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sophiereynolds06 · 2 years

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Hi omg this is my first smut 😅 okay so i LOVE the one of us is lying series ( books are better!) and absolutely love bronwyn and Nate together ❤️❤️❤️

And there should be more smut in it so I decided to take things into my own hands and get creative

Warnings: uhhhh :blowjob , eating out, nearly getting caught: I’m not really sure what to write but 18+ please 🙏

Do you think I’m boring?” Bronwyn asks Nate as they’re curled up together on the couch in her media room watching Harry Potter. A thin blanket wrapped around them.

“Never.” Nate replies, looking down at the curly dark haired girl resting against him. She did this often. Asked him random questions at random moments. One time she asked him about his favourite icecream flavour (Pistachio) as he was cleaning out Stan’s cage. This caused him to not have a taste of icecream for a month. Just yesterday she had cornered him in the corridor as he approached his locked, and demanded to know if he liked chocolate milkshakes, and then got sad and sulked to class when he said that he didn’t. However, as random as her questions were, he loved to answer them. He loved the expressions she made when he replied. How her face would physically lift, how her cheeks would glow, and how her glasses almost always fell off of her nose. He just loved her.

“No, I mean- you know…. In the bedroom department?”

The question seemed so obscene and caused Nate to laugh a little.

“What?” His laugh causes Bronwyn to get that look on her face, and makes Nate realise that she’s 100% serious.

“Of course not.” Nate responds, managing to regain some of his composure. “Why would you think that?”

Nate was so in love with Bronwyn, he could hardly believe it sometimes. It was like he was falling, floating, flying all at once. Even though that hasn’t had sex much, all the times they did Nate felt like he was in heaven. Sure, he’d had sex a tone of times in the past, but for the first time he genuinely loved the girl he was with. Knowing that he felt like this about her, and that she had expressed that she felt the same way, added a few levels of intensity that scared him, yet also thrilled him at the same time.

So the fact that she was sitting here with her knees in his lap whilst wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of athletic shorts, asking if she was enough for him, was crazy. It’s not like Nate hadn’t had sex on his mind for the past two hours since she opened the door when he arrived.

“I just….I just don’t want you to get bored because I’m not that experienced and we’ve only ever done…y’a know…normal stuff. Nothing adventurous or anything.” She says. Bronwyn was being serious. She knew that Nate had been with other girls in the past, and had heard tales about how risque his nights were. While she had loved every second of their sexual encounters so far, she knew that Nate was holding back on her because she was still a virgin when they had gotten together.

“Bronwyn,” Nate says, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her onto his lap, making sure that her eyes made direct contact with his. “I’m not bored. Not in the slightest. I love you. I love having sex with you.” He says, staring deeply into her eyes, emphasising the second love.

“I know that, it’s just….we’ve only been actually sleeping over her for a few months now, and I’m scared that after a while you’ll get bored. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to try different things…..”

“Do you? Want to try different things, I mean?”

“Yeah, I guess. Well, I like the sex we’re having-“

“Me too.” I accidentally cut her off. She looks up at me with a red tint on her cheeks. I can tell she’s embarrassed that I cut her off. “Continue. Please Bronwyn.”

“Okay so…Like I said I do enjoy the sex we’re having, but I want to try something more risqué.” She blushes.

“We’ll I’m perfectly fine with doing some things differently, however that’s only up to you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to rush into things.” Nate says honestly, because it’s the truth. He loves Bronwyn. More than he's ever loved anyone else. And at one point it did scare him, but now, after spending so much time with her, growing with her, he’s not afraid anymore.

“I’m not rushing Nate. I want to try things.”

“Okay. Then we can. Any ideas on what you want to do?” Nate asked curiously.

“Actually, I do.“ She says confidently as she climbs into his lap. “Ever since we’ve been together, ever since the whole ‘Simon incident’, there was always a sense of unfamiliarity between us and our relationship. There was also a sense of danger too. And the thrill of, well, being caught.”

“Okay, so you want….what exactly?”

“I want us to have sex. Right here. Right now.”

Bronwyn says this so confidently that Nate chokes on his own breath. She had always been straight forward, and had initiated pretty much most of the times they’d had sex, yet this time Nate was shocked. A good kind of shock. He could see in her eyes that she was serious.

“Wow…um…okay. Did not expect that.” He manages to say.

“Is it a bad idea! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget about it.” She stutters blushing as she climbs off of Nate’s lap.

