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Marooned: Chapter 47

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: mention of sexual situations, lite trauma

Confessions of a (Grown Ass Man) Drama Queen

For the entire next day, you slept. Kid and Killer had taken you back to the ship and cleaned you up after waking up in a sticky mess with you, Wire, and Heat. The following day, you woke up while it was still dark. You were in the captain's quarters, but Kid wasn't around, neither was Killer. Still feeling a bit... crusty, you decided to shower off. When you were done, you tried rousing Mini to no avail. She would not be woken easily, so you let her sleep and went to the infirmary.

You weren't really trying to sneak around. You were trying not to wake anyone up who still might be sleeping, including Kid if he was in his workshop. Hushed voices caught your attention and you couldn't help but eavesdrop. 

"Kil, what do I do?"

"What do you mean? It sounds like you already spilled the beans."

"What if she doesn't remember? What if she DOES remember?"

"Is this why you've had trouble sleeping?" Killer sighed. "Well, did you mean it? Or was it just the heat of the moment?

"Both?" Kid paused. "Yer feelin the same ain't ya?"

Killer took a while to respond and your ears strained to hear his answer. "More or less... I'm not ready to go there yet."

Your ears got hot and your palms got sweaty. The memory of the other night came back to you. Wasn't this what you wanted? You were overwhelmed at the thought. You had never experienced this feeling with one person, let alone two. Truly, you thought Killer would say it before Kid, not to mention, you never expected that either would say it in that context, or maybe even at all. Kid hated you in the beginning. Though they do say that love and hate are two sides of the same coin, and when Kid had feelings, they were usually impulsive and strong.

Suddenly, you felt very guilty about what you were doing. You went back to the entry, opening and shutting the door loud enough for them to hear. "Good morning, gentlemen." You walked into view, leaning against the doorframe to the adjoining room. They looked mildly startled, but were nonchalant. You tried your best to appear cool, like you hadn't heard anything.

"Well if it isn't our sleepy little cumpling."

You blinked. Cumpling? "I hate that." 

"What! Cum dumpling? I thought it was kinda cute," Killer pouted. 

"She prefers cum dump," Kid snickered.

"I do not." You added, "I'm rescinding my greeting and would like to replace it with 'Good morning, assholes'."

"Aw don't be like that. We had such a good time two days ago."

"You mean yesterday?"

"Nah you slept a long time, doll."

"Oh. Well, fuck." You glanced outside to see that it was still dark out. "And you guys aren't still sleeping because?"

Kid's face turned pink. 

"I've gotta start breakfast." Killer left, but not before pointedly elbowing his friend.

"I was uh... working on something for ya." Kid rifled around his workbench looking for whatever it was. 

He presented you with a metal bracer. It was fairly plain and a bit thicker than you would expect for something like that. It was very high quality metal, however, which you only knew because Kid taught you how to recognize it. You looked at it and back to Kid, questioningly. 

"It's, um, nice." 

"I said I would make ya something useful, didn't I?"

"I believe your exact words were something along the lines of: I'll make ya something that will blow your tits off." You looked down. "They're still attached." You grinned at him.

Kid huffed, bringing the item to you and using his power to put it around your forearm. "I would have made it more decorative but the whole point is that ya can mold it into whatever ya want. I thought for a while about what would suit ya, but I've seen ya pick up just about anything and yer able to fight with it, so why would I restrict ya to one thing. Ya use your fruit or yer weapon, but with this ya can use both at once." Kid added. "A snake has two fangs, aye?" He pointed to your holstered gunblade and your new addition.

You were impressed that Kid put that much thought into it. It was smart. This way you wouldn't have to look for raw materials to convert. It glowed a soft yellow as you played around with it. First, you made it into a sword, metal crawling down the back of your hand into a long, flat blade. It was still attached to the bracer, leaving your hand free. Simple enough. Next, you changed it again into claws coming from your fingertips, into brass knuckles, into a gauntlet. Then, the metal coated your arm, mimicking Kid's. 

"I'm you." You showed it off. "Wait." You used your fruit to make your hair red and spiky, and matched your facial scars to his. "Now, I'm you."

"Pf. My tits are bigger."

You quirked an eyebrow. You hadn't tried body modification in that way before. You laughed, at the same time making your boobs bigger. "This is so stupid." You made the best impression of Kid's scowl that you could and impersonated him. "Yer a pain in the ass, Rotten."

"Is it wrong that this is turnin me on a wee bit?" Kid took a step toward you, hands outstretched and making grabbing motions. 

"Fucking narcissist." You changed yourself back to normal, minus one thing, well, two things. When Kid's hands touched your chest, it was flat. 

Kid made a pouting face, hands full of nothing. "HAH?!"

"Would you look at that? You did blow them off," you said, cackling. 

"Put them back!" Kid sounded slightly concerned, "You can put them back, right?" 

"What? Am I only a walking pair of tits to you?" This time, you actually returned to your normal appearance.

"No!" He couldn't help himself, reaching out to grab one anyway. 

You knocked his hand away and backed up. "Say three things you like about me, then."

"Mouth, pussy, ass." Kid smirked. "Not necessarily in that order."

You blocked a few more of his attempts, backing away from him, before it escalated into him chasing you around the workshop. It helped that you were smaller and faster than him, and that he wasn't using his devil fruit to grab you. Every time he got closer to catching you, you giggled. He was close to catching you. It probably would piss him off, but you jumped and slid over his workbench, scattering tools and papers to the ground. You righted yourself and rounded on him, forming a sword with your bracer again. It clanged against his metal arm as he parried. Neither of you moved, pressing against each other with equal strength. He didn't look pissed though. He was laughing, too. Both of you were catching your breath.

"Tsk. I don't think you're telling the truth, Captain." You felt his force waver ever so slightly. Internally, you smirked. 

"Get over yourself." Kid forced you back. "Looks like a draw."

"I heard what you said the other night." Your eye bored into his and you waited for the inevitable hesitation in his push, using it to force him back against the bench.

Kid stumbled backwards, falling onto the flat surface. "H-Hold on." Kid pushed himself upon his elbows.

You walked until you were flush with his knees, pushing them apart to settle between his thighs hanging off the table's edge. Your power returned your sword to the bracer and also lowered the height of the table, so that you could bend over him. You licked your lips, grabbing his meaty thighs. 

Kid bit his lip. Were you referring to that? What if you weren't and he outed himself accidentally. Whatever the case, his mouth was running dry with you staring down at him like you were. His face was going cherry red as you picked up one of his thighs and rested it on your shoulder. "Remind me what I said." This way there would be no confusion. And even if you didn't return the feeling, at least he might get to hear it from your lips just once. He could pretend. 

You snickered, hand running up and down his thigh. It was hot, seeing him flustered like this. Maybe he would be open to trying something like this in the future. A thought popped into your head: Could I.... give myself a dick?. This wasn't the time to think about possibilities. No. You had to focus on embarrassing Kid as much as possible. 

You kissed the inside of his knee and leaned down until your lips nearly brushed his ear. Shockingly, he was flexible enough for you to keep his thigh on your shoulder as you did so. "I love ya." When you pulled back slightly to see his face, you were taken by the softness in it. You meant to tease him and gloat about it. This face though, it changed your mind. You cleared your throat. "That's what you said." You looked from his eyes to his lips and back. "I didn't say it."

Kid's eyes flicked the same way yours did, from your lips back to your eyes. "Ya just did."

Before you had a chance to protest or argue that you were just repeating what he said and most certainly did not say it of your own volition, Kid had pulled you down into a kiss. It was soft, not like the hungry, rough ones you were used to with him. Your lips moved slowly against his, alternating between kissing his top and bottom lip. You had released his thigh to instead grab his face, a hand on each side. You hadn't consciously done it. He sucked on your bottom lip, though didn't use teeth or slip his tongue in your mouth. This wasn't a sexual kiss, it was a sensual one, a romantic one. You pulled away and found that you both had a hard time looking each other straight in the face. You let go of the fact that you were simply repeating what he had said, unwillingly to take it back now. 

"We should go-" You started.

"Go get breakfast, yeah." Kid finished.

Somehow, this clarification of feelings, left you both more confused than ever. Neither of you could look at each other. Neither of you knew how to act. This was uncharted territory for you, and somewhat for him as well. You silently cleaned Kid's lipstick smears from each other before leaving, hesitating by the door, awkwardly staring at each other's hand, wondering if you should hold it or not. Was that something you were supposed to do now? What were you supposed to do now?

Breakfast was weird. You sat with the girls for the first time in a while. Quincy teased you, asking if you and Kid had been fighting again. Killer asked a similar question to Kid. You both replied the same thing: "Worse." Quincy and Killer were equally baffled by what that could mean. Especially since neither of you were angry or in a bad mood. In fact, you both seemed to be in anxiously happy. 

This would be the last night on the island. Naturally, everyone was making plans to go out. The daytime was for unfinished errands. The nighttime was for unfinished debauchery. You didn't have any particular errands to do, so you focused on plans for that night. The obvious thing would be to go out with Kid and Killer. Obviously you were avoiding that because of this morning's events. Killer was fine. Kid would be with him though. You asked Heat, but Heat was going to see Jade again, as he had the prior night. Apparently they had taken a liking to each other. You even asked Wire. He wasn't going out. He had routes to plot. The girls were going back to the brothel you had no interest in. So it looked like you would be stuck with Kid and Killer, or you could go by yourself. 

The night started slow. You were at a low-key bar, people-watching and drinking a beer. Unlike the other night, you weren't in the mood to fight, so you were toned down, wearing your regular clothes. Minerva kept you company, lying on the floor next to you. She scared away anyone that you didn't. When that got old, you walked around the streets. The hairs on the back of your neck abruptly stood up with the feeling that you were being watched. Despite that, you scanned the crowd and saw nothing. It was probably nothing. Your observation haki was shit anyway. 

You ran into a few crewmates in the street and in the bars. You were walking amongst the people when you felt it again. You looked at Minerva. She didn't seem concerned with anything, her ears flicking around and her snout twitching to scent the air. You had Mini wait at one of the buildings and walked down an alleyway. If you were being tailed, they would take the opportunity to have you out of sight and alone. Sure enough, someone came in shortly after. Minerva blocked the opening of the alley, leaving no escape route. With one fluid motion, you had the person up against the wall with your blade at their neck. You let your eye adjust.

"Emma, what the fuck?" You let her go.

"I didn't want to shout over the crowd."

Yeah that checks out. "That was stupid. What if I killed you?"

"Then I'd be dead." 

You deadpanned each other. "What do you want?"

"Everyone else is hanging downtown. Come join."

One of the more lively bars in town was packed with Kid Pirates, you even saw Heat with Jade. You weren't actually sure if it was lively normally or if it was like this because of the Kid Pirates. Before you were able to check out the rest of your surroundings, Quincy grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the dance floor, placing a drink into your other hand. You took a sip and curled your lip, pouring the rest into Mini's mouth when Quincy wasn't looking and discarding the glass. You spotted Pomp with a better looking drink and snagged it from his table as you passed. Letting Quincy lead you in a dance that had no relation to the music at all, you nursed your drink until you spotted Killer sitting by himself. You pulled away from Quincy, much to her dismay and headed in his direction. You were just about at the booth when Kid slid into a seat. Turning on your foot, you went to the bar instead, tossing the rest of your drink back.

"So what the fuck is up with you two?" Killer sipped his beer through a straw. He saw you avoid them. 

"Nothing." Kid mumbled, staring into his drink.

"She remembered?"

"Yeah."

"Ok and?" Killer prompted for more information. 

Kid remained tight-lipped. 

"Fuck's sake. I've never seen you stop talking for this long." 

"Shut up, Killer!" Kid growled. Adding more softly, "She said it back... sort of."

"That's good, isn't it?" Killer was puzzled by your behavior. "Why are you avoiding each other now?"

"What do we do now?" Kid had never gotten this far in the way of feelings and neither had you. 

"What do you mean? I would think you'd both be in the bathroom fucking each other silly." Killer stared at his friend. "So you can be in a flat-out orgy together just fine, but you're too chickenshit to dance together? Is that it?" Killer watched as Heat and Jade came out of the bathroom, speaking of. Heat's pants were on backwards. 

"It changes things." 

"It really doesn't."

Kid huffed, leaning back and chugging the rest of his beer. He snapped at one of the waiters for another. 

You returned to the floor after a few shots at the bar. That was all the liquid courage you needed to start dancing. You started with Quincy and Emma then the shifting crowd deposited you near Heat and Jade. You and Jade put Heat in a sandwich, grinding on him from the front and the back. That fucking dog reeked of pussy, and his pants were backwards. Your lips curled into a smirk. Good for them. Your eye caught Killer's and you beckoned him over. He shook his head. You made a fake pout. He shook his head again. You gave him a thumbs down and stuck your tongue out. You danced by yourself for a while, very nearly drunk. You backed into someone, someone large. You didn't bother to see who it was. You didn't care what his face looked like in this state, as long as he was big. And you were planning on finding that out quickly with the way your body moved against his. He cleared his throat. You turned slightly, recognizing your captain. 

You jumped off him and spun around to be face to face instead of ass to dick. "Oh fuck."  You both stared at each other silently.

Kid was several beers and one shot in, enough to work up some courage. "Dance with me." He said it like a command, but the inflection was that of a question. 

You stepped toward him, grabbing onto his shirt. You were too short to put your hands around his neck without it looking stupid. It took him a minute to realize you responded affirmatively. He placed his hands on your hips lightly, as if he thought he was going to get burned by touching you. Both of you were stiff, not really dancing so much as walking in weird patterns and spinning around, like those spinning cup rides at an amusement park. You stumbled over your own feet and Kid snickered. You swatted his chest. That seemed to loosen you both up and soon you were dancing like two normal people, maybe even with the rhythm. Kid's soft amber eyes were on you affectionately, making your heart pound. You were sure you had a blush, too. Kid bent down and you met him on tiptoes to kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Killer joined you both, "Finally." 

You both flicked him off, but let him in to dance. He made it easier to relax. You were between them, alternating between grinding on one and kissing the other. It escalated from somewhat tame to obscene in a relatively short time. Kid pushed some poor guy and his date out of the way and pulled you and Killer into the bathroom behind him. The tile on the floor was digging into your knees as you gave Killer head, using your hand to jerk Kid off at the same time. Every so often you would switch. There were plenty of angry knocks at the door from people who actually had to use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Kid was quick to tell them to fuck off. Honestly they should be grateful you guys weren't just doing this in the open. 

You emerged from the bathroom wiping the corners of your mouth followed by Kid and Killer. You winked at the first person in line. At this point the bar was dying down, so the Kid Pirates made the decision to head back to the ship. You grabbed another shot to act as a chaser for your bathroom activities and walked outside while the other two hung back to round everyone up. Minerva followed you out and the two of you walked toward the ship. 

There were still a fair amount of people out. There was a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe I overdid it. A chill went down your spine and the hairs on your arms and neck went up. It was that feeling again. But you knew Emma was still inside. Something was definitely off. Your heart was beating a a fast pace and all you could hear was blood rushing in your ears. Bile started to rise in your throat. You scanned the crowd, still slowly walking. Your body was having a visceral reaction to this presence. Abruptly you felt it, you turned and your breath caught in your throat. Piercing yellow eyes were staring at you. It was him. You saw his face. You saw his white hair. It was unmistakably him. You bent over and retched, but when you looked back he was gone.

You were shaking. You wanted to run but you couldn't. Your hand was buried in Minerva's fur to steady yourself. She was uneasy because you were uneasy, but of course she wouldn't recognize his scent, since she wasn't with you at that time. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

"Hey. Whoa. Are you alright?" It was Killer. "Did you have too much to drink?" You looked pale, like you were about to pass out. 

"K-K-Kil. I saw him. He's here." 

"Who?"

"Warthin."

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Marooned: Chapter 46

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: 1% plot, aphrodisiac use, no holes barred, group sex/orgy, lite kink (bit of shibari, bit of breeding, degradation, praise, domination), sex workers

I'm pretty proud that I could write this much smut; sorry it took so long!

Doing Business

Kid was getting impatient. A minute ago he had half a dozen women fawning over him and now he had just one. Don't get him wrong, she was super hot. But why did the rest all run off to Y/N? It seemed the rest of the crew was dealing with the same problem, though none of them seemed to mind. One pretty lady in their lap at a time was enough to keep them occupied. If he was gonna pay good money, he wanted the full experience. He was soon distracted by barely contained tits in his face as the woman hand-fed him. Kid had told the madame that he wanted to be treated like the Pirate King, after all, he would be in due time. 

You were ushered into one of the back rooms by what felt like hundreds of hands and excited giggles. The woman you knew as Jade held your hands in hers seated across from each other on luxurious stools. She kissed both of your cheeks and had tear streaks down her own even though she was clearly happy. You were honestly surprised at yourself for remembering her name. Your paths crossed very briefly when you had attacked the ship her and some other women were being held captive on. There wasn't supposed to be any 'merchandise' on the ship, but they had failed to offload the cargo when they didn't get a fair offer from the skin trader. The only one that was inadvertently hurt was Jade. Her hip had been crushed by falling debris and you had to carry her off the ship. You had done your best to set it but there wasn't much you could do for her. At the next safe island, you had made sure they had a place to stay for a few nights and helped them as much as you could before setting off. 

"I knew you weren't gone! They kept saying you were dead but I didn't believe it for a second." Jade gestured at the rest of the girls who were knelt down or standing near you. "These are some of the other women you've set free, either the same night as me or from different places. They all seem to find me somehow." 

"I was gone for some time, just stranded on an island. The pirates I came here with rescued me." You left out the bit where you tried to kill each other. "I don't understand. Why are you all still doing... this? I thought you would all return home or find work that you actually enjoy." 

Jade laughed. "Yeah we get that a lot. It's different. We work for ourselves now. Some of us did this sort of thing before we were captured and some of us were taken so young we don't have any other marketable skills." Jade paused. "We can choose our own clients and we can turn anyone we want down. And what's not to like, especially when clients look like your pals out there. We're completely free to make our own decisions. Thanks to you."

"Any decent person would do the same thing. There's a lack of decent people in the world is all." 

"So if you're with them," she gestured in your crewmate's direction, "have you stopped the whole Sea Snake thing?"

"Course not." Seeing these women made you more resolute in your personal mission. 

Jade smiled. "Good." 

A thought occurred to you. You could help Jade more than you had those some odd years ago now that you had a Devil Fruit. "Hey. I have some new abilities. Would you like it if I fixed your hip? Correctly this time."

She happily accepted and made a few more requests on behalf of her girls when you explained your power. When you were done, Jade no longer limped, and her and her girls were free of the slave marks that marred their skin. You had also noticed that a few of the girls had matching tattoos.

"What with the snake tattoos?"

"Oh! You didn't make the connection?" According to Jade, they were in honor of you, just as the club itself was, hence the name and the entrance decor.

It was a bit embarrassing. You didn't feel like you were special enough to be praised in this manner. You did what was right.

Jade stretched her newly healed leg and walked around on it. "This is incredible. I haven't walked without pain in so long." You winced knowing that it was your fault. She must have noticed. "Please don't feel bad. A little wince is better than being traded like meat." A smug grin crept across Jade's face. "I haven't been able to be on top in ages." She turned to you. "Say, which one of your comrades wouldn't mind giving this hip a test drive?" 

"Probably any of them, but if you want to be on top, probably the masked blonde one or the gray-blue-haired one. Sorry, I forgot you knew their names, Killer or Heat."

She nodded. "Girls, treat Y/N to some relaxation." She pointed to a few other girls. "You come with me. You've kept our guests waiting long enough." 

You were whisked away yet again to another chamber, this time with a bath. The girls stripped you down and languidly lathered you up, taking their time, not allowing you to lift a finger. All you had to do was lay back and relax. Their touch was gentle, every now and then their fingers grazed are sensitive areas seemingly by accident, but it was all part of the experience. They put you in a silk robe and led you into a chamber with a large bed. The light was low, lit only by hundreds of candles. The scent was foreign to you, yet very pleasant. You already felt relaxed from the warm bath. Next, each girl was stationed at a different part of you, rubbing massage oil into your skin with skilled hands. An interesting shot was offered to you in a small glass, a special tincture to help you relax. You let your head fall back as they worked every muscle with increasing pressure. There was even someone at your head massaging your scalp. You felt someone put something soft over your closed eyes. What they neglected to let you in on was that this was the aphrodisiac room, where everything was carefully crafted to heighten and entice your senses, the candles, the massage oil, the food, even the material of the sheets. You hadn't begun to feel the effects yet, currently feeling like you were melting into the bed itself. 

Elsewhere, Wire was allowing himself to give up control, being patient as his body was contorted and bound by silk rope. Every knot made his dick twitch. The girls were more than happy to stroke him or give him a kitten lick as a tease. When they were satisfied that he was begging hard enough, they would allow him a release. However, currently, they were keen on touching each other in front of him, not allowing him any touch or taste. Blood rushed to his cock, making it stand at full attention. It was harder than he knew for the girls to resist touching such an impressive member. His usual self would want them in his position, he would want them to beg. He rarely allowed himself the opportunity to play the other role. Any movement of his hips or flex of his muscles made the ropes dig harder into his skin. 

"His cock is so desperate for us. Look at it weeping." One of the girls blew air across it, making Wire shiver. "You want us to touch it so badly don't you. What kind of pathetic man would grovel to two whores?" 

He clenched his teeth to stifle a whine. Wire's cock ached from the absence of touch. He watched as the girls took turns tasting each other, cumin on each others' tongues. One of the girls took her own slick and wiped it down his shaft in one stroke. He let the groan out this time. More pre-cum leaked from him. He was in a kneeling position on the bed with his thighs spread apart. Another of the girls backed her cunt up to him without touching him. He could feel the warmth though, and he hissed as the ropes dug into him again, instinctively trying to rut against her. The other girl dove her fingers into her partner, demonstrating her wetness by eliciting squelches from her pussy. She removed her fingers and held her open so Wire could get a good look at the glistening pink walls. 

"Please. Touch me. Use me to get off." Wire gave in. "I-I want to be..."

"What do you want?"

"I want to be your sex toy." 

It would have been embarrassing how quickly he came when he was finally sheathed within one of them, but he didn't care because it felt so good and because he was hard again soon after. 

In the next room, Heat was sticky. One after the other, girls took turns riding his face. Heat loved eating pussy, so it was no wonder what he wanted to do with his time. his face was coated in the various combined juices of his partners. He licked his lips and groaned. The sweet, metallic taste of pussy clung to his tongue. He had cum a few times without his cock even being touched, gooey white stripes were scattered on his belly. Using it as a lubricant, one of the girls ground her center against his abdomen. Another was riding his thigh. Heat was a giver. He got off on getting other people off. He loved watching the pleasure take over another's features while they used him. He loved feeling the wetness against his skin or his tongue.

Usually, he enjoyed being degraded. Today, however, he was being praised, and by the Madame herself, who had joined in late. He was being such a good boy for them, letting them use him however they pleased. They praised his tongue for how perfectly it lapped up their juices. They praised his lips and how they expertly worked their clits. His thighs were so muscular and fit to be ridden. His hands were rough and wonderfully calloused in a way that felt exquisite against their skin, brushing against their nipples and squeezing their breasts. They saved his cock for last, the Madame stood on the balls of her feet, guiding herself up and down his shaft, while another girl stifled his moans with her cunt. They rode him like a tandem bike until he couldn't last any longer. 

Killer was enjoying himself down the hall. He had wanted to try this with you and Kid sometime, but hadn't gotten around to it, though he was pretty sure you would both be into it. He was balls deep in one of the girls, while the other was balls deep in him, with a strap-on of course. He could have cum several times by now, though he stopped himself from getting too close.  He had the first girl's knees next to her ears, bending her in half. She hadn't stopped wailing since he started. These kinds of days were a dream, the ones where the girls thought they should be the ones paying for a service for how good they were getting fucked.  

Killer's hips stuttered as he got close again. The feeling of getting fucked himself was almost too much. He was feeling pleasure from both sides as the girl behind him, rammed into his sweet spot. He had to stop. He didn't want to finish yet. Killer was used to being the giver, today, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be the one cumming over and over again. He let go of his self-control, pumping straight through his orgasm, allowing himself to cum. He let out a guttural moan as he was fucked from behind until he saw stars, spilling his seed until it leaked from around where his cock was buried.

