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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 12 - Overboard

You struggle with your confidence after going feral, as an approaching storm threatens to shake things up.

WC: ~5k

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You were uncharacteristically quiet for the next several weeks. Unnervingly quiet. It wasn't that you were mad at Kid, or scared of him, or anything like that. It was yourself you were scared of. It'd been a long time since you'd gone feral like that, and it distressed you. You didn't like not being in control, not when you'd worked so hard to get back your autonomy. You hadn't had a feral episode since you'd gotten the mask when you were eleven, since then you hadn't ever been away from either seastone or your mask for long enough for it to happen. It reminded you just how thin the rope you were treading was - one small slip and you could kill the only friends you had in the world. Every time you left your room all you could think was ‘What if I slip and my mask breaks? What if a henchman grabs it and throws it overboard? What if we're attacked and Kid accidentally grabs it with his devil fruit? What if an enemy cracks it during battle?’ To say you were stressed would be an understatement, your heart raced with fear at the mere sight of any other living person.

So you kept to yourself. If you stayed away from others, you would be of less risk to them. Heat tried to give you company, but more often than not you excused yourself from the situation almost as soon as he arrived. You'd taken to locking your bedroom door so he couldn't join you anymore. The toys he'd bought had come at a good time, because you didn't have to worry about risking his life by fooling around with him. He didn't take offence to it. He'd seen the holes in the walls at the inn, the gruesome state of the henchman's body, the deep bite mark in Kid's neck that was leaving a clear scar as it healed, adding to his already vast collection. He'd heard from Killer what happened, and he understood your hesitation to interact with the crew, especially when he learned that he had been your first priority when you found out you'd killed someone. Nobody mentioned the dead henchman, death was common and almost expected among their ranks, nobody took it personally. Anyone who learned you'd been the one to kill him just guessed that he can't have been that strong to have been killed so easily by a girl, so he didn't belong in this crew in the first place.

Killer still forced you to take reading lessons, but something was different there too. A different kind of hesitancy, one that gave you both butterflies and forced you to both keep your distance at all other times. You'd catch each other making passing glances at dinner, always quickly looking away. Even Kid had noticed the change in both of you, but he could only assume it was because of the incident. He thought you were acting the same with Killer as you were with everyone else, avoiding them out of fear - for what, he didn't know - and that Killer was avoiding you after so willingly having put his mask on you. The actual intimate depth of the situation was going over his head. You and Killer both knew well what was happening, with your abilities and his observation haki you could hear how your hearts both quickened around each other, so you avoided contact like your life depended on it, outside of reading lessons and meal times. There was a silent understanding between you, both scared of getting too close for different reasons, so you both stayed away.

Even so, Killer couldn't help but feel bad for you, and couldn't help but try to make small gestures to raise your confidence and show you were cared for. Even if he couldn't let himself get further with you, he told himself that it didn't mean he couldn't at least try to show he was still a friend. The reading lessons were a great help, you often forgot your fear when it was just the two of you, but there were other things too.

He found out you enjoyed chocolate cake, so he'd bake one every couple of days and leave anonymous slices outside your door, like it wasn't obvious who was leaving them. If you were on night watch, he would take the morning watch, making sure he was the first to check on you and make sure you were okay. If it started raining during your watch, he made sure to bring you a blanket, even though he knew you didn't need it. He'd started taking your plate after meals before you had a chance to bus it yourself, giving you the chance to retreat and recover from the stress of being around other people faster. Small gestures that he didn't even realise he was doing sometimes, but he couldn't help himself. He tried to stay away, he really did, but his heart strings pulled hard and forced him towards you over and over.

It didn't go unnoticed by you, all the small things that he did to try and cheer you up. Unfortunately it had the effect of making you feel worse, crying to yourself in the dark of night that you would never truly feel love, you could never truly get close enough to someone without hurting them, or worse. You were damaged goods, who would even want you, let alone risk their life to be with you? Killer heard you crying sometimes, when he passed your room oh so casually, definitely not just trying to subtly check on you, and it made his heart hurt knowing there was nothing he could do to ease your pain.

He understood too well how you felt, he'd long since resigned himself to being alone, a combination of his insecurities and his nomadic life keeping him from ever truly getting close to someone. He desperately wished he could let you in, but he'd look at himself in his broken mirror, forcing a smile, and remind himself that he could never let anyone in like that. He had Kid, and he had the other commanders, that platonic love and fleeting hookups at random islands would have to be enough. It'd been years since he'd even moved the mask enough to kiss a woman, all of his hookups over the last few years having been entirely for the purpose of getting off only, never removing his mask for them no matter how much they begged. It made it easy to keep himself grounded, and stop himself from falling too deep.

Finally, after fifteen cruel days at sea, Heat pulled him and Kid aside, determined to figure shit out.

“I can't watch this anymore man, we have to do something about her,” Heat pinched the bridge of his nose, hurt and frustrated that it felt like he'd lost his friend when he'd only just gotten you to truly open up to him. It wasn't even anything to do with the hooking up, he knew that was only a temporary arrangement anyway, he just wanted his friend back.

“What's her problem anyway?” Kid complained, “she killed some no name henchman, who the fuck cares?”

“It's not that,” Killer interjected, “she's scared of how easy she turned feral. She took hurting you to heart”

“Like you lot haven't taken swings at me before,” Kid groaned, rolling his eyes, “remember when you stabbed me in the leg over a meatball? We're still mates”

“It's not the same thing for her,” Killer explained, “you have to remember we're the closest thing she's had to a family since she was a kid, and all it took was being away from her control mechanisms for a few minutes for her to almost kill you. If she'd killed you, her life as she knows it would have been over. There'd be no crew for her anymore, she'd be alone again”

“So she's scared we'll kick her out if she goes postal?” Kid grumbled.

“You're not getting it Kid,” Killer ran an exhausted hand down the front of his mask, “she's not scared of you, or us, she's scared of herself. She thinks its too easy to lose control”

“You can't really blame her,” Heat added, “all she has is a mask that could get knocked off or broken at any time, and a shoddy piece of raw seastone”

“That's her issue?” Kid said with wide eyes, “well fuck she should have said something, I could have just made her a bracelet or something”

Heat and Killer stared silently in disbelief at Kid, and he shifted uncomfortably under the tense gazes. “What?”

“You could have done that this whole time and you didn't think maybe it might be useful?” Killer growled, “she's your crew Kid, it's your job to make sure she's comfortable and safe with us. You knew what she was working with and you didn't think maybe she could do with something more than a scrap she has to hold every night? You ever tried to sleep holding something? It's not easy, but if she drops it she could kill everyone here without breaking a sweat. She's probably not had a decent sleep since she got here out of anxiety”

“Why didn't she just wear a cuff or something?” Kid puzzled.

“I don't know Kid, why don't you ask the lifelong victim of abuse and imprisonment why she wouldn't want to be locked into a seastone cuff every night?” Killer snapped back sarcastically.