“No!” He practically yells as he grabs her thighs and pulls her back on her lap. “I want to. Believe me. I was just shocked that you’d be so,” He tries to think of the right word to describe her, but nothing comes to mind.

“Straightforward?” She suggests.

“No. So sexy.” Nate replies as he kisses her deep. Bronwyn opens her mouth accepting his tongue, and moans when it meets hers.

She throws the blanket on the floor and wraps her arms around Nate. He goes immediately to her hips and he grabs them tight. Bronwyn moves her hips to slowly grind against him, and his hands guide her into the perfect rhythm.

Nate’s hands move up to grab the bottom of her shirt, and pull it over her head. Their kiss breaks and Bronwyn whimpers, moving her mouth back to his the second the shirt is over her head. Nate chuckles at her desperation and gladly takes her lips again.

He moves them both, laying her back onto the couch, him hovering over her. His tongue battles with hers as he pulls down her shorts and panties. Nate breaks the kiss and looks into Bronwyn’s eyes.

“Is this okay?” He asks, yet it comes out as more of a growl.

“Yes.” Bronwyn lightly whimpers against his lips.

Nate’s tongue slips into her mouth as two of his fingers push through her folds. He’s met with a satisfying moan as he moves his hands and inserts another.

‘That’s three. I’ve only ever been able to put two in before she felt uncomfortable.’ He thinks.

Nate breaks the kiss and moves his lips to her neck, leaving small love bites trailing from below her left ear to above her right breast.

“Mmm…Nate.” Bronwyn moans into his hair as she grabs his head with her hands and pulls him up to meet her face.

“Yes, Milady”

“Can…can you?” She manages to let out in between her moans.

Nate can tell by the desperation in her voice what she needs. Not because of his past with other women, but the fact that his and hers relationship is very open.

He moves the hand that’s placed on her right thigh and hovers his thumb over her clit, and then rubs it in the exact circular motion that he knows she likes.

Their lips moved in sync and the kiss got sloppier within every second. Nate continued kissing below her collarbone, picking up the pace as the moans gradually became louder. Bronwym allowed herself to lose control, throwing her head back constantly. Nate glanced up to meet her eyes, giving her a simple smirk.

“Is three fingers wearing you out yet Milady?” He chuckled softly whilst being captivated by the way she reacted to his touch.

“No.” She moans. “ But could you please use your… tongue.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

He moves his fingers from inside her and lowers his head to meet her wet pussy. He runs his nose against her clit, and takes her in for a second, before pushing his tongue into her.

Bronwyn’s body feels hot as he eats her out. One of her hands goes to his hair and the other to her bra, where she moves her hand under and cups her left boob. She plays with her nipple; pinching and squeezing it as Nate’s tongue goes deeper. Her legs begin to move around the couch, and Nate has to grab her to make this easier for the both of them. He can practically feel her toes curl up as her breath gets heavier. He looks up and sees what she’s going to herself. The sight of her touching herself the way that he would. The sound of her calling out his name made him glad that the room was soundproof. His jeans tighten around his clearly hardened dick.

He was obsessed with the way she would struggle to focus as he rubbed the inside of her thigh with one hand, and her clit with the other. A hot sensation welled up inside Bronwyn as she could feel herself about to climax again. About to. Yet a certain interruption spoiled it.

“I’ll be one minute Anna. I think I left my phone in the media room.” A deep voice came from just upstairs.

Shit. Both Nate and Bronwyn thought.

Nate removes his mouth from Bronwyn and scrambles to gather her clothes from the floor. They both see the newly turned on light from the hallway seeping through the bottom of the room door. Bronwyn’s shorts and panties are in Nate’s hands, whilst her shirt has just been put back on. For a second, he’s glad that all of his clothes are still on.

“The blanket!” Bronwyn harshly whispers.

Nate, immediately understanding what she means, grabs the blanket from the floor. He pulls his half naked girlfriend into his lap, and wraps the blanket around her, covering her legs whilst shoving the remainder of her clothes into her still naked lap underneath the blanket. Just a second later, the door opens.

“Ahh, you’re still here Nathaniel?” Mr Rojas states, glaring at the flustered boy. It’s still clear to everyone (except Bronwyn) that Xavier Rojas isn’t a fan of his daughter's boyfriend. Infact, some would say he’d be the kind of dad who would lie about misplacing his phone just so he could come and check on them.

“Yes Sir. I didn’t realise that I was supposed to leave at a specific time. I don’t believe it is a school night.” Nate replies, earning a smirk from Bronwyn.

