracule Mihawk:

Mihawk and Y/N prefer intimate celebrations for Valentine's Day. They often opt for a quiet evening together at their secluded castle, away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. 

Despite their stoic exteriors, Mihawk and Y/N are surprisingly sentimental when it comes to expressing their feelings. They exchange handwritten letters on Valentine's Day, pouring their hearts out on paper in a way that words spoken aloud cannot convey. 

Instead of extravagant gestures, Mihawk and Y/N prefer to exchange gifts that hold sentimental value. Mihawk might gift Y/N a rare book on something she likes, while Y/N might give Mihawk a custom-made piece of simple jewelry like a small bracelet she personally crafted for him. 

On Valentine's Day, Mihawk surprises Y/N by offering to cook dinner together. Despite her lack of culinary skills, Y/N appreciates the bonding activity and enjoys spending quality time with him in the kitchen, even if it results in a few culinary mishaps. 

After dinner, Mihawk and Y/N venture out into the castle's courtyard to stargaze. They lie side by side on a blanket, Y/N pointing out constellations and sharing stories about their significance, reveling in the peaceful solitude of the night, Mihawk just listens to her with a small fond smile. 

Throughout the day, Mihawk and Y/N take time to reflect on their journey together, reminiscing about cherished memories and shared experiences that have strengthened their bond over the years. 

As a romantic gesture, Mihawk and Y/N share a midnight dance in the castle's grand ballroom. Lit only by candlelight, they move together in a graceful waltz, lost in the magic of the moment and the timeless beauty of their love.    Going To Sleep Cuddling: Mihawk and Y/N will go to sleep in the end of the day holding each other, Y/N would curl up into his arms, burying her face into his chest while he wraps his arms around her his hand going into her hair to play with the soft strands.  

As Valentine's Day draws to a close, Mihawk and Y/N exchange a few hushed words as they cuddle, reaffirming their commitment to each other and the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures together. 

Roronoa Zoro:

Despite his tough exterior, Zoro secretly spends weeks planning the perfect Valentine's Day surprise for Y/N. He meticulously selects a secluded spot on the island they're docked on, where they can enjoy each other's company away from the hustle and bustle of the crew. 

Y/N, appreciative of Zoro's efforts, prepares a special gift for him on Valentine's Day. Knowing his love for swords, she surprises him with a beautifully crafted sheath for one of his blades, personalized with intricate designs that reflect their shared journey together. 

Zoro and Y/N spend Valentine's Day evening taking a leisurely stroll along the shores of the island. With the sound of waves lapping against the shore and the moonlight casting a soft glow, they share quiet moments of intimacy, lost in each other's company. 

During their stroll, Zoro and Y/N encounter a group of wild creatures roaming the island. With their swords drawn, they effortlessly dispatch the beasts, their synchronized movements a testament to their unwavering bond as swordsmen and lovers. 

As the night progresses, Zoro and Y/N build a campfire on the beach, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows around them. They share stories of their past adventures and dreams for the future, their laughter mingling with the sound of the ocean. 

Under the starlit sky, Zoro finally opens up to Y/N, expressing his gratitude for her presence in his life. He admits that he's not good at expressing his feelings, but Y/N's unwavering support and love have changed him for the better. 

Moved by Zoro's vulnerability, Y/N wraps her arms around him, offering him comfort and reassurance. She assures him that their love is enough, and she wouldn't have their Valentine's Day any other way. 

As the night comes to an end, Zoro and Y/N make a promise to each other to continue facing life's challenges together, hand in hand. They vow to cherish every moment and celebrate their love not just on Valentine's Day, but every day. 

As they watch the sun rise on the horizon, Zoro leans in to press a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips, sealing their promise with a silent vow of devotion. In that moment, amidst the beauty of the dawn, they find solace in the certainty of their love for each other. 

As they return to the ship, hand in hand, Zoro and Y/N share a knowing smile, their hearts full of love and gratitude for each other. Though their Valentine's Day was unconventional and filled with unexpected adventures, it was a testament to the strength of their bond and the depth of their love. 

Portgas D. Ace:

Y/N wakes up early on Valentine's Day to prepare a special breakfast for Ace. She arranges heart-shaped pancakes and fruit on a tray, leaving a note with a playful message for him to wake up to.  Ace spends weeks leading up to Valentine's Day working on a handmade gift for Y/N. He creates a personalized necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a flame, symbolizing their fiery love and passion. 

Y/N organizes a scavenger hunt around the Moby Dick for Ace. Each clue leads him to a different part of the ship, where he discovers small gifts and love notes hidden by Y/N. 

Ace surprises Y/N with a romantic beach picnic at a secluded cove. They enjoy a delicious meal together as they watch the sunset, the sound of the waves providing a serene backdrop to their intimate celebration. 

As the night falls, Ace and Y/N gather with their friends for a bonfire on the beach. They roast marshmallows, share stories, and cuddle close under a blanket, basking in the warmth of their love and the crackling fire. 

Y/N sets up a telescope on the deck of the Moby Dick, and she and Ace spend the evening stargazing together. They point out constellations, make wishes on shooting stars, and share dreams for their future, Y/N certainly tries to find constellations that match Ace’s freckles.  Ace surprises Y/N with a makeshift dance floor on the deck of the ship. He puts on her favorite song, and they dance together under the moonlight, lost in each other's arms. 

Y/N leaves little love notes for Ace to find throughout the day. Each note expresses her affection and gratitude for having him in her life, reminding him of the depth of her love. 

Ace and Y/N spend the afternoon cooking a special Valentine's Day dinner together in the kitchen. They laugh, tease each other, and steal kisses amidst the preparation, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. (Marco is on standby with a fire extinguisher) 

As the day comes to a close, Ace and Y/N exchange heartfelt declarations of love. They express their gratitude for each other, promising to cherish and support one another for all the days to come, both of them yelling it at the top of their lungs of the railing of the ship and the crew is so done with them lol 

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Doflamingo, despite his intimidating persona, secretly enjoys the sentimentality of Valentine's Day. He's known for surprising Y/N with extravagant gifts, ranging from rare treasures he's acquired during their travels to personalized items he's commissioned just for her. Y/N, in turn, cherishes each gift as a symbol of Doflamingo's affection, even if she's not one for material possessions.  On Valentine's Day, Doflamingo arranges a private, candlelit dinner on the deck of their ship or a secluded spot on the island they're currently exploring. He spares no expense in ensuring the evening is perfect, with gourmet cuisine prepared by their crew's skilled chefs. Y/N appreciates the effort he puts into creating these intimate moments and enjoys the opportunity to spend quality time together away from the chaos of pirate life. 

Instead of focusing solely on lavish gifts and grand gestures, Doflamingo and Y/N often reminisce about their shared adventures and memorable moments throughout the years. They spend Valentine's Day reflecting on the challenges they've overcome together, the laughter they've shared, the tears they’ve shed and the unbreakable bond that has formed between them. 

Despite their often intense and tumultuous journey as pirates, Doflamingo and Y/N also value quiet moments of affection. They may spend Valentine's Day simply enjoying each other's company, whether it's lounging on the deck, stargazing, or taking a leisurely stroll on the beach hand in hand. It's in these peaceful moments that they feel most connected. 

Doflamingo and Y/N have a deep understanding of each other, and Valentine's Day serves as a reminder of the unspoken bond they share. They may not always verbalize their feelings, but their actions speak volumes. Whether it's a knowing glance, a comforting touch, or a gentle smile exchanged between them, they both know that their love is unwavering.

Eustass "Captain" Kid:

Despite her tough exterior, Y/N secretly enjoys the romantic gestures she receives on Valentine's Day. Kid, though he may not admit it openly, takes great pleasure in surprising Y/N with small gifts and tokens of affection, leaving them anonymously for her to find.  Kid's idea of a Valentine's Day gift may not be traditional, but it's always heartfelt. He might present Y/N with a custom-made weapon, intricately designed and tailored to her unique fighting style, or a rare treasure he stumbled upon during their travels, symbolizing the adventures they've shared together. 

Y/N, with her artistic flair, expresses her love for Kid through her creations. She might spend weeks crafting a personalized piece of jewelry for him, incorporating elements of his Jolly Roger or symbols that hold significance to their relationship, showcasing her devotion in a tangible form. 

Amidst the chaos of their pirate life, Y/N and Kid cherish the quiet moments they steal away together on Valentine's Day. They might escape to a secluded spot-on deck, watching the stars and sharing stories, finding solace in each other's company amidst the vastness of the sea. 

For Y/N and Kid, Valentine's Day is not just about romantic gestures, but also about embarking on new adventures together. They might set sail to explore uncharted islands, face formidable foes, or discover hidden treasures, strengthening their bond through shared experiences and thrilling escapades. 

Despite their differences, Y/N and Kid's relationship is built on mutual respect and understanding. They may not always see eye to eye, but they know how to support and uplift each other, especially on Valentine's Day, when they take the time to appreciate the unique qualities that make their bond so special. 

