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We Die Tomorrow. (Kid x Fem!Reader x Law x Drake)

Word Count: 9,3k

Warning: pure smut, power-play mention, foursome, mentions of death, bastard Law per usual. WANO SPOILERS.

A/N: i really....... went off with this one. i have no idea what came over me

The skull-shaped island loomed in the distance, veiled in shadows of the late night. A view unlike any other, of tiny patches of land sprouting from the dark surface of the ocean and the Onigashima island itself, was spread kilometers beneath your feet.

You could only see blurred lights and silhouettes of ships from the strategic cave far up in the mountains, the wind blew cold and merciless, making goosebumps appear all over your exposed skin.

"(Name)-ya," a smooth voice said behind your back. "Do you remember the floor plans enough to draw them?"

You stirred. The perspective of impending death hadn't deterred you from finding the view simply magnificent, but apparently, the three captains weren't quite as melancholic.

"Of course," you replied and strolled away from the entrance of the cave. It was situated in the middle of a cliff, its opening facing the Onigashima island that was to be raided tomorrow night by the alliance between the pirates and the samurai. It was warmer inside, but the air was stale and heavy and made you miss the fresh wind. "But I thought we have already gone through it?"

"Let's see it one more time," Law pressed on. He had changed into a disguise of a black harness that met in the middle of his chest in a steel ring and leather pants, inked muscles displayed, his hat discarded in the corner.

The other two captains were sporting the same outfit, just like you were - leather and straps. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that your life was to come to an end soon, you wouldn't be able to remain as calm in this situation, surrounded by sculpted male bodies, tattooed and scarred and framed with leather.

But not tonight.

"Fine," you said and leaned over a desk in the middle of the room. A stack of maps and blueprints had already awaited you there. "This is the Onigashima harbor that we can see from here. It elongates into stairs and eventually the entrance to the dome."

You were vaguely aware of two pairs of eyes watching every move of your pencil. The remaining eyes, red and with a dangerous spark in them, were currently bored into the ceiling. "The ground floor looks like this. A set of rooms here, with only one door and two windows-"

"Do the windows overlook the whole harbor? We could sneak a dozen men prior to the actual start of the raid, use them as an emergency backup," Drake spoke softly from a corner.

"We could... technically. But someone would have to take out the guards first, without alerting everyone else."

"I'll take care of it." Law raised his eyes at you, his face illuminated in yellow from an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. Then he realized your silence was a question. "I'll shambles them to our ranks and we'll kill them quickly, they won't even realize what happened."

You nodded. "Good. So, in front of this set of rooms is the pleasure house-" Your voice wavered. "With three exits and at least a dozen small rooms facing the corridor. It's usually where Orochi spends his days... if he's not plotting on the highest floor, where-"

A fist banged on the table.

"I wish I could tear that creepy pervert apart with my bare hands," Kid growled. A shiver ran down your spine, and you weren't sure if it was from the anticipation of the raid or the bottomless fury gaping at you from those red eyes. "But I won't waste my time on him when there's Kaido to kill."

"One of the Strawhats could take care of him," Law agreed. "Or the samurai. Either way, he's not our concern."

You continued to sketch out the blueprints. Halfway through the first floor, you had lost Kid who claimed he'd already memorized everything and sprawled himself on a pile of mattresses stacked against a wall. The cave had nothing on the luxurious hotels of Sabaody Archipelago, or picture-postcard villas in Dresssora, but at least there was a place to sleep along with three men that could potentially serve as heated blankets.

"Eustass-ya," Law said with a warning in his tone. Leaning over the sketches with both arms spread on the table and the black leather taking up the dull light of the oil lamp, you had a hard time prying your eyes away from him. "Pay attention. There will be no room for mistakes once it all starts."

Kid groaned. "Oh, shut up. Stealth or no stealth, plan or no plan, we all die tomorrow anyway."

Drake, who was propped against a wall with arms crossed on his chest and had appeared deep in thought when you were speaking before, now snapped his head up. "Is that the way a captain should be talking? That's what you're going to tell your men later?"

"Better than to lie and give them false hope." Kid shrugged.

"We have (Name) with us," Drake insisted. "At least try and pretend to be a man."

You managed to notice Law rolling his eyes as if already knowing what was going to happen next before Kid jumped to his feet, red in the face.

"You want to talk to me about being a man? You, a traitor and a mole? Maybe you should tell (Name) how you would leave her to die and save your own skin the second things get real in there?"

That struck a nerve. Drake's sword was halfway out the scabbard as he confronted Kid. "I never betrayed anyone I considered my true ally. Sometimes a way to go can be different than simply mashing everything with fists and metal."

"Drake!" you called out. "Kid, come on! We shouldn't be fighting now. We're supposed to be an alliance, remember?"

Kid's gaze was seething with silent rage as he turned to look at you. His huge chest rose rapidly up and down. "I should have known better than to get involved in alliances."

"Just because you got betrayed once doesn't mean we will betray you as well. Don't you trust me?" You held his gaze. A swell of panic took hold of your chest. What if Kid bailed on you now? What if he decided to face the Onigashima island all by himself? He would be throwing his life away, but something told you that Kid had long stopped concerning himself with whether he lives or dies.

"I don't trust anyone." His voice cut like ice through the warm air.

"Can't you trust my rage?" You went around the table, ignoring Law's disapproving gaze, and stood in front of Kid. "You think I don't want to avenge myself, just like you do? All the years of my youth, wasted away on that island, serving monsters that I hated but had no strength to fight on my own! Now that you're all here, there's finally a chance to take those beasts down. And you can't just step away, Kid. I won't let you."

He raised an eyebrow. Other than that, he seemed unconcerned with your speech. "You... won't let me?"

Drake sighed somewhere on your left but you stood your ground. "That's right. You take down the Beast Pirates with me. Then you are free to go your own way."

Your hip had banged the corner of the table when you were forced to take a step back as Kid lunged, trapping you between his arms, placing them on either side of your body. His face got too close to yours. "Oh, I'll be free to go, you say? Will we get a banquet to celebrate our victory at the end? A souvenir from the Wano Country?" His eyes bore into you and you felt your legs shake. Surely, he could feel it too. "Don't you understand we are marching to our deaths?"

"Eustass-ya..." Law started from behind your back but Kid ignored him.

"When I take down Kaido... and Big Mom... you think I'll have any strength left in me to defend myself from all of that Beast's underlings? Who will defend me then? You? They'll swarm us and kill us as we're exhausted from the fights."

You swallowed audibly. "We have the Strawhats with us. And the samurai. And the whole country on our side."

"Those years spent in captivity really didn't do you any good." Kid's voice dropped to a mutter. "There are only so many of us against thousands of them. I'm fine with going down fighting. I'm not scared. But I don't want you to sleep tonight believing in your delusion that we have a future after tomorrow."

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you gulped down the muggy air. "Kid... I know all that. But I refuse to die until we take them down. If they fall, I don't care what happens next."

"Then we're on the same page." He finally let you go, leaving you with a racing heart and dizziness behind your eyes.

You realized the maps and blueprints on the table were all crumpled from how your fingers grasped and reached in anxiety. Your cheeks burned.

"Wow. What a show," Law mocked, watching Kid fall back on the mattresses and cover his eyes with his palm. "You must have been a theatre kid."

"Shut up," Kid muttered. "I'm going to sleep. You get on with your silly plans."

"If you had an ounce of intelligence in you-"

Law and Kid continued to bicker but their voices started to fade away in your ears. Your gaze traveled to the mouth of the cave and the dark sky outside. After Kid's words, the realization that this really could be the last night of your life washed over you, and your limbs went numb.

Every last bit of strength, every surge of energy, and every breath - you would give it all to take down the Beast Pirates. But what about the samurai, the allies, the good pirates that agreed to help free the Wano Country? None of them deserved to die a premature death.

And the three captains? Each of them unique in their own way, each of them with ambitions and plans and goals. Why did they have to die?

"Did he frighten you?" A soft voice murmured in your ear. "I should have stepped in."

Drake's electric blue eyes stood out even against the dim lighting. They looked exactly the same as a few weeks ago when you had seen them for the first time.

"No, I'm just... I... I don't want you to die," you whispered, careful not to let Law and Kid overhear, the two of them still snapping at each other. You wondered if Kaido himself could hear them all the way from Onigashima. "You rescued me from that island, and now we will be going back there to our deaths?"

Drake gave you that renowned smirk of his. "I knew I should have stepped in. That red dumbass knows how to put on a show and now you're doubting yourself. And me, on top of that."

You fiddled with a leather strap on his shoulder. It left a red mark on his skin when you shifted it, causing it to fall off at his side. "You... on top? I'd like that," you teased.