They allowed him no rest as he was pushed onto his back. The girl with the strap puled out during the rearrangement, and slowly pushed the silicone cock back into Killer, causing another small spurt of cum to leak from his tip. Her hand smeared it down his cock as she started pumping it back to life. He wanted to cum over and over again and that's exactly what he was going to get.

Kid, ever the problem child, grew more and more frustrated. He had several girls to accompany him, at the moment two were taking turns sucking his cock. It had been half-hard the entire time. He hadn't even drank that much, so what gives? He demanded more girls, with little improvement. He was being pampered with any number of techniques. Some nipple play here, some asshole teasing there, and still his cock refused to stand tall. It wasn't the girls. They were all quite stunning, each in her own unique way. He knew why it was like this, and couldn't admit it to himself. 

Only when he let his eyes close, and pretend that it was you who was touching him, did his erection grow. He had to pretend it was your tight cunt wrapped around his cock when one of the girls was riding him. He had to pretend it was you who was stroking him or touching him. He had to pretend it was you when he fucked them. And he had to pretend it was you to cum. But it wasn't satisfying. He had to have the real thing. 

Kid begrudgingly got up. He tugged his pants on but left everything else on the floor. He walked in the direction that your collar alerted him to, pausing briefly to listen in to the other rooms. Everyone else could enjoy themselves freely. Why couldn't he? It wasn't fair. This was something completely new to him. Never had he been like this. He nearly bowled over the Madame, who had slipped into the hallway. 

"Something wrong? Were my girls not satisfactory?"

"Nah. They were fine."

She studied his face. "But they weren't what you wanted, or rather, who you wanted, were they?" She had seen it enough times to know.

Kid frowned. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Kid frowned even more.

"Have you told her how you feel?"

"And say what?!" This was so stupid. Talking about this in a whorehouse with the head whore. "That I haven't been able to get her dumb face out of my head since I first saw her? That she's so fucking annoying she makes my stomach hurt? That she makes me insane when she does stupid shit that might kill her? Those aren't feelings!" Kid released a breath. It felt good to say something out loud. He hoped no one had heard it though.

"You're right. Those aren't feelings." She held up one finger. "It's one feeling."

"That's not-! I don't-!" Kid stepped past her. "Where's Y/N?" Kid turned and growled. "UNRELATED!" 

"Very end of the hallway." The Madame smiled a knowing smile. How lucky you were to have someone so passionate. She walked to the back room, where the girls hung out or recovered and freshened up. She walked through to another back room filled with tools and props. Someone had left out the ingredients for their infamous Snake Venom shot, a powerful aphrodisiac, except there was a lot less of the active ingredient left in the bottle than there should have been. Whoever mixed it must have not been paying attention and doubled the amount. It was perfectly safe to ingest, but it was no wonder you hadn't come out of the back room yet. It was going to take a while for the effects to wear off. 

Kid huffed and stomped down the hallway, stopping at the end. He pressed his ear against the door. There was a lot of whimpering and whining behind it, maybe even... crying? It was enough for Kid to step in. Whatever scene lay in front of him, he could never have conjured in his head. You were lying across dark sheets with a silk robe falling off your body, which was bare underneath. He could see that your skin was coated in sweat and your entire body was trembling. There was a blindfold over your eyes and the girls surrounding you were teasing you with feathers or ice cubes against your sensitive skin. There were soft, loose restraints holding your wrists and ankles to keep you from flailing too much. Your thighs rubbed against each other as much as the restraints allowed and your back arched off the bed with frustration. The girls didn't give into your pleads to be touched, hence the tear streaked cheeks that Kid could see from the doorway.

"Please. I want- I want-"

"What is it?" One of the girls giggled.

"G-gimme my boys." You panted. "They'll h-help m-me."

"What a coincidence. One of your boys just walked in."

Kid felt himself be pushed towards you, the door slamming behind him. He was pushed until his knees touched the edge of the bed, amber eyes devouring your erotic form. A girl took his hand and spread it on your thigh. The rough skin of his palm elicited a moan that went straight to his groin. A moan like that just from one small touch? His eyes drifted to the sheets below you and how soaked they were. What was going on with you that you had clearly been cumming for a while and still acted as if you hadn't been touched at all?

You couldn't see anything but there was a faint smell of weld smoke and oil. "Kid?" Judging from the feel of his hand, it was definitely Kid. He had the roughest palm since he only had the one to work with. You heard the jingle and felt the tug of your collar. "Kid!" Your wrists were held back from trying to grab him. "Oh fuck please, Kid. Please." You couldn't articulate anything past that. In the time that you had been in this room, something happened to you. The part of your brain that controlled lust was uninhibited, running rampant. The thing about sex with strangers is that it didn't matter how they perceived you because you would never see them again. When you were with one of your crewmates, part of you was preoccupied with keeping up your prideful, tough girl front. But now, you couldn't give any less of a shit how Kid saw you. You felt like you would combust if you didn't cum soon. Whatever they had given you made it impossible to be satisfied. Even when they made you cum over and over again without ever touching any of your erogenous zones, it wasn't enough. You needed to get fucked and you needed it now. 

A chuckle rumbled in his throat. You were so cute begging without any pride holding you back. It was raw lust controlling you. "Don't ya worry, doll. Yer captain will take care of ya." 

You whined at his promising words, toes curling in anticipation. A breath was shakily sucked through your teeth as you felt his hand slide up your thigh to the silk tie that was still around your middle and untie it. His hand was splayed over your stomach and dragged up to your throat, pausing to squeeze before continuing to cup your cheek. You turned your head, chasing his thumb with your mouth. He let you suck on his thumb before switching it with his index and middle fingers. You swiped your tongue against them and your cheeks were hollow as you sucked your saliva off them. Kid pressed them further past your lips until you gagged. 

Kid took your saliva and used it to pump himself, not that he really needed to since he had been rock hard the second he stepped in the room. He got on top of you and seemed to change his mind about what he was going to do, turning around so that his cock loomed over your face. He positioned it against your lips and you opened wide. Kid's girth was hard to take. He moved slowly at first so you could get used to the feeling, at the same time bending down to lick a stripe down your cunt, tasting all the times you'd cum without him. There was a vibration around his cock as you moaned.

You didn't even care that Kid tasted like another woman's pussy, or that he was fucking your face, one of your least favorite things to do, especially with him because his cock was suffocatingly big. All you cared about was getting to your climax. More tears fell from your eyes and saliva leaked from the corners of your mouth as Kid moved faster. You were hardly aware of yourself gagging on him because a few strokes of his tongue were sending you to the moon. You felt the brush of teeth against your clit and that was your undoing. His cock muffled your cry of release. The restraints tugged against your skin as your body attempted to contort. Your muscles were beginning to get sore with the amount of times they had clenched during your orgasms. Without warning, salty, thick cum poured down your throat.

"Oh fuck!" Kid came much faster than he thought. He got off on how only a few of his touches turned you into a writhing mess. He took his cock from your mouth and watched you cough, choking on his seed. "What's wrong, doll? Couldn't take it?" He turned around to wipe the cum from the edges of your mouth and stuff those fingers back between your lips so you could clean them off.

"Need more." Your back arched off the bed again. You hadn't stopped moving, trying to gain more friction between your legs. "Captain, fuck my pussy please," you begged. "Touch me."

Kid was definitely going to ask for a to go sample of whatever they gave you. He trailed his fingers from your mouth to the apex of your slit, where he rubbed in slow, lazy circles. He could already feel you trembling against his touch. "What if I want yer ass?"

You shivered and groaned. "Take whatever you want. Just m-make me cum some more." It was confusing to want to stop cumming because it was beginning to exhaust you, yet still crave the release. You couldn't see because of the blindfold, but you could tell Kid was grinning by the inflection of his voice.

The girls who were in the room had mostly dissipated, though a few were still left in case anyone needed anything, or wanted them to jump back in. Kid asked one of them for lube. He spread a decent amount on his fingers.

You could hear some adjusting of position and feel the weight shift on the bed. There was a wet squelch of lube being squirted from the bottle. Then a cool sensation of the liquid touching your asshole. You bit your lip as Kid slipped his index finger in easily. He pushed in and out a few times before adding his middle finger. With that came a mild burning with the stretch. The third finger was when you started to squirm. It danced the line between pleasure and pain. There was another cold sensation as Kid pressed his metal thumb to your bud. A low vibration was added with the fourth finger to ease the painful stretch. 

By this time, Kid was fully hard again. He removed his hand from your ass and transferred the lubricant to his cock, adding more as well. He admired the small gape before pushing his cock in. Even with four fingers, there was still some stretching to be done. 

The feeling of being entered made your pussy clench around nothing. You were full and yet empty at the same time. You felt Kid release the restraints on your ankles and you greedily wrapped your legs around him, pushing against his ass to make him move.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you against his own until he bottomed out. Fuck, he loved seeing your hole stuffed, and he loved being stuffed in it. He loved seeing how open and pink and wet your greedy pussy was, just begging for another cock. For now, his finger would have to do. 

You groaned when you felt him press his metal finger against your entrance. He couldn't go past the joint for safety reasons, but the cold sensation and something to grip against was good enough. He moved his finger and his hips at the same time, building that release yet again in the pit of your belly. You were getting closer with every movement, even if it wasn't a full thrust. Kid removed his finger and focused on pounding into you, sensing that you want more. 

"F-fuck. K-keep go-nghhh." You threw your head back and came hard on his cock. 

Kid couldn't resist letting himself cum again. Your ass was so tight around him, and like a vice when you came. The way you were slowly coming undone turned him on. You didn't want to stop and neither did he until you were fucked silly and stupid. Even now, right after you had cum, you were already grinding on his softening cock, still in your ass. 

"Girlie, stop squirmin' or I'm gonna get Wire to tie ya up."

"Oh fuck yes. Please."

Kid was very much used to you resisting everything he said and was taken aback.

"Tell him to gimme that monster cock, too."  

Kid untied the rest of your restraints and flipped you over his lap, giving your ass a hard spank. "Mine ain't good enough?" 

Thoughts were difficult to form when every word and every touch went straight to the nerves connected to your cunt. "I n-need more."  

Kid spread your cheeks to watch his cum leak from your stretched hole. "Little slut wants all her holes filled." Kid saw your pussy clench. 

You nodded. Getting fucked by all of them at once would fix you, probably. 

Kid beckoned one of the girls to fetch Wire and another to get rope. He would get the others when the time came, but he figured Wire might have some fun with you first. The tall man walked through the door a few minutes later, looking bewildered, glancing between you and Kid. Then a dark grin appeared on his face. There was noticeable rope burn in symmetric lines across his body that Kid didn't comment on. 

"Look what we have here." He liked what he saw. You looked like a bitch in heat, melted across Kid's lap and literally begging to get fucked. 

"She won't keep her ass still." He nodded to the various ropes that were piled on the bed. "Ya know I'm not patient enough for that shit." 

Wire was all too eager to grab you from Kid's lap and throw you on the bed, facedown. He had wanted to bind and gag you since you came on board, mostly for practical reasons. He grabbed both of your hands and placed them behind your back, starting from there, he tied your forearms together horizontally. He wanted to create a harness around you so they could manhandle you however they liked by grabbing it. 

You felt your arms become more and more immobilized as Wire tied you up. The large man had his knee on your back, firmly keeping you in place. The pressure pressed your pelvis into the sheets and if you wiggled your hips you could achieve som friction. You moaned as Wire pressed you down harder. Wire slapped your ass, making you stop. When the sting wore off, you couldn't help but do it again, earning another smack. The cycle repeated enough that by the time Wire had finished, your ass was full of bright red handprints. 

Wire flipped you over again so you were face up. "You're being a brat." 

Still blindfolded, you could tell where Wire was based on the way the bed shifted. You stretched your foot out to find Wire's cock, rubbing the underside with the sole of your foot, lightly pressing it to his abdomen. "Give it to me," you whined. You pulled your ankles up to the back of your thighs and let your knees fall open. 

"Needy little brat. You're dripping for me. Tell me how badly you want it." Wire loomed over you, bringing his fingers to your entrance, touching you so lightly you wouldn't be able to feel it normally.

"Wire, please. I h-have to have it. I h-have to c-cum on it." Your hips bucked against his fingertips.

"Will you be a good fuck toy and take everything I give you?"

You nodded vigorously. "I'll do whatever you w-want." 

"Don't cum until I say you can. Understand?" 

You nodded again, legs shaking with need as he pressed his fingers into you. He worked you open to make sure you could handle him. You didn't know if you could actually keep yourself from finishing in this state, so you hoped he would go easy on you. He withdrew his fingers, satisfied. The continuous orgasms helped you stay wet and ready. Wire pressed the tip of his cock into you. You held your breath, trying not to cum just from that. He couldn't sheath his entire cock into you due to its length, but you took more of him than he thought you could. 

Kid stroked himself at a lazy pace watching the scene before him. He twitched seeing your cunt at its limit and he swore he could see a slight bulge in your stomach whenever Wire went all the way in. Your increasingly needy voice brought his erection back to life in no time at all. 

"Fuck. You're gripping me so tight. Don't you dare cum yet." He felt your walls twitch around him. 

The threats coming from Wire were only making it harder for you to contain your orgasm. You could feel your thighs shaking, trying to hold it off. "I'm c-can't hold it." Wire fucked into you at a fast pace, bumping into your cervix with every thrust. 

"You can. Your slutty pussy is just being greedy." He could tell you really were on the edge with how sloppy his thrusts sounded when his hips slammed into yours. He could barely pull out you were clenched so hard around him. 

"P-please." You were gritting your teeth and tears fell from behind the fabric covering your eyes trying to hold out. 

"Take all my cum first and then you can."

There were no more words coming out so you nodded. All your thinking power went to your focus on not finishing. It was like he was dangling you over the edge but not letting you go over. 

"Fuck!" Wire released his cum inside, more spurting out with every stroke, much of it spilling out around his shaft as it disappeared in your hole. 

When you felt the twitch of his cock and the sticky sensation on your thighs, you finally let go. Screaming as your walls tried to milk more cum out of Wire. Without a second to spare, Wire lifted your torso from the bed so you were in a sitting position and you felt his hot, sticky member on your cheek. 

"Clean it off."

You were still blindfolded, and you couldn't use your hands, so you used your mouth to feel what you were doing. You licked all the juices from him until it was only you saliva coating it. And even there, you didn't stop. Finding the tip, you sucked on it, getting the last salty drops from his slit, and taking as much of him as you could in your mouth to make him hard again. You felt his hand in your hair. 

"Good girl. Keep doing that." Wire pressed your face into him until you were gagging. He grabbed you by the ropes and laid you down before getting on top of you again, this time his legs were on either side of your chest.

You could feel his heavy member sitting between your breasts. His hands were big enough to take one breast in each, which was saying something since your chest wasn't small. The tip of his cock pressed against your lips and you opened your mouth letting him in. You heard him spit and felt him squish your tits around his shaft. He was big enough that he could tittyfuck you and you could suck him off at the same time. 

This was the scene that Heat walked into. He was told he was needed here, but it looked like you had been well taken care of. Kid held a finger up to his lips, indicating to Heat not to reveal himself. He walked around to get a better view. Your knees were pressed together, though the mess on your thighs and how wet the sheets were betrayed the amount of times you or someone else had cum. 

"Clean my cum out of her." Wire didn't have to say it twice. 

You assumed it was Kid who parted your legs. You quivered at the feeling of hot breath against your thighs and then against your exposed pussy. Your mouth was too stuffed to say anything. All you could do was moan as lips moved against your overstimulated clit, then licked down your center. A tongue slowly lapped at your folds, teasing your entrance as it got closer. This didn't feel like Kid. This felt like someone making out with your pussy, not bullying it. So it could either be Heat or Killer, though you hadn't heard anyone come in. The tongue moved in and out of you, dipping deep to reach all of Wire's mess. The next pass of the tongue lingered on your clit, where lips stayed to suck at it. Wire's weight prevented your back from coming off the bed, though your hips could still move to grind. 

You felt one hand come off your breast before you felt a slap across the face. 

"Don't pay attention to him. Suck my cock."

You moved your head as much as you could to please Wire. You flicked your tongue along the edge of his glans, swirled it around the tip, pressed it into his slit. 

You felt another slap on the opposite side. 

"Too slow." 

It hurt, yet you wanted more of it. And you again, were so close to another release, clit aching in someone's mouth. You tried to go faster and couldn't do much more than you were already doing. You felt both of Wire's hands leave your breasts and his weight shift. Then suddenly his hands were gripping your hair, tilting your head up slightly. 

"If you can't listen to instruction, I'm gonna teach you how." Wire used his grip as leverage and pulled you along his shaft while he fucked your throat. 

The juxtaposition of the rough treatment on one end and gentle on the other was confusing to your horny brain. It hurt your throat when Wire forced his way deeper, and you tried your best not to gag. You very much enjoyed the way he was roughly tugging your hair though and it made you groan around his shaft. It was hard to breathe with Wire's cock taking up all the space in your throat. Black tugged at the edges of your vision as you teetered on the edge of both passing out and climaxing. With a gasp, you could breathe again and you felt warm spurts hit your face and chest. The rush of oxygen sent fire through your lungs and pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around the source of pleasure between your legs, which must have been Heat, judging by the hair texture. Killer's was softer. You shrieked with the intensity of the orgasm, irritating your now sore throat.

Wire grabbed Heat from between your thighs by his hair and shoved him into your chest. "Clean that up too, dog."

You felt Heat lick and suck at different parts of your chest, lingering around your nipples to play with them a little. He moved up to your neck, burying his face in its crook to bite, earning a whine from you. 

Wire's eyes narrowed. "Heat, are you fucking around or are you doing as I told you?" 

A whimper came from Heat above you and he went back to licking up the dots of cum on your face. 

"Heat," you whined. "Kiss me." Your legs wrapped around him, pinning him place. "Fuck me." 

"You want to get fucked by this mongrel?" You were startled by how close Wire was to your ear. "Fine. You want to be fucked by an animal then you can get fucked like one." Wire shoved Heat off you and flipped you on your stomach, pulling your ass up in the air. 

You felt Heat behind you. Your cunt was slick enough he slid right in, causing you both to moan. Heat grabbed your arms and used them like a handle to pull you backwards onto him. His ground his cock up into you, reaching for the spot he knew would make you cum. 

Wire's voice was in your ear again. "Tell him what you want."

"P-please make me cum, H-Heat."

"No, tell him what you really want." Wire prompted. "You're a bitch in heat aren't you? Tell me you want to get bred." 

"I-" It was hard to think of anything when Heat was purposefully trying to make you cum quickly. 

"Tell him or I'll make him stop." 

"B-breed me, Heat. Fuck!" Saying it out loud made your cunt clench. "Fucking breed me!"

Kid had walked back in with Killer at the right time because hearing that tear from your lips made them both hard.

It was too much. Heat finally got you to your climax without a moment to spare. Those words had an instant effect of him. You were faintly aware of his dick twitching inside you as you pressed your face int the sheets and cried out. You couldn't even hold yourself up anymore, sinking down with your legs splayed as soon as Heat pulled out. There was a hand on your back.

"Look at you, breadcrumb. I guess you're more of a glazed donut now. You did so well taking everyone." Killer cooed, leaning down to be closer to you. "Do you think you could go one more round? For me?"

You nodded. The effects of the shot were wearing off and exhaustion was setting in. 

"That's our girl." He kissed the top of your head and pulled you to sit upright, holding on so you didn't fall over. He admired how pink and puffy your pussy was after hours of orgasms. It was still so wet and glistening, partially with your own fluids and partially Heat's cum. 

You felt the weight shift on the mattress again, in front of you and behind you. You were pulled into a lap, an erection rubbing your lower stomach. Then you were lifted and placed on it, as hips thrusting into you slowly, before you were settled into a lap. You had to lean forward and rest against him. You leaned up slightly to kiss his neck, but were met with helmet after a few seconds kissing upward. You made a noise of disappointment. 

Kid's voice came from behind you. "Sorry, doll. There's company." 

You felt him kiss up your back and bite the back of your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. Killer's hand grabbed your asscheeks and spread them apart, using them to stroke himself a few times before stopping to steady you. Again, you felt the cool sensation of lube being applied to your asshole. You expected one of them to lay back, but they both stayed on their knees, sandwiching you between them. You bit down on Killer's shoulder and groaned as Kid pushed his way into you with his dick. Killer held your hips and helped you ride both of them at once. You were doubled over, leaned against Killer's shoulder and drooling on it in a matter of minutes. You were so weak and so close to climaxing again. 

"Y-you both f-feel so g-good. So b-big." 

"That's it, bunny. Cum for us."

"Let it out."

You clenched around both of them, moaning wantonly with your orgasm, feeling your slick coat Killer and run down your thighs. Panting, you fell backward onto Kid's shoulder. He trailed a metal finger up your center and made a weak spark against your nipple, making you gasp. He caught it with his own mouth, placed over yours. He wanted to taste the sweet noises coming from your mouth. Your tongues mingled and his grunts were exchanged for your moans. With kiss-swollen lips, you pulled away.

"Killer, p-please. I want t-to kiss you." 

He made a noise. 

You don't know when she got here, but you heard Jade's voice, "Girls, l-leave us." 

Why did it sound like...? 

Suddenly, you could see. Wire grabbed the blindfold from you and tied it around Jade's eyes instead. Jade who was in very much the same position as you, though with Heat and Wire. "O-oh." You supposed you didn't hear her over yourself even though they were right next to you. Your eyes were glued to where Wire's dick was fully buried in her ass. Impressive. 

"Do you like watching, too?" Killer teased. "She liked watching you so much she had to come try it." 

You looked back at him to see that he had removed his helmet, and promptly attacked his lips with your own. Slowly, you felt your arms becoming more free. Killer's hands had left your hips to untie you. When you were freed, you stretched your arms, leaning back again and lacing them around Kid's thick neck. The change in angle had Killer hard-pressed against your clit from the inside. Kid pushed his mouth against yours again, panting. With your own noises stifled by him, you could hear Jade's pleasure tumbling from her lips. Her noises went straight to your pussy. The urge struck to break from Kid and pull Jade to your mouth instead. She tasted sweet, and even sweeter were the high-pitched cries coming from her mouth.

"C-cumming," she wailed and leaned on Heat, twitching. 

"Oh fuck. I'm- g-onna..." Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your walls flutter around Killer and your ass clench around Kid. Your cry almost sounded pained. You were starting to cramp and your throat was sore from all the panting, screaming, and Wire. You were aching and you wanted to be done, but your body was still ready for another.

Killer could tell you were about used up. "It's ok. You're doing great." He held you against his chest with a hand on your back.

"O-one more." You panted. "Gotta c-cum one more t-time." You pushed yourself up. "L-let me do it."

"Are ya sure, bunny? Ya look fucked out." 

As an answer, you moved yourself up and down, grinding your hips against both of them. They let you do the work, but they helped support you, Killer with his hands on your hips, and Kid with his hands slightly higher. If this wasn't an orgy in a brothel with other people present, it might have been romantic. You swapped between kissing Killer and Kid. Your eyes were half-lidded, and you were basically on autopilot with a singular goal in mind. 

"K-Kid can you do t-that thing?"

He had no idea what you were referring to and you didn't appear to be in a state where you could coherently answer. So he guessed. In the background, it sounded like the others were wrapping up too.

As you rode them, Kid pressed his metal finger against your clit, vibrating the metal. A stream of curses left your mouth as you approached your orgasm. You felt the molten hot core within your belly burn brighter with every drag of their cocks inside you. "W-want you t-to c-um first." Your legs were starting to feel like jelly. "Wan to f-f-feel it." Kid pressed his finger more firmly to your core and laughed darkly, making your legs shake. He had no intentions of finishing first. Killer pushed you onto his cock and thrusted into your sweet spot, having you burying your face into his chest to moan. Kid pulled you back so Killer could see your face. There was the slightest, tinging spark, like what Kid had done to your nipple earlier, causing the little bundle of nerves to be set off. You were pressed into Kid's chest with your back arching, eyes rolled back, mouth open without noise coming out because you couldn't release your breath. You heard a moan from Killer as your cunt milked him dry, seed spilling from between your thighs. A flood of warmth spread over your body as endorphins rushed through your blood. Kid's dick was buried in your ass and the way you tightened around him made it hard to move.

