#jaguar one piece

[punks-never-die205]

Captured

fem!reader x Eustass Kid (+the whole crew)

6,705 words

Summary: You wanted to try consensual non-consent and decide to role-play having been captured by the crew. Poor helpless islander you is going to be the captain's meal - but not before the crew preps you.

CW: CNC (obviously), role-play, degradation - LOTS of degradation, cum play, oral given, fingering received, anal oral received, double penetration, spanking, begging, group sex, bondage, blind-fold, nipple clamps, forced orgasms, tickle torture, sex on the deck, toe-sucking, mdni

Captured.

Your hands and arms are bound with coarse rope, and the blindfold over your eyes is secured with more rope. Passed roughly between calloused hands, you can hear little more than lecherous jeers and japes. Tugged and tossed and shoved you barely knew which way was up.

Eventually your clothes could take no more and the first resounding rip was like blood in the water for a pack of sharks. Greedy hands tore more and more, and despite how you moved or how you begged they continued, until there was nothing left but shreds hanging from the ropes that held your arms snugly behind your back.

Hands steadied you as more forced your legs into a wide stance. When you brought your knees together the hands shifted, forcing your legs wide by your thighs and denying you any ability to hide your pussy.

“No!” You cry, trying to close your legs.

“Aw, what a sweet, shy thing you are.” Says a voice by your ear. “It’s a shame to hide such beauty.” A hand cups your face, tilting your sightless gaze back. “You should thank us.”

You shake your head, bucking against the hands holding you. “N-no! Let… let me go, please.” You say it in a small voice, the embarrassment of being expose already rushing blood through you.

“Certainly, sweet miss.” The voice by your ear promises. Rough hands on your side make you jump. “Once the captain shows you all the ways you’re beautiful, I promise.”

You can’t help the shiver that rolls through you and the men around you chuckle.

“Alright lads, prep this fresh whore for the cap’n!” The voice yells and you yelp as the greedy hands from earlier return.

You can’t track the number of hands on you, but they steer clear of your privates for a long while. Instead they seem content enough to rub and scratch your legs and thighs, making you jerk from fleeting ticklish sensations. The teasing takes a turn when you kick, someone’s fingers at the sole of your foot having tickled you.

“Oh, that’s how it is, eh?”

“No! No I’m sorry, it tickled, I didn’t-!” Your words shatter into a squeal as you are held firmly and tickled. Your screeching laughter overpowers the jeers of your captors, and you thrash uselessly as they tickle your feet, the backs of your legs, your sides, and your neck.

You can’t hardly breathe from laughter, and they give you only the barest moments to catch your breath enough that you don’t pass out. You can hear them teasing you, but it’s impossible to know what they’re saying over the sounds of your own gasping laughter.

“Listen to this bitch enjoying herself!” A harsh voice like gravel and velvet cuts through everything else and they grant you a moment to catch your breath. It must be the captain for them to calm down so much. You’re panting, sagged in the hands holding you, shivering from the anticipation of whatever is going to happen next.

“Already into it, new blood?” He questions and you know he’s addressing you even if you can’t see him.

You shake your head. “Please, please just…. Let me go.”

“Heh. We’re in the middle of the sea, little toy. You want me to throw you overboard?” His voice is quieter and you can feel him looming over you.

“Please, I -.” His laugh interrupts you and you bite your lower lip.

“Begging to be tossed.” His tone is incredulous. “Problem is, I don’t chuck fresh meat until I’ve had my fill.” You feel cold metal against your stomach and jerk from the sensation. He gives you a moment to settle before moving the cold metal digit up your stomach and between your breasts.

“Hmmm… Wire, eat this whore’s ass.”

“What?” You question, not sure you heard him right.

“Aye aye boss.”

“Bubblegum, you got long fingers, work that tight cunt, but just a little.” The captain grabs your face, at least you think it’s him, turning you this way and that. “I don’t want to split this mini roast in half, but I do want to hear her beg.”

“Happily, boss.”

He squeezes your face until you open your mouth, and then spits in it.

“Anyone who wants can keep tickling her while the others work. No reason for her not to enjoy the prep.” The dark chuckles skitter through the crew and you whimper.

“Once she cums or passes out, she’s mine.” He commands and you hear the heavy boot falls as he walks away.

You’re lifted into the air with ease.

“No! Wait, please, don’t-ahhmphgh!” Fingers in your mouth garble your words as you’re made to understand there’s no room for your protests. Hands hold you in position and a thick wet tongue licks a stripe along the curve of your ass. You buck and cry out before big hands grab your cheeks and spread them open.

You protest against the fingers in your mouth but there’s no stopping the tongue that presses against your asshole. Groaning, you whimper as you can’t stop him from pushing past the tight ring of muscles. Wet and slick and naturally tapered he pushes into your ass easily.

Saliva lubricates the way as he stretches you open. It feels so weird, and so good, you can’t muffle the pleasurable edges of the next garbled sound that leaves you. The noise is an invitation to the other one, and when fingers spread your labia you buck and try to move away.

Wire’s hands grab your thighs, pulling your legs wide and pressing you against his mouth. Other hands steadied you, but his grip made it impossible to get away from the finger teasing slow circles against the entrance of your vagina.

The fingers in your mouth press in deep, making you gag on them for a second before they ease up. Just as you’re able to clear your throat, one of Bubblegum’s fingers push into your pussy. You suck in a breath of surprise.