Y/N and Kid's Valentine's Day celebrations may not be conventional, but they're uniquely theirs. They might indulge in a feast of their favorite foods, engage in friendly competitions and challenges, or simply enjoy each other's presence, knowing that their love transcends traditional expectations. 

As they spend Valentine's Day together, Y/N and Kid exchange promises for the future. They may vow to stand by each other through thick and thin, to continue exploring the world and facing its challenges together, and to cherish the love they share, knowing that their bond is unbreakable.

Charlotte Katakuri:

Despite their tough exteriors, Y/N and Katakuri secretly enjoy showering each other with romantic gestures on Valentine's Day. Y/N surprises Katakuri with handcrafted doughnuts with many flavours, each one meticulously made with love and care. In return, Katakuri presents Y/N with a beautifully crafted box of her favorite sweets, a testament to his thoughtfulness and affection. On Valentine's evening, Y/N and Katakuri escape the chaos of Totto Land for a private dinner date on a secluded beach. They indulge in a feast of their favorite dishes, sharing laughter and intimate conversation under the twinkling stars. As the night deepens, they dance together in the moonlight, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. 

In the days leading up to Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri exchange heartfelt love letters, expressing their deepest emotions and gratitude for each other. Y/N's letters are filled with poetic prose and declarations of undying love, while Katakuri's letters are eloquent and sincere, revealing the depths of his affection for Y/N. 

As a special Valentine's Day surprise, Katakuri whisks Y/N away on a romantic getaway to a secluded island paradise. They spend their days exploring pristine beaches, indulging in couples' massages, and savoring gourmet meals prepared by a private chef. It's a blissful escape from their duties and responsibilities, allowing them to focus solely on each other. 

On Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri reminisce about their favorite moments together, flipping through photo albums filled with snapshots of their adventures. They laugh at candid shots of themselves and smile fondly at pictures of special milestones they've shared. It's a heartwarming reminder of the bond they've built and the memories they've created together, a few of them are pictures taken by Y/N of Katakuri throughout the day, in some of them his scarf is hiding a smile or a blush a reason as to why she took the picture (yes she walks around with a Visual Den Den Mushi.. At least that’s what I think the picture taking ones are called)    Y/N has been joining Katakuri during his Meriendas for years now and same as rumors spread about him meditating and talking to gods of battle during them rumors spread about her as well (I read a fic about this before where Y/N was considered his oracle and it’s an amazing one I’m trying to find it again) what they don’t know is that these two are being very sappy idiots, cuddling sharing kisses and laughs and stealing each other's sweets, especially on this day, the others just think that they’re doing some sort of ritual about devotion to Gods of Battle only lol. 

As the night falls on Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri retreat to a secluded hilltop, where they lay beneath a blanket of stars, hand in hand. They share stories of their hopes and dreams, tracing constellations with their fingers and basking in the quiet beauty of the   night sky. It's a moment of perfect serenity, a reminder of the infinite possibilities that lie ahead for their love.

Massacre Soldier Killer:

Despite their tough exteriors, Killer and Y/N secretly enjoy surprising each other with small romantic gestures on Valentine's Day. Y/N might leave a heartfelt note tucked into Killer's pocket, while Killer might craft a makeshift bouquet of flowers from materials he finds on their travels. Valentine's Day is a rare opportunity for Killer and Y/N to spend some quality time together away from the chaos of pirate life. They might steal away to a secluded spot on the ship or find a quiet beach where they can enjoy each other's company without interruptions. 

Killer and Y/N reminisce about their favorite moments together, cherishing the memories they've created during their time as partners in crime. They might exchange stories about their most memorable adventures or laugh about the mishaps they've encountered along the way. 

Despite their limited resources as pirates, Killer and Y/N find creative ways to exchange gifts on Valentine's Day. Y/N might fashion a piece of jewelry from shells she finds on the beach, while Killer might carve a wooden trinket with his expert craftsmanship. 

Killer surprises Y/N with a romantic candlelit dinner, showcasing his culinary skills with a delicious meal cooked from scratch. Y/N, in turn, appreciates the effort and thoughtfulness behind the gesture, and they enjoy a quiet evening together under the stars. While they may not always express their emotions openly, Killer and Y/N show their love and affection for each other in subtle ways. A gentle touch, a lingering glance, or a reassuring smile speaks volumes in the language of their relationship. 

Valentine's Day serves as a reminder of the unbreakable bond between Killer and Y/N. They reaffirm their commitment to each other, promising to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, no matter what challenges may come their way. 

As they bask in the warmth of each other's love on Valentine's Day, Killer and Y/N discuss their hopes and dreams for the future. They envision a life together filled with adventure, laughter, and unwavering support, knowing that as long as they have each other, anything is possible. 

Overall, Valentine's Day is a special occasion for Killer and Y/N to celebrate their love and appreciation for each other, strengthening the bond that binds them together as partners in both love and piracy.

Sir Crocodile:

Crocodile and Y/N aren't ones for grand gestures, so their Valentine's Day celebration tends to be understated. They prefer spending quality time together rather than getting caught up in the commercial aspects of the holiday.  Crocodile surprises Y/N by preparing a simple but delicious meal for them to share. Despite his gruff exterior, Crocodile has a surprisingly deft hand in the kitchen, and Y/N is touched by the effort he puts into making the evening special. 

Instead of extravagant gifts, Crocodile and Y/N exchange meaningful tokens of their affection. Y/N gives Crocodile a handmade leather-bound journal, knowing how much he values knowledge and planning. In return, Crocodile presents Y/N with a rare seashell he found during one of their adventures, a symbol of their shared experiences. 

After dinner, Crocodile and Y/N enjoy a quiet evening together, lounging on the deck of their ship and gazing up at the stars. They talk about their hopes and dreams for the future, reveling in the simplicity of each other's company. 

Despite their tough exteriors, Crocodile and Y/N share a passion for Planning and Conquest. They spend the evening poring over maps and planning their next expedition, excited about the possibilities that lie ahead.  While they may not be overly demonstrative, Crocodile and Y/N show their love for each other in small, subtle ways. A gentle touch, a knowing glance, or a shared smile speaks volumes about the depth of their bond.   As the night draws to a close, Crocodile and Y/N express their gratitude for each other, acknowledging the strength and support they provide in each other's lives. They may not say "I love you" in so many words, but their actions speak louder than any declaration of affection ever could.

Trafalgar Law:

Y/N is bubbling with excitement as Valentine's Day approaches, eager to celebrate the occasion with Law despite his usual reservations about the holiday. She takes the lead in planning the day, organizing a romantic dinner aboard the Polar Tang complete with candles, rose petals, and Law's favorite dishes. Law, although initially hesitant about the festivities, appreciates Y/N's enthusiasm and decides to go along with her plans, wanting to make her happy. He surprises Y/N with small but meaningful gifts throughout the day, such as a locket containing a picture of the two of them together or a handwritten note expressing his love and gratitude. Y/N showers Law with affection, peppering him with kisses and hugs as they spend quality time together, enjoying each other's company in the privacy of their quarters. They share stories and reminisce about their favorite memories together, laughing and smiling as they bask in the warmth of their love. Law surprises Y/N with a heartfelt gesture, such as letting her cuddle with him instead of working or giving her a massage to help her relax and unwind. They exchange promises of love and commitment, reaffirming their bond and promising to stand by each other through thick and thin. As the day comes to a close, Law and Y/N cuddle up together under a blanket, content in each other's arms and grateful for the love they share. 

[syrupfog]

Penguin and Killer aren’t dating. 

They see each other when their ships align. Hole up in a hotel room for an evening, Penguin leaves rosy and happy, but Penguin and Killer are not dating. 

And Penguin likes it that way. Which is why he’s pretty upset when Killer asks him out.

He doesn’t say no, because he loves Killer. He loves seeing Killer, loves kissing Killer, loves sitting in his lap and sucking bruises into his neck. 

He’s just sad that their time together is on a timer now. It’s a few weeks at best, for sure.

He doesn’t mention it when he returns to the Tang after a few days in a bed & breakfast that Killer had rented for them. Brushes it off the first few times Shachi tries to inquire about what’s wrong (curse Shachi and his ability to sense Penguin’s moods).

In retrospect, that was the wrong way to handle it because if Shachi’s good for one thing, it’s getting to the bottom of situations Penguin’s gotten himself into. 

Shachi asks Law if he knows what’s up, and Law asks Penguin (who, again, says he’s fine, fuck off) and when neither of them get the answer from him, Law goes to Kid. Like, what, is Penguin Law’s child, now? Is this his mum going to ask the other child’s mum why they’re in a row? Kid tells Law to get off his ship (typical) and then acts confused at his request.

“Your bird guy’s going steady with Killer now and he’s fucking upset about it? Well tell him to just break up with Killer if he’s so fucking miserable then, who needs him? 

Ah, and Law connects the dots. 

He tells Eustass to go fuck himself and shambles back to his ship.