“Okay… point taken,” Kid mumbled. “Gimme a couple of days, I can probably make something simple she can flip over when she needs it, I'm sure I have a couple of seastone bullets laying around in my workshop. I'll have to work the stone manually though since I can't use my powers on it, so she'll just have to hold her horses for now”

Three days later Kid pulled you into his workshop. You'd never been inside, and your curiosity outweighed your fear of being alone with him for a short while as you scanned the new, unfamiliar space with your eyes. The room was small, but it housed a long workbench along one side, covered with various tools, scraps, and half finished projects. Against one wall were a few large machines, assumedly for cutting and grinding things, and nearby were some open wooden crates filled with all sorts of different metal scraps, some larger sheets pinned against the wall behind them.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room while he put the final touches on something you couldn't see, before swivelling on his stool and holding a small metal box out to you.

“What's this?” You asked curiously, taking it with both hands and looking between him and the box curiously. You and Kid didn't really have the best of relationships, so a gift was extremely unexpected.

“An apology,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Just open it”

You undid the small brass clasp on the box and opened it to find a small bracelet. It was silver, with some sort of large, flat, circular pendant on it. On the pendant was the carefully engraved jolly roger of the Kid Pirates, the same one that decorated the main sail of the ship.

“Here,” he said, removing the bracelet from the box and holding out his flesh hand, indicating for you to put your hand in his. You did so anxiously, and he used his fruit to unlatch the bracelet, which floated around your wrist like magic with small purple sparks and clasped itself shut. It was a little loose, so he mumbled profanities under his breath before using his fruit to remove a few links. Now that the bracelet was tight, the pendant pressing against your skin, and your eyes widened in surprise as your powers were suddenly nullified.

“Seastone?” You asked, inspecting the bracelet carefully. You could only see silver, you didn't understand how it was working.

He held your hand gently and flipped the pendant, hiding the jolly roger and revealing the small piece of seastone that was embedded in the other side, flush with the metal border. The seastone was also engraved, this time with the alternative jolly roger of the Kid Pirates, the one that Wire wore on his clothing that you always thought looked suspiciously like Heat. “You can flip it when you need your powers deactivated,” he explained, letting your hand go, “Killer and Heat thought it might be better than holding that rock you've been working with”

“Kid, it's beautiful,” you remarked, “did you make this?”

“Yeah, and it was a real bitch too,” he grumbled, “had to go one armed to work with the seastone. It should be strong though, you don't have to worry about anyone pulling it off or breaking it. Should be able to shower with it too, just make sure you polish it every now and again or the metal with tarnish. If it gets too tight let me know, when you finish getting back to a healthy size you might need a extra link added”

Your head snapped up as you realised what this was really about, “Kid…”

“Look, I get you're scared of losing control or whatever,” he cut you off, “but I'm your captain, you have a problem, you tell me. Or at least tell one of the other commanders. I could have made this for you ages ago, but I thought you were good with your rock”

“I'm sor-”

“It's fine, just quit moping around,” he interrupted again, “you're bumming my commanders out. You've got the bracelet now, something happens to your mask, you can just flip the pendant, so you're not gonna go postal again. Your place here with us is safe, you're not gonna hurt anyone”

“Thank you, Captain,” you sniffed. You were trying your best not to cry in relief, knowing how much that would undoubtedly piss him off after he'd just done such a kind thing for you. At the same time you felt ashamed, that you'd kept your struggle to yourself when Killer and Heat had been trying so hard to show you that you weren't alone. It was a hard learning curve, you guessed, to adjust to not being a lone wolf anymore. It had been so long since anyone had truly cared about you.

“Now get out, I've got shit to do,” he growled, turning back to his table. He didn't like seeing the way your lips were wobbling.

“Right, of course Captain,” you quickly hurried to the door, pausing for a moment before you left, “thank you, Kid, really,” then you fled, leaving him feeling all warm and wholesome and disgusting.

The change in your confidence was immediately noticeable, skipping straight up to Killer to show him your fancy new bracelet. He smiled at you under the mask and gave you a friendly pat on the back, genuinely happy for you, and impressed that Kid had worked so hard on the small, detailed piece of jewelry. As quickly as you'd appeared you were gone again, off in an excited flurry to show Heat, and he couldn't help but feel empty that you'd left. He sighed and looked back out over the railing where he'd been watching the progress of a storm on the horizon, hearing your excited squealing behind him as you showed off to Heat.

For now the storm wasn't concerning him too much, but this was the Grandline, it could change winds at any moment. He turned to report it to Kid, and almost slammed into you, who had appeared again behind him.

“Fuck Yin, you need a fucking bell,” he gasped.

“Yeah? One with a pretty collar?” You cooed. Yup, you were definitely back. He flushed under the mask at the mental images your casual flirtation brought up.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, trying to shake the dirty image of you with fluffy ears and a leash from his mind.

“You're the one making me cakes right?” You asked. He blushed more, the pink tint starting to escape his mask down to his neck. He hadn't expected you to bring it up so quickly. Or at all, really.

“Yeah, uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “are they okay?”

“Yeah, they're really good! And it was really nice of you to try and cheer me up…” you looked past him at the dark clouds on the horizon, “I was wondering if maybe you could show me how to make them? Just um… if you wanted. You did say you wanted to teach me to cook…”

“Baking is sort of different, but yeah, I can show you,” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The last few weeks you'd had to be basically dragged, kicking and screaming, to reading lessons, and now you were asking to spend time with him. The change in demeanour was giving him whiplash. He didn't like it - not you wanting to spend time with him, but the fact that he realised you now no longer had a reason to hold yourself back from him. Staying away was about to become a whole lot harder.

“Yay! Let's go then,” you grabbed his scarred arm with both hands and pulled as hard as you could, and he couldn't help but smirk at how easy it was to resist your pulling, barely budging despite you putting your full weight into it. You paused and pouted at him, and his heart did a silly little cartwheel. He sighed and started moving, purposefully knocking you out of the way as he made his way to the kitchen. You pouted more before skipping behind him, claiming this as a victory.

The cake was made for the most part with little difficulty, and he was able to use it as another opportunity to teach you to read. You'd already learned your numbers, you found them much easier than words, and you were getting good at matching words, so you were able to look at the measurements in the cookbook and match them to the correct marking on the measuring tools, with some help from Killer to identify the ingredients when the words were too tricky to successfully sound out on your own. He guided you through the cooking method, the sentences still being too long and complicated for your skill level, but he was proud of your progress anyway. It was a stark improvement on the first time you'd tried to help him cook, and he couldn't help but smile at your excitement and enthusiasm. As he watched you move he couldn't help but notice your progress with healing too, your arms no longer dangerously boney, and your shirt beginning to bow where your breasts were filling in. He hoped his cooking over the last few weeks had something to do with that, and it made his heart swell to think he was so integral to your healing.

While the cake baked and cooled he showed you how to peel and cut the various vegetables he was prepping for dinner. The storm was rumbling in the distance, the rocky waves from the winds picking up making the Victoria Punk rock gently from side to side, but for now the brunt of the storm was far away. Even the rain hadn't reached the ship yet, though it could be seen in the distance as a slight haze in the air.

