#eustass ate that up

[mintytee]

HANDS DOWN THE BEST ANIMATION IN ONE PIECE. THIS EPISODE IS BEYOND EXPECTATIONS. DIRECTOR AND ANIMATORS ATE THIS UPPPPP (also played kid & law character song ). TRULY UNMATCHED!!! OH MY LORDDDDDDDDD

[kaivenom]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do the One Piece Guys x Reader where, since it is the Fall/Halloween season, there are short stories of romantic scenarios of them and the reader doing Fall/Halloween things?

One Piece men small romantic Halloween season scenarios

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Killer

A/N: This time Halloween caught me surprised and i wasnt planing on doing anything (cause i didnt have time to prepare it) but since two people asked for Halloween themed specials, i post this today 31th and the other one tomorrow 1st. Enjoy this fast done Halloween especial.

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Luffy

You came back to the ship and suddently all the floor was full of candy wrappers.

"Luffy, what did you do?" you yelled angryly to see your boyfriend on the floor with mouth full of chocolate like a small monster.

"Nothing."

"You fool, i see the evidence all over your face. Why? We were supposed to keep the candy for the kids to come here trick or treat." you almost thought you were about to cry due to frustation.

"Im sorry."

"i hope you are, halloween it's over." you said and go to sit on the couch, more sad than angry.

A couple of seconds later you felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and a cheek brushing against yours.

"Please, what can i do to compensate?"

"That is up to you." you were trying to isolate from everything but couldnt keep away the curiosity when he came upstairs.

A couple of minutes later he appeared with improvised costumes, one looked like a witch and another like a ghost.

"We are going trick or treating."

"We are adults."

"I dont care, if we cant take the candy from the houses then we will take it in a more... out of law way."

You couldn't help but laugh due to the silliness of the situation. But you finally accepted and go to town.

Of course, no one of the town gave candy to some adults but there were a marine base so... you stole all the candy they had, and then run all over town with the sacks on your shoulder.

"That was funny."

"It was." you laughed and kissed him, which of course he corresponded.

"Now we have more candy to eat." you pinched his cheek with a devilish smile.

"No, you already ate, now we are going to distribute it with the children." he pouted at this but accepted and you kissed him again, "don't worry, you will have a little trophy tonight."

He smiled and expecting of your night encounter, he didnt separate himself from you the rest of the evening.

Zoro

You both arrived at a town on Halloween exactly and the people there celebrated something were they visited their loved ones graves. All the crew took it as a very weird and macabre thing but Zoro seemed amused so you proposed to take a walk thru the graveyard.

Even in the dark of the night, the oranges of the candles and the flowers make everything so colorful and somehow, recomforting. Zoro took your hand and place it on his biceps, now you both waking like the couples around, connected.

"This is somehow beautiful."

"It is, it makes you value life and honour death, this people are wise and respectul. I like that."

"I percieve it."

He smiled and place a small kiss on your lips, he looked relaxed and gratefull and you loves that.

You discovered a church/temple were the foreigners could put offering to their lost ones. It was a big contrast the tradition for loved ones in the place and the traditions that Zoro had. But still, you tried to accompany him on his offerings and prayers.

"And now what?" you asked on the stairs of the temple while he raised his shoulders in confusion.

"Now you eat, beautiful couple." a men appeared and offered you some food.

You realized that people were sitting on the ground of the graveyard and eating whole meals. So you took a place a little distand (you didnt want to bother anyones graves) and did a little picnic.

"This is a beautiful tradition." you said.

"Almost as beautiful as you." kissed your forehead, "somehow its very spiritual, we can come back the next year."

"I like that." he gave you again more peppering kisses.

Somehow that night made him extra lovely and devoted to you.

Sanji

He had been planing it for weeks, Halloween its a special occasion for doing special themed dishes so... he had enough food to survive 100 years and he planned to do every dish he wanted.

"Sanji, what is this?" you entered the kitchen earlier than he expected.

"Umm, i was planning on doing a special halloween dinner... like a surprise."

"Oohh, i can help?"

He didnt planned on letting you help, you were his godness, you cant make your hands dirty, but seeing you with that ilusion on your eyes, make him weak. Accepted and invite you to start organizicing ingredients.

Really aesthetic everything, he helped you knead things by putting himself behind you and interconecting your hands, small kisses every now and then, you throwing flour at him jockingly.

The night came and the only thing left were some cookies on the hoven so you both started somehow slow dancing on the kitchen.

"I didnt expect that cooking with you would be so nice, i expected you to be like one of those judges of the cuisine shows."

"How can i judge my precious woman."

"With a positive review." you smiled and kissed his cheek while he spinned you around and now your back is on his chest.

"And i am so used to working alone on the kitchen that i didn't expect to have such a good time but as always, doing things with you is the best of the day."

Trafalgar Law

Even thought you didn't expect It, Law Its a fanatic of Halloween... More like a fanatic of Halloween themed movies such as slashers or thrillers, specially psicological ones. So, when you discovered, you had to plan something out for the day.

"Law, handsome, since you like that type of movies so much and we are on spooky season, would you like to bingewatch?"

"And you think you are capable of keeping It straight with the fear?" He said, clearly judging and challenging you.

"I would."

"Then i accept."

Half a movie later you were terrified but you didn't want him to know, and that lasted for like 2 movies. He was really intrigated on the plot to see your little shaking, or thats what you thought.

"Just said that you are scared and we can go seeing the old ones, with the bad cuality effects, It wont be that bad."

You shook you head, you wont admit that you are scared to him. Then, when a movie with jumpscares started, you couldnt keep It straight anymore.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" You yelled while pressing Trafalgar's head against your chest, full of fear. "I am dying of terror since two movies ago, i cant to this anymore."

"Thanks for finally admiting." He said calmly.

"Idiot, i wanted to try to be as strong as you, how can you see this and dont faint."

"Cause i am a surgeon." He simply said and you had to stop shaking him.

"Fair point. I should go to bed."

"In that state? No, you will stay here and we Will put some of that cheesy Halloween Romance movie you like, then if you like i can play a slashers old movie."

You nodded and placed your head on his neck, he laughed a little at your action but you couldn't be more in love with him on that moment, cause you know how much he hates romance movies

That night you were sleeping really close to him, almost suffocating him with your arms. Normally he would yell but today, he just hugged you back really strong and kissed you.

Eustass Kidd

Big dates usually comes with great parties, being Halloween the BEST of the year. Thats why kid thought and since he is the captain, everyone was obliged to go party with him when the crew sailed on the 31st.

The club was noisy and you were dressed Up like a witch while he was like a zombie, well, everyone on the crew dressed as zombies. But he was your dead men.

You danced, laughed, drinked and even singed. Especially when kid decided to go on stage, sing a little and then dedicate you the dong, really embarrasing.

Now you were outside, midnight and taking some fresh air.

"Here she is, my magical girl." Kid apareaded on the street with a cup on his hand and a cheeky smile.

"You are really drunk" you chanted a little.

"Its that the spell you put on me? Because It Is working really well." You laughed.

"You are silly."

"And you are looking gorgeous. I know that all the crew was invited but right now, It IS our special moment just..."

"Just you and your Hot baddass goth wife that you will do everything she says."

"You caught the words out of my mind and yes, i Will do everything you want."

He kissed you, passionaly, on the dark part of the street, for a long time. Long enough that some members of the crew began to start searching for you both.

But kid couldn't care less, when they found you, he kicked them out and a couple of minutes later you entered again on the club.

Dancing more, laughing more, drinking more and kissing more.

Killer

You were gathering some supplies for the ship and suddently Killer stopped in front of a big banner saying "Pumpkin carving contest". He tried to make you think that he didnt care but in reality it was obvious that he wanted to enter the salon and compete. He is good with knifes and you are good helping him so.

"Killer, if you want, we can..."

"We are adults, we are on our twenties, i am a big feared pirate and..." you looked at him, dead seriously, "i would really like it, if you dont mind and if we can still asign."

You smiled and followed him to the inside. You both signed and he was nervous cause he is big and all of that but inside there are people of all kinds.

He got his knifes, the responsables gsve you a pumpkin and you started thinking on the design, to help him go faster.

The clock marked the end of the contest and the judges passed thru the tables. Some people didn't finish the desings but killer and you being the coordinated couple you are... There was no problem.

You dont know if It was due to the terryfing look of the pumpkin of the intimating look of your boyfriend, but when the judges passed by, they started shaking.

"And the winner is Killer and partner."

You both jumped excited to get the prize, a dinner in a restaurant. In fact you dont really care about the dinner, just that Killer left out his bad boy rude men facade to do something funny and childish.

"That was amazing, we can go to the restaurant now if you want" thats what you said while exiting the salon.

"Yeah, we can do that." He lifted you Up on his shoulder and gave you a loveful spank.

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ROUND 6: POLL #1 - Semifinals

ROUND 6 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Siffrin/Isabeau:

I've put mid paragraph spoilers in || brackets || and paragraphs of spoilers make "spoilers ->"

I should mention that them having romantic feelings for each other is a partial spoiler?

What if. A silly little he/they guy. But! He's really messed up emotionally and mentally. Like. Constantly puts others first to his own detriment and calls himself manipulative kind of messed up. Also he's in a time loop. NOT a fun one. But! There's this jock in his party that he can joke with. And they looove making him smile! And! That jock is head over heels for our tiny hero. But! Neither of them can admit their feelings! ||Even if they know the feelings are mutual!!|| AND THE JOCK DOESN'T KNOW HE'S IN A TIME LOOP!!! AND LITTLE GUY WON'T TELL HIM! CAUSE THEY DON'T WANT HIM TO WORRY!!

I love them sooo much! They are my favorite he/they x ||trans masc|| couple <3

Siffrin is soooo insecure and I'm 100% sure Isa could fix him if he wanted to. They love telling each other just the worst puns and jokes imaginable.

[SPOILERS] -> Isa was a big nerd before he decided he wanted to be a huge jock and now he wants to design clothes now that he saved his county (along side his other friends)

Siff is just a little guy (literally)(he is short) who loves the stars abs doesn't remember a lot about his past. He constantly worries if he's being enough for the rest of his companions and always tries his best to make sure they're happy. He has soooo much trouble seeing value in himself and prioritizing his own needs and it makes me soooo sad :( he deserves to have someone like Isa.

[SPOILERS] -> Siff knows that Isa wants to confess after thier battle w the bbeg, but siff can't get Ida to say it no matter what they try :(

Eustass Kid/Killer:

Propaganda by @chronoirrai [HERE]

Friends/lovers since childhood, would kill and die for each other. [SPOILERS for those who have not watched/read the Wano arc yet] Killer ate a defective SMILE fruit to safe Kid, making him unable to swim and show any other emotion than laughing (and gains him nothing), and he also knew exactly where to cut off Hawkins' arm so he wouldn't harm Kid (because he knows his body so well). Kid promises to kill whoever makes fun of his partner, and lets himself be recaptured after escaping prison because Killer had gotten himself captured.

If this ain't love idk what is.

The captain/right-hand man dynamic. They call each other aibou (partner). If your partner doesn't tell you that he will send whoever laughs at you to hell then he is not worth it. Killer hates his own laugh to the point that he stopped laughing out loud and started wearing a mask. But then he was forced to eat a defective devil fruit (because they promised he could see Kidd if he did) so he's been cursed to only laugh no matter what emotion he's trying to express. That's why Kidd said that, it's so full of weight for someone like Killer. And when Kidd was imprisoned and he worked so hard to escape, but as soon as he saw Killer being pulled into the same prison he just broke out from mans did not hesitate for even a second to go right back in.

[nethhiri]

Kid and killer with someone who is a literal mouse/rat ? ate the mouse zoan fruit unknowingly thinking I’d be a cooler ability

I hope you don't mind if I turned this into a little drabble bc it inspired me. It was such a cute idea.

(Okay this got out of hand... I am incapable of telling a succinct story)

The Only Free Cheese Is in the Mousetrap

You had to admit, when you first ate the Mouse-Mouse fruit, you thought it was going to be something a little bit cooler. Mice were small and lame. No one would blink twice at a silly little mouse. As it turned out, that was your advantage.

You had been trying to hitch a ride through the Grand Line and you had been successful for the most part, hiding in the storage of random ships, eating whatever you could find. You didn't need much as an innocent little mouse. This ship, however, had no food in storage. There were only weapons and prisoners. If you got caught on this ship, the consequences would surely be dire.

The mistake was made when you decided to venture around the ship in search of food. You happened to find yourself in the workshop of the notorious K.I.D., Eustass 'Captain' Kid that is. Unfortunately you were a very unique, bright white mouse. It didn't leave you much in the way of camouflage, unless there was a bowl of flour somewhere. Even more unfortunate was that Kid was a very observant man and spotted you instantly.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A wee mouse?" Kid crouched in front of you.

You had been so sure he was going to crush you under his foot.

"Yer not even scared, eh?"

In truth, you were terrified, in the third, secret state of fight or flight: freeze.

"Wait here, mousey."

Kid returned to his bench, where there was a mostly empty plate, save for some crumbs. He collected them in his hands and returned to the interesting white mouse, sprinkling them on the floor.

"Here ya go."

He returned to his work, glancing up at you every so often to watch you nibble on the crumbs.

The next evening, you returned. He wasn't going to squish you and he even fed you. If he continued, you could just do this and survive until the next stop in port. You were pleasantly surprised to find that he had already set out some cubes of cheese.

"There ya go, mousey. I got the good stuff from Killer's stash."

That made your tiny mouse ears flick forward. So there's better food somewhere on the ship.

It turned out, you didn't have to search for it. Kid brought it to you. Over the next evenings, Kid left grapes, cheese, bread, bananas, and a bunch of other little tidbits. After about a week, there was a tiny metal table and chair set out with the food on top. You played along and sat in the chair for him, which mad him extremely happy. He moved it slightly closer to his bench every night until it was on the top of his desk. If someone had told you that you would be eating cubes of cheese, sitting on the desk of Eustass 'Captain' Kid, you would have laughed in their faces, but here you were doing just that.

This evolved even further until you were being carried around in a pocket on the inside of his coat. It was a little warm, but it offered protection. Every so often, he would sneak a crumb into the pocket for you.

"Boss, why are you feeding your coat?" Heat had been watching him put crumbs in his pocket over the course of dinner.

"No I'm not!" Kid said defensively, not answering the question correctly.

Killer reached out to pull open his coat, but Kid snatched it closer to him. Killer tugged on it harder.

"Stop it! Yer gonna hurt Mousey!"

"Mousey?" Killer let go of Kid's coat.

Kid hmphed.

"Kid."

Begrudgingly, Kid opened his coat.

"I don't see anything," Wire quipped.

Kid's face had a light dusting of pink. He whispered into his coat, "Come on out." Nothing happened. "It's okay."

You didn't expect to be revealed to anyone and you were reluctant to come out. Kid had kept you safe this far, though. You poked your snout out of the pocket and sniffed. There were quite a lot of people in the room. Your round, soft ears followed until your whole head was peering out of the pocket's edge. You were met with a chorus of adoring squeals from the girls and even some of the guys in the crew. Kid scratched between your ears, which you were ashamed to say, felt amazing and a squeak slipped out of your mouse mouth.

Heat covered his face. "So cute." Heat reached out to scratch your head.

"Don't ya touch my Mousey." Kid possessively closed his coat.

Heat's face got even sadder than it normally was.

"Just keep that thing out of my kitchen," Killer said. "They're full of germs."

Kid muttered down into the pocket. "Don't listen to him, Mousey. He's just jealous."

The next few days, since you weren't really a secret anymore, you spent sitting on Kid's shoulder. Killer had just as much disdain for you as he did initially, much to Kid's dismay. He really wanted his first mate to think you were as cool as Kid thought. Even the tiny leather jacket he made you didn't convince the blonde.

Kid fed you well, but you were still intrigued by this secret food stash that supposedly existed. There wasn't much entertainment as a mouse on a ship and you were getting bored. So at night, you had been searching the ship for this treasure. The kitchen was the most obvious, yet the scariest place to hunt. Certainly if there was hidden food, it would be there, however, Killer was extremely territorial and observant. It would be dangerous to search that particular area. Tonight was the night you would risk it.

It was easy enough to slip under the kitchen door. Finding the good treats was harder, but your well-equipped nose was able to sniff them out. The problem came when your tiny mouse hands were unable to figure out how to open the secret paneling that the food was hidden behind. You could turn into your human form, risky as it was. It would be nice to stretch it out. You had been a mouse for several weeks.

Taking your human form, you poked around the paneling until it revealed its contents. There was a variety of fancy or high quality specialty foods, including cheeses and preserved meats. You found a knife and cut small pieces from a few things you were interested in. Then you put everything back in its approximate original position. You climbed onto the counter and reverted back into a mouse, stuffing the tiny pieces of food you had curated into your cheeks.

The following day, as Killer went about his business, he noticed a set of bare footprints on the floor. There was a light dusting of flour from the day before when he made pasta from scratch. He hadn't noticed it before now. What was strange was that the footprints were only in one spot, like a person materialized and dematerialized there. It was also strange that someone who wasn't Kid was barefoot in the kitchen, and these footprints were about half the size of his. He somewhat brushed it off, that is, until he noticed the other footprints on the counter, the much tinier, much mousier footprints.

You had been spending most of your time in the walls of the ship, when you weren't being carried around in Kid's pocket. Today was no exception. You spent some of your time exploring listening in on others' conversations. Peering through the cracks of the wood, you decided to eavesdrop on Kid. Killer had come to talk to him and you were curious about what the captain and first-mate talked about. It was a good thing you did, since you were the subject matter.

"Kid, there's something up with your mouse."

His head snapped up from what he was doing. "What? Did something happen to them?"

"The 'mouse' is fine." Killer made air-quotes as he spoke.

"What do ya mean 'mouse'?" Kid copied his air-quotes.

"I mean I don't think it's just a mouse." Killer explained. "There are footprints in my kitchen that go from human to mouse." Killer wasn't stupid. He could put the pieces together.

"So ya think Mousey is a person?"

"I do."

"Prove it."

Shit. He was on to you. You didn't even notice the footprints you left behind. Should you even show up to eat? Or would it be more suspicious if you didn't? You ended up waiting until Kid left for the night before skittering out to grab your little crumbs and retreating into the wall.

You made yourself relatively scarce for the next few days, meaning you spent more time spying on the crew, for entertainment purposes only. One particular conversation caught your attention. You only caught portions of it, but it was clearly a mutinous theme. It ended shortly after you caught on to it, however, so you didn't get any details. Technically, it wasn't your problem. This wasn't your crew and you weren't planning on sticking around. It ate at you though. It felt wrong not to repay Kid for keeping you safe. Maybe you could return the favor.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary after that. Maybe they had given up on their plans. Until one evening in particular, someone new had delivered Kid's dinner to his workshop. He didn't always eat in there but he did more and more after he started feeding you. There was something off about the smell of the food. It wasn't right. Before Kid could eat any, you scrambled up to the table and bit his hand as he reached for the fork.

"Mousey! What the fuck?! That hurt." Kid bopped your head with a finger. "No biting."

As he reached for the fork again you knocked it onto the floor.

"Don't piss me off, Mouse."

He wasn't going to take the hint. He leaned over to pick up the fork, which is when you took the opportunity to push the plate onto the floor.

"FUCK!"

You knew he wasn't going to be happy, in spite of that, you couldn't watch him eat poisoned food. You tried to run away afterward, knowing this. However, you were slow compared to him and his powers quickly put a tiny metal cage around you.

"Ya act like this after all I've done for ya?! Bad mouse!" He picked up the miniature jail cell and gave it a shake, causing you to tumble around inside, with squeaks of discomfort.

Kid stomped off with you in tow and threw you to Killer once he found the first mate.

"Take this little shit to the brig."

Killer gave him a questioning look behind his mask. "You want me to put the mouse in a cell?"

"Well, I ain't gonna kill it. I'm not a monster."

Kid relayed all your crimes to the blonde. It was funny, how Killer felt a little bit bad for you, even though he had never shown you favor prior to that. You bounced with every step he took down to the brig.

"Oh, Mousey. You fucked up." Killer was to keep you here until they docked somewhere to let you go.

No, you fucked up. Neither of them were familiar with mouse physiology it seemed. The bars on your prison were way too far apart. As soon as Killer left, you squeezed out of the cage and made a beeline back to Kid's workshop.

It was vacant at the moment. You hurried to the desk and found a writing instrument. It was tough in your diminutive body, but you left a message for the captain:

YOU ARE IN DANGER.

You hoped he took it seriously. Then you scurried your furry body back to your cell before anyone noticed, not that they would.

Unfortunately, Kid thought it was a prank. You tried another note on his desk. You tried to leave him a note on his mirror in lipstick. At this point, Kid considered that there was a ghost on board. Clearly this method wasn't working. Once it became obvious, you started venturing out of the cage when you knew there wasn't anyone scheduled to come down there to feed or check on you. The next best thing to try was going back to spying and figuring out who exactly was involved.

Now, what you would do when you figured it out? That was decided for you. It wasn't what you intended. But what were you supposed to do? One of the men spotted you. And he backed you into a corner. And he was going to step on you. Your only choice was to transform. And when he pulled a knife? Well, of course you had to disarm him. And now that he had seen you and knew you heard his plot, you couldn't just leave a loose end like that. So you had no choice but to cut his throat. You left the knife in his hand. Not very believable but there were footsteps in the hall and you had to get out of there.

Not long after that, Killer came down to your cell and squatted down, lifting your prison until you were eye level.

"I know it was you."

You licked your paw and groomed your ear, very cutely, you might add.

"You can't fool me. You really need to learn to cover your tracks."

You scratched the back of your other ear with your hind leg.

Killer let out a frustrated growl and dropped your cage. He stomped out of the brig.

How is he so observant! You really should have remembered about the tracks, especially since that's how he noticed the first time. Now what? Either their plan would be foiled by losing a member or they would escalate, thinking they had been found out. You knew there were others, and you had to find out who they were, and quickly.

Your investigative antics became riskier. You went into cabins and dug through drawers. You followed people around using the walls. You were getting closer. Until one day, you found two more people chatting. They were definitely up to no good. The more you listened the more alarmed you were. They were going to make an attempt on Kid's life again tomorrow.

There was no way you could take them both on. The only reason you won against the other guy was because you took him by surprise. You couldn't send a message to Kid either. That hadn't worked. If you tried to tell him as a human, he wouldn't trust that. The only person that knew your secret, or at least was fairly confident in his assumptions, was Killer. Maybe you could risk telling him. Maybe he would believe you. It was doubtful.

When you scampered back to your cage, you came to an abrupt stop. Killer was there waiting for you. You gulped. You were frozen. You were caught.

"Where have you been, mouse?"

The jig was most certainly up. He snatched you in his fist faster than you thought possible. You squeaked, trying to gain a little sympathy as a cute creature. Maybe it would make him believe you were a regular mouse. Then you bit him. He didn't even flinch. He was smart. He was trying to force you to reveal yourself, squeezing you gradually tighter and tighter.

You were forced into your human form to avoid being crushed, even then, his grip on your throat was immovable. You could sense his smugness in being right. He wasn't even surprised. You were grateful that however this fruit worked, you got to keep your clothes on when you transformed.

"Stop! Please!" You scratched at his hands.

Killer slammed you against the wall. "You killed one of my crew! You're going to pay for it."

"M-mu-tiny," you rasped out. The edges of your vision were going black.

Killer loosened his grip. "What did you say?"

"There's gonna be a mutiny."

Killer pushed you against the wall harder. "So you're a murderer and you've turned our own crew against us?"