“Penguin,” he says when he finds him. Casually. “The Kid pirates are out there if you want to say hello to your man.” 

Penguin, predictably, flinches a moment before he recovers. “Oh, yeah,” he says, jumping up. “Thanks for the heads up, Captain!”

He runs off in the direction of the deck and Shachi, who had been cleaning the mess, watches him go. “You figure out what it is yet?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” says Law. “They’re dating.” 

“Like, officially?” 

“Looks like it.” 

“Ah. Shit.”

Penguin bounds up to the top deck and jumps down into the water, swimming the short distance to the Punk and climbing up. He’s met first by Kid, who gives him a scowl. 

“You been in a bad mood?” He asks. “What, second thoughts about my first mate?” 

Penguin balks, ducking. “No,” he argues, maybe a bit weakly. “Nothing like that.” 

“Feh.” Kid crosses his arms. “You break his heart, you can tell your captain our alliance is over.” 

Penguin, on better days, might take this opportunity to run off to Killer and start thinking up pranks for Kid. As it is, he considers running back to his own ship with his tail between his legs. 

He lets out a startled squeak when, in the heat of the moment, he’s hoisted into the air, realising a moment later as he’s carried off that Killer’s found him.

“Welcome back, Peng,” Killer says, carrying him unceremoniously under his arm. “Wasn’t expecting to see you so soon!” 

“Yeah, me neither,” Penguin says. It occurs to him that Law had said it would probably be weeks until they ran into each other again. What happened there?

“Not that I’m complaining,” Killer continues, carrying Penguin the familiar route down to his room. Once inside, he plops him on the bed. “You feeling okay? You’re quieter than normal.” 

“Fine!” Penguin squeaks, then dives in for a kiss. Kissing is good.

Killer returns the kiss hungrily, and it’s nice. It’s good. They spend a long time doing just that. 

Penguin actually doesn’t let them do much else. 

It’s nice. It’s good. 

Hours later, Wire sticks his head in to say the Hearts need Penguin back, they’re going to head off.

One date down, Penguin thinks as he leaves. 

— 

Over the next few weeks, Shachi makes a few comments. About how Killer seems like a good guy, he seems like he really loves Penguin, and so on. 

Penguin nods, absentmindedly. “Sure,” he says. “Yeah, totally.”

They meet up on a summer island too hot to do much more than just lay in front of an open window and touch their fingertips together. It’s sweltering. 

Penguin, timidly, talks about his current obsession (leaf pressing). Killer listens and smiles and his eyes crinkle.

They meet up on a winter island with onsen. Law has an actual fact finding mission for them, but when the Punk docks next to them, he suddenly dismisses Penguin, replacing him with Clione. 

Penguin wonders why. Does Law think he’s going to spill something to Killer?

He’s quiet during their date. The water is hot and Killer’s hands are strong where they knead into his shoulders but Penguin worries. Did Killer approach Law? Is it happening already? 

“Peng,” Killer says, slowly. “As much as I love this, I’m feeling like you’re somewhere else.”

Penguin is, in fact, very much somewhere else. He smiles at Killer. It doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“Why do you think Law released me from the mission they’re all on, today?” 

Killer’s hand moves to the nape of his neck. Comforting. Heavy. “Because I asked him to, I suspect.”

“You what?” Penguin asks. Killer shrugs, looks unashamed. “I’m not going to apologise for wanting to see my boyfriend,” he says. 

“You can’t just—“ Penguin’s shoulders tense up. This was a mistake. “You can’t just think you can talk to Law whenever you want,” he says hoarsely.

Killer frowns. “Why not?” he asks. 

“Because we’re dating!” 

“I have to stop talking to your captain because we’re dating?” Killer looks unimpressed. 

“Yes,” says Penguin. Then, “no.” Then, “I mean that— you can’t start because we’re dating.” 

“Peng…” Killer pauses. “I’ve talked to your captain in the past,” he says. “This isn’t new.” 

Penguin snaps his mouth shut. His heart is in his stomach. “Oh,” he says. “Okay.” 

“No, hold on,” Killer says. “Not okay, I think. Give me more. What exactly are we talking about?” 

“It’s just—” Penguin wilts. “If— When you— Law’s not going to just give in with whatever you ask because you’re dating me.” 

It sounds lame to say it out loud. 

Killer reels back though, putting distance between them, and Penguin shrinks in on himself a bit. 

“He did today,” Killer points out.

“Yeah, I mean that’s different.” Penguin tries again. “Like, whatever it is you want from him, dating me doesn’t mean he’ll give it to you.” 

“Peng…” Killer’s face grows very serious. “Do you think I’m dating you to get close to your captain?” 

Penguin focuses on his knees. They’re bright pink in the water. “Aren’t you?” he asks. 

“I’m honestly pretty fucking upset you’re implying that,” Killer says, and Penguin ducks lower into the bath. “Why— why would you have said yes when I asked you to be my boyfriend then?” 

Pathetically, Penguin’s lower lip wobbles. “Because I like you,” he says, very quietly. “And I thought at least until you figure out you can’t get anything from him, it would still be nice.” 

He can feel Killer’s eyes on him, but he refuses to look up. Maybe the steam can disguise the wetness in his eyes.

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you’re accusing me of being a complete asshole,” Killer says, voice steely. 

Penguin, briefly, reminds himself of where the exits are. He knows he’s faster than Killer in the water.

“And instead I’m going to ask how many other supposed partners have done that to you.” 

“I mean…” Penguin hedges, sinking until the bottom of his hat hits the water. “All of them. I know that’s why people date me.” 

It’s true. He should know better by now.

There’s silence at that response. Penguin’s counting himself down to kicking off the wall and swimming to the far side to make a run for it when Killer reaches out and puts his hand back on the nape of Penguin’s neck. 

Warm. Heavy. A trap. 

“Peng,” he says again. Slower. Like he’s pained. “Baby.”

Penguin starts babbling.“Listen, I can just go and we’ll never talk about this again. I’m sorry I brought it up. Maybe— I mean, Law likes you. Like, he doesn’t usually like who I bring home. So, you do have a chance probably—“ 

Killer puts a hand over Penguin’s mouth.

“The only thing I want from Law,” Killer drawls, “is for him to like me enough to let me on his ship so that I can see you.” 

Penguin frowns. He resists his impulse to lick Killer’s palm. 

“I’m sorry that all those assholes couldn’t see you’re the best thing to happen to them.”

He moves closer, back into Penguin’s space. “But I’m not sorry they were kicked to the kerb, as they should have been, because I personally like being your boyfriend. When you’re not accusing me of trying to use you.” 

Penguin tears up. Killer removes his hand from his mouth.

“Now, can I get a list of these guys so I we have names of who to hunt down?” 

Laughing wetly, Penguin scrubs at his face with his hands. “Law likes to take care of it,” he says. 

“Killing?” 

“Missing body parts.” 

Killer nods. “Acceptable.”

He leans over and fits his chin over Penguin’s hat. “We’re going to talk about the self esteem thing later,” he says. 

“We are?” squeaks Penguin. 

“But for now I think we have about two hours before someone comes looking for us, and I want to hear you talk more about that thing— That thing you like. The leaf thing.” 

“Leaf pressing,” Penguin corrects, steady on familiar ground. 

“Yeah.” Killer leans against him. 

Heavy. Warm. Assuring. 

“Tell me about the leaves.” 

And Penguin does.

Later on, when Penguin returns to the Tang looking rosy and cheery, he announces to the whole crew that he has a boyfriend. 

Shachi and Law breathe sighs of relief. They both knew this one was a good one, as much as Law hates that he’s a Kid pirate.

[glassartpeasants]

Had a fic idea but decided it wasn't gonna be long enough for a full fic so here's the slice of idea my brain had. Also written on my phone at work so-