The icing was a different bag of weeds all together. You had measured it out, but your skill manually whipping the ingredients together left a lot to be desired, and Killer wondered if he should add an electric beater to his shopping list, having never had need for one himself. Your arms were still weak from years of starvation and captivity, and he grew frustrated knowing he could do it himself in a fraction of the time.

“Here, let me,” he tried to shimmy you out of the way, attempting to take the bowl and whisk from you, but you gave him a stubborn pout.

“I can do it!” You grumbled, refusing to let go of the whisk. Killer accepted the challenge and pulled harder. A playful lightbulb went off in your brain and you let go, the whisk suddenly snapping towards Killer with all the force he'd been using to pull and slamming against his chest. Icing flew everywhere, covering both of you in sticky chocolate goop. You started to laugh maniacally, while Killer stood in stunned shock, confused at what had even happened.

“You should see your not-face right now!” You laughed, holding your stomach as you wheezed, “I got you so fucking good!”

Killer gave his best impression of an outwardly annoyed appearance, but under the mask he was smiling, overjoyed to hear you laughing again for the first time in weeks. He flicked the whisk at you, scattering the icing on your face and visor. You stopped laughing in shock at his unexpectedly childish reaction, it was so unlike him, then you smirked playfully and licked the sweet icing from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue flicked out and ran along your lips teasingly and Killer struggled to not stare.

“Here, you missed a spot,” he swiped a thick dollop of icing from your mask, and was about to wipe it on your shirt when you grabbed his wrist. His heart stopped as you closed the short distance between you and ran your tongue over his fingers, and he swore he about near died when you looked up at him and put them in your mouth, sucking on them and letting them go with a pop.

“Yin-” he started.

“Delicious,” you purred, stepping closer, still holding his wrist.

“Oi, you seen Yin?” Heat's voice came from behind him. Killer's back was to the door, his large form entirely blocking Heat's view of the sticky situation. You gave one last teasing kitten lick before letting his hand go, skipping around Killer to greet Heat.

“Heat! Come give me a hug!” You cooed, stepping towards him with open arms. He almost fell for it, taking one enthusiastic step forward before spotting the icing down your front, and hastily turning heel to flee.

“No thanks!” He yelled as he fled, with you hot on his trail.

“Aww come on!” Killer heard you call as you left the kitchen in pursuit of your victim, “just one hug!”

Killer was left standing shellshocked in the kitchen, his pants straining and his brain entirely fried by the sudden heated interaction. ‘Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought,’ he grumbled to himself as a soft scattering of rain began to patter against the kitchen's portholes.

A cold shower and an intense jerking session wasn't enough to keep Killer's dirty thoughts at bay. He couldn't help but steal glances at you at dinner, and he almost choked when you caught him staring, replying with a soft smile and a foot rubbing against his leg under the table. You were making your thoughts obvious now, and it was torture for him.

He'd basically sprinted back to his room after dinner, almost putting a hole in the shower wall with the intensity that he fucked his own hand. He groaned and panted as he watched the results of his suffering roll down the shower drain. He went to bed early, but he was tossing and turning, his dick springing back to life every time he accidentally remembered the alluring sight of his fingers disappearing between your lips, the way your tongue stroked against them knowingly. He wondered how you'd look on your knees, how it'd feel if it was his cock in your mouth instead of his fingers. “Fuck,” he growled to himself, rolling over once again as a crack of thunder vibrated the room. The rain was bridging on hail now, the ship swaying more aggressively in the harsh winds.

Suddenly the ship almost tipped, throwing Killer from his bed, and the emergency alert bell rang sharp between cracks of thunder. He grabbed his mask and ran out barefooted to the deck, it was clear the storm had taken a sudden turn for the worse in classic Grandline fashion. He could already hear the scrambling of boots and Kid's booming shouts as the crew tried to pull in the sails, secure anything loose on deck, and try to keep the ship upright as it swayed dangerously.

You appeared on the opposite side of the deck at the same time as he did, the two of you locking eyes - well, where your eyes would be - for a moment before Kid's shouting got Killer to move. You had run out to the deck barefoot as well, in nothing but your satin nightie and dressing gown. Thanks to the new bracelet you hadn't needed to grab your mask, not that you had time to grab it anyway in the midst of being thrown around your small cabin. You'd no doubt have some vibrant bruises tomorrow.

This wasn't the first ship you'd been on, you were an ex-marine of course, so you did your part, grabbing the nearest sail rope and pulling as hard as you could. You were only small compared to everyone else, but when you dropped your entire weight you were able to make it move. You held on tight as the ship titled, the deck almost perpendicular to the sea, as a heavy wave rocked it.

“TURN THE FUCKING SHIP YOU LAZY CUNTS!” Kid yelled, “KEEP HER UPRIGHT!”

You tied off the rope with a careful knot and moved to the next, spotting Killer further along the railing doing the same as you. You opened your mouth to shout to him, when the ship tilted again, a heavy wave washing over the deck and pushing you flush against the railing. He shouted to you, his mouth moving under his mask but the sounds not reaching you, and when the wave drained, you were gone.

“MAN OVERBOARD,” Killer shouted, desperately scanning the dark water for any sign of you. He spotted your dressing gown floating on the rough black waters, and remembered with sudden panic that you were a devil fruit user, you couldn't fucking swim.

He took one last look at the crew scrambling around on the deck - nobody was coming to help, everyone was too preoccupied with the ship. He wasn't even sure if anyone had even heard him over the thunder and loud winds. Without thinking he jumped into the water, the icy sea knocking the breath out of him the second he made contact as he dove under the surface and searched desperately for you. He could see your lilac hair fluttering in the water as you sank, and he swam as fast as he could, grabbing you desperately and immediately making back for the surface. You gasped and panted as he emerged, clinging to him as best you could in your weakened state and shivering violently.

Killer held you tight, turning with the intent of swimming back to the ship, but greeted only by flashes of lightning and dark, empty waters. It was gone. The heavy winds and strong waves had carried it miles away already, an impossible distance to catch up to, even for a strong swimmer like him. He looked around desperately for anything that could help, anything that could alert the ship that they were here. There was nothing, and all he could do was hold you close and tread water. He had strong legs and incredible stamina, but the waves were high and battered you both continuously, and he almost lost his grip on you several times. All he could do was watch as the ship slowly disappeared over the dark waves, his hopes of either of you surviving this disappearing with it.

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Heat Waves

Killer x gn!reader (afab edition) word count: 2.3k amab version a/n: so technically this ties in with the latest chapter of this fic - call it chapter 3.5 if you will, but it also works as its own stand alone thing sooooo here ya go. also, side note: i use the term palette which someone brought to my attention that not everyone uses in this specific context (could just be something my bio mom called it idk). in this case a palette refers to spreading out blankets, usually three or four, one on top of another - typically on a floor - making a makeshift bed. also you put a bunch of pillows on it. im not sure if there's another term for something like that - i only know it to be a palette lmao

Suddenly, you were very glad Killer thought ahead. Not only did he bring the comforters and pillows to really spruce up the bed of the truck and make it more comfortable - he also actually remembered to set it up before the two of you got to business.

There'd been a few times where the two of you were hanging out in the truck bed and ended up getting frisky. You usually ended up with major back pain or all kinds of bruises and scratches from lack of buffer between you and the metal bed.