“Fuck, she’s soaked.” Comes, you think, Bubblegum’s voice. “Look at this, it’s practically a rope of slick.” He says, pulling his finger out.

There’s a scattered murmur of agreement among those gathered that you were the neediest fresh roast they’ve ever prepped for the boss’ meal.

“What a proper slut you’ll make.” Came the voice that spoke to you at the start. “Do it proper Bubblegum.”

“Of course, Killer.” He says, pressing to fingers against your sopping hole and slowly working them in. “Me an’ Wire will make her cream real good before she passes out.”

The hands on you tightened as his fingers pushed deeper and deeper. A rough hand on your hair has your head supported and immobile.

“Deep breath, little whore, we don’t want you to pass out too soon.” Killer instructs and you find yourself breathing deep. “There’s a good girl.”

Wire’s tongue makes you grunt at a surprising rush of pleasure, and Bubblegum’s fingers twist and scissor inside you, teasing sweet spots as he slowly eases you open. You’re already giggling, the pleasure is going to make it worse and you know it’s coming, and the nerves are already dancing through you.

You can’t do anything except tense when they start tickling you, so well are you held in place that all you can do is tense and scream. The first rush breaks and you’re laughing, gasping, and screaming for them to stop.

“Gods! Fucking no! Stop! Stop! Gods-dammit I - hahahahaha, no I can’t - hahahahaha!!” Bubblegum’s thumb presses against your clit and you moan loudly nearly cumming before devolving into laughter again. It’s everything you have to breathe, you can’t defend against the sensations slamming into you.

Someone grabs your left tit and there’s a sharp sting as a clamp is set on your nipple. You scream, but it’s more laughing pleasure than pain and then someone grabs your right tit roughly.

“No don’t!” You beg as the clamp is set on your other nipple. “Fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuck, hahahahhaha!”

Swears dot the laughter, and those are only broken by big gasping gulps of air as you breathe in desperately. Every time you think you’re going to finally peak and orgasm and end this, someone tugs on the nipple clamps and the jolt pulls you away from the edge.

Bubblegum is teasing your clit relentlessly, his fingers messing with the tender spots inside you as Wire seems intent on reaching your stomach with his tongue. You can’t comprehend how long it feels like it is, it has to be an impossible length. You can’t focus on either enough between the tickling and random tugs at your tits.

“When she cums I’m going to pull these off.”

“No!!”

“Oh she’s all for it,” comes the laughing response.

“No! Do-aaaaahahahahahaha-Don’t!”

“Oh but you’re so close.”

“No! Please, no I -.”

“She throbbed on my fingers when you said it,” Bubblegum says. “I bet she’s just being shy.”

“I’m not, I’m not, I’m - fuck, fuck!” You can’t feel the tickling as the orgasm has built up and pushed everything else aside. The edging had made the newest swell impossible to ignore. “No, no, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, no!” You cry as the inevitable pleasure crests and slams into you.

The guttural pleasure ripped from your lips turns into a bellow as the clamps are pulled off your nipples. The rush of blood back into them is all pins and needles and you’re sputtering and spitting as you cum through the prickling pain, your desperate pleasure splashing down Bubblegum’s arm.

“Fuck yeah, look at that.” He says, pulling his long fingers out of your trembling cunt. “She really liked it.”

You can’t do anything except sob as Wire’s tongue wiggles out of your ass. The entire thing was too much and you can’t even find the energy to deny Bubblegum’s words.

Hands move you, with a little more care than before, and you’re shuffled into someone’s arms. The din of the  crowd fades as you’re carried into a different area.

“Hey Little One,” Killer says softly and you realize you’re in the hall leading to the workshop. “How’re you holding up?”

“I think Wire was trying to reach my brains.” You reply quietly, a soft huff of laughter escaping you. “That was intense though.”

“Yeah, we didn’t hold back much. You good? Round two’s coming up.”

You nod. “Y-yeah. I’m good.”

Killer grunts. “Shivering in anticipation?”

“Lil’ fear.” You admit, licking your lips. “Bubbles made me squirt, and…”

“If he can do that, what’s Kid gonna do?” Killer hums and you nod.

You hear a door open and Killer’s tone changes. “Whatever the fuck he wants, whore.”

Killer tosses you, and you weren’t expecting it. You yelp in surprise, landing heavy on something soft. Soft was rare in the workshop, so either Killer had taken you to the captain’s quarters, or Kid had set up something for you.

Still bound and blindfolded the space was quiet after Killer left. You shifted, moving enough to sit yourself up. The soft thing you’d landed on was Kid’s coat, and the fact made you throb a bit. Getting such gentle treatment in the middle of such a rough session was a subtle reminder of how safe you really were.

No matter what was going to happen.

The silence dragged on, and for a moment you’re starting to wonder if you aren’t alone in the room. Kid often smells like the workshop, but as you’re currently in the shop it’s hard to say what’s it and what’s him. The heavy boot falls earlier were also for show.

Kid could be deadly quiet when he wanted.

On your knees, you start to stand and his voice halts you.

“Stay.” He grunts, and you do, kneeling back down on the coat. “Heh, the boys prepped you good. Doin’ as yer told all meek and shit.”

You can feel the blood rush through you, but arguing now would be useless.