There was no telling where that had come from. Maybe the anxiety and the constant fear had finally worn you out. Maybe the stress in your body had raised to the maximum level and yearned to be let go by some form of stimulant. Or maybe you just wanted to enjoy yourself, to feel alive, on that last night of your life.

Drake frowned, a bit taken aback, and you cursed internally. One or two makeout sessions didn't exactly give you the right to call him your lover, certainly not anything more than that. You weren't even sure if the word 'friend' covered whatever your relationship was.

You didn't notice how much sweat your body was producing until Drake's arm looped around your exposed waist, the courtesy of your skimpy outfit following the 'less is more' rule. Suddenly you grew anxious, wishing for a shower. Drake didn't seem to mind, however, his own skin hot and clammy.

"So that's what you've been truly thinking about?" he spoke directly into your ear, the tone low. "Well, if it consoles you... I'd like that, too."

Your heart went back to the same frenzied beating that Kid had caused before, but with Drake it felt more natural. "That day when we kissed for the first time, we talked how we would go, um, all out," you stuttered out, "once this is over. But if what Kid said came true, we won't get another chance other than tonight."

"You're saying we should do it here? Now? On this table?" The raspiness in his voice came out, scattering your thoughts into panic. Your eyes shifted away from his, trying to escape, and landed on his chest with the 'X' inked in the middle. Where the two black lines met, there was a silver ring held by the leather straps, same as Law's.

You tried leaning against the table for support. What was it with pirates and leather and tattoos? First Law, then Drake. It was hard to look away, hard to hold back, hard to think.

"Uh, I don't... I don't know."

Drake smirked again, amused by your reaction. The worry that had creased his forehead before vanished. If humiliating yourself was all it took for this man to stop stressing, you were more than ready to sacrifice your dignity.

"Oi! You two are gonna start fucking or what?"

You peeked behind Drake and saw that Law and Kid had finally stopped their dick-measuring contest, with Kid gluing his eyes to where Drake's arm met your waist. Law sat beside him on the mattress, giving you a mildly curious look.

"Shut up, Kid!" you squealed, causing all three of them to laugh. At least Drake had the courtesy to try and mask it into a cough. "What are we even doing? We were supposed to go through the plan again." You pried yourself away from Drake's embrace, immediately missing it.

"Don't worry, (Name)-ya. We can leave him," Law pointed at Kid with annoyance, "out of it. If I can remember the plan, it might be enough."

"Fine with me," Kid concluded and turned to face the wall. "The plan will go to shit in the first minute anyway."

Law ignored him and approached the table. "Where were we?" He picked up the crumpled paper, smoothing it out and handing you the pencil. "First floor, if I recall correctly."

"Um, yes..." Your eyes took in all of him before they rested on his face. "Right."

The corners of Law's mouth twitched. "Well? Work that pencil. The night won't last forever."

Law was the one you couldn't quite get a grasp on. With Drake it was easier. Drake was gentle and usually composed, at least when he talked to you. He could also be quite driven by his goals, although you weren't quite sure what those were, yet. And Kid? Easy enough. Big. Loud. Scary. Better to watch your mouth around him. You were sure he had a good side to all that red anger, but so far there weren't many opportunities to uncover it.

Law... what was it with Law?

You had witnessed him using the 'scan' technique of his Devil Fruit once. Now, under his watchful gray eyes, you felt like you were being scanned yourself.

"(Name)," Drake called softly, making you flinch. "What's wrong?"

"You're right, Law. The night won't last forever." You put down the pencil. Law shot you a look that seemed to say: I just said that a second ago. What's wrong with you?

"After the night ends... we will get down from this cursed cave and reach the ships," you continued. "We regroup. Wait for the dark. And sail to Onigashima. Fight. Then die."

You felt Drake shift as he came up behind you. His mouth leaned over your shoulder and left a small peck; you barely felt it in the humid air. Law watched the two of you but it was like he couldn't see at all, his mind far away. Maybe he was thinking of his crew.

Neither of them denied your words, and that was all you needed to proceed.

"I don't know about you," your voice suddenly turned crystal clear, "but I'm not ready to die..."

"I'll do everything I can to protect you, but I can't-" Drake started but you interrupted him.

"...yet." And with that, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. Aware of Law's annoyed eye roll, aware of Kid pretending to sleep but in reality listening in. Your heartbeat sped up, the blood rushed in your veins. It felt like you were alive, truly.

Drake's arms rested on your waist as he gently pulled you back. His lips felt hot, almost feverish.

"(Name)... I know what we talked about earlier, but I don't think this is a good idea when-" He searched for words for a while, then gave up and gestured frantically at the staring Law.

"Don't you understand? There won't be anything after tomorrow. No future, no us. This is the last moment. And I want to... I want to have, uh... you." When the words finally got past your lips, you blushed like mad but you were content. The embarrassment, the stress. It wouldn't matter. Not in the long run.

"Seriously, (Name)-ya? I took you for the more responsible type. And I could hear everything you said, you know that?" Law complained but you only paid attention to Drake and the shade of blue in his eyes.

"I could hear it too," Kid called out from the mattresses without turning. "Sounded kinda hot if you ask me."

"So..." Drake frowned, his arms tightening around your waist. "You're saying... with them? Watching?"

"No, with them. Period."

Perhaps, out of all four of you in that cave, you were the one most surprised with your confidence. But how could you willingly march to your death without spending the last moments being as close as possible with those beautiful men? That sounded like a good way to go, when you thought about it.

"What about the plan?" Drake asked, but his tone was less reluctant and more eager. The change made you smile.

"Fuck the plan. Only Law gets any real use out of it, and we had already discussed it anyway. I don't want to waste any more of my time on it."

"Even hotter now. Nice." Kid laughed on the far end of the cave. Then he gestured to you and Drake. "You two go on."

You raised an eyebrow. Okay, so Kid was willing. That wasn't too hard to wrap your head around. The previous night, as you had already settled yourself with Drake on one mattress, with Law in the other corner, you all heard Kid push his pants down and start wanking without a care in the world. The man had no shame whatsoever.

"Oi, oi." Law made a time-out gesture. "What the hell are you even talking about? You want to have sex? Now?"

A sudden surge of fear grasped at your throat when you looked over at Law, then Kid behind his back. It was all fun to talk about when you were safely in Drake's arms, but what would happen once you move on to the other two? Could you handle Law if he wasn't as calm as he posed to be in bed? Wouldn't he overwhelm you? And Kid, with how rough he was, and unpredictable, could you handle him?

You bit your lip. There wouldn't be a better time to be overwhelmed and to test your capabilities.

"Yes, Law," you responded, then wiggled out of Drake's grasp and posed playfully. For once, you were thankful for the revealing outfit. "Don't you like what you see?"

Law snorted and leaned over the table. His arm muscles made you want to pounce on him without a second thought. He must have seen that scenario plastered all over your face because he smirked shamelessly. "You should be asking yourself, (Name)-ya. You think I didn't notice how you look at me?"

"Oh," you stammered, "uh... Oh. Fuck," you cursed at yourself but Drake's laughter immediately lifted your spirit.

"I can't believe you actually asked for this, (Name). But I like it. It's certainly better than to sit around and brood," Drake said.

Did you just discuss a foursome with three members of the infamous Worst Generation? Maybe the cave you were in was magical, a wishing cave. Either way, it didn't matter. The present moment was of all significance. If you were to wake up the next day and it turned out to be a wet fantasy, so be it. You were going to enjoy every second.

"Glad we agree." You praised yourself for keeping your voice casual. "But you have to give me a moment of privacy."

You threw your hair back to give yourself some much-needed confidence and strolled further inside the cave, grabbing the scarce cosmetics that you had thought to bring along. As it elongated into a tunnel, you felt pairs of eyes watching your every step. Soon, the three captains disappeared when you walked around a bend.

There, you let out a sigh. Was this really a good idea?

Oh, stop it, you scolded yourself. No turning back now. No second thoughts.

You brushed your teeth with the last bits of toothpaste and rinsed with stale water from a container. There were some wet wipes as well that you used to rub away the sweat from your face and the back of your neck. Immediately, the freshing-up had caused your confidence to rise.

You could handle those idiots.

When you thought of how Drake could make you feel, how he would use his mouth and fingers on you... Your abdomen tightened, your heart rate accelerating. Then Law, with his gorgeous eyes and mesmerizing tattoos... And Kid who could surely last until sunrise... You shuddered in anticipation. Yes, this was definitely a good idea. You tried your best to reign in your thoughts and not let them wander to what was going to happen after the sunrise.

"Having second thoughts?" Drake's voice made you jump in surprise. You hadn't noticed him approach in the dark tunnel. "It's fine if you are."

"No. I was just, um, preparing."