Kid made a few more pumps into your ass before falling over the edge himself, muttering into your ear, almost a whisper, "Ah fuck! I love ya." 

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Marooned: Chapter 45

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, rape, and forced pregnancy, sex workers, references to sex

Whispers

In the hallway of some nearby marine base, a man overheard some curious whispers, whispers about a woman with Y/C/H hair and a patchwork coat of 'justice', whispers about the Sea Snake being alive on some island. The man already knew you were alive, thanks to that sniveling Giemsa. He was a fucking idiot, but at least he had thought to tell the man about your resurgence. After that, there was radio silence, no sign of you anywhere. It made most marine captains nervous when you dropped off the radar in the past. You could pop up anywhere. It made the man, however, impatient, especially present time. He had been aching to get his hands on you. He knew Von Kossa was toying around with you too much. The man would have drowned you in acid if it were up to him. That would have ended you for sure. 

This time, though, he wasn't going to tell Von Kossa about this rumor. He would go check it out for himself. It was easy to see what islands would be your next stop. Maybe he would get some playtime in with you before handing you over to the boss, maybe even save him the trouble of killing you since he couldn't do it right the first time. He could even sell you. How ironic would that be? Or maybe he could keep you. No one had to know. He knew how much you loved torture and would be all too happy to oblige. 

All his partners were too weak to handle his proclivity for violence, but you had always been tough. And you had a pretty face, well, you used to. Even if it was ruined, your body was probably still how he remembered it. Yeah... he could keep you. How great would that be? It would be delightful to break you down. Manipulate you to beg for him, do anything he asked. Abruptly, a thought occurred to him. None of his partners lasted long enough to bear him a child and he remembered you being fairly formidable with haki. They would be perfect genes to mix with his. A slow grin spread over the man's face. Wouldn't that be wonderful? To fully subjugate you and get something out of it. You would be his diminutive, pathetic wife and you would love it. He would make you love it. And if you couldn't meet his needs, well then, he would turn you out to the crew and hand you over to Von Kossa after all. 

The man sat at his desk. He was broad-shouldered but not entirely broad himself, with musculature that stood out from under his clothes. His white-gray hair, half pulled up, and weathered, scarred skin betrayed his age. His chiseled, square jaw clenched. He wanted to chart a course right away, but he had gotten hot under the collar playing out this fantasy in his head. The man called Warthin palmed himself through his uniform pants, thinking of all the ways he was going to break you down. 

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Sleep had a hard time finding you. You tossed and turned with this strange anxious feeling. Your heart wouldn't slow down thinking about Kid asking you to stay. Of course you knew the answer, you did want to stay. It was something about the fact that Kid was asking you, though, that wouldn't allow your mind to rest. Maybe it was the fact that your relationship had been contentious for a long period of time. You pressed a hand to Mini's head, running your palm through her bristly fur. Sometimes petting her helped you fall asleep. Tonight was no such night. 

You threw on sweatpants to cover your bottom half, the top half covered by one of Killer's old shirts. Your feet shuffled you to the infirmary where you pulled out some books to flip through. They would either put you to sleep or you would learn something, a win-win. As soon as you sat down, there was a soft chime of metal on metal coming from your tag. Was that from you sitting or was that Kid? You tapped on the tag, spelling something in code: Y-E-S-?. Before transponder snails were popular, some people used this code to communicate. It jingled with more intention this time.

You opened the door to Kid's workshop a crack. At first it didn't seem like he was there, the lights were off. A small desk lamp turned on after a moment. Kid had his head in the crook of his elbow resting on the desk. His metal arm was laid on the table, like he had fallen asleep working on it. His red hair was limp over his eyes without his goggles to hold it up. It was endearing to see him all groggy without any of his normal gruffness about him. 

"Couldn't sleep either?" Your voice was quiet, matching the deadness of the night on the ship.

Kid yawned. "Almost was, but felt ya come next door."

"Sleep then. I'm not going anywhere." 

Kid blew his hair out of his eyes so you could see the yellow light reflected in them. 

You couldn't explain how this intimidating behemoth of a man was giving you puppy-dog eyes, but there was no other way to describe it. Sighing, you walked closer to him and let him pull you into his lap. His good arm curled around you and he rested his head on top of yours. After adjusting yourself to be comfortable, you cautiously reached to put your hand on his bad shoulder, assessing it. 

"If I could bring this back, would you want me to?"

"Nah." Kid's hand played with your hair. "S'part of my story.... and it makes me look badass." 

"I think it would be difficult for you to come off as anything less." You felt him laugh under you with a gentle bounce. Several minutes passed and you thought he fell asleep. 

"Sorry. Fer earlier."

"Yeah you better be. What if I had gotten amnesia?" You slapped his chest.

"S'easy." Kid was getting heavier as he let himself drift to sleep. He was struggling to keep his eyes open. "Would just have tah use m'devilish charm... to ..." There were the beginnings of a rumbling snore deep in his chest.

"Kid?" You tapped him.

"...until ya loved me again...." His eyebrows furrowed in that half-dream state and he yawned. "Liked? Loved?" It was like he was talking to himself, or saying his thoughts out loud. "I dunno.... whatever ya want. M'sleepin." His arm tightened around you. 

You blinked slowly. Is that what he thought? That you...? Do I?  You were in a stunned state. No way. No. Maybe you could go as far as saying you liked him. Fine. You could admit that much. He was fucking hot and amazing in bed, easy to like. But anything more than that? Now your heart was racing faster than ever and you were trapped against Kid until he woke up or moved his arm. 

You felt similarly about Killer, and Killer had the additional features of actually being sweet and thoughtful. He even tried to defend you somewhat, in the beginning, against Kid's impulsive wrath. Theoretically, if you did want to pursue something, which one would you pursue? They were fine with sharing casually. Would that change if it was a less casual arrangement? Really what would change other than the label applied to it? 

At some point in the night, you must have managed to fall asleep, because you woke up on top of Kid, who seemed to have fallen backwards off the bench. His feet were still propped up on it. It was dumbfounding how he could sleep through almost anything. You must have been tired since you technically also slept through it. Your back was definitely going to hurt from the strange sleeping position. 

"G'morning." Kid stretched. He must have woken up before you, shockingly. He pressed his lips to the top of your head.

A kiss? A kiss unrelated to horniness? "Hey."

"Sleep ok?"

"No. It was very uncomfortable in your vice grip."

"If I'm so uncomfortable why are ya still on top of me?"

You pushed yourself to get up and was swiftly pushed back down and trapped again in Kid's arm.

"No, no. M'not ready fer ya to get up." 

You huffed and relented, shifting to attempt getting comfortable.

Kid's arm relaxed around you and his hand traveled up the back of your shirt to rest on the skin. "Will ya stay?" He asked softly, in a tone lacking his usual confidence.

You moved your head to look at his face. "Are we still talking about cuddling?"

Kid scoffed. "This ain't cuddling. We're just hanging out." Still, he squeezed you slightly tighter to himself. You felt him take a deep breath under you. "I'm askin if- Do you think- Would you- Do you want to be a Kid Pirate?" His eyes avoided yours until he got the question out.

"Do I want to be your pirate?"

His face went as red as his hair. "Not my pirate. A Kid Pirate...Unless-"

"Are the Kid Pirates not yours?" You were fucking with him, though you wished you hadn't cut him off so quickly. What was he gonna say?

Kid squeezed the breath out of you. "Yer such a fuckin smart-ass. Always hafta be a rotten brat."

You wheezed, "Yes, but I'm your rotten brat." You realized how that sounded and quickly amended it. "'Your' as in, you know, the collective Kid Pirates... Not just..." You coughed, your voice quiet from lack of air. "You." You tapped Kid's arm and he released his hold so you could get a breath in. You re-inflated your lungs to finish speaking. "As in, yes, I would like to be a Kid Pirate." You pushed yourself up, putting one leg on either side of Kid, sitting on his stomach.

A very genuine, relieved grin appeared on Kid's face. "Welcome officially, Doc Rotten." 

"I am the very loosest definition of doctor."

"Yer tight to me." Kid's grin turned more sinister. 

"Oh come on. Can it wait until after breakfast?" You pouted. "I'm hungry."

Kid pulled your hips closer to his face. "I got breakfast right here." The man couldn't ask you a simple question but he would eat your pussy at the drop of a hat. 

Needless to say, you were both late for breakfast. You didn't even bother to smooth out the sex hair or change into real clothes because you were starving at this point. 

"Are those my pants?" Killer eyed the overly sized gray sweats you had on. "I've been looking for those."

"Ah yeah I borrowed em. I'll give em back." You sat down with food. "They're gonna need to be washed though." 

You could tell Killer was frowning behind his mask. 

Kid slapped him hard on the back, causing Killer to grunt. "Lighten up, Killer. It's not the first time my cum was all over the inside of yer sweats."

You also frowned. The entire table didn't need to know what exactly was going on under your borrowed pants, that were definitely going to be stuck to your leg afterwards. You apologetically smiled at the first mate.

Kid banged his fist on the table. "Forget that. We got ourselves a permanent new addition!" He pointed at you with a crispy piece of bacon.

"So you're one of us officially?" Heat asked.

Killer perked up next to him. "Oh you finally grew a pair and asked?" 

"Shut up, Killer. They're plenty big."

"Probably considerably smaller after this morning," you quipped with a smirk. 

Wire was smirking similarly under his hood. 

Kid announced to the crew that they would be celebrating your official induction tonight. The next island was famous for brothels, good booze, and whatever other trouble you could get into. The crew hustled after breakfast to finish their assigned duties for the day so that they could have time to prepare for tonight or get going as soon as the ship was docked. 

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It wasn't usually your vibe to wear sexy or revealing clothing, opting more for practicality than anything else. But tonight was special. You had on full-length, maroon pants, though the pants were crafted such that their entirety looked like if jeans had all their vertical threads removed. Only thousands of thin, cotton fibers going horizontally covered your skin, leaving it exposed between the threads. They came together on the sides into fringe. Essentially, they were pants consisting entire of fringe, with excess lying the sides. The only solid fabric was in a thong shape, to cover your front. The top was a matching maroon harness-style top with straps that accentuated your bust and the shoes matched, too. You completed the monochromatic look with maroon lipstick and smoky eye, rather, Emma and Quincy helped you. 

Mini met you on deck with an enthusiastic nudge of her wet nose, ready to get fed especially good table scraps. You thought Mini was getting the majority from the girls or Killer, but the boar quickly zeroed in on the real weakest link. Wire, it turned out, had an incredibly soft spot for animals. Once, you even saw him feeding the ship mice from his palm. When Mini wasn't hovering around you, she was usually with him. 

"You better get off the ship before Captain sees you in that or you'll never make it off the ship." Heat came up behind you as you stood on deck. 

"Is it too much?"

"Yeah but you look hot so who cares?" Heat grinned. "You look like a Kid Pirate." 

You grinned at him. You did feel good in this outfit, even if it was slightly out of character for you to wear so little. It made you feel powerful in a different way. You knew these pants made your ass look perfectly rounded and showed off the smooth, soft skin of the cheeks. And you did occasionally wear tight shirts, but this top did a lot more for presenting your breasts in the way of cleavage.

"Heat! Ya dog! Ya already brought back a whore?" Kid was behind you both and couldn't see your faces. 

"Actually, I was just leaving," you partially turned so he could hear you before jumping down, Mini hot on your heels. It was hilarious to you that Kid mistook you for a whore. 

"Why was the pig followin her?" Kid came to stand next to Heat.

"Boss, that was Y/N."

It took a second for Kid to put two and two together. "That was Y/N?!" Kid didn't say anything more before going after you. 

You went off on your own, looking for somewhere fun. It was fairly crowded, so you were carried away in a sea of people almost immediately. You ended up checking out a few bars, seeing several of the crew scattered around. You sat with some of the girls for a drink or two at one of the brothels that had a fine selection of men to choose from. None of them were as beefy, crass, or handsome as your particular interests at the moment. Though, that didn't stop you from helping get your friends laid. When you were the last one at the table, you left with Minerva.

There were a few catcalls that faded into the background, not worth your time to respond. Some got ballsy and came directly to you. You shut them down hard and if they didn't take the hint, you beat them down harder. You heard running feet behind you and prepared to throw punches, but stopped as you recognized Killer and Heat. 

"Easy, tiger." Killer put his hand on your head and roughed up your hair. "We gotta do something bout that observation haki of yours."

You huffed. "I can handle myself fine without it."

Heat smoothed your hair back out from behind before walking by your side.

"Thank you, Heat. Such a gentleman." You could see that Killer's mask was ever so slightly tilted in your direction and he was lagging behind you a little. "You might as well walk behind me if you want to look." 

"While I would love to slow down and appreciate the view, Kid heard about an exclusive pirate-only club and wants us to go. Supposed to be the best on the island. Best in the area. The Snake Den."

"Because Snake Hole was too on the nose," you laughed at your own joke.

Once you were in the right part of town, a few more minutes of walking, the place was easy to identify, especially if you knew the name. A giant stone snake head was the entrance. Its mouth was open in a hiss and two large fangs served as pillars on either side of the walkway. A red glow emanated from inside. They were famous for only allowing one crew in at any given time, and the wide variety of kink they would cater to. All who were employed were the best of the best, by skill and looks. 

Wire and Kid were waiting outside, as were a few others, including Pomp, Reck, and Bubblegum, who looked nervous. None of the ladies were with them, probably still with their own rented lovers for the night. Kid looked impatient as always, and annoyed with you, as always. 

"Always fuckin disappearing," He chided you. "Took ya long enough." Kid addressed the entire group. "Been waitin for ages! Let's go!" 

Kid entered and you followed behind him and the other officers. Every brothel they visited, there was a chorus of women excitedly whispering about the Kid Pirates, which evolved into them fawning over the crew, and hanging all over them. It was partially the business, however, you had noticed the crew had a reputation for treating those who worked in brothels very well. The behavior was more the behavior of a fan than someone trying to get money out of a customer. If you listened closely to the whispers, they were all about how well they tipped, how well they were equipped, and how fun they were to be around. This was no different. They had never been here before, though women were addressing them by name and seemed to know a lot about them. Some of the women may have been from other brothels, the others may have just learned through simple gossip. Brothels often had partnerships with each other where women could be swapped, either to keep the selection fresh or to let women be closer to their favorite lovers. This kind of trading was all consensual and usually suggested by the working girls themselves.

Incredibly beautiful women were already hanging off the arms of the officers, with quite a few around Wire. These women had obviously heard rumors about his size. They were standing in a lobby area. The lights were dimmer in the back, where several hallways led. At the front of the lobby, a tall, slender woman ushered everyone into the main dining area, where hot food was already on the table and women were lined up waiting to pour a glass of the guests' beverage of choice. All the working girls were dressed in various silks, many of them were robe-like with promises of something skimpy underneath. The room was cozy and had many comfortable sitting options. You had assumed the woman in the lobby was the madame. A different woman, clearly in charge, entered, personally greeting every pirate by name, asking a few questions, and calling over a girl she thought would suit their needs. This woman was also tall, with a touch more curve, pale with auburn hair that flowed down her back and muted green eyes. She was hiding it well, though she had a slight limp that made her gait unique.

Your eyes lingered on the way her steps were long and exaggerated the way her hips swayed as she came to you. You had seen it before somewhere, though you didn't frequent brothels. A wave of jasmine flooded your nose as she guided you away from the room, towards the hall just outside. Her hands cupped your face, and turned it, studying your features.

"Please forgive me." The sultry look was fading from her face and was replaced with one reflecting deep sorrow. It took you aback. "You look like someone I knew once." A thin smile attempted to cover whatever memory was surfacing for her. "I don't recognize you as a Kid Pirate. Are you new? What sort of things are you interested in? I'm sure I have just the girl." 

You took her shoulder, gently turning her. She stiffened and started to protest when you moved her hair from her back, careful to only peek. There was a brand between her shoulder blades that you knew would be there. "Jade?" You guessed softly. She was named after the color of her eyes. You covered the scarred half of your face with your hand, helping her out.  

"It's Madame Tempest now..." she said quietly. Her eyebrows knit together and you saw her face brighten with recognition. "Y/N?!" She covered her mouth, shrieking it far louder than she meant to and grabbed you for a tight hug.

In the other room, about half of the other women turned with surprise in their faces towards the outburst, excusing themselves for a moment.

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Marooned: Chapter 44

Kid x FemReader x Killer

This chap featuring Heat x FemReader. Skip to the break if you want to skip Heat smut (but why would you?)

Warnings: Sex (bit of cumplay ( involves licking the floor), reader dominant, degradation of Heat, role play)

Turning Up The Heat

Tight, white fabric hung to your figure as you waited, flicking the toothpick in your mouth with your tongue. Your coat covered the little costume you had on, the one Kid had assisted you with finding. It was the loosest interpretation of a marine uniform you had ever seen. Loose meaning several different things. There was a great deal of pleasure to be had teasing Heat, who had been told to come to the infirmary. There was a knock at the door and Heat walked in. You were turned so that he couldn't see your costume right away.

"Strip."

"Huh?" Heat had no idea why you wanted to see him and he was a bit flustered at your request.

You turned around. "Don't make me repeat myself, pirate."

Heat's eyes went wide. "Oh." The corners of his mouth twitched up. "Oh!" It finally clicked with him what was going on here. He didn't know why, but he wasn't complaining. This was one of his fantasies. Not only a marine, but the Sea Snake in the flesh. He started to burn under your gaze, fumbling with the cords on his corset.

You leaned back against the countertop, watching as Heat removed his clothing. He was taller than Killer and a little wider, just as muscular. His skin was tan in a way that was closer to gray than to orange. It suited him and complimented his blue-gray hair, which, you were now noticing, peeked out from his waistband and drew a line to his belly button. He paused for a moment before shimmying out of his pants and all that was underneath. He stepped out of the puddled clothes on the floor and looked at you, already half-hard. You motioned for him to spin and watched the counters of his body, making a noise of appreciation.

You walked over to him and made a slow circle around him, running a nail down his spine, watching goosebumps form on his skin. Your hand traveled to squeeze his ass, feeling how firm it was. Moving to his front, you pulled a riding crop from your boot, touching it to the base of his throat and moving it under his chin. You ran it over his cheek, applying light pressure to turn his head from side to side. Then you grabbed a handful of his hair and let it slip out of your fingers.

"You'll do." You took the toothpick out of your mouth and stuck it between his lips. "Hold onto that for me." You put the crop under his chin again. "And don't let it fall."

You spit into your hand and curled your fingers around Heat's still hardening shaft. Moving your hand slowly up and down Heat, you flicked your eyes up to his, which were avoiding your gaze. "That's right, pirate. Keep your filthy eyes off me." Heat's dick grew harder under your grasp. He liked that, did he? "Turn around, hands on the gurney."

Heat did as you said. He gulped in anticipation as he heard you walk away to get something. Heat almost lost the toothpick when he felt the crop crack against his ass, biting back a gasp. He could feel his tip leak with every swat you applied. Then, he felt you press up against him, the fabric of your miniskirt rubbing against his ass and your bare stomach touching the warm skin of his back. He felt your hand around his cock again, this time with lubricant. His lips were pressed together, only letting whimpers and moans pass through, though he almost dropped the toothpick again when he felt cool fingers slide between his cheeks, pausing to see if there were any complaints from his end, of which there were none. He groaned from his nose when he felt you press two fingers inside the tight ring of muscle. He couldn't resist moving his hips to slide himself further back onto your fingers and simultaneously move his cock within your hand.

"You're lucky my hands are tied up or that would earn you another smack. Stay still." You pumped your fingers in and out of him, trying to keep time with your other hand. "I bet you let anyone have their way with you. I bet you act as a whore for your captain, don't you? Your ass is eating me up." You curled your fingers inside him. "Well, you're my whore now, understand?" He nodded. "That's a good pet," you purred.

You worked a third finger in, increasing the pace. Heat's cock twitched in your hold and his ass tightened around your fingers as you rubbed against his sweet spot. He was close. "If you cum well for me, maybe I'll let you fuck my little marine pussy. Would you like that?" He nodded again. "I need you to give me all the cum in those big heavy balls of yours. I want it all over my hand, all over the floor. Prove that you can fill me up like the dirty pirate you are. Show me that you're not a worthless pirate, you can be a worthy pet."

Heat let out a primal grunt, sending a hot load into your hand, much of it spilling onto the floor.

"Uh oh." You put the cum covered fingers into his mouth, pulling his cheek so that he would face you. "Looks like you didn't do everything I asked of you. And I was being so kind." You held the toothpick up to him, which must have fallen out when he was panting after his release. "On your hands and knees. Make it quick."

Heat did as you commanded, very much enjoying this role play.

"I'm going to wash my hands of your disgusting fluids. I expect that mess to be cleaned by the time I'm done." You curled your tongue in a licking motion, giving Heat the hint. You washed slowly, observing as Heat cleaned the floor with his tongue. You guessed right when you thought he took pleasure in degradation and some power play.

When you were done, you sat on the gurney above, chiding him for not being finished. "Tsk. Disappointing. I don't think you know how to use your tongue properly." You motioned him closer, grabbing his face. "Which is really such a shame because this face was made to sit on." You smirked as Heat's cheeks turned red. You moved close to the edge, spreading your knees enough that Heat could see there was nothing underneath the very tiny skirt.

Heat felt his cock twitch back to life. He couldn't see details in the shadow of your clothes, but he could tell your cunt was dripping from the pheromonal scent that made his mouth water.

"You're aching for a taste aren't you?" You grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Your pathetic pirate cock can't stay down. What would your crew say if they knew you were fiending for the pristine, succulent, hot cunt of another captain?" He looked at you with pleading eyes. "Oh~ you do want it badly." You ran your fingers up your slit, gathering some of the slick, and offered it to Heat, who took your fingers in his mouth and sucked all of your essence off. You pulled the skirt up until it was bunched at your hips, looking from Heat's face to your center.

He didn't need any more of an invitation than that to brace his shoulders under your thighs and pull your cunt into his face with his hands digging into your ass. You were so wet and tasted so good. Heat's tongue bullied its way into your hole, lapping at every inch he could reach, groaning into you.

Truly, you were already pretty worked up from the previous activity, not realizing you would be into it as much as it turned out you were. Your legs threatened to snap shut as you felt Heat's teeth graze your clit. His tongue moved to swirl around it next. You didn't know how he did it or that he could have such fine control over his power, but you swear his tongue was much hotter than it should have been, not to the point of being uncomfortable. Actually, it was driving you crazy. His hot breath panting against you was tightening the coil within as well. You felt him pause and let out a strangled moan, muttering a curse. Glancing down, he had cum again just from eating you out. Fuck that's hot. Heat swiped some of the cum with his fingers and shoved them into you as he sucked on your clit. Nasty. He expertly found the spot you favored and repeatedly curled his fingers into it, watching his cum mix with your fluids until a rush of your juices flooded against his hand and your thighs.

The coil had snapped and your head was thrown back in a cry of pleasure. "Shit!" You moaned. "Fuck, Heat." Your legs quivered and closed around his head. Your chest heaved with your panting.

"How's that for a filthy pirate?"

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Kid's amber eyes were fixated on you, high up in the rigging making adjustments before the ship left for the next island. You had your leg wrapped into the rope in such a way that you were being held upside down to get a better angle at something. You looked very different from the first time he had seen you, scrawny, a bit feral. Now, your muscle had filled back out and he could no longer make out the shape of your hip bones. He was proud of how far you had come, even if the first half of your time with them had been... rocky. Although he was certain you could have pulled yourself back together on your own, he would like to think that he and his crew helped speed it along, more in that second half...

"Enjoying the view?"

Kid snapped out of his thoughts. "No! I mean... well, yeah... I guess." He watched Killer's shoulders move up and down slightly. "Shut up, Killer." 

The blonde loved how easy it was to fluster Kid. It was becoming more and more obvious that he had feelings for you and Killer was going to exploit every second of it. "I'm gonna tell her you said no."