“Spread those knees apart and lean your head back,” he commands. You hesitate, but just for a second, and spread your knees apart, tilting your head back so your nose is pointed toward the ceiling.

“Look it you being a good slut. Fuck that’s hot.” His flesh hand grips your hair roughly, holding you in place. “Open those cock-sucking lips, and take what I give you.”

You shake your head as much as you can in the tight grip. The bitter smear of precum coats your lips as his cock presses against your lips.

“Either I cum in your mouth, or I’m going to make sure it shoots up your nose. All you’ll smell and taste for a month is my cum.” He says it evenly, like he’s giving you a choice between cake or pie. “Your call.”

You consider pushing the line, but of the things you’re willing to risk, having cum instead of snot in your nose is not one of them. You open your mouth and hear Kid chuckle.

“Smart choice. Now stick out your tongue, I want to see you being eager for this.” He commands, a breathlessness to his voice.

You stick out your tongue and no sooner than you do he pushes the head of his cock into your mouth. He only pushes about halfway in before you start to choke, and he pulls back, letting you breathe before forcing it deeper. He pulls back again, letting you sputter and breathe before pushing in deep again. You’ve never deep throated him, but you’re getting a crash course. Once more and you can feel your nose get buried in his pubes.

He holds you there for a long moment, hissing a swear as you squirm and gag against the thick length. He lets you up enough that you can breathe and pulls you back down, slamming his cock down the back of your throat in a few dizzying pumps. It’s all you can do to breathe until he holds you against his pubic hair once more for a second.

He pulls you back again, pulling the blindfold off before cumming on your face while you’re still coughing and gasping. The blindfold is off, but with thick globs of cum on your face you can’t open your eyes. Even if he hadn’t done so, you could barely see through the thick tears from choking on his cock.

Kid smears all the tears, snot and cum on your face, before he leans down and kisses you. The kiss is heavy and demanding and you grunt and squirm, but he doesn’t relent until his tongue’s fucking your throat the way his cock had been a minute ago.

When he lets go you collapse into the coat, coughing and gasping. There’s no pleasure in the actions, but you’re still turned on by the rough treatment. You’d wanted him and the crew to honestly use you, and Killer was right - no one was holding back.

Especially not Kid.

“You’re a tough little cut of meat.” He muses, walking around the workshop. Your eyes are still gummy and you don’t want to force them open, so you’re not exactly where he is. “I think I’ll put you in the cradle.”

“… the what?” You had a sudden image of being forced into a diaper and you weren’t sure that was really something you were okay with in this context. He knew how to push you to the edges of your capacity, but this was maybe the wrong edge.

“A nice rig that will put your ankles above your head, but also cradle you so you can watch my cock split your sweet little cunt open.” You can hear the grin in his voice as he moves around. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck your ass until you’re shitting spooge for a week.”

You get to your feet slowly. There was no one to really go, but the tone in his voice made you want to run. It was objectively a bad idea - well, bad in the sense that once Kid caught you the tenor of the evening could shift.

A hand around your throat, and a body at your back nearly makes you screech. You had no sense of Kid being behind you, but he held you in place easily.

“Leaving already?” He questions and you can’t nod or shake your head. Instead you just stay still in his hold. His fingers tighten against your throat for a moment, before he leans you over and smacks your ass. You yelp, squirming as he lands a second smack on the other cheek. Crying out again you try to twist away from the sting.

Kid holds you in place easily, spanking each cheek with whip-like snaps of his hand over and over until your ass was hot, red, and swollen and you were begging him to stop.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Stop, please! I- hnnngh!” Kid’s thick finger presses into your vagina and your legs almost buckle.

“You really are a twisted little slut.” He muses, fucking his finger in and out of you a few times before he grabs the ropes at your arms and lifts you up.

Kid sets you in the rig he mentioned earlier. He’s fast, and you’re not going to give him a hard time with the fresh sting still throbbing against your ass, so it only takes a couple minutes for you to be secured in place. There’s a moment of quiet and then a warm rag on your face as he cleans up the mess around your eyes.

“I want you to see this,” he grins as you blink up at him blearily. Kid is fully clothed. All he’s missing are the belts, and his pants are open. He gives your eyes a moment to adjust before he taps his cock against your clit.

You feel your stomach drop. This is a session. It is one hundred percent sex with someone who you have already had sex with before. As much as you’d handed over your “rights” in this session, you weren’t actually captured by big bad evil terrible pirates.

And yet, somehow, Kid’s cock looked impossibly large. Whether you had sunk into the session itself too far to really hold onto the fact that you’d taken that beast before, or if you were simply nervous because of your current immobility, you weren’t sure.

“That’s - that’s not gonna fit.” You say it with enough conviction that Kid almost laughs.

Illustration of The Cradle

He rubs it against your slit, teasing your clit with the weight of it. “Oh, it’ll fit.” He leans in a little, spreading your labia and really rutting his cock into your folds. You can’t stifle the gasp of pleasure from the pressure against your clit.

“Needy whore like you, you’re gonna take it all.” He assures you.

“I’m not…” You bite your lip as your toes flex.

“Not what?” Kid’s finger is under your chin, pulling your gaze up to his eyes and away from the eldritch demon he’s rubbing into your clit.

“A.. A…” You can feel the heat rushing to your face, and the grin on Kid’s face says he can see the embarrassment radiating off you. “Needy whore.” You manage, but it feels like a lie, and you look away from him.