Eustass Kid x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst, cheating but literally one line mentioning it.

~~~

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you stare out to sea, wishing you were sitting on a ship instead of an old rickety dock. The salty breeze blowing against your face lightly. In your hands were open letters and letters waiting to be sent. Each one dripping with love and devotion. Words of encouragement scribed on the pages along with a red origami heart waiting to be discovered.

All that for the love of a man who you realize you'll never see again. Even though he promised he'd come back for you. That all you had to do was give him a year and he'd be back to take you with him. To bring you to sail the seas with him as he paved his way to becoming king of the Pirates.

All you had to do was wait a year. And wait you did.

Even though you couldn't tell him how much you loved him in person, you sent him letters every week. Each and everyone expressing you love for him, about your week, congratulating him on getting in the paper and giving him the little red origami heart. Or when you didn't have the red paper, you'd gently pick a red tulip from your garden and press it before sending it put in an envelope with the letter. Watching the carrier bird fly away made your heart jump as you couldn't wait for the letter that would come your way in return.

You remember how joyous you used to feel when a letter came only a few days later. Being handed a letter covered in oil and smelling of metal felt like tou were getting a present everytime. When you opened it after immediately running home and jumping on your bed to read it, you were always met with a piece of metal formed into a flower. Each one different then the last.

While some might not be able to read his brutish hand writing, you could understand it perfectly. Reading each one made you kick your legs and giggle. Excitement filling you as you waited for yhe day when he returned to the south blue to whisk you away and show you how life is meant to be lived. Each letter only made you impatiently wait for the day.

But one year turned two, then three. And still no sign of your live coming back. The weekly letters turned monthly before then turning once every few months. Each passing day was like torture. Waiting and praying a letter would arrive only to be broken hearted 99 percent ot the time. You heard about him in the paper more then you heard from yhe man himself.

The times a letter did come, there was no longer a crafted flower along with it, the writing sloppy and no longer had the words 'I love you' written at the bottom of the page. While the envelope was still stained in oil and had the intense smell of metal, your heart no longer jumped when you were handed it. What once you use to read immediately, you now wait till the end of the day to read it. Anything and everything before reading the letters.

Now, the letters have stopped coming. And you've stopped sending them. No point in continuing to shatter your already broken heart, crying for another only for it to never arrive.

The final straw your fragile heart could take was seeing a picture of him kissing an unknown person. Seeing it on the front page of the newspaper made your world crumble around you. The life you planned stolen from your fingertips right before your eyes. Dreams of going places out to sea and away from the south blue crushed. Bringing you back to the same dock you met him at, clutching all his and your letters close to your heart.

"Red headed bastard...you really are the worst of the worst generation."

[kidlawevents]

🌷Bottom Eustass Kid Week Masterlist🌷

Please check out our masterlist for the bottom Eustass Kid event and give the writers and artists some love. ♡

We were positively surprised by so many awesome people taking part and want to thank everyone! If we've missed anyone's work or any of the links doesn't work, don't hesitate to message us.

Art

Kid

Bondage by Alana

Bondage by Yami

Kid/Katakuri

Day 1 by @fantasmafuera

Day 3 / pining by @fantasmafuera

Day 4 by @fantasmafuera

Day 5 / aftercare by @fantasmafuera

Day 2 & 6 by @fantasmafuera

Day 7 / breeding by @fantasmafuera

Day 8 / cow Kid by @fantasmafuera

Kid/Killer

Praise kink by Yami

Sharing a bath by Yami

Kid/Law

Gay panic by @attyattlaw

Bondage by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Praise kink by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Sharing a bath by @glooumnastas

Aftercare by Yami

Overstimulation by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Overstimulation by Yami

Breeding kink by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Kid/Shanks

Breeding by Yami

3some

Kid/Heat/Wire by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Kid/Law/Robin by @sorellaerba

Kid/Law/Luffy by Yami

Fanfic

Kid/Reader

Merinthophilia by @quinloki

cw: bondage, oral sex, gn-reader (no details other than they’re smaller than Eustass), swearing 18+ only.

Ap-Praising-ly by @quinloki

cw: praise, jerking-off, kind of maybe foot fetish but you might have to squint, gn reader 18+ only.

Bottom!Kid - Day 4 by @quinloki

cw: omegaverse / a/b/o, alpha Eustass, omega reader, bottom!Eustass but I lost control of him at the end. Gender neutral reader (no genitalia descriptions, no pronouns), strap-on. 18+ only.

Bottom!Kid - Day 5 by @quinloki

cw: camboy, masturbation, reader not visible (user name UnderstatedGrin), lingerie, penis piercings referenced. 18+ only.

Benched by @quinloki

cw: breeding, group sex, afab reader, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, voyeurism, explicit, 18+ only.

Kid/Killer

Bondage & 'S&M' by Rhianna by @thegrandlinesimp (2,845 words)

Warnings: Bondage (shibari), collaring, flail usage, nipple clamps, cock cage, orgasm denial, Kid struggling to submit but really wanting to so it seems dubious but really isn't, Killer being posessive (if I missed anything let me know)

Aftercare by @thegrandlinesimp (2,508 words)

Warnings: Shibari, painplay, blindfold, deep subspace, nipple clamps, shower sex, abundance of fluff

Praise Kink & Overstimulation by @thegrandlinesimp (3,374 words)

Warnings: Bondage, past slavery, overstimulation, Kid getting fucked silly for the first time and loving it

Coming Undone by Fen (10,718 words)

Kid is stressed and his usual way of destressing isn't cutting it anymore. His best friend (with benefits) suggests switching it up by having Kid give up control for once. After some deliberation and some negotiation, Kid reluctantly agrees—promptly finding that he gets more than he bargained for.

Kid/Law

Praise kink by @sneakend (2,122 words)

Tags: Established Relationship, Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Praise Kink

Get some by @sneakend (2,115 words)

When Kid gets temporarily turned into a woman, Law's more interested in testing out his new body than fixing the situation.

Behind the night by @sneakend (5,860 words)

It's been a long time since Kid was in heat and Law can't wait to take full advantage of the situation.

Kid/Robin + Kid/Law

Rhapsody by @sneakend (3,538 words)

Penguin and Shachi introduce Law to the wonderful world of live streaming.

Kid/Shanks

Prisoner by Lentils (4,695 words)

After the attack on the ship, Kid was fished out of the water is chained in a room on The Red Force. His captor, Shanks has asked Kid to join his fleet to which he flatly refuses. Shanks return everyday to talk to Kid, have a place to drink, or just enjoy 'the view.' Each time he comes by he seems to get creepier.

3some

Triage by @sneakend (3,766 words) Kid/Law/Penguin

When Shachi finds a one-night stand at the bar, Penguin's expecting his night to be ruined. Luckily, Kid's pretty good at cheering people up.

Try-to-affect-ya by @quinloki Kid/Law/Reader

cw: spicy threesome, afab reader, trafalgar law, oral sex, anal sex, swearing, bratty behavior 18+ only.

[sneakend]

Sex work for day 5 of the bottom Eustass Kid week @kidlawevents

E, Kid/Law & Kid/Robin, 3538 words

[chromatic-lamina]

hi! i follow you for heart pirates content but i know you ship kidlaw so, saw an event for them on twitter (for late may) and thought you might be interested (@/kidlawevents is the account organizing, i think i can't share links on anon) <3

Hey, thanks so much, anon! KidLaw isn't my main ship, but I do like it <3. (Main ship is probably MarLaw, although I don't write for it much any more, but a new story appeared on AO3 last night!). Then ZoLaw, LawBin, LawSan, AceLaw, SmoLaw 😁 (character name order means nothing). Law goes so well with so many people! (also, platonic is fine with all those folk). After L*Law, KidLaw is probably the ship with the most content, and I really like soft KidLaw, so I participate sometimes.

That event (Bottom Eustass Kid week) is on tumblr too, and it's a Eustass Kid with anyone—not just Law—event. So I hope that folks who are interested are following! May 22-29.

I hope there's enough Hearts content amongst the shipping posts, anon!

[thegrandlinesimp]

Day 6: Aftercare

@kidlawevents

A/N: Direct sequel to this one, I’d recommend reading that first.

Warnings: Shibari, painplay, blindfold, deep subspace, nipple clamps, shower sex, abundance of fluff

Kid shivered in anticipation, his walls were broken, demons no longer weighing him down.

Killer was going to make him fly.

Deft fingers carefully removed the clamps from his nipples, making him sob at the harsh ache spreading through his chest, and the plug was removed with a slick squelch.

His mind drifted, world shrinking.

Killer untied the rope.

It all went slack over his torso, breath stuttering as his tightened body was shed of its prison. Red rope fell to the mattress, his body was shifted, moved to the blonde’s will, striped of the last thing holding him together, the last thing that kept him from breaking. Kid sobbed and hiccuped, raw pain blossoming across his body as the rope left angry red lines in its wake. Blood pounded through his veins as his body tried to righten itself, and with each ragged sob the phantom pain from the clamps pulsed in time with his stuttered breath. Yet through it all he remained impossibly hard.

When it was all over, when the rope was all gone, he fell on his side, sobbing, shaking, stump trapped under his body.

Mind blank.

Nothing existed, save for him and the bed he lay on.

A gentle hand caressed his hip.

And Killer.

Right.

What would he be without the other half of his soul?

Hands gently massaged along his body, focusing on his hips and legs, easing the tension from bent bent for so long. Kid’s skin tingled from the touch, the harshest points of pain were caressed off his body by Killer’s tender touch, leaving an ebbing ache behind.

“Such a good boy.”

Kid’s sobbed, smile lopsided, little whimpers hitched, blindfold soaked with tears as his tingling body began to grow cold from the night air.

Night.

Yes.

They were on the ship.

Another thing added to his shrunken world.

His breath caught in a whine when a hand left his skin, the other rubbing his hip in soothing circles as he hears the sound of a draw opening.

“Shh, beautiful, just gonna fix you up.”

Gently, ever so gently, Kid was rolled back onto his front. On instinct he tried to move back into his previous position, legs tucked tightly under him and arm pinned to his back. He was safe like that, safe.