"Don't." Kid narrowed his eyes at his best friend.

"But if I make her mad at you, she'll come to me," Killer teased.

"Not if I make her mad at ya first."  Kid took off climbing the mast, swatting at Killer, who was following him. 

You were greasing up some of the pulleys when without warning, Kid and Killer appeared several feet away from you on the mast. Killer was attached to Kid's back monkey-style so they were at the same level, otherwise Kid would have been higher than him. "Can I... help you?" 

"Kid had something to tell you."

Kid shot a look at the blonde, knowing damn well he had no ammo with which to make you mad at Killer. "Killer... told me yer bad at chopping vegetables." 

"Kid's been using your toothbrush."

"Nuh uh! The purple one is mine. I thought we decided." 

Not this again. What are they doing? 

"Ok, well, Killer, uh, Killer's been telling everyone that ya snore." 

"Kid farted yesterday and blamed it on you after you left the room."

"He jerks off with yer dirty panties."

That escalated quickly. 

"He eats off your plate when you're not looking."

"Killer leaves the toilet seat up."

"That's you!"

This was confusing. "Are you guys done?" They looked at each other and nodded. You started counting off on your fingers, still upside down, "Everyone knows I'm bad in the kitchen. Kid, your toothbrush is the fucking red one. I don't snore. I don't think you fooled anyone, Kid. Who do you think gives him the panties? I fucking knew it. And lastly, again, that's you, Kid." Your arms were crossed. "What the fuck is this? Couldn't it wait until I was done?"

"Killer was gonna make ya mad at me so that ya would spend time with him and not me."

You were trying not to smile at Kid's cute pouting face. "So you made up shit to make Killer look equally bad?" You shook your head. "You're both ridiculous." 

Kid started swatting at Killer on his back again. "Ya made me look like an idiot." 

"You don't need help on that front," Killer retorted.

"Hey. Guys." It was sort of charming that Kid got so huffy over the threat of you spending time with someone else. It wasn't jealousy. It was more akin to a dog forgetting about his bone until another dog started to chew it. As precious as it was, the two were arguing very closely to some of the ropes you were working with. "Can we do this on the ground please?" You were hurriedly trying to free your leg and get off the ropes before you fell. Turns out, you didn't have to worry about falling. 

Kid and Killer, in their scuffle, tangled themselves in the ropes and fell off the mast. They were fine. They had extra padding compared to you. Unfortunately, you were on the other end of that rope. Maybe you should have stayed upside down. You were jerked up, hitting your head on the crossbar of the mast so hard that your vision went black. It hurt so badly you thought you would lose your grip, and maybe you did for a second, but ultimately you were able to climb down on your own, already healed by the time that your feet were back on deck. 

Now, you really were mad, at both of them. Even if you could heal yourself, that was very painful. And if you were knocked out completely, you wouldn't have been able to heal yourself. You could have bled into your brain. Your power was useful and strong but you were, by no means, immortal.

You stalked off to your bunk, not even looking in the boys' direction. You were mad at them, though you didn't want to be. Instead of saying something you would regret, you chose to cool off alone. Truthfully, you had been enjoying their banter and their company. It was just an accident. You didn't need to yell at them anyway. You were pretty sure they felt bad about it. Not to toot your own horn, but you were kind of proud of yourself for not flying off the handle. That's called ~growth~.

Later, you found Wire at the helm. His presence had shifted from being unnerving to being calming. You were giving yourself space from Kid and Killer. Casually, you glanced over the maps. The next island wasn't that far away. 

"Leaving in the morning." Wire commented.

You hummed an affirmative. 

A minute passed before Wire spoke again. "What did you say?"

"Huh?"

"Kid didn't ask you yet?"

"Ask what?"

"Oops. Forget it."

"Wire." You pressed him. "You can't just say shit like that and not elaborate." It was kind of funny for a giant man to say 'oops' in the most monotone voice you'd ever heard.

He moved his hood to scratch behind his head. You hadn't noticed that the sides of his dark hair were silver. "Ah I fucked up." He let out an exaggerated sigh. "Any chance you would leave me alone if I don't tell you?" 

"None." You thought for a moment. "One. Tell me what happened in the crow's nest with Killer."

Wire begrudgingly groaned. "I, uh, would actually prefer to tell you what Kid said." Wire muttered under his breath, "Ugh. He's gonna kick my ass." 

"Go on."

"It's already kind of an unspoken thing, but..." Wire folded his arms and pretended to be interested in the maps. "He was gonna ask officially if," Wire cleared his throat, "you would stay and be a part of the crew." 

What a change from several months ago when you had first met.

"Yeah the next island is a pleasure island so we were gonna celebrate. Or he was gonna drown his sorrows in drink and flesh. Depending on what you said." Wire ran a hand over his sideburn. "Ah maybe I said too much again." He shrugged. "Whatever. Now you know." He waved you off, hoping to be left alone again.

"And what do you all think?" Kid was the captain, however, you wouldn't be comfortable unless everyone was in agreement.

"Hm?"

"You, Heat, and Killer?"

"Who do you think encouraged Kid ask you officially?" There was the faintest hint of a smile on Wire's face, which was hidden by shadow when he put his hood up again.

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Marooned: Chapter 43

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex and violence (as always)

This one is a longer one bc I worked on it all week long. Hope y'all enjoy <3

Kidding Around

Killer helped you escape Kid's death grip in the morning so you could participate in the sunrise coffee ritual that you had established with him. It was clear that Killer was an expert after so long with Kid, switching you with a pillow that Kid then squeezed to himself. You stood on the bow with Killer, one of his arms casually around your waist. With him, silences weren't awkward. You watched together as the sun peeked over the horizon with its grapefruit-pink rays. They shifted orange then pale yellow as the dawn evolved. 

"What are your goals, Killer?"

"To make Kid king of the pirates."

"After that."

"I doubt Kid will want to stop pirating. Maybe we'll return to our hometown and turn it around. I could have a restaurant." Killer prompted, "And you?"

"I don't know anymore."

His hand squeezed your hip reassuringly. He had noticed that you stopped talking about your revenge as much and that you rarely checked your specialized log pose. He didn't think you had given up on it, just put it on the back burner. 

When the sun climbed high enough in the sky to clear the horizon, you squinted. There was a black shape. "Land ho!" You looked up to the crow's nest wondering who was up there. They weren't doing their job. You caught a glimpse of big, poofy, orange hair as Quincy darted away from the ladder, wearing just a robe, probably trying to avoid being seen before everyone woke up.

"That's odd. I thought Nu was on watch." 

"I think he had a visitor," you said with a cheeky inflection. That's cute. Quincy was with the other ginger on board, the one with the mohawk and tiny glasses. 

"Damn it. I told everyone to knock it off with that shit. They need to be alert."

"I would like to go on record to state I have never hooked up with anyone there."

"You haven't been up there with Wire then. He has a way of talking people out of their pants."

"WIRE?!"

"It's his secret talent."

"Has he....done that to you?" You bit your lip, eyeing him with curiosity. 

"Decline to comment." He headed towards the galley to start breakfast. "Come on. Everyone will be eager to eat and get off the ship."

This island was essentially neutral. There were pirates and marines alike, though the marines were few. They were probably only there to restock supplies. You smirked as you went by a group of them atop Mini's back, daring them to engage you as they stared wide-eyed at your jacket. They decided that you were simply an imitation. The real Sea Snake was dead, obviously. It would be unwise to put them down in public anyway, so you let them be. 

You had left before anyone could stop you, not that they would, but you didn’t want to be burdened with being dragged around for errands. Kid was quite disappointed when he couldn’t find you. He had gone into his workshop to see if there was anything he needed more of, and had finally noticed the small renovation you had done. He had wanted to take you with him while he did business before that, with the intention of ending up conveniently together just in time for dinner, and he wanted that even more now. Kid didn’t want to ask you on a date per se. He did want to be alone with you in a context other than the bedroom, however. You had been showing him favor lately and with the new information that you were similar to him in more ways than he thought, Kid felt more comfortable with the idea of getting close to you. Of course he didn’t like you like that. He simply thought you had potential to graduate from fuck buddy to fuck close friend.  There were a few things you wanted to purchase. First, though, you had been waiting for a chance to be in a more open area. It was very difficult to train with Mini on the ship, both because she was enormous and because you would break the ship. Plus, Mini could use a bit of exercise. Being cramped on the ship for too long wasn’t good for her. Mini walked until you were both deep in the forested part of the island, in a clearing. For several hours, until you were both out of energy, you practiced new skills and techniques. You flopped on Mini as she laid down, both taking a quick rest. 

Hunger woke you from rest. The sun was much lower than it had been when you had closed your eyes. Your nap went longer than intended. You felt very refreshed afterwards though, so you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you headed back towards the ship, Mini split off from you to return, while you kept going to find a place to eat.

Kid was in a bad mood. How hard was it to find a huge raging monster and a boar? All while he was taking care of some errands, he was keeping an eye out for you, but failed to catch a glimpse. Even when he came across the other officers, none of them had seen you either. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe you dipped on them, or worse, maybe someone had taken you. That thought bothered him more than he thought it would. Actually, the longer the day went on without finding you, the more he dwelled on it. He growled to himself, frustrated that he couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You found yourself in a dimly lit, grungy bar. Every man who initially approached you turned tail as soon as they saw your face, whether it was from your stank eye or from your scars, you didn’t know. You were leaned back with your feet kicked up on the table and a beer in your hand, somewhat tucked in the corner of the bar. You liked privacy and you liked being able to see the entire room, no need to look over your shoulder. 

The door swung open, a big red ogre behind it. He looked pissed and stomped straight to the bar. You were surprised Killer wasn’t with him, or anyone for that matter. You called a waitress over and handed her a note to deliver to him. You were going to send him a beer but the bartender put one down in front of him before he even asked. The waitress handed the slip of paper to Kid and scampered away, which was probably for the best since he whipped around angrily to see who sent the note. His eyes didn’t soften, but they did brighten when he saw that it was you. 

“What crawled up my ass?” Kid crumpled the note and threw it at you. He grabbed a chair and dropped his body into it across from you. “YER the one who crawled up my ass.” He pointed in an accusatory way.  Your eyebrow twitched up. “Me?�� You looked him up and down. “If I was in your ass, you wouldn’t look so mad. I promise you that.” 

“Shut up.” Kid rolled his eyes. “I’ve been lookin for ya all day. Thought ya might have got stolen.”

“Bet you would have loved if someone took me off your hands.” You have him a questioning look. “But why? Need me for something?”

Kid reached across the table and tugged your collar. “Nah, yer mine now, girlie. They would have ta take ya from my cold, dead hands.” He grinned so big it almost split his face in two. “And that’s not happenin.” 

That made your heart quicken. You looking into his amber eyes, hiding your soft spot for him. “You still didn’t answer the question.”

”Ah, well,” Kid didn’t have a great excuse. He wasn’t going to tell you the true reason. “Was gonna see if ya wanted to spar with me.” What a dumb fuckin lame-ass excuse. Idiot! 

You shrugged. “Sure.” Weird that something as small as simply wanting to spar upset him earlier. There was definitely more behind it. 

“Really? I mean good.” He swirled the beer around in his mug.  There was a bit of an awkward silence. 

Clearing your throat, you mentioned, “I have some things to do first. Didn’t get to em today.” You tapped your fingertips on the table. “Was gonna ask Heat to come with me cuz I need more clothes and he’s good at picking outfits, but I guess you could come.” You quickly added, “If you want. Because it’s just easier that way.” The dim lighting hid the blush on your face. 

“Ha! I’m way better at picking outfits than Heat.” Kid leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

”Real outfits, Kid,” you warned, “Not lingerie.” 

“Yeah yeah. Real clothes. Whatever.” He waved you off, cursing you mentally for putting images of you in lingerie into his head.

You both sat and drank your beers, Kid propping his feet up on the table as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stare at you a few times. What’s that about? Your ears perked up when some very drunk man was asking about how someone disabled could be a pirate, assuming they were talking about you with your missing eye. It was clear who they were talking about when he made a joke about an unarmed pirate captain.

It did tick you off when people talked about your imperfections, but fuck did it have you seeing red when you realized it was directed at Kid. You could tease him and make fun of him. You would NEVER bring his involuntary amputation into it, however. That was crossing a line. You don’t even think he heard it, judging from his lack of reaction and how he looked at you in confusion as you got up from the table. You didn’t feel like behaving tonight. There was an itch for violence that you needed to scratch. Maybe defending Kid was just an excuse to let some steam off. He certainly didn't need you to defend him.

”Wanna say that again?” You stood at the man’s table, palms resting flat against it.  The man grimaced when he saw your face. “What? You defending your cripple boyfriend? Seems about right an ugly cunt like you would be with him.” 

“It seems that you don’t know who either of us are.” You smiled at him and his companions. Anyone who had heard of Eustass Kid would know that he was far from incapable with one arm. “That’s cute. You must have been on the sea for what? Five minutes?”

The man’s companions laughed nervously as he kept up. “Bitch, if you’re not gonna take that prosthetic out and let me skull-fuck that butchered face, I would get lost.”

You reached up and pulled your log pose from your eye socket, rolling it around in your fingers. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his hair, slammed his face on the table, pulled it back up, and shoved your eye into his mouth as far back as you could push it. “Swallow it.” His eyes were wild and he clawed at the arm holding his hair. “I said SWALLOW IT.” 

He gagged and choked, holding his throat, before gasping for air. “WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes were watery as he stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Actually, I’m gonna need that back.” You grabbed a steak knife from the table and grinned at him.

”No please…” The man was sweating, scared shitless.

“Apologize to him.” You pointed at Kid, who was still relaxed in his seat, enjoying the show. 

“I-I’m sorry, S-sir.”

”Eustass Kid,” you corrected.

The man’s eyes widened with realization, that he fucked up big time. He started to plead for his life almost immediately.

You thrusted the knife into his stomach and tore it open. “Unfortunately, I do still need that.” His hands tried to grab yours away but kept slipping from the blood. His screams were really fucking up the atmosphere of the bar. You pushed into the open wound with your hand, searching for your eye. “Skull-fuck, huh? You’re lucky I don’t have a dick or I’d fuck you right in this warm, wet hole of yours.” Your hand found what it was looking for and retrieved the small orb. Dunking it in his companion’s beer, you cleaned it off and stuck in right back where it belonged. 

His two companions, trembling and trying not to catch your eye, dragged him off, leaving a trail of blood behind. He might live. You thought about cutting his arm off since he had such nice things to say about Kid’s amputated limb, but what you did was much more satisfying and cruel. 

You felt a metallic arm pulling you into Kid’s lap. “Yer so fuckin hot when ya get like this,” Kid growled in your ear lowly.

You grabbed his beer, having finished your own, and chugged the rest of it. “This bar sucks. Let’s go somewhere else.” You trailed a finger down his exposed chest. “I feel like fucking some shit up.”

Kid’s signature laugh rang out through the bar. “Then let’s fuck some shit up.” He grabbed your chin. “How could I say no to a bonnie lass like yerself?” 

You made a fake retching noise. “Quit with that flattery bullshit.” Kid didn’t have to do any of that. If he wanted to fuck, you were down. “I’ll fuck you later.”

Kid frowned as you took his hand and dragged him out of his seat. He meant what he said. Of course, he wanted to fuck, too. Beside the point, you let Killer say nice things about you, but you didn’t take Kid seriously and that bothered him. 

You and Kid started a fight with anyone that looked at you sideways. Kid held someone still for you to beat up and you did the same for him, laughing maniacally as you did so. Alternating between knocking someone’s lights out, getting sloshed at different bars, and making out in dark corners, the two of you ended up walking to the very edge of the island. There wasn’t much else but beach here. You had no idea what time it was and no idea how you were still standing. Kid supported your weight as you walked through the sand in an incredibly unsteady gait. There was a piece of driftwood that was just big enough for you two to sit on. You leaned heavily against Kid and he put the excess fabric of his coat around your shoulders. 

For how drunk you were, Kid was impressed with how you deftly undid his belts and snuck your hand into his pants. It was known by now that arousal came as a package deal with your aggression. His thick shaft hardened quickly under your hand, happy to oblige whatever needs you had. Kid let his head fall back, enjoying the feeling of your small hand struggling to jerk him off. He let out an impatient huff when your hand started to slow, before stopping altogether. His amber eyes flicked to where your hand was limp around his cock and your head rested in his lap. “What the fuck?” That bitch fell asleep. Kid groaned. It was feeling so good too. He swallowed thickly. You clearly wanted to give him a handy, so there wasn’t anything wrong with helping you finish the job, right? He stuck his own hand down his pants and enveloped yours with his grip, tightening your hold on his cock. The feeling of doing something just a little bit wrong and in public to boot, sent a thrill right to his balls. He finished himself quickly with your hand, his pulsing cock emptying into it with a grunt. Kid snickered to himself with the thought of you waking up with your hand dried shut.

Kid had already pissed you off, not because your hand had been glued shut with his cum, which was admittedly funny, but because he had to put his two cents into every single thing you looked at. You wanted a second weapon to dual wield. You loved your gunblade and it was versatile though it still had limits. Every weapon you picked up, Kid chided you for picking something so low quality. You were deeply regretting inviting him along. You picked up a curved sword to inspect the blade.

”Shit metal. Shit craftsmanship.” Kid’s arms were folded and he looked just as annoyed as you did.

You finally stood toe to toe with him, pressing your finger to his sternum. “If you think everything in this town is shit, why don’t you make me something useful. Impress me, magnet boy.” 

“Magnet man.” Kid unfolded his arms. “Fine. I will. And it’ll be so good it’ll blow yer tits off.” He went to flick your nipple but you slapped his hand away.

After perusing possibly every weapon this town had to offer, you moved on to your next task: clothes shopping. Kid had actually picked out some tasteful outfits. He did manage to sneak a few, more risqué items in, though they were cute so you did entertain the idea of buying them. You also found a little outfit that Kid agreed Heat would be enamored with. You found a few more things, including some more bold choices, since you wouldn’t fit in without at least one pair of stupid ugly pants. You threw everything into a pile and returned with your normal clothes on. When you went to pay, the man behind the counter said that your boyfriend had already paid.

It shouldn’t piss you off but it did. “I told you to stop doing that shit.” You jabbed Kid’s side and grabbed the bag from his hands. 

“Doing what?” 

You couldn’t even say it without getting embarrassed. “You know.” You held the bag up. “The compliments and … nice gestures.” You huffed. “It’s weird. We’re not…anything.” Kid was just your fuck buddy, nothing more. No feelings were involved, or that’s what you told yourself. 

Kid knew that was true, though he thought he might want to be something to you. “Didn’t say we were. I can’t do something nice?”

”You’re Eustass Kid. You’re not nice.” 

“Whatever. Ungrateful hag.”  “Thank you. Much better.” You smiled at him.  Kid grumbled and complained for the rest of your shopping trip, eventually dragging you to a street vendor to eat since he was getting progressively more hangry. This time you paid, insisting on it to make yourself even with him. You both got some kind of saucy meat on a stick and found a tree to sit under. Kid wolfed his down in about a minute while you took a few more to finish yours. 

“What?” You said sharply, noticing Kid snickering at you.

”Yer a messy eater, ain’t ya?”

You froze as he used his thumb to wipe sauce from your cheek, popping it in his mouth. You huffed, mostly to avoid blushing. 

Kid seemed like he had something on his mind. “About the other night…”

”I won’t mention it. Don’t worry.” You knew he had a reputation to keep up.  “I was going to thank ya.”

”Oh. It’s not a big deal.” You sighed. “Listen I know what I just said, but it is refreshing to see that you’re not always a giant dickhead.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment. “We both loved her. Victoria. It was a child’s crush, but it was real enough to both of us at the time.” He had heard Killer explain some of it to you that night. 

”I never had anything like that.” 

“Would ya like to?” 

It was only human to crave affection, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before. It would be easier not to have attachments holding you back. It may also make your life less depressing. There were pros and cons to each side. You never got far with the notion since there was no one you had been interested in on that level, or any level. 

Kid mistook your extended silence for offense. “In general. Ya know. Not … with me.” Unless she wants me like that. He let his voice trail off.

“That would complicate things.” You pulled your knees up and rested your head on them. 

“But it might be worth it.”

"Was it worth it to you?" 

Kid knew you were referring to their past with Victoria. "Aye." No matter how much it tore him up some days, he wouldn't trade it. As Killer said, you had to go through certain things to be who you were today, and Kid liked who he was and what he had in his life currently.

After dropping your bags at the ship, you walked with Kid towards the clearing that you and Mini found. A few minutes passed, filled only with the sound of chirping birds and leaves shifting against each other in the breeze. Your hands swung close enough to each other that you could feel the wind from Kid's hand. “I saw that ya missed me enough to connect our spaces again.” Kid teased. He couldn’t take the stretch of silence, not after the slightly down conversation from earlier, and he hadn’t yet gotten to mention that he noticed the change.

”Hypothetically, what if I were to say that I enjoy your company… occasionally.”

“I would say that of course ya do. Everyone enjoys me.” Kid had a smirk on his face, yet underneath, there was a big goofy grin threatening to break through ad your admission. 

“Mhm.”  “Hypothetically I enjoy starin at yer ass when yer workin,” Kid offered. 

”That’s not a hypothetical.”

The clearing was empty. It seemed as though no one else had found your spot. It felt odd to square up to Kid for a fight where you weren’t trying to kill each other for real. The agreed on rules were no use of devil fruit, but weapons were fair game. You could end the fight with one touch of your hand with your devil fruit, which is why you didn’t want to use it.

Standing across from Kid, you could appreciate his stature, broad shoulders, strong physique. He wasn’t cut like Killer was. There was a bit more meat to him, filling out his stomach in very pleasing way. You had to stop yourself from dwelling on it, or this was not going to be a fight at all. 

Kid came at you first. Normally you used your speed to dodge and land an attack in an opening. This time you blocked him. He did the same thing to your punch. It filled you with a sense of pride that you could match him in strength like this. The hits from his metal arm hurt worse. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but both of you had started by holding back, not completely willing to hurt the other. The competitiveness between you, however, quickly caused you to start putting your full weight behind everything. You could hear Kid growl as you narrowly avoided his fist, which instead splintered a tree trunk. You used the opportunity to land a kick in his side. He wheezed for a second before coming after you again. A big sweeping motion with his metal arm took you by surprise, knocking you to the ground. Using the momentum from rolling, you hopped back up in time to miss another attack from Kid. 

The taste of blood was in your mouth. It seemed he had split your lip. You licked the red liquid decorating your mouth, steeling yourself to get more serious. Pulling out your gunblade, you shot several times in seemingly random directions. It was habit not to shoot at Kid since his devil fruit could deflect bullets. Large branches from the surrounding trees fell around him in a way that made it difficult to dodge them all and forced him to remain in one space.

You followed right behind the branches, taking a running leap at Kid’s back. Before you could press your blade to his throat, he shed his feathered coat that you were holding on to, causing you to fall in an ungraceful way. You had to quickly roll to dodge Kid’s next attack. He had taken out his own gun and sent a bullet into the ground you had just occupied. 

Kicking out forcefully in Kid’s direction, you connected with his leg, destabilizing him enough that you could launch yourself from the ground to tackle him. He was quick to prevent you from getting him into a grappling hold. Kid grabbed your wrist and slammed it on the ground, forcing you to release your grip on your gunblade. In a flash he had both your wrists caught and your legs pinned under his own. Kid held his head back, knowing that your counter would be to headbutt him. 

The afternoon angle of the sun bounced orange rays from your fiery eyes, the light glistened off the thin sheen of sweat on your Y/S/C skin, and it lit your hair up like a flame, the way it was wildly strewn behind you only enchanted the effect. Kid was entranced by the heave of your chest as you caught your breath and the playfully aggressive gaze fixed on his own face. Red caught his attention, blood spilling slowly from the cut in your lip. Suddenly, he was transfixed by the crimson bead, lowering his mouth to meet yours, sucking the iron-tinged from your lower lip. A silvery thread of saliva connected you as he pulled away. He searched your face for any sign to stop and found only molten desire. 