“Uh huh.” He scoffs, reaching out and teasing your nipples. You gasp, the cold from his metal hand catching you off-guard. His touch is so precise with his prosthetic that you often forget it’s cold as sin.

He plays with your tits until you’re panting, feet and toes squirming, arms shifting behind your back, making the ropes groan. You can’t move enough to get away from it, and Kid is exacting and relentless. Biting back a moan you stop yourself from begging - you can’t. You just got done saying you weren’t needy.

“I’ll believe you,” Kid says, rutting against your clit again while he keeps teasing your nipples. “If you can endure this without moaning like a needy whore.”

You start to speak, ready to accept his terms, but as soon as you open your mouth Kid twists your nipples and really grinds into your clit. He doesn’t twist them harshly, but the added stimulation is enough to shatter your word into a rough moan.

“Heh.”

You can feel the heat from your face down to your shoulders. This utter bastard.

“Don’t worry, mouse.” He says, causing you to look up at him. It’s the first time anyone’s used your usual nickname since the session started. “You’re my favorite needy whore.”

He puts his hands on your ankles, pressing the head of his cock against your cunt. He’s not pushing in enough to enter you, but it won’t take much. He presses in and eases off, letting the pressure tease you while he grins down at you.

“Mine.” He reiterates, shifting his eyes down before looking back at you. “Watch it.” He commands, and your eyes shift down to his cock pressed against you. “Keep your eyes on it, and watch how well you take all of me.” He huffs the words, pushing in with enough force to finally start entering you.

The stretch seems more than usual, and you remember that Bubblegum barely prepped you compared to how Kid usually did. Kid eases back a little when your breath starts coming out faster and then pushes in again, working himself in slowly.

“Relax,” he murmurs. “Fuck you’re tight. Little slut’s really into this, huh?”

You shake your head. “Yeah,” you moan and Kid laughs.

“Conflicted much?” He says it like a question, but he’s not expecting an answer, pushing in further. “Almost there. Told ya’.” Kid’s hands tighten against your ankles a little as he pushes completely inside you. Moaning he rolls his hips and presses into you, barely moving and just bullying his cock in as deep as he can.

“N-no, wait, wait - Kid!” You gasp, your body shaking as the pleasure rushes up inside you so unexpectedly you’re breaking character. “Cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Kid grins as he continues to do what he’s been doing, leaving you to shiver and gasp beneath him. The orgasm hits you hard and the whorish scream ripped from you devolves into a growl. He’s still pressing into you, making the same deep, slow movements that threw you over the edge so quickly, and it keeps sending jolts through you.

“Wai— wait! I’m gonna, you’re gonna- oh gods it won’t stooooop!” You cry, shuddering against the cradle as it keeps you securely in place.

“Gonna cum again?” He muses, keeping the same pace. “Let’s see how many times you can cum like this. Never tenderized a fresh piece like this before, I’m curious.”

“M’not — Nnnnngh! —  fresh!” You gasp, shaking your head as the second orgasm begins to claw it’s way into you. “Gods, fuck, oh hells, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You swear as you cum again, gasping and sucking in big heaving breaths.

“Oh you are for this.” Kid asserts, still not letting up. “Come on, sweetheart, one more. Just give me one more. I won’t force more than three out of you this time.”

“Can’t, I can’t,” you gasp, tears running down your cheeks. “Holy fuck hells,” you sob as Kid continues. Despite all your protesting and swearing you aren’t using your safe words, and his eyes are on you. He’s so focused on you that the ship could be sinking and Killer would need to bodily tackle him to get his attention.

“Yeah you can. One more,” he grins as you nod, managing little more than a babbled sob in response. “Good girl.”

You shake your head as your body goes taut again. Kid’s hands hold onto your feet, keeping your toes from curling as you cum, more immobile than you’ve ever been before. You make some incoherent and odd sounds, too addled from the back to back to back orgasms to manage anything else.

The pleasure is intense, addicting, and overwhelming. It’s his presence alone that makes it something you can be swept away by, instead of something to fear. Even if it overwhelms you, you know that Kid will keep you safe.

He has mercy as promised, and slowly pulls out of your trembling cunt. The empty feeling pulls a whimper from you and he grins, hand against the side of your face.

“Shhh, there you go. I got you.” His voice is soothing, and the caress is grounding. “You did good, mouse.”

“You… you didn’t,” your voice is shaky, the ropes against your skin are sending shivers through you, you’re still on edge so much.

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry.” He pats your face. “Take a moment, fresh meat, I’ll fill you up plenty.” He assures you, running his hands over your feet, legs and hips. “Need a change of position?”

You wiggle your toes and flex your fingers and take a moment to check on your pieces and parts as you slowly come down. You shake your head.

“I can stay like this.”

Kid’s smile turns devious and he grabs onto the cradle. “Good.” He steps on something and there’s a clunk that shakes the whole rig. He pushes and it starts rolling.

“What - wait, where are we going?”

“Back out on the deck. The crew did such a good job prepping you, little roast, they deserve to enjoy the feast.” He explains, opening the doors and pushing you out into the hall.

“I… I can’t take them all.” You’re back into your role, but you’re also being serious.