“No,” Killer’s voice was soft as he gently held him down by the hips, denying his pliant body any movement, “you’re alright, love, relax, I’ve got you.”

Right, yes, Killer always had him. Had…hadn’t he told himself he didn’t need the blonde before? He wanted to laugh at the thought, no, he’d always need Killer. Always.

He gave a little whine as lotion was spread on his ass, bringing forth a burning sting from the countless flail strikes.

“Easy, just gonna do this, then we can cuddle, then a shower, alright?”

Kid hummed, he liked the sound of that, especially the shower part, that was the bit where Killer put him back together. Right now he was floating, hollow, not quite right, but that was okay, it felt kind of nice, being nothing and just existing. No responsibilities, no traumatic memories, no expectations, just…being.

Killer kneaded at his ass, rubbing the lotion so the red, raw skin wouldn’t become irritated as it healed. It felt nice, allowing Kid to relax further into the mattress, body thrumming with endorphins and a tinge of leftover adrenaline. Once Killer was satisfied, he went on to massaging the young captain’s shoulders and arms, easing the tension in the aching limbs. He seemed to hesitate at Kid’s stump, and the redhead had enough brain power to realise that this was the first time they’d done this since he lost his arm. That was okay, though, he thought idly to himself as Killer climbed onto the bed, he was here, Killer was here, if it was an arm or his life he knew what he’d choose.

He grunted as Killer pulled him so his back to the blonde’s chest, arms wrapped around him, a leg draped over his hip. Neither mentioned that the blindfold was still on, Kid liked it on, it kept him in that state of weightlessness, body tingling with satisfaction even though he remained in the dark. Maybe he slipped into unconsciousness, he couldn’t tell, all he knew was the strong set of arms around his body, leg hooked over his hip, the blonde cocooning Kid’s body with his own.

“It’s getting late,” Killer eventually murmured into his hair, warm breath tickling the back of his neck, “you good to have that shower now?”

Kid hummed, pressing back into the blonde, and Killer chuckled.

“Alright, let’s get you up.”

Killer got up first, being sure to keep a hand on Kid as he did so, never leaving him alone in the dark. The redhead tried to sit up, it took a moment for his mushy brain to figure out what he needed to do. With some help from his partner he was soon sitting on the edge of the bed, Killer kneeling between his legs so he would drape his arm over the blonde’s shoulder and lean on him for support, chin resting on Killer’s other shoulder. His first mate hummed, arms wrapped around him, hands caressing his back in soothing circles.

“Just tell me when you’re ready to stand.”

Was he ready? Kid wondered to himself. He huffed, leaning further onto the blonde, and Killer - after years of doing this - knew the wordless sign, taking his weight and slowly helping him stand. His legs shook, the world felt like it had flipped upside-down for a moment, stomach lurching at the sensation and he whined in distress.

“Easy, easy,” one arm behind him moved to get a better hold behind his back as Killer bent down slightly, his other hooking behind Kid’s knees, “I’ve got you.”

Kid hummed, body going completely slack as the blonde gently lifted the young captain into his arms. He nuzzled into the crook of Killer’s neck, taking in the thick, masculine scent of sweat and arousal. Kid’s heart hammered in his chest, body tingling with excitement.

As a child, he hated showers and baths, and as a young teen - after eating the Jiki-Jiki no Mi - he hated them even more. It was only after he and Killer started dating that the blonde steadily conditioned him to enjoy bathing with the incentive of sex. Now though? Now he was looking forward to the sense of bliss that being put back together bought.

What he didn’t like, though, was that Killer had to sit him down on the stool in the on suite bathroom while he went to turn the shower on, and anxiety quickly began to coil in his gut at being left alone in the dark.

“Gonna try making that new pasta dish we had on that last island.”

Ah, there he was.

The anxiety left as quick as it had come as he listened to Killer prattle on about the coming week’s dishes. It was routine, if the blonde was in a position where he couldn’t touch Kid, he spoke, his voice bringing the young redhead a familiar sense of ease. It never mattered what Killer spoke about, and only on the very rare occasion Kid would hum, signalling he was listening, but other than that he remained silent.

The talking stopped for a moment as Killer approached him, close enough that the spray of the shower didn’t drown out his soft voice, “Gonna touch you now.”

Kid gave a single, slow nod and grunted.

A hand was placed on his right shoulder, lips brushed against the crook of his neck on the left side, tongue tracing the new scars. It was like an electric shock to his jelly like body, muscles tensing at the feeling as his steady breathing hitched. This time - when Killer helped him to stand - he stayed on his feet, legs still trembling a little, but he felt surer on his feet.

A thumb brushed the side of his face, tracing underneath the blindfold, “Can I take this off?”

Kid whined.

Soft lips pressed against his, tongue sliding into his mouth. His knees buckled slightly as he moaned, arm wrapping around the blonde’s shoulders to pull him closer. It was like the strike of flint to a rock, igniting the deep warmth of arousal within his tired body. Fingers curled through his hair, tugging ever so gently, sending a thrill of pleasure down his spine and straight to his hardening cock.

Kid whined again when Killer pulled away, “Now can I take it off?”

He nodded, mind drunk from the kiss.

“Eyes closed.”

Kid did as he was told, and when the cloth was removed he could tell that the lights were off, as no blinding light tried to shine through his eyelids. Killer wrapped one arm around his waist, taking his hand as he guided Kid into the shower. The sudden warmth of the water made him gasp, hair flattening against his brow from the steady spray of water. Killer hugged him from behind, pressing his lips to the young captain’s neck. They stood like that, letting the water wash the sweat off their bodies and revelling in the closeness one another.

Killer kissed his neck again and his heart skipped a beat in excitement. Hands ran down his body, caressing his thighs, his half hard cock twitching in interest.

“You ready for me, gorgeous?” Killer whispered in his ear.

Kid’s breath stuttered, but he didn’t answer out loud, letting his actions show his consent as he shuffled out of the blonde’s hold, leaning forward against the wall with his good arm and spreading his legs, bracing his feet on the wet tiles.

“Need to hear you, Kid,” Killer murmured as his hands came to rest on the redhead’s hips.

Kid took a shaky breath, “P-please,” he whispered, voice still hoarse from his cries earlier, “need you.”

“Such a good boy,” the blonde stepped forward, thick, hard cock pressing against the swell of his ass, and Kid gasped, rolling his hips back to meet him.

“I love how needy you are for me,” Killer murmured as he slowly ground against the redhead, “always so good for me.”

Kid moaned, stomach clenching with want, a want to be filled, fucked, loved. Lips mouthed at his neck and he rolled his head to the side, breath stuttering as Killer’s tongue dragged over his pulse. He whined as the blonde’s cock slipped between his cheeks, the tip rubbing against his asshole.

“Deep breath, beautiful.”

Those words brought back old memories, good ones, that made Kid smile and sigh.

The pressure was good, intense, yet his body remained unyielding even as he did as he was told.

“Kid, you need to relax,” Killer murmured, tightening the hand that had its fingers laced through Kid’s, “I promised, you, remember, it won’t hurt.”

It hadn’t then and it didn’t now, that thick, heavy cock sliding easily into his willing body, his back arching as he groaned in relief, nails catching on the gaps between the tiles on the wall as his fingers curled. Killer set a slow pace as he eased into the redhead, hips rocking, pressing in a little more than he pulled out. Kid groaned at the feeling of being slowly filled, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck as Killer’s warm panting ghosted over his skin. It was when the blonde started to deliberately grind against his prostate at that perfect angle that Kid felt his knees buckle, and an arm wrapped abound his torso while the other hand tightened its grip on his hip.

“I got you,” Killer’s voice trembled next to his ear, the soaked hair of his goatee rubbing against his shoulder, “I got you, Kid.”

His one hand left the tiled wall for a split second, before darting back from an overwhelming wave of uncertainty; they hadn’t had sex in the shower since Kid lost his arm, and the lack of the vital limb left him feeling unsteady on the wet floor.

“It’s okay,” Killer murmured, pressing slow, sensual kisses to his neck that made him moan and his cock throb, “Let go.”

Kid’s hand shook as he reached back, eyes still closed and heart in his throat. Finally his fingers found purchase in his partner’s long blonde locks and Killer groaned in appreciation. His body relaxed, the familiar hold soothing beyond even his own comprehension. Killer rocked his hips harder, the erotic sound of wet flesh hitting flesh filling the room, along with Kid’s shaky, baritone moans.

His eyelids fluttered open, scarlet gaze flicking to the side and meeting sea blue accompanied by a dazzling smile.

“There he is,” Killer hummed, kissing his cheek, “there’s my Kid.”

The young captain gave a soft cry as his first mate sped up his thrusts, breath ragged beside his ear.

“Feels so good, Kid,” the words were moaned right into his ear, making his heart ache with delight, “Gonna fill you up, love.”

Kid whined, the warm coil in his gut that had been steadily tightening suddenly clenching, head rolling back as he panted, hot shower water hitting his face, running down his chest to where Killer was groping at his aching pecs.

“Gonna come for me, beautiful?” Killer whispered, breath hitching as Kid clenched around him, “Be a good boy and come for me, Kid.”

Kid found himself bending forward slightly as the coil snapped, “F-fuck, K-Kil!”

His eyes rolled, head tilting to the side as Killer mouthed against his neck, moaning praises to him before his own body seized up and he bit down on Kid’s shoulder as he came with a soft moan.

The shower roared overhead, their ragged panting the only other sound in the room. Slowly, Killer pulled out, keeping a tight hold on Kid as he helped the redhead gently sink to his knees. The heated water felt almost cool on Kid’s skin, shivering on the cold floor. He was vaguely aware of Killer helping him to stand, helping him to wash off, helping him into a clean pair of boxers. Always helping. Why did he ever think he could achieve anything without him?

By the time they made it to bed, the haziness had lifted some what, with Kid consciously making the decision to rest his head on Killer’s bicep when the blonde pulled him into his arms. He sighed, enjoying the feeling of fingers combing through his damp hair, answering all of the little check in questions his partner asked in sleepy grunts only Killer knew the translations to.