There was a tangle of limbs, hands weaving through hair, sloppy wet kisses, and indecent sounds. Kid's weight pressed against you and his grip keeping you in place had placed impure thoughts in your mind even before he tasted the blood on your lips. That served only to add fuel to the fire burning deep within your core. Deep down you were mad about this weakness, the intense sexual chemistry you had with Kid. In this moment, you were in thrall to it, insatiably grabbing any part of him you could reach. 

A nervous clearing of the throat alerted you both to the presence of Pomp and Reck. Kid grabbed the gun he had knocked from your grasp and you pulled his from his bandolier, both sending a warning shot in their direction. 

"FUCK OFF!" You roared in unison, sending them racing off toward town.

"Can't. Get. Any. Fuckin. Privacy." He said between shoving his tongue down your throat. 

You could feel Kid's cock grinding into your thigh as he hastily ripped your pants down to your knees. You spread your thighs apart as far as the restricting fabric allowed to give Kid's hand access. His flesh fingers wasted no time finding their home in your dripping core, one after the other were inserted impatiently. The stretch as his fingers scissored your opening wider had you groaning into his mouth. Kid eagerly devoured the intoxicating noises slipping from your lips, each one causing his tip to drool. 

"Kid, I ngh-need it. Now." You panted out. 

"Yer not ready yet." 

"I don't care." You grabbed his dick through his pants. "Give it to me before I take it myself." 

Kid slipped a third finger inside, earning another sweet set of sounds from you. "Look at ya, rotten brat. Givin orders to me." He thrusted his fingers a few more times before removing them completely. 

You whined at the empty feeling. "Please." Your thighs rubbed together for friction. 

"Ya want this fat cock?" Kid freed said beast from the confines of his pants, stroking it slowly to give you a show.

You nodded vigorously, freeing your legs from your pants.

Kid pulled your soggy panties to the side, lining himself up with your slit and pushing his dripping mushroom head between your glistening folds. You wrapped your legs over his hips and pulled him inside yourself until you were completely full. Truthfully, Kid would have loved to drag this out and tease you a little more, but your wanton craving for him was really turning him on and there was no doubt someone else from the crew would come interrupt again soon. Kid's metal hand was big enough to wrap under you, holding your body in the palm while the thumb rested over your pussy. The cold metal against your clit was electrifying and you hissed through your teeth when Kid applied pressure. 

"Ya like that?" Kid moved his hand, effectively using you as a human fleshlight. "Yer gonna love this."

A cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat as Kid continued this movement, grinding his cock into your cervix, and added a low vibration with his devil fruit directly above your clit. With barely a warning, an orgasm crashed over you, making you shriek even louder. Kid narrowly held his own release back feeling the gush and pulsation of your climax. He continued to move you up and down his shaft, increasing the vibration in his thumb. The first orgasm was barely over before the second one overcame you. 

"Oh f-uck yes." You moaned. "Use m-me!" 

Kid's pace was erratic. The way your cunt gripped him with its gushy walls was enough to milk his balls dry. "That's right," Kid growled. "Yer my personal cock sleeve. Ya can't get enough of my cum can ya?"

"F-fill me up, C-Captain." You hand pressed down on the thumb of his metal hand, feebly attempting to grind your clit against the vibrations. 

Kid snickered, helping you out by increasing the pressure. Purple energy crackled around your collar as he tightened it around your neck. Your moans were raspier now, though just as needy. "That cunny of yers is suckin me in. She wants my cum so badly, aye?" 

You nodded your head, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, unable to swallow. Black tinged the corners of your vision. Your mouth formed a silent cry as Kid tightened your collar further, using you to get off. You twitched and trembled, a final orgasm taking you over. The tingling warmth enveloping you in a bath of endorphins. You were fully caught in your own pleasure, so much so that you missed Kid doubling over you, releasing a cry of his own as he emptied himself into you. He used your body to pump every last drop from himself. 

You gasped as he released his power, sucking fresh air into your lungs to quell your burning muscles. Kid removed himself from you and laid you down flat, pushing your legs back to admire his seed dripping from your hole. He wiped the drips with his fingers and pushed it back inside you, pulling your panties back over your cunt and giving it a pat. 

"Keep it all in, bunny, or I'll have to fill ya up again."

"Yeah? Not much of a threat is it?" You found your pants and dusted yourself off.

As soon as you had your pants on, Kid slung you over his shoulder and cracked your ass with his hand. "No talkin back."

About halfway back to town, Kid let you walk on your own two feet. "Can ya walk or are yer legs still jelly?" He kept his hands hovered above your shoulders in case you fell over.

You grabbed his coat for support. "I'm good." You thought he had picked you up to be an asshole. Was he trying to be helpful? You didn't complain this time. Your legs had been jelly. 

Kid took note of your hand moving from his coat to hold onto his arm. He let it stay. You only removed it when Heat stared at it too long, not even aware that you had still been holding onto Kid. There was an immediately coolness where his warmth had been, and the urge to keep holding him close surfaced. Kid had been thinking the same thing. He liked feeling your weight on him, feeling you rely on him. He wanted you to rely on him more and trust him with yourself.  

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[wonderlandoffanfics]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

29

"This is my girlfriend, F/N." Zoro shifted from the younger woman peeling her grip away, "Now, apologize."

She offered you a curt smile and extended a delicate hand, "Excuse me, a simple mistake."

You reluctantly shook her hand as Zoro moved closer to you, "Sure."

You weren't sure how to react. There were very few people your boyfriend was associated with that you hadn't already met through your brother. Even fewer of those people were women.

"You're so cold, you could at least introduce me." she whined brushing a teal lock behind her ear.

"That's Hiyori." Zoro muttered.

"We dated in high school." she chimed happily.

"Hardly," he grumbled, "she followed me around and everyone made a big deal out of it."

"Well, we did sleep together." she shrugged with a smug smile.

It was clear she was trying to rile you up.

Zoro's hand came down on the countertop startling both of you. Of all the times your little brother pestered the shit out of him you'd never seen him this frustrated.

"Hey," he growled.

You calmly placed your hand over his drawing it back to rest in your lap sandwiched between yours.

"It's fine, Tiger." you tilted your head toward the teal haired woman, "There's something that comes with age, and that is understanding that the past is just that. You had a life before me, that's alright."

You'd decided your best course of action was to not let her get what she wanted even though your insides burned with jealously. Rationally speaking it was ridiculous to be jealous about something that happened before you really existed in his life, after all you had eleven years on the guy. But having this woman sitting here so smugly rubbing your face in it was infuriating. You couldn't give her the satisfaction.

Zoro sat quietly next to you, brow twitching in annoyance that this conversation was even taking place. She was bringing up events out of context just to see how you’d respond. He wasn’t surprised with your diplomatic approach, in public you represented the family; had it been a more private setting he was sure you’d have shown your true colors.

“Well,” Hiyori stepped down from the barstool glancing around the old diner, “I’ll leave you to your geriatric date.”

“Finally.” Zoro muttered lurching forward as she ran her finger over his back.

She stopped at your side placing that same hand on your shoulder with a small fake smile, “Pleasure meeting the competition.”

“Oh, honey,” you scoffed turning slightly, “there is no competition and the pleasure is definitely all yours.”

Her smile widened as she chuckled and finally made her exit.

Zoro huffed and ran his left hand over his face, “I’m sorry about that.”

“Nothing I can’t handle, Tiger.” you smirked, “She’s a real piece of work.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” he sighed, “luckily she isn’t in town long. Hopefully we won’t run into her again.”

“Or if we do it isn’t in public so I can slap that smug look off her face.” you grumbled.

“I was worried there at the end.” the greenette chuckled.

“It was a very thin thread I was I holding onto.” you smiled before leaning into him.

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"They did not sleep together." Nami laughed leaning against Luffy as they sat on the living room floor.

"They did though." Luffy commented nonchalantly.

"Not like that." she pushed him gently.

"Huh? There's other ways to sleep." the youngest asked confused.

Nami deadpanned and leaned to his ear to whisper something making his face heat up a bit.

"You're too pure." Ace laughed.

"Am not," Luffy argued, "we've slept like that!"

"Luffy!" Nami yelped swatting him upside the head.

"Ah-ah-ah." the youngest cowered away from his girlfriend.

Ace and Sabo sat back cackling at your baby brother's expense.

"Ahem," you cleared your throat, "you were saying Nami?"

She glared at your brothers for a moment before turning back to you,"She got really drunk at one of Kid's house parties and fell asleep next to him on the couch. Rumors made it around school and she just ate it up. Of course Zoro hated it."

You sighed, feeling a bit better about the news. Zoro had tried to explain after your awkward encounter the day before but you'd insisted on changing the subject to enjoy your date.

"Were you jealous?" Sabo asked having calmed down from his laughing fit.

"I can't change the past and I can't be upset that he's loved other people, because I have too." you answered.

"So, yes." Ace chuckled.

"I can say I'm glad it wasn't with her." you settled back into the sofa next to them.

"She's annoying, but harmless. I don't think you really have to worry about her." Nami added.

Truthfully you weren't worried about her. Your bond with Zoro was strong. If all of the family drama that surrounded the first few months of your relationship didn't break him down neither would this cocky woman.

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A chilly breeze stirred your hair up pulling it out of your face as a mixture of pink and white dogwood blossoms swirled around your boots. Spring was settling in but it was still cool out. Pulling your sweater tighter you stepped forward taking your boyfriend's hand as he offered it.

"I haven't been here in years." you commented looking around the groups of people stopping to take pictures of all of the trees in bloom.

You and Zoro had just had lunch near by and he wanted to show you the dogwood and cherry blossoms before they all fell from the trees.

"You came here a lot?" he asked.

"Yeah, when the babies were babies we lived down that road," you pointed ahead a few blocks at a suburban street that veered off the main road, "I used to bring them here all the time. It's where they got into their first fight, I might've slapped a kid. Good times."

"You slapped a kid?" he chuckled raising a brow.

"He called Ace retarded. I wasn't about to let the little shit get away with it."

"Then he had it coming." he agreed with a smirk.

"The trees were just little saplings back then though. I don't even think they bloomed." you added stopping to sit on a bench.

Zoro's phone buzzed.

He glanced at you apologetically, "It's work, do you mind if I grab it?"

"Go for it." you smiled taking out your own phone.

He remained close while you entertained yourself occasionally catching bits of other conversations until one in particular caught your attention.

"That one there," a young blond woman pointed at Zoro from the bench next to you.

Her white haired friend sat next to her picking petals from her scalp, "Oo the one with the scar? I've seen him somewhere."

"He works at that bar near the mall." the blond information her, "I should ask for his number."

You chuckled to yourself and went back to scrolling on your phone.

"I think he's with that lady," the other said, "I thought I saw them holding hands."

"The old one?"

Your chest got tight and your face began to heat up. There it was again, that word, and with it the implication that you couldn't be with someone young and attractive.

"C'mon, I don't think she's that old."

At least you were being defended.

"But look at all that gray."

Zoro hung up and slid his hand over yours as it rested on the bench between you. Before you could lift your head to look at him someone stepped in front of you. Your eyes trailed up to meet the gaze of the girl who'd been sitting near you, her blue eyes fixed on Zoro.

"Excuse me, we've met at the Redline before. I was wondering if I could give you my number?" she blinked bashfully at him.

It was as if you didn't even exist.

Zoro's hand came up still holding yours, "Not interested."

Your attention snapped to his uncaring expression. It was no surprise that he was blunt, but still, he could have spared her feelings a bit.

She scoffed and trudged away as her friend chuckled out an amused, "I told ya so."

"You ok?" your greenette asked making you realize you were pouting.

"Ah, yeah. I'm fine." you smiled softly, "Does that happen a lot?"

He shrugged, "Sometimes. That was just disrespectful though. She saw us together."

"Yeah, well, I look like your aunty." you scoffed.

"You do not." he bent down to kiss your nose, "Don't let that idiot get to you. That was her whole plan."

"You're right, Tiger, I shouldn't worry about it. What you think is much more important anyway."

His forehead gently pressed against yours drawing all of your attention to him, "And I think we should head back to my place."

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I can't stand you (Penguin x reader )

A/N: This idea was suddenly in my head and as soon as possible I started taking notes. Tbh I would love to see more of Penguin if he acts like that. If you ever do something like this or maybe wanna do a followup part/sequel, tag me please.

The break room inside the Polar Tang was full and loud. A lot of chattering and laughing was heard. Bepo and Penguin were entertaining the whole crew. You have been a member of the heart pirates for almost 6 months and they all welcomed you with open arms and you knew instantly this is family now. Everyone was pretty nice towards you for one exception. You were looking at the young man with the penguin hat. You didn’t know if you did something wrong or said anything, but he disliked you and showed it. Whenever you entered a room, his smile was gone. He was sighing, groaning and you are pretty sure he rolled his eyes whenever you were there. At the beginning you joined him and Shachi in the kitchen. You even joined their training sessions once in a while. Everything was fine and then suddenly he was annoyed whenever you showed up. No one could tell you what was wrong. Even Shachi was clueless, or pretended to be clueless. It was weird for him to behave like this. He was such a fun and sweet guy around others. Telling jokes, entertaining his crewmates. He even made snacks for everyone once in a while. He was so caring towards his crew except for you. You tried talking to him, asking him if you did something that hurt him or something like that. But Penguin ignored you the whole time. With an annoying groan he just turned around and left you alone. You wished to be friendly with him as well. You often wondered what his eyes looked like under his hat, what his smile would look like if it was directed to you. You knew two facts for sure. He was pretty handsome, without seeing his face clearly and he hates you.

You sighed. Today was a hot day and you all wore your boiler suits half off and it was still too hot in the submarine. You drank the glass of water before you in a few big gulps.

A few minutes later your captain, Trafalgar Law, joined you guys. “We were docking on the next island in a few minutes. I have a list of supplies we need to restock. So make sure to do it first, before you explore the island..” He held a few pieces of paper in his hand.

“Shachi is still bedridden. The flu knocks him out for today and tomorrow for sure. After that he will be back with his full energy most likely. That’s why y/n will stay behind and guard the Polar Tang with Penguin.” With that he turned around and was ready to leave the room. He stopped right in his tracks as Penguin shouted at him. “Wait! Why do I have to do this with Y/N? Can someone else join me?” He was asking, annoyed that he had to do this with you. You felt hurt, as he was saying it without a problem. The rest of the crew were looking between you, penguin and Law. They felt pity towards you.

Law let out a sight. “Shachi can’t do this today, so y/n will do it today. You always do this in tandem.” Penguin gritted his teeth.

Ikkaku suddenly stood up. “Ehm Captain. I could be on duty today for Penguin or Y/N.” She said and Law glared at her with an unpleasant look. “No. Penguin and Y/N will do it today. Captain’s Order. You don’t have to sit next to each other the whole time. We will be away for a few hours at most. So get yourself together.” With that he left the room and the silence was very weird.

Ikkaku patted your shoulder and smiled at you before leaving the room. After a while Penguin left as well, you stood up and were following him.

You both were in a corridor as he began to talk. “Do what you want. Go into your room or on deck. I will do it alone.”

You increased your speed to match his. “You heard what the captain said. We have to do this together. Can you stop being a bitch about it?”

He stopped in his tracks. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it. Go do what you want, but leave me alone.”

He started to walk again and you felt anger rising in your chest. So you jumped forward and grabbed his wrist. “I have no idea what your problem is when it comes to me, so stop treating me like an enemy here. We are a Crew.”

With one movement he was freeing himself from your grip, grabbing your wrist and pressing you against the near wall. Your hand was above your head, and he held you with a tight grip. You were shocked about this sudden situation and looked at him with a hint of fear and panic in your eyes.

“You are my problem.”

You gulped and tried to hold his gaze. “What did I ever do to you?”

He tightened his grip around your wrist. “You are arrogant. You show off whenever you can. You have to show everyone that you are great at everything. You are a better cook. You are a good fighter. Shachi and I could lose to you for sure. They are laughing at your jokes. I hate seeing you. I hate that you are better in everything that I am. I hate that you look really hot in those damn tight tops you’re wearing.”

You looked at him confused. He was still furious but there was more. He was looking at your cleavage and leaned into you. “I hate that I can’t help but feel attracted to you, to the point that I become horny whenever you walk around like this…like today. I hate that I want to kiss you and make out with you. I hate that you have so much control over me, that I would do anything if you just ask me.” His other hand was tracing your sides and your face til the point he was holding your chin in his hand. His face was really close to yours and you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

“It makes me angry. I absolutely hate…that I am telling myself to dislike you even though I don’t want to.”

And suddenly his lips were on yours. Without realizing what exactly happens, his tongue slipped between your lips and you granted him access. Your legs felt weak and his knee were suddenly between your legs, to help you get steady. Your hand was still in his grip while the other was finding their way to the back of his neck. He pulled away and kissed your neck with hot and needy kisses. A soft moan slipped from your mouth and he covered your mouth with his hand, leaning into you and whispering into your ear. “Be quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear you.” He was looking at you with a cold look and even though you were confused and dizzy from this, you couldn’t help but find this situation with him extremely hot at this moment.

Penguin were looking at your flushed face. You were panting and your eyes were half lidded and full of desire. Suddenly the man before you smirked. “Seems like I have some control over you as well.” He was nipping at your ear and returning, kissing your neck once more.

You tried to talk and when his hand left your mouth and explored your waist the words slipped out. “I didn’t mean to come around arrogant. I thought I could impress you somehow, yknow?” He was humming and his lips were on yours again. “Stop talking.”

It was hard for you to hold back another moan of pleasure.

“I would love it if we could get along.” Penguin was stiff, pulled away and looked at you in shock. Maybe he realized just now what he just did. “Fuck. Can you stop talking? Otherwise I really have to consider if I hate you.” He let go of your wrist and was looking at you with lust in his eyes. “Let’s forget that this happened, sweetheart.”

He turned around and took a few steps. You were standing there in disbelief. “What? No, I don't wanna forget it. And did you just call me sweetheart?” There was no way you would ever forget making out with your handsome crewmate.

He was turning his head towards you. “Believe me, If we continue this show you won’t ever be able to forget it.” Penguin smirked at you and your face turned dark red. You wouldn't be against it but admitting it, is another story. You were holding your cheeks to hide the fact that you were flustered by his words and the fact that he turns you on with that damn smirk of his.

“Now come on, we have duty together, sweetheart.”

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Burning Hearts Chapter 18

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Tag List: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @airwolf92 @nothing-but-brass @tuskjohnny

MINORS DNI 18+

Burning Hearts Chapter 18: Interruptus

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The days grew darker and colder as you approached the one year mark of being a “captive” of the Heart Pirates. As your mentorship with Law evolved into something more than just a student/teacher relationship, you yearned to feel his body closer to you. As intimate as you grew with Law, you had still yet to fully consummate your union. 

It was always something.

It was like the gods themselves were stopping the two of you from taking it all the way. It was either one of you wan’t in the right mental state for it, too nervous or anxious, and when you were both feeling hot and bothered, something got in the way. 

First, it was the time in the forest… 

One chilly late-fall morning, you were finishing your training session with Law in the woods and you couldn’t help but turn it into an exhibitionistic make-out session. It all started when you had him pinned against the cool earth, your blades just millimeters from his heaving chest, and your black wings looming over the both of you. 

His face was sweaty, chin tilted up slightly to avoid the edge of your blades… gods he looked so beautiful underneath you… you gave in to your urges and dropped your swords and gripped his face before smashing your lips on his. He sighed heavily before letting his own sword clatter to the ground so he could grip the back of your head. The kiss was needy, wet, and desperate. You had such little alone time that you couldn’t help but break your rule of never acting like lovers (or whatever he considered you to be to him) during your training sessions. You were both pent up, he could forgive you for breaking the rule just this once… 

You hummed into Law’s mouth as he used his free hand to grind your hips down onto his. He smirked at your pleased reaction. 

*bdbbbtbb bddbbbtbbb*

The sound of a snail ringing shattered the serenity of the forest clearing. 

“Shit.” Law pulls back from you and sighs. 

“Don’t answer it…” You purr into the column of his throat as you place wet kisses along it. 

“No I have to get it-“

“Please honey, they can wait…” You plead as you toy at the collar of his shirt and nip at his exposed collarbones 

“No I’m getting it-“ Law says as he wrestles his snail out of his coat pocket and picks up. 

*click* 

“What?!” Law answers, angrily. You lean back on his lap and roll your eyes. You could have sworn you saw the snail in his hand wince. 

Penguin’s voice came through the speaker. 

“Hey are you still with D? Can you ask her if you’re supposed to wash the whites on hot or cold. I can never remember.”

“YOU CALLED ME OVER LAUNDRY?!” Law shrieks at the snail, blowing its eyes back. 

“Yeah you said if we had any emergencies we could call.” Penguin states on the other line. 

“Laundry is an emergency?!” You watched as Law grew redder and redder. 

“I dunno, I thought so.” 

“When I get back I swear to-“ Law seethes but you interrupt him. 

“Hot if it’s towels and sheets, cold if it’s clothes.” You pipe up. 

“Hey thanks! See you guys back here soon!” Penguin’s dopey smile is evident through the phone. The line clicks. Law sighs and throws his head back against the ground. 

“You’re probably not in the mood anymore, huh.” Law gives you a defeated smile from underneath you. 

“No… not really. Plus, there’s a hill of fire ants like, 2 feet from your head.” You say calmly. 

“WHERE?” Law jumps up with you on top of him and you take to the air. You laugh as you fly back to the base, leaving Law with a hat full of ants. 

——

Then there was the girls night you forgot about.

A quiet Saturday evening at the base resulted in Law offering to bring some Sora comics over to your room so he could read them to you. Comic books weren’t really your thing, but you saw the faint sparkle in Law’s eyes when he pitched the date idea to you. It was so sweet, so vulnerable… you couldn’t say no. 

So here you were, laid up on your pillows against the headboard. Law laid on his back too, his head and shoulders resting in between your torso and arm. You stroked his shoulder as he settled his head against your chest. He held up each comic so the two of you could see and he explained and read each panel in detail. You hmm’d and made other interested remarks as he fanboyed over his favorite series. 

“Well that’s the last one I brought. Maybe later next week I could bring a few more over-“ Law caught himself rambling. “I mean, if you’re interested.” 

“I’d love that, it’s a date.” You smiled as you leaned to kiss the top of his head. 

Law sets his cherished comic books on your bedside table before climbing on top of you. 

“Oh, can I help you, Mr Trafalgar?” You coo up at him with a smile as he hovers over you, his lips barely ghosting over yours, teasing you. 

“I think you can…” Law smirks against your lips gently. He snakes his hand to your thigh, lifting up the big tee shirt you were wearing and then spreading your legs. He gently cups your mound over your panties and you hum in approval. Law feels your wet heat through the cotton fabric. “You definitely can…” 

Before Law’s lips can finally envelope yours the way you’re craving, you hear a loud THUMP against your bedroom door. 

“Bitch why is your door locked? You flickin’ the bean or something? Come on, it’s girls night!” Ikkaku shouts from the other side of your metal door. 

Law’s eyes shoot up to meet yours again, this time in a panicked expression. 

“Shit I forgot it was Saturday!” You whisper to Law. 

“Fuck, I gotta get out of here…” Law says quietly before sheathing the room in blue. 

It wasn’t more than a second before the weight on top of your body was lifted and you were alone in your room. You take a second to catch your breath and pull your tee shirt back down past your thighs before standing up to unlock the door. 

“Sorry, sorry! I totally forgot! I lost track of time…” You apologize as you open the door. “You know how it is.” 

“Yeah yeah whatever, I found this bottle of tequila under Shachi’s bed… let’s hope they didn’t backwash in it too badly…” Ikkaku says as she strolls into your room and flops onto your bed, bottle of liquor in hand. “Holy shit he was just here.”

“What?” You spin around as you close the door behind her. 

“Law. He was totally just here. Oh my god I just cock blocked you!” Ikkaku’s expression was a strange mixture of sympathy and amusement. 

“I-I don’t… how???” You stutter out. 

“There’s comic books on your nightstand and it smells like stale coffee in here.” Ikkaku cocks her head at you knowingly. “You two were just in here making out, I banged on the door, and he freaked out over anyone knowing about the two of you so he ‘room’ed himself back to his office. Am I right?”