Kid only looks down at you and you swallow hard. You can use your word if you start to ache, and you don’t think he’d leave you to such an ordeal without keeping a close eye on you. You were, after all, just playing at being fresh meat.

You shift in the rig, struggling against the ropes. You’re not blindfolded anymore, you’re going to be able to see everyone watching you. It’s not going to be just the feel of the sun on you’re bare skin, but the heat of everyone’s desires on you.

The crew erupts in cheers when you come out onto the deck. Somehow their exuberance makes it more embarrassing.

“Seems a shame to let Wire’s hard work go to waste.” Kid says, catching something that Heat tosses him. “And I did just promise to fill your ass so full you’ll be shitting cum for a week.” He squirts thick lube onto his cock, before sticking the applicator in your ass and squeezing.

“Cold!” You gasp, squirming against the rig. Chuckles ripple through the crowd as Kid pushes into your ass with the crew all around. Even with the lube he works in carefully, and the consideration makes it feel good. You can’t keep quiet, between the stretch, the squelch, the pleasure and the attention, you’re too turned on.

“Listen to that whoresong.” You hear someone murmur.

“Ah, she tightened up at that.” Kid sneers, pressing his thumb into your clit. “Don’t try to hold back now.” He warns, rolling his thumb, teasing your clit as he works his way into your ass.

“Please!” You gasp, eyes darting around to the crew. Most had their cocks in their hands, eyes plastered to the show.

“Ah, right, you’re a needy whore.” Kid muses. “Killer, undo the cradle. Let’s get her hands free so she can show her appreciation for all our hard work.”

Killer cuts the ropes from your arms, and then unlatches the part of the rig keeping you facing Kid. He leans you back slowly after you unfold your arms, and now you’re laying on your back, your legs still tied in place as Kid pushes flush against your ass.

You moan sweetly from the sensations and two people grab your wrists. Wire and Killer put your hand on their hard cocks and you begin stroking them before they can even demand it of you. Killer calls you a good whore and Wire calls you a useful slut and you nearly cum from it. Heat comes up by your face and presses his cock against your cheek.

“Just lick it,” he says. “I’m sure a hungry thing like you wants to choke on it, but we wanna hear you moan.”

You lick, grateful to have something you can focus on while surrounded by the crew like this.

“The rules are simple!” Kid barks, addressing the crew. “Whether this whore gets you off or you handle it yer self, you cum on the meat. This fresh bitch is desperate to be properly dressed.”

“Aye, Aye Boss!!” Comes the resounding chorus.

Kid fucks your ass while you jerk off Killer and Wire, licking and kissing Heat’s cock. You can hear the musings and murmurs of the rest of the crew while you moan against Heat.

“Fuck, it’s too hot.” UK swears, coming over to you. Heat steps back and holds your head, making you watch as UK cums across your breasts.

“Say thank you-.” Kid begins to demand, but the entire situation crashes in on you and you moan loudly, cumming against Kid’s cock. He stutters and then slams into you roughly a couple times, cock twitching as he fills your ass. “Fucking hells,” he laughs, the rest of the crew sharing his amusement. “You really are a needy whore.”

“Thank you,” you sigh and hear a couple people call you a good girl.

“UK, get that strap for me.” Kid orders. You hear the words, but don’t really register them, too focused on sharing the warm haze of pleasure with those around you.

Wire cums next, coating your belly. He steps back and Reck takes his place at your hand. Heat doesn’t take much longer and he decides to have you swallow it. Kid says they can worry about stuffing you after you’re coated, but before someone can take Heat’s place UK comes back.

He hands Kid what looks like a strap on, and sure enough it is. Kid pulls out of your ass and puts it on. The strap is in the top position, and Heat helps you watch as Kid pushes back into you, the strap filling your cunt and Kid’s cock bullying back into your ass.

“Gods, fuck!” You swear as you’re filled up nicely. The strap is small, comparatively, but with both it and Kid in you, you feel intensely full. “Hnnngh, please, oh shit.”

“Heh, you don’t even know what your begging for.” Kid grins, setting a slow and steady pace, making you shiver and twitch.

Quincy comes up and takes Heat’s place. She straddles the rig with a little help from Killer, her dripping pussy over your face.

“You can scream into it,” she explains, before sitting on your face. Quincy holds onto your head and grinds into your mouth, easing up just often enough to let you breathe.

You can hear Kid saying something, and a moment later Killer leaves your hand and you feel the warmth of his cum splash against your stomach. Someone else’s cock is in your hand and you fall into a rhythm, stroking two cocks while you lick and nuzzle into Quincy’s cunt, all while Kid fucks you. The steady pace of his begins to pick up and you grunt into Quincy, moaning and gasping heavier when she lets you breathe.

She lifts up for a bit and tilts to look down at you.

“Deep breath, lil’ roast.” She commands and you take a deep breath. As soon as Quincy presses back into your face something presses against your clit and immediately vibrates.

Powerfully.

You scream into her pussy and she grinds into you. You can feel yourself heading toward your own orgasm, but Quincy gets there first. A rough grip of your hair and a satisfied swear are the only indications she’s cum on your face - you were already too covered and smeared with slick and juice to register a difference.

She leans back, a warm smile on her face, as she looks down at you. “Boss, I wanna stay here for a minute.”

“Heh, sure. Enjoy the front row seat while I make this bitch cream.”