"N-no. Please. L-et me go." You gasped for air. "I'll ex-plain."

Killer was decent enough to hear you out, and was shocked by the accusations. You couldn't help him further though. You hadn't heard their names and the way you described them was vague. It left Killer in a tough place. He didn't trust you, yet if you were telling the truth and his captain was in danger, he had to.

"I-I have an idea."

Killer didn't like your idea. Yet, it was better than anything he could think of, so he went along with it. And that was how you found yourself sitting on the inside of the Massacre Soldier's helmet, hanging onto his hair the next day. You could see out of the eyeholes better than you expected. Killer was strategically staring at each individual member and you were to whisper in his ear when you saw the people who were plotting.

As you spotted them, you hurriedly signaled to Killer that they were the culprits. As they had no proof, Killer was simply going to talk to them. But, as one does when being approached by a brick house of a man like Massacre Soldier, they got scared. This was not their plan, but they were so nervous, especially after one of them was killed, that they thought they had been found out. They both jumped Killer, and in the process of him defending himself, you slipped out of his mask and fell onto the deck.

You shook it off and your eyes searched for Kid, who was so distracted by the seemingly random scuffle, that he wasn't watching his own back, where a third, unexpected assailant was waiting. You ran as fast as your short legs would carry you. He spotted you instantly.

"Mousey? How'd you-"

Kid was taken aback by watching you run straight through his legs, and as he turned, seeing you transmute your form into that of a human. A human who was wrestling a gun out of someone's hand. Someone who was obviously trying to point said gun at him.

Regrettably, Kid was just a touch too shocked to react in time. His devil fruit activated to take the gun, but only after a shot was fired. He felt nothing. You, on the other hand, dropped to your knees and doubled over, clutching your midsection.

Was this how you imagined yourself being celestially discharged from this life? No. Did you have regrets? Probably. But saving Eustass Kid wasn't one of them. After all, what other mouse could say they saved a notorious pirate captain? Maybe your devil fruit wasn't that lame in the end.

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Kid thought about you a lot. They didn't have a trained doctor on board. They had to leave you at an island that had, thankfully, been in close range for you to be treated. He shouldn't be sad; his plan was to drop you off at the next island. Still, it felt wrong not to say goodbye or at least thank you.

Killer was grateful to you for saving his captain, even after being 'imprisoned' and roughed up by them. Even though you owed them no loyalty, you were more loyal than crewmates they had on board for months.

Several weeks passed. Kid happened to look up to see the NewsCoo delivery bird. The bird landed with a newspaper, some new wanted posters, and a small package. Curious, Kid picked it up and shook it next to his ear. Weird, what kind of gift made squeaks. Kid tore it open to find a dazed, white mouse.

"Oh fuck! Mousey! Sorry!"

You stumbled around in his hand, dizzy.

He hugged his hand to his chest and gave you a giant kiss on the head, staining your white fur red. In his excitement, he forgot you were a person. Upon remembering, he had a pink dusting to his cheeks and set you down.

You transformed into a human in front of him.

"Why did ya come in the mail?!"

"Cheaper fare than a boat," you grinned.

Kid all but threw you over his shoulder. "Killer! Look what we got in the mail!"

Killer stifled a laugh as he noticed a big red imprint of lips on your forehead. Kid went just as red as the mark when he noticed that it transferred to your human appearance. And neither one of those assholes told you it was there either.

Kid dropped the "y" from the end of your name from then on, but slipped up on occasion, still referring to you as Mousey. He still asked you to join him for dinner sometimes, too, as a person though, not a mouse; he didn't give you crumbs either. He liked your company.

Killer was impressed by your knowledge of cheeses and asked you to come shopping with him on islands for provisions. You also had a knack for picking the ripest fruits. He usually asked you to personally deliver Kid's meals, you know, to avoid another poisoning.

And some would even go as far as to say they saw a white critter scurrying under Kid or Killer's doors in the late hours of the night or scurrying out early in the morning.

[grapefives]

REVÓLVER SEXUAL | HC

supernova trio x gn!reader (separately)

very light angst + implied nsfw + hispanic/latin reader + past fat shaming + insecurities + fluff + mentioned past unhealthy mechanisms

a/n: totally not self indulging. this has been in my drafts for a year LMAO please like 🧍🏻‍♀️

૮ ּ ۟ monkey d. luffy ׅ ۫ ✧

when you first joined the crew, luffy KNEW you had some sort of trouble with food

you were so hesitant of EVERYTHING that he found himself insisting and making sure you ate well, along with sanji

“y/n, eat more.” you felt like he was your MOM.

you could hear the “estas muy flac@” from your family members or the “ni que estuvieras a dieta” from your mother

but it was so HARD to say no to luffy, captain or not.

you still didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, and still felt a little guilty if you found yourself eating more than you FELT like you should’ve

sometimes you’d go all day without eating until luffy drags you for dinner, it’s not that you did it intentionally, you just don’t find it in you to eat

honestly, it worried luffy but he never really commented on it

all he would do is make sure you at least ate

but when you would play with your food more than eat or even just stare at the plate before you, he would frown and actually force feed you

“Y/N YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG AND HEALTHY SO WE CAN BEAT EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT WAY!”

yet, one day he finds out you literally had an issue with eating, you had mentioned it to chopper and he just happened to overhear

then it clicked why you were always squirmy during intimacy

and WITHOUT FAIL, to your surprise, he started being reassuring to you

he’s always a sweetheart with you, your hype man regardless but this time you knew his intentions were for you to understand you shouldn’t worry about your physical appearance

his eyes were ten times more tender outside the bedroom

yet, when it came to intimacy he was like a hungry animal— kissing, biting and grabbing. it had taken you aback at how specific he was being, but you still melted into him

he made you forget the voices that would say “hide that” or “don’t let him notice” but he made sure you understood that he’ll love you regardless of what you think

and he’s an eater

he’ll eat you up. always.

૮ ּ ۟ trafalgar d. law ׅ ۫ ✧

he’s a DOCTOR. man’s knows when someone is off.

he mistook your lack of interest in food for a stomach bug, genuinely concerned and forcing you to take pills and medicine

lowkey made you feel bad and ashamed to the point you came clean

medical confidentiality right?

😭 the face he gave you!!

“it’s unhealthy to neglect vital nutrients to your body.”

very stern about your meal intake, takes it upon himself to make sure you eat what you can stomach at first and make sure you grow comfortable with both him and food

he’s sweet really, just shows it in private

he literally sits you down and asks you what you would like for your body, because if you have any concerns then you MUST attend them CORRECTLY

no more unhealthy mechanisms

and he falls even more in love when you seem more radiant, more confident.

he’d come up from behind always and just plant a warm, wet kiss on your ear before whispering a compliment on your appearance

he made you feel like no one else’s opinion mattered anymore.

literally it didn’t matter if people commented on your weight, the results you were having made you feel confident

he was definitely surprised when you’d initiate intimacy, when you’d devour him like a starving animal

“someone’s hungry,” he teased once, but when you had paused, he realized his wording must have affected you

he low key panics and stutters out an apology but you smirk at him

“for once i don’t feel guilty for eating-“ and you devour his heart and soul too

૮ ּ ۟ eustass kid ׅ ۫ ✧

i’m sorry but this doofus was really oblivious about it until killer pointed it out

he was so mad at himself. how dare he not see your issue with food?? he thought you gave him your leftovers out of love!!

dude he’s like, an insensitive giant thinking he’s being helpful

it made sense of why you were always trying to put off intimacy or why you’d try to make him see less of you

“i don’t give a damn about how you look. why would i care?” he asks.

in his head he was being sweet and saying “i love you just the way you are.”

but it made you feel like shit

you were already struggling with feeling right with yourself, and he comes and says he doesn’t care? maybe you’re being sensitive but even that made you feel worse

it felt like you’ll never be enough for anyone, even eustass.

you never felt like you mattered, but growing up your weight put labels on you. you grew up with insults being used as nicknames, yet you felt like eustass saw you as nothing

“why aren’t you eating?” he asks when he notices you still aren’t developing a good eating habit, some days you eat well and others you either overeat or don’t eat at all

“does it matter?” you huff.

“i give a damn when you could get sick!”

“you said you don’t give a damn about how i look, so shut up about what i do.” you growl.

“eh? when did i say that!? you need to eat!” he huffs.

“well no thank you.”

you ignore him and he has to corner you in your room to get you to pay him any mind

his interrogations fall deaf in your ears as he cages you under him on your bed

“if i don’t matter to you get out,” you blurt out.

“what are you talking about? when have i made you feel like you don’t matter to me.”

“you know i’m struggling and you just- you just said you don’t give a damn about how i look!”

“because i don’t! does it have to matter? i love you for you! pirates seek out people for their bodies and for their own pleasures! i’m with you because i love you for who you are!”

“and i am not saying you’re ugly or whatever it is you think i think!” he beats you to every argument.

and then he goes on to show you PHYSICALLY what he means. not like, harsh or anything. you’ve never felt so precious under his care before, he kissed you so tenderly.

he didn’t make you feel fragile, like something that could break in a bad way

he made you understand how he sees you as more as his partner- as an extension of his soul, his missing piece

“i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be more valuable than a poneglyph. whatever you struggle with, i’ll help you through it.”

your confidence went up, because honestly he’s brutally honest and many people take what the captain says seriously; yet you knew he’s never lie to you

at the end of the day, what your lover says is what matters to you.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Barrel of Rum

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Plot with porn lol reader gets slapped like once but not by Kidd, Smut, praise and degradation kink,choking, overstimulation, big dick Kidd, he’s a hoe in this trying to fuck away his feelings for you, fingering, penetration (female receiving), dirty talk, d.f user reader, slight mentions of a dark past but nothing heinous, pet names (Kidd calls you Ruby) mean and soft Kidd smut,

Words: 6,500+ Pairing: Eustass Kidd x female reader

Summary: Finding you chained in a barrel of rum wasn’t something Kidd expected after raiding an enemy ship but what was even crazier was that he fell for you- hard! You were more than a diamond in the rough, you were a red ruby in his simple scrap metal world and he didn’t know what to do about that.

Author’s Notes: There will be continuations of this story but not in the way you all think lol

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Kidd took pity on you after raiding a random pirate crew, finding you sticky and chained up in a barrel of rum in tattered clothing. Not knowing what you were capable of he just made you clean up on the ship like some kind of maid but you didn’t care it’s not like you were gonna return to your home island any time soon anyways. You stayed silent never speaking unless spoken to, quiet like a little mouse sometimes he forgot you even existed. He gave you one of his shirts he never wore and a pair of sweatpants, you drowned in them but once again it never bothered you. You got free protection, no one harassed you, and you ate for free while sailing the sea.

The moment you caught his eye was when he left you after docking on some random island, rival pirates shooting out canons in an instance upon the sight of the Victoria Punk. He didn’t know you had powers, you never used them for anything since you were basically the maid and knew the crew could handle themselves well. But that day was different as all of Kidd’s usual muscle was out strolling the spoils that the island had to offer.

When they arrived the next morning they discovered the leftover crewmates unconscious from a sleeping gas that had no effect on you, meaning you were defending the ship single handedly. A cannon flying directly at you exploded causing a smoke screen that had Kidd’s heart nearly drop but when the smoke cleared he was astonished to see you unaffected. A wall of what looked like ruby was in front of you before encasing the entire ship like a brilliant shield as you fired back cannons. The enemy's ship finally sinks into the water after hours of you shooting at them, your clothes tattered and breath heaving from exhaustion. Killer and the others ran towards the ship while Kidd made a metal bridge right towards you, catching you as you finally collapsed from exertion.

“D-did I…Did I do good?” You barely breathed out as he caught you in his arms, your eyes drifting shut slightly making him blurry. “Yeah- yeah you did. I gotcha now.” Kidd mumbled as he picked you up and took you to his quarters, stopping to shout a command at the rest of his crew. “Whatever bastards you can fish out of the water leave them to me.”

After that day he gave you money and even brought you to the islands to buy whatever you wanted. He would try taking you to the bars but you always skipped on those adventures, not wanting to watch him suck face with whatever random woman he would find. You still didn’t fight and he never asked you to, instead you just kept cleaning as if that day never happened and no one spoke of it for some reason. You never realized though that it plagued Kidd’s brain every night. Seeing you up on the ship firing cannon after cannon while literally taking one to the face unharmed was haunting his dreams. Your expression of concentration as you took out the opposing crew made his blood rush south in a way he wasn’t used to from you.

It’s not like you were unattractive he just didn’t think there was much to you since you were always so quiet and kept to yourself but now he realized that there was a reason. Maybe your powers are why you were chained in that rum barrel in the first place. Come to think of it, that ship he found you on did resemble the usual slave trader ships but he barely noticed at the time. He couldn’t stop wondering what those people planned on using you for but after seeing you fight that day he thought maybe it was your abilities.

“Jeez can’t you clean any faster?” Kidd heard someone snap as he walked down the ship halls then what sounded like a hand hitting flesh followed by a thud. Kidd couldn’t help but scowl knowing there was only one person who cleaned up all the rooms and that was you. Taking longer strides he followed the angry yelling with clenched fists, his blood boiling as you picked up laundry on the floor. Noticing the bit of blood that was on your lip he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt to slam him into the wall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing putting your hands on her huh?!” His raged voice made the walls almost rattle. A gasp leaving you once you heard him barge in to defend you, not that you needed it, the guys hit was nothing anyways he just caught you off guard to use your powers.

“I-I was just telling her to hurry up.” The guy choked out as Kidd only pushed a hand to his throat harder. “She ain’t your fucking maid. You- get outta here. From now on you only clean up my mess. I better not catch you cleaning up or pouring anyone's drinks but mine. Got it!” Kidd barked out as he looked at you and you only nodded as you dropped the man's laundry on the ground before casually strolling off.

Leaning close to the man he growled out another warning, “If I ever catch you putting your hands on her again I’ll fuckin kill you.” With that, he dropped him roughly to the ground before storming off in your direction. “Hey!” You heard him call to you once you entered his room to start cleaning up right away.

Looking up at him from where you made his bed you just raised a brow, “Oh thanks.” You simply said and he scowled as he marched toward you. “Thanks? Thanks? Are you fucking kidding me? The hell is wrong with you.” Frowning you couldn’t figure out his rage so you corrected yourself. “Thanks Captain.” You fixed thinking that was the issue and he only groaned.

“No dammit! Why that hell did you let him do that? I seen what you can do so why did you let him hit you!” Kidd shouted and you just gave an ‘oh’ with a head nod before continuing to make the bed, totally unphased by his rage. Shrugging your shoulders as you fluffed his pillows.

“He wasn’t a threat.” You stated as you went to the other side of the bed. Kidd practically growled in frustration at how nonchalant you were despite your pretty lips having a cut on them. “Wasn’t a threat! He knocked your ass to the ground.”

Looking at him simply you just sighed in boredom not understanding why he made it a big deal, “If i would’ve used my powers on him he probably would’ve died. I had already gauged his strength level compared to mine; it was nothing. The only one that could come close on the ship is you. That’s why I didn’t care. So if we’re done I’d like to clean up your mess before we dock. I’m sure whoever you bed tonight would like it clean.” You say the ending as you started to pick up trash and Kidd thought he was going to explode with how calm you were.

He didn’t even know why he was so upset if you were the one that was hit and fine with it. Should he keep shouting or were you really okay? He was at a loss of what to do and found himself huffing angrily as he walked off to his workshop. Stopping in the doorway he didn’t bother looking at you as he grumbled out. “Don’t let my men walk all over you. Make sure you handle yourself so I don’t have to keep saving you.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself shaking your head as you continued picking up trash. He was a strange man for sure but you kind of admired him. He was strong and fearless, capable and intelligent in the way that he crafted and built things around the ship. Also very attractive that you found him in your dreams more than you liked to admit. You couldn’t help but grow feelings for him in the year that you were on his ship but you liked to keep to yourself. It felt easier that way considering the last man that you trusted is the reason you found yourself on that slave ship in the first place.

Lusting after the man who saved you was so cliche though but it was hard not to considering your room was right next to his… well it was actually a storage room turned bedroom but that's besides the point. You heard everything! Literally everything. It was torture and it was like he picked the noisiest women on purpose just to fuck with you. They’d always scream their heads off whenever he would fuck them, the sound of the headboard rattling even your room making you hate that your bed was bolted against the joining wall. You would just groan as you shoved a pillow over your head hoping to get even a minute of rest. You wondered if he was actually good in bed or if they just faked it since he had money but there was no way you’d ask them. He always kicked them out after he was done, it almost made you thankful in a way.

Kidd never kept the same woman more than once but that all changed when he found a woman in the bar that resembled you more than most. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to have you but didn’t know how to deal with these new feelings so immediately he dragged the random lady on the ship to fuck her brains out. The whole time picturing you beneath him instead.

‘AH YES! YES! FUCK YES! SO BIG!’ The woman screamed through the walls making you groan in annoyance as you shoved your face further in the pillow. Ugh her voice was so squeaky you wondered how he could even focus with her bothersome tone. What you didn’t know was that he found it annoying too.

Kidd scowled at her extra high pitched voice, flipping her around to force her face into the pillows below. “Shut the fuck up you damn slut!” He bit out literally putting his foot on the back of her head to keep her down as he fucked her from behind. His girth digging deeper in her insides which only made her moan more into his velvety pillows. Kidd couldn’t help but wonder what you sounded like when you were lost in pleasure. Were you shy and bashful like always or were you hiding a hidden freak inside that begged to be fucked.

“Ugh fuck~” Kidd’s groan louder than usual at the thoughts that started to pool in his brain and he found himself fucking the woman below with more passion. He put the wannabe you in almost a hundred positions till she became silent from the pleasure, the whole time with you on his brain.

“Fuck fuck fuck~ that’s it~” Kidd growled out as he felt himself coming with her on his lap, back leaning against the headboard with her back to his chest. His thick calloused hand wrapped around her throat as she heaved and shook above him. He let out a sigh as his head fell back against the wall and he did something he usually never did with the woman he picked up. “Let’s go to sleep. I plan on repeating this in the morning.”

You knew you had a pillow over your head but there was no way you’d miss him saying that. With a gasp you moved the pillow away from your ears in horror. He couldn’t be serious! He was…letting her stay?! You were in complete shock. He never kept a woman more than once. It made your blood boil and you couldn’t understand why, it’s not like he belonged to you but you still felt an uncontrollable rage. What the hell was so good about her that he felt like she deserved to stay another night. She sounded like a dying animal. What the hell was so hot about that.

“Ugh!” You groaned as you turned on your side trying to get some sleep instead of thinking about how you’ll rudely get woken up.

And you definitely got woken up the next day…and the next - and the next day.

Four Fucking Nights! Literally! That’s all they did was fuck and fuck and fuck. The only time they left was for you to clean up the mess that they created everyday. You couldn’t stand the woman and how snooty she was. One morning they didn’t even get out of bed as you cleaned. He just laid with her cuddled up by his side watching as you picked up trash in his room.

“Whoa you even have a maid!” She giggled and he only grunted. You thought he would’ve said something in your defense but she was right that's practically what you were anyways to him. Kidd wanted you to say something to her, to put her in your place with that same strength he saw you use to defend his ship months back but instead you just kept cleaning. It made him scowl and he couldn’t help the hard on he got from watching you bend over in those damn dresses you wore. You looked like the stereotype female pirate that sailed the seas and he fucking loved it. Your heeled boots clicking along the floorboards as you walked around quietly, he wondered what they’d feel like scratching against his back.

Dammit he needed to fuck watching you clean up his room so calmly. It both pissed him off how passive you were but also turned him on. You both were polar opposites and he found himself lusting over the idea. He wanted to see you break underneath him, losing it as he fucked your dripping cunt until that voice you kept hidden released like a dam. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling the woman on top of him to ride his cock. She just giggled like a dumbass making him roll his eyes but he kept his gaze on you. He wanted to see you get flustered once you realized what he was doing.

Both him and the woman above wore a cocky smirk once she started moving and you turned to glance at them but his face dropped when he saw that same bored expression that you always wore. Rolling your eyes before you continued cleaning up again as if nothing was happening. Kidd practically lost it seeing your face look so unimpressed that he just flipped the girl over onto her back so he could fold her in half pounding into her harder. Taking all his frustrations out on her poor sore cunt that he wished was yours wrapped around his cock instead. “Fucking bitch.” Kidd mumbled under his breath but the lady only screamed out in ecstasy that had him scowl even more, beefy hand covering her mouth to silence her. “Dammit shut up!” Kidd hissed as he felt her pussy clench, his eyes closing as he pictured you instead. The sound of your heels moving around the room sounded like a loud speaker in his ears and it drove him wild.

You cleaned the fastest you ever had in your life so you could hurry the hell outta there. You could’ve walk out while he was having sex but you didn’t want him to win. You could tell by the smug grin on his face that he wanted a reaction but you’d be damned if you let him see you even remotely flustered. Carrying out a bag of trash and shutting the door behind you you finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Bastard.” You mumbled as you carried on with the rest of your day.

The next morning when you went into his room to clean neither of them were there thankfully. But your heart sank when you dusted off his end table noticing something missing. It was gone.

NO! There was no way.

Searching around his room and digging through every drawer you couldn’t find it and it made your blood boil in anger. The room went from being spotless to a total mess as you turned it upside down in search for Kidd’s prized possession. You didn’t know the significance but he kept it in a tiny red velvet box. Getting mad at you when you moved it to dust underneath it one day you knew it had to be special after that. Being curious after that incident you secretly opened the tiny box and found a metal locket with the engraved name ‘Victoria’ on it. You wondered if it was from his first love, maybe his mother or even a late loved one. You couldn’t figure out the mystery behind it but all you knew was that it was special to the man. So discovering it gone made you see red.

Marching to the deck you scowled as you heard her giggling away as she sat on his lap, her back to you completely oblivious to her impending doom. “You thieving snake!” You hissed out as you yanked her head back, literally tossing her off of Kidd’s lap like a sack of potatoes.

“What the hell is your problem, you dirty wench!” She shouted back holding her head in shock trying to stand up before your foot came swinging to connect with her stomach. “Where is it!” You shout before she can get back on her feet.

“CAT FIGHT!” Someone from the crew shouts and you don’t even spare them a glance, your only focus on the thief below.

“Hand it over. NOW!” You hiss as you pull her hair again till shes looking in your eyes. You see her swing her hand toward you but throw her down before she can connect with your face. Clicking your teeth as you stand up straight above her. “What are you even talking about! Kidd get your fucking maid out of here!” The woman shouts as she looks back at an amused Eustass Kidd.

“She fucking stole it!” You tell him and his grin falters for a second. “I didn’t steal anything your stupid maid is just jealous I keep fucking you instead of her!” The woman says finally standing up and you only roll your eyes. “As if.”

Kidd couldn’t help but laugh at the whole thing and he didn’t even know what was going on but it certainly was entertaining seeing you so worked up. “You know what I had enough of this! I’m leaving! You’re just a couple of dirty pirates anyways!” The woman said as she turned to storm off and that’s when Kidd started getting pissed.

Who the hell did that bitch think she was talking about him like that.

Before he could say or do anything you created a whip made of ruby that had his eyes widen. Almost a year since he had the privilege to witness you unleash your gemstone secret. The sparkling weapon going to wrap around the woman's neck, snapping it back so she went flying across the deck with a choking sound. “The fucking locket! You stole his fucking locket!” He heard you yell and that's when he felt himself shatter the mug that was in his hand.