You sigh. 

“You’re not wrong.” You hop onto the bed across from your friend and grab the tequila bottle from her hand. You pop the cork off and take a swig. The clear liquid burns the back of your throat, but it soothes the feeling of embarrassment of being clocked so harshly and the annoyance of having Law’s touch ripped away from you again. 

“Damn… sorry, girl…” Ikkaku pats her hand on your knee. “Well! We’re here now, so drink up!” She tries to lighten your mood and tip the end of the bottle upwards in your hand. 

“Guess so!” You smirk and take another swig. 

— — 

THEN there was the time in the kitchen… 

You were walking past the galley with your laundry basket on your hip when you noticed Law standing at the counter alone, eating an orange and facing away from you. You change your course and enter the kitchen.

“I thought I’d only have to deal with the perverts on my own crew stealing my underwear… but here I am missing some again. Any chance you’d know anything about that?” You say teasingly as you set your laundry basket on the kitchen island counter.

Law turns around with his brows furrowed. 

“You have crew mates who take your underwear?” Law says with a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice. 

“Just the cook and a 90 year old reanimated skeleton.” You remark casually. 

Law’s expression becomes even more puzzled as he tries to make sense of your comment. 

“But what would the skeleton even-?” Law questions as you press your body against his and wrap your hands around his neck. 

“I don’t question it, just like I’ve let you steal them for almost a year now…” You smirk and play with the hair at the back of his neck. 

“Y-you don’t care that I’ve had them?” Law says quietly, looking at the door making sure it was closed and no one was coming by. “I wanted to bring them back I just didn’t know how to-“

You stand on your toes and press a tender kiss to his blathering lips. 

“It’s ok honey…” You say as you pull back. “It’s kind of hot..” You smirk. 

“Y-you think?” Law whispers into your lips. 

“Mhmm…” you affirm as you kiss him again, fingertips still tickling the back of his scalp. 

Law’s demeanor shifts from embarrassed to cockiness as he grips your ass firmly with both hands and hikes you up into his arms. 

“Well in that case, I think we should take this to my office…” Law smiles and kisses you firmly, gripping your butt tightly. 

Before you had a chance to respond you were dropped swiftly and your tailbone met the cold metal floor with a thud. 

“What the fuck, dude?” You ask as you regain your clarity. 

“Hey is anyone making dinner tonight? Woah, Daisy why are you on the floor like that? Are you okay?” Shachi rips open the door to the galley and bursts in. 

“She tripped. You know how she is.” Law hurriedly pulls you to your feet before immediately breaking physical contact. 

You rise to your feet and dust yourself off. 

“Hah hah, yep! Clumsy me!” You feign a laugh. 

“Damn, captain you should really check her out. She’s like, always falling all over the place. Maybe she’s got like, some inner ear issue or something? Or maybe those scaly dragon wings mess with her balance…”

“I will keep that in mind, Shachi.” Law says stoically. 

“Yeah, another time for that examination then, I think.” You huff as you slide out of the kitchen and back to your room. 

— — 

The time in his office was different… You didn’t wait for him to return.

You had finally had enough of the tension. You wanted Law. Law wanted you. You had both made it very clear. It was time you stopped waiting for the perfect moment and make the moment yourself. 

You took a long shower, taking care to wash your hair and shave to your liking. You applied lotion and perfume and let your hair dry naturally, the way that Law liked. After your shower you  threw on a soft black robe and headed straight for Law’s office. It was late enough that no one else would be walking the halls. 

You knocked twice to no response. You waited.

Nothing. 

You knocked twice again.

Nothing.

You tried the doorknob. It clicked open. 

“I should’t be doing this…” You whisper to yourself before pushing the door open. You peek your head inside and look around. The entire office was dark, including his adjoining bedroom, the only light on was the one on his desk. You were drawn to it. 

“Law?” You call out into the room as you step in. You close the door behind you. 

You walk to the archway leading into the bedroom. His queen sized bed was unmade, but unoccupied. You turn back to his empty office and start to move towards his desk. You sidle up next to his desk, curious as to what he was working on. 

What catches your eye is a large, marked out map spread across Law’s desktop. You see large buildings on the map circled and marked with their entry and exit points. This was an island you’ve never seen before…. Flower fields marked several terraces of the layered land and cobblestones streets ran like veins across the map. 

Your fingers finally reach the corner of the paper. 

“Dressrosa…” You whisper as you glide your hand across the title of the map. 

“Oh my god…” You pull your hands to your mouth and gasp. This was an attack strategy. Law was leaving his crew for a solo mission.

Law was planning to kill Doflamingo. 

“No… he can’t…” You back away slowly from the desk, your hands still to your mouth. 

With the shock of this realization you sprinted from Law’s office, down the dimly lit hallway back to your room. You swung your door open and threw yourself under your covers, breathing heavily as you tried to put yourself to sleep. How could you go on knowing Law was planning a suicide mission?

— —

**AN- HEY YALL Sorry this took so long! I think the big THING will happen next chapter, will probably be out Sunday? Thank you for being so patient and reading the series! LOVE YOU!**

[wonderlandoffanfics]

Burning Hearts Chapter 17

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

****MINORS DNI***

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

Burning Hearts Chapter 17: Happy Birthday

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Fall had arrived on the island and the air temperature wasn’t the only thing that had turned colder. As the leaves on the trees turned from green to a burnt orange, Law had turned distant not just from you but from the rest of his crew as well. You knew there would be a shift in your dynamic after you lost control and took a chunk out of his arm, but holding a grudge against you didn’t seem like Law’s style… and it wouldn’t explain his indifference towards the other crew members. 

You had a nightmare a few nights ago and found yourself knocking on Law’s bedroom door, looking for comfort in your restless state but you were met with nothing. Another day, you had attempted to drop off breakfast in his office but you were told to “leave it outside” and he would “get to it eventually.” Hours later you walk down the hallway to find it untouched and each delicious morsel you prepared was undisturbed. 

“Hey Bepo,” You ask with a mouth full of peanut butter on a piece of bread from a loaf you freshly baked the day before. “Why is tomorrow’s date on the calendar crossed out all weird?” You point at the calendar on the fridge and tap it with a long fingernail. 

“Oh… well… it doesn’t matter…” Bepo says nervously from the doorframe in the kitchen, twiddling his large clawed thumbs. 

You choke down your breakfast and cock your head. 

“Okay you’re being weird about it and you suck at lying so give it up, big guy.” 

Bepo sighs. 

“That’s the captain’s birthday.” He says finally while staring at the floor. 

“Okay…? That doesn’t explain why it’s blacked out.” 

“Well, he hates his birthday. Insists we ignore it, actually.” 

“Why?” You inquire. 

“He’s always hated it. We never really asked why. We got him a cake one year and he yelled at us before spending the rest of the week alone in his room. We just figured out that it’s best we leave it alone. That’s probably why he’s been weird lately… he knows it's coming up…” Bepo looked distraught. 

“Hating a day of the year seems silly… but I guess so do most of the things he does…” You wash and dry your hands and head past Bepo to return to your room. “Thanks for the info.” 

— — 

“Hmmm… okay steam for fifteen minutes…” You slide your pointer finger down the hand written rice ball recipe to make sure you were getting the correct timings and measurements. 

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” A voice calls from the doorway and you turn around to see Shachi coming in to the kitchen, obviously following his nose. 

“Rice balls. They’re not done yet and they’re not for you, so hands off!” You call as you throw the dish towel over your shoulder and fix your apron straps. 

“Oh the captain’s favorite huh? Somebody must be trying to-“ Shachi’s sharp-toothed smile fades once he sees the calendar on the fridge behind you. “Wait… what the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing? Making the birthday boy his favorite dinner, idiot.” You return to the stove. 

“I’M the idiot? Are you insane? He’s gonna freak out if you even MENTION his birthday, let alone make him dinner! Do you have a fucking death wish?” Shachi rushes over to you and tries to squeeze behind you to turn the stove off. You swat his hand away from the knob. 

“Will you cool it? Let me do this. If he gets mad at anyone, let him get mad at me. Now get out before you’re an accomplice.” You slap Shachi on the back and push him out of the kitchen. 

You spend another hour in the kitchen diligently molding rice balls into perfect little triangles and arranging them onto the plate in a neat little tower. You smile at your handiwork, but you were still a little apprehensive of how your birthday stunt was going to go over with the grumpy doctor. You grab a piece of paper from the pad next to the fridge and a pen and scribble out a makeshift sign to put next to the meal saying “DO NOT EAT” with an angry face. 

You head to Ikkaku’s room and knock on the door. 

“Come in!”

You push the door open and smile at your friend, immediately heading to her closet. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, my lady?” Ikkaku says sarcastically as she watches you start going through her rack of clothing. 

“Do you still have that black dress? The wrapped one? Kind of a slutty little hemline?” 

“I do, it’s collecting dust in there in the back. And why do we need to get dressed up on a Tuesday evening at home?”

“I have a plan.” You smirk as you retrieve the dress from the back of Ikkaku’s closet. 

“Wait… it’s not… is it? Oh my god, Daisy this is a bad idea. You are severely underestimating how much that man hates his birthday. Haven’t you seen the way he’s been moping around the place lately? You cannot do this!” Ikkaku shouts at you from her position laying on her bed.

“I think you’re severely underestimating how much that man likes rice balls and boobs. Men are simple… even the crazy ones.” You wink as you flit back to your room, dress in hand. 

— — 

You look at yourself in the mirror before you head out to bring your plan to fruition. Ikkaku’s black dress was wrapped tightly around your figure, tied in one bow at the waist holding it all together. The neckline dipped low on your chest and the thigh high hemline made your legs look much longer than normal. You had unbraided your long hair, leaving it in soft waves cascading down your back and shoulders. 

“If this doesn’t work, nothing will.” You say to yourself ask you reach the kitchen and pick up the plate of rice balls you had made earlier. Approaching Law’s door, you swallowed harshly and straightened your dress before knocking. 

*knock knock knock knock*

“Working.” You hear from the other side of the steel door. You sigh and turn the handle anyway. 

“Hey hey!” You say cheerily as you peek your head through a crack in the door. 

“Daisy. Do you need something? Are you hurt?” Law looks up from the mountain of papers on his desk. He meets your eyes. His pale grey eyes were winked in and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. 

“No no I’m fine! I just though I’d bring you your favorite dinner!” You step fully into Law’s office and present the plate of rice balls with a smile. 

“Oh. I see. Thank you.” 

You walk towards Law’s desk and place the plate down. 

“I thought you could use a nice meal, it being a special day and all…” You let your voice trail off  as you sit down carefully in the leather armchair directly across from him. 

“What did you say?” Law furrows his brow. 

“I know you hate your birthday, Law, but you have to learn to let people do nice things for you.” 

“Who asked you to do this? Who told you today was my birthday?” Law raises his voice and you can see the anger in his face. “I don’t want fucking shit done for my birthday, and it’s clear you knew that and made a big deal out of it anyway!” 

You maintain your composure. 

“A plate of rice balls isn’t exactly making a big deal about it, Law.” You roll your eyes. “You’re so afraid of people being nice to you that you scream at them for making you dinner on your birthday. Your crew loves you, they care about you. You make sure they’re safe and happy every other day of the year, why can’t you let them treat you for one day?” 

“I… I can’t.” Law looks down at his hands on the desk. 

“Why? Is it so hard to believe people care about you?” You ask. 

“I just can’t!” Law slams his fists down on the desk. You jump a bit, but remain steadfast. 

“Fine, if you can’t accept that your crew cares, what about me then?” You say as you rise from the chair and walk towards the side of Law’s desk, getting closer to him. 

“W-what do you mean?” Law looks at you from his seated position behind the desk. 

“Maybe I can show you how much I care…” You reach to your side and untie the bow holding the dress together. You unreel the dress from your body, slowly revealing a black lace bra, matching panties and a garter belt you had picked up sneakily last time you went clothes shopping in town. 

“D-Daisy-“ Law stutters as his eyes widen in shock at your nearly naked form leaning against his desk. 

You move towards him and swing your leg over his lap to straddle him before he had a chance to protest. 

“You’ll let me show you, yeah?” You cup his face in both hands to make him look up at you, his goatee tickling your palms. The look in Law’s eyes had changed from anger to vulnerability. 

“Yes…” He pants up at you. 

You respond by slamming your lips onto his in a passionate kiss. Law grunts in response before grabbing your torso with cold hands, making you shudder. You snake one of your hands to the back of his neck and the other wrapped itself in his hair, lightly pulling on the black strands. Law hums in appreciation of your boldness and slides his hands down to cup your exposed ass. 

After a few more minutes of making out, Law starts grinding your hips onto his in a desperate attempt to feel more of you. He pulls away from your lips, a messy string of saliva still connecting the two of you when he speaks. 

“I-is it getting hot in here?” He asks shakily. 

“I don’t know, just take me to bed.” You say as you place more kisses along his chiseled jaw. 

“Room…” 

And in flash off blue light, you and Law were locked in a frenzied kiss again, but this time you were on top of him in his bed. Law leans up and rips his shirt off his head, knocking his hat to the floor in the process. He leans into you and starts mouthing wet kisses into the base of your neck. 

“Off… Please…” Law gasps against your neck as his hands fumble with the clasp of your bra behind your back. 

“Let me help.” You giggle and reach around behind you and undo the clasp yourself, your breasts spilling out into Law’s face as you toss your bra to his bedroom floor. Law was completely frozen with his hands on your lower back as he gazed at your naked tits. “You can touch them you know, you don’t have to just look…” 

Law is shaken out of his daze and raises his hands to gingerly grope at your boobs, squeezing and pinching at the soft flesh. 

“C-can I kiss them?” Law whispers and looks up at you sitting on his lap. 

“Mmhmm…” You coo as you stroke his face with one hand. You gently draw his face into your left breast and he latches onto your nipple hungrily. He groans and you sigh and throw you head back at the feeling of his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. 

Law pulls back from sucking your tit and uses both of his chilly hands to squeeze your breasts together and let the flesh jiggle in his hands. 

“You’re so fucking perfect…” Law sighs out as he is mesmerized by your breasts, cherry pink nipples erect and begging for him to bite and tease them. 

“Law… Please… Need you…” You grind your hips down hard onto his denim clad bulge, desperate for more stimulation. 

Suddenly, you’re flipped over onto your back and Law is hovering over you. 

“I need you too…” Law says to you frantically as he captures your lips in a heated kiss again. He leaves your lips to trail sloppy kisses down your neck to reach your chest again. He laves his tongue over your nipple and you mewl out as his hands caress your naked sides. 

You feel beads of sweat forming on your forehead and between your breasts. 

“Maybe it is hot in here…” You pant out. 

“Gotta get you out of these…” Law grunts as he rips your black panties and garters off your body, not caring about how many berries you spent on them, he was too desperate to have you naked in his bed.  Once you were bare, he leaned back down to kiss and bite at your lower stomach. 

“Shit… Law…” You whimper out as he gets closer to where you’ve really been craving him. 

*WHAM*

The metal door to the office is slammed open. 

“CAPTAIN THE BOILER’S BROKEN AGAIN!!!”

“Shit! Room!”

You had no idea what happened. You had heard the door open and Bepo’s voice from the adjoining office… and now you were fully nude and fully aroused alone in your own bed in your own room. 

— —

“What the fuck is the problem?” Law shouts as he springs from his bed. 

“Captain! Thank god you’re up! I see you noticed how hot it is, too!” Bepo looks Law up and down. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” “Well the boiler’s on the fritz again and the place is heating up like crazy. I thought you noticed… your shirt and hat are off and you’re all red…” 

“Oh.. well yeah I guess it is hot in here…” Law looks down at his bare, flushed chest. “What are you waiting for then? Let me get dressed and we’ll fix it.” 

“Aye aye, Captain.” Bepo turns to retreat to the boiler room. 

“And Bepo?”

“Yes, Captain?” Bepo cranes his neck to look at Law.

“Please be sure to knock. Even in emergencies.” 

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*A/N sorry these are taking forever to write! grad school is back in session so I've been crazy busy! But thank you to those who are still interested and keep coming back! Thanks and love ya :)*

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader NSFW

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Your eyes fluttered open as fingers traced the bare skin on your back. Trailing down your spine and back up to circle the tattoo on your left shoulder blade. You shuddered feeling his gaze on you for an extended period of time.

"Having fun?" you murmured turning your head against your pillow to glance at your greenette.

"Couldn't sleep." he answered, now drawing invisible lines over the tattoo itself.

"So you woke me up?"  you chuckled as his brown eye shifted to look at your face.

An apologetic smile upturned his lips, "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I never asked, but I was wondering when you got this. It looks just like Marco's."

"You're lucky I love keeping you company." you smirked shifting your body to completely face him, "The three eldest have the same tattoo. Thatch's is on his hip and is the same size as mine, but Marco had to show off and get a massive one that took like six hours."

"How'd the old man feel about it? Didn't he not like tattoos?"

"It's not that he didn't like them." you began to explain, "This was the former logo for Newgate Industries. It was reimaged when I was away in college."

"Why'd he get so mad when Ace got his then?"

"Ah, you've heard that story? Because," you started with a chuckle, "that idiot snuck out when he was fifteen and got the one on his upper left arm at some scratcher's place. He tried to hide it but it got infected. I had come home for a visit and found him with a fever. Marco and I had to take him to the E.R. Pops was furious when he got better, but couldn't stay mad long given the sentiment."

Zoro scoffed, "Spelling your name wrong doesn't seem very sentimental."

"Poor Ace," you laughed, "It isn't actually his name but rather and acronym of sorts. It's meant to represent the three youngest and Pops."

He looked at you confused, "If that's the case Luffy isn't represented, right?"

"Well, he used to be sort of a crybaby after I left for school. My poor baby, the brunt of his brother's trolling in the form of a tattoo."

"Wow," Zoro snorted, "it all makes sense now. How old were you when you got yours?"

"Pops took Marco and I for our respective eighteenth birthdays. It was sort of a right of passage."

"When you say it like that it makes you sound like a gang." he slipped his left arm under his pillow.

"Not so much a gang, we liked to say family." you smirked watching him process what you were saying.

"Well, now it sounds like a mafia." he let out a short laugh dismissing your insinuation.

"Don't worry Tiger, it was only temporary." you caressed his cheek.

His eye widened for a moment, "You're joking."

"I'm not sure I'm capable of jokes at four in the morning."

"So, your family business was a family business?" he raised a brow.

"I hope that isn't a deal breaker," you rolled onto your stomach propping yourself up on your elbows, "it's not like we were out there killing people."

"What kind of business was it then?"

"Mostly protection in certain neighborhoods. Some money laundering, nothing crazy." you shrugged, "Pops went legit when I was a college freshman, I didn't really have much to do with it."

"For the record I don't anything could be a deal breaker at this point." he murmured quietly.

"Becuse you love me, Tiger?" you teased turning toward him.

He stared at you for a few moments the answer to your rhetorical question written all over his face, accentuated by a pale blush you almost couldn't see in the darkness. The longer he looked at you the harder your heart pounded.

"Yeah." he finally replied in a gruff whisper.

"Y-you do?" you croaked.

"Uh, for a while." he shifted rubbing his nape.

His genuine answer has been so adorably bashful and honest, you felt bad for basically tricking him into admitting it.

Zoro's face was hot with embarrassment. He knew you were joking but seemed unable to go along without just stating what he was sure was obvious. Now it felt as if time slowed down, you'd gotten your confirmation in a round about way, but where was his?

Your sudden touch as you slid closer pulled him from his thoughts. He couldn't help but chuckle as you placed kisses all over his face. 

"I love you too, Tiger," you continued your sweet assault, "very much."

In a matter of seconds your innocent kisses took a more passionate turn. Seductively you slid your leg over his hips rolling him to onto his back. His hands immediately roamed up your bare thighs.

"Round two?" he chuckled between smooches.

"If it'll get you to go back to sleep."you smirked sliding yourself against his slightly firm length.

He shivered raising to gain more contact as his digits dug into your thighs. You sighed contently lining yourself up and pushing him into your warmth. A soft huff left his lips watching you sit up and roll your hips. Placing your hand on his chest to steady yourself, you picked up your pace.

Lust glazing over his eye, he admired every exposed inch of you as you bounced and jiggled above him. An alluring smile bent your lips seeing his reaction. As you lowered yourself to kiss his lips he wrapped his arms around you firmly pressing your chest to his.

"Zoro ~" you half squeaked half moaned as he rolled you over and attacked your neck.

He hummed continuing to rock into you at a steady speed. It was common now for him to keep you close. Honestly you preferred this proximity, it made you feel loved. All of his affection was easily transferrable while he had you pinned to his mattress.

Soon your legs began to quiver as you softly called his name. Burying his face in your shoulder he delivered your release and brought on his own.

"Think you can sleep now?" you panted running your fingers through his hair while he rested on you.

Loud fake snores rumbled against your sweaty chest as you chuckled and gently pushed him.

"At least get back on the bed," you whined, "it's so hot."

He rose above you a cocky smirk up turning his perfect lips before swiftly kissing you.

"Goodnight, Bun."

"Night, Tiger."

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"Where are you off to in such a rush, yoi?" your older brother asked stepping into the elevator after you and pressing the button for the lobby.

You turned quickly tossing him a smile, "Meeting up with Zoro for dinner. You came in late today, so unlike you."

"Last I checked I didn't have a schedule to keep and you weren't the boss of me." he crossed his arms lazily glancing down at you.

"Oh, so standoffish today my sweet Pineapple." you tapped his cheek gently, "I hope you had a fun night out with whoever she is."

"I was at home." he protested glaring at you with a slight blush.

"Aha! Lies!" you accused wagging your finger in his face, "I was actually home last night and you weren't. It's good that you stopped by the house to clean up and change clothes though."

An annoyed sigh left his lips as the elevator doors opened to let new passengers in. Your attention shifted with Marco's gaze toward a gorgeous brunette entering the small space. Her amber eyes darted between you lingering a bit longer on your brother before she abruptly nodded and turned her back to you. Slowly you glanced back up at him as his blue eyes remained locked on the employee. To anyone else he would seem aloof as always but you knew him much better than most, though his expression was stoic there was definitely an intense interest lighting that cyan gaze.

"Anyway... I was only saying I hope you had a good time," you smirked, "you deserve it."

"Yes, of course I did, yoi." he muttered through gritted teeth before thumping your head, "Have fun on your date."

As he finished his sentence the doors opened to your desired floor. The attractive brunette sashayed away while your brother broke off in a different direction. Something definitely seemed to be going on there. 

After a short drive you arrived at your usual diner to meet your boyfriend. He could be easily spotted from the entrance sitting at the bar waiting. You climbed onto the empty stool to his left and tussled his hair messing it in all directions.

"Hey, Tiger, sorry I'm a little late."

As he turned to greet you a voice piped up from the person to his right.

"Oh, I didn't know you had an aunty," an irrefutable beauty sat leaning against your boyfriend, her big blue eyes studied you for a moment before shifting back to Zoro, "it's cute that you meet up with her for dinner."

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Thought for the day - I believe there are two types of boys in One Piece in their relationships with girls, let me explain.

There are those where, outsiders, would never say that the two of you are in a relationship. You walk steps apart, exchanging only the essentials of words between you. However, anyone who looked closely could see that many times, some favors were done just for you, that his eyes always seemed to follow you at every step, protecting you even from afar. It was the type of situation in which the person who dared to mess with you would barely know where the blow would come from. However, when the two of you are alone, prepare for a clingy pair. He loves to make up for all the moments away when it's just the two of you - he holds you in bed for a few more minutes, stealing several kisses before facing the reality of the day, he always offers to accompany you on your explorations, just so he can drag you to hidden places in the city and enjoy the time alone, he will love you (aka fuck) as if that were the last night he would have you in their bed, after all, the next day, you both would just be crewmates again.