This time he had it all planned out and you were glad for it. You weren't going to have to think ahead or plan out exactly how to shag him while doing the least amount of damage. You didn’t have to think at all, actually.

Also, you knew that since you had riled him up earlier and then blue balled him, he was really gonna let you have it. Between that and the fact he was leaving for who knows how long - you knew you were definitely going to be feeling it the next few days.

Good.

You felt him place a hand on your back as he kissed you feverishly, his other hand on your thigh before he moved to lay you down in the comfort of the blankets. He didn't once break the kiss as he moved you to where he had wanted you, groping the meat of your thigh, making you whine softly.

He began to kiss your jaw and down your neck, leaving plenty of hickies in his wake. He wanted to mark you up before he left, reminders that he would be back soon enough. You gasped as you felt him bite down on your shoulder, your eyes rolling back slightly. Yeah, he definitely was in one of his more feral moods. Hell, you might not even be able to walk tomorrow.

Your body already felt like it was on fire at this point, more than excited to have Killer do whatever he wanted for however long he wanted. You’d go all night if he wanted.

Your hands found their way into his hair before tugging on it roughly, causing him to groan loudly against you. His hands made their way up your shirt, groping your chest before pulling it off of you completely. You were glad it was a summer night or you'd be shivering. Though, you did anyway from the sudden kiss of the cooler night air.

Killer covered you with kisses, his lips feather light as he ran them down your torso, nipping you here and there, leaving a few hickies. Your entire body was buzzing as you pressed into him. Each point of contact riling you up more and more, ready for him to get on with it already. You loved the light signs of affection, but it’d been a while. You were ready for him to completely use you.

It took him absolutely no time at all to take off your pants and underwear, tossing them somewhere to the side. You didn't even fully comprehend where they ended up but you hoped they didn't end up on the ground. Not the end of the world but inconvenient.

With a sharp inhale of breath, Killer spread your legs, leaning back for a moment.

“What?” you mumbled, face red as you looked up at him. You never really felt embarrassed or ashamed with him. You knew he loved every inch of you - inside and out.

“Mm, just enjoying my view.” He licked his lips and your heart raced. You loved it when he looked at you like he was some kind of wild animal watching his prey.

You opened your mouth to say something smart when you felt his mouth against you. He wasted no time in dragging his tongue along your folds. The fork in his tongue gave a whole different sensation especially as he flicked at your clit, placing it in between his split as he did so.

Ever since he split his tongue, it definitely heightened the experience for both of you. He got it from losing a bet, but it ended up working in his favor - both of your favors.

The sudden stimulation surprised you, your eyes rolling back as a moan ripped from your chest. It was loud enough that it echoed slightly and some nightlife skittered about. You didn't realize you'd been that loud. Man, you were glad you were in the middle of nowhere.

A small chuckle came from the man in between your legs and your face was ablaze. “W-What are you laughing at?” you mumbled, your breathing growing heavier the more filled with lust you became.

He pulled away from his assault on you for a moment to look up at you through his hair. You felt his fingers start to stroke you, your hips twitching slightly in response and a whine escaping your lips.

“Nothing in particular, you're just cute,” he crooned. You opened your mouth to retort only to, once again, be interrupted by your own lust as he slid in one of his thick fingers. You choked on your words, immediately closing and trying to muffle the moan that threatened to erupt from you. You couldn’t think clearly, already drunk on lust.

You watched as the smug smile on his face grew. You went to roll your eyes at him only for them to roll back into your skull instead as he began to work in a second finger. Fuck, he wasn't going to let you breathe, was he?

Not that you were complaining.

He worked on stretching you as you rolled your hips, trying to get more friction with noises that were a mix of pleasure and frustration. You just wanted him to get to the part where he destroyed you. It's been a while so you were yearning for it. He was taking it slow on purpose. The both of you knew you could handle him with ease. Hadn’t he already made you wait enough for things?!

You could feel yourself on the cusp of a climax, your breathing growing more shallow, your body growing warmer. “Fuuuck-” Then he pulled his hand from you, leaving you empty and cold. Your body shivered from the sudden lack of warmth as you looked up at him in disbelief. You let out a huff of irritation, glaring at him the best you could.

“Just a little payback for earlier, but I'm too greedy to completely stick to the bit.” And boy howdy, were you glad for that.

You were panting, vision hazy as you looked at him. It was a full moon tonight, so he was illuminated pretty well despite being where there wasn't any light from lamps and such. Fuck, he was beautiful.

“I only did that to get back at you for-” Before you could finish your sentence, he was back at attacking you with his mouth once more. His tongue plunged deep inside of you as his fingers started to rub your clit in full assault mode.

Your eyes widened and you cried out, thighs tightening around his head a bit as your body reached its sudden climax, making a mess of your boyfriend. He cleaned you up with his tongue, your hips and thighs twitching as you rode through your high.

You were panting heavily, closing your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down. Killer pulled up, a satisfied yet hungry look on his face. Your heart raced, body growing warm all over again. He could rile you up so easily but you already knew that you do the same to him.

He yanked his own shirt off, tossing it to the side and you admired the view. Your hands moved up, tracing over his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you hungrily, a small growl escaping from him. A shiver ran down your spine in anticipation, fuck. He was so hot when he was like this.

You suddenly felt his fat head press against you. You hadn't even noticed him pull himself out or even roll on the condom. He must've done it while you were collecting yourself.

“I love you,” he mumbled against you. Before you could return the sentiment, you felt him begin to press inside you. Your eyes widened slightly, at this point they were going to get dry with how open you were having them, and rolled back. As he pushed his way into you, your back arched, legs spreading further to make it easier for him.

He didn't slam into you, but he didnt go slow either. Your walls were stretched around him, throbbing slightly from the sensation as he bottomed out. You felt absolutely full, your body tingling and floaty. “I love you,” you finally managed to mumble back.

He just smiled, placing a kiss on your lips once more before getting down to business.

Get down to business he did. He didn't fully hold back, thrusting in and out of you quickly from the jump. You were already still sensitive from your first orgasm of the night and with the rough way he'd been handling you, his fingers digging into your hips paired with more bitemarks and hickies across your skin, you were about ready to snap again.

Your nails dug into his back, dragging them down. You weren’t going to be the only one marked up, that you were going to make sure of. As he pumped in and out of you, you started kissing and biting at his skin this time, wanting to leave him with memories of you.

You felt yourself tightening up, this round was about to close for you. The sound of skin against skin, the breathing and moaning of you both, it almost echoed in the forest around you.

“Killi, I-” You gasped, clenching around him as you threw your head back and cried out his name as you reached euphoria for the second time tonight. It wasn't long after that you felt his hips still as he reached his climax as well.

The both of you were panting as you rode out your high, both twitching and trying to recover.

You felt him move your leg up over his shoulder and you looked at him with half lidded eyes. You slurred something incoherent, trying to ask ‘again’ but garbled nonsense coming out instead. You're not even sure if any of it registered to Killer anyway with the feral way his eyes looked. Both of you were completely out of it.