His arms enveloped you, and once again you found it hard to breathe, even though the air in the tunnel was less humid than in the main cave.

"Do you want to stop this madness?" Drake murmured in your ear, smiling.

"Definitely not." You pressed yourself against him. "Doesn't it make you feel alive? The adrenaline?"

"It does. I'm almost... grateful."

"Almost?"

"I might change my mind about this once I see Trafalgar naked."

You laughed and pulled him in a shallow kiss. "Or you could get even more eager. He's totally gorgeous."

Through the darkness, you could see him frown a bit. "But I think he doesn't indulge in intimacy very often."

"I think so, too. We can teach him a few tricks." Another kiss from him, and you found yourself having to reach for a wall for support under Drake's intensified affection. His tall posture made you drown in his embrace, his hands reaching for your thighs and chest, fumbling and rubbing. The lack of lighting made your sense of touch more perceptive until you let a shameless moan escape you and echo through the tunnel.

You flushed. You could already imagine Law's and Kid's comments on it.

Drake, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned, his lips caressing the corner of your mouth and dipping behind your ear.

"You think he's a virgin?" you asked, making Drake chuckle.

"As much as I would love to talk more about Trafalgar... I only wish to think about you now." He had to bend over to reach your breasts that were still bound with the leather outfit. "I guess we will find out soon, though."

"Yeah, okay, no more talking about Law." Your head reclined back against the wall as you fully gave in to Drake's touch. It felt so freeing.

"Can I be the one to undress you?" Drake asked from between your breasts, your hand reaching for his hair.

"Yes. And Drake," you started, feeling your abdomen tighten with thrill, "I want you to be the first one tonight. And the last one. Okay?"

He let out a low affirmative, fingers pulling off the straps of leather until he exposed your body completely. It was so right, so natural. Simply exhilarating.

Every bit of your sensitive areas was now available to him, and he made sure to take advantage of that. His tongue caressed your breasts, kissing and sucking on your erect nipples with a vulgar sound that only strengthened the yearning in between your legs, his burning breath vexed your skin and caused you to fidget with want.

He hooked your leg on his shoulder, dropping to his knees, blue eyes on you as he kissed you where you most wanted him; first on your clit, sucking lightly, then skimming lower to prod your entrance with his hot tongue. Your fingers scratched and grasped at his scalp as you turned into a moaning mess, now unperturbed with the fact that the other captains could surely hear you, probably along with Orochi and Kaido all the way down at the island.

"Drake... Oh, God, I love this... Please, don't stop," you begged, eyes shut and head thrown back. His hands clamped around your thighs and held you steadily as you trembled.

"Do you want me to make you come?" he asked from between your legs, his tone sultry and deep. Your imagination ran amok as you visualized his glistening lips, closing around you and sending you into an orgasm.

"Yes, Drake, darling." You felt him smile against your skin at the affectionate term. "Please, right now."

His name poured out of your lips as he pleasured you until the tightening in your stomach couldn't take it anymore and eventually washed over your legs and belly, the cold bliss leaving your pussy throbbing. A few drops of your wetness ran down your inner thigh when Drake released you from his grip.

"Give me... a second," you panted and wobbled back for the wet wipes, cleaning yourself up, your heat still sensitive from the orgasm.

"Do you want to go back there?" he asked, arms looping around your from behind. You could faintly feel his hard cock on your butt through his leather pants. "I mean... you're not tired yet?"

You smiled, letting yourself fall back into his hug. "Not yet. I can take a bit more than one orgasm, Drake. Why? Are you going to be jealous now?"

"No. I'm just asking."

His tone made you laugh out loud. "Let's get back. They must be getting pretty bored now."

But his grip still hadn't relented, his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. "(Name)... You don't have to go with us tomorrow. Stay here, where it's safe."

"Thank you for offering, but you know I can't do that. How could I let you go, knowing that you won't come back? Don't be silly. Let's just," you hummed and relished in his embrace, breathing in his scent, "enjoy ourselves tonight."

He muttered under his breath but eventually released you.

"Could you take care of Law for me? Just for a while," you added when he choked on his saliva. "Because I know Kid will have a lot to say when we go back. I want to shut him up."

"What do you mean by take care of him?"

"Oh, don't tell me you've never thought about him that way. Everyone swoons over that guy."

Drake hesitated. He may have blushed as well, but you couldn't be sure. "He and I... We do go way back."

"See? Find some common topics. Ask him about his favorite color and stuff." You didn't know where you were drawing your confidence from, but it sure did feel liberating. You strolled back naked into the main area without an ounce of fear.

And stopped right in your tracks as if you had slammed into a cement wall.

Law and Kid were entangled on the mattresses, making out in such an obscene way you fought the instinct to avert your eyes. It was hard to tell where one body started and the other ended, their muscles rippling and merging into one.

"Holy shit..." Drake halted beside you. His mouth hung open.

"They, um, they look good," you spluttered out.

"You still think he's a virgin?" Drake asked, eyeing the particular way in which Law grasped Kid's bicep and dug his nails into the pale skin, making Kid groan into the kiss. Law's leg was draped over Kid's lap, leather rubbing, steel clinking, the inked chest contrasting against the milky white.

You didn't know how it was possible to be so rough and so affectionate to each other at the same time, but they were pulling it off right before your eyes.

Eventually, Law ended the show. "Seems like we have an audience, Eustass-ya," he regarded and pushed Kid off of himself with firm hands on his torso.

"Oi, Trafalgar." Kid sounded slightly winded as he lay sprawled, his hair tousled and makeup smudged. Some of the straps had fallen off his shoulders. "I sure as hell ain't done yet."

"Good. Because I'm not done with you, either." Law didn't look back at him as he approached you, sweeping you with an up-and-down. "Well, (Name)-ya? Who will it be now?"

Unlike Kid, Law looked more put-together, his black hair only slightly disheveled, a few red lines sprouting between his tattoos, lips tinted red. Only his pupils, blown wide, betrayed his lust.

You raised an eyebrow. This Law was so clashing with the Law you knew - the one slumped over piles of papers, the cold tactician, the mastermind behind brilliant plans. So who was it? The calculating doctor, or the god of sex? Perhaps you would never have a chance to know.

The thought that first told you to restrain from a fantasy got disregarded by other, wilder thoughts - so without thinking any further, you made the fantasy come true and took a step forward, diving into Law's arms and right for his lips.

You heard Drake take in a breath behind you, but you were too lost in bliss to pay it any mind. Law held you tightly, your breasts pressing up against his chest, your fingers encountering the leather straps as you tried to rake them across his shoulders.

"Me?" he asked, voice low, gray eyes taking you in.

It was tempting to agree, but you forced yourself away from him. "Later." You smiled, taking his hand and guiding him towards Drake. "Is it alright?"

Your question was for them both, but you kept your gaze on Drake.

"Trafalgar, I just want you to know that if it wasn't the last night of my life, I wouldn't-"

"Don't think, Drake. Just act. Let yourself feel good." You gave him a wink. "This is the time for it."

As you were turning around, you saw Law give an appreciative nod to the other man, and a familiar smirk rose on Drake's face. You wanted to marvel at their beauty longer, but a voice made your spine tingle.

"Oi. You think I'm going to just hold my cock for the whole night, watching yall?"

Kid certainly made himself comfortable. His legs were spread - pants already lost - leaving only the black harness that clashed with his white chest. He was stroking his erection, jerking at the tip, and his eyes were on you. Not your face, but your breasts, then going lower to glare at your thighs and between them.

"Come here," he told you, and your legs listened before you had a chance to think.

Your eyes strayed from his face to his cock. It was impossible to decide whether to suck on it until he fell apart underneath you and begged for your lips, or to sit on it and dominate him. Perhaps both.

But he made the decision for you.

"That's right," Kid teased lowly, "you like my cock, huh?" He made a point of swirling his fingers around the tip, then going back to stroke the whole length. "Make me feel good. Kneel."

Your body tensed. This time, you managed to refrain from following his order right away and started climbing onto the mattress instead. Your inner thighs chafed, causing you to feel the wetness between your legs.

"At the end of this night," you said, straddling his lap, "you will be the one kneeling."

Surprise mixed with desire shone in Kid's eyes as he regarded you. One of his hands started to touch you, first to fondle your breast and then down low to reach your pussy and tease it. You mewled, making him smirk, and finally he rested his hand on your buttcheek.

Your heart almost jumped from your ribcage when you realized how vulnerable you made yourself before this man. His pearly skin felt so soft under your fingers when you struggled to get comfortable on top of him, grabbing onto his arms for support, clenching your thighs around his waist. It felt natural to lean in for a kiss, but you didn't want to give in quite yet. He'd have taken it for granted then, your attraction to him.