Law, Zoro, Marco, Killer, Katakuri, Mihawk, Smoker, Rob Lucci, Sabo (u can't tell me this loverboy wouldn't be the clingest guy in the alone time)

These people practically have your name tied to their existence. He don't exist without remembering your name immediately, accompanied by a smile, after all, anyone who saw - even if they didn't know you two - would know that you were made for each other - even if you are copies of each other's personality or are completely the opposite - you spark something in him that is sharp. They are super protective, yes, but they don't need to worry about following you far away, they know that no one would have enough balls to mess with his girl. Whenever they got into trouble, they immediately asked you for help after all you were one of the people he trusted most. With everyone already knowing about the two of you, he didn't need to make an effort to hide something, whether when he walked hand in hand with you, when he took the lead and asked who dared to interfere with their partner, or when they took advantage of any time free to love you (again, aka fuck) in a messy way, leaving marks and not sparing the noise. After all, everyone already knew that you belonged together.

Luffy, Crocodile, Ace, Kid, Sanji, Katakuri (he can be both versions, I'm sorry whoever disagrees), Franky, Shanks, Rayleigh, Buggy, Sabo (again, this sweetie fits for any side here)

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a/n: I don't think anyone was missing, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them here

[wonderlandoffanfics]

Hello my love🩵 I know you’ve had a similar request to this before but I just love the way you write him so can we get soft dom choso who an obnoxiously big dick😵‍💫 like reader is trying to act like she can take it but he just knows she can’t so he just stays buried inside them and rubs their clit until she cums and is finally comfortable enough for him to move

trying to take big dick choso ★

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom choso, size kink, praise, whiny choso, cowgirl.

“just lie back baby,” you whisper against the shuck of his ear, gawking lovingly as his pretty long lashes flutter from your words alone. choso’s heart flutters dramatically by default, you’re hovering over his leaky tip and he can’t help but exhale out a low sigh of what’s to come. he’s all pent up and frazzled—he’s had a long day with dealing with irksome enemies and you told him you’d help relieve some of his stress. “wanna ride you.”

“o- okay,” he swallows, gently bringing his perspiring-coated hands towards your waist. choso’s touch was always so delicate, he stares at you all doe-eyed like and tries hard to suppress his moans once you finally hover over his top. you inhale, glancing down at his wide, mushroom tip that was leaking with various amounts of viscous candied pre. “you’re so pretty.”

his words of affection only make you pulse more between your thighs as you prepare to take him. inch by inch, once his tip bedaubs near your soddened entrance in such a sloppy fashion, you whine. choso’s overwhelmed with how pretty you look like this — in such a position, straddling him. he bites his lip as you’re barreling his length. with a brief jerk forward, he’s slowly easing his way into your folds before your jaw gradually swings itself open it utter surprise. then it hits you,

he’s fucking big.

almost right away, you feel the thick impact of choso’s stupendous girth,

you’re barely even moving but you’re still trying to take him fully. he hears the sudden change of patterns from your breath — they��re all trembly and erratic. with a cute look of worry, he nips a few kisses near your collarbone. “baby,” he whimpers, albeit it’s in the more form of a question. the softness of his fingertips brush against your skin as he feels you struggle to take him. “h-how is it? ‘s it okay? should i hold your hips?”

“i’m okay, ‘cho,” you huff out, almost positive at this rate you were gonna cum. you look down, feeling the pressure inside of you weaken only to then arise. as you grind your hips forward, you bite your lip with your head slightly throwing itself back. “f-fuuuck,” you’d croak out, slumping your limp arms around his broad shoulders. choso awkwardly holds onto you tightly, moaning himself from the way your gummy walls try to swallow him whole. “y- yeah, jus’ hold me okay? just like that, baby.”

“so warm inside,” he purrs, a sheepish smile tugging against his lips as he slouches back. you had him whipped—he needed you in such a carnal way that the tips of his ears burn a feverish hot. he’s feeling all of you all at once, your insides mashing against his, it was pure bliss. so warm, your gloopy walls itself were seductive—loose and clamping down on him, wringing against him voluntarily. “you can take it baby, s-so good, fuckkk.”

you could barely bare around him, the plump head of his cock continues to squeeze around you before you stay still, dragging your hands toward between your thighs.

choso watches with hazy eyes, your own fingers ghosting against your clit. “is it okay if i touch myself, choso?”

“you don’t have to ask,” he whines, his eyes softening as he presses a wet kiss against your chin. for a few seconds, you rub your fingers against your clit before he’s fully in. you moan, feeling his cock just sit still inside of you. choso swallows the lump residing in his throat before he holds onto your right hip with one hand. “even if you’re not riding me, you still look so b-beautiful.”

it makes his mouth water, you’re squeezing around him so tight, his breath is coming out in short pants as he’s just stuffing you full of his inches. choso’s big, you and him both knew that.

the raw stretch makes your mouth open ajar, you try to shift your hips forward but he’s just so big.

choso’s swollen sack sticks against your skin like glue. the lower undersides of his thighs burn, a scorching temperature of heat whilst you sit on him before he lies back. ripped abs of his curl and clench underneath his white tee as he suddenly starts to feel his own head theon back. with a low sigh, choso covers a hand over his face that was starting to brighten a cute tint of embarrassment.

“f- fuuuck,” and with that, you collapse right into your boyfriend. he catches you, soft inky pupils of his take in your beauty as you’re stuffed full of him. his cock remains still as a statue before you whimper once you feel his own fingers brush against your clit. “k- keep doin’ that baby, please. ‘m gonna cum.”

“i love your voice so m- much,” choso whines, feeling himself get sensitive himself from the hot warmth your clingy walls provide. it’s barely any friction happening but still — with his size, you’re basically getting fucked stupid. just without the delicious movement to back it up. choso starts to nibble on your neck, continuing to rub against your sweet drooling cunt. “praise me some more, please, t- talk to me, wanna make you cum.”

his voice— it was also sweet and shaky, you lift your head up to give him a quick kiss before moaning, “you make me feel so good, baby. keep rubbing me there, o- okay? jus’ like that,” and you press a kiss against the left temple of his cheek.

choso’s heart was about to explode— he was so in love, figuratively melting with his twitching shaft exploring your love cave.

“mmhn, cum for me. ‘s okay, make a mess so i can clean you right up princess.” he mutters back, hearing a familiar ring screech through his ears.

the pressure continues to alleviate, your entire body feels misty, everything’s a blur.

as choso’s thick fingers consistently strum against your sopping cunt, he’s still buried into your tightening walls before you finally let go. it’s as if everything’s going in slow motion.

your lips part and you gasp—a devoted, obscene orgasm finally rips out of your throat before your thighs shake over him.

skin to skin, body to body, he feels like you’re just stuck against him like a leech—clinging onto him like velcro, never ever letting go. that was perfect for choso because he didn’t want you to ever go anyway. you’re so pretty once you release though, eyelashes compressing together, jaw hung open, brows furrowing into a disbelieving curve—oh, you were in heaven.

despite how you weren’t able to ride him how you originally wanted— you were still a bit saddened by it, embarrassed.

choso notices the cute pout forming against your spit soaked lips before he cups your face. heaving heavily, he leans in to kiss your nose, a humming “mwah,” comes from him and your rapidly beating heart suddenly swoons. “i love you.”

“i- i love you too,” you puff out a single breath of fresh air, still feeling your thighs quaver from your recent teeth-shattering climax. as his dick was still tucked inside of your gripping walls, you mimic his gesture, kissing the tip of his nose. “you’re such a good boy ‘cho, did so good.”

“heh, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep praising me like that, baby.” he tries to joke— yet once he feels you shift your hips a little to move, he’s suddenly hard again. “o-oh fuck.”

[wonderlandoffanfics]

Welcome To The Itadori's! - C.K.

Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadori’s (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smút only when they’re adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.0k

A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yuji’s family tree is HILARIOUS.

“You’ve never what?”  

“I mean, yeah? So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.

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Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you. 

He’s convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Choso’s racked up more interruptions than he’s seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesn’t watch.

It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of you…and maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didn’t seem too realistic when the Itadori’s were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately.  

Alas, Choso’s resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universe’s way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something he’s suspected ever since the both of you were eight.

The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.

Of course, it’s not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second you’d moved in - that new family next door he’d been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any. 

“Um, welcome to-”

“Your hair’s funny.”

Now, Choso’s never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasn’t supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?

Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of “M’sorry, meant your hair’s very cool. Wanna match-”

And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears. 

After a disaster like that, of course you’d grow to be best friends within the day. 

But what that didn’t explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.

Oh. 

Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder. 

Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your “new best friend” and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didn’t wake up and see this tiny predicament.

He didn’t know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-

“I WANNA PLAY T- Oh.”

Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.

“Oh no. Mommy’s gonna be mad.” you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, “Bye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!”

“Bye, crybaby.”

And then it’s quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-

“Big bro, why are you so red?”

Choso doesn’t think he’s gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting. 

Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.

“Hey, Cho, y’know the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.”

“Oh.” It’s all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter. 

Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, “I wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?” 

No, but Choso has never thought that he’d be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question. 

Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about kissing before - it’s just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-

“Man, are you even listening?” 

Shit. 

Your hand waving in front of Choso’s face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.” averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.

Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. “Thinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!” 

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Who were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give ‘em a big smooch tomorrow?”

God, you were going to be the death of him. “N-no! I haven’t even- shut up, crybaby, it’s not like-” he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until you’re steering him onto your lane. 

Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. He’d have broken into a sprint right then if he hadn’t known you and the way you’d race him there instead.

“Alright.” you declare once you’re stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And he’s barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. “We’ll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.”

Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?

“Practice.” Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. “For…practice.”

Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, “Well, we don’t have to if you do-”

“No no no no, I want- ahem.” he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, “I want to. Just-” Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is. 

Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadn’t hit that growth spurt yet. “Practice, right?”

You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, “Practice.” Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didn’t show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. 

Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-

Click! 

“You two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?”

You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldn’t be surprised if you’d teleported. He doesn’t even know what’s happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, you’re muttering out an embarrassed little, “Hi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.”

His dad smiles like he hadn’t just starred in what was likely Choso’s villain origin story. Waving happily, “Aww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you two go back to doing your lil’ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.”

“Dad, I’m running away.”

That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact. 

It’s only when you’re both eighteen, when Choso’s a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad. 

Graduation was…something. Not exactly something that he’s sure if he’ll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-

“You alright, Cho?”

Ah. 

Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. “Hm? Yeah, m’great.” 

“Are ya sure? Because you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm any second now.” you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when you’re picking him apart. 

“Yeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.”

“Aww, but you look so pretty smiling.” you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didn’t just have Choso’s knees dangerously weak. “Anyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince ol’ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?”

“You think m’pretty?” he muses, embarrassingly late.

“Cho.”

“Yaga. Shades. Got it.” Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful. 

And Choso can’t just stand around and do nothing about it.

“Crybaby, look, I-” Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, “I…”

“HEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGA’S SHADES LET’S TAKE A PIC-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOU’RE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.”

“I don’t know either of you two.”

It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as you’re immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for “ruining your k-drama moment” and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod. 

He’s only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. “Why didn’t you say it?”

Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfather’s face. Already having some idea of what you mean, “Wha-”

“I may be old but m’not deaf, yet, boy. Why didn’t ya tell her?” he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years. 

“I don’t know what you-”

“M’not blind, either. Quite frankly I’m insulted.”

And, well, if there’s anyone that he can’t hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, “M’not- Ugh, she’s too fuckin’ perfect and I…I chickened out.”

Choso doesn’t know what he expected in response but it definitely wasn’t for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. “Thought so, idiot boy.” he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. “Did she tell you?”

Raising a brow, “What?”

“Did she tell you that you weren’t good ‘nough for her?”

“No, but-” Whatever protest on the tip of Choso’s tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years. 

“Then go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, you’re my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.”

Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way. 

“You really think they’ll finally get together today?” Fushiguro deadpans from where he’d snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls ‘friends’. 

Choso’s grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yaga’s sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, “I’ll give it a few months more. He’s my grandson, after all.”

“That’s generous. I’d give it a couple years more.”

“Wanna bet, brat?”

“...”

Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet. 

Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him. 

Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years would’ve even dared to imagine he’d have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film you’d put on for movie night. 

“You’ve never what?” you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.

Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.

“I mean, yeah?” he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. “So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, “Maybe. Maybe not.” The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. “Want me to help you find out?”

Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lil’ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him. 

“Y-you sure about this, sweetheart?” he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.

You raise a brow, “Are you sure, Cho?”

He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldn’t ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if she’s as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. “Yes. Want it s’bad.”

Grinning wickedly, you whisper, “Thought so.” And then he’s pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.

“Oh fuck-” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. “Shit shit shit.” So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that he’s drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-

“Hngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?” you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just can’t help but tease you a little bit. 

“Mhm?” he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lil’ whines spilling out of you. 

You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasn’t budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that you’re sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. “Cho.” you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, “What?”

“You know…”

“I don’t.” he titters teasingly into your pussy. 

“Choso.”

Now, Choso’s known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted. 

Shit, he really should’ve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. “Tell me what you want, crybaby.”

And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, “Wan’ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.”

And that’s all that’s said before he’s surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-

“Wanted this for so long.” Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. “You have absolutely no idea, pretty.”

And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Choso’s moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole. 

“Oh shit. Jus’ like that.” For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-

“Use me.”

Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, “What?”

“Use me.”

There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch. 

And, well, how could you say no to that?

Because before you know it, you’re bunching Choso’s soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. “C’mon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jus’ a bit- Oh!” he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth. 

And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because you’re so sweet n’ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything he’s ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, you’d be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now. 

So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from it’s favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.

You jerk violently on top of him, “Hah! S’too much, Cho. M’so close- gonna cum- gonna-”

And then you’re cumming. Fast, and hard. 

Plushy walls clamping down on Choso’s tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high. 

“S’sweet. Could get used to that.” he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as it’d go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. “Better than I imagined.”

The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than you’d ever seen him. “Imagination? S’that why you’re so good.”

“No.”

You’re being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. “S’jus’ that…” grunting as he flings his shirt off, “Been dreaming of your pretty cunt on m’tongue for years.”

Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway. 

“Years, huh?” you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Choso’s toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, “S’that all you’ve been dreaming of?”

“You little minx.” he lets out a low hiss. 

Before you can even react, Choso’s fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, he’d have worn sweatpants instead if he knew they’d end up on your floor. 

And you’re not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this?  He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls. 

You’re only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, “I’ll be gentle.”

“You better not be, now jus’ fuck me-”

Well, you didn’t have to ask Choso twice. Because you’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him. 

“Shhh, s’okay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?” he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasn’t fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lil’ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. “Wanted to be split apart on m’cock?”

You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him. 

He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, “Because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Choso’s been holding back for too long. Because immediately he’s plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass. 

“Wanted this.” he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasn’t fucking you dumb already. “Fuckin’ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.”

“Ch-Choso- fuck hah-” you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good. 

“Yeah? Who’s fucking you silly, now?” he’s going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And you’d be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. “Say m’name.”

A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lil’ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. “Shit. Y’look so pretty like this.” he babbles. “Gonna cry, pretty girl?” smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. “Be a crybaby for my cock?”

You’re tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. “Cho-”

“Mhm?”

“W-wanna cum. Need you to fill m’up till I can’t take it anymore.”

Oh if Choso was any lesser man he’d have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now. 

“Oh yeah?” Hips becoming sloppy now, “Need it? Shit- m’so close.” Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that he’s sure you’d have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.

“Me too- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours. 

“Cum f’me, my girl.”

My girl. 

And then you are - and he is. And you don’t know who cums first, just that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes and Choso’s teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.

Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base. 

“Mm- shit. Choso.” you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below. 

“M’here, my girl.” he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips. 

In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you weren’t in the right state of mind to decipher right now. 

“Shhh, m’here. “Can’t believe I waited so fuckin’ long.” Whispering against your lips, “Love this. Love this pretty cunt.” Kissing softly, “Love the way y’take me. Fuckin’ made f’me.” And maybe even a soft little, “Love you.”

And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way you’d wanted to all these years. 

Neither of you speak after that. Not when Choso’s hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with. 

It’s only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken. 

“Crybaby.”

“Cho.”

“Corny.”

“You started it.”

Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two because shit now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he ever wants to let you go. 

“Y’know…” he starts, “I think we should- I mean- if you want…” nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. “I lov-”

“Am I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WEREN’T JUST FRIENDS-”

---

Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More

Dad: Hey, all. I can’t seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrow’s dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if he’s ok? XX

-Jin.

Yuji <3: He’s probs at rhat “best friend movie night” still 

Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a “probs”? XX

-Jin.

Kugisaki: He’s suspiciously quiet, though… Y’all think that “best friend movie night” is codeword for something else? 

Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk

Kugisaki: *spare

And you just LET him?

Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTER 

…

AND DID IT ANYWAY

Kugisaki: L

Fushiguro: L

Gramps: L

Sukuna (do not answer): DID Y’ALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????

*Fushiguro has left the chat*

Dad: :0

-Jin.

A/N. Spiritually, this is a crackfic idk.

[wonderlandoffanfics]

It looks... infected, Kil?

Hey Doc Masterlist here

Word Count: 1,900+

Synopsis: You finally think you're getting a break, conversing with fellow experts in your field. As you defend your crew's mentality and maturity, the crewmate you were sure to be the most sane out of the lot of you proves you wrong.

Warnings: surgical talk, mention of a unsanitary piercings, exhausted Doctor, grumpy doctor, gn!reader x Killer, undressing crewmates, medical administration, swearing, crying, comforting, blushing, feelings?

Notes: Okay, this was meant to be a drabble, I swear. Only a bit of fun. Are there feelings now? Is there a little bit of chemistry here, or are they just good friends?

Edit: inspired my real accounts of piercing experiences in the wild by two mutuals (@feral-artistry & @nerium-lil) being flashed by friends.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Hey Doc?” a smooth, polite voice called to you from your place sitting on the beach alongside the small medic of the straw-hat crew. You turned to look up at the large polar-bear mink, giving him a soft smile as he politely rang his hands in front of him. 

“Yeah, Bepo?” you asked him in response, patting the ground beside you and the hatted reindeer, “What’s on your mind, honey?” He eagerly sat down beside you in a large thump, his radiating body heat bringing you comfort on the sandy shore. 

“I-... uh-... I was just wondering,” he scratched the scruff of his neck with his large paw, “What is it like being the medic of the Kid Pirates?” Two forms immediately slump down beside the three of you. The red-headed orca man and his hat-wearing counterpart joining in on your conversation. 

“I was curious about that too, Doc,” Shachi confessed, giving your shoulder a playful pat and chuckling, “Your crew are really unhinged. We’ve all been placing bets that it’s mainly STDs and weird intimacy-induced injuries, weren't we Peng?” You rolled your eyes at the remark, looking to the redhead and his companion.

“Is that right?” you offered him a sarcastic response, looking over to Chopper and beckoning him closer to you. “There are children present, I hope you know. Where’s your manners?” A rosy blush immediately grew over Shachi’s cheeks and flushed his embarrassment over his features. 

“Sorry, Doc,” Penguin offered for his crewmate, shaking his head with a soft smirk, “Doesn’t make us any less curious, though. What’s it like?” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose and rubbing your waterline with your index finger and thumb. 

You looked over at your crewmates, noticing Kid and Killer were missing from the beach-front meeting space and narrowed your eyes at where they should’ve been. 

“Honestly, Heart-Pirates, and sweet Chopper,” you cooed down at him and scrunch your nose in glee, “It has been like nothing I could’ve ever dreamed of. Sure, I get my fair share of injuries that could’ve been prevented. A couple of itches that should’ve been avoided if they wore armor into the variety of battlefields - if you catch my meaning.” You shot Shachi and Penguin a knowing look before looking down at Chopper.

“Truly,” you sighed, looking at the dance of lights in the moonlit sky, “I couldn't ask for anything more. I love those weirdos, and I am one myself.” You noted, looking at Bepo and offering him a kind glance, “And they’re not as stupid as you think they are. Give them more credit, please.”

“Ah, I see,” Bepo nodded along at your confession, looking over at his two crewmates who offered you sheepish and apologetic smiles in response. Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, Chopper and you all enjoyed sitting in a very rare silence together, the warmth radiating off the warm sand and having you breathe in a calm tuft of salty air. 

As you sat and enjoyed the serenade of sweet bugsong, that silence was interrupted by a heavy trudge of bootheels grinding in the coarse sand. You recognised that trek, looking up into the scarred chest of Massacre Soldier Killer as he inserted himself between Bepo and you, lifting his shirt and revealing his wide chest to the five of you.

“These look even to you?” He asked behind his mask, prompting all five of you to look up at him and the other four of your company immediately recoiled at what they were witnessing. Killer was freshly adorning ball barred piercings thrust through the tips of his nipples, the indents bleeding and beginning to crust over with a soft sheen of puss.

“Kil...” you groaned, shaking your head and sighing, “...I thought we learnt the last time our Captain attempted to gift the crew with piercings. Remember what happened with Quincy’s labret and Heat’s-... uh-...” you looked down at the whimsical and innocent eyes of the reindeer before turning back to Killer, “...ladder.” 

“Said he cleaned ‘em this time,” Killer shrugged, gesturing for you to take a closer look at the freshly pierced buds on his chest, “It’s been a week. Needed some fresh eyes to give an honest opinion.” You shook your head, leaning in closer and looking at his pink puckered flesh and groaned. 

“They look,” you began sighing and rolling your eyes, “Fucking infected, Kil?” Snickers from Shachi and Penguin didn’t go unnoticed, and you shot them a sneer before shooting the reindeer an apologetic glance. 

Standing from your seated position beside the other crew, you gave them a gentle nod to excuse yourself and dragged Killer by his ear towards the Victoria Punk’s infirmary. You muttered under your breath, seething with the fumes of fury with each step you took towards your office doors. 

“Here I thought I was gettin’ a fucking break,” you grumbled, shoving Killer into your office and slamming the door shut behind you. “But no,” you uttered sarcastically with a dance of your head, “No, you had to keep me in the dark about this, didn’t you?” You open the drawer and thrust your hands aggressively into the box and get two rubber gloves and angrily thrust them over your wrists. 

Your mutters and frustration never ceased, your nose beginning to sniff and your anger teetered on sorrow the longer you looked for the variety of items to clean up the infection. Saline solution, antiseptic ointment, numbing balm to remove the pus-surrounded bars, cotton balls and gauze strips. 

Shoulders shaking, you rubbed your eyes with your forearm to calm the sting of fresh tears from falling. Thoughts of what the Heart-Pirates would be saying about you behind your back, your medical degree being the laughing stock of your peers. Your eyes began to swell as you continued choking back your sobs of rage. 

“Am I a fucking joke to you all?” you whisper, biting your lip and readying your treatment tray with the items you desired. “All I do is fix stupid mistakes and coddle you lot when you’re hurt. I’m a disgrace to my training, a laughing stock to my field, and a fucking idiot for joining this crew in the first place. I just want a damn break-.” 

Before you could continue your monologue of degradation, two strong arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind and squeezed you into his broad chest. You immediately draw your hands up to Killer’s forearms and quiver your lip to stifle your sobs further. He leaned down into your cheek with his mask brushing your face.

“You are none of those things,” he whispered in his calm, soothing voice, “And I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark about Cap’n’s latest project. Thought it wouldn’t happen again, honestly.” You sniffled, leaning your head into his mask and clenching your eyes tightly shut. 

He inhaled deeply and slowly, prompting you to do the same, before you both exhaled together. His arms held so much comfort within the contours of his muscles, him being often the crewmate everyone sought out for consolation for their sorrow. After holding you for several moments, you tapped his arm twice to signal for him to release you from his embrace.

“Alright. Shirt off, Kil,” you mumbled softly, attempting to remove the softness you just encountered at the hands of the first-mate, “Let me see what’s going on up close. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, removing his shirt and placing it on the back of your office chair. You usher him over to the surgical bench and gesture for him to sit. 

As you dabbed at his skin, you ignored the flood of somber emotions in your chest and shoved them down. Removing the ball-bar piercings and immediately throwing them in a sterilizing sink, you cleaned the wounds and looked vacantly ahead of you. Dressing the wounds in antiseptic and covering them with two broad, patterned band-aids, you gave your final nod at him and pouted.

“All done,” you sniffed, dropping your shoulders and removing your gloves from your hands. “You can put your shirt back on now, Kil. Go get the Captain so I can do him the kindness of scolding him away from the Heart and Straw-Hat pirate crews.” Turning away from him and running your fingers through your hair as he placed his shirt back on, Killer’s arms rewrapped around your body and turned you in his arms immediately thereafter. 