Either way, you weren’t gonna complain. You kind of liked it when he was like this. Sure, you were sore for a few days but shit, it was worth it.

You felt him raise your other leg over his shoulder. Oh, he was really gonna hit deep with this one.

You hardly had time to prepare yourself before he pulled out for a moment. You had a feeling he was switching out the condom. Then, not moments later, he was slamming back into you. A loud cry ripped from your throat and you saw stars for a moment as the world spun around you. It didn't really hurt perse, but you were also too far lost in bliss to even really notice. It would definitely hurt tomorrow.

He pistoned his hips, fucking you hard and rough. Your legs were starting to tingle and go numb. Your nails were now digging into his biceps, dragging down before your hands dropped to your sides as you just didn't have the energy.

You were suddenly very glad he remembered to put the blankets down or you would be suffering right now with how roughly he was pummeling you into the blankets and pillows. It provided a surprising amount of comfort. He must've brought the good blankets - which meant he had planned on absolutely ravaging you from the start.

Your eyes were glued to the back of your head at this point, body limp, and you were pretty sure you were drooling but you were too out of it to really gather your surroundings or yourself for that matter. Nothing more than his cocksleeve.

This round didn’t last as long as Killer's hips stilled once more as he reached his peak, you'd done the same right along with him, your two bodies in such sync with each other.

Killer let your legs down and you whined slightly as you felt him move inside of you because of it. Fuck, everything was so sensitive right now. He moved, keeping himself inside of you for now as he laid on the blankets, pulling you onto his chest. You were trying hard to to be riled up as he moved around.

You just laid against him, eyes closed as you tried to stop the world from spinning. You felt like you were floating on clouds, your body still buzzing - heart pounding in your ears so loudly.

Slowly, the feeling was beginning to come back to your limbs and you were able to move. You slowly lifted yourself from Killer’s chest, looking at him with a lazy smile, still unable to fully open your eyes.

“How you holdin’ up there?” he asked you, his voice gruff. You only hummed in response, not too sure if you could form any words let alone a sentence. You kissed him softly, before resting your foreheads together.

A grin slowly spread across his face. “Good.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Cause I plan on using you all night.”

Your eyes widened at him, your heart racing again with excitement again. That’s all it took for your body to get hot all over again. Damn, you really loved this man.

“Fine by me,” you said, voice raw and hoarse, kissing him hard once more. You knew your voice was only going to get worse or disappear completely. It was going to be a long night.

#i wrote the bulk of this at work while slammered ayeo #but what else is new #i cant believe im closing everyday for the forseeable future fml #but those paychecks finna be sexy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #killer #killer x you #killer op #am fics #smut piece

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reposting this one because I miss GROAR even if I don't really like how I drew Law in it and it's with old Osha design

urghhhhh I wish they were more than 24h in a day because I wanna draw Kid, Killer, Law & Osha babysitting the triplets again SO MUCH

a lot inspired by this old anon suggestion

#redbomb family #redbomb triplets #buggy the clown #one piece #one piece au #band au #modern au #heart pirates #bepo #trafalgar law #eustass kid #killer one piece #G.R.O.A.R #berwarld osha #osha the bear

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I like this 🌸🌷✨✨✨

My art!

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#one piece #eustass kid #trafalgar law #luffy #killer one piece #anime #art #artists on tumblr #digital artist #illustration

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#one piece #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #kid pirates #my art

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All the Killers and Kids that I have so far.

#one piece #one piece treasure cruise #Killer #Eustass Kid #Kid #kid pirates #killer one piece #kid one piece #op killer #op kid

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#one piece #geese art #trafalgar law #luffy #killer one piece #eustass kid

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peak romance

#i love that theres like no captain and his right hand man on one piece that are not insane about each other. truly. beautiful #kidkiller #one piece #one piece ep 987 #eustass kid #killer one piece #wano #mine #gif:op anime #im not normal about them

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I dropped everything else I was doing to finish this for penguin’s birthday

#one piece #kilguin #penguin one piece #killer one piece #shachi one piece #happy birthday penguin lmaooooo

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Collection of my One Piece Minks/ furries I forgot to share here.

#one piece #worst generation #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d water law #eustass kid #roronoa zoro #killer one piece #jewelry bonney #x drake #scratchmen apoo #capone bege #marshall d. teach #basil hawkins #urouge #marines one piece #shanks #buggy the clown

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 14 - Alone, Together - Part 2

Island antics continue. It's time, Killer stans 😏

WC: ~5.5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

Two chapters today because I am a benevolent god

Days 3 - 5

By day four a routine had settled in place. Killer would wake up first, put his mask back on, and get a fire going. You'd eat the leftover dried boar, then you'd head to the stream to get water, holding it in a large leaf and using your devil fruit to boil and cool it, dysentery was not the vibe. On day three you had successfully woven a fishing trap out of vines and dried grasses, and you set it in the stream, weighed down by stones. It caught a couple of fish, but not enough to entirely satisfy your hunger. You'd gathered some fruit, but there weren't many on the island that either of you recognised and you'd both rather not spend your time on the island shitting your guts out by eating something dodgy. Killer had spent his time tracking down some bamboo and using broken rocks to break it down, breaking it into smaller sections so he could transport water back to the cave. It was easier as well for you to disinfect the water inside the bamboo, many a leaf had been accidentally set fire previously, resulting in several near misses with boiling water. It rained on and off, but thankfully there hadn't been any more harsh storms yet. They were expected though, so the two of you had built somewhat of a lean-to against the cave, in case the rain decided to go horizontal.

In the evenings it had become normal for you to cuddle up against Killer to sleep. Neither of you talked about it, it was just necessary for your survival, given you were still somewhat skin and bones. That's what he told himself anyway every night, when you gave him butterflies by intertwining your fingers and holding them over your heart. He slept without his mask, and out of respect you slept facing away from him. It was always back on before you woke.

Day 6

The air was hot and humid today, and the two of you were sweating bullets. Killer hadn't built a fire this morning, it was too hot anyway. You went to the stream early, desperate to cool off. You'd immediately stripped to your panties and jumped in the second you arrived, and Killer followed suit, more uncomfortable with the scorching heat than the idea of being mostly undressed around you. You both sighed in relief as the cold fresh water enveloped your bodies, washing away the thick layer of sweat. You wished you could float around on your back, but given your devil fruit the best you could do was lay in the shallows. Killer sat in the deeper middle of the stream, trying to avoid looking at your tits which seemed to be trying to float away. Perhaps devil fruits did not affect the breasts, or maybe they just hadn't got the memo.

“Let me wash your hair,” you suggested, bored now that you'd cooled down.

“No”

“But it's all tangled and full of leaves!” You pouted, “come onnnn Kil, I know how much you love your hair. I'll sit behind you and you can take your mask off, you know I won't peek”

He grumbled but you were right, not being able to wash or brush his hair was starting to piss him off, and he couldn't get all the crap out of it on his own without a decent stream of water. “Fine,” he conceded. You squealed gleefully and waded over to him, sitting behind him and starting to pull the twigs and leaves out of his hair while he removed his mask. You carefully finger combed his long blond locks, being a finger comb professional from your time locked up, scissoring your fingers to loosen the tangles. It took a long time, but when you felt his hair was as tidy as you could manage you used one of the bamboo segments to pour water on his head, massaging his scalp to work the sand and salt out of it. He couldn't deny that it felt good, he couldn't remember the last time someone had massaged his head or even threaded their fingers through his hair. It felt almost domestic as you worked your way from top to bottom. When you were done you plaited it into one thick braid to keep it from tangling, and tied it off with a small piece of vine.