You stared into his red eyes just to show him you weren't afraid.

"So what? You want to dominate me? You want to feel in control?" he asked and shifted on purpose, almost causing you to fall off but you managed to dig your nails into his shoulders. "Good luck to you."

"I don't need it," you sang quietly, holding his gaze. "Kid... This isn't some powerplay fantasy for me. I just want to pleasure you, but in my own way. We don't have to fight."

Suddenly he leaned in and nuzzled your neck, then bit your skin where it was sensitive. You yelped but held your place.

"Oh, we most definitely have to fight," he rasped, now grasping your body in both of his arms, his cock left erect on his abdomen. He felt so heavy around you, you struggled to remain on top. Your thighs trembled from effort. "That's what's hot."

Could he hear how wild your heart was beating? Did he know he made adrenaline rush into your veins with every single touch? And when his lips closed and kissed your skin, you wanted to moan just from that sensation.

Your hand reached for his cock, wanting to stick it inside you already, but he seized your wrist.

"Not yet," he said. "I want you dripping first."

"I'm already dripping," you complained loudly. "Come on, Kid! We don't have all night."

He smirked at you, resuming the pace of his hands on your body. He pinched and squeezed, causing your heart to skip a beat, he rubbed your breasts and inner thighs. You could feel how wet you were already, but it still wasn't enough for him.

With each passing moment, your patience was wearing thin. You were the one who was supposed to dominate him, and yet you were all flushed from just his touch, whereas he had barely broken a sweat. His tousled look was only caused by Law, for now.

"Eustass-ya," Law said from somewhere behind your back. You wanted to turn around and peek, but Kid held you in place firmly. "Don't be a jerk. Fuck her if she asks you." Law's voice was calm, but there was an audible strain to it like he was only reigning himself in. "Don't worry, (Name)-ya, I'll come and help you in a second."

"You think you two can handle me, Trafalgar?" Kid asked. "Look at her. She's already begging for me. And you will beg, too."

A loud groan echoed around the cave. Your abdomen tightened in excitement.

"Drake?" you asked, trying to push Kid away and look, but he was too strong. "Kid, let me see!"

"Trust me, baby, you would have cummed on the spot if you could see what I'm seeing right now."

"I hate you," you huffed, falling on his chest in defeat.

"How am I going to live with that?"

His self-satisfied smirk was driving you up the wall, and the fact that he seemed so cool and unbothered while you were practically soaking wet before him made the adrenaline in your veins turn into pure anger.

Your lips shot forward, claiming his as roughly as possible. He grunted with appreciation, but you paid it no attention. You joined your hands together at the nape of his neck, your fingers scratching and teasing his scalp until he winced in pleasure.

"There you go," he breathed against your lips. "Fight back."

Your breasts rubbed against his chest. The steel ring in the middle was cold when it met your nipple, and it made you flinch.

"I'm not fighting you, you idiot," you growled. Your hand leaving his neck to reach his cock, grasping it tightly and stroking up and down. "I just want us to feel good."

His hips stuttered forward as he leaned into your touch. He missed a breath and you smiled triumphantly.

This time he didn't protest when you attempted to mount him, too busy devouring your lips in a fiery kiss. You moaned into his mouth when his cock slipped so easily inside you.

"See?" you panted out. "I'm so wet for you."

He smiled, helping you find your pace with a hand under your thigh. "Come on, then. Fuck me."

You squeezed your eyes shut as you elevated yourself on him, then plunged straight down. His length filled every inch, stretched and poked your walls and caused you to call out in pleasure every time.

Your worries and anxiety long forgotten, you had immersed yourself into the bliss and let go. His lips claiming yours, muffling the sounds of your delight, then already moving to suck on the crook of your neck, his strong hands aiding you in grinding on his cock.

He had moaned out your name, quietly and so that only you could hear it, and your chest swelled up with pride.

And so you already knew how Eustass Kid was in bed. First teasing, wanting to see your lust for him, then receding into the act like a tamed lion so that you were free to guide him. Perhaps, if you had more time, you could have gotten to know this man better...

"Faster, baby," he said, the soft words meant only for you. "Go faster on me."

His cock throbbed inside. If you hadn't bitten your lip until it bled, the whole land of Wano would be able to hear you screaming his name.

"Kid-" Your throat closed, legs weak and head dizzy, as you finally found a steady pace on him. Your hands were shaking when they tangled in the red hair, pulling and grasping for support. "I love your cock, you know that?"

"I heard that one before," he hummed, burying his face in your breasts. "But you can say it again."

Right there, seeing him coming apart underneath you, a warm feeling spread over your chest. And it wasn't only because Kid had been sucking and caressing your boobs for the past few minutes.

You wanted to shield him from every enemy. You wanted him to stay there, with you, as you held him and pleasured him, seeing only delight in his face. Who would have thought you would ever feel so protective of him?

"Did you hear it from Law?" you teased, leaning in. You were already out of breath, struggling to both ride him and talk at the same time.

He stirred. But there was no answer. The adrenaline coursing through your body had seemingly frozen over, the blissful cold spreading along your thighs and abdomen as you struggled to keep up the pace, adamant on bringing yourself to your climax.

"Did it feel good? When he kissed you before?" you panted. "I bet it did."

"You will get your turn with him."

"So will you, I imagine."

Your words made him blush, only faintly, but you noticed it.

"Shut up and cum already," Kid said, bringing his hips upward to meet the underside of your thighs. His lipstick was smeared from the way you kissed him, hungry and impatient, his hands now clamping around your waist. A droplet of sweat pooled on the nape of your neck, and you felt it travel down along your spine.

You threw your head back, unable to stop yourself from voicing your pleasure when his cock filled you so well, the friction against your entrance making your abdomen flex and then turn rigid from the impending climax. "Oh, Kid!"

"(Name)-ya, you're still going?"

Your head snapped up to see Law, licking his fingers clean, with Drake looking utterly spent behind him. The sight of them - muscled and naked - caused you to tighten around Kid.

"Don't mind them," Kid breathed and turned your head towards him. "Look at me."

And so you did until his cock took you over the edge, your muscles spasming and mouth spilling his name without your permission. Your vision turned hazy and you only had the strength to hold on to him for dear life as he pounded into you still, eager to catch his own release.

You tried not to pay attention to the fact that you were being so closely watched by not only Drake, but Law of all people. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, and you hid your face into Kid's neck. He only chuckled, his pace stuttering.

Your soft mewl made him kiss the shell of your ear. And then he moved his palm from your waist to the back of your head, concealing you more.

His cock slipped in and out of you, the slicky sounds filling the room until he eventually reached his limit and pushed inside one last time, his hips shooting upward and his cum filling you as he groaned right into your ear.

Law drew a sharp breath somewhere behind you.

You fell right into Kid's chest, your breath ragged and your body covered in sweat, saliva and semen.

"Sorry, Trafalgar," Kid huffed, although he didn't sound sorry at all. "I don't think you can hit it now."

An alarm went off in your tired brain. Was that it? Did Kid only tease you and wear you out to get back at Law? You squinted your eyes at Kid. But no, he was holding you with a slight tint on his cheeks, his hair in disarray and a small smirk on his lips. Seeing your gaze, he brushed a stray wisp of hair out of your face. "Don't worry, (Name). I didn't fuck you out of spite, if that's what's on your mind. And I sure as hell loved that you let me cum inside."

This time it was Drake who groaned quietly, the man sounding both turned-on and sullen.

Kid is enjoying this, you thought. Something dripped down your thigh, and you weren't sure if it was cum or your own wetness.

"Fuck off, Eustass-ya. My turn."

You regarded Law for a second, your cheek still pressed against Kid's chest. Law didn't seem much different from before, only his hair was now as wild as Kid's and a droplet of white hid in the corner of his lip but he licked it away. It made you wonder what he and Drake did when you couldn't look.

His gray eyes studied you expectantly, flicking down to your breasts for a second, and shooting back up again. Following the lines of his tattoos, you traveled from the pointy end of the heart all the way down towards his cock as he held it in his palm.

Feeling how spent you were, you didn't know if you could handle Law. You needed an ally in this, someone as swooned over Law as you were, or maybe even more.

You squeezed Kid's shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere," Kid mumbled to you, then turned to Law. "I told you, Trafalgar. I ain't done yet."

Oh, you could get behind this. Mustering up your energy, you shifted to kneel in between Kid's legs as you kissed his semi-hard length and wiggled your butt, hoping Law would catch a hint.

And so he did. With Kid's muscled chest in front of you, you felt Law position himself behind you, his thighs connecting with the underside of yours. His cock was hard when he rubbed it in and out against your entrance. He must have held back his orgasm when he was with Drake.