Reck and the other crew member you can’t see with Quincy in the way, hold onto your hands and thrust into your palms, relieving you of the need to think about stroking them while you came closer and closer to your orgasm. Quincy ruts her pussy into your collarbone as you moan and whine.

“You’re so cute like this,” she grins, and you realize there’s a collection of crew mates gathered around, some with their cocks in their hands, but most just watching your face. “You were begging earlier, screaming from those clamps, but now it’s just gonna be pure pleasure.”

“Can’t wait to see all your different orgasm faces.” Boogie says, looking at you from over Quincy’s shoulder.

“Don’t, don’t look!” You gasp, trying to pull your hands away. Neither of them let go, and instead you’re trapped.

“Fuck she begs so good.”

“Quince,” Jaguar’s voice is heavy and husky. “I might get you.”

“S’alright, but let her cum first.”

“Y-yeah.” The large man stands nearby, stroking his cock with a glassy look on his face.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” you swear as the crescendo reaches its peak. Your body tenses and you hear Kid swear before he turns up the vibrator and slams heavily into you, shaking the rig. Your soundless expression shatters and you cry out. The sweet cry turns into a toe-curling moan as Kid forces you to ride it out, emptying another load into your ass.

“Fuckin’ hells.” Jaguar growls, unable to hold back. Quincy tells you to keep your eyes closed and a second later he cums on your face, the spend falling into your mouth as you’re still moaning from the orgasm. Kid moves the vibrator away and you start to come down from the high. You hear Reck swear and he coats your hand in cum before the other crew member pulls free and cums on your leg.

Quincy gets off you and Hip comes over and cleans the cum away from your eyes before grabbing your cheeks and kissing you. You have no idea whose cocks are in your hands, but they’re fucking your palms instead of expecting you to stroke them while Hip makes out with you.

“Hip that’s hot as hell.” Jaguar says as a few others chuckle.

“I wanna suck on her toes.” You aren’t sure whose asking, you’re too addled from all the orgasms since the session started.

“Sure. Anyone wants to suckle those sweet tits can too.” Kid says. He’s slowly moving his hips, taking a break as he recovers. “Kill, get House ready, Heat keep an eye on the lil’ roast. She might pass out from this, but I want to avoid that.”

“Aye boss.”

“We’re gonna break you, little roast.” Kid says, speaking loud enough to cut through your haze. Hip leans back, and makes sure you’re hearing the captain. “You won’t be able to find satisfaction anywhere else, once we’re done.”

“Oh gods,” you swear as someone’s lips wrap around your toes, their tongue licking everywhere. You want to pull your foot away, but your legs are tied to the rig.

“I’ll get the other foot.” Compo says, and you squirm.

“N-no, don’t - fuck, it feels so weird!” You cry as Compo’s lips wrap around your other set of toes. “It’s too much!”

Hop and Emma step up on either side of you, each grabbing a tit and holding it in place before leaning down and teasing your nipple. They kiss, lick, and nibble on the hard nub and the guys fucking into your hands have to work to hold you in place as you thrash against the stimulation.

“She’s so sensitive.” Hop muses before sucking on your tit and making you moan. “I’m kind of jealous.”

“Fuck she’s squirmin’ so much I don’t even hafta move.” Kid muses. “Bringing me back to life like you can’t live without my cock inside you, slut.”

“Can’t, I can’t!” you sob, letting out a musically salacious cry. “I need it, I need it - fuck - fuck me please, please! L-let me be you-you’re good whore, please!”

“That’s my girl!” Kid laughs, putting his hands on your hips and pulling almost completely out of you before thrusting back in harshly. You moan as he hilts inside you, and he repeats the action, ripping another heavy groan out of you.

He picks up his pace, slamming into your over and over, pushing the air and sense out of your body. You’re trembling from the bruising thrusts as much as you are the teasing of your tits and the splatter of cum across your neck. You’ve never been so soaked in spend like this before and the entire thing is deliriously hot.

Broken concepts dance in your mind, coherent thoughts shattered by the pleasure that fogs your very sense of self. You were his lover, his toy, his newest conquest, his slave, his best friend - everything from in and outside of the session mingled in your mind and all you were sure of was that you were nearly sated. All the hunger and need and curiosity and desire was coming to a head and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Heat cradles your head as you drool and babble.

“Don’t fight it,” you aren’t sure if he says the words or if you just understand the look on his face. “By the seas, you’re blissed the fuck out right now. Don’t hold back, let it rip you apart and pass through you.”

No one is in your hands as your fingers flex shut tightly. Tears stream down your face as you shake your head and sob. The pleasure is so overwhelming you’re almost afraid of it, but you’re surrounded by people who won’t let you stay drowned, no matter how much it pulls you under.

You relax into the crescendo and scream as the euphoria lights your body on fire. It’s a primal sound, something like a growl and the sort of groan that vibrates your ribs. In any other setting it would sound ridiculous, but now it just marks the lack of control you have as you’re forced to feel so much at once. The shiver in your limbs and the way your body roils despite being tied and held down were all involuntary - there was no control within your grasp.

You lost all sense of time in the thick swell of pleasure. You only know that if you did pass out it wasn’t for long, you could see Heat watching you, and there was no escape from the harsh euphoria as Kid made sure to fuck every twitch and whimper out of you before finally showing mercy.