You were finished but he stayed where he was for a while longer, and you rested your head against his back. If someone had asked either of you what you were doing, you would have given the excuse that you were just avoiding getting out of the cold water, but it wouldn't be the truth, both enjoying the subtle intimacy of sitting close while the stream quietly trickled by.

The fish trap was empty today, so you returned to camp empty handed. Killer had intended on hunting, but a scan of the area with your devil fruit found that the wild pigs had become aware of the two of you and cleared out, and he didn't have the energy to walk far enough to reach them in this heat.

Finally the temperature dropped as the sun started setting, a blessed rain beginning to fall and cool the air around you as you both settled in to sleep.

You rested your back against a tree, you simply couldn't take it anymore, your thighs rubbing together in wanton need. Seeing him almost naked and serene in the stream, playing with his hair while he unknowingly hummed to himself, smelling his musk and feeling his warm arms around you every night. It was too much, you couldn't hold off any longer. You slipped your hand into your panties, holding the tree for support as you circled your clit and bit back moans.

You didn't hear the silent footsteps as they approached, lost in your bliss, and almost screamed as he appeared beside you, replacing your hand with his own. “Let me help you,” he whispered in his usual baritone, his voice coming out more sultry than usual, his breath hot against your neck. He wasn't wearing his mask, and he pressed wet kisses against your jaw as he slid a finger inside you, your legs spreading instinctually for him, craving him. You turned your head to meet him and he answered with a hungry kiss, delving his tongue deep inside your mouth to fight yours.

“Killer~” you whispered.

“I want you so bad,” he whispered back, “you make me fucking crazy”

He pumped you a few more times before turning you around to press your front against the tree. He slid your panties down and pulled his pants away from his straining erection, hiking up your nightie and pressing his cock against your hot wet centre. It slid against your folds and your silk coated his eager cock. “I've waited so long to do this,” he groaned as he slid inside you, filling you completely with his thick length.

Your legs shook as he thrust into you, a pleasant fire spreading through your abdomen with every pump as he took you with a desperate need, just as hungry for you as you were for him.

“Killer, fuck I'm- I'm gonna-”

You woke up panting, spooking Killer who was laying behind you. Unknowingly you had already woken him earlier, your soft whimpers in your sleep making him think you were having a nightmare, before you quietly moaned his name and his eyes had widened. He didn't mean to keep listening, but his cock insisted he did. Your firm grip on his hand and the way you'd unconsciously ground your ass against him in your sleep hadn't helped the situation either.

It was obvious as soon as you came to your senses that he was awake, his breathing was heavier than it should be and you could feel his obvious erection against your ass. You whimpered as you pushed back against him, eliciting a small warning growl from him. You couldn't help it, you were so fucking horny and he was so close to pressing right where you wanted him.

You moved his hand, placing it over your mound, a clear plea for him to touch you. “No,” he told you sternly, attempting to pull it away. You held it firmly, insisting with another whimper.

“Please Kil”

“I can't. We can't”

“Why? I want you, and I know you want me”

“I'm no good for you,” he sighed, “we can't cross that line”

“Can't we just pretend? Just for now,” you asked sadly, “can't I just for once in my miserable life feel what it's like to be wanted?”

His stance faulted as he heard the deep pang of loneliness in your voice. “Turn around,” he sighed.

You were hesitant, but did so anyway, your eyes firmly shut. “You can… look…” he whispered, like he was trying to convince himself as well. You opened just one eye at first, then both, eyes wide as you took in his sharp blue eyes and his handsome features. His lips had a deep cupid's bow and looked stained, like they were usually painted purple and years of lipstick had left a permanent tint. His eyes were framed by thick lashes, and his messily cut bangs fell to his eyebrows. By any account he would be considered beautiful. You let out a soft gasp and stroked his cheek carefully, entirely in disbelief that you were looking at his real face and that this is what he looked like.

“Kil…” you whispered, your eyes flicking between his eyes and his lips.

“Just till we leave the island, okay?” He insisted, “I mean it, I'm no good for you, we're done when we leave here”

You gave him a small nod and he pulled you a little closer, rubbing his nose against yours tenderly before closing his eyes and pressing a soft experimental kiss against your mouth. You moaned softly and wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your hands through his hair. You both felt the sudden spark of need and he tilted his head to kiss you deeper, slipping his tongue in your mouth and groaning as you immediately pressed yours against it. He hadn't kissed in years so he was rusty, but you didn't mind, overcome by a desperate desire to taste and feel him.

You draped your leg over his, opening yourself to him, and this time he didn't need the encouragement to run his hand down your front, tugging on your nightie and sliding his hand under the waistband of your panties. You let out a harsh breath as his fingers made first contact with your clit, and he grunted into your mouth at how wet you already were for him, it must have been a very nice dream. You mirrored him, palming him first over his pants before teasing your fingers under the top of his sweatpants and underwear. He groaned as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock, stroking it with an even, firm pressure, focusing on the base. For a moment you both had to stop kissing, your faces pressed into each other's shoulders as you panted at each other's groping.

Suddenly overcome with the need for more, you removed your hand from his pants and pressed both of them against his chest, forcing him onto his back. His hands left your panties only momentarily to pull them off, before you straddled him and he slid a finger deep inside you. Your head fell to his chest in a deep groan and he added a second, pumping you firmly while you kissed and nipped at his neck, tasting his sweat and feeling his fast pulse just under the skin. You pushed his shirt up, forcing him to remove his hand again so he could remove it, before he helped you remove your nightie. You kissed down his bare chest, kitten licking his well defined muscles and breezing your tongue over his nipples as you made your way to his centre. As you got closer you pulled at his pants, bringing them down so you were both naked in the quiet cave, your skin bare against the makeshift mattress beneath you. The dry leaves scratched your skin, but you were both so lost in the heat and arousal that neither paid it any mind.

You enthusiastically took his erection in your hand and ran your tongue up the underside, then twirled it around the head, lapping at the leaking precum. He tried to bite back moans but couldn't help himself when he looked down to find you watching his face keenly, keeping eye contact with him as his cock disappeared into your mouth. It was clear to him immediately that you enjoyed giving, making little moans and whimpers around him as his thick cock stretched your lips to their limit and both of your hands wrapped around the base.

You were impatient though, your pussy clenching around nothing as you thought about how much you wanted him inside you, so you let him go with a pop and crawled back up his body. He shivered as he saw how dark and hungry your eyes were. You straddled him and grinded your bare, wet cunt against his length, and he pulled you down for a desperate kiss.

“Are you sure that's what you want?” He mumbled between heavy breaths.

“More than anything,” you replied, sucking on his neck.