Drake himself chose to recline back, the mattress dipping under his weight. "I'll stay out of this one," he said, meeting your eyes. "You look good like this, (Name)."

You smiled against Kid's cock, dotting it with kisses. "Law, what did you do to him?"

Law only chuckled behind you. He brought your thighs closer together so that there was more friction for him as he prodded against your inner thighs but not yet entering, your previous wetness acting as a perfect lube. "He'll be fine. You should be worrying about yourself."

A slow lick to the tip. A swirl of your tongue around it. Then taking half of it into your mouth and sucking lightly. Then repeating. You set that pace for yourself, trying to breathe through your nose and maintaining your sanity with Law's ministrations on your behind and Kid's occasional grunts and breaths of pleasure. You weren't aiming to make Kid cum again, you only wanted to prolong the pleasure for him.

Eventually, you couldn't take the teasing anymore. You released your mouth to speak. "Law! For God's sake, will you stick it in already?"

"Will you be able to cum?" Law asked, his voice somehow collected despite his painful hardness.

"I don't know. Doesn't matter. I just want to feel you."

"You heard her, Trafalgar. Go on," Kid backed you up. His hand cupped your cheek and guided you back to his cock. A part of you wondered whether he wanted to see you getting railed while sucking him dry or to see Law at his most vulnerable as well as his sexiest. Maybe both.

Your belly spasmed with excitement when Law eventually pressed himself against you, his warm hands kneading your waist as he pulled you back onto his dick, filling you slowly. You restrained yourself from moaning with Kid's cock still in your mouth.

Your legs shook even more than before. Law must have noticed because he guided you to rest on his thighs, the whole weight on him. His pace was steady and you were almost able to handle it, but then you felt one of his hands on your clit as it traced fast circles, his touch causing pleasure to spike up again. You were glad you couldn't see him or you would have reached your climax right there.

He must have been quite a sight because when you peeked up at Kid, you only saw how smitten he was. His eyes were on Law, emitting pure lust, his mouth parted and you knew it yearned for Law's lips.

Law was the perfect lover, you now had the first-hand proof. His cock prodded you exactly where you wished, his girth not too much and not too little. The speed in which he took it out of you and then shifted it back inside made you see stars and caused you to gasp out loud every other second, your breasts jolting. And the way in which he caressed your clit, aware exactly how to stimulate it - it was as if he'd known you and your body for years.

"Law..." you moaned, releasing Kid and struggling to keep yourself in place. "How the fuck are you so good?"

He only scoffed. "Save your breath, (Name)-ya."

Law knew, he must have known how amazing he was. For some reason that riled you up. Kid must have felt the same because he suddenly stood up, leaving you to lean yourself against the mattress. You watched him as he approached Law, stroking his cock.

And then he knelt beside him and kissed him in a kiss so searing, you felt it in your insides.

Law's hips jolted forward, pushing his cock deeper into you, but you only paid mind to them, not your pleasure.

You followed the movements of their lips, conjoined and bruised, the way Law's hands raked against Kid's chest and neck, causing the other male to stir and lean into the sensation, their chests mending together in a heap of leather straps and muscles and tattoos.

Law's cock still hadn't left you. You prepared to take him out yourself and give them an opportunity for some two-man action, but then you felt the mattress shift.

"(Name)..." Drake muttered, his hand stroking his cock. "As much as I would have liked it, I don't think we can beat them when it comes to visuals."

"Agreed." You raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted to stay out of this one?"

"How could I, when you look so beautiful?"

His abs twitched with every stroke of his hand along his length, his hair wild and sticking to his temples.

"What did Law do, before?" you asked, unable to contain the curiosity. "Does he have a beer-flavored cock or something?"

Drake flushed and shifted. "No. But he's really good with his mouth."

It was hard not to roll your eyes. Was there anything that guy wasn't good at?

"Well, then. I might not be as good as Law, but I can try." You licked your lips and eyed his cock. Drake came closer, allowing you to reach his tip and give it a kitten lick.

And that was when Law resumed his pace inside you. His cock throbbed, and you imagined how much self-restraint it must have taken in order not to let himself cum yet. Drake drew in a sharp breath. First you thought it was because of how you rubbed your tongue on the underside of his dick, but then you noticed his eyes were fixed behind you.

Kid was standing beside Law, grasping his hair and pushing his cock in and out of his mouth. The movements of Law's lips caused Kid to throw his head back and groan, eyes shut and back taut. Their chests heavied, glistening with sweat, and you moaned at the sight. How was Law handling both you and Kid at the same time? You barely made it out with Kid alone.

You could feel how close Law was, and you let yourself fall back to meet his thrusts to help him orgasm. Drake's cock was already hard in your mouth as you grazed it lightly with your tongue.

"Oh, fuck! Law!" Kid growled behind you, and a series of curses and groans that followed suggested that Kid had reached his peak. It was the first time you had heard him say Law's actual name.

You wished you had seen that moment, but you were too occupied with regarding how gorgeous Drake looked before you, vulnerable and on his own edge.

You felt a weight on your back, and suddenly there was Law speaking right into your ear, his pace picking up, his attention fully on you.

"(Name)-ya... Is this fine?" he asked with that low voice of his that was capable of driving anyone crazy.

Drake guided his cock away from your mouth and began stroking it wildly, eager for release.

"Gods, yes, Law!"

Law's hands took ahold of your breasts as he thrust into you, the hilt of his dick slamming against your sensitive skin and his hot breath tickling your ear. It was still too early for you to cum, but the sensations were far too good for you to care.

"Inside?" he rasped deliciously, his hips halting mid-thrust. Even then, he had the strength of mind to stop right at his edge.

"Yes, please," you breathed, and that was all the confirmation he needed to proceed, his cock throbbing one last time and finally releasing inside you, his weight doubling on your back as he lost control of himself for a split second, groaning against the crook of your neck in delight.

You stayed like that for a while, relishing in the pleasure, before he composed himself and looped his strong arms around your waist to support you.

There was no energy left in your body, not an ounce, but Law had caught on. He picked you up and settled you on the mattress right beside Drake.

"You did well, (Name)-ya. Need any help with that?" Law directed his question towards Drake and his still-hard cock in his hand.

Drake flushed but managed a smirk. "No, thank you."

You couldn't help but giggle at the exchange. Despite being covered in various bodily fluids, exhausted and aching to sleep, you wanted to help Drake come before you settled for the night - or the remaining of it.

Law only shrugged and walked over to where Kid was standing on the opposite end of the room, both of them dressing up.

"So," Drake started, "did you enjoy yourself?" His hand moved slowly along his shaft, his blue eyes on you.

"More than I imagined. I can't believe we thought Law was a virgin." You bit your lip. "But all of this made me wish to live even harder."

His kiss was as slow as the movements of his hand - lips connected, you attempted to push the negativity back out of your mind for at least a while more.

You let your hand rest on his, then guided it so that you were the one stroking him, your thumb rubbing on his tip and causing him to breathe deeper.

"Will you come for me?" you asked, picking up the speed.

He only nodded, his jawbone taut and lips pressed together. "Please," he stuttered out, "darling, if you let me."

And so you did, your hand swirling and rubbing all of him until his whole body flexed underneath you and he thrust forward into your palm, his release coating your fingers and dripping on the mattress, his moan ringing around the room and causing Kid and Law to look up.

"There we go," Kid teased. "Finally."

"Don't mind him," you whispered into Drake's ear and wrapped your arms around his neck after making a point of licking your hand clean of his release.

Suddenly you were picked up in his arms. The stale air of the cave changed into the fresh wind as Drake sat against the wall right by the entrance. The night was still around you, Onigashima flickering beneath your feet.

The air made you shiver, but Drake only pulled you closer into his embrace. His skin was hot despite him being as naked as you and he heated you up in no time.

You stared at the skull-shaped island and the tiny lights around it. All your previous worries had come flooding back. When you were with the three captains before, surrounded by their strong bodies, you had never felt safer. You knew they could shield you from any harm and enemy.

But tomorrow, when they would be swarmed by the masses and the Beast himself...

You buried your face in Drake's neck. His hand immediately flew to stroke your hair.

"I know... I'm thinking about it, too," he said, his voice somber. "I'm only hoping I'll be strong enough to protect you."

The wind howled. You had said nothing as you both stared off at the island of Onigashima.