“Not at all. I just assumed you’d have left by now. Anyways, my phone doesn’t appear to be here so I’ll be off. Buenas noches querida”

“Buenas noches papá.”

Mr Rojas glances at Nate one last time before he shuts the door and proceeds back up the stairs, turning the light out with him.

It takes about three seconds before both Bronwyn and Nate start laughing.

“Oh. My-”

“God!” Nate finishes. Bronwyn laughs a bit more and lays her head back against his chest.

“I can’t believe my dad nearly caught you eating me out!” She exclaimed between giggles.

“Tell me about it. I think my heart stopped for a second.”

“Same.”

“We’ll, I mean, we did technically accomplish what you wanted to, right?” Nate looks down at her, raising his eyebrows.

Bronwyn nods her head. “Yeah. We did. Technically.”

“Technically?”

She moves off of his lap and stands up, putting her clothes back on, much to Nate’s dismay. She then kneels down in front of him and begins to unzip his jeans.

“And what, little miss,” he grabs her chin and pulls her up to meet his face, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Well, right now I’m trying to take your pants of of you so that I can put you in my mouth and return the favour.” She moves away from him slightly, “unless, of course, you don’t want me to?”

“Oh baby, don’t stop.” Nate purrs and Bronwyn smirks, and goes back to undoing his jeans. Nate can feel himself getting harder again, and lifts his hips up slightly so that Bronwyn can successfully pull his pants down to below his knees. Her finger traces the outline of his dick through his boxers, and he guides her hands up to the waistband, signaling that he wants her to take them off.

Her fingers pull down the boxers, and she’s welcomed by Nate’s fully erect penis. She’d seen his dick before, and this wasn’t the first time that she’d given him a blow job, but Bronwyn would be lying if she said that she was never amazed by how amazing Nate’s dick looked. At seven inches, it was the perfect size for Bronwyn’s slender hands to wrap around its base, and she licks his pre-cum. She looked up into Nate’s eyes and when he nodded, she took him into her mouth.

Nate couldn’t believe what was happening. Every time Bronwyn had done this he never could believe it. She was amazing, really. And as she began to move her head up and down, whilst trailing her tongue across his shaft, he felt in heaven. His head rested against the back of the couch, and his eyes felt like they could just roll far back. All of his memories of ever receiving head had gone when Bronwyn had first touched him like this. He’ll admit, their first time wasn’t the best experience wise, but sensually, Nate hadn’t felt more alive. He had begun to zone out, began to float on cloud nine, however was brought back to reality when Bronwyn cupped his balls with her hands. Her head began to weakly bob up and down, so Nate placed his right hand in her hair and helped guide her.

After a few more seconds he felt as if his body was about to erupt.

“Bronwyn… god Babe. I think I’m gonna” But Nate couldn’t finish his sentence as he came into Bronwyn's mouth. She stopped and moved her head away from his dick, and swallowed. She then grabbed him gently and began to lick the rest of his cum right off of his dick. Once she’s finished, she pulls his boxers up to cover his penis, and sits herself down right next to him, smirking with accomplishment.

“So, how was that?” She says, the proudness in her voice.

“That….that was. Yeah. That was.” Nate breaths out. He wants to say more. He wants to say how he thinks that this was the best blow job he'd ever been given. He wants to tell her that he loves her. He wants to tell her that she’s all he needs. But his mind had just been blown. Nate feels like he's a computer. And his mind has just been taken over by the virus that is his girlfriend.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it! I'm also glad that I suggested we do this.”

“Me too babe. Me too.” Nate smiles, looking over at her.

“So,” Bronwyn states, “how about you put your pants back on and we continue this movie date?”

“That sounds like a great idea. Oh, and Bronwyn? If you want to do something different, I’m totally down for having like, a quick fuck in your car in the car park when we go shopping tomorrow. Just saying.”

“Oh. Um. Yeah. Sure. Definitely. Great. Can do.” Bronwyn replies, flustered as Nate just laughs.

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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 3 months

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Kid x Reader x Killer angst to eventual comfort

Based off of my Brain Rot TM here

Writing is my therapy and I experienced a sub-drop last night from audio stuff and didn't really have a Dom, so I had an anxiety/panic attack. ANYWAYS. Be careful out there, and communicate clearly.

TW's: Starts with consensual threesome smut, non-con elements, degradation, rough sex, anxiety attack, suggested sub-drop, GN reader

Notes: I spelled his name 'Kidd' even though I later learned it's 'Kid' so whoops lmao.