“Let me take care of you then,” he said softly, sliding one hand around your waist and the other around your shoulders, gently tilting you so you lay on your back underneath him. Your legs spread wide open for him, soft whimpers escaping you as your hips raised to try and meet him. “Shh,” he kissed your whimpers away, lining himself up. You moaned quietly as his fat tip pressed against your eager entrance. “If you want to stop just tell me okay?”

You nodded and held his shoulders for support, and he kept eye contact with you as he slid inside, scanning your face for any signs of pain. You were too distracted by his beautiful, unfamiliar face and the delicious fullness to feel pain, your pussy giving way immediately like you were made for him. He grunted as he bottomed out, and you let out a harsh breath.

“You okay?” He asked softly, doing his best to hold back from immediately slamming into you at his normal pace. He was completely sunk into you, held so tight by your hot walls, he thought he might die then and there.

“Kil, please~” you whined, trying desperately to move your hips. He groaned at the friction and took the hint. It wasn't lost on him that this was your first real time, so he pumped you slow and deep, letting you just enjoy the feeling of being filled by someone who truly cared for you. Your eyes stayed locked together as he made love to you, your eyes swimming with devotion and adoration as he pushed a stray strand of lilac hair from your face and kissed you deeply.

Your legs wrapped around him, your heels pressing against his ass to encourage him to move faster. He was eager to give your the same rough fuck that he enjoyed with every other woman, but you were special. There was something intense and intimate about being with you, like nothing he'd ever felt before. He was savouring the slow, satisfying pull of your walls on him, increasing his pace only slightly out of unified desperation for more. Your moans synced with his grunts, every heavy thrust making you whine and claw at his back as he moved faster still, chasing your high and his own.

He knew you were close when your nails sunk into his back, leaving deep half moon indents, and your pussy clenched around him. He pumped you harder, forcing you to let go of your coil, and the leaves below you grew wet with your release as you came hard, calling his name like he was the god you worshipped. His name on your sweet lips pulled him over the edge and he released deep inside you, trying his best to keep moving despite how oversensitive he was now, trying to work you through your orgasm til you were sated.

Finally your grip on him loosened, and he helped you carefully lay flat against the leaves again. “Don't pull out yet, please…” you whimpered, holding him close. Years of being used and immediately abandoned weighed heavily on your mind, and he could see that anxiety in your eyes. He rested his weight against you, his head buried in your shoulder, while your fingers massaged his scalp lovingly. You stayed like that for a while, just listening to each other's breaths and enjoying still being connected. He'd never bothered to cockwarm with any of the one night stands he'd had, but right now he felt like a missing puzzle piece inside you, and it felt right, even if it was just to ease your mind.

“I need to pull out now Yin,” he sighed after an age of quiet cuddling, not wanting to remove his soft cock from you either, but his muscles were cramping from trying not to crush you. He slid out slowly, and you whined at the emptiness.

He laid on his side as he usually did to sleep, not bothering to put his clothes back on. The night was fairly warm, he could do without. He pulled you tight against his chest, and you enjoyed the freedom of being able to face him for once as you nuzzled into him, feeling entirely satisfied and fulfilled.

Day 7

The next day when you woke up you were surprised to find Killer still without his mask. He hadn't gotten up before you as he usually would either, instead still laying beside you, counting the small freckles on your face while you slept. Your eyes fluttered open and found his blue ones staring directly at you, and you smiled and kissed him softly, sighing into his mouth as you wrapped around him.

“You're so beautiful,” you sighed, running a tender thumb over his cheek, “I don't understand why you wear the mask”

“I don't like my smile,” he replied sadly.

“Oh,” you ran a finger over his lips, “every smile is beautiful though, Killer, they're a mark of our joy. We should never take that for granted”

He stung his heart to remember that you had probably gone years without smiling, and he felt stupid for hiding his for superficial reasons while you had been suffering. “Is that why you suppress your laugh as well? Sorry, I don't mean to pry, I just want to know you”

“It's an ugly laugh,” he confessed.

“Well, I hope you'll let me hear it some day,” you pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, “I understand though, I have things I hide too. Did you know my visor doesn't need to be tinted like that?”

“Oh?” the admission surprised him.

“I didn't see my eyes affected by the fruit properly till the first mask prototype, and when I looked in the mirror and saw them I ripped it off immediately,” you explained, “I refused to wear it again till they did something to cover them. They're awful”

“I think they're cool,” he mused. It was the truth, since the first time he'd seen them he'd associated them with your bloodlust and raw power, the same things that turned him on that day in the jail cell. Though he could see how a normal person wouldn't make the same association. “And not to be cliché but the pink looks nice with your purple hair”

“Thanks Kil,” you cuddled in to his chest, “most people just say they're gross”

“They're unique to you,” he mused, “and they look like that because you have an incredible power. You should flaunt it”

“Mmm, maybe one day,” you mumbled in to his chest, “maybe when you stop hiding too”

“Guess we'll just have to stay hidden together then,” he cooed.

“Mmm”

It was warm again today, the humidity made worse by the short rainstorm last night, so naturally you both headed to the stream again. Killer carried his mask with him, just in case, but didn't put it back on. His other hand held yours as they walked in comfortable silence, fingers intertwined.

He had no problem being naked in front of you today, the dam had already broken, so for this short while he'd allow himself to let down his guard and enjoy his time with you, before you were both forced back to reality. Today he washed your hair, sitting in the shallows while you laid your head in his lap. He was sure you fell asleep for a while but it was fine, you looked so content and serene as he worked the tangles out of your hair and plaited it like you'd done for him. He admired his own braid while you snoozed in his lap, pulling it to his front and running his hand over it. It was a tender reminder of how much you cared. He hadn't asked you to braid it, but you knew his hair was precious to him so you'd done it to help keep it free of tangles and protect it. It was a small thing, but it gave him butterflies anyway.

“Your smile is pretty, Killer,” you whispered softly. He hadn't even noticed your eyes opening as he'd been musing over his braid, smiling to himself. The smile was replaced with surprise and embarrassment, his cheeks immediately going pink. You faltered at the sudden change in expression and sat up, climbing into his lap to kneel either side of his legs and holding his face gently in your hands. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything,” you kissed the corners of his mouth, “I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable baby”

You ran your hand down his braid and admired it, his hair was thick so the braid was decently wide. “I wish my hair grew as thick and lovely as yours”

“That's not the only thick, lovely thing I have,” he smirked, pushing up against you as he pressed your hips down to meet him. You yelped at first at the sudden jostling but started to giggle as you understood the joke.

“I'm well aware!” You laughed, making yourself more comfortable straddling him, letting your ass rest against his thighs.

“You didn't make me uncomfortable,” he said, turning more tender now and kissing along your jaw, then down your neck, “I just wasn't expecting it. I thought you were asleep”

“Mmm, I was,” you purred, tilting your head away from him to give him more access to your neck, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and scratching his scalp pleasantly. It was easy to tell he hadn't had his head touched in a long time and clearly enjoyed it when you did it. “You make a very comfy pillow”

“Five star accommodations,” he smiled in to your neck and sucked a little harder, making you whine and roll your hips against him, “I appreciate the honest review”

“Kil~” you mumbled as his hands found your hips again and encouraged your to roll against his growing erection, “ahh, fuck~”

“You're so wet already,” he mused, feeling the difference in friction as your slick core rubbed against him, “so wet for me, such a good girl”

You whined at his praises and your hips rolled with careful movements to try and catch his tip, pushing down on to him to bully his cock inside your tight pussy. You were underprepared but you wanted him so bad, and you whimpered at the almost painful stretch as you adjusted.