A part of him was hoping you were just jealous and had enough of the woman and finally came to stake your claim but here you were again defending him when he least expected it. Showing your loyalty time and time again. As if on cue the tiny box fell from the woman’s pocket and you just shook your head in disbelief. “I fucking knew it. Fucking thief!” Instead of walking towards her you just pull the whip towards you, causing her to choke and gag. Her feet flailing as you drag her towards you, her hands trying to pull at the stone that wrap around her throat.

“You think you can sneak into my Captain’s lap and butter him up with your pussy so he wouldn't notice your little tricks? Well guess what- you forget about me! Anyone fucks with him- then you’re fucking with me! And I don’t take kindly to thieves.” You hiss out as you remove the whip from her throat causing her to gasp for air. Cracking it in the air with a loud sound that made her shiver, you grin menacingly down at her. “You got five seconds to run or I’ll hang you in the center of town for everyone to see what happens when you mess with my Captain. 5…4…” Quickly she goes running off the ship leaving Kidd’s locket on the deck long gone behind her.

Within seconds of her leaving shouts and cheers erupted behind you making you jump, not expecting the sound. “Hell yeah!” “Good fucking job!” Everyone yelled and you couldn’t help but smile awkwardly. It’s not like you were trying to make a scene, you just got so mad that she stole from Kidd then tried to lie about it. Shifting on your feet you felt your cheeks heat up as you heard Kidd’s heavy footsteps coming toward you. The unmistakable sound that he made with his massive size almost took your breath away.

“Sorry about your lady frien- mmph!” Your words caught off by him pulling you into a deep kiss, his hand tugging your head back by your hair. After the whole fight and you showing your loyalty he couldn’t control himself any longer. The cheers only got louder along with some whistles at the display from their captain finally kissing you.

You were stunned by his deep kiss but you found yourself quickly reciprocating as you threw your hands around his shoulders standing on your tippy toes. “MM~” You moan into the kiss as your eyes roll back and the sound makes the man grunt in turn. Not wasting a second to slip his hands down your back to lift you up in his arms by gripping your ass, your legs wrapping around his waist to hold yourself. “Grab that for me.” You hear Kidd mumble as he passes by Killer with you still in his arms. Kidd’s long legs carrying you both quickly to his quarters so he could unwrap you like he always wanted.

“Fuck you don’t know how bad I’ve wanted you.” Kidd mumbled into your neck as he kicked his door in, using his abilities to close it after. He didn’t drop you on the bed, instead he laid you down while still holding onto you, not wanting to disconnect even for a second as if this moment would suddenly end with the separation. Strong hips grinding into you making you throw your head back with a moan at the feel of him. “Oh fuck~” You moan out quietly as you felt him roll his hips into your cunt.

Kidd kissed your neck with a raging passion you didn’t know the man could possess but it made you melt. Your lip getting caught between your teeth to hold in any embarrassing sounds that threatened to spill out. Feeling his skillful tongue lick your pulse point before nipping your jaw gently had you sign out. You were sure that his lipstick was leaving a trail wherever he went but you couldn’t care. You wanted him to mark his territory once and for all.

“Captain~” You sighed out as you tugged his red hair, your own hips rolling up to meet him with a quiet whine. “Please~” Kidd cursed hearing your desperate plea for more and he felt the same way. Not wanting to waste anymore time he pushed your dress up to your hips before pushing his pants down. Your hands moving his coat to the floor below so you could run your nails down his back making him hiss. Your ruby red nails that drove him nuts scratching his pale skin as you moaned out.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” Kidd whispered in your ear and you only whined at the feeling of his fingers running over your pussy that was covered in lace. You couldn’t help but squirm underneath him as his other hand ran up your waist to pull down the top of your dress. Cold metal groped your tit making you shiver and whine at the sensation that he ripped from your body. His teeth nipping at your ear before sucking a spot underneath, “Come on ruby don’t be shy.” Kidd grinned at the moan that you released when he pushed your panties to the side.

His thick fingers running over your slick cunt before dipping one inside with a curse, “Fuck you’re so wet for me.” His teeth biting into your neck before kissing his way back up to your parted lips were he kissed you deeply again. Tongue darting out to dance with yours as you pulled him into you more with a whine. Your hips grinding into the palm of his hand as his thumb rubbed on your clit sending electricity coursing through your veins.

“Please Captain~ I need you so bad.” You whispered into his mouth before kissing him again swallowing the loud groan that he let out hearing you finally say the words that he dreamed of. Kissing you more as his hands worked to please you in every way. He felt like he was going to lose it any second and he hadn't even started the main event yet. Kidd moved his lips from yours back down your jaw till he reached your tits that he took in his mouth.

Your eyes rolled back as he swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth making you moan and arch into him. Pushing another finger into your juicy hole he only groaned against your sweet tasting skin as he curled his fingers further inside of you.

If you felt this tight and wet wrapped around his fingers he couldn’t wait to see how your cunt felt around his cock. He wanted to feel your walls gush on the palm of his hand first though so he only thrust and curled them faster. Loving the loud moans that you started to let out when he hit that certain spot within you. “You’re so fucking sexy.” Kidd grumbled as he kissed his way to your other breast repeating the action as his hand gripped the sheets.

“Ca-Captain~!” You could barely recognize your own voice as you felt your legs tremble and pussy water even more around his fingers. He was making you feel so good you could barely hold in the sounds anymore it was so embarrassing but you couldn’t stop. “Ah~ ah fuck Kidd!” Hearing his name slip out from your stained lips almost had him bust everywhere. “You gonna cum for me?” Kidd smirked as he pulled away from your nipple with a ‘pop’.

You just nodded with a moan as you felt your walls clench on his rough fingers. “Talk to me.” Kidd commanded and you only whined pathetically. Kidd loved seeing you like this after waiting so long. “Yes! Yes please! Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Your eyes squeezing shut as you creamed around his fingers, pussy getting so tight he could barely move his hand but he fucking loved it.

“Fuck yeah baby that’s it~ Be a good girl and cum for your captain.” Kidd breathed out with a cocky smirk, the tip of his cock leaking onto the sheets below but he didn’t dare touch it in fear of cumming in a second. “KIDD~!” You moaned his name like a siren and it made his eyes roll back before he removed his fingers. Sucking them clean as you watched with lidded eyes, your chest heaving below him. You felt your face heat up as you watched him lick the cream that coated his scarred fingers, a deep groan leaving him at the taste of you. He wanted to eat you out but that would have to wait till after, right now he needed to fuck his little ruby or he was gonna die. Not literally but he honestly couldn’t right now.

Ripping your panties and tossing the shreds to the floor with a huff he pushed your legs against your chest with a wicked grin. “Ready for your captain to ruin this pussy you got?” You swallowed the lump in your throat but quickly nodded as you held onto the sheets beside your head. You were starting to see why all these women lost it when he had them in his grasp. The way he spoke was doing unspeakable things to you and he didn’t even penetrate you with his dick yet.

Glancing down your eyes widened as you looked at his thick veiny cock, the thing was huge making your mouth water. “Oh fuck! Yes!” Your head nodding faster at the delicious sight of him even more excited now that you got a glimpse of the dick that was about to split you pleasantly open. “Good cause I’m not letting you out of this room until you’re limping.”

You just laid there nodding pathetically with your dress pushed down with your tits exposed, thighs spread ridiculously wide. Your cunt was practically crying when you felt Kidd’s meaty cock rub along your slit coating it in your juices. “Damn you're so wet.” Kidd’s voice hissed as he grinded against you, his tip bumping into your clit with each press forward.

You reached out for the man with a face so expressive it made his heart race. That usual bored look long wiped off your pretty face, it was perfect. Leaning down so you could grab his shoulders you pulled him into you, “Please fuck me already.” Your voice called to him before locking your lips with his. Gripping his cock he tapped it against your clit making you whine into his greedy mouth. His tongue searched around in your wet cavern with a deep grunt before he took your breath away with a powerful thrust forward.

A shocked and slightly pained gasp left you at the feel of his girth slamming inside of your tight, wet cunt. He didn't waste time going slow inch by inch instead wanting to let you get through the hard part quickly. “Shit~” Kidd groaned into your mouth making you clench around his cock with a vice grip. His hands spread your thighs further apart till you opened up even more for his wide hips.

“K-Kidd please move.” Your voice strained and broken barely recognizable to your own ears. It made you embarrassed how flustered he got you. Hands trembling as you wrapped them around his sturdy shoulders, fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck to prepare yourself for the wild ride. “Let's go Captain, I want to see what I've been missing.” You smile at him with a confidence he's not used to seeing trying to cover your flustered state and he returns it with a smirk.

“Oh yeah? Well I shouldn't keep my girl waiting.” That was all he said before pulling out to his fat tip, slamming forward with a force that made the headboard rock like an ocean wave.

“Ugh~!” You choked out as your eyes rolled back with your head falling back into the blankets. “Holy shit!” You whimpered as he set a brutal pace, the same one that kept you up for days on end. It was euphoric and now you understand why those woman never shut the fuck up.

“Oh fuck me! Yes!!” You screamed out and Kidd only laughed in response. The sound of his laugh husky but morphing into a deep groan feeling how your slippery walls sucked him in unbelievably tight. Kidd shook his head in disbelief feeling how good your pussy was, gripping his cock like he always dreamed. He only fucked into you harder and faster unable to control himself after lusting for you so long, all the other woman never comparing to your slippery walls as if you were made for him.

“This pussy belongs to me now, got that?” Kidd told you as his hand placed itself on your neck, not just choking, just holding you firmly in place. You let out a gasp at the feel of his calloused palm against your throat and couldn’t help but bit into your lip, “Choke me.” You commanded and Kidd thought his brain would melt at your quiet request and pleading eyes, a grin starting to ghost over his face. “Ha! I knew that bored look was all an act.”

Squeezing his palm over your throat as his metal hand pushed your legs further in the mattress you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back as his cock started to bully your cunt till she was crying. “Fuck- nngh! Yes~” You hissed out as you clawed at his skin making the man groan. “C-cumming~” You whined brokenly, “Gonna cum~” You told him and Kidd only grinned more as he rocked his hips deep into that spongy spot in your pussy that made you drool like a whore.

“Shit you feel so good ~ Captainnn~” Your voice a whine that had the man’s chest swelling with pride that he finally got to see you like this, all broken and moaning underneath him. “Yeah does my lil slut like that?” Kidd grit out as he nipped at your jaw, thumb rubbing at your neck where he choked you. Changing the pressure he applied on your neck every once in a while leaving you in a whirlwind of intense pleasure. Your mouth hung open barely able to swallow the spit that was starting to pool out but Kidd loved how wrecked he had you and had to look away or he was gonna come to quickly. “Dammit how the hell did we go so long without doing this.”

It was rhetorical but you couldn’t help your choked out answer that you gave. “You’re stubborn.” You moaned and Kidd chuckled deeply before angling his hips further into you fucking you with hard shallow thrusts making you mewl and choke our moans. “Oh well cum for your stubborn captain then.”

Eyes watering and mouth hanging open you felt your body start to tremble and if it weren’t for Kidd’s hand keeping your legs pried open they would’ve closed by accident. The pleasure so great it’s like your body wanted to run away but you knew you needed this, you needed him, his cock fucking into you like his life depended on it. It was bliss in reality and you couldn’t wait for more.

You came so many times that night with Kidd fucking his cum into your swollen cunt so many times that night you couldn’t even count. The both of you breathing heavily side by side, your eyes barely able to stay open at this point with how long it’s been but you weren’t complaining even for a second. You gasped as you felt his hand run down your body to rub along your sore cunt, rough fingers dipping in to push his seed further inside your slick walls that twitched in painful pleasure. “AH! Kidd~”

“Oh hush ya baby cry.” Kidd groaned as he leaned over to suck a mark on your neck, while his fingers gently curled into your spent pussy. He wanted to keep going but his dick was done for the count, you milked him dry and it was incredible but he couldn’t stop the perverted need to finger his seed inside you one last time. “Just one more. Please babe.” You whined as your hand clawed at his forearm, his fingers massaging your g-spot sending shocks throughout your pussy. “Oh fuck fuckfuck!” It only took him stroking that sweet button for you to feel close to tipping over, his cum seeping out the sides making you shiver. Turning your face to look at him with dreamy eyes you caught his gaze, it was focused and intense as he watched your reaction.

His crazed demeanor changed to something intimate as he worried about your pleasure, thumb moving to rub circles on your puffy clit. “Did so good for me baby just give me one more. You can do that for me, yeah?” Kidd’s forehead coming to press against yours as he stared into your eyes tha rolled back, but he never looked away. His fingers picking up the pace only slightly and the slight change was enough to have you screaming his name for the last time that night. “That’s it ruby, give it to me baby.” Your pussy creamed his fingers which you didn’t think was possible since you came so much but still he managed to pull another from your tired body. Legs shaking wildly and body twitching, as your back arched like a bow off the mattress.

“There we go, I knew you had another in there for me.” Kidd said his voice oddly gentle as he kissed your neck up to your jaw. Licking the salty sweat that coated your skin before making it to your lips. Molding his lips with yours in a passionate kiss, swallowing the last of your whines as he gently moved his fingers from your cunt leaving his hand to rest on your hip, rubbing your skin tenderly. You didn’t think he could hold you like this, let alone fuck you how he did earlier. You saw multiple sides of him that night that you definitely couldn’t wait to see again, he couldn’t agree more. Your hands came to wrap around him to deepen the kiss with a sigh, it wasn’t a ‘fuck me kiss’ you could tell it was something more, something more sweet and intimate.

Pulling away you gave him a tired smile as you stroked his cheek, “I think I’m falling for you Captain.” You didn’t know if you were joking but you could tell by the flush on his cheeks that he felt the same way. “Good cause I’m not letting you leave any time soon.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You told the man who pulled you onto his chest as he laid on his back, a contentment washing over the two of you that you never thought was possible. You never knew what the next day would bring while being pirates but one thing was for sure- he had you by his side and nothing would change that.

Who would've thought one barrel of rum would change his life.

[sabokunsmalia]

ʚ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 (𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃) 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 (𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 2) ɞ 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: nami, god usopp, trafalgar law, eustass kid, portgas d. ace & sabo 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nothing much except for pet names, sweet stuff, and gestures 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: part two without having someone ask for it because I'm a sucker for law, sabo and kid, and had to expose my thoughts about that to the world!

ʚ cat burglar nami ɞ

↷ berry were nami's greatest treasure. she hoarded the green paper in different hideouts in the girls room, preparing for an ambush from another pirate crew. so, when you joined the straw hat crew, it turned out to be a surprise for the male's and robin when nami came back from a shopping trip and handed you the very first bag from the ones in her hand. she never gave anyone even the tiniest amount of berry, and if they agreed to pay her back, the deal carried high interest. the orange-haired woman might have been a heartwarming person towards people, but she became a greedy one when her treasures were involved. except for you, you could take all the money and she would still follow you with heart eyes.

↷ nami has been part of the straw hat crew for almost decades. she was the first women to experience how unlogical luffy's choices sometimes were, how often zoro lost his way, how many lies usopp could tell in a day and how sanji named his attacks after french meals. so on a particular rough day, when she swallows down the stress so easily after practising for years to not let their dumbness get to her, she decides you need a long bath to relax. and she runs you one without hesitation or even warning you about it. a bubble bath, the smell of fresh rose petals from robin's flower beds spread through the room as your hand was placed in nami's warm palm. leading you towards the stairs, she smiled when you let your towel fall and stepped inside, almost immediately a satisfied groan escaped your throat. and nami, she was extremely satisfied with herself.

↷ most of the things you drank, or the pies you ate and loved so much, were made by nami with the help of sanji. after the man accepted that his chances with the navigator have vanished since you joined the grew, the cook helped nami to create the sweetest desserts for you. and hell, she was desperate to receive the praise from your mouth as the sweet orange juice of the first bite lingered on your tongue. oh, nami loved to watch your face twist in pleasure, her hands underneath her chin and the elbows on her knees as she sat beside you. just the little words about her cooking skills were enough to make her day and paint a smile on her lips, gathering another tad of courage to try a much more difficult recipe. but never forgetting the oranges.

ʚ god usopp ɞ

↷ oh, usopp knows how the adventures sometimes frighten you, and he's there, to hold your hand and always put a smile back on your face. he would make a fool out of himself a thousand times to ensure your mood was lifted again. when you did not get enough sleep because someone from another room was being awake all night and literally screaming through the corridors, usopp pulled the blanket back above your bodies and hugged you tighter while cuddling you back to sleep. when your stomach grumbled and you were especially hungry, usopp would fire up sanji to cook faster because his princess could die. totally overreacting but that was exactly the way he was. especially when it comes to you.

↷ imagine being in those muscular arms for an entire day, and i promise, once there is no fight and no enemies in sight, usopp will have his arms wrapped around you. sometimes around your waist from behind, pulling your back flush against his chest. sometimes over your shoulders and pulling you into an entire cuddle session. usopp could not keep his hands away from your irresistible self and beautiful soul. the sniper used any chance given to spend a free minute with you, either on deck, in his little workshop or any other place. life as a pirate was dangerous, life could end the next day or even minute. not being by your side, touching you, feeling your soft skin under his rough fingertips, it would be a great regret for the sniper.

↷ usopp loved to exit his workshop, walk towards the deck and find you on one of the loungers or maybe at the railing, wearing one of his hats or even glasses on top of your head. you were a beautiful sight for usopp before, but with his clothes or things attached to your stunning figure, he could faint each second. you looked so beautiful, and he would find a seat beside you. not one word was exchanged, usopp only kept staring at how pretty you made his things look with just wearing them. after almost too intense staring, the compliments would stumble out. a mess of words, mixed together in different compliments but most likely in a chaos of compliments where you had to find the right sentence together yourself. but you knew what he was like, and the flustered cheeks were enough for you to smile and laugh about the moment.

ʚ trafalgar d. law ɞ

↷ when the polar tang submerged and did not leave enough room to have a minute away from the stupid conversations between shachi and penguin, law invited you to join him in his office. none of the crew members visited him there, only knocking at the door once the ship emerged again, or they have found something special and rare. so, you were the only person allowed in his personal bubble. a room, filled with documents and books about the history and newspapers about a time before the surgeon even decided to become a pirate. he would occasionally glance up from the paragraph he was reading, seeing if you were alright or on the brink of exploding to ask him a question. oh, he could easily read it in the twisted features of your face.

↷ law was a man who worked way too many hours in his life. nights were for calm reading or planning the next steps ahead while the extrovert idiots of his crew were asleep instead singing or playing around. so, the doctor did not sleep enough but he always wanted to make sure that you were getting enough rest. mostly, you fell asleep on the couch in his office, as you were watching how his inked fingers flipped the pages of the book while never tearing his eyes off a particular important paragraph. and when he looked up to glance at you, law almost chuckled at the sweet sight in front of him. instead, he would place the book on the desk, and grabbed one of the large blankets that you adored so much. placing it over your body, he carefully wrapped the soft fabric around your body with a smile, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before taking his seat in his chair again.

↷ this man has a very hard time sharing any romantic interactions in public. he was attractive, there was no need to deny the obvious, and it was too difficult to stay completely calm when a beautiful girl flirted with him. to avoid another argument or certainly the need to answer one of those desperate women, law only had to raise his arm. it might be small but the tattoo on the side of his ring finger revealed the deep romantic relationship he shared with you. your name, in capital letters, written along the length of his digit. a small tattoo with such a large and important meaning. obviously, he would ask you one day if you would do the same for him, and suddenly, the two of you have a special kind of partner ink. it was enough to know for the two of you, even if penguin and shachi always teased their captain about finally committing to someone.

ʚ eustass 'captain' kid ɞ

↷ kid's a rough man, he's always so loud and his voice is always accentuated by that particular grumpy growl coming from his throat. with you, the change was inevitable. not that he wasn't the violent man with the fight addiction and incomparable confidence anymore, but he started to calm down in your presence. mostly at night, when the victoria punk became a quiet place while the crew slept. mostly because there was too much booze drowned. kid drank a couple of glasses himself but his height allowed him to have more than others. staring off into the darkness, you shivered as the deep conversations between kid and you rolled on. and hell, he never thought he would have that kind of situation but he was so quick with shrugging off the warm feathery coat from his shoulders and placing them on yours. underneath the thick fabric, you almost disappeared as your arms slipped through the sleeves and never reached the end. the red-haired captain chuckled at the sight, but he also felt his heart beating faster at the same view.

↷ he always wears his red lipstick, mostly because he cares about looking presentable when it comes to such small things, but since you stepped into his life it had a different meaning for him. always making sure his lips were covered in red, kid's mouth traveled around your throat, along the line of your jaw and over your face. even around your cleavage, stomach and the insides of your thighs, leaving red lipstick marks along your delicate skin. even better, the marks of red accompanied by the blueish leftovers of his deep and rough bites. it was his favorite thing, marking you up to show off that you belonged to someone. oh, and how much he loved to explore your body another night, and find the same marks and color mix still peppered all across your soft skin. reminders of what he has done to you, reminders of a good night with him. reminders of his undying love for you.

↷ kid always loved to work with metal, he had a talent for creating and repairing things. with the devil fruit he ate, it just allowed him to work quicker, and even create much taller statues or weapons. he was dedicated to it, always seated in his workshop at the bench, putting together small pieces with his large hands while using his powers to keep them in place before putting them together. it was almost too beautiful to watch how creative and dedicated he was. but the most loving and beautiful part of his hobby became the fact that he always made a small present for you. a bracelet, to pull you towards him in dangerous situations or when he was just craving your touch so badly. a ring to confess his unyielding love to you, and make small promises at the same time. a beautiful hair clip when you were annoyed by your hair fluttering into your face while fighting. even the small dagger that was meant to protect your life in difficult moments, and was attached to your waist, was made by your beloved kid. the present's weren't always meant to be sweet, but they had an important meaning which was much more sincere.

ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ

↷ let's have an honest moment right here. it's definitely a hat thing for the asl brothers, and ace would be like luffy in that situation. the commander loved it when you wore his hat around the ship, playing with the strings while having a particularly interesting conversation with marco about further plans. obviously it wasn't only the hat he loved to share with you. some days his pearl chain disappeared before he woke up from a long nap, and he found you, wearing it as your belt for the new dress you bought on the last island. the sight was made in heaven for the fire fist. he surely could never get enough of seeing you, wearing his little accessories. one day, he would come back from a mission, bringing you a pearl necklace of your own and making sure they included the two smiley's which were present on his hat. ace wanted the two of you to look as much as partners as possible.

↷ oh, ace was such a touch greedy man. he always had to have you around somehow, when he was on the moby dick. since pops trusted him with many missions, ace was missing from the crew for days, or sometimes even weeks, as he tried to fulfill what pops told him to. so, when ace returned to the whitebeard crew, his first task was to look for you and find out if you were alright. hands always wrapped around your waist, his chin placed in the curve of your neck as he placed butterfly kisses along the side of your throat. hell, he didn't even let you go when pops asked for your opinion on something and took the blame for it afterwards. ace showed his love with physical touch, and he was way too addicted to having his fingertips feel the softness of your delicate skin. he knew it could be over or too late one day, and he wouldn't want to miss a chance.

↷ surely, you never had to confront the freezing cold with ace as your boyfriend. he would make sure to always prepare a fire when the crew settled down at the island. he always lit candles around the shared bedroom, knowing that if one fell to the side, he could easily kill the fire without doubts. and while laying in bed, the blankets not even thick enough to keep the bites of cold away from your shuddering body, all you had to do was scoot closer to your boyfriend's chest. sprawled out hands were placed on your waist, grabbing the flesh of your hips tightly as the warmth spread from his fingertips through your body. the shivers disappeared and the comfort settled in, as ace used his devil fruit power's to raise the temperature underneath the blanket and even of the entire bedroom. he wouldn't want you to get sick, and what better way to have those incredible powers than to use them for your comfort.

ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ

↷ sabo was born a noble boy, and the choice of his clothing still kind of resembled the nobility of his former life. sure, he hated them. he despised how they treated humankind and put themselves above all. still his clothing remained. and you have never seen sabo in broad daylight, walking around without his gloves. they were his trademark, like the hat that always landed on your head when he was in a particularly difficult fight with an enemy. it was the same as his brothers, but this time, sabo usually carried the hat himself except for in those situations. also, the chief of staff would definitely buy you a pair of gloves yourself. thin fabric, almost see-through and a small bow on the side of your wrists. he would even help you put them on the very first time. so delicate and beautiful, just like the way he saw you. and well, he would buy a couple more pairs along the way or just bring them back with him.

↷ sabo would make sure he would give you a transponder snail. a way to always communicate with him when he was away, gathering important information or just advancing to save luffy from the enemies for another day. the revolutionary army was in possession of one transponder snail but it always stayed in dragon's office. sabo needed to hear your voice once in a while as he traveled across the vast ocean. just a simple greeting or a sweet confession from the other side of the transponder snail was enough to give sabo new strength. and he did not want to talk to five others before finally reaching you and only having limited time for a conversation. he needed you, needed the reassuring glint in your voice when you told him that he was going to be okay and come back home to you. all the words you said, the promises you made, turned sabo into an even stronger person than he has been before.

↷ sabo is a man who loves to spoil you, mostly with time together because he was always so damn busy as the chief of staff. second in command was a blessing, standing just underneath the leader, and having the chance to share his piece of mind. but it cost him time with you. so, sabo certainly tried his best to spend each free minute with you together. mostly, cooking a meal for the two of you, for a sweet candlelight dinner. going to a restaurant was impossible with the bounty which was on his head, knowing how many marines would bath in the glory of taking down the second in command of the revolutionary army. quality time was his kind of showing his love for you, and sabo's ways of cooking such a special dinner, with a glass of expensive wine and just a couple of hours for the two of you together, it was enough and a very pleasant surprise each and every single time.

[glassartpeasants]

Birds of a Feather

Eustass Kid/Killer x F!Reader

Warnings: Slight gore, blood, angst, fluff, hanakai disease, long fic and tiredly edited

A/N: This took to long to write and to long to type but thank god it's over. Now i can put myself through more self induced torture <3

~~~

It hurts to even hear about him. Even hearing his name felt like cyanide bubbled in your lungs. The pain was something you’ve never experienced before or think you’ll experience again. If you survive first, that is.

It’s been six months since it started. You remember the day the first petal left your lips.

“Oi (Y/N)!” His voice calling your name had your heart skipping a beat. It was like an addictive melody you never wanted to stop. Looking in his direction, you see Kid walking towards you with a scowl on his face. You watched as he passed by the multiple incapacitated Marines that everyone had just finished fighting.

“Yes, Captain? How can I help you?” The way his amber eyes looked down on you had your toes curling in your shoes.

“You almost got Killer hurt 'cause you got your head in the fucking clouds! He had to save your dumbass 'cause you couldn’t see a marine charging straight in front of you, so he had to step in front of you!” Guilt ate you as you lowered your head and fiddled with your fingers. You didn’t mean to zone out; you just happened to look in Kid’s direction and saw him beating every Marine that crossed his path. He looked so beautiful. The way he carried himself and how his laughter rang made your heart do flips. To entranced with Kid, you didn’t see the marine charging at you. Thankfully, Killer did and came to your aid.

“I’m sorry. I just lost focus for a second. I promise it’ll never happen again.”

“Your right it won’t. Cause next time it does, I’m kicking you off the ship. I don’t need weak losers who can’t defend themselves on my crew.” Feeling yoru lip tremble, you try to control your breathing. The last thing you want is to cry in front of him.

“Understood.” With those final words, Kid turns and leaves you standing on the battlefield where tons of defeated Marines lie. As soon as Kid’s footsteps leave your hearing, is when you finally let the tears slip down your cheeks. An unbearable urge to cough erupted in your lungs from the lack of air you inhaled. With a harsh cough, you feel something unlodge from your throat.

Looking down, you see a petal slowly descend to the ground.

“What the?” Grabbing it gently, you study the petal. Trying to figure out if it was the thing that came from your throat.

“(Y/N)! Let’s go!”

“Coming!” Looking down at the petal, you drop it and run towards the Victoria Punk.

~~~

You stand along the railing of the ship as you look at the sunset. The beautiful sight only made a frown appear on your face as the memory of that day sours the scenery.

Remembering the memory more clearly, had another cough leaving your lips. It had tears brim your eyes at the sheer intensity of it. This time, it was the most painful cough yet. When you look down towards your arm, you feel your heart stop, and your eyes widen.

Small bits of blood covered your arms as three white petals laid against your skin. Specks of blood scattered across your skin, and spots littered the flower petals as well. You knew that the flower those petals came from was a white carnation. 

Moving your hand to your lips, you gently rub your fingertips along your mouth. Looking down at your hands, you're met with horror, and time stop. A newfound fear made home in your head as you looked at the scene in front of you. The beautiful sunset was replaced by a painful surprise

~~~

Standing in front of your mirror; your eyes can only hound in on the gorgeous carnation that has seemingly bloomed on your cheek overnight. Instead of the gorgeous white petals, you coughed the day before, it was fully bloomed yellow carnation.

Your hand shakes as you reach up to touch the flower. It’s soft petals brushing against your fingers. Gently grabbing the eternity of the flower, you carefully try to pull it off. You hiss, realizing the pain that followed. Gritting your teeth, you take a deep breath before harshly ripping off the cursed flower.

“Fuck!” Grabbing your cheek, you see blood slip through your fingers. Looking around, you see a clean white tank top peaking out from your dresser. You quickly grab it and push it against your cheek. Considering the tank top was so thin, you needed to grab a bandage right away. Unfortunately, the infirmary was a bit away, and it was daytime; who knows who’d be out and about? What if someone saw you? All you could do was run as fast as you could and pray no one saw you.

Grabbing the door handle, you open it and close it as quickly as possible, making a dash for the infirmary. You run as fast as you can without drawing any attention to yourself. Yet just as you see the infirmary door, a familiar voice calls to you.

“(Y/N)? What are you running for?” 

‘Shit, it’s Killer.’ You try to give him a quick answer, but the now bloody tank top catches Killer's eye.

“Holy shit (Y/N)! What the fucked happened?!”

“It’s nothing! No need to worry!”

“That cloth is basically drenched!” Killer walked towards you and finally managed to get a good look at you as he grabbed your arms.

“Let me see it.” You gulp before gently lowering the tank top. The small patch of missing skin finally gets air.

“What the hell happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it. So please, Killer, drop it. I promise I’m okay. I’m nothing you need to worry about.” Killer’s grip loosens as he looks at you.

“Fine. But I’m fixing it.” Knowing that you weren’t getting out of it any more than you did, you agreed and followed him to the infirmary. The awkward silence suffocating.

“Thank you. You don’t have to, but thank you.”

“It’s…no problem.”

~~~

Killer did a great job patching your wound. He was so careful and treated you like you were made of glass. It’s been forever since you’ve felt so much care.

Thankfully, you never coughed when you were near him. If he reacted like that about your cheek, how’d he react if he saw you cough up blood and a random flower petal? A freak-out would probably be the proper reaction. The only freakout that needed to happen was yours when more flowers bloomed on your skin. Many of them you’ve never seen before. The same happening with the petals you coughed up.

A week has gone by since then, and every flower petal you’ve coughed up and every flower you’ve picked from your skin you kept and put in a box under your bed. You wanted to identify them and possibly see if there was any meaning to any of them. They had to mean something, right?

To your luck, the Vicotria Punk was stopping at an island to get supplies. You could get off and hopefully find a florist or a book to tell you everything you need to know.

“Everyone get ready to dock!” Kid’s voice boomed across the ship, making you grab a mask quickly and the box of flowers you’ve kept hidden under your bed. It wasn’t even seconds after you left your room is when the heat started killing you. While it was your own fault due to the fact you had to cover up every ounce of skin just to make sure the flowers stayed hidden, it was miserable. The flowers that corrupted your body tortured you in more ways than one.

Despite the dreaded heat, you quickly run off the ship, box in hand, and make your way to town, only to be stopped by a strong arm grabbing your shoulder. Turning your head, you feel your cheek heat up, seeing Kid looking at you.

“Where the hell are you going dressed like that?” You didn’t want to lie to him, but he was the last person you wanted to know about your struggles.

“Just disguising myself so I can go into town and grab some things without having the Marines be called.” Smiling up at him through your mask, you can feel your palms start to sweat as you hope it is enough for him.

“And the box?”

“Clothes that I’m gonna get rid of.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to hide your nervousness.

“Alright. Grab me a screwdriver. Lost mine.” Kid let go of your shoulder and started to turn around.

“Yes, Captain!” Turning back to town, you begin your journey once more. 

The sun beats down against you as you look desperately for a florist or bookstore. The town was smaller than you originally thought, and it made you fear that neither would be available. What would happen if you couldn’t find it? What would happen to you?

“Oof!” While your mind ran wild, you missed the small old lady who had come out in front of you. Falling backward, you drop your box of flowers, causing them to pour out. The bloody flowers and petals out on display.

“I’m so sorry miss! Please forgive me!” Looking up, you see the little old lady smiling at you before looking at you flowers.

“What are those dear?” Seeing your flowers scattered about, you immediately tried to hide them all up back in the box.

“O-Oh! Nothing! Just some arts and crafts!” You let out a nervous chuckle, hoping she couldn’t see past your lie. But the way she looked at you up and down let you know that she didn’t believe you for a second.

“It’s hot outside; why are you wearing something that could give you heat stroke?”

“I just get sunburnt easily! No one likes that, right?” Before you could say another word, the old lady’s face turned serious.

“Come with me. I know.” Before you can utter another word, she grabs your hand and starts dragging you out of the public eye. You thankfully managed you grab your box before she started dragging you into an alley. It was clutched tightly in your hands as you followed the old woman to wherever she was taking you. Simply looking at her, you didn’t deem her a threat, so you just let her drag you.

A small shack behind the bigger buildings comes in sight. The lady drags you harder as you try to figure out what’s going on.

“Hey, uh, where are you taking me?”

“Must talk in private. Your in danger girl.” Her words made unease rise in your gut as you allow her to drag into the small shack. Made from wood, you see tons of trinkets and what some would describe as a ‘witches cabin’.

“Sit girl.” The woman sits you down before standing in front of you. She looks you up and down before grabbing a book from her bookshelf and sitting in front of you.

“Who are you? Why did you drag me here? Where exactly is here?” Question spiraled in your mind as the lady grabs your box and opens it without a heads up.

“Hey! What do you think your-”

“Worse then I thought.” Her words cause a bead of sweat to run down your forehead. Putting the box down, she grabs your hand and holds it with both of her own.

“Your in danger girl.”

“Danger? What are you talking about?”

“You carry a disease that only victims of one-sided love can obtain. Your attire and the box of bloody flowers tells everything.”

“What?! That’s impossible, no way!” You try to rip your hand from hers but her grip was stronger then you could have ever thought.

“The flowers that adorn your skin only bloom on those with an unattainable love. Your mask covers up the petals you cough up does it not?” Her words cause your heart to stop as you look at her with wide eyes. How could she know something like that? You’ve only met this woman today and she’s already telling you things that only you knew.

“How did you-”

“I too once suffered the disease you carry. I know when someones infected when i see it.” Words seem to get stuck in your throat as you racked your brain on how she could possibly know that your in such a position.

“Who is the person you love?” Stuttering, you finally managed speak.

“My Captain. I’m in love with my Captain. Now tell me this disease you claim I have.” A sigh leaves the lady lips as she grabs the book she put next to her. The sound of pages turning had your heart berating faster then you’d care to admit.

You jump when she slams the book down and points to a page. Leaning down you begin to read what it said.

“Hanaikai disease? Sounds fake.”

“Keep reading!”

“Okay! Okay!” Not wanting to anger her, you continue to read.

Hanaikai Disease is a supposedly fictional disease that affects the victims of one-sided love. While said to be fictional, there are cases in recent history where people have claimed to suffer from it. It’s said to be extremely painful the longer it stays inside its host.

Symptoms always start the same. The victim begins to cough up flower petals of the flower that represent how the victim feels about the love they feel for the one they adore.

It’ll continue until flowers start blooming through the skin. Taking off said flowers is extremely painful and highly advised not to do. It causes the flowers to bloom more aggressively and become more painful to remove. During this stage, the victim will cough up blood along with the petals. This is a sign that the disease has finally fully affected the lungs. It’ll get more difficult to breathe.

Next, it’ll drain your energy quickly. Leaving you looking sickly and in even more pain as the disease starts to affect the organs outside the lungs. The victim will be coughing more than before, and what seems like green veins will cover the victim's body. Flowers soon start to cover the rest of the skin on the arms and legs.

Once it’s gotten to this point, the chances of survival are close to none. The disease has taken over the victim's body to the point all one can do is watch as the disease slowly corrupts the body.

The victim will slowly lose their ability to breathe before taking their last breath. What happens to the body after death is unknown. Many death records that were supposedly based on this disease have either been lost or destroyed. 

Your mouth was agape reading the horrible words inked on the page. The book tells you things you’ve experienced and what you have yet to endure. How could something so terrifying be so real? No, it couldn’t be real!

‘There is no way in hell this could be real! This has to be a fucked up dream!’ The old lady rubs her thumb along your hand.

“My dear, you need to let him go. He will be the death of you.”

“But-” Looking down at the book once more, you see what’s the only cure for the hell you’ve been contaminated with.

The only known cure for this disease is when the victim's love interest ends up loving them back or the victim loses feelings for the one they loved.

“Lose feelings? How can I do that?” The little old lady closes the book and places it next to her before getting up and moving to grab another book from the bookshelf. She then makes her way to you and trades your box for the book.

“Hey! I need those!”

“Old flowers won’t help. New flowers are the ones you need to worry about.” The lady motions you to sit up and you do so without a word. It's not like you could form words anyway after knowing what you have to do if you want to survive. 

“It’s time for you to go. A pirate never stays in one place for long.” Pushing you out the door, the old lady says nothing more before slamming the door behind you.

It all happened so fast that it felt like your head was spinning. Being told that a disease you’ve never heard before was gonna kill you? How could someone respond to that? And then get kicked out before all your questions could be answered? While a million questions still ran through your head, all you could do was stand and look around to try and process what you’ve been told. 

~~~

Making your way back to the Victoria, you couldn’t help but feel how heavy your heart had become. Having been told that the man whom you’ve dedicated everything to was going to be the death of you? That the only way to live through the raging disease was to just get over him or have him love you back? Both of those options seemed impossible. Why couldn’t the universe just let you be?

The Kid Pirates were all you had. You had no family or life to get back to. The thought of leaving was out of the question. There had to be something else.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Kid’s voice rang through your ears, making you snap out of your thoughts. Looking up, you see him stumbling over to you. The closer he got, the more the overwhelming smell of sake became.

“Captain! I got your screwdriver! The best one they had!” Even though it was the most expensive one, it was easy to steal. But then again, you’d steal a warlord's treasure if he asked you-

A harsh cough started to leave your lungs. You could feel the ragged petals leave your throat before getting caught in the mask you wore.

“Ah, just what I was looking for.” Kid completely ignored the horrific cough, much to your delight. You were happy that he didn’t notice and that you picked out the perfect one. It was like your body was on fire when you felt him ruffle your hair.

“Such a good girl.” His laughter had your heart doing flips. The way he spoke made your legs feel weak. Even though he was drunk, you’d take his praise anytime.

“Let’s go. We don’t wanna miss our ride, do we?” Without another word, your lifted off the ground and thrown over Kid’s shoulder. If you could explode in happiness right now, you would. He’s so close. He’s holding you and carrying you in the Victoria Punk. It has to mean something! He’s never done this before! Could this be a sign that he likes you too? Maybe it could possibly stop the disease from spreading?

~~~

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and booze. Kid was so close to you the entire night! Anytime he touched you, it felt like an electric shock shooting through your skin. It was welcomed as you couldn’t help but feel your heart gush. The pain of the disease lessened when he touched you, and combined with the amount of alcohol you’ve ingested, you practically forgot about it last night.

It especially slipped your mind when he kissed you.

You and Kid were walking toward your room, and when you got there, you went to say goodnight to Kid, only for him to pull you close and slam his lips to yours. Your mind filled with colors as the taste of sake filled your mouth when he slid his tongue passed your lips. Digging your fingers in his hair, you pull him closer, wanting to feel all of him pressed against you. Kissing him felt like a dream come true. No amount of imagination compared to how soft Kid’s lips truly were. 

It felt like you were kissing him for an eternity before he pulled away. Saliva connected the two of you as you pant, trying to regain air. Your heart beats rapidly as you look at Kid’s lips. His beautiful red lipstick smudged. Every bone in your body yelled at you to kiss him again. Telling you that he was right in front of you.

“Kid! Where you at?” Killer’s voice echoed in the hallway, causing you both to split quickly.

“Ah, shame. Just as we were having fun. Well, see you later, princess.” He ruffled your hair again as he drunkenly stumbled towards Killer’s voice. Kid’s words echoed in your head like an addictive song. If Killer didn’t call him, what would’ve happened? 

All you could do was dream.

~~~

A knocking on your door woke you up from your drunken slumber. The intensity of the knock gave you teh impression it was your red headed captain. 

The same Captain you kissed last night. 

Your eyes shot open at the realization of him being right outside your room. It’s only been a few hours and now you had to face him. A sober him.  Jumping out of bed, you start finding any sort of pajamas that made you look as cute as possible. Once struggling to get the clothing on, you rush to the door and open it. 

“Oh hey, captain. How can I uh-help you?” Even trying to keep you cool, you can feel your face burning. The look that Kid gives you made your heart beat against your ribs. What could he be thinking about behind those amber eyes?

“Hey. About what happened last night-”

“Oh! Yeah, I-”

“Forget it.” 

“Huh?”

“Forget that ever happened. It was an accident, and we were both drunk.” Hearing his words had your blood turn cold and your heart stop. Trying to hide what you felt inside, you put on a tough face.

“Yeah, haha. I was super drunk. Surprised I'm even able to walk.” Trying to hide your cracking voice, you were thankful that the mask hid your trembling lip.

“Good. See you around.” Without another word, Kid turned his back and walked down the hallway. You closed your door, and as soon as you did, the painful sensation of needles pricking your lungs started to reemerge. Struggling to stay on your feet, you fall to your hands and knees as you try to breathe. Ripping off your mask, you can hear yourself heaving. A stabbing pain hit your back as you let out the worst cough you’ve ever done so far. It left tears in your eyes as you coughed hard enough to see more blood than petals. 

You felt like a fool. Why did you think that he liked you? It was a drunk mistake. Why couldn’t you see how stupid you were? He’d never shown any interest in you before, so why did you think he liked you after a single kiss?

Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, but the sound of harsh coughing had your mind freezing. It sounded exactly like yours. 

But it wasn’t.

You still could barely breathe, but how can a cough sound so similar? It sounds exactly like yours. Just as pained as yours. 

Getting up, your struggle trying to stay on yoru feet. Catching yourself in the mirror, you see another flower having appeared right above your heart. It wasn’t there when you put the shirt on; did it bloom when you weren’t looking? You didn’t even feel it!

Swearing under your breath, you grab another turtleneck-like shirt and keep on the long pajama pants. The more skin and flowers hidden, the better.

Leaving your room, the harsh coughing only continued and it added unease in your gut. It sounded exactly like yours when you were in yoru room, but the closer you got, you could hear the deeper tone to it. It sounded close by, so it couldn’t be far.

You follow the noise towards the infirmary. Stopping by the door, you place your ear against it. Your eyes widen hearing the voice behind the coughing. Especially what the voice said.

“Dumb flowers. What the fuck are you?” Biting your lip, you open the door quietly and peek inside. The man you never thought you’d be sharing your struggles with was right in front of you. Bloody flowers surrounded a familiar blue and white striped mask.

“Killer?” Your voice gentle as you enter the room before closing the door.

“Shit (Y/N)!” He quickly put on his mask and turned towards you, Hiding his arm behind his back.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“It’s fine.” The silence was agonizing before Killer spoke up.

“I should go. I uh have to grab something.” Before he can walk out, you stand in front of him and place your hands on his chest.

“You need to see something. It’s important."

“Sorry, but I really have to-”

“I have it too.” Another dreadful silence fills the air as Killer steps back.

“What?” Pulling down the collar of your shirt. A SIngel carnation lying on your collarbone comes into Killer’s view.

“The day you helped stitch my face? It was caused by me pulling off a flower. The reason I’m wearing a mask? To hide the flower petals that leave my mouth when I cough.” Feeling another cough coming on, you pull down your mask and cough into your elbow. Petalserupt from your throat and making tears rim yoru eyes. Once finished, you show your arm to Killer. His speechless reaction made you worry as you threw away the petals and wiped off blood splatter on your skin.

“Do you…know what it is?” Sitting down on the infirmary bed, you pat the spot next to you. Killer seemed to think for a second before sitting down hesitantly and looking at you through his mask.

“It’s kinda hard to explain and understand, so I’ll go slow. Cause even after knowing, I’m still struggling to believe it.” Taking a deep breath, you start to tell him everything the old lady shared with you.

~~~

It was silent in the infirmary after you explained the situation to Killer. You couldn’t blame him if he didn’t believe you. Hell, you still didn’t want to believe it yourself. How could you question the old lady who told you? You’ve never met her before, and she somehow knew that you were suffering simply by looking at you.

“If you're fucking with me (Y/N), I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m obviously suffering with it too! Why would I lie to you?” Just then, Killer let out a harsh cough, and you can see a small droplet of blood fly out from one of the many holes in his mask.

“Hey! Are you okay, Killer?” You place your hand on his shoulder, and his cough only gets worse.

“Shit, I’ll go get you some water!” Running to the kitchen, you throw open the cabinets to grab a glass. You can feel your heart beat rapidly against your ribs as you desperately fill up the glass of water. Once filled, you make your way back to the infirmary. Killer’s cough no longer echoed in the hallway.

“Okay, I got your water-Heyyy, Captain.” To your dismay, you see Kid once again. This time, standing in front of Killer with his arms crossed. His scowl has your palms sweating. You quickly give Killer his water before trying to escape the uncomfortable situation you were subjected to.

“Sit your ass down.” Mouthing a silent ‘fuck’, you turn around and sit on the bed next to Killer once again.

“Care to tell me why the both of you have been acting so fucking weird these past few weeks?” Killer stayed silent, as did you. How were you supposed to explain a disease to a man who didn’t have it? Explain to the man that’s the reason for your suffering through this. Not to mention how it’s supposed to be fictional.

“Fucking spill it.”

"It's hard to explain."

“I don’t care. Tell me why you two are acting so differently, damnit!”

“We both got sick. We’re just helping one another since we got the same thing.”

“Is it contagious?”

“No.”

“Then there's no reason to be distant dipshits.” You sigh and rub your ace. This wasn’t going well at all. Kid’s tone was all you needed to know how close he was to blowing up. You move to whisper in Killer's ear, and you see Kid’s eyes narrow.

“Should I show him the flower on my collarbone? I don’t want to make you take off your mask.”

“That’s a good idea, yeah. Thank you.”

“What the fuck are you two whispering about?” Grabbing your shirt, you pull down the fabric just enough for the flower to be visible. With a nervous voice, you start to explain.