Using the Cradle’s design, Heat raises the backboard up just enough to sit you up a little as Kid pulls free from your throbbing holes. There’s a proud smile on his face, and he caresses your cheek with his hand.

“Good job, Mouse.” He says, bringing your hazy gaze toward his eyes gently.

“Good job, Mouse.” You murmur in response. You want him to know you’re at least conscious, but you can’t think of any other words at the moment and so you just repeat what he’s said.

“You’re really out of it,” he says with a soft chuckle. Compo and someone else undo the binds at your ankles, rubbing your legs and slowly bringing them down.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.” Kid promises, pulling you into his arms and cradling you against his chest. “You did real good.”

“Did good.” You repeat, giving him an exhausted smile.

“Yeah.” He kisses your forehead moving away from the crew as they get to work cleaning and breaking down the session.

Kid took you to his private bath, cleaning you up carefully and checking in on you as you slowly came back to your senses. He reassured you that you weren’t just a piece of meat, and that he loved you in so many different ways.

Aftercare was the only time he used that word, and it was the only time you said it back.

[eustassslut]

Hi, I'm in love with your hcs about Kid Pirates (both au and not)! I wanted to ask you if you think that they would also f*ck or have romantic intercourse with each other. And if someone of them got into a serious relationship with someone outside of the crew (or gang for the au) how the other members would act around them? They will accept them immediately?

thank you so much for the praise anon <3

i think the Kid Pirates 100% sleep with each other. it obviously depends on each members' individual sexual preferences and who they're attracted to, but most of them have slept with each other at least once.

everyone is romantically involved with each other in some way and some of them are probably in polyamorous relationships with each other. Heat for example has something going on with Wire, Haikei and Emma. then Emma has something going on with Quincy and Gig. even the members who are in relationships with each other can sometimes be seen flirting or making out with other members (consensually of course, cheaters are not welcome). Killer is involved in a pretty serious relationship with Kid but is often spotted flirting with Hip and Bubblegum.

however, if a crew member is in a relationship and they decide with their partner they want to be purely monogamous then the entire crew respects that opinion and does not overstep the boundary. the Kid Pirates are a crew who love each other in so many different ways, that goes beyond just being coworkers. they love, trust and respect each other.

now if a crew member got into a serious relationship with someone outside of their little family (both gang au or not), i can see that person getting very mixed reactions. the Kid Pirates are a big family who are united through shared traumas of being seen as different and outcasts so it takes most of them a while to adjust to suddenly having someone new hanging out with them. some of them warm up to strangers fast (Dive, Moai, House.) and others can take ages to accept a stranger (Disc J, Mosh, Jaguar) or wait until they've felt the stranger has proven themselves (Killer, Pomp). but since they're a family, they will always prioritise trying to accept this new stranger in a fairly respective and civil way for the benefit of their fellow member. the last thing they want is to accidentally scare off someone's partner when there's no need for it.

[joy-girl]

One Piece 1133 // Robin and Saul's reunion 🥹❤️

Bonus reaction:

[atomikats]

despite everything ‼️

[kurapika-r]

Robin & Saul | One Piece Chapter 1133

[beif0ngs]

Hey, Saul... Aren’t you gonna praise me for being alive?

Dereshishishi! Of course I am!! A kid like you against the whole wide world?! You did great staying alive, Robin!! 22 LONG YEARS!! THANK YOU FOR SURVIVING!! I’m so glad we’re able to meet again after all this time...!!

[panicawa]

Reunited

[kuravix]

NOT ONLY DID SHE CUT HER HAIR SHE CHANGED INTO A DRESS SIMILAR TO THE ONE SHE WORE AS A CHILD WHEN SHE MET SAUL

^^^VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF ME READING THIS CHAPTER I LOVE ROBIN I LOVE HER BEING HAPPY

[denim-wizard]

Sanji vs homerotic relationships with big cat coded men

[punks-never-die205]

Been thinking about this lately but, which of the Kid pirates do you think has the highest alcohol tolerance? How many shots of whiskey can they do?

I feel like Wire would only get 3-4 shots in before he falls over and starts french kissing the floor.

XD

I think their tolerances are higher than we'd expect. Pirating life does that to you, especially since low-level grog/ale would have less sanitary worries over the long haul than water.

But that's maybe a bit too much logistical realism in our funny pirate anime.

I think 3-4 shots is enough to get everyone chill. A couple people tipsy. 5-6 shots and there's drunk laughter scattering about even though nothing really funny was actually said.

7 shots and maybe Bubblegum is wearing a pretty pink bonnet and getting the other crew members to call him pretty. Because of his bonnet.

8 shots and a good bit of the crew (Mosh, Pomp, UK, Gig, REck, Papas and Compo) are starting a mosh pit, except there's no music and it turns into a game of duck, duck, goose.

9 shots and Heat's drawing his tattoo design on Wire with grease crayons, and Wire's letting him. Quincy is pulling small arms out of her hat and Hip and Hop are just clear headed enough to confirm that all the bullets were removed earlier.

10 shots in and Kid is looking a little regretful, but he's not going to admit it yet, and Moai and Jaguar are out - they keep stopping and starting Row, Row, Row Your Boat and mixing it up with In The Hall of the Mountain King.

11 shots and nothing changes, but a few duck, duck, goose players are asleep.