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crapitskizaru · 2 years

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chap 1043 spoilers

i am in LOVE with those two.......... they are the highlight for me

#IM IN AWE #THE DEVELOPMENT #SPEECHLESS #LIKE WOW #i love their dynamic so much i love their interactions everything #thank you oda 😭😭😭😭😭😭#opspoilers #one piece spoilers #trafalgar law #eustass kid #op chapter 1043 #one piece 1043 #trafalgar d. water law #the wano country #kid dropping that pun at the brink of death #u go baby #rubysh

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crapitskizaru · 2 years

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HELLO!! May i please request Eustsass Kid playing naked hide and seek with his partner (any gender)? 🥺🥺 That's so beautiful to even think about 😂

As I discussed with kizaru over pm this - of course - turned into smut... I ask not for forgiveness from god but praise from the devil 😁

So I wrote this with a femboy s/o in mind cause my bf is one and he's been driving me insane with his short skirts and tight stockings and my frustration ended up bleeding into here 😂

Also I feel Kid would be all about a femboy s/o.

Note: I just remembered this is the first time I’ve ever actually posted smut 😂 been writing/studying how to write it for 10 years but never has any of it seen the light of day till now!

Warning: swearing, manhandling, hair-puling, face-fucking, rough sex

Kid x fem!boy S/O: A Game of Cat and Mouse

2k+ words

(god he's so fucking pretty, I'm like, literally mesmerised by this gif!)

Kid growled, clenching his teeth, “Hundred’s way too long, twenty, tops.”

His boyfriend scoffs, twirling a tube of lube around his fingers, “Barely enough time to hide and start prepping myself. Less you want to hurt me like that?”

The red-head pouted, squinting at his partner, “Not my fault I got a big dick.”

Name smirked, “And not my fault I’ve got a ‘cute, fuckable little ass’ as you so eloquently put it.”

At this point Kid felt himself starting to get impatient, “Fine, fine, a hundred! But,” he jabbed a finger at the petit man, “this better be worth it.”

Name gave that little giggle, the one that never failed to make Kid’s cock twitch at the sultry promise the laughter held, “Oh, it will be~”

***

“Eighty-seven, eighty-eight,” Kid muttered out loud, staring up at the ceiling of his cabin the image of Name darting about the ship stark naked no longer amusing him enough to stave off boredom, “eighty-nine, ninety.”

It was then that an odd feeling began to bubble in his gut as he neared the final countdown, his legs tingled, itching to move as his heartrate picked up.

“Ninety-six, ninety-seven,” the young captain grinned, hauling himself off the bed, shucking off his coat – the last of his clothing – as he strode to the cabin door, “ninety-eight, ninety-nine,” he reached for the door handle, the coil in his gut growing tighter, heart racing faster, “a hundred.”

He didn’t know what to expect when he flung the door to the deck open, which was the main reason he’d managed to convince Name to let him keep his boxers on. While the smaller man would be hiding, Kid would be walking about the empty ship looking for him and the last thing he wanted was for one of the crew to come back from the tavern to find him walking about the ship completely naked, dick shrivelled up from the cold night air.

As if losing his arm wasn’t enough.

Oh yeah, that’s right.

He took a quick step back inside the cabin, disconnecting the prosthetic and dumping it beside the doorway. He kicked the door shut as he stepped out onto the deck, brain ticking away as he tried to figure out where to look first. It was then Kid realised with a sinking feeling that nearly anywhere could be a hiding place for Name; not only was the man small – with the faintest hints of muscle showing under his usually tight clothes, but he was impossibly flexible to boot.

Then again, that was one of the many things Kid loved about him, and damn if it didn’t make for some fun times.

Kid gave a quick scan of the deck, wondering if he should trust his boyfriend’s rule about not hiding where anyone on the docks could see them going at it. It wasn’t that Name was no exhibitionist, it was more he didn’t want anyone else seeing Kid butt naked, dude had more of a jealous streak than the red-head ever could.

He smirked as he went below deck, deciding to first check the storerooms, then the kitchen and lastly the bathroom. He knew he didn’t need to check the crew quarters; Name hated the smell of the other men overpowering Kid’s.

“Such a possessive little shit,” Kid chuckled to himself as he began his search.

***

Nowhere!

Motherfucker was nowhere to be found!

He’d even checked the crew quarters!

And the kitchen, twice!

…Okay the second time his main goal was to grab a drink, but still, he checked! The liquor! Cabinet!

Kid knew he just needed to shout their safeword and Name would come out, but that would mean giving up the hunt! And Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid was no fucking quitter!

There was one more place Name could be, Kid’s workshop, but he’d need the key to get in and the guy had left their cabin completely naked, holding just the lube.

Still, it didn’t hurt to check.

And what do you know! The fucking door to his workshop was unlocked!

Kid slowly opened the heavy door, glaring down the dozen or so stairs leading into the heart of the ship. He took two down before turning and bolting the door shut behind himself; Name wasn’t overly strong by any means, but damn if he could run. The red-head reached the bottom of the stairs and glanced around, frowning. There were even less places to hide here than anywhere else! Under the table – well he could see under there from where he was so that was a no go, behind his unfinished works or the couch. That was it!

The couch was an exciting prospect, he could just grab Name by the arm and haul him over the back onto the cushions, pressing his face into the seat as Kid went go straight to town on him!

This whole no clothes thing was actually kinda hot, he was starting to see why Name had suggested it.

He grinned, feeling a familiar bubble of arousal begin to surface in his gut as he stalked towards the couch. Ever so slowly he placed his hand on the back – being careful to not let his fingers hook over so Name could see them – as he brought one knee up onto the seat.

“Gotcha!” Kid roared as he lunged, nearly toppling over the back of the couch as his hand grabbed…

Nothing!

“Fuck!”

He glared at the empty space behind the couch, now he was sporting a semi with no way to get off other than his own hand!

Kid whipped around to look at his unfinished projects, the much larger ones covered by-

“Sheets,” Kid hissed, grin turning manic.

Last he checked, he had six unfinished projects covered by sheets, so as not to get dust in the delicate mechanisms.

Then why did he now count seven?

He didn’t dare to move, hatching a plan of attack. Okay, so he knew those two were weapons, that one was some weird bird statue that came to him in a dream and those two were too big to be Name.

Shit, so it was the one on the far left or the far right!

“Clever boy,” Kid muttered, eyes darting between the two as he tried to deduce which sheet had his boyfriend under it, then he had one of his bright ideas, “Oi, Name, c’mon on out. Got a nice, juicy, fat cock here for you to suck on.”

There! The left one twitched, he was certain!

In less than a second, he’d torn off the sheet to find-

Not Name! Name was making a break for the door from under the far-right sheet!

The red-head bolted after him, Name shrieked and laughed as he dashed up the stairs. Kid had never been happier about his rare moments of foresight than when his boyfriend reached the door and fumbled with the bolt.

“Finally,” he shouted as his one arm wrapped around Name’s waist and the smaller man was hauled over his shoulder with a shriek, “oh you’re gonna get it!”

Name cackled, making feeble attempts to wriggle out of the captain’s grasp, “I knew you’d get into it!”

Kid huffed, tossing the other onto the couch and shoving his boxers down. He couldn’t help but leer down at his boyfriend who was kneeling on the couch, salivating at the sight of his cock, thick and hard, yet bowed under its own hefty weight.

He grabbed Name’s hair and tugged, causing the smaller man to grunt as he was forced to look up at the red-head, “Open.”

Name didn’t miss a beat, opening his mouth and poking out his tongue, eyes half lidded as he panted up at his lover. The grin of Kid’s face was feral as he realised that the other man had probably been fingering himself the whole time he was hiding, continuously edging himself, bringing himself to a point beyond desperate for Kid’s cock.

“That’s a good boy,” Kid smirked, rolling his hips so the tip of his cock brushed against Name’s tongue, “keep it up and you’ll get a reward.”

Name’s needy whimper was cut off as the red-head shoved his cock into his mouth, he didn’t even have time to gag as the thick length slid down his throat, causing tears to well up in the corners of his eyes.

“Fuck, your mouth was made for my dick,” Kid growled, watching Name as he struggled to bob his head with Kid’s fingers still tightly gripping his hair, “you want it, you little slut, want your captain to fuck that pretty little mouth?”

Name gave a loud moan, the muffled vibration feeling heavenly to the red-head as he looked down at those pleading eyes. Kid grinned, clenching his teeth as he began to rut against his boyfriend’s face, being sure to pull back every now and then just long enough for him to get some air. During one of those few seconds, Name’s tongue darted out to swirl around the cockhead still in his mouth. Kid groaned, rhythm stuttering for a moment as his grip on the other man’s hair tightened.

“Fuck,” he panted, pulling out and letting the other man go, “turn around and spread your ass for me.”

The smaller man had already begun to turn before Kid had even finished speaking, resting his forehead on the back cushions of the couch and reaching back with both hands to spread his ass cheeks.

Kid couldn’t stop the groan he let out at the lewd sight before him, the way his lover’s hole clenched around nothing as light streaks excess lube trickled out and down his thighs was a sight he’d never grow tired of. He stroked himself a few times and licked his lips, committing the image to memory.