“It’s called Hanakai Disease. Its symptoms include coughing up flower petals and having fully bloomed flowers appearing on your skin as well. The flowers eat away at your body until your nothing but flowers yourself. It’s caused by one-sided lov-”

“You really expect me to believe that shit?! Flowers?! Do I look like a fucking idiot?!” Panic started setting in as you saw the anger swirling in Kid’s eyes.

“I’m telling the truth! I’d never lie to you! Killer, tell him!” Instead of backing you up, Killer stays silent.

“Killer!” Yet no words left his mask. Shocked and having your own anger flooded through your veins at Killer’s silence.

“Are you fucking serious? Help him believe us! Show him or tell him we aren’t lying!” The room was silent again, and you saw Kid’s face getting red with anger. Obviously, Killer wasn’t gonna help Kid understand, so you’d made up your mind to just walk away. You didn’t want to deal with Kid’s rage.

“Why did I even bother telling you? I knew you wouldn’t believe me. No fucking thanks to you, Killer. Fucking asshole.” Opening the infirmary door, you leave the two men while slamming teh door behind you. You can feel tears start to slip down your cheeks as Killer's silence has your heart burning. Just as you thought you weren’t alone, life came back to kick you in the ass.

The suffocating urge to cough soon became too much to bear as you leaned against a wall and started coughing. It felt as if there was a whole frog in your throat from the sheer intensity of your coughs. It made your legs feel weak as you struggled to stay standing. You even take off your mask to hopefully try to get more air to breathe.

Finally, whatever was lodged in your throat managed to fly past your lips with one last harsh cough. A silent thump was felt against your skin as you started to rub your eyes to get rid of the tears. Your blurry vision soon turns normal as you try to find the source of your painful cough. When your eye catches something on the ground, you feel time stop. Instead of what should have been a few measly petals, was replaced by a fully intact yellow carnation. There was a small blood splatter from where the bloodied flower hit the floor. With shaky hands, you grab the flower, looking at it in horror.

Turning your head around to see if anyone saw what happened, you start running as fast as you can to your room.

The book the lady gave you was a flower guide. It told you all teh meanings of the flowers you’ve coughed up. Along with a handwritten note on the stages of the disease. It was almost as if she’d been saving it for another poor soul suffering from the same fate.

~~~

“Hey (Y/N)! Breakfast is ready!” Heat’s voice breaks through your slumber as the morning sun shines against your face. When you open your eyes, you see multiple flowers lying in front of your face. Dried blood covering teh bed sheets and flowers. You must have been coughing them up while you were asleep.

A frown plasters on your face looking at the flowers. Your day already ruined before lunch.

With a deep breathe, you start to move your body out of bed. Yet as soon as you go to stand up, your legs immediately give out under you, causing you to fall to the cold floor.

“You good?”

“I’m fine! Just dropped my book!”

“Alright. Well Killer made pancakes so hurry up before Kid hogs them all!” A sour taste fills your mouth hearing the two mens names. Killer’s lack of back up and Kid’s outburst burned your already bleeding heart. Seeing their faces right now wouldn’t be the best decision for you.

Managing to crawl upon the bed, you feel your body grow cold seeing 2x the amount of flowers you had on you yesterday. That and the small green lines that veined down yoru legs. Words seemed to die in your throat as you look at your arms, worried the same fate had already happened to them. Thankfully though, they were the same as when you went to sleep. Still, you couldn’t go out with your legs in this condition.

“I’m not hungry but thank you for letting me know!” No way you could go out. Especially when you can stand on your own two feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Just not feeling the best! Do you think you could grab me some bandages? I have to change mine from last night after an accident!”

“Uh okay? Sure you didn’t fall?”

“Yep! Positive!”

“Okay I’ll believe you. Be right back!”

“Thank you Heat!” You can hear his footsteps leave and only then did you relax. Looking down at your legs, a wave of anger hit you as you stare at the beautiful flowers laying against your skin.

It wasn’t fair. How come it had to happen to you? Why was the world so cruel to taunt you with your unrequited love by having it be the thing that kills you? The flowers littering your skin gave you cruel reminders that no matter how hard you tried to ignore the painful burning of your lungs, it was useless. The worst thing about it was all you had to do is let the man you love go. But how were you suppose to do that? Even thinking about him has a cough bubbling in your throat.

It was so stupid to fall in love with the red-headed brute in the first place. He wouldn’t love you back anyways. His goal is his top priority, and who were you to take that away from him? Plus, even if you were to confess and he rejected you, you fear you’d never be able to stop loving him. A cruel fate is what your life was given to.

You roughly grab one of the flowers and crush it in your hand before ripping it away from your skin. The sickening sound of ripping skin rand across yoru room but you didn’t care. The pain you felt in your heart outweighed the pain of the flowers. Grabbing another one, you begin to rip off all the flowers adorning your legs. Missing patches of flesh appeared each time you ripped off a flower. Blood started leaking from the wounds, yet you paid no mind. Why should you? It’s not like they won’t just regrow. Nothing stitches or bandages can’t fix. 

You could feel your body getting weaker simply looking at teh green veins that adorned your skin. Knowing it had gotten to this stage scared teh shit out of you but what could you do? Kid probably hated you now. God why did this stupid disease have ot be so ridiculous?

KNOCK KNOCK

‘Must be Heat.’ With a deep breath, you get up on shaky legs, putting all your weight as you use the bed to move towards the door. You can feel blood dribble down your legs and onto the wooden floor. Grabbing the doorknob and putting all the strength you had to keep yourself propped up, you open the door while hiding your bloodied legs behind it. To your dismay, instead of Heat bringing you the bandages, it was the man you wanted to avoid.

“Hey. Heat was busy, so I brought them.” Staying silent, you look at him with a visible frown.

“I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. I was just too shocked to believe it. I didn’t want to believe it, so I tried to ignore the reality.”

“You could have at least shown a flower on your arm or something! But no! Now he thinks I’m a liar, and you know he hates those!”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Kid’s calmed down now, but I didn’t fully tell him all of it after you left. He shouldn’t think your lying anymore, okay? So come eat, you look sick.”

“I’m fine now, just give me the bandages and go away-” Before you had teh chance to cover your mouth, you harshly cough up another flower. It lands by Killer's feet, causing the man's eyes to widen behind his mask. Turning back up to you, he sees your still coughing and how your struggling to stay up. Your legs stumbled out from behind the door, and he saw your blood-covered legs. Thankfully, he managed to catch you before you lost your footing.

“Jesus christ (Y/N)!” Not bothering to close your door, Killer runs to the infirmary. He can feel your blood stain his hands as small parts of his shirt soak up the blood as he carries you bridal style.

Bursting open the door, he places you on the empty bed before rushing to grab a needle and thread. If he didn’t close all the small wounds, you’d surely get an infection. Not to mention how long they’ve been open. Once he made it back to your side, he finally noticed what else was covering your legs.

“Shit. Those must be those vine things they were telling me about.” Killer quickly gets to work, not wasting another second. If anything were to happen to you, Killer wouldn’t be able to ever forgive himself.

~~~

You didn’t know when, but at some point, you must have passed out. The last thing you vividly remembered was coughing up that flower in front of Killer. Everything after that was a blur.

Opening your eyes, you notice yourself lying in the dark infirmary. Trying to even breathe felt like pins and needles were stabbing your lungs. You try to sit up, but it feels as if all the strength in your body simply vanished.

“Your awake.” Turning your head to the side, you see Killer sitting next to you. His baby blue shirt is the only visible thing.

“Killer?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry for getting so mad. If I was you, it’d probably have done the same thing.”

“No. I should have had your side. Especially going against Kid.” Silence fell over the two of you. 

“What time is it?”

“Midnight.”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“All day.” Your eyes widen at his confusion.

“You’ve been waiting right beside me all day to wake up?”

“...yeah.” His words made your face burn, and heart skip a beat. He didn’t leave your side at all?

“Why? Wouldn’t Kid be upset?”

“He didn’t know. Was cramped up in his workshop all day.” Your heart only beat faster the longer you listened.

“I see. Well, what’s your plan now that I’m awake?”

“Don’t know. Didn’t think that far ahead, I suppose.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you think to yourself. In all honesty, his company was greatly appreciated.

“I don’t mind if you stay here… the bed is big enough for you if I scoot closer to the wall.” It wouldn’t be the first time you had to share a bed with Killer. One time when the Victoria Punk docked on an island for repairs, the crew slept in a hotel. Everyone was arguing about roommates, so Killer managed to make numbers and put them in a stolen hat, telling people to take a number. You and Killer got the same number, so you two were bunkmates until the Victoria was repaired. Then again, that was when he wore his black and white polka-dotted shirt. It’s been so long since then.

“I could crush you. Plus, your sick.”

“A sickness you have. So lay down on the bed…I don’t wanna be alone.” Killer was thankful you couldn’t see his face, if you could, you would’ve seen how his cheeks turned red. While he’s slept in the same bed as you before, this was obviously very different. But when would he get this chance to be so close to you again?

“Okay.” Taking his boots off, Killer slides under the covers. He can feel the flowers that adorned his own skin being moved around as he starts to get comfortable.

“Thank you for fixing me up, Killer. It means a lot.” Even though you try to give him as much space as possible, Killer still could practically feel your body against his.

“Goodnight, Killer.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).” Closing both of your eyes, neither of you notices the two flowers that fell off Killer's arms or how the burning pain in your lungs suddenly vanished. Leaving you able to enjoy Killer’s scent being right next to you.

~~~

Waking up, you see Killer gone from your side. A plate of (favorite breakfast) replaced him on the chair. A small giggle escapes your lips, seeing your favorite breakfast. Still the perfect temp.

Taking a few breaths, you get ready to try and sit up. If today was anything like yesterday, then certainly be a task made for the gods. Yet as soon as you lift yourself up, your shocked to feel yourself sit up with ease. Just yesterday, you could barely breathe and stay on your feet. What did Killer do that gave you the strength to sit up and the ability to breathe properly?

Whatever it was, you’ll have to thank him again later.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hello? Come in?” You quickly cover yoru body in case the person behind the door wasn’t Killer. To your shock, a familar patch of bright red hair comes into view.

“Captain?” All you heard was a grumble before he closed the door behind him. He crossed his arms and looked away from yoru face, you could see something in his hand.

“Killer told me he forgot to give you a utensil to eat, so here.” Handing you a (...), you gently grab it, your fingertips brushing against his own. His skin rough from working in his shop.

“Thanks, Captain. That’s very nice of you.” While he still refused to look at you, you gave him a smile.

“Killer explained your situation yesterday, so forget about what happened.” Kid’s way of saying sorry was odd, but you’ll take it.

“Ah, I see.” A silence filled the infirmary before Kid spoke.

“Who is it?”

“What?”

“Who’s the person you love?” His eyes stared into yours, and you could feel your face burn at his straightforward question. How were you supposed to tell him that he’s the only one always on your mind? At least, you think he is.

“Oh! W-Well, does that really matter? I can get over it! There's no need to worry about me, Captain! You just focus on being King of the Pirates!” Rambling on, you didn’t notice the way Kid’s body tensed, and his face burned red when you spoke your last words.

“What I would love is for you to achieve your dream, alright? I’m nobody to worry about. Focus on your own happiness.” Hearing your own words made you bite the inside of your cheek. While you didn’t outright say it, you felt like you said it to him. There was something holding you back from saying those words.

No. Not something. Someone.

“I see. I gotta go. There’s a project I need to finish.” With that, Kid left in a hurry. Leaving you no time to respond.

“Bye?” With you being left alone once more, you finally grab your breakfast and begin to dig into it. A smile fell across your lupus as a giddiness filled your body, thinking of the kindness Killer showed you.

~~~

It was a calm day on the Victoria Punk. The sun shone brightly down on the crew as they all did their own things. You were currently lying on a blanket on the deck, soaking up the sun. If you were to tell yourself two weeks ago that you were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, you’d never believe it. Yet here you were.

Five days ago, all the flowers that once resided on your arms fell off. You saw one fall off before your eyes even. When you woke up, instead of huge bloodied flowers in front of you, only small petals took their place. While there were still flowers on your legs, the green ‘vines’ were gone and your strength was back in full. Whatever Killer did that day two weeks ago you’ll never be able to thank him enough.

Now here you are, sitting in the sun and breathing in teh fresh salty air. You don’t know what’s causing the symptoms to go away, but you didn’t dare question it. Why question a good thing?

“Enjoying the sun?” Looking to your side, you see Killer standing above you.

“Very much. What ya doing?”

“Just finished running errands for Kid and doing first mate duties.” Your heart seemed to speed up as you continue talking to the mask man.

“So your free now?”

“I should be.”

“Well, do you wanna hang out with me and enjoy the sun?” Hiding your hands behind your head, you crossed your fingers that he’d say yes.

“I smell like sweat from running around so.”

“I can wash the blanket. When’s the next time you’d get to relax? Plus, I don’t invite just anyone to lay next to me and enjoy the sun.” You see Killer looking down as if trying to think.

“Please? Pretty please?” A sigh leaves the man before sitting down and lying down next to you. About a foot of space between the two of you. Killer’s scent invaded your senses, making a sigh of contentment leave your lips.

“Liar. You don’t smell like sweat. What were you trying to ditch me?” You gently elbow the huge man with a soft laugh.

"Maybe." An offended gasp leaves you, making Killer laugh.

“I’m kidding. Just didn’t want to take any chances.” Turning to your side, you look at Killer. You couldn’t help but study the small scars along his arms. Or how his hair looked so soft, lying along the blanket. The sight made your face burn and your heart beat in your ears.

“Your staring.” Despite your urge to look away in embarrassment, you try to play it cool.

“Am I not allowed to look at a piece of art?” It was something you’d never say to anyone. Something you haven’t said to anyone.

Killer’s eyes widened behind his mask as he felt his heart quicken. Hearing such words coming from you made his cheeks burn and his heart skip a beat. He looked in your eyes to see if you were joking, but all he could see was sincerity.

“Stop it. You're just saying that.” Hearing him deny your words, you decide to up your game. After everything Killer’s done for you, he deserves to be praised.

“Would you prefer ‘pretty boy’ instead?” Killer snapped his head towards you before gently smacking your arm.

“Oh my god (Y/N), shut up.” A smirk rose on your lips.

“Pretty boy! Pretty boy! Killer’s a pretty boy!” Sitting up, Killer grabbed you and covered your mouth.

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up, I’m going to throw you overboard!”

“Pretty boy!” You yell while giggling. While your words were muffled, you knew Killer could still hear them.

“That’s it.” Hetting up, Killer wraps his arms around you and starts walking towards the railing.

“Killer, I swear to god!” Even though you wiggle desperately, it did nothing to losen his grip. The closer you got to the railing, the more you panicked.

“Tell me how cold the water is.” Even though he wasn’t laughing, you could hear the telltale sign of muffled down laughter that he desperately tried to keep in.

“No!”

“What’s going on here?” Both of you turn your heads and see Kid standing and watching with his arms crossed once again. Killer dropped you in shock, leaving you to make a thud against the floor. Looking up at Kid, you feel embarrassment run through you the way he refused to look at you. Why he refused to look at you had you questioning if he had a grudge over you that you weren’t aware of. Whatever it was, it left you feeling small. Making you scoot closer to Killer’s leg.

~~~

You couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was Killer lying next to you. All you could think about was him. How he smelled, how his skin felt against yours. The way even the smallest words left his lips had your heart beating faster than you ever thought possible.

Remembering the way he took care of you in your worst moments made you smile. No one’s ever done that before. The memory of him lying next to you on the infirmary bed made your feet kick under the covers. You’ve never slept so good then lying next to him.

There had to be something that you could do to repay him. But what? Scanning your head for anything, you remember how he loved pasta. That was something, but you wanted to give him something that could last longer than 10 minutes. Throwing your hand to the side to grab your glass of water, your shocked when you feel your hand touching a velvet-type surface. Turning your head, you see the flower guide the old lady gave you.

Just then an idea came to you, making you sit up and turn on the lantern light on your nightstand. Opening the book, you begin to search for the perfect flower.

~~~

You wouldn’t leave his mind no matter how hard he tried to focus. Every time he tried to sharpen his blades, all he could see was you. Even the sharp screaming of his blade didn’t pierce the sound of your voice in his head. Your laughter and how sweet your voice sounded when you complimented him felt like a melody he couldn’t ignore.

He also couldn’t ignore how the flowers adorning his skin had now fallen off. All that was left was a small cough every now and then, and even now, the cough was no longer painful. It felt like he could breathe better now. When he thought about it, it only survived to confuse him. The way he felt about you only grew with each passing moment he spent next to you.

Shouldn’t it be getting worse?

His heart only beat faster when he saw you, and his dreams of you only continued every time he closed his eyes. Dreams of you laying next to him at night with his arms wrapped around you. Where you’d kiss his helmet while telling him how much you adored him. Yet those were just dreams. All they’d ever be.

“Killer?” A small tap on his shoulder made him turn around. Your voice quiet enough to barely be heard. When he fully turned around to look at you, he was surprised by a big bouquet of flowers in your hand.

“These are for you.” You shoved the flowers to his chest before looking away from him. Looking down at the flowers, it felt as if time stopped seeing 12 blue roses looking back at him. His voice caught in his throat as he couldn’t stop the rapid beating of his heart.

“I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You didn’t have to yet you did, and for that, I’ll forever be grateful. And thanks to you…I survived a disease that should have killed me. All the flowers on my body have fallen off, and I haven’t coughed in so long. Last night I wanted to give you a gift, and it’s then that I realized why I’m better.” A shaky breath left your lips as Killer stood before you shocked.

“It’s you. The reason I can breathe and live is you. I…I love you Killer.” Before you could spill out more of your heart, Killer pulled you to his chest. His arms wrapping around you tightly and laid his head on your own. You can hear his heart beat echo in yoru ears.

“I love you too.” An overwhelming burst of happiness filled your being hearing those words. Looking up at him, you grab his mask and place kisses everywhere you could reach. Just then, Killer stopped you.

“Huh?” You see him carefully push up his mask to where only his lips are visible. Before you could say a word, Killer placed his lips against your own. They were softer than anything you’ve ever felt.

And finally, after months of suffering, you can finally breathe in Killer's arms, and he can breathe in yours.

~~~

Sitting in his workshop, a burning pain in Kid’s lungs caused him to pause his project and grip his chest. He’s never felt such a strong cough coming on before in his life. When it finally felt okay to breathe again, Kid’s gaze caught something lying next to his arm. Carefully grabbing it with his metal hand, he brings it closer to his face.

In his hand, the petal of a flower stared right back at him.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Happy, happy birthday Pandora! <3 I wish you all the health and happiness!

"I’m not saying I like you, but if a sea beast ate you, I might cry a little." (that prompt is just so cute ahhh) with Eustass Kid please - fem!reader, sfw

Isn't it a cute prompt anon? I had fun with it! Especially with this firecracker of a Captain! Thank you soooo much for the birthday wishes and I hope you enjoy this! ❤️

Source for pic

Drowning in Flames

Word Count: 1652

Tags: fem!reader; cursing; feelings; love confessions;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You saved Kid from drowning and your thanks involves scrubbing the deck.

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555 @hopelesslover06 @mars-mizuko @sleepykittycx @nerium-lil @eustasscapitankid

|Masterlist|

“Reckless idiot! Stupid moron! Thoughtless imbecile.”

“Oi! I’m still yer Captain! Watch yer filthy mouth before I wash it with soap!”

Water puddles gather around your feet and each step you take makes a sploshing sound. Your eyeliner is running and you blame your freaking idiot captain for it. Okay, not all of it. You could’ve been less stingy and bought the waterproof eyeliner like - clearly - Eustass fucking Kid did. But the rest was his fault.

“I don’t give a shit!” You’re standing up on the deck and he’s sitting down, but you still need to look up to meet his eyes. “You almost drowned you reckless-...” Kid arches his eyebrow and growls. “Captain!” A hiss leaves your lips just as the salt from the water makes contact with a cut from the sword fight you were engaged in before having to save your captain’s ass!

“So did ya!” He shouts, throwing his arms in the air and splashing more water over the deck. 

You could make out the faint sounds of Killer ordering the crew around so you could manoeuvre away from the wreckage of the pirate ship you all had just annihilated.  

“I only almost drowned because you fell in the water like an idiot! A heavy, fat-assed, idiot whom I don’t have the strength to save from fucking drowning!”

“Oi, lass! I will tell ya this one more time,” Kid rises, looking more menacing by the inch, and leans down until his face is right in front of yours. “Ya call me an idiot again and I’ll have to punish ya.”

A mischievous smile curves your lips upwards and you cross your arms over your chest in a clear teasing manner, trying to push your captain further and see where it gets you. “Oh, really, Captain? And what’s the punishment?”

Eustass Kid’s unhinged grin should’ve given you a hint of what’s coming. 

It did not.

-*-

“Fucking Captain. I save his ass  from drowning and I have to scrub the freaking deck. Figures.” You keep muttering between clenched teeth. As soon as the Doc patched you up, Heat handed you a rag, a bucket and a mop, telling you Kid ordered you to leave the deck glistening.

He didn’t even have the decency to tell you himself!

You almost drowned trying to save his heavy ass from the freezing, relentless sea, and this is the thanks you get? 

“Fucking glistening? It’s gonna be fucking perfect! You’re gonna be able to eat off this shit.”

And you mean it too. Even when you crack a third nail by scrubbing too hard.

-*-

Dinner time comes and goes and you are still scrubbing. There are no more nails left to crack or break. Your hands are red and raw and your knees are bruised and have definitely seen better days.

There's a moment when you think you might have reopened that slash in your leg, but it stops bleeding after a while so you shrug it off. You’re not going to be the first one to cave.

When the stars are high up in the sky and the moon is casting its glow on the deck, you fall on your butt, kick the bucket to the side and sigh in satisfaction as your back hits the balustrade. 

“Fucking glistening. Look at that reflection! I can count the stars without looking at the sky.” 

A pained grunt leaves your lips as you start to feel sore and tired, cramped and cranky. A heated battle followed by almost drowning and a thorough scrubbing of the deck does that to you. 

“It just took ya all day, lass.”

Fuck.

“Captain. I hope you’re happy.” You close your eyes and rest your head against the railing, exhaustion seeping in through every bone of your body. You don’t have to open your eyes to feel him settling down near you.

“I’m fucking pissed.”

A moment of silence surrounds you before a chuckle emerges from your lips. It starts as a soft snicker followed by a snort, but soon evolves into something you can’t control and you laugh out loud.

“Glad to be of service.” Kid grunts, clearly not amused. “How’re ya feeling?”

“Like I died. Except not really, because everything hurts.” A groan leaves your lips as Kid places his flesh arm on top of your shoulders and pulls you against his body. 

“Ya did good, lass.”

A stubborn tear prickles behind your eyelids and you bury your head against Kid’s body. The scent of metal, oil and sea makes you want to cry, but you’ll be damned if you do that. 

“You almost drowned!” Your whine is pathetic and desperate. You don’t really care.

“But I didn’t.” He chuckles softly, or as softly as he can.

“Now you’re amused? Seriously?” You remove your head from the crook of his neck, your hand grabbing his shirt as your eyes pin him, anger written all over them. “You almost died! Do I have to spell it out for you?”

You’ve never been so afraid in your life before. Somehow, in the midst of the fight, Kid tripped and fell overboard. He was being so reckless with his attacks that it was bound to happen. Everyone was so busy with their own fights that no one noticed. So, you didn’t even think twice before jumping after him.

Obviously dragging his heavy, unconscious ass out of the water was the most tiresome and dreadful experience of your life.

Not to mention the panic and despair clawing at your chest. The possibility of losing the man you love to the clutches of the unforgiving sea. You only saved him by pure luck and adrenaline, there was no other explanation. 

“Aww, look at ya so worried about me, lass.” His hand grabs your chin as his playful eyes mock your tearful ones.

“Fuck off.” You brush his metal hand away and cross your arms over your chest, staring into the sky to blink away tears. 

“Ya like me. Admit it.”

There's this weird dance between you and Kid: he flirts and you avoid it, turning the conversation to safer topics or actually fleeing the scene; Then when you flirt he avoids you, by being gruff and bossing you around.

You know there are polls running around the crew, betting on when one of you will finally cave and fess up. Some are only about how long until you fuck each other. Others are about who will kill whom first. 

You love him, that’s the truth. 

But you’ll be damned if you’ll admit it.

Crinkling your nose and placing a hand on your chin, you say whimsically: "Well, I’m not saying I like you, but if a sea beast ate you, I might cry a little…” You shrug, avoiding the real topic of the conversation. “That’s the only reason I saved you.”

Kid pins you under his fierce gaze and you shift uncomfortably. It’s like he’s reading into your soul. 

“What?” You add, not sure how to respond to his stare. 

“Yer lying.” He leans forward and the sound that leaves your lips is half-squeak, half-weird-horn-like-sound. 

“The fuck would I lie about?” You squirm again under his gaze and try to move, but his metal arm grabs your chin, keeping you in place, challenging you. 

“Yer lying.” He repeats.

“Fine!” You relent, an urgency in your voice. “I would cry a lot! Happy?”

He leans in again and the distance between you is so small that you can smell rum and chocolate on his breath. 

“Better. Yer still lying. That’s not the only reason ya jumped into the water for me, is it lass?” Each word is a caress against your lips, a promise of something more, a plea to confess. 

Yet you don’t. 

“You're my captain.”

“Not enough.”

“The crew needs you.”

“That’s not it.”

“Killer would be devastated.”

“Try a little harder, lass.”

“Heat-...” He interrupts you with a pinch to your chin and a growl.

“Yer pissing me off again, the truth, lass!”

“Fine!” You yell in his face, your cheeks turning red as your chest heaves with shallow, nervous breaths. “I need you! I would be devastated! I would miss you! I love you!” Inhaling a gasp at the sudden confession, you purse your lips, trying to trap the words inside, but they have already escaped. 

Kid’s shit-eating grin travels through you like a wildfire that burns and destroys everything in its wake. It's powerful, it's raging, it's burning. It speaks to your soul and leaves you in a shaking, trembling mess. 

“Finally, the truth.” His metal hand releases your chin and, for a moment, you think he’s getting up to leave. Your heart skips a beat, thinking about the vulnerability of your words and how he’s going to dismiss them so quickly until…

The cold of his metal hand against your nape does nothing to cool off the heat of his scorching kiss. His lips crash into yours, demanding, hungry and commanding. A little nudge from his flesh arm has you climbing his lap in a desperate embrace as both of you deepen the connection. 

After a moment he pulls back and you're left panting and dazed, your eyes lost in his, your heart pounding so hard against your chest that you fear it might explode. 

“I love ya too, lass. Don’t ever jump in the sea again without my permission.”

The wildfire that is Kid may burn everything in its path, but the embers left behind don’t fade out. They keep sparking to life, burning bigger, hotter and more dangerously than the previous fires. 

“Not even to save your ass from a sea beast?”

He chuckles before he gets up, settling you over his shoulder, ready to take this somewhere else. 

“Especially not to save my ass from a sea beast. I will never die, lass. Burn that into yer pretty little head, will ya?”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 4

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!Reader

This includes Kid’s POV of the end of Chapter 3 while the reader is in the shower. 😳

Also to clarify, Badger is a made up character, I didn’t feel like incorporating a cannon character into the reader’s backstory. I spent literally 2 seconds on the name and even less time on a vague description of him which I’ll post later.

TW: swearing, voyeurism, masturbating (both male and female)