“Was I too rough?”

“Eh.” No.

“Was it good, using everything?”

“Mmm.” Fuck yes.

“How do you feel?”

“Mmph,” Kid grunted, burying his face into Killer’s chest.

Incredible.

“I’m glad,” he hugged Kid tighter, chin resting atop his head, “good night, Kid.”

“Night Kil, love ya.”

He knew the extra tension in the blonde’s arms meant he was smiling, “Love you too, Kid.”

[fantasmafuera]

@kidlawevents

Kid: let me go!...Let me go!...grrr

X;oi calmate novato

Kid: shut up!!

Katakuri: you should know your place newbie

Kid:finish raising me, shit.....

(that day kid found out he was gay......and that he likes "big")

[quinloki]

Bottom!Kid - Day 2

I decided to join this event like two days before the start, so for my own sanity, I'm doing this as completely off-the-cuff drabbles each day.

Please be aware that means the quality might be lacking more than usual ^_^;

cw: praise, jerking-off, kind of maybe foot fetish but you might have to squint, gn reader 18+ only.

Ap-Praising-ly

You lean back in the captain's chair and regard Eustass with an approving grin. The captain himself is on his knees in front of you, skin flush and body twitching. His breath is coming out hot and heavy and he's struggling to keep his eyes on you.

"Just a few more minutes," you purr, regarding the pocket watch in your hands. Your toes brush over his hot chest a few times as he continues to slowly masturbate in front of you. "Such a good boy too."

Eustass' face was already red, but the small praise manages to turn his face a neck a dark shade of it.

"Don't - annh... say that." He half growls, half pants, precum pooling at the tip of his cock.

"Mm, you like being praised, don't you?" You muse, using the top of your foot to tilt his chin up and bring his fuzzy gaze up to meet yours. "Big bad Captain Kid, losing his composure because he's doing a good job."

"I'm... not..." He grits his teeth, his hazy gaze clearing a little. "Losing my - fuck - composure."

You lean forward in the chair, hand grabbing his hair and pulling him toward you just a little so you can speak into his ear. "Of course you aren't. Willful captain. Strong, proud Eustass Kid can last another moment, I'm sure. Cock twitching in anticipation, leaking pleasure enough to lubricate your impressive girth."

You want to nibble on his ear or lick along his neck, but that would be in violation of the current agreement.

"Your skin's radiating heat, Captain." You murmur into his ear, only barely avoiding brushing your lips along the curve of it. "Your breath's coming out so heavy I can feel it against my skin. You want to cum so badly, and you've done so well. Lasting this long after I teased and tortured you all day."

"God... dammit..." Kid huffs, frustration tinges the edges of his tone, but his voice is thick and heavy with need. "I knew you were fuckin' with me."

"All you wanted to do was bend me over your desk and rail my sweet little brains into oblivion," you continue, feeling and seeing his body twitch and hearing his breathing quicken. "Covering my quivering, sweaty, needy body with your cum, eh... Captain ♥ ?"

"Hnghk - Fuck!" Eustass' body tenses and his hand moves faster as he cums between the two of you. You look down at the pocket watch and smile.

"You made it, what a good boy." You say it with a grin, watching him grimace against the praise as he goes red to his ears.

You get back into the captain's chair properly, spreading your legs open. "You were such a good boy, Captain, you should come up here and claim your reward ♥."

Taking a couple seconds to catch his breath, he looks at you as a devious smile slips across his lips, a fire in his eyes that sends a shiver up your spine. You bit your lower lip as he settles between your thighs - after he takes his reward, he's likely to reclaim his chair.

@kidlawevents

[swampstew]

Day 29 ~ Eustass Kid X F! Reader X Couples Costume Contest

Title: Eustass Kid X F! Reader X Couples Costume Contest CW: Spicy, penetration, rough and soft Eustass Kid, creampie, M!n0rs DNI WC: 1.4K

Last DNI warning

"Stop squirming Kid!" you whine as you tried your best to insert the red colored iris lens into his eye.

"Fucking hurry up! It feels weird," he snapped, lying on his back with you straddling his broad chest while you applied his costume makeup and the finally the lens.

Annoyed with his attitude, you quickly raised your hips and lifted yourself up a few inches before falling down to his chest without warning. The resulting oomph from Kid also gave you the opportunity you needed, his eyes opened wide from the action and you quickly placed the lens on his eye.

Rolling off him before he could retaliate, you held your hands up in surrender. "There, it's done!"

He grabbed your wrist harshly anyways, "that was uncalled for," he growled.

"You were being a big, whiny baby about it!"

If looks could kill.

"Ohhh yes that's the glare. Now you just need your cyborg face and arm and we have a perfect Terminator costume!" you chirped happily.

He huffed at you, rolling his eyes and his forehead twitched as he got used to the lens in his one eye. "Y/N don't forget this is for one night only. This is fucking stupid but I'm doing it because you would not shut the fuck up about it for the last three weeks."

"Gosh you're so fucking sweet on me," you roll your eyes.

That earned you a toss on to the bed as Kid towered over your frame, scowl on his face, forehead vein twitching irritably. He crawled on top of you and pinned you down as a leer grew on his face.

"I've never been sweet in my goddamn life. I am however, eager to be hard on you." Growing hardness prodding your body. "So how about it? We fuck instead of going to this lame ass party."

You pouted, not a fucking chance! But if there's one thing you learned being in a relationship with Eustass 'Captain' Kid was compromise.

"But if we don't go, we can't win the costume contest or money prize!"

He stilled, brain working overtime as he weighed his options and personal pride. "Fine! Quickie and then we go."

Agreeing to his terms, you let him kiss your body as he fondled your curves eagerly. Hands softly kneading your breasts while teasing fingers pinched your nipples through your tank top, you let out sharp inhales from the touch, the way the pleasure and pain worked you up in balanced harmony, eliciting wetness between your legs.

Painted lips smirking against yours, he lifted your flimsy top over your head and continued his touches while sucking on your neck, leaving soft marks on your flesh. Your moans made his chest swell with pride, the way you couldn't contain your lust for him internally as he barely graced you with a fraction of his sexual prowess.

"My Y/N, such big words and attitude for my soft little flower," he laughed as he began sucking on your perked nipple, giving it a soft nip and causing you to yelp and arch your back into him.

Pulling back, he licked and kissed up your sternum, paying special attention to the tattoo between your breasts. A single red tulip. You could feel his proud smile as his lips kissed the art on your body; the tribute to him memorialized on your body forever. His cock became impossibly hard and he groaned as he felt pain strike him, the aching need to fill you up.

Your hands gripped his fiery red locks and your gaze was filled with desire. "Kid," you whimper, eyes locking. "Hurry the fuck up, it's mean to keep me clenching on nothing but air."

His lips were on your swollen ones in an instant and his hands roughly pulled down yours and his pants off, clumsily hitting your body with his cock as he spread your legs and positioned himself over you.

Wasting not a second longer, he plunged into your pussy and bottomed out immediately. Groaning obscenely at the squelching noise as your body eagerly accepted him. His lips glued on yours but not moving, concentrating with all his might to not bust then and there.

Your tongue slipped out and began licking his lips, pleading for entry and through his panting you slipped in. Sweetly exploring his mouth, his tongue paralyzed by his brain trying to regain control of the situation. Your tongue ran over his jaw and down his throat, licking his pulse point when you gave him a little nip, a suggestive 'move it the fuck along.'

Eustass Kid was not a soft man and that did not change as he slammed into your body with ferocious need. Driven by the urge to dominate your body and soul to him, bind you to him in every way, forever. To chase your orgasms as quickly as possible so he could stay in your warm embrace, tingling from the afterglow as you both came down. That was why he loved quickies - quick to get there, quick to finish, and laying in bed lazily enjoying the post fuck haze together.

You loved his rough and aggressive nature, especially when it came to sex. You were no stranger to long nights of endless teasing and edging, but when he had a mission in mind you knew you could count on a quick rush followed by a mind blowing orgasm that could meld your body into his. If you add his competitive nature into the mix, you knew you could get anything you wanted.

"Y/N," he panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his end. "Baby, I need you finish. Or we'll be late," he grunted out, hair plastered to his forehead as bucked into you.

"You know what I need to get there," you moan loudly, spreading yourself open even wider for him. He grunted in response and steadied his arms on either side of you.

He pulled out completely and changed his pace. Kid began to fuck you with long, precise strokes; his cock hitting that spongey spot inside of you that had you squealing and convulsing as he kept up his pace.

"Fuck, oh fuck babe! I'm, I'm!" you couldn't finish your sentence, pussy clenching down on his thick shaft as his tip rubbed your spot again and you came, eyes clenched shut and rocking your hips to hasten the rubbing his tip was doing to you. You felt the coil inside you snap as you throbbed, clenched and gushed on him.

Kid's eyes closed, shaved eyebrows furrowed as he rutted into your pussy, your tightness coaxing out his orgasm as he growled out in pleasure. He painted your walls white as you vibrated on him, your hips stuttering as his cockhead and his hot seed spurting inside you overstimulated your g-spot repeatedly.

He rocked one final thrust into you and that pushed you over the edge of your second orgasm, eliciting a shriek from you from the overstimulation and ecstasy coursing through your body.

Laying on top of you but not putting all his body weight over your smaller body, Kid left his eyes closed as the waves of orgasm ebbed and flowed, that post sex haze blanketing you both while you were still connected.

"Babe?" you finally squeak out.

"Hmmm?"

"Time to gooooooo," you plead.

"But you're so warm," he complained.

The prize is 1 million beli and pumpkin crowns for the winners," you whine.

Amber and faux red eyes shooting open, you placed a loving kiss on him before he pulled out. Using his power, he quickly put together the final touches of his costume while you cleaned yourself off and grabbed your matching leather jackets and aviator sunglasses. Looking at your couples costume in the mirror, he smirked. "Fuck we're going to be the most badass couple there."