Name’s hips gave an enticing sway as he whined, “K-Kid, c’mon.”

Oh, he was already in a begging mood, was he?

Perfect.

The red-head chuckled, moving to press the tip of his cock against the other’s entrance, grinning at the sensation of the muscles pressed against him immediately relaxing. Keeping a firm grip on himself he rolled his hips forward just slightly, relishing in the sinful cry Name gave as his cockhead slipped in, then he placed his hand on the other man’s hip.

And Kid didn’t move past that, remaining still as a statue.

He felt light headed at the way Name’s breath began to pick up, he tried to push himself back onto Kid’s cock, but the grip on his hip tightened.

“Need something, babe?” Kid chuckled.

“Fuck, Kid, please!” Name whined, hands moving to grab the back of the couch for extra leverage to try and push back.

But Kid didn’t let him move.

“C’mon, Name,” he laughed, “we both know you can do better than that.”

With that he pulled out, tip resting against the other’s hole.

“No!” Name wailed, whipping his head around to look at Kid, pupils blown wide and mouth hanging open as he panted like a bitch in heat, “Oh, Captain, fuck! Please, Captain, fuck my slutty, tight asshole with your massive cock!”

The red-head felt the familiar swell of perverted joy in his chest as he grinned, “That’s better.”

Kid slammed his hips forward with a snarl, thighs quaking at the feeling of his length being engulfed by the tight, wet heat of his boyfriend’s ass. Name cried out, tongue lolling out and eyes rolling as Kid set a brutal pace, hips slapping against the curve of his ass. All his lover could do was hold on to the couch for dear life as his captain fucked him further into submission. The hand on his hip pulling and pushing him to the red-head’s rhythm, whines and choked moans falling from his lips every time Kid’s length rubbed against his prostate.

“C’mon!” Kid roared, grabbing Name’s hair again, “Sing for me, slut!”

He pulled Name by his hair till their torsos were pressed together, Name’s hands having to leave the back of the couch to comply with the position. Kid laughed as the other man scrambled for purchase, managing to grab the red-head’s hip with one hand and tug at red locks with the other. The new angle had Kid’s cock rubbing perfectly against Name’s prostate, pressure harsh and unrelenting.

“You gonna be a good little slut and come for me, Name?” Kid grunted, feeling the coil in his gut beginning to tighten.

The only reply he got was a garbled moan and a frantic nod.

Kid let go of his hair and Name let go of him, he fell forward to bury his face in the couch cushions as rhythmic slapping of skin on skin began to falter.

“That’s it babe,” the red-head snarled, head spinning as he hurtled towered his finish, “be a good boy and come for me, gonna fill you up so much you’ll feel it inside you for days!”

“Kid~!” Name shuddered beneath him, bucking back as he moaned and clenched around his cock, coming all over the couch.

“Fuck, yes, fuck!” Kid bellowed, slamming his hips forwards one last time as he came deep inside his lover, groaning as his thighs trembled, hips rocking to prolong the sensation.

Eventually his heartbeat stopped pounding in his ears and Kid slowly pulled out, grinning as he watched strings of cum run down the other man’s thighs. He leaned forward, wrapping his arm around Name’s waist, who groaned in protest.

Kid chuckled, placing a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of his boyfriend’s neck and smirking, “Next time, I’m hiding with the lube.”

#BEAUTIFULLLLLL #SPICY AND SATISFYING #THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE IT 💖💖💖💖💖#I wanna play Kid's version of hide and seek so badly #beautiful writing ❤️#eustass kid #dinofilth

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crapitskizaru · 2 years

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some of my fav wano panels that i made into lockscreens:

+ friendly reminder of blushing kid to bless our day:

#one piece #wallpaper #eustass kid #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #lockscreen #the wano country #the wano arc #xoxobb #edit #trafalgar d. water law #rubysh #sometimes i get these urges to make wallpapers.............. and i cant resist them

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crapitskizaru · 2 years

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me looking back at my previous writings

#the things I wrote 4 years ago.............. yikes #I was 18 and writing all that 😭😭😭#why was I like this #me pre timeskip #And it's all documented in 4k 💀💀#rubysh #and one piece has stayed with me through all that shit

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crapitskizaru · 2 years

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Tied to Your Body. (Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2,9k

Inspired by the whole album of Monsta X, The Dreaming, but especially by the song Tied to Your Body.

If he comes inside, it will be the most boring highlight of the day for you.

The soft sheets beneath you rub against your naked body as you are repeatedly pushed against them by the movements of your lover. The sharp lighting of his cabin striking your eyes so you finally close them and lean your cheek against his, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck to hold yourself in a good position for him to push inside. You fight the urge to just let your arms go - he probably wouldn't notice, and they are really starting to hurt from being elevated for so long.

His warm body lays on top of yours and causes you to tilt with his regular thrusts. You can feel his hand holding your breast, the other one placed on your buttcheek as your legs are spread on either side of his hips.

The bed squeaks every other second on the dot, like a world's perfect metronome.

With your eyes closed, you focus on your other senses. His sharp smell - of rubbing alcohol or just vodka, it's hard to tell - mixes with the scent of freshly laundered sheets. You remember the bouquet of thirty-six crimson roses on the nightstand and wish you could smell them too. And count them one more time, while you're at it.

Your fingers drift softly against his hair as you get a whiff of the mint shampoo he so likes.

His cock pushes inside you, then goes halfway back and goes in again. You can feel the muscles of his chest on your stomach and you imagine how you would rub your hands against those, back when you were only dating, tracing the inked lines of his tattoo and going down on him, undoing his zipper and taking as much of his cock into your mouth as you could.

He would blink a few times, reclining his head back on impulse but then immediately looking down to see your face when you pleasured him. His fingers would cup your cheek and he would whisper how gorgeous you looked on your knees, but he always returned the favor twofold, with his lips, his fingers, his tongue... God, the things his tongue could do.

Your head rolls back and you catch yourself almost falling asleep onto the pillows. You open your eyes to peek around his cabin and they land on the blue sky behind the windowpane, then on the roses. You squint, trying to ignore the harsh lighting of the room.

One...two...three... A petal falls from the fourth rose.

His regular pace morphs into a slightly quicker one. He must be getting close to his climax.

Five...six...seven...

You can feel his cock throb against you. Even closer now, maybe a minute or two left.

Oh, the roses. How you love when he brings those every time before you go to bed together. Where he gets them, you have no idea. But they are extraordinary in their satiated crimson, the soft petals, the strong scent. Every bouquet is the same, charming and delightful, luring you right between the sheets with him. Yes, charming but always the same - a perfect metaphor of the sex itself.

Your abdomen tightens, preparing for your own climax. It will come before his, your inside will close around him and pleasure him once more before he cums.

You think of how he looked at you when you first met, the glances he stole from the corner of his eye, the conversations you had of the past and the future, the history and the present, the dreams and goals and wishes. The first gift from him you will always remember, a silver pendant with an engraving meant for you, only for you... And the memories of how he courted you, respectfully and tactfully, that - followed by the rings, and earrings, and roses - was the best gift of all. The looks he gave you as he studied you like you were the most intriguing work of art...

You don't have to turn your face to know what his expression is now - focused, his breathing deep and regular, he hasn't even broken a sweat. But you stroke his hair nonetheless, you love the pleasure and the warmth he gives you every other night.

"Oh, Law," you sigh his name, lost in how delicate he was back when you dated, how vulnerable and sweet, how engrossed...

He stirs. And then he stops his movements, face moving away from your neck.

"(Name)-ya? What's wrong?"

You frown. Your arms have to move down to rest on his back, you simply don't have the strength to hold them up around his neck anymore. "Nothing, sweetie. I just...wanted to say your name."

He's propping himself on his elbows above you to look at your eyes. As his weight leaves you, so does the engulfing warmth.

"That was the most boring version of my name I've ever heard."

You catch yourself admiring his face, his steel eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, his lips - you remember how he kissed you, with passion, adoration, with a yearning.

Your fingers stroke his jawbone. "Please, Law, I'm very close. Make love to me. Let me cum." You buckle your hips against him to spur him on, his cock buries itself deep inside you.

The smell of mint and alcohol comes right back to you when he leans into your embrace. His lips rub against yours a couple of times before he envelops your lower lip with his and nibbles on it. That man knows how to use his mouth, you smirk into the affection.

"You're falling asleep on me," he accuses.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

You sigh. "Please, for the love of God, don't tease me, sweetie. I want to cum already."

His mouth moves away from yours and lands on your neck, pecking and licking. "You just want this to be over with, don't you?"