~~~~~~~

After you left him on the deck, Kid ate slowly, thinking out the details of his next steps. He had no idea where this bastard, Badger, was or even what he’d look like.

Plus the West Blue was crawling with dangerous crews and the notorious 5 Families of the West, headed up by Capone Bege. Not someone Kid was on good terms with and, depending on how deep into the West they’d go, someone they’d likely run into.

While Kid would prefer to just make this a quick mission, so they could double back and enter the Grand Line, he was excited to think of all the practice the crew would get fighting all these other crews. It’d be good training before they entered the New World.

After finishing, he pulled out the maps and started charting again. Wire eventually returned to join him and the two worked quietly. Kid was making a list of things they could get while in the West Blue when Wire spoke up.

“So what’s this Captain’s name?”

“Why’re you asking?” Kid growled. “Just chart the stupid map.”

“I’m nearly done, I just need to know where to find him, then I can finalize the map. Right now I’ve just got it charted how to get there while avoiding marines bases and included supply stops. But I need a specific area to finish.”

“His name is Badger.” Kid said after a beat.

“Is that his first name or last name?” Wire asked.

“The fuck if I know. His name is Badger, he’s in the West Blue, and I’m gonna kill him. Make the map.” Kid blustered for a moment, he felt a little silly, all this effort and he didn’t even know who the guy was. Fuck he didn’t even know if you’d been honest…. Nah you were nearly crying, you wouldn’t lie like that. Wire sighed heavily and Kid nearly smashed the table.

“Ok, I can’t finish it tonight, but I’ll go through some logs and see if I can get more info on him.” Wire relented, knowing the captain was at his limit. “We should be able to make it to the next island tomorrow, I’ll do some more digging then too.” Kid grunted an acknowledgement, head down as he finished his list, pen nearly tearing the paper.

Wire stood and started putting the supplies away, he glanced at his captain.

“Boss… you know-“ He paused and considered himself, Kid glanced at him with a scowl. Better play it safe. “Just let me know if you need anything, you know I’d help.” Kid bristled at that, but just grunted again to dismiss the tall man.

He doodled a few sketches of his projects on the list, trying to clear his head. Eventually he puts everything up and leans against the railing, watching the waves and night sky.

After an hour or so, Heat joins him to take his watch shift, but brought a few beers for his captain. Kid downs his first two quickly, then nurses the next one.

“It’s none of my business,” Heat starts off.

“Then don’t fucking bring it up.” Kid snaps.

“But I think we should get rid of the sniper rookie.” Heat continues, eyes on the coast.

“What? Why the fuck do you think that?” Kid stood to shout at him. “Thought you two were buddy-buddy?!” He could keep the jealously out of voice.

“She’s alright. But she’s soft.” Heat isn’t phased by the shouting. “She won’t make it in the Grand Line. We can’t have that type of weakness.”

“Quincy’s soft. Wire’s soft. You questioning my authority huh?” Kid gulped the rest of his drink and tossed the bottle behind him. “You think I keep a weak crew?! That what you’re trying to say?!”

“The only thing she’s got going for her is she’s cute.” Heat added nonchalantly, Kid was fuming.

“Fuck off like she’d want your ugly, stitched up headed ass!” Kid grabbed his vest, forcing the other man to look at him. “She’s staying, she’s a good sniper and a good crew mate. Fucking question me again and I’ll fucking throw you overboard!” Heat grinned and Kid felt like he’d been caught.

“I get why everyone’s been fucking with you lately,” Heat chuckled. “It’s fun. You’re so biased for her, I’m a little jealous really, wish you’d defend me this hard.”

Kid wanted to shout again but he felt like he’d reveal too much. Well, more than what he’d already done. His face was hot and he felt deflated, but he released Heat with a shove.

“Maybe if ya did your job and not play mind games I would.” He finally says, Heat resumes his watch. An awkward silence falls over them.

“It’s not that bad, Boss. Trust me it could be worse. Imagine you liked Pomp? He’s fucking insane. I heard he sold his ex husband’s kidney for cheating on him in a dream.” Heat tried to console his friend, not his forte, but he felt a little bad at his trick. Kid let out a short laugh.

“Fuckin’ hell that can’t be true…. Can it?” He started on his next beer, sitting back down. They laugh together again.

“I don’t actually think we should get rid of her. Just sayin.”

“I know.”

“Yeah she’s soft, but she saved my ass that last fight, shooting that guy trying to creep up on me while I was taking care of Reck.”

Kid just hummed in response, still hesitant to say anything about her. Heat noticed.

“I promise it’s not that bad.”

Silence.

“I don’t think she’s scared of you, not really at least.”

“I heard what she said to you.”

“I think she’s scared of her ex captain. Should make her sit down with Wire, he’d sort her head out.” Heat lit a cigarette, offering a pull to Kid who shook his head.

“Not a bad idea. Just don’t want anyone knowing how-“ He paused. “She can go to Wire but I’m not gonna make her.” He said finally, Heat nodded in understanding.

“You can’t say it, I gotcha.”

“I can’t say it first.” Kid sighed, finishing his last bottle.

“Makes sense. Don’t worry,” Heat claps his hand on the captain’s shoulder. “It’ll happen.”

“Since when have you gotten this mushy?” Kid sneered. “I hate it. Go back to minding your own business.” Heat laughed as his captain got up. It was past midnight and he was tired.

He made his way down the halls, he needed to return his dishes or else Killer would bitch at him all day tomorrow. He placed them in the sink, then a thought struck him. Quickly glancing in the fridge, your plate was still there, all wrapped up nicely.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, he slammed the fridge shut. Fuck, you probably hadn’t finished your shit yet. He stalked down the halls towards your make shift shop room, irritated that you’d not finished yet and had still not eaten.

A small part of him was excited to have an excuse to talk to you, even if it was just to bitch at you. Maybe he’d walk you to the galley personally, to make sure you followed orders. Maybe he’d sit with you as you ate too, couldn’t let you try to skip out. After that he’d grumble at you for making him stay up late to babysit you, even though he chose to do it.

Then he may as well make you go to bed. His bed. With him. Obviously to make sure you didn’t try to sneak back to your project. He’d keep you pressed in his arms all night to ensure you didn’t try anything.

Fuck he needed to stop, he was hard in the middle of the hallway. He adjusted his belt before entering the shop room, hoping it’d hide his arousal. Somehow the shop was empty, all the weapons cleaned and stacked up correctly. He looked around for any mistakes or mess you’d left behind, anything that’d allow him a chance to speak with you.

But the room was spotless, everything put away correctly. Then where the fuck were you? He wondered if you went to bed right away, tempted to check your bunk. He headed toward it, pausing when he passed by the bathrooms, steam pouring out the door.

The doors to the bathrooms all had hatches at the top that opened to allow steam to vent. He was a little impressed that the hot water still worked after everyone’s showers.

With you in the stalls he didn’t have any excuse to bother you, you’d finished your work and unless he wanted to wait until you were out to force you to the galley, he was out of luck for tonight. Kid turned to go when he heard you moan.

Oh fuck.

He glanced around the halls, no one could hear you or see him palm his cock over his pants. You weren’t generous with your noises, obviously trying to stifle them, but some slipped out.

Your groans and whines sounded frustrated, like you couldn’t work how you wanted. He reached his hand inside his pants to grip himself, jaw clenched almost painfully to avoid alerting you. His mind filled in the gaps of what he couldn’t see. He pictured walking in and offering to help you reach your climax, since you still seemed to struggle.

He thought about how’d you’d look right then if he did, wet and naked, probably surprised and shy. Maybe you’d try to cover yourself, until you’d realize what he was offering. Or maybe you already knew he was there, confident he’d join you. Maybe you’d tell him exactly what you wanted from him.

He’d let you boss him around, at least at the start, but after you cum once or twice, then he’d be in control again. He thumbed his slit right as you let out a different moan.

Oh. That one was much more satisfied, he didn’t know what changed to make everything work for you, but he was pleased. He stroked himself faster now, checking the halls quickly, then held his ear to the open hatch. Your whines and moans were breathier, much more high pitched. He squeezed his cock, picturing it was you. When he closed his eyes and really focused on listening, he swore he could hear how wet your pussy sounds.

Your moans are getting faster and he tries to keep up, hand pumping hard to get himself off. Finally you let off a loud moan, cutting yourself off halfway through in a pathetic attempt to be quiet. He’s not quite there yet, so he moves his hand fast, but freezes when you turn of the shower.

Shit you were done. He was fucked.

Without adjusting his pants he quickly walks down the hall, his workshop is closer than his room. It’ll have to do for now, it’s not the first time he’s jacked off in there. He gets the door closed and locked before resuming.

Part of him is irritated, his high was so close just to be edged back. But more of him felt a little proud, you’d gotten off before him, as you should. Yeah it wasn’t like he’d gotten you to cum, but it still stroked his ego. He thought about that as he sat down, hand around himself again, stroking quickly.

He wondered how many times he should make you cum before he did. Hell how many times should you cum before he even fucked you with his cock. At least two times on his fingers and maybe three times of his tongue, that seemed fair.

He rubbed his tip harshly as he thought about your sounds, they were so sweet and full of emotion. Kid could basically read your mind from how expressive you were, so open and honest with your lewd moans. He could tell when you were close, when you were struggling, and even when something clicked. He wondered what it was that made you moan like that, thinking of ways to extract that info.

His climax caught him off guard as he thought about you. He came across his hand and chest with a groan, some of his spend getting on his pants. As he came down, panting as he leaned back in his chair, he could hear you walking down the hall.

Leaping up, he tucked himself back into his pants, grabbed an old rag to wipe the cooling cum from his hands and chest. He knocked over the chair and toppled a few tools in his haste. Your steps were quiet but he was hyper aware of you as you passed the door.

After a few minutes of quiet he finally exited, going straight to his room and laying face down on the bed. He wanted to shout but settled for smothering himself until he finally dozed off.

[swampstew]

Raven! My love! My delightful partner in crimes committed for the Kid Pirates <3 I am here for this! \o/

Eustass Kid and NSFW #2

Also all my hugs and snuggles, my sweet. ♥ I hope things work out, and make sure to let me know if I can do anything to help -^_^-

My dearest Quin - happy anniversary around the sun! I'm so glad we met each other online over smut and became friends♥ You requested types of kisses, I hope you enjoy your story! ;)

Oh Captain, My Captain Kid

Warnings: Spicy content! Eustass Kid X AFAB Reader; oral - reader receiving, fingering, and messy messy smooches. Word count: 633

“Eu-Eu-EUSTASS!” you cried out, hair messily splayed out over the satin pillow sheets as you sunk your head deeper into the soft cushion. Fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly as you grinded against his touch, urging him to do more.

“Damn Mouse, chill out. I haven’t even pulled off your panties yet,” came the low, husky voice of your lover. A toothy grin split his face as he teased you with a long lick over the soaked material, causing your hips to buck again. With a laugh, he grabbed your hips with both hands and firmly held you to the bed. “Just ‘cause it’s yer birthday doesn’t mean you can rush me.”

His fingers glided down while he kissed your thighs leaving red kiss marks over your soft skin, hooking the fabric of your lace panties with his painted forefingers before yanking them off. Your gasp was cut off with a squeak as he licked you from slit to clit.

“Mmmm, love it when you make those little noises. Makes me want to devour you,” he whispered into your pussy as you clenched over nothing. “Tch, so greedy. Alright then, since it’s your big day and all—"

Without wasting another second, he plunged his thick, heavy tongue into your aching core. Your hips snapped sharply into his face as you let out sweet, mewling sounds while he lapped up your essence. Vigorously shaking his head from side to side as he ate you out, drawing out needy gasps and moans from you.

Using his sharp nose to press against your clit, he hummed out, “Gods I love the way you taste.”

Puckering his lips over your swollen nub, he sucked it harshly only to give it soft licks to make your shrieks of pleasure turn into babbling nonsense as he licked, sucked, and rubbed your clit. Pushing thick fingers into your neglected core, curling them inside you to massage circles on your slick walls.

“X marks the spot,” you could hear the chuckle rumble in his throat as he applied the perfect amount of pressure with his touch. He rubbed your g-spot with expert fingers, cementing you in place on his bed as he pushed his face deeper into your pussy. His heavy tongue flicking your clit made you spasm as your orgasm struck through your body like lightning. The waves of trembling heat washed over you as he kept up his ministrations to help you ride the ebb and flow of pleasure as your silk splattered on his face.

“Yo-you’re mouth is messy,” you managed to breath out, eyes glassy and half closed from the strong orgasm, staring at his smeared and wet face.

“Hmm, ya think so?” the glint in his eye spelled out trouble. The best kind.

With a devious smirk on his face, he crawled over your body until his face was in front of yours. He pressed his hard, muscled body gently against yours, holding most of his weight with his hands but letting it press into you where it mattered. His hardened length settled right over your still-throbbing center.

“Guess I better clean it up.”

Before you could ask what he meant, his messy, painted lips brushed against your face from cheek to cheek before he dipped down and started kissing you feverishly. You closed your eyes and melted into it, letting his tongue dominate yours while spreading the taste of you in your mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you angled your head to deepen the kiss, letting out soft moans as he held you closer, not allowing either of you to break apart until you were both desperate for air. Finally pulling back, he gave you a wicked smile that immediately had you suspicious.

“Wh-what?!”

“Who’s got a messy mouth now, Mouse?”

[eustasscapitankid]

Eustass Kid x Heat Challenge: Kikitober 2024 "Cold" Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: None Tags: Argument, Fight, Making Up, Making Out Summary: Things get heated as the Victoria Punk approaches a winter island. Word Count: 358

"Feed my will to feel this moment, Urging me to cross the line."

The Victoria Punk approaches a frozen island. Harsh winds and a deep chill seep into the skin like needles, leaving a layer of ice on the deck. The tension between Kid and Heat is boiling, and nobody is sure where the argument started The noise is keeping everyone awake, even worse than Kid's blaring music throughout the night as he worked on whatever new project ate at his brain. The issue here, is that if Heat knew he was right, his refusal to back down rivaled Eustass enraging stubbornness. The more they argue, the louder it gets. Nobody even tries to get them to back down anymore. They don’t even keep watch. Arguing though the two may be, luck to the Marines or Pirates who dare to cross the Victoria Punk while they fight—for their anger will only be taken out on the unlucky souls. That was actually the preferable outcome...at least for the crew. The usually shut up after that.

The arguing crescendos, creating a haunting theme as it mixes with the howling wind and the rough waves tossing the boat. The icy chill bites into Kid’s pale skin started to eat away at him. Shivering as he attempted to argue through it. His words becoming nonsensical babbling that only proved to enrage Heat further—no longer feeling like he was having a proper debate, but talking to a babbling wall.

That’s it!

Suddenly and without warning, heat grabbed a handful of red hair. Pulling him in, Heat pressed his lips against his Captain’s with an impact that would surely cause a bruise—using his tongue to force his mouth open. A gentle heat flickered on Kid’s tongue, creeping down his throat and into his belly. The shivering stopped.

Heat pulled away, satisfied. At least now they could continue...but as his eyes made contact with his stunned Captain’s still-too-close face another another kind of fire ignited within them. Lips collided once more in a fiery display. The warmth spreading between their bodies all but making them forget the argument they were so passionate about just moments before.

At least the Crew could get some rest now.

[writing-yarn-goblin]

It’s November but I’ll do whatever the [redacted] I want!

Eustass KidxReader

Relationship: not established

Fairytale AU

Word count: 4K and up.

Warning: violence, gore, mentions of religion, trauma and blood (plus Kid’s killer grin.).

Enjoy! ❤️

“Gotta run, gotta run, gotta RUN!”

Was the only thing you could whisper to yourself as you were running through the forest. Your village had sent you out to die when they noticed that your remedies for illness were a little too effective and blamed you for witchcraft.

This had been going to days. You barely ate or drank anything in order to survive the ordeal.

You had no choice but to run. The forest was dark but the lit torches were closer and closer with every sprint you took.

The red cloak you were wearing was rushing behind you like a phoenix in flight as you kept running.

You knew that the forest was dangerous, it harbored fearsome creatures of the night that could rip you to pieces.

But you didn’t care.

You’d rather die trying than die unjustly in the hands of an angry man who condemned you with promises of the water trial and, if found more guilty, purification by fire.

This was not the way you intended to go out. Just because you refused to marry a man twice your age, unhappy and enslave those whose sole purpose is making babies to ensure his bloodline will continue.

That is a hell on earth only reserved for those with the ability to create children.

Your legs were wobbly, your chest was tight and the bite of the cold was nipping at your tear stained cheeks.

You kept running as fast as your bare feet would take you. You could with scratches and infections later- right now, you were running.

You spotted a tree with a hollow cavity underneath, dark enough to hide and big enough to be put for a few hours. You had grabbed branches and swept the floor, hiding your footprints and carefully went inside the cave.

“Be still, my beating heart.” You whispered to yourself, trying to comfort yourself as the villagers came to a stop to where you were.

When the chatter of the villagers was gone and the soft glow of torches was far, you peaked out of your hole.

Presumably safe from the terrors that your kind was promising you.

You dusted yourself from the ground and sticks on your clothes and continued running away. You didn’t want to give them the benefit of catching up.

The middle of the night had finally descended upon the forest and patches of moonlight were your only guide. The clearing in the middle of the woods seemed to be lonesome as you finally took a drink of water.

You ripped a bit of the dress you were wearing in order to make a makeshift rag to clean your face, arms and legs to check for scrapes.

Thankfully, nothing too severe.

The crickets stopped singing, however. You felt your skin rise and prickle up, goosebumps they called it. The feeling of being watched was looming in your brain and like a skittish animal: you were ready to flee.

“Won’t do ya any good, witch.”

You heard the dark say, amber eyes only glowing between the thickness of the trees.

“If you sprint: the villagers will catch ya, and they’ll kill ya thrice if you try.”

You gulped.

“Can you help me?”

“Can I? Maybe.”

You could hear the sadistic laugh that came from the foliage.

“You’d better be off dead than being helped by me. I’ll work ya to the bone, break you till you beg me to stop and I’ll make sure that everyone can see who you belong to now.”

This posed a problem. You didn’t escape a mob that wanted to marry you into servitude just to be enslaved by someone else.

“You’re better off kik-killing me.” You stuttered, eyes watering and getting ready to flee once again. “ I didn’t run from that man just to be treated with less freedom than he offered.”

The voice cooed.

“Well, how about a wager? You run as fast as your little legs can. And if I find you by the end of the witching hour- You’re mine to do as I please. If I don’t, then you’re free.”

You didn’t answer, your legs just sprung to to life as you ran away as fast as you could. The red cloak still fluttering behind you as you ran. Mouth shut, eyes focused and thoughts long gone.

You were tired, running out of pure fear once more and now- you were hunted down by something far worse. You skipped, hopped, climbed and dodged the forest and its creatures, you weren’t a stranger of it’s dangers.

The chase was almost reaching its end as the witching hour was drawing to a close.

You felt relief washing over you.

Mere minutes from closing the wager, you heard a howl in the distance and the squeak that left your lips was more pitched than you thought. You tried to run but your legs have out, the exhaustion was making its way to you and now- tired.

The howls kept crawling closer as you tried to hide. Crawling down a hole underneath a tree, tucking your knees under your chin- you were finally succumbing to your desires to rest.

“Aww, the pretty thing is tired.” You heard from outside. You couldn’t care anymore. If this was going to be your life then so be it.

You could always escape again.

Or at least die trying.

“It’ll all be over soon, sweetheart.”

You hoped. You felt the exhaustion win, eyes fully closed and deep in slumber.

You dreamt of a void. It was quiet and warm, then forest was tuned out. The sounds of crickets lulled you to sleep and the soft rise and fall of your breath was the only noise remotely human.

~*~

It was calm.