12 shots in and Kid is telling Killer how pretty his eyes are, but Killer's still wearing his mask. He's respond, but he actually fell asleep just after the 10th shot and no one noticed.

13 shots in, it's just House and Emma, but House concedes, because in all their years as a crew, no one has out drank Emma, and hardly showing signs of being tipsy as it is.

[eustassslut]

Body modifications for Kid Pirates and fanon characters! Who's got them, who's giving them, and how was the experience? I imagine their are a couple of tattoo artists and piercers on the Victoria but who has the most interesting story either giving or receiving 🤣

these are very very good questions that you're asking, and i have so many headcanons about this

Kid Pirates who has body modifications/piercings/tattoos:

Kid - helix, industrial, orbital and lobe piercings in his ears, really wants a dick piercing

Heat - all of his stitches on his body are tattoos and has industrial and helix piercings in both ears

Emma - had a body modification done so she can have elf ears and 6 piercings in each ear, also the Kid Pirates jolly roger on her left hip

Hop - nipple and ear piercings, also a book quote tattoo above her chest

Quincy - is a trained piercer and has lip, eyebrow, bellybutton and nose piercings

UK - nose piercings and stretched earlobes from plugs which he forgets to put in

Noe - dick, tongue and ear piercings, also has a tramp-stamp tattoo of his name (he doesn't know why, he was drunk)

Gig - body modification in the form of an eye tattoo in his left eye so its a different colour (red) and tattoos of different guitars on each knuckle

Bubblegum - ear and collar bone piercings, knuckle tattoos spelling his name and a bubblegum packet

Wire - dick and tongue piercings (Wire, Haikei and Noe all got tongue piercings together) and his brothers' names tattooed on his right arm

Compo - has 1.5cm plugs in both his ears and various tattoos on both arms (including a drawing Dive made of him)

Oscar - eye tattoos on both eyes to make his pupils white

Papas - has 2cm plugs and a tattoo of a tortoise on his back

Haikei - lip and tongue piercings, is a trained tattoo artist with multiple tattoos which he designed (including a bad drawing of a dick on his actual dick) and lets Dive design him new tattoos

Moai - simple ear piercings

Reck - has the name of his old band tattooed on his upper back

Boogie - ear and collarbone piercings and a small tattoo of the Kid Pirates' jolly roger on his right shoulder

Jaguar - has a large tattoo of a panda playing the guitar on his left thigh and his old boxing name tattooed across his collarbone

Kid Pirates who don't have any of the above:

Dive - hasn't expressed an interest in piercings yet, is also forbidden from getting tattoos or changing her body until she's at least 16

Hip - afraid of needles but wants ear piercings or a small tattoo of a dragonfly soon

House - as the crew's doctor, she has dealt with too many horror stories to want anything done beyond ear piercings

Killer - just isn't interested, but came to this decision by also witnessing most of these horror stories

Mosh - hasn't gotten around to getting anything done yet

Pomp - thinks he already looks cool enough and that he's too old to do modify his body with anything

who has the most interesting stories:

Haikei - he woke up one day hung over and panicked over why his dick hurt so bad. he sprinted to find House, demanding she take a look at it to find out why it hurt so bad. Haikei was convinced it was a STD and poor House had to inspect Haikei's penis until she spotted the awful drawing of a dick. to this day he has no explanation as to why he did that to himself when he had barely drunk anything compared to normal (it was a whole vodka bottle).

Quincy - who got punched in the face when piercing Bubblegum's collarbones because they weren't expecting the pain to be so bad, despite Quincy reminding Bubblegum how low their pain tolerance is.

UK - sneezed when he got his nose piercings and got snot on the person he paid to pierce him. the sneeze also meant he didn't get one of his piercings in the place he wanted it.

[joy-girl]

One Piece 392 // One Piece 1133

[torao-d-water-ya]

One Piece Chapter 1131

Brb crying actual legit tears right now-

Is that a Frobin moment? That's a Frobin moment.

Only Oda sensei can send you into a proper emotional crisis just by giving his character bangs. Frobin moment +1

Bonus: This was adorable.

[random-jot]

I hadn't seem a direct comparison about this yet, but I can't be the only one who twigged how similar these two scenes were right? Honestly been thinking about this ever since Whole Cake.

[idontknowanametouse]

Look, I get why people don't like how very few characters in One Piece die. I get it, ok?

But the thing is: how many times have you cried? Much more than the number of significative deaths, right?

Oda doesn't need to kill a character to make you feel lots of emotion and cry. And I think that's beautiful.

Think of Zoro saying he'll never lose again. Nami asking for help. Luffy yelling she is his nakama. Chopper seeing the cherry blossoms. Vivi's farewell. Robin saying she wants to live. Merry's goodbye. Usopp saying he's sorry. Zoro's "nothing happened". Brook playing Binks' Sake. The separation in Sabaody. Jinbei's speech to Luffy after Marineford. Sanji and Luffy's fight. Sanji saying he wants to go back to Sunny. Nami affirming Luffy will be King of Pirates. Sanji asking for Robin's help. Gear 5. Momonosuke and Wano's farewell. Bonney seeing Kuma's memories. Robin learning Saul is alive. Bonney's Gear 5. Emet and Joyboy.

It's just so impactful. It doesn't have to kill to be impactful. It just is.

[sabo-torao]

honestly the best reunion i could have ever asked for. i will now cry over these panels for all eternity