He cradled your head into his chest, his body heat and steady heart rate causing your emotions to finally flood over. Finally airing your frustrations, you wrap your arms around as much of him as you could as he soothed you against the embroidered jolly roger of his shirt. 

“You wanna stay here for a while?” Killer asked down at you, caressing your hair and smoothing it over, “I can help you color in the patterns you doodle on the bandaids if you want? Keep you company in here until you’re ready to go back to the beach?” You shook your head in his arms, burying your face deeper into his chest and having him hold you for a few moments longer. 

Chuckling down at you, he smiled beneath his mask at how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be in the moment. Continuing to soothe over your hair and rub circles into your back, he offered you some further confessions. 

“You know we love you, right?” his voice whispered down at you, prompting you to look up at him in his arms. His mask was tilted down at you, the soft glow of his icy blue eyes peeking through the holes in his mask. “So much, Doc. We love you so much.” Your lip quivered as you looked up at him, darting your eyes between where you assumed his were. 

“Promise me,” you sniffed, gulping back your sorrow and fixing your eyes up, “If you’re thinking about getting nipple piercings, or any other type of piercing,” you broke yourself away from his grip and huffed, “You’ll come to me for them. I’ll do them properly for you so they don’t end up infected.” 

Killer chuckled, shaking his head and glancing down at his patterned gauze. He huffed a curt hum in approval at the design. 

“Only if you promise me,” he leaned forward, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, angling your face up at him, “You’ll come to me when you’re feeling shit. I’ll reassure you, give you a squeeze, and might cook you something if you want.” You flinch away from his grip, waving him out of your office with your hands.

“Yeah, yeah,” you offer him, cleaning up the cotton balls and throwing your instruments into the sterilizing tray, “When I feel like a whiny baby, I know where my nice, comforting daddy is.” You snicker at your own teasing joke, shaking your head and continuing to tidy up your office. Killer lingers in the door, his tone physically smirking in his own glee. 

“I would gladly be your nice, comforting daddy,” he whispered huskily from the doorframe, “Anytime you need me to be, baby.” You froze in place, your hands stuttering as you halted tidying up. 

Before you had the opportunity to stifle your blush, turn towards Killer, and chastise him for his words, you noticed he was already gone and heading back towards the beach. Groaning, you clapped your palm over your forehead and muffled the shriek from passing through your lips by clamping your mouth tightly shut. 

“Great,” you utter sarcastically, “This isn’t gonna be awkward at all.”

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Fuckin' Around

Eustass Kid X Reader

Play stupid games, win... pleasurable prizes.

"Thought you could run from me?" "Uhm… Yes…" You said dumbly. "Tsk, you like to fuck around a lot. Did you enjoy throwing scrap at me while it lasted?" He questioned you further, resting his arm in the curve of your back.

tags~ smut, fem!afab!reader, established relationship, nicknames (doll), semi public fingering, clit play, teasing, overstimulation, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers

w/c~ 1.9k

a/n~ something short and kinda horny I came up with on a whim. i will let y'all know there's no penetration, but Kid is a bit of a bully in the halls uwu

You could get away with a lot of shit; so much shit in all honesty. You were the captain's lover though, so that was a given. Doing a lot of fucking around without getting any consequences was the norm for you because you were the favourite. Today that would change though, your mischievous activities lining up to land you in a situation of your own making.

Currently you were chatting with Killer, speculating as to whether or not said beloved captain of yours had a magnetic field around him as an involuntary effect of his devil fruit. It was just jokes at first, but then you both admittedly got a little too curious about it, and decided to test the theory by throwing some metal at him to see if it would deflect. He was enough of a meat heat, he probably wouldn't notice the first few attempts. It was a dumb idea, but Killer couldn't help but want to see what would come of such a test and— who was he to halt such scientific research?

"You ready to see if this works?" You spoke quietly, hiding behind a wall with Killer.

"It's your funeral if you get caught." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"It'll be fine."

Rolling your eyes, you took hold of a piece of scrap and peeked around the corner, waiting for Kid to turn his back to you. When he did, you flung the piece of scrap at him, watching as it seemingly bounced off of him and flew into the sea. Your guess was correct, and you immediately began to crack up with giggles as you hid again, reaching for another piece of scrap while you held back your laughter.

"No way. He really does have some sort of magnetic field around him!" You snorted. " That shit went flying and it didn't even touch him."

"The more you know." Killer chuckled, getting a kick out of your discovery.

"This is entertaining as all hell. I'm gonna do it again."

Grabbing another fist sized piece of scrap, you leaned out from around the corner again and chucked it in Kid's general direction, watching it bounce off of nothing again with a slight hum in the air. You ducked away just as Kid started to glance around in confusion, covering your mouth to keep quiet.

"You're enjoying yourself way too much." Killer commented.

"Like you can talk. I know you're at least a little amused." You snorted.

Both of you cracked some jokes together without denying how funny you thought it was, happy to have discovered such an amusing trait about your captain. What made it undeniably funny though was the fact that Kid was mostly oblivious to the pieces of scrap you threw at him, looking around for only a moment before resuming his activities. At least, you thought he wasn't aware. When you poked out to throw one more piece of scrap at him just to see it get sent flying, you were met with a wall of chest instead. Your heart leapt into your throat, beating rapidly as the piece of scrap slipped from your hands.

"Ohhh shit…" You squeaked.

"You having fun there, doll?" Kid rumbled, arms crossed.

"You're on your own now." Killer chuckled, backing away from the situation.

You made a split second decision and darted towards the door leading inside, slipping through before Kid could grab you. Unfortunately your speed meant nothing in his presence. He followed after you calmly, even letting you run ahead of him while he stopped at the corner to watch you flee. When you made it to the end of the hall though, you made the mistake of turning around to check and see if he was pursuing you. That moment was when he used his power, a familiar hum resonating in the air.

You yelped first before you realized he was drawing you in by your fucking belt, dragging you nearer and nearer to his gloating face that waited for you without worry. Like his own personal little magnet you were dragged across the hall and right against him, his thigh between your legs as your damned belt made sure you were stuck against him with nowhere to go. He smirked, adoring how sweet you looked when you were nervous and close, wiggling and trying to dismount his thigh; to no avail, of course.

"Thought you could run from me?"

"Uhm… Yes…" You said dumbly.

"Tsk, you like to fuck around a lot. Did you enjoy throwing scrap at me while it lasted?" He questioned you further, resting his arm in the curve of your back.

"C-c'mon Kid! Lemme go! I was just fuckin' around with you power- a-ah!" You gasped, trailing off at the feeling of his fingers drumming against your side, pulling you up higher on his thigh.

"You wanna play around with my power so badly? Well, we can play with it doll~" He cooed, letting you slide down his thigh before pulling you up again slowly and repeatedly, loving the sound of every moan you stifled. "You seem to be having fun so far~"

"K-Kid! W-we're in the ha-all!! Nnh~" You huffed, unable to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs around his. "D-don't want others to h-hear!"

"And? You should've thought about that before you started throwing scrap at me." He growled, grinding you into his thigh a little more before letting you slide off, pushing you against the wall, knee kept between your legs. "Now everyone gets to hear your punishment."

"Ki-mm!"

You tried to speak, but he silenced you with a very involved open mouth kiss. He devoured you, swallowing your moans as he pressed his knee into your groin, encouraging you to keep grinding into him. You did, legs quivering as you rode his thigh with need, a staticky hum tingling all over your skin. You didn't notice it at first because of how lost in his kiss you were, but it became very noticeable when you felt it grow between your legs, the buzzing slipping past your waistband and across your pussy, earning a gasp from you that broke the kiss.

"S-stahp, Kiiid~" You whined, grinding down on his thick metal finger; which had made it's way into your pants.

"Now why would I do that when you look like you're having so much fun~?" He cooed, rubbing against your clit. "Does it feel good? Hmm?"

"N-ngh, s-so good…" You mumbled between moans, nearly drooling as he kept pressing into your little bundle of nerves just right.

"Heh, thought so."

Kid roughly bit at the soft, sensitive skin at your collar bone, leaving streaks of red lipstick across your chest while he sucked, rubbing his vibrating finger a little faster, pushing into the thin fabric of your panties until you sang him a sweet melody of moans. You gripped at his shirt and pressed your forehead into his shoulder, whining and squirming as his wide finger kept rubbing your cunt, teasing you with the vibrations. This was such a cheeky use of his power, making you nothing but putty in his hands.

Then he hit a sweet spot just right, rubbing your clit in just the right way that had you squirming and mewling, bucking into his hand while he pressed you back into the wall more. He leaned down with a smirk, biting at your ear as he whispered 'cum for me, doll' into your ear. Those words made you come undone instantly, riding out his teasing touches and soaking your panties through when you came, your slick coating his metallic fingers.

Your cries and whines only grew louder, and he had to silence you with yet another kiss, swallowing your moans that you were so shy about just moments ago. Funny how that wasn't a problem anymore. When you began to shake form the overstimulation, he finally lessened the vibrations, slowly sliding his finger out of your pants and pulling back a little to see your glowing expression covered in his lipstick smears.

"I thought you were worried about being heard?" He teased, watching your chest heave with your laboured breaths.

"F-fuck… you…" You panted, leaning on his chest for support.

"You wanna~?"

Before you could even answer him, the sound of a nearby door opening made you freeze up, your head slowly turning to find Heat leaning out of said opened door. He definitely heard all your moaning, made apparent by the sigh he let out. You immediately pulled Kid's red coat around you to hide, embarrassed as all hell.

"Ah, Kid… Could you maybe finish your punishment somewhere else? I almost feel like I'm… Intruding." Heat requested, admittedly looking a little flustered himself.

"What, you don't wanna watch?" Kid offered, half joking, half not.

"Kid…" Heat mumbled, seriously looking like he was contemplating it there for a second.

"T-take me to your room!" You blurted out, tugging on Kid's clothes a little more.

"What she said. C'mon Kid." Heat encouraged.

"Tsk, alright~" He chuckled.

Kid slid his arm around you and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his middle while he carried you off buried into his shoulder and coat. He decided to save you any further embarrassment even if you looked so cute when you were flustered. So, carrying you off to his room, he chuckled under his breath as you shifted and whimpered from even the slight movements of his walking due to how sensitive you still were. When he finally brought you inside his room, he dropped you down on his bed and watched your disheveled form bounce below him; your pants half off, shirt all pushed up, sweating and panting with those gorgeous eyes of yours.

"So, you gonna keep throwin' shit at me?" Kid questioned you, caging you with his arms on either side of you.

You huffed, shaking your head no to him while you pouted. He laughed at your puffed up cheeks, cupping one of them with his good hand.

"If you wanna play with my powers, all you gotta do is ask, doll~" He told you, craning his neck down to leave a chase kiss at the corner of your mouth.

"Mmn… But… You're fun to piss off." You told him, unable to help yourself from the cheeky commentary.

He made you yelp with a little love bite in retaliation. "Yeah? And you're fun to make squirm and moan. Should I do that more often too?"

You got shy again and averted your gaze, staring at his pillows while he laughed at you. He took that as a yes, but decided to go ahead and cuddle you for the moment instead, slipping off your soiled clothing first before he dropped his weight down on you. His touches were far more tender now, gently stroking your skin as he let his metal arm drop off to the floor. His gentleness surprised you after how he just toyed with you only minutes ago, but you welcomed it, happy to be rid of your clothes and wiped free of your mess in the process. Enveloped in warmth, you finally relaxed.

"I dunno why you needed to throw shit at me. You should know I already have a magnetic field of sorts that surrounds me." Kid muttered, kissing your cheek.

"Wha- How was I supposed to know something like that??" You asked, quite confused.

"Well, I attracted you to me." He chuckled.

This comment finally made you laugh, and you smacked him on the shoulder for his silly joke.

"You did. You attracted me so quickly, and I don't regret falling for you one bit." You acknowledged. "You're still a fuckin' ass for making me cum where I could be heard though…"

"As if they don't already hear you." He snorted.

"Kid!!"

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How to become a couple (Penguin x reader)

A/N: Hey there. This is quite of a modern setting and is based on how I met my husband and how we became a thing. This is one of the happiest memories I have, so I thought it would be a fun thing to turn it into a “x reader” fanfic.  Hope you enjoy. <3 I will try to post the beginning of my new project by the end of the week. So stay tuned. Requests are open btw :3

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You and your crush, Penguin, were sitting on your bed, the wall behind you as you watched some movies. You met online, playing a video game and it immediately clicked between you. After this match you stay in a call, talking to each other, playing games or watching random videos together for the next two months. Soon after you both found out that you were living pretty close to each other so you decided to meet. The first time was in the city, going shopping, laughing. There was a huge crowd and you hate when too many people are around you, so he took your hand in his and guided you through the crowd.

After that you asked him out on a movie date at your home, the next weekend, which he agreed to. You knew before your meeting that you developed a crush on him. 

Now your crush was sitting beside you, only your shoulders were touching. You didn’t know how it happened, but you were tickling each other and cuddling and then you were on top of him. He was holding you tight while tickling you, you couldn’t escape so you tried to tickle him as well. The sound of your laughter filled the room and soon after that you were looking at him and closed the distance between you. It was a short kiss and no one moved. You pull apart pretty fast, hiding your face in the crotch of his neck, mumbling a “Sorry.” He was still hugging you. You could feel his shoulders moving, he shrugged and just said “Happens.” You both lay there in silence, you were still in his arms and enjoyed his warm embrace. Your mind was racing. //Maybe it was too sudden…I should try it again. He didn’t reject me…right?/ With that you were looking at him again and his eyes were on you. Penguin smiled softly at you so you decided once again to be brave and your lips found his for a second time. But it was a deja vu. Not only was he stiff, but as you pulled away and whispered a “sorry” again, he repeated his “happens” with a shrug again. You were pretty frustrated and sat on the edge of the bed. He soon followed you and was sitting beside you. His knee was touching yours.

You wanted to cry. He didn’t reject you, but he didn’t return the kiss as well. maybe you interpreted too much into it. You didn’t know that you sighed. Suddenly you felt a soft tap on your shoulder and looked at him with a sad smile.

In an instant he was caressing your cheek and closed the distance between you with a soft and gentle kiss. This time he was the one who kissed you and you gladly accepted it. After a while you both pull away, looking at each other with a light blush on your face.

“Sorry, that I couldn’t kiss you back before. I was too stunned.”

With a giggle you were giving him a quick peck again. “It’s ok. I thought you hated me.”

He shook his head. “Nah. I have a crush on you. I was quite happy when you kissed me.”

“Really? You didn’t move at all.” It was his time to laugh. “Like I said. I was too stunned. Deep inside I was having a party.”

You both look each other deep in the eyes before you once again close the gap to kiss each other.

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

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Thatch and Zoro entered the room nearly dropping the food they’d brought back when they saw you hunched over Ace’s chest crying as he weakly stroked your hair.

 

“It’s ok,” he murmured unsure if it was the truth or not.

“I know,” you sniffled, “that’s why I’m crying.”

 

Thatch set the tray he was holding on the nearest table and slumped over you.

 

“Guys,” Ace croaked, “it’s really hard to breathe with you like this.”

 

You were just so relieved to see him awake and hear his voice, it was hard not to cry.

 

“You’re awake!” Thatch sobbed.

“It’s like I have two moms.” The raven chuckled glancing at Zoro.

“Ok, maybe you guys should let him breathe.” Your boyfriend suggested calmly moving to peel you away from your sibling.

 

As you stood Zoro swept the tears from your cheeks and smiled softly. Though he wasn’t a fan of seeing you cry, at least for once it was over something good.

 

“Oh!” you gasped yanking your phone from your pocket, “I have to tell everyone.”

 

 

 

The Crew :

 

You: He’s awake!

Phoenix_blue: I’m at the office but I can be there soon.

Dragon925: How is he?

You: he seems fine but doesn’t remember much. Law will be in soon to check on him.

PirateKing98: Me & Nami will be there in a few hours

Dragon925: Al and I were out getting breakfast but we’re on our way. Should we stop for anything?

You: We’ll worry about that later. See you guys soon.

 

 Law entered shortly after to perform some neuropathy tests.

 

“Well, he doesn’t seem to have any issues with nerve damage or motor skills.” Law glanced at you and your oldest brother and then turned back to Ace, “Do you remember anything that happened the night of the fight?”

Ace pondered for a moment, “Uhm…I know I had to fight some old man.” His face scrunched as he fought harder to remember.

Law placed a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t push yourself. If you happen to recall later let me or Detective Smoker know.”

“Yeah, of course.” Your freckled brother nodded.

 

“Well,” Law stood placing the clipboard back at the foot of Ace’s bed, “We’ll keep him one more night just for observation, but I expect a full recovery.”

“Thank you,” Thatch murmured.

“I’ll be back during my rounds later.” The doctor reached the door just as Sabo and Al entered.

“So how bad do I look?” Ace asked wiggling into a more seated position.

“Remember that time Luffy put gum in your hair?” Sabo chuckled as Ace frowned.

“That bad?”

“Worse.” The blond confirmed.

“Your hair isn’t so bad,” Al chirped, “it’s at least fixable”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “your face on the other hand…”

“Gimme a mirror!” Ace demanded.

“It was a lot worse four days ago.” Zoro added handing him the small mirror from your overnight bag.

 “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” the raven gaped at himself for a moment and then reached up slowly running his fingers over the bruised swollen parts of his face, “Holy shit.”

 

Your chest burned a bit watching him realize just how serious the situation was. Zoro’s gaze fell over you taking in your reaction as well. He brought his arms up to wrap around your shoulders and reeled you into his chest.

 

“My hair…” Ace’s busted lip jutted out just a bit.

“We’ll fix it.” You murmured with a smile.

“Not you.” His ruby gaze snapped up to you, “Not after the last time.”

“I can do it.” Al volunteered.

“No one better than the licensed professional.” Thatch commented still drying his tears.

“We’ll have to wait until you’re home and feeling a bit better.” You added.

“I can just bring everything to the house when you’re ready.” Al smiled softly.

 

The day carried on slowly as your siblings came in short stints to visit your younger brother. Thatch volunteered to come back in the evening for the final night shift, just to make sure Ace was comfortable and not left alone.

 

“Did you have anything in mind for dinner?” you asked Zoro shedding your hoodie in the doorway of his apartment.

“Delivery is already on the way.” He answered pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, planning ahead, Tiger?”

“I had to considering most places would be busier today.” He answered stepping back into his room.

 

You plopped down on the sofa wondering what was so special about today that meant restaurants would be busier. Was another snowstorm blowing through? People always had to get out of the house before possibly being snowed in for a few days.

 

It wasn’t a weekend.

 

You sighed.

 

 

 

You really had tunnel vision this week and couldn’t think of a single reason, until your greenette emerged carrying a small magenta gift bag and single white tulip with a purple ribbon tied around the stem.

 

Valentine’s day.

 

You’d completely forgotten in all of the drama that surrounded Ace’s hospital stay.

 

“It isn’t much.” Zoro started, handing you the flower first, “I thought you’d rather have a quiet night.”

“You didn’t have to do anything, I’m so terrible I didn’t even remember.” You accepted the flower and the gift bag as he offered it.

“There’s been a lot going on,” he scoffed, “I wouldn’t have expected you to. So, don’t worry about it and remember I’m bad at this gift thing.”

 “Yeah I bought that lie on Christmas.” You rolled your eyes as he took a seat next to you.

 

Tugging the shimmery white tissue paper from the bag your fingers brushed against something soft. You pulled out a small purple lop-eared rabbit plushie. It was actually very cute and about the same size as the little tiger you’d won for Zoro so long ago, you could even assume it was made by the same company just judging by the facial expression and materials used.

He watched with slightly flushed cheeks as you marveled at the toy. The smile on your lips and amusement in your eyes was something he could get addicted to. If you looked like this every time you received a gift he’d have to start giving you things every day.

 

“She’s so cute ~.” You sing-songed.

“I’m glad you like it.” He rubbed his nape and glanced away, “They’re still in business…the company that made mine.”

“How did you even know that?” You shifted to face him.

“The tag,” he muttered, “all I had to do was look it up.”

“So you ordered it for me?” knowing he went through the trouble of getting you a truly matching plush made your chest tight in an exhilarating way.

 

He never struck you as the romantic type. Truthfully, he wasn’t, but for you he tried and it was adorable.

 

“Yeah.” He murmured quickly turning back to you as you climbed into his lap and cupped his cheeks.

“How did I get so deserving?” you asked running your fingers along his jaw while he looked into your eyes and smirked.

“How did I?” he kissed your lips.

“Careful,” you smooched him back, “that’ll go straight to my head.”

 

He chuckled nipping your bottom lip while sliding his hands over your hips pressing you against him. Slowly rocking into him, your hands traveled into his hairline never losing contact as you offered short sweet kisses between long deep ones. Zoro hummed and shuddered while you gently tugged at his short tresses.

His hand dropped to the cushion next to you raking your gifts onto the floor before turning and pushing you back into the sofa. You mewled hooking your legs around his waist while he kissed down your neck and chest. A short sigh pushed passed your lips as he rolled his hips into yours.

Your fingertips danced down the back of his neck and dove into his shirt dragging your nails between his shoulder blades as he bit down on your nipple through your clothes. Quickly your hands shot back into his hair while his left caressed your thigh and his right worked under your shirt to free your chest of its lacy confines. Arching your back, you worked against him hoping to gain some much-needed friction. Sensing your objective, he lowered himself further allowing you to grind on him, the airy sounds you made only getting him more excited.

An abrupt wrap on the door halted all motion allowing your huffs to fill the silent space. Zoro’s face dropped into your half-covered bosom with a heavy sigh. Another quick knock followed by a loud, “hello?!” had him withdrawing completely.

 

“Dinner.” He muttered, rising with an annoyed frown between his brows.

 

You chuckled sitting up and adjusting yourself while he did the same during his short trek.

 

“This better be the best damn Chinese food.” He grumbled opening the door.

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A few days after Ace was released from the hospital Al arrived with all of her equipment to cut Ace's hair.

 

He sat in a kitchen chair you’d moved into the den with a smock draped around him. Carefully Al removed the bandage on his head and began trimming his poor uneven locks. He cringed a bit hearing her fire up the clippers and move up the back of his head. It had been a long time since his hair was this short. Women always seemed to prefer his shaggy look, though lately he hadn’t been that interested in anyone really. Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore Al’s closeness as she moved around him humming quietly to herself.

 

“I think we can keep some length on the top.” she murmured tussling his hair with her fingers as she spritzed some water to make her work easier.

 

Ace sat quiet eyes still closed lost in thought.

 

“Hello?” Al poked his cheek, “Earth to Ace?”

His face contorted at the unexpected contact making her chuckle, “Hmm? What?”

“Ready to shave it all off?” she stepped back and smirked at the oblivious male.

“What?!” he jolted up in the seat.

“Cálmate, I was kidding.” Al grasped his shirt and guided him back into the chair, “I said we’ll keep some length on top. Is that alright? Or do you want it all short?”

“Oh, uh yeah…I’d like to keep it if we can.” he muttered glancing up at her as she nodded and reached for the scissors.

 

Fifteen minutes later Al called you into the den after drying and styling Ace’s final look. When you entered the room she was removing the smock and brushing of his shoulders. His ruby’s trailed over her face and then caught sight of you causing a slight blush to rise to his freckled cheeks.

 

You entered raising a brow, “Looking dapper, Freckles.”

“This could be your new look.” Al handed him a mirror.

“Thanks,” he replied distractedly turning his head to check all his angles.

“There’s nothing I can do around your stitches, but we can trim everything down again until it fills in that way it all grows evenly.”

 

Ace hummed again. You found his bashful demeanor a bit odd but chose to ignore it until Al exited the room.

 

“What was that?” you asked watching his gaze trail after her as she left.

“I dunno?” your brother shrugged.

“You never blush or gawk like that.”

 

He shrugged again.

 

“Ace,” you furrowed your brows, “she isn’t single.”

“What? I know.” he sighed.

“And she’s with Sabo.” you commented as if he needed reminding.

“It’s nothing, shut up.”  he grumbled pushing passed you.