The smell of burning wood seemed to gear your senses into overdrive as you woke up violently. The beating of your heart was so fast you thought you’d have a heart attack.

“You’re a heavy sleeper, witch.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. It took you a few moments to notice that you were on a hay and goose feathers bed, covered with a heavy red blanket and the scent of smoke & pine were blowing your senses away. From scared to relax, but still deeply disturbed.

You turned your head towards that voice’s proprietor and couldn’t help but blush.

Toothy grin, sharp amber eyes and, most importantly, half naked torso. Sitting in front of you as he saw you cover yourself more for some reason.

His dwelling was just a hut and it was very decorated with what you thought were trophies of previous struggles.

“W-Where’s the wolf?”

“I am the wolf, witch.”

“But you look nothing like a wolf!”

You regret those words escaping your mouth.

“Really? I have eyes to see you better, sharp nose to smell you better and a big Ol’ mouth to taste ya better- and you say I don’t look like a wolf?”

You felt the blush creep up to your face.

“Werewolves are supposed to be horrid creatures. Not pretty men with red hair.”

You swore you could see the man before you blush momentarily.

“Witches are supposed to be ugly old women. Not a pretty thing in a red cape.”

This baffled you.

“I’m no witch. I’m just (Y/N).”

You felt a little weird saying it.

The tension rose when your captor rose from his seat, eyes almost pinning you to bed.

“Get to sleep. I need you up an’ runnin’ later.” And with that he left the hut. It was probably mid afternoon by the way the dark hut was illuminated and then back to dark.

“I’m not a witch…” you mumbled once more as you felt the tug of sleep pull at your body. This nameless man promised that you’ll be worked to the bone later.

Although this is still captivity, for some reason, this felt like okay.

~*~

As days went by, you fell into habit little by little.

He didn’t say his name, but you’ve heard others say it.

You would only call him ‘Sir’.

The others in this makeshift village seemed to be wary of you at first, but they quickly warmed up to you and you to them. They were just a band of misfits and you seemed to be able to blend into their own culture without a problem.

Everything was going well until full moon, which was tomorrow.

You were sitting on the floor of your captor’s hut as you were weaving a few of the tattered clothes he gave you to fix.

You were pretty decent at it, too.

“Witch.”

“Sir?”

You saw how the man came back into the hut with what looked like his second in command.

“I need you to stay inside and whatever you do- don’t go outside tonight if you can avoid it. Need to piss? Here’s a bucket.” You didn’t say anything as you accepted the surprisingly clean bucket. “If you get in trouble, throw them the bucket.”

“C’mon, Kid. Leave the girl a knife or something.” You heard the blonde, Killer, say to the red headed brute. The red head just growled and stabbed a small knife on the little table he had by the hay bed.

“Fine. But if she escapes, it’s on your head.”

“I won’t escape.” You mumbled, you could see from the corner of your eye how the scruffy blonde was more amused than annoyed.

“Whatever, let’s go. Remember: piss bucket, throw the bucket if you get attacked. And DO NOT GO OUTSIDE. Got it, Witch?”

You didn’t answer as fast as you’d like as you felt rough fingers grasp your cheeks as you jaw rested in the palm.

“I said something. TALK.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, WHAT?” you felt him squeeze you harder.

“Yes, Sir.” You mumbled, the grip on your face loosened and felt his face come up extremely close to yours.

Only to hear him whisper- “Good girl.”

And with that he left the hut.

Killer saw how your eyes started to water and coughed awkwardly.

“You know how to use a knife?” Killer asked.

You nodded.

“Good. If you get attacked, dip the knife in the bucket if you used it and stab them with it. If it’s shit, it’ll infect the wound faster.“ you nodded as he explained. “Don’t die on us, girly. Good luck.”

With that you were left to your devices for the night.

The whole night you were on your guard. You heard noises in the dark and growls that raised the skin into bumpy roads for your anxiety to manifest. The urge to scream was muted when you kept repeating to your heart to be still.

As dawn came, you just warily stared at the entrance.

Nervous for your captor and his people.

Nervous that someone else might come back.

Nervous for a villager to steal you to your doom.

You felt your eyes drop for a moment, the exhaustion was high on your mind and you decided that you could still be aware and just rest your eyes for a minute.

“If you sleep, the big bad wolf will eat you whole.” You heard a whisper, tickling your brain slightly, taking a few seconds to jump start and the feeling of your heart jumping out of your body through your mouth was the only thing you react to.

You gave the man responsible a glare. But sadly, he just found it funny and laughed in your face.

“Were you up all night waiting for me or were you scared shitless?”

“The latter…” you whispered, stretching your neck a little. “I just closed my eyes for ten minutes.” You mumbled, earning a hum from him and you sighed.

“Enough to never wake up, witch.”

You glared at him, only making him smirk and fall down the haybed.

“Let’s go to sleep, it’s been a long night.”

And to sleep you went, fleeting nightmares still plaguing your head as you just tried to succumb to the void.

However, the red beast noticed that you calm down every time he places his hand against your head. It worked like a charm with the nightmares that got you fidgety

~*~

As the months kept passing, the more used to you were to the camp, and the more welcomed you felt. The women took a liking to you and seemed to be interested in what you could do. After all- this was a place where everyone was useful somehow. Let it be with fighting or something more domestic.

You were currently helping a few of the girls manage their moon-cycles. Thankfully, you had permission to leave the area with someone chaperoning you so you were able to get the herbs you needed to help with the pain.

Your own cycles were manageable most of the time so you had no problem sucking up the pain it brought just so you could help someone worse-off.

This made your current master interested on what else you could do.

“So tell me, witch-“

“Not a witch.” You mumbled, earning a hard tap to your head. You were sitting inside the hut by the bed as you tied your newly acquired boots. A kindness by the guise of ‘it’s Fuckin’ cold’.

“What else you can do?”

This took you a little by surprise.

“I can help cure most common illnesses, I can provide care to those wounded, I can do most domestic activities without a flaw.” You said softly, straightening your skirt a little as you fiddled with your coat.

“Do you know how to make poison?”

This struck a cord, for some reason, your eyes went wide and you looked to the side a little, flustered.

“You do?”

You nodded.

“That’s good.”

A few moments of silence passed and you seemed to perk up a little and decided it wasn’t bad to share with him.

“I can also make explosives, make people sleepy and with the right herb, cause them to hallucinate.”

Interest was fully peaked, but that came a price.

“Would you use it against me?”

“No.”

“Prove it.”

You groaned, getting up from the bed with a defeated look on your eyes.

“If I did, I would’ve been dead months ago.” You whispered, earning a delighted hum from him. “May I please be excused?”

“Aye’.”

And you scurried off.

~*~

As days grew shorter, winter was at its peak and you were given almost complete freedom. You didn’t need a chaperone anymore, always had the knife your captor had given you and, currently, you were foraging winter greens and herbs.

All was going great until you heard the cock of a rifle.

“Well, what do you know- a pretty little thing.”

You could swear you could hear your heartbeat by how loud it was.

You recognized this man.

He was from the village.

“Come along now, poppet. These woods are dangerous. Far too brutal for a pretty thing like you.” You heard him sweet talk you. His voice dropped with want and you wanted nothing from him.

“Y’know- ya look familiar…OH- You’re the witch!” You could see the maniacal look he was giving you and the intentions he had with you grew darker.

“I’ll get a pretty penny if I bring you with me. More so alive.”

You were starting to live the nightmares again.

Those full of fire.

Full of dread.

The only thing you could do at this moment was get up and sprint.

And you did.

You ran as fast as you could. You thought you were gaining an advantage until you felt the bullets graze close to you. You ran in zigzags in order to evade the barrage, and made as less sound as possible.

If you took your cloak off you’d catch hypothermia and possibly die under these conditions.

You were doing so well, camp was so close- the moment you stepped inside the grounds, you felt how the white noise took helm of your senses as you felt something hot impact your left leg.

You were so close. Another shot ran and it was down on your right thigh.

“C’mere, wench. Let’s go back home.” You heard him say, roughly picking you up and throwing you to the sled he had trudged. Happy to have found something so valuable.

The bullets were driving you nuts but the need to survive was bigger. You had to find a way to tell the man that stole you away from the evils of that village to come and find you. As macabre as it was, it seemed like your blood made good ink against the snow. That could help you for a few hours.

~*~

The day was a brutal as it started. Once you were at the village, they had you displayed to the public in just bare tatters. Barely covering your body with nothing but cheap rags and badly fixed wounds.

You didn’t know what you preferred more.

The trial by water or purification by fire.

The scorching iron branding or the tongue piercing.

Now the only thing that you could do was not give them the satisfaction of your misery as you were being lashed down ruthlessly minutes after you were brought into the village.

“You haven’t died yet, obviously you have bewitched the forest and fucked the wolves in order to give yourself sanctuary. But your time is up, wench.” You heard as you were roughly manhandled into a dark room. “Stay put. Enjoy your little time before we take you back down to hell where you belong.” An older man said to you. Gloating on how the fire was going to burn hot when it scorched your skin.

You felt as the cold bit against your skin.

The time for your execution came faster than you thought that Your relationship with your current master was improving as you would. He still called you a witch, but you came to appreciate the way he said it. It was heartwarming for you when he would share his stories with you. How he’d still be an ass but had somewhat your best interest at heart. Taking the time to sit with you and learn new things.

But now it was useless to reminisce about the good times. The stage was propped up, the hay and wood was ready for your departure as you stood on top of the stage, tied again a pole with your arms backwards as the villagers just screamed and hollered for your death.

“Any last words?”

“Sir…” you mumbled, not using his name. Because even if things were going well, you still didn’t have permission to use his name. Or at least you thought you didn’t have the right to do so.

Just as they were going to ignite your death bed, they heard several howls surrounding the village.

The villagers were quiet as they saw what could be the most terrifying sight for them and the most beautiful sight for you.

There he was.

2.03 meters of bulging muscles, body built for fighting and a scowl that seemed to be permanently tattooed on his face. His torso was bare but his legs were covered by what you could consider maybe fur. His eyes and ears looked a little different, sharper and pointer. Hands were like claws and his canines were poking out of his mouth. To finish him- he was covered by a massive red fur cloak.

“Wolves!” A hag screeched, causing the village to panic and flail against its new predicament.

“We want the girl.” You heard the red menace say, making you struggle against pole you were tied to. You saw how the torch holder was slowly pushing the fire in his hands against the hay and you struggled harder.

“She’s better off dead.” You heard the village’s judge say- “She is an aberration! Heretic! A witch!” He spat, making the master of your existence laugh.

“Heretic? What happened to love thy neighbor?”

“She’s a witch! A bride of Satan!”

The fire was licking your feet now and the smoke was going up to your face.

“Let her perish!” The hag wailed.

With a swift command, Killer had you in his arms. Legs just slightly burned but you’ll live.

“Thank you…” you mumbled, earning a nod from the messy haired blonde. It didn’t take Killer much to noticed just how bad they left your body. Down to where the bullets were ripped off and treated as badly as possible.

The tattered clothes showed bits of the lashes you received when you stepped into the village, and the man at fault was none other than the man you denied your hand to.

“Kid, we need to get her back now. Those wounds are going to start festering.” Killer mumbled to his leader as he arrived next to him.

“Wounds?” You felt as he lifted your rags carefully and saw how your gashes were just getting worse with the cold. “Fuck.”

“Eustass?” You mumbled, quickly being shushed as they gave you a once over.

“Yeah?”

“Not one person is worth saving in this death trap.” You whispered, earning a grin from the giant before you. Teeth big and menacing with his hands clenching and unclenching.

“You said my name. Pretty ballsy, witch.”

You grinned at him, earning you a soft pet of your hair. You heard him whisper softly to you ‘We need to have a talk when I get back home’.

“Killer, take her back.” And he did. Killer had escorted you in his arms towards their camp grounds and the redhead couldn’t do anything else but smile at the villagers.

“You heard the lady. Not one of you are worth saving.”

The screams the werewolf heard were music to his ears. The sound of ripping, gashing, gnashing, thrashing and bashing. The way he slipped, sloped, crashed and burn skin and houses were a symphony of loud nightmares and cruel punishments resounded in the village tonight.

They took something of him, and gave it back broken.

He might as well return the favor.

~*~

Back in the camp, he did a Beeline towards your hut. He thought you were dependable enough to have your own private quarters so he built a small space next to him- for you. He used the best textiles to build and the best commodities to better suit your needs. Along with a chest to store herbs and valuables, with a crafting space for biological weaponry for whenever he asked.

Your red cloak was in bad shape, but he

Could ask one of the women in the camp to patch it up together for you.

He knew Killer plopped you in after getting you checked and looked over. The blonde mentioned that you had fallen asleep, too exhausted from your trials of the day and the harrowing event he so gladly ended.

No one would hurt you again.

No one would call you a witch when not warranted.

But he can’t shake off the feeling of he himself being bewitched by the pretty woman he rescued almost a year ago.

“(Y/N)?” He whispered, entering the hut and sighing when he saw that you weren’t asleep.

Just merely resting your eyes for a few minutes.

“Sir?” You mumbled, stirring from your warm confines and sitting up with much difficulty.

“To you, moving forward, it’s Kid. Eustass Kid. The red snow helped. It was pretty smart.”

“Okay…” you mumbled, now a little more aware that he sat down on your bed and you were partially naked, all bandaged up everywhere. “Is the village…?”

“No more village.”

“Good. They don’t need to put another person through that whole ordeal.” You mumbled. “What now? I’m not very useful in my current state.”

“You get better. We need to train you up and I think you’d be great with long distance firearms. Rifles should be a good start.” Eustass explained.

“You want me around?”

“Always- if you want.” He said without skipping a beat. He asked for your hand, which you gave to him no questions asked. He had wrapped something around your wrist and noticed that he too was wearing one.

It was a bracelet with a wolf’s paw engraved.

“The whole group here has one. Everyone’s different. Except this one-“ he stopped, showing you his, “this one has a twin.”

You decided to look at yours carefully and almost gasped at how similar the two are.

“Why?”

The pleased growl that ripped from his throat was something you found yourself wanting to hear again and again moving forward.

“Don’t you remember our little wager?”

You nodded, finally understanding him.

He fought for his prizes and now he was reclaiming what he won a year ago. With a grin, he got closer to you in bed. Pinning your body against the hay as he dipped you further in.

Making you melt. Your heart was leaping everywhere. You should be terrified.

As any sane person should be.

But your heart just somersaults and chirped happily when he was close to your jaw. His lips dragged up your cheek slowly until he got to your ear.

“You’re mine, little witch. And you’re going to be mine forever.”

The end

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

wait fr fr are there people who unironically ship kidkillerlaw? Like yes, I am deranged for ASL but I am equally as insane for Kiddkiller. Anyways, even if there aren't, I have a fic idea for this ship.

In this, Kidd's a king, Killer is his right hand man and Law is a foreigner just appeared one day and seduces the king. There's the conventional story of Kiddlaw falling in love with stolen glances, intimate moments and oddly violent shittalking/flirting.

However, dare I suggest a twist? Kidd is Killer's first love.

One day, on a blazing hot afternoon, Kidd returns to his private quarters pissed. He's ranting to Killer about how "God damn annoying some soldiers could be" and Killer's mindlessly nodding away while very shamelessly staring at his body.

There's just something about the way his muscles flex and move when he's angry. He looks so damn powerful and mouthwateringly strong. Kidd's gold eyes catch the sunlight and Killer thought the colour looked like fire, the passion of war.

Kidd then takes his pants off as casually as ever. They've seen each other naked plenty of times growing up—it's fine! Killer nearly chokes on his spit. Since when Kidd was so thic? Killer hopes Kidd would crush him with his thighs.

Kidd stares at Killer like, "Dude were you fucking listening to me? We gotta do something about our fucking military!"

Killer just nods. Uh-huh. Yup, yup we need new armour.

Kidd knows Killer wasn't listening but he assumes it was the weather and not... well, no one casually assumes that your right-hand-man-best-friend is lusting over you. He shrugs and tells Killer to help prepare a bath for him and Killer immediately runs out, panting, on the verge of going insane.

Damn, Killer thinks sadly, Law better treat his best friend well...

And yet! Killer's turmoil is not over.

When Kidd and Law get married, Killer's tasked to stay behind to protect Law on Kidd's behalf whenever Kidd has to leave for some foreign affair thing. Killer was jealous of Law but succeeds in looking professional. However, at some point, something cracks.

The evening was cool and pleasant when it happened. Law suddenly said that he wanted to take a walk and Killer figured why not. Usually quiet, Law speaks first this time—not about foreign affairs. He asks about Killer's day, what he ate, if he met anyone new today.

Killer was surprised. Law's manipulative and scheming to everyone who isn't Kidd. He asked why Law was so friendly all of a sudden. Law laughs in Killer's face. Killer notices how his mouth twitches upwards to form a smile. It was cruel but also kind of hot.

"You're lonely without Eustass too," Law says like he would lose nothing. He says that openly because he's lonely too. "Why don't we become friends? It won't be so awkward during dinner. Of course, I can't replace Eustass, but I think I'm tolerable company."

Killer shrugs. Why not?

They talk more and Killer understands more and more why Kidd genuinely fell in love with Law. He's reserved, analytical and sharp-tongued. Law is a brat but he only really pays attention to people he likes and it shows.

Oh. And when Killer drops him off at the podium because Law wants to read, Killer does what Kidd does and kisses Law's hand. When he glances up, Law just looks so amused at how awkward he is. Oh no.

Law's beautiful.

[demonbanger]

𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. | 18+

★ ft. sex demon! EUSTASS KID ★

[ click for pt. 1 - don’t fret precious I’m here ]

★ summary: the incubus you summoned this month doesn’t like it when you show interest in other men and makes sure you know it.

🎧 song: Murder Song- Scum of the Earth | Entombed - Deftones

★ pairing: incubus! Eustass x fem! Reader

★ cw: possessive jealous bully Eustass, service dom disguised as brat tamer, aftercare, somno mention

★ taglist: @quinloki @slut4animedilfs @mrpoople @archangel1206 @downforsanji @nikos-a-clown @goshitshardtohaveagoodname @pinkcrystal-rose @detoniara @domainofmarie (if the tag didn’t work sorry bb)

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Having a sex demon take your life energy was really not as bad as the Internet forums said.

Maybe it was because Eustass fucked you so well and made you cream around his cock so much every night, that you slept like a baby and you didn’t notice anything more than that.

You welcomed the change…you had bouts of insomnia anyways before meeting him. And as long as you ate plenty, drank enough water, and had caffeine near your bed, waking up the next day felt like the usual brain fog you always had. You’d have a sleepy smile on your face as you’d walk funny to go pee in the morning and look down to see your skin littered in his bite marks. And knowing you left him with the same markings.

One thing you started to notice was you never woke up a real mess despite how rough the nights were.

Sometimes you woke up with a load inside you since you’d pass out and Eustass would still have his way with your body (you consented to being his toy for him to freely use), but somehow you were still…taken care of in a subtle way.

Your room wouldn’t be in too much disarray even when you swore he tore your clothes off and threw them across the room in the crazy, lust-fueled night before.

Or you could’ve sworn you passed out butt naked on top of the sheets, but somehow you woke up underneath them.

After a week, you’d wake up from your slumber with a can of Monster energy (probably stolen from a gas station) on your desk.

It was almost as if Eustass wanted to help you, even when he had to go back to hell. The way he used you, called you a whore as he grunted in your ear and bounced you on his cock, manhandled you like you were nothing but a rag doll, not really cuddle with you after…all seemed like he would be heartless and uncaring. But past the rough exterior he seemed like he had a slight bit of decency,, and that made you really mean it when you’d call him Daddy, or obediently listen to his commands, or agree “yes Eustass! I’m your pet! Your Fucking doll! Fuck yes right there, nghhh—”

It kind of sucked when he stopped coming. You figured captains of hell’s legions were probably busy creatures, so you’d patiently wait, or just try and get yourself off whenever summoning him didn’t work.

But those days turned into weeks, you realized…it was torture. Trying to get yourself to cum was just never the same, and it was so maddening being back to the feeling that made you summon him in the first place: your fingers never spreading you out the same, lacking the rough skin texture of his fingers that rubbed against your clit so well, dildos not even comparing to his tentacle-like tongue that ate you out like no tomorrow, or thrusting into you so perfectly like his gorgeous cock that molded you to his size.

Eustass was right. He fucking ruined you. He ruined toys for you. His mocking laugh of how he even probably ruined other men’s dicks for you would echo in your ear as each day went on. It pissed you off because now, you weren’t a desperate horny bastard like before you met him—you were worse because that demon showed you heaven by giving your pussy hell.

And by raising your damn standards to the fucking moon.

And he didn’t even say goodbye or if he’d come back. He just left you wondering if he had his fill of you and got bored of his pet, if you sucked his giant cock well enough (well you genuinely couldn’t fit that much of it and you swore his amber eyes would roll back with you jerking off the rest of him), or what you could do to reach him better.

After three weeks. Three, fucking, weeks. You decided you were sick and tired of waiting or guessing. Clearly his absence was an answer that spoke for itself.

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One more failed orgasm, and you’re downloading a hookup app even though you swore off them because you had a few rotten relationships that came from dating apps. But this is different! Right? You’re just hooking up with a guy! Nothing special!

You create a profile and get dolled up in something other than the punk, red, black, lace, latex-type ensembles you’d wear for Kid. Because you’re not dressing for him anymore. You’re not a demon’s bitch.

Within an hour, you receive a notification. It’s a pretty, brunette boy who’s rather polite to you. Asks you questions to get to know you but not in a creepy way, finds out you’re here to fuck, but still says respectful.

You both exchange a few pictures, and he is very pretty. Just got out the shower, he shows you a picture of his pretty, tanned body all damp with curls dripping. You want to know what’s under that damn towel that’s hugging his hips so well.

You express that you’re bored tonight, don’t go out much, and he answers:

“Well, if you’d like, I’d love to satisfy you. Just let me know where you feel safest. I can even bring you food.”

The fact that he offers to take care of you or at least bring you food is something else…you reply:

“If you can FaceTime, for obvious reasons, it’s a done deal.”

And FaceTime he does. His voice is charming. And it sounds especially charming as he moans in your bed, thrusting sensually inside and out. Rocking your bed back and forth.

He’s a really good kisser, too. Holding your face in his warm hands, looking into your eyes with pretty hazel eyes that sparkle.

You think, if you have to settle for a human and put all this demon shit behind you, he would be a great option. At least as a fuckbuddy.

He’s great with aftercare. Great at learning which spots make you wetter, makes you blush from praise, is great at fucking you in doggy.

But he’s missing something. He’s not Eustass. You feel terrible for pushing an entire demonic entity as a standard for a guy who’s just a human, who’s a really good guy and probably an amazing boyfriend too. Fuck. Stop thinking about that demon, he probably won’t come back ever. He probably forgot who you are. You get annoyed with yourself for even letting him occupy parts of your mind and use that as even more of an excuse to enjoy your time with this man. This man, with the way he holds your hands above your head in missionary, the way he brings a hot wet towel to clean you, the way he tells you you did so well, cuddles you with the smell of his intoxicating cologne.

You try to fight off the sinking feeling that there’s still some part of you that’s frustrated. Maybe you can train this man to degrade you, be rougher with you. You know he wishes he could stay the night with his puppy dog eyes but it’s just a hookup, so he courteously goes back home when it gets too late. He tells you goodbye with a wink.

“Call me anytime,” Gabe says, and you smile as you close the door. This is going to be your life. Not too bad, because apparently there are good men out there. Why are you such a brat who can’t be satisfied?