“Hnng, Yin, fuck,” he mumbled in to your neck, “good girl~”

You whined and started to raise yourself on his length, rolling your hips to slide him in and out of you, and it was quickly clicking with him that it was his praise that was making you so impatient. “You like being praised, baby?” He purred, supporting your hips to aid your movements, “you like it when I call you a good girl?”

“Mmm,” you moane, “y-yes”

He pulled your face close so his mouth was at your ear, a new fire sparked knowing the control he had over you now. “Be a good girl for me and bend over a rock sweetheart,” he purred.

You did as you were told immediately, standing and letting his hard cock slip out of you, and bending over one of the large stones at the water's edge. You presented your ass eagerly for him, and he admired your exposed pussy for a moment before grabbing your hips and slamming back into you. You yelped as his heavy thrusts pushed you against the stone, holding it for support as he fucked you considerably harder than yesterday. Your eyes were practically rolling back in your head as the new angle filled you deliciously and left his heavy length pressing hard against your sensitive g-spot.

“Such a good girl for me,” he growled as he thrusted into you, “so tight and wet for me, you take me so well princess”

The nickname made you sparkle and you moaned deep, reaching back to grab his thighs and sink your nails in as he fucked you, “good girl, just like that, hold on tight princess”

He reached his hand around and played with your clit, the other hand groping your tits as he pulled you up to stand flush against him. You moaned unabashedly and he grunted in your ear, every hard thrust making your coils pull tighter.

“Let go sweetheart, cum for me princess,” he moaned, dangerously close to his own climax but not wanting to let himself finish till you'd gotten yours. You screamed as you came hard, the combination of penetration and clit stimulation driving you insane as you shook, Killer groaning deeply and cumming hard inside you at the same time.

You both slumped forward and rested against the rock till he finally pulled out, sitting in the shallow water next to you and pulling you down to sit across his lap. He scattered kisses over your cheeks and nose and forehead and it made you erupt in giggles.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” you sighed as the kiss attack finally came to an end.

“I know,” he pressed his nose into the top of your head and inhaled your sweet scent, “but this could never work between us, back on the ship”

You sighed sadly and curled up against him. “I don't understand why”

“I'm no good for you, like that,” he explained, “I'm too fucked up. And Kid is always going to be my priority, you deserve someone who can put you first”

“It's not fair,” you mumbled.

“I know, life hasn't ever been fair to you,” he sighed, “but I'll still be around. It's not like I'm disappearing forever. We just can't be… this”

“I know,” you whispered, “I just wish things were different”

“So do I,” he sighed.

Day 12

The next four days passed with a new routine. Killer never put his mask back on, and the monotonous dragging of the day was broken up by love making, clinging to what little time you had left together. On day eight Killer had set out to hunt a little further away, bringing back a large boar that had fed you both well, the dried remains and miscellaneous fruits seeing you through the following days.

Killer had ventured out again today, hoping this was the last time he'd need to hunt. It had already been longer than he thought, and you were both growing anxious. His wandering found him at the shore, somewhere he hadn't ventured since first sinking into the jungle, and he scanned the horizon quickly with a hopeful eye.

It was so small in the distance, he almost missed it. He shielded his eyes from the sun to get a better look. Sure enough, he hadn't mistaken it. It was a ship, no doubt, and while it was too far to make out the jolly roger he swore he saw a flash of red on the sail. He let himself laugh properly for once, relief washing over him that rescue was finally imminent.

He turned tail and sprinted through the jungle, abandoning his spear; he had no need for it now. You had been gathering firewood and stopped in your tracks as you heard his quick approach, wondering at first if a boar was about to attack you before spotting his wild blond hair trailing behind him in the fresh braid you'd put it in this morning.

“They're here!” He shouted, scooping you up and spinning you around in the air, “we're going home!”

You smiled at his unabashed joy but there was a hint of sadness to your expression. Of course you wanted off this island, you wanted real food and a soft bed and a hot shower and you dearly missed Heat. But the ship arriving meant it was time to give up the game you'd been playing. He picked up his helmet to put it on, noticing how you were frozen where he'd put you down, a small frown on your face.

“Yin..” he said softly.

“It's okay Kil, it was always going to end eventually, right?” You forced a smile for him, “let's just go home.” You set off in the direction he'd come from, not daring to look at him, at risk of crying if you did.

He followed behind you somberly, not putting his mask on just yet as he tried to find the words to comfort you. This hurt was his own doing, and he couldn't deny that he was hurting too. The last week had made him realise just how deep his feelings for you ran, but at the end of the day he was still the same scared, insecure man he always had been once he stepped foot back on the ship, and he knew couldn't open up properly to you. You didn't deserve that, you deserved someone who could give you everything, the whole world on a silver platter. He couldn't give that to you. Still, he felt like his heart was shattering, watching you walk towards the ship, your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Yin, stop,” he begged, grabbing your wrist delicately. You stopped walking but turned away as he tried to stand in front of you. Your eyes were pricking with tears and it made his heart sting to know it was because of him. He held your cheek gently, forcing you to look at him, before pressing a hard kiss to your lips. He felt your wet tears as they streamed down your face and caught on your lips as he held you there, before finally letting go and pressing his forehead against yours. “I'm sorry Yin, I'm so sorry I can't be what you need”

“It's okay Kil,” you sniffed, pushing him away and forcing another smile for him, “in another life, aye?”

You kept moving and he followed behind you, there was nothing more he could say or do to fix your broken heart now, or his.

You didn't have to spend long sitting in awkward silence on the beach before the Victoria Punk was close enough to drop a small dingy, with Kid, Heat and Wire rowing it to close the rest of the distance to the shore. The two of you met them at the edge of the water, Wire holding the boat in place so the waves couldn't steal it while Kid wrapped his arms around Killer, and Heat enveloped you in an almost crushing hug that lifted you off the ground with a small squeak. He threw you over his shoulder to carry you back to the dingy, “I'm not letting you out of my sight again young lady,” he laughed, giving your ass a small playful smack.

“What the fuck took you so long?” Killer grumbled as Kid finally let him go.

“Main mast came down in the storm,” Kid grumbled, “took the lazy cunts ages to repair it”

“Anyone else go overboard?” He asked.

“Nah, just you two dumbasses,” he laughed, smacking Killer on the back, “come on, we're having a feast tonight, you two look like fucking twigs”

“I was already a twig, thank you very much,” you poked your tongue out at Kid and he smacked you on the head with a flat hand. It was just as well your injury had all this time to heal.

“Yeah and we're still gonna fatten you up eventually,” he roared as he jumped into the dingy, “let's get the fuck out of here, you two smell like shit”

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