Your body stirs as if electrified. To hear him say it, your thoughts and guilt spoken out loud... A heat blooms all over your face and neck. The tightness in your abdomen from the pressure of his cock changes into tightness from the sudden anxiety.

"No? What? Of course not. I love having sex with you."

Your mind flies back to the first time you two made love. The whole night, it was difficult to enjoy it fully since you couldn't believe you were having sex with the most alluring man on the planet. That night, his smell, his gaze, his strong arms and skilled fingers, his tattoos and his beauty overtook you forever.

He raises an eyebrow. And he pulls out, his cock wet and slick and still hard as ever. It stands against his abdomen, smearing against his skin.

"It must not be your day, (Name)-ya. You're a better liar than this."

"How would you know if I'm a good liar or not?"

His breath tickles your cheek as he leans right into your ear. "I can tell. Every time. In the way you speak. And you squint your right eye a little bit."

He smirks at your indignant scoff. It's hard to meet his eyes, so you settle for fighting against the bright lights of the cabin instead.

"I can't believe... Wow. Uhuh. No, that's not- What's the purpose of this? We were having sex just now. I feel like you're interrogating me."

"If that were the case, you would have been arrested already."

"Law!"

"Tell me. Am I boring you?" He comes closer again and you cup his face, finding the resolve to make eye contact.

"No. I just... Well, okay, maybe a little bit. I wish we could mix it up. I wish it was like... you know. Like before."

His hands move against your body, caressing and exploring. He blinks. "I know. I remember. I think I had more energy back then, and now... It's like I don't have it in me anymore."

Suddenly you throw your hands around him and push him against your chest in a hug. His words are just so sweet, still so dedicated, you can't help yourself. "Oh my God, I love you! I love everything about you, Law." You squeeze him harder. "It's okay. Not the end of the world. And it's no wonder we're out of energy, we've been doing this for... how long?"

"Every other day, for three months," he says with difficulty from your intensified hold.

"Well then, I know how much you want this, but maybe we should give it a rest."

You both peek at your stomach, and Law moves his hand to rest there, tracing circles with his fingers. "That might be...for the best."

He struggles with getting the words out, but once he does, he relaxes visibly in your arms.

"I'll be honest, it's started to feel like a breeding ritual. Same time, same place, always the flowers... Not that I'm complaining about them. I adore them," you babble.

There's amusement in his voice. "I like them, too. When I see roses I always think about you. As for the breeding ritual, well... I wouldn't have put it that way. But I understand."

"I'm surprised your dick is still intact. Working so hard, always up for duty, always filling me-"

Law growls at your words and smothers them away with a kiss. His desire seemingly comes back in full when his hand on your waist brings you closer to his body, his other hand tangled in your hair as you make out, entwined.

"Law," you gasp out loud. You're already out of breath, panting and leaning into his touch, craving it. His lips not stopping for even a moment as he pecks and kisses and caresses the corners of your lips, your jawbone and your cheeks, moving down into your neck and behind your ear. "Oh my...God, Law-"

The blood rushes in your veins when his arms hoist you up from the bed. Your head spins and you can't stop your body from already returning his affections, trying to grasp, feel everything of him. He walks with you in his strong grip, your legs around his waist. Then you feel the wooden planks on your back as he presses you slightly against the wall.

You loop your arms around his neck - now full of energy - fingers reaching and scratching his scalp.

"I love you," he sighs against the crook of your neck. His cock pushes inside you once more, it's cold from the outside air and sends an electric feeling down your spine. "If you still believe me, I fucking love you-"

Once he's said that, he can't stop - moaning and sighing the words all over again, how much he loves everything about you. It's overwhelming, and your thoughts can't gather. The only thing you can focus on is the familiar tightness in your belly, now shooting up again from the eager movements of his cock circling and drilling inside. That's how it felt. That's exactly how it felt back then.

Your brain flashes you images from the past - how he made love to you the same way he is doing it now, restlessly and longingly, craving for the climax and to be able to start all over again until your bodies give in. How he kissed you just like he is kissing you now, with purpose, with affection, with 'I love you's whispered into your lips. How his decorated hands kneaded and brushed and cradled your breasts just like now, your thighs and your butt, as if he can't get your body close enough to his.

Your back slamming against the wall, his hitched breath in your ear, it drives you crazy with lust as you tighten your legs around him even more.

You want to talk to him, tell him all about your feelings as you normally would, praise him and spur him on but you can only moan his name, over again, as it gets stuck in your throat and fills your brain until there's nothing else you can think about other than him.

His cock throbs - that much hasn't changed - and you know he's brought himself close to release again. His hand scoops up your butt and brings you into his repeated thrusts, hair tousled, he closes his eyes and his head rolls back.

"(Name)-ya... God, fuck! Oh my God-" His whole body taunts like a string of a bow and he cums with the same expression on his face you've seen a thousand times - relief, and ecstasy, satisfaction and love.

You moan with him - the sensation of his release makes you shudder with pleasure.

His breathing ragged, he brings his forehead to touch yours as he composes himself. He pulls out his limp cock and droplets of cum drip down into your inner thigh.

"I love you too, Law," you laugh into his kiss and try to collect your scattered thoughts. He's always made you cum, no matter how precise and repeated the sex was, you were always pleasured the most at the end. And now that things are back to how they used to be, you wonder what he might come up with.

And the glint in his eye tells you all there is to know. His arms, reliable and strong as usual, bring you right back into the bed. Setting you down on your back, he kneels between your legs and massages your calves, then your thighs, going further to touch your stomach and breasts. It's hard to peel your eyes away from his wide chest - inked, with hard muscles, shining with sweat.

"We've done it here, on the bed. You were so eager... and you wore that matching black lingerie set. Were you expecting us to have sex?"

It takes a moment for you to find words. Is it a coincidence he's remembering your first time together when you have just done the same thing a few minutes ago? His change, in a spur of a moment, as if answering to your wishes and longings of the past, leaves you a little dizzy. But now he's sending you that self-satisfied smirk and you are brought right back down to Earth.

"I didn't know it will be that night, precisely. I started wearing the lingerie a week before, just to be safe," you answer, trying to scoop him into your embrace again but he doesn't let you. Instead, he puts his warm palms on your breasts and starts to rub them, slowly at first, his fingers stimulating your nipples.

"Hmm. So you knew I wouldn't be able to resist you."

You pout, trying to play it cool. The sensation on your breast is incredible, and it feels so safe to have him do it. "I saw how much effort you put into courting me, how much you tried... I was the one not able to resist."

"When I saw those for the first time..." Law leans in and kisses each of your breasts. He tries to hide his rising smile. "I remember how happy I was. I feel the same thing every time. And when I first pleasured you, it was- Mmph-"

He fumbles as he goes down on you, lips tracing back along your belly button and then your inner thigh. You know why he can't put it into words - it was just that good, that sensational.

"If it feels good to you, then imagine how it feels to me. There's nothing else I love more than when you do it, Law."

His smirk is lost on you when he finally kisses you where you most want him - your pussy still wet and ready. You try to prepare yourself, your breathing already labored.

"Try to not wake up the whole ship, (Name)-ya," Law teases. You bite your lip to hide how hot you find his confidence.

"I think you already did before-"

His lips close around your entrance and you tense, hands reaching to tangle in his hair. His tongue licks up your folds, then flicks between them, causing your legs to tremble but he just puts them over his shoulders and goes right back to you. He rubs and reaches inside you, strokes and caresses your sensitive skin and so you can't help but moan out loud, urging him forward.

He spots a streak of his cum on the inside of your thigh and blends it away with his finger, then directs it to rub circles on your clit.

"Oh, Law! There, do it- mmh!" Your head rolls back into the pillows and you shiver from pleasure. He knows the spot that always makes you like this, his tongue entering and teasing all over your entrance, leaving you a hot mess. Your body stiffens and you wait for the climax, now already within reach. "Law!"

He pauses for a moment to lick his lips, gray eyes on you.

"There. That's how you say my name, love."

And then he goes back, stimulating you until you can't stifle it any longer and groan his name out loud in sync with your climax - it spills over you, your stomach and your legs like cold waves of the ocean. You tremble in his grasp until the waves subside and there's no energy left in your body to do anything other than to lie there, in the sheets, enveloped by his presence.

He laughs softly and rests beside you. "I forgot how entertaining this can be. Please, forgive me. I'll be mustering up my energy every time from now on."

All you want is to close your eyes and slip into a peaceful sleep with your man embracing you, but you manage to mutter out, "No, I'll be the one with all the energy next time. You better buckle up, sweetie."

His lips graze your ear.

"I can't wait, then."

#trafalgar law #one piece #xoxobb #dinofilth #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar x reader #monsta x #one piece scenario #one piece smut #one piece imagine

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