You decide to go to bed early. Maybe it’s for your good that you don’t stay up as long as Eustass would keep you. And that you don’t wake up so sore, wincing when you walk.

————— meanwhile in hell…———————————

He couldn’t help but think about you, but you were getting distracting from his work and consuming his mind which was supposed to be focused on commanding hell’s army.

Your sweet, delicious smell. The way you’d tell him you’re his in that sweet little human voice, muffled by the covers. The way he’d have to peel your hands away from your face so he could taste your tears and eat up your pretty moans. How your hands felt so soft, so pretty as they’d scratch him bleeding.

Any time he’d train to be stronger, your voice begging him to go “Harder, Eu, faster, please” would send blood down there instantly.

He watched your marks on his pale skin fade with time, hoping the torturous memory of your pretty self keeping his cock warm would also fade. But it seemed like any time he’d close his damn eyes, your face was there to greet him. It made him feel…weird. And he didn’t like it. It felt like a lost feeling he may have had before, hundreds of years ago. But he didn’t want to think about it or unlock a whole new Pandora’s box of this thing called…feelings. Because they were starting to claw at him like your little nails, and the danger he sensed was a deeper, darker danger than any enemy he’d faced when commanding the legions of demons to fight the spiritual war.

Somehow you, a human so small compared to him, were more dangerous than any creature that existed in the entire goddamn universe, and you weren’t even trying to be.

He felt like one of your exes stalking you on social media, when he’d peek into your life every now and again to make sure you weren’t getting yourself hurt. To make sure his little pet wasn’t making some dumb decision.

Because you’re a stupid human, one who he couldn’t help but feel belonged to him.

You seemed to be getting along just fine, which annoyed him as much as he knew should’ve relieved him. You stopped calling for him. And he watched as one night when he casually stalked checked in on you, you started calling out another man’s name, a man who carried the name of an angel. That’s when he got pissed. Betrayed. But he did nothing, even when he wanted to rip that guy’s head right off his skinny little neck. It was for his own good that he kept out of the affairs of humans, even you.

His stomach sank, while also burning hotter than hell, when you came around that man’s cock. “Are you really gonna let that man take your human like that?” his vice-admiral Killer asked, and it made something in him tick. So when he heard your call a few earth days later, naturally he had to take back what was his. Because what demon would he be if he wasn’t selfish, self-serving, taking what’s his that shouldn’t be his, and indulging in a human lady?

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You had given up on touching yourself because what was the fucking point. Thus all this sexual energy got so pent up; despite your best efforts, your bad habit of thinking about a dumb demon got worse than ever. So here you are right now, sitting on your bed, wearing something sexy, hoping he could hear you and smell your wetness. Trying to call him one last time couldn’t hurt, right?

You wait, patiently, thinking of his presence, his voice, his scent. Nothing happens. No chill up your back, no glowing sigil. You try and fight the sinking feeling in your abdomen. You should’ve known better. Maybe you’ll just…snuff your candles and stop playing with hell.

Just as you think maybe he’ll never come back and you might as well give up, you hear a gruff throat clear and open your eyes.

“You called?”

You want so badly to be mad, so badly to be mean, to not bat an eye at him, but he looks extra delicious today. He’s dressed in all black and silver, matching the ensemble you’re wearing. He’s got leather and metal spikes adorning his features, but his delicious torso is bare as usual. He’s eyeing you hungrily, possessively, and you realize despite your stupor that you need to give him a little bit of grief.

“Yeah, I called, only about 20 times,” you snap. He isn’t very surprised at your sass. He knew you’d say something bratty, but he doesn’t apologize or anything. He doesn’t say he misses you. He in fact, opens your lingerie drawer and picks up your colorful pieces, and has the gall and the gumption to be almost accusatory towards you.

“What the fuck are these.” Eustass stares blankly, and it’s kind of hilarious because you never told him you got lingerie that didn’t suit his vibe, so that must mean one thing: he checked up on you.

“It’s lingerie, never seen it before?” What an idiot. Your idiot. You hide a chuckle of realization behind a veil of faux snark. He scoffs.

“They don’t know the real you like I do. The absolute freaky kitten you are, and quite frankly I’m glad you don’t show them that side of you. Because only I can bring that out,” like a cat pushing a glass off the countertop after his possessive monologue, the big redhead tosses the garments in your trash bin, just like he did to your sex toys that one night, and you gasp incredulously.

He continues to zero in on you, his heat and familiar smell immediately causing wetness to trickle between your legs. You hate how quickly he does what he does to you. Before you could think, his lips are on yours, feverishly kissing you, consuming you. And even crazier than that, you’re letting him. He’s crawling on top of you on the bed, surprisingly keeping both of your guy’s clothes on, prying apart your legs to make his home there. Right where he belongs.

His tongue explores your mouth like it’s searching for something, and he snarls possessively, hands carding over your hair and petting your soft skin. Oh he wants-wants you.

You almost get that feeling of not being wanted right out of your head. He’s erasing it in seconds, pinning you to the bed like this, kissing down your neck, biting a bit harder than usual, biting wet hickies all over your breasts.

Right when you instinctively buck your hips up to meet his—

“Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast,” he clicks his large tongue. “I can bet you even let that guy fuck you raw and probably even cum inside you. Have you forgotten who you belong to?”

His knee jams between your thighs when you wait a second too long to answer, and hits your sweet spot. You bite your lip and try to stay composed.

“T-three weeks, Eustass, not a single word or anything. I thought you were done with me.”

He snarls into your ear, knee pressing into your clit harder, almost insulted. “Really? You thought I’d be done with you? What a stupid, fucking idea, Y/n, did I fucking stutter when I said this pussy is all mine?”

You squirm away from him, but his hand rubs you harshly though your thin bodysuit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from your throat. “No, but—”

“Then I don’t want to fucking hear it,” Eustass’ fingers dip under the layer of fabric, pushing it to the side, and plunge deeply into your throbbing wet core, clenching his jaw at how your soft, warm walls grip him just right. He’s effective in shutting you up and reducing you to whines as his thumb traces over your soaked, puffy clit.

“You only get this wet for me, right?” You try to maintain eye contact as he curls into that spot inside you, and can only nod your head, gaze averting from his smug amber eyes.

“You know, I’m not done with you until I say I’m done, so I don’t get why you’d go around giving my pussy out to other guys when I told you what would happen.” His eyes smirk at how you clench at his possessive words. You note how he’s trying to sound tough and mean, but there’s a softer tone than usual. He’s butthurt, and might actually be sorry. His next words are extremely serious however.

“So you’re going to pick your punishment doll. Either I kill that motherfucker for stealing you away from me and you watch,” (your heart does backflips because it was more like Eustass being in your thoughts stealing your attention away from the man), “ or, or, you take the fall for Mr. Perfect and I keep going no matter how much you beg and cry, hmm?” You know the obvious answer. Eustass was threatening you with a good time and reclaiming you as his when you never stopped being his. No matter how much you tried.

He’s out of patience, not like he ever has any.

“Well?” He removes his fingers and slaps your clit harshly, the yummy stretch replaced with a harsh sting.

You snap out of your pleasured trance with a moan.

“S-second one, Eustass, use me up, please,” you cry, the way you say his name with your pretty pouty lips making his dick twitch. He fights back a smirk at how easy it is to make you beg.

“You better cut that dipshit out of your life then, because you’re my fucking plaything, and I don’t share with anybody, got it?”

And right when you nod, he’s pulling your bodysuit off and keeping his clothes on. His fingers are back inside you, and the redhead’s smeared painted lips are suctioning on your clit, not even giving you a single second.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan, but can’t move your hips because he’s holding you down with his big, heavy weight so you’re forced to take it 100%.

“Dumb, desperate kitty. I know you can’t get enough of my cock or last even a few weeks when I’m on a voyage in hell. That right, ya spoiled brat?” he’s rumbling before he goes back to tongue-fucking your hot walls, smearing your juices around your clit and spitting on your pussy to add to the mix.

You can do nothing but whimper, “mhm,” as he makes himself more mad.

“Was there anything special about him?” He fucks you on his hand, relishing in how you’re absolutely dripping with arousal and sucking his thick fingers inside you. A familiar heat begins to rise in your core as pleading tears fill your eyes.

You can’t think of an answer and open your mouth, but only whimpers come out; when he adds another finger your brain melts. It already feels like the girth of a cock, except curling to hit the g-spot that makes you yank on the feral male’s fluffy red hair.

“You were so fast to try and replace me,” he growls, and your thighs tremble over his shoulders.

“Tell me this,” he rubs your clit in perfect circles impossibly quick, making you buck into his hand greedily. You feel your high approaching, and you begin to convulse around him, and he nibbles on your inner thigh and holds you down again, effectively pinning you into the mattress.

“You’re not getting away, pretty,” he snarls, admiring how much he affects you as he keeps pumping his fingers in, “tell me—were you successful at replacing me with a little boytoy?”

Your breaths are heaving, you’re sobbing at how good he’s making you feel. “N-no! I wasn’t!” He laps at your clit and suckles on it like you’re his last meal before an execution.

As spots dot your vision, you scream, “only you can make me feel this g—oh!!!” Your back arches into his face as you come undone underneath his ministrations, and his cock is so hard it hurts as you splash his face.

He groans as he continues to finger-fuck you and lap up all you have to offer, his little taste of heaven.

Your body feels like the epitome of standing up too fast, except it’s lasting. But he’s not done. He takes out his fingers, sucks on them, and goes back down, dipping his long tongue inside you.

“I’m still pretty fucking mad that my princess thinks she can call up whoever she wants. You’ll help make me feel all better again,” he remarks, tongue dipping back in. It’s too much, your violent orgasm still has you reeling, and his tongue inside sets your nerves ablaze.

You suck in his tongue so nicely, and he massages your walls with the muscle and prods at the spot that makes your toes curl.

“Oh fuck! Eustass! G-gonna…gonna…” new tears fall down your face as you beg him with your eyes. He chuckles against you, the vibrations making you spasm until you find your release once again. He moans into your plush pussy at how wet you are and how you feel squeezing his tongue. The smell of you, the taste of your arousal, has him drunk and wanting more. So does he stop to give you a break? He absolutely does not. He smooshes kisses against your sloppy pussy—his favorite and only pussy—and scissors his fingers inside you again. Now this is really too much. You plead with him to slow down, to stop, to give you a minute.

“Remember, baby, you decided to get punished by me,” he carefully scrapes his sharp teeth against your clit and you squeal, grabbing his horns, “and I’m a wicked, awful, bad guy. I’m selfish. I’m rotten. I’m Eustass the Fucking Merciless.” He bites your thigh and breaks some skin at the same time as he rubs your clit that hurts. It hurts, because you’re way overstimulated out of your mind. His thrusting fingers are too much, you’re trying to push him away, but he’s too heavy. Too strong. Too big.

“Be a good girl and give up,” you hear him rasp, his pace unrelenting, and with sobbing pleas, he makes you cum again. And again. You’re basically numb at this point, throat dry from screaming, brain dead and unable to say anything that makes sense. Absolutely wrecked from pleasure.

“There, there,” he slaps your clit cruelly, and your whole body shakes. He’s still fully clothed and everything, and you feel it and are reminded of the power he has to reduce you to a pitiful whining puddle as he goes up to kiss you. You surrender immediately, pliable, weak. His tongue captures yours in a kiss and you tiredly feel down his warm, muscular body. You smell your heady scent and taste your arousal on him. All of your juices and devouring you has taken off his lipstick. His entire face is soaked in you. Because Eustass eats you like he fucking means it.

He eats all of your whimpers, and eventually you begin to kiss back a bit more, and he deeply laughs into the kiss, entire chest vibrating against your torso. “Little kitten,” he squeezes your cheeks, and kisses your scrunched, pouty lips. “Hope you’re ready to get fucked for real this time.”

You don’t even feel like you’re thinking while you’re getting the words out.

“M’your kitten,” you pout at him with glassy eyes that make him crumble, “need you inside me, please,” you punctuate with a tug on his clothing, and he gets up, wasting no time. He’s so pretty and tall as he takes off his outerwear, unbuckles his belts, takes off his pants. He climbs back on top of you in no time, panting through his mouth, amber eyes hooded in desire. Eustass Kid is weak in the knees for you, and he’s admitting it all over. He pumps his cock, squeezing the head and gathering his own slick on his fingers. He brings them to your lips, and you suck on them, tasting his sweet musk.

He’s so goddamn gorgeous, smiling down at how well you suck his fingers. He may have a smug expression on his face, but his eyes sparkle with something a bit more.

You spread your legs a little bit wider to give him room to slot his thick hips between you thighs. His thick head rubs against your still sensitive pussy, and he sinks in to the hilt in one thrust. Nothing could prepare you enough for how big of a cock he has, not even a regular sized man’s cock plus a couple of fingers. You blink back more tears you didn’t know you had, and he’s giving you no mercy as he thrusts into you again and again, with no regards to your crying.

“Gonna wreck you so. fucking. good,” he says through clenched teeth, holding your knees to your chest, as he reaches you so deep, you feel his tip kissing your cervix.

“Eu’! Slow down! Please! Please! Please! Please!” You whimper in time with his thrusts.

“You’re telling me to slow down, and begging me to keep fucking you. Which is it? Don’t got a lot going on up there, do ya?” he chides as he continues to slam into you, balls slapping you as you get wetter from his bullying.

“So mean, Eustass,” you whimper, creaming around his cock, as he brings a hand up to your throat. Your eyes roll up and tongue sticks slightly out. He groans at how well you’re taking him.

“And you like it, don’t you?” He glances at your jiggling tits and back up at your fucked-out expression. You are absolutely ruined already, and his cock hasn’t even been in you for that long.

You nod, a hand squeezing his forearm and he clenches just a little bit harder. You gasp for air and are even more turned on, and he lets go to watch you take in a sharp breath and moan it out.

“Yeah, I know you like it, I know you like getting wrecked, and that’s why you’re perfect fr’me, y’know that?”

“Y-yeah, I do!“

His voice suddenly softens, and it catches you off guard, but he’s still fucking you with the same force.

“No one can fuck you as hard as I can, right baby?”

His eyes..they hold almost a sadness? You grab the hand that was near your throat and turn and kiss it, which makes his heart flutter in his chest, but he’ll never admit it.

“N-no one can, daddy, ‘s’only you! I’m sorry daddy,” your brain is turned to mush and he sees it in your mindless eyes, and he groans and pins you down into a mating press, his heavy weight just about crushing you.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he groans, and bites and kisses your neck. Your limbs squeeze around him to hold him as close and as deep inside you as possible.

“Want your cum in me, Eustass, please!” You sob in his ear. “Fill me up, I’m only yours! I’m sorry I got so lonely without you.”

He moans as he kisses your neck, still thrusting into you deeply and quickly. You decide to keep going, lost in lust and wanting him inside you forever.

“Need you, please don’t leave me, m’ your fuckdoll,” you moan, and his eyes snap to yours. His pupils are blown so wide.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, and he kisses you, wraps an arm around you, and rolls you both over so he’s fucking up into you and holding you close on top of his chest. Your moans are drowned in his kiss, and you feel so safe, so amazing in his warm embrace. His long, massive arms cover just about your entire torso. Your hands hug around his head, and he’s barreling into you sloppily, frantically, like a wild beast in a desperate rut.

“As if I’d ever leave you,” he mutters lowly, and his last thrusts are slow, before you feel hot white gushing inside, coating your insides. You both moan, and kiss, and he slows down to a halt for a few moments.

His heart hammers in his chest as he looks up at you, and you blush.

“What?” You ask, flustered.

“Fucking brat. I only left because ‘m falling for your dumb ass.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Turn around,” he sneers.

“But—!”

He manhandles you, pulling out and relishing in the way your juices dribble out of your pussy. He sits up and turns you around with his strong hands.

“Sink back down. Now.” You do as you’re told. He’s still fucking hard.

“Good fucking girl, now stay still like a little doll,” he lays you both back down, and grips the bottom of your thighs and lifts them until your knees are to your chest. He hooks his arms around your legs and holds your head so you’re in a full Nelson. You squeeze into his thick arms for support.

“Look how well you grip my cock,” he groans as he thrusts deeply into you, your pussy gripping him on the way out.

“Oh fuck,” You moan at the sight.

“It’s so clear you don’t want me to leave, even your pussy doesn’t want to let go. So I guess I’m stuck with you,” Eustass rumbles over the sound of skin slapping and slick spreading as if that’s the most reasonable conclusion..which it is.

“I’m made for you, no one else makes me feel so good, so full,” you whine, boosting his ego as he slowly hits your sweet spot.

“Yeah? You mean it and not just lying to me?” He grunts, glad you’re unable to see how much he’s hoping you’re telling the truth.

“You ruined me, can’t enjoy it if it’s not you, need you, only you Eustass,” you confess, and you swear his cock twitches inside you.

He unlatches you. “Fuck,” he snarls, and changes positions so you’re in doggy. “Say that again,” he grips your ass, and you turn to look at him, and whimper at how intently he’s looking at you.

“Only you can fuck me this good, I want only you forever,” at the forever, he inhales a sharp breath, the pretty sound leaving his pretty lips, plus the fire in his eyes threatening to consume everything around you, plus his thickness filling you in this position, plus his balls slapping your clit, plus the way his giant hands hold your hips so securely, makes pleasure fill your brain again to the brink of overflowing.

“Yeah? Well shit, gonna keep you then, Y/n,” he all but whines. Hearing him say your name with such breathlessness makes you clench around him, and he rubs circles on your clit.

“You gonna cum for me? Again, you selfish little princess?” He coos, as your fourth orgasm of the night approaches.

“Yes, Eustass! So close,” you whine.

He keeps pistoning inside you and stimulating your clit like the perfect incubus. “Good baby, cream around my cock just like fucking that,” he moans, and you see white once again, screaming silently, eyes clenching tightly. He goes a few more thrusts into your clenching cunt, and moans as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting a little, and you’re collapsing into the bed.

“Such a weak human,” he smooths over your lower back, slowly pulling out and admiring the cream pie. You’re actually pretty strong for being able to handle him, and he finds only you as worthy of his cock specially for that reason.

You feel yourself on the brink of passing out when you feel him help you to the restroom so you can take care of business. You sleepily wash you hands after and collapse in the mattress, tired out of your mind. Then you gasp at a warm, wet towel wiping you clean. He’s probably going to leave soon, you think sadly. Why did you tell him not to leave you? So stupid …though…wait…didn’t he tell you he was falling for you?

Then the mattress groans and sinks behind you as you lay on your side.

A large arm snakes around you. Wait what?

He leans his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Because someone is so clingy,” he mutters, and you roll your eyes because he’s the clingy one. You shift to turn around to face his warm chest, and almost hear purring when you set his arm back to curl around you more. “Mhmm,” you sleepily hum, and his heart leaps at how sweet and adorable you are, two things he’s very unfamiliar with but has come to love. He can’t believe he’s doing this, watching you sleep.

You both relax in each other’s presence. Quiet.

When he’s sure you’re asleep, you hear him whisper,

“Fucking love you,” as he admires your resting form.

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[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANON REQUEST: ❝mangaka S/O.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Trafalgar D Water Law, Eustass Kid ]

「Headcanons of Law snd Kid with a mangaka S/O who ate a devil that gave them the ability to turn parts of someone’s bosy into notebook pages full of secrets and information.」

TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW 

♤ When Law first brought you in, it was only because everyone had spread rumors about how you were a devil. He first met you in your hometown where you were just sitting under the tree and drawing your sketchbook for fun. Of course, Law was intimidating because he was a pirate and you thought that he was gonna rob you. However, after interacting with him for a bit, you grew to like his presence. You loved hearing tales of his adventures and Law seemed to like your company which led him to recruit you.

♤ Even though you helped around the ship occasionally to prove your worth to Law, you wanted to do more than that. Law wasn't really bothered by it, telling you that you didn't really have to do anything but you protested and tried to take on more responsibilities. In the end, he suggested using your drawing skills to illustrate the adventures that the crew had been on. You didn't have that much confidence and rarely showed the crew what you'd drawn. Even Law has never seen your work but he doesn't mind at all.

♤ Law first learns that you had a devil fruit when you fell overboard during a storm and couldn't swim. Eventually, you explained to the crew about your devil fruit and how you're not very fond of using it. You managed to demonstrate it when Penguin and Shachi wanted to see your quirk in action. Even though it was weird to see their own hands turn into a book, they seemed quite amazed at how detailed the contents of the books were.

♤ Now, Law isn't the most open person and he prefers not to tell everyone about what happened in the past. He's not a talkative person either. He's slightly uncomfortable after knowing that you're capable of reading someone's entire past. Of course, he trusts you, believing that you'd never use your devil fruit on him without consent. However, he thinks that its a great ability for information gathering but will never force you to use your devil fruit if you're against it.

♤ Over time, your relationship with Law steadily bloomed into something romantic. You had confided to Ikkaku who only teased you for being adorable and urged you to confess your undying love to your captain—instead of helping you with your predicament. After a long talk with Ikkaku, you eventually decided to take her advice and tell Law how you felt. You didn't expect him to return your feelings but everything worked out just fine and you were officially Law's girlfriend. 

♤ It was a little later that Law discovered your secret manga. You have been drawing it since you started developing feelings for Law and it was something you kept on drawing even after you started dating. He only saw it when you had fallen asleep on your desk. When he walked over to wake you up, he noticed the drawings and how they resembled you and him. You let out a mortified shriek and demanded he looks away. He could only chuckle at your cute reaction, kissing your forehead.

EUSTASS KID

☆ This guy intimidates you. Of course, he does. When he first meets you, he thinks that you're a weirdo, always buried in your little sketchbook. He was initially interested in your drawing skills, seeing how they might prove to be useful someday. Kid sort of just drags you into becoming one of his crew members without your consent. No one expected Kid to be interested in someone like you--no offense. But it was because you were the complete opposite of him.

☆ You definitely do not fit in with the crew. The Kid Pirates were known for dealing with major destruction and civilian casualties. And let's be honest, you've never been in a fight and don't even know how to defend yourself. Even though you looked very out of place, you're always offering the crew a helping hand on menial tasks as if trying to prove yourself to be useful. But Kid always tells you not to worry your pretty little head and just do whatever you want.

☆ The one to fall in love first was you and it takes a while for you to actually win him over. Even though you're the one who fell first, he falls harder. It's a painful experience for his crew, watching the two of you try to impress one another. Kid's confession isn't your usual 'I love you' but more of a 'You're mine, aren't you?!' Honestly, it was just kind of embarrassing because he corners you and confesses to you. He didn't let you go until you tell him how you feel.

☆ Kid is protective and possessive, never the type to shy away from PDA. In fact, he loves flaunting that you belong to him. An arm around your shoulder, having you sit on his lap, kissing you in front of a crowd of people. When the crew is fighting, he's always glancing at you to make sure that you're unharmed. He's much tamer with you, ensuring his tone is a bit softer so you don't think that he's mad at you or anything. Everyone knows that the captain has a soft spot for you.

Finds out you have a devil fruit when you were knocked overboard during a scuffle with the marines. Thanks to Kid being observant and quick decision, you were pulled out of the water in no time. He kind of yells at you for not telling him that you had a devil fruit, throwing a tantrum like a child he is. And all you could do was mumble how you don't really like using it before showing the whole crew what you could do. 

☆ Teases the shit out of you the moment he sees what you've been secretly working on the entire time. He will hold the book above your head while you attempt to reach for it. But how could you when he was just so much taller than you are? Once he skims through it, he finds himself smiling at the drawings, you drew almost everything. The dates you went on together and the secret getaways, he finds it all drawn there.

Total: 1073 words  Published: 18.02.2023

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