WC: ~5.6k

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You were nearly suffocating, but gods you loved it. One thick cock was fucking your cute, dripping hole, and the other cock was being rammed down your throat as you jerked forward from the crude thrusts behind you. One hand was holding you up by your handcuffed wrists, and another held a fistful of your hair to keep your head still. Your eyes rolled back as you gagged again around the cock in your throat, drool dripping obscenely down your chin and onto the mattress you were knelt on.

"What a fucking slut, huh Killer? Gonna stretch this lil hole 'till it's gaping" Kidd growled as he gave a particularly harsh thrust behind you. Killer grunted in agreement.

"Look at 'em. Gagging and crying on your cock because it deserves to cry, to barely be able to breathe as we take our fuckin pleasure. Nothing but holes to me."

Kidd continued to talk, degrading you. His voice was deep and hoarse, belying his pleasure. Your shoulders were aching from being held up for so long, but not enough to use the signal to end things. Kidd's thrusts became harder as he yanked you back against his cock, and you felt something in your shoulder pop. Pain bloomed in your shoulder, and though you knew nothing had torn and nothing was broken, it would be soon.

You tried to snap your fingers a few times, but they were too squished in Kidd's grip. You were beginning to panic, and you tried to speak but could only get out a gurgled moan.

"Stay still, bitch- or do I have to teach you a lesson? Need this hole filled until it's overflowing. Nothing but a fucking pocket pussy to us. Pathetic little thing. Please us or we'll dump you" he growled.

You needed to do something. Anything to get out. You tried turning your head, and only succeeded in scraping your teeth against Killer's dick, and he yanked back with a hiss. His cock was removed fully, and you raspily called out the safe word.

"Red"

Killer paused.

"What did you say?" he sounded concerned.

Kidd only shoved your face into the mattress. Something in your neck and shoulder clicked painfully, and you cried out a little.

"Pocket pussy's don't get to speak" he growled. Killer pushed Kidd from your back roughly.

"Speak" the blond ordered to you.

"Red" you whispered, tears now flowing from your eyes for a different reason.

"Okay okay, we're done. Kidd. We're done." Killer spoke firmly to his partner, who was still slowly thrusting in your sore hole. Kidd scoffed, and brought down a hand harshly on your ass, and you jerked forward, off his dick.

"Pathetic."

Kidd gathered a wad of spit in his mouth before spitting it on your ass as you laid there, shaking and crying.

Killer brought his fist up and slammed it across the redhead's face, knocking him off the bed.

"Get out and go cool off" he ordered. Kidd rammed a fist through the wooden floor, and you flinched, breath becoming erratic. You couldn't move. Your head was fuzzy, and all you knew is that you did something bad. He hurt you, and you were bad. The mattress rocked as Killer pushed off the bed and there was a rustle of cloth.

"Get out!" Killer opened the door, and you heard heavy foot falls before the door was slammed shut and locked. At the slam of the door, you flinched and wrapped your hands around your head, curling into the fetal position. Your fists gripped your hair, pulling at it and scratching at the scalp. Your body tensed with each footstep approaching you.

"Hey, baby" Killer spoke softly in his deep voice. You tensed, readying your body as if to ward off any berating words. You were hyperventilating, tear flowing onto the mattress.

"Can I hold your hand?"

You shook your head, not believing you were worthy of any affection. But you couldn't speak.

A soft, fluffy blanket draped over your naked body, shaking like a leaf in the wind as your chest worked rapidly.

"Kick it off if you get too hot. I'm going to lay down next to you and I'm going to breathe. You're going to do your best to follow, okay? Can you speak?"

You managed to shake your head at his question. You couldn't speak. Your voice wouldn't come out, and you couldn't even get yourself to move enough to open your mouth.

"Okay. Put your hand on your chest so you can follow my breathing."

You whimpered, curling into yourself. Why can't I move? Why am I being so bad. I can't- I can't-.

"Can you move your arm?"

You shook your head, starting to sob harder.

"Hey, hey. Okay. You're here. You're okay. Can I move your hand for you? It'll just rest on my chest and then I'll keep it there."

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to help someone- no, something- like you. Rough, calloused hands gently pried one of your hands away from your hair, and held it. His hand was warm. He moved your hand to his chest, right over his heart. Your shaking hand and body resisted his kindness, but he slowly moved your arm.