~~~~~~~

"And the winner of Buggy's Spooktacular Special is......Eustass Kid and Y/N with Sarah Connor and the Terminator!" Alvida announced to the cheers from the crowd.

Smirking with pride, you both walk to the stage to claim your prizes. He wrapped his robotic arm around your shoulder and placed a large kiss to the side of your head after you both were crowned.

"Did you have fun?" you look at him with nothing short of pride and love in your gaze.

Nodding, he rolled his eyes before muttering into your ear, "I always have fun when you're at my side, Y/N."

[the-piece-of-spadille]

Hey!!!! Can I ask ummmm nsfw scenario of Trafalgar Law x shy! fem! S/O? Okay, Law use this prompt 37, 43, 50. So, I have read that I can use 3 prompts. But I have choose one character so... I hope that's alright for you.... And that's it. Take your time.😊

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting. Sorry this took so long to make. I’m a little rusty in the NSFW department. I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it out!

Warning: NSFW 18+  

Word Count: 1.7k

Hell must have frozen over to allow both Trafalgar D. Water Law and Eustass Kid to lay anchor at the same island and run into each other at the bar. Both crews are watching from afar on opposite sides, placing bets on what’s going to happen next.

It’s not like Law to get jealous. He’s confident in himself and in the relationship the two of you formed in stone. He knows whole heartily he’d never have to worry about cheating, but that bastard Eustass Kid just rubs him the wrong way. If it weren’t for him already having made a promise to you earlier in the week for a weekend without violence, he’d probably being fighting right about now.

You were only meant to go to the bar and get a few drinks for your table when you grabbed the attention of the scarred pirate captain. Eustass found out easily that you’re rather shy and took advantage of that. He managed to talk his way into you into taking a seat at the bar next to him while waiting for the bartender to come over.

Truth be told Eustass just wants to cause trouble per usual and see just how far he can go until he gets under the Surgeon of Death’s skin. And if he’s lucky maybe a fight would break out. He made causal bar talk and you only replied to be polite and to keep things civil. You knew of his reputation and all you wanted was a night of peace. Eustass however, decides to kick things up a notch. He throws out his charm and starts to get a little flirty to see if you’ll take the bait.

Eustass doesn’t know that you’re dating Law, in fact nobody does for your safety. He just sees a pretty girl that happens to be part of Law’s crew, but he had his suspicions. He can feel the Surgeons eyes watching him ever since you walked up to the bar. And to your luck just as the bartender walks over, he says he has to go retrieve more sake from the cellar.

You let out an audible sigh at having to wait longer while the rival captain smirks. He moves closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, but you quickly shrug it off. You turn and look up at him to tell him to knock it off when you noticed his attention elsewhere again. 

Every time he made some type of advancement or flirty comment, he wasn’t looking for your reaction, but your captains. He was using you to get to your captain, but for what? Deciding to play into this little game, you stay seated to figure out his intent with your lover no matter how anxious your starting to feel.  

Law thus far has remained calm, only giving Kid an unreadable expression. It wasn’t until Eustass offered you his drink to ease your discomfort that Law visually saw how nervous you were getting. You were used to fighting other captains and the like, not sitting next to one at a bar, and certainly not being flirted with by one. Eustass nudges his drink over to you in hopes to calm you. You’re not his target for the night, he doesn’t wish to make you uncomfortable.

Law isn’t sure what it is about that drink that makes his blood boil. He knows it’s not poisoned; he’s been watching Kid like a hawk and just saw him drink from it. Maybe it was the fact it was Kid’s own drink that he’s drank from at the bar. It was childish of him to get jealous over your lips touching the same glass as Kid’s. It’s not remotely the same as kissing, yet Law felt the need to cut him in half with the full intent to leave him that way.

At first you tried to decline the drink nicely, but he insisted, saying that it looked like you could use one to ease your nerves. He gave you a smile, though in his true devilish fashion. When you picked up the glass just as expected, Eustass’s attention again went straight to the man standing in the back corner. You figured if you played your cards right, you’d get closer to finding out what he wanted with Law and so you throw your head back, downing the drink. Eustass then has the audacity to smirk over at Law.

Trafalgar having enough of Eustass’s childish games uses “Room” to create a spherical territory. It quickly enveloped the entirety of the bar, grabbing the attention of all the pirates and other guests. In an instant your body is teleported by his side and an empty shot glass in your place next to Eustass. Wasting no time Law grabs your hand and quickly walks out the bar leaving behind an amused Kid.

“That was dangerous (Y/n)-ya,” continuing to pull you away from the bar and towards the safety of your home for the night. “I was just trying to keep things civil- Hey! Slow down a little please.” He didn’t. He kept the same pace until he reached the door only stopping to unlock it.

“I only wanted to know what his deal was with you” you state innocently. “He wasn’t interested in me.” He opened the door and stepped aside to let you in first. Inside he closes the door a little harsher than he wanted to, he’s not angry at you, just angry that Kid was getting under his skin. That he was flirting with you right in front of him. He grumbles as he reminded himself about the stupid drink you shared and grew jealous again.

Law pulls you against him and urgently covers your lips with his own. Hands cupping your face while he feverishly kisses you with passion, cleaning your lips of any trace of that damn liquor. Grabbing his coat to keep yourself balanced from the sudden kiss, you almost yelp when he bites down on your bottom lip.

He picks you up, giving your ass a generous squeeze before crossing the small home, laying you down onto the soft bed. You take this opportunity to catch your breath from the unexpected kiss while Law stands at the foot of the bed and starts to shrug off his layers of clothes. His golden orbs sinfully watching you, running all over your form as he undresses.

He only manages to take off everything on his upper half, before leaning over your much smaller frame, caging you underneath him, his weight anchoring you in place. Your face flushed from how he looks at you. Law gently licks at your sore lip from where he bit you, giving you a much gentler kiss to say sorry as you run your hands through his dark raven colored hair.

Ever so slowly his hands trail down your curves and starts undressing you while his tongue dances sinfully with yours. Tossing away your clothing, you lay only in your bra and panties while he grinds his clothed cock against your dampening core. Pulling away to let out a soft moan. “You like that Kitten?”

Continuing his motions with his hips, Law starts moving his lips away from yours, leaving a wet trail of kisses down the jaw and neck. Making sure to leave a few marks on your neck that will surely darken. “Law please” you cried.

“Please what, love?”

Your face flushes at the thought of asking. It doesn’t matter that you’ve done it before, asking to feel his lips where you’re most sensitive still leaves you bashful. Law knows what you want but he loves teasing you into saying it. His sweet little Kitten always so shy to ask him to give you oral.

“Please Law I need you.”

“Where do you need me baby” he says in that deep seductive voice, looking into your eyes. You can see that start of a smirk forming across his face. His hand trailing down, “right here?” The pad of his finger lazily stroking over your clothed damping core.

“Yes! Right there” you exclaim as your hips buck. With one last lingering kiss to your lips, he starts his slow decent towards your aching core, removing that last barrier of clothing that’s keeping him from you.

Law rubs his finger across your slit, placing small kisses on the inside of your thighs leading closer and closer to your core. You need more friction and try to move your hips, but Law holds you in place. “Patience baby. All good things come to those who wait.” He toys with you a little longer before making sure his finger is coated in your slick, pushing it inside to earn a light moan from you.

He gives you a few more thrusts with his finger before giving you a gentle lick. “Fuck” you moan, tossing your head back into the pillows. You can practically feel the smile on his face. Adding another finger to the mix to help get you ready for what’s to come.  “So pretty and wet, just for me.”

Law’s tongue licking at your folds while his thumb rubs mercilessly at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Let me hear you Kitten.” You do as he says. Needing something to hold onto, you reach down and tug at his hair, making him groan into you. Hips squirming at the jolts of pleasure, “Show how loud I can make you. Let that red headed bastard know who you belong to.”

You can feel the feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Finding it hard to stay still, your hips squirming, being so close to becoming undone. Law pushes his fingers back inside and attacks your bundle of nerves once again with his mouth. Turning you into a moaning mess. “Law! I’m close!” He can feel you tightening around his fingers.

“That’s is baby. Cum for me.”

Law’s other hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together just as you find euphoria. Squeezing your eyes shut at the pleasure finally going over the edge. Moaning his name so loud, you hope no one else is around to save you from embarrassment.  

Law giving your sensitive cunt one last kiss before making his way up to you, giving you a searing hot kiss so you can taste yourself on his lips. Pulling away so you can catch your breath. You can feel the prominent bulge in his pants, rubbing against you. Telling you the night has only begun. Law places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl.”

[husbandograveyard]

Fireworks - Kid x Reader

One Piece of summer challenge - week 7

part of the challenge hosted by @doctorgerth​ & @laws-yellow-submarine​ I’m attempting all 11 weeks, 11 different prompts and 11 different characters! This was actually my very very first idea for the challenge, but I saved it for somewhere midway to keep myself just that little bit extra motivated to make myself stick through the entirety of the challenge. We all deserve some soft Kid and I am here to serve! Enjoy! 

Prompt: Fireworks - Character: Eustass Kid - Word count: 1.5k 

as usual with Eustass, there’s swearing involved. 

“But there’s gonna be fireworks!” “I don’t care if even the goddamn king of the pirates was there himself, we cannot make this stop y/n. And we will not make it. Period. Now get the fuck out, don’t you have something better to do than nag my head off?” 

You felt your bottom lip quiver as you wordlessly left Kid’s workshop. After over a year of being together with him, you should’ve known better than to barge into his workshop after he was already in a bad mood. Some petty fight at breakfast that did not even involve you had made him slam doors and retreat to his little safe space on board. The only ones that could come in when he was in such a mood, were Killer and you. 

You had gone in with the intention to de-escalate, calm him down a little, and that worked out pretty well, until you had used the wrong tactic. You had proposed docking at a nearby island. The newspaper had announced there would be a big fireworks show for some kind of holiday, and you really wanted to go, disguising your ask as a proposal to blow off some steam and do something ‘fun’ with the crew.

Kid had immediately said no, saying that the crew did not deserve any break for their poor performances last stop, and that it was only a week since you left that last island. There was no reason to stop, you still had plenty of supplies. Changing course and stopping needlessly was just messing with his plans and he would have none of that. You kept on pressing on, and it became increasingly clear that you really just wanted to do something with him, but for some reason that had set him off even more. Yelling ensued, and eventually he had kicked you out of the workplace, leaving you to stand outside the door, fighting back tears. 

It was not like you guys barely fought. With a boyfriend with such explosive temper, fights were inevitable, and you were usually quite good at defusing the situation or letting off steam by engaging in a good old shouting match until Killer came along the tell you both to quit it. 

You were just so disheartened right now, it could’ve been such a great opportunity to hang out with your boyfriend, maybe scare away some unsuspecting civilians. He liked blowing things up occasionally, and you had wrongfully connected that to maybe him liking fireworks. And maybe he did like them, but just didn’t want to hang out with you for now. That last option made you feel even worse. 

You walked back to your cabin, the crew passing you on the way knowing better than to disturb you after a fight with Kid. The big difference now was that you weren’t even angry. You were just sad. You were not one to get overly emotional, Kid hated it when you cried, and not for the reason most boyfriends would hate seeing their girl cry, he just thought it annoying. So you locked yourself up in your room for a couple of hours, cried your heart out and you were back on your way. 

A good cry cleansed your body and soul, and even though the situation was far from fixed, you could at least find some energy to last until the next time you saw Kid. You weren’t really sure how to feel about the whole relationship as of now, but you would try to talk it out. After all, it’s not like you didn’t know you started a relationship with possibly the most difficult man on sea. 

He did not show up for dinner, and when Killer offered to go bring him a plate on your behalf, you thanked him, but proposed you’d do it yourself. You wanted to talk it out. You were not really sure what you wanted to accomplish by talking, but you really just wanted something. Let him know that you did not want to nag him, but also let him know you wanted to do something, anything together. 

You knocked on the door to announce your entrance, and then came in, carefully carrying the plate so no food would be spilled.  “Have you come to nag again?” Kid didn’t even turn to face you, too busy tinkering with whatever mechanics you did not understand to begin with.  “No, I just...”, you put the plate down next to him, in a spot where none of his supplies were, “I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have pushed you... but babe, it’s been weeks since we did something fun. I get that you don’t want to please the crew for what they pulled on the last island... but I’m not just a crew member. I am also your girlfriend and i’d love for you to spend some time with me. And looking at some stupid fireworks was my plan. But anything goes really. I shouldn’t have hidden it under some crew bonding. I just want it to be you and me.” 

He stood up from his workbench, towering over you, you stepped back a little, just cause you had been standing so close behind him to start with.  “You should’ve told me so doll”  “I know I know....” You sighed deeply. “We’re still not going to that stupid island. It’s too late anyway.”  You nodded.  “But I guess if you find some other dumb activity to do for us, you can tell me. None of that sappy family-crew-bonding bullshit okay? If you want a date, you tell me.”  You smiled in response, giving him a quick peck on the lips to say goodbye, so he could eat and focus on his project again.  “Maybe we can get some stargazing done? Not tonight, but just... some night. No crew needed, no stops on a strange islands, just you and I and the sky, and nothing else special.”   He grunted in response, which you took as a yes, and you walked out of the workshop, a weight of your shoulders now that was resolved. 

That night you were sleeping alone, not cause Kid was still mad, but it actually happened quite often that once he got busy in his workshop, and worked there all night, or at least most of the night. You were used to it, knowing you would wake up in his arms anyway. You were about to drift away when you heard the familiar footsteps in the hallway leading up to his cabin. 

You shifted a little, making yourself more comfortable, preparing for some lazy cuddles. Usually Kid was pretty quiet - or at least attempted to be quiet when he noticed you were already sleeping -, so you nearly jumped when he slammed open the door and called out your name.  “Kid, what the fuck?”  “Come out, stargazing”  You were confused, sleepy and a little pissed at the sudden wake-up call, not even registering what he said.  “Stargazing?” “Yes, dumbass, that’s what you wanted right? The sky is clear now, bring the blanket. It’s a little cold and I don’t want you nagging for my coat.” 

You crawled out of the bed, blanket wrapped around you and followed Kid through the hallways onto the deck of the Victoria Punk. He sat you down on a certain spot, mumbling something about it being the best view and you looked up. There were actually not that much stars visible and you frowned a little.  “Kid... are you sure this is the best time to-”  “Just shut up for a second y/n”  He didn’t sound angry or agitated and you did as he said as he sat next to you and wrapped an arm around you.  

BANG. 

You jumped, Kid chuckled. Before you could ask him what the fuck that sudden explosion was, you noticed a sea of sparkles lighting up the sky and you stared at them, mouth wide open with amazement. The first explosion was followed by man others, fireworks lighting up the sky in all kinds of different colors, formations, even some shapes. You were completely stunned by the view, seeing your boyfriend grin from the corner of your eye.  “Is this what you had in mind?”  You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.  “It’s even better. These are beautiful” You leaned up to kiss him, and cuddled even closer, pulling back and focusing on the beautiful fireworks again. They kept on coming, he must’ve spent nearly all day on it. That very idea warmed your heart. He probably was working on them as you went to bring him his dinner. It was his way of saying sorry, without actually saying it out loud.  “Hey captain?”  He looked at you skeptically, as he always did when you used that nickname outside of the bedroom. You liked using it here and there just to keep him on his toes. “I love you” He grinned proudly in response, pulling you in for another, longer and deeper kiss, pouring in the love from his side, fireworks still going of in the background. This was so much more intimate, so much better than any festival you could imagine. 

He could definitely be a handful, but you wouldn’t trade him for anyone. He cared in his own special way, and for you, that was more than enough.