"There. Okay? Now I'm going to breathe deeply in.... and out. Can you feel that?" Your arm moved up with the inflation of his lungs, and sank back down with the exhalation. You nodded, hiccupping breaths catching in your throat.

"Okay, now follow me. Ready?" He began breathing in deeply, and you tried to choke down the bucking of your lungs to follow his instructions. I can't be bad. I'll be hurt.

"Good. You're doing so good for me. Keep going."

His hand kept your on his chest, over his heart until you could breathe deeply with him.

"Good job, you did so well. Can I hold you now?"

You nodded, needing to feel protected. He moved quickly to wrap his arms around you, your hand still on his chest as he brought his forehead to yours. At some point, he had removed his helmet.

"Oh sweetie, you did so well saying the safeword. I'm glad you told us."

You began crying and sobbing at his words.

"...i'm sor-r..." you tried to speak, but it burned your throat to do it while crying. Killer pulled your body closer, one hand on the back of your head as he tucked your head under his chin.

"Don't apologize, little one. You did so good. You did everything right. Are you hurt?"

You curled into him, letting yourself cry. Your shoulder still ached, and your neck hurt to move too much. You nodded slightly, your sobs shaking your shoulders as you made a fist against his chest.

"When you feel ready, I need you to show me where, okay?" Killer eased his grip on your body, but stroked your hair as you cried into him. You don't know how much time had passed when your tears finally began to cease.

"...i'm sorry..." you managed to whispered. Killer hummed soothingly in his large chest.

"You're okay sweetie. You did so well. You did everything right" he soothed you. You pulled back from him, and tried to look up at him but flinched as your neck flared in pain. You sucked in air between your teeth as your eyes slammed shut in pain.

"Does your neck hurt?"

You whispered an affirmative.

"Anywhere else?"

"...shoulder" you murmured, eyes squeezed shut. Your body was starting to shake again as you admitted your injuries. Killer's calloused hand trailed lightly over your neck and shoulder.

"Thank you for telling me, hon. Is it muscle pain?" he asked softly. You managed a slight nod.

"Okay. Your muscles have cooled off now so lets run a bath to help with the ache, okay? C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."

You held onto him as he started to rise, and he paused, looking down at you curiously.

"You okay?"

Tears brimmed your eyes again as you spoke.

"You didn't finish. Neither did.. he."

Killer chuckled a little, and cradled your jaw in his hand.

"You're so sweet to worry about that. I'm perfectly fine. So is Kidd."

He looked down at you confidently, and it eased your fears.

"If you need to use me later..." you murmured unthinkingly.

"Hey. No. No. That's not how this works. We love and care about you, and no matter what we say in bed, that will never change. Your boundaries always come first, no matter what. You're hurt from this time, and Kidd went way too far. He's at fault here, and he knows it. You're way more than a thing to us. We love you, as a person. As a being. You're everything to me. To us."

The tears that were brimming fell down your cheeks, and you held your arms out to him.

"I'm sorry" you murmured. He picked you up easily, one arm stabilizing your neck gently and the other scooping you up under your butt. You made a sound at the movement, your hole sensitive and bruised.

"Don't be sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I should've noticed you couldn't signal if you needed to stop" he murmured back. You whined at his apology.

You let him carry you to the connecting bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet as he went to fill the tub.

"Cmon. I know you gotta go. I know you're shy about it so I'm going to turn around and watch the bath while I cover my ears, okay?"

You quickly relieved yourself and patted your poor hole dry from the wetness from earlier. You stood yourself on shaky legs and flushed. Killer turned at your movement, and wrapped you in his arms before you toppled over.

"Let's get in the bath, okay?" you hummed an affirmative, your neck really starting to ache. He stepped into the hot water, easing you down with him. You hissed at the temperature on your abused hole, but quickly moaned in relief. You were more sore than you thought.

"Good, doing so good for me" Killer soothed as you shifted in his lap. He grabbed a nearby wash cloth and dipped it in the water, wringing it out over your neck and injured shoulder. You hummed as the heat soothed the pain a little. You yawned, exhausted from your panic.

"Lemme take care of you. Don't gotta worry 'bout a single thing with me 'round, okay?" a light kiss tickled your temple and you hummed an affirmative, drifting off into a doze as Killer ran the washcloth over your body, cleaning you of your tears and sweat.

You groaned in displeasure as he picked you up from the cooling water and he chuckled a little.

"I know but you'll be warm soon enough"

You huffed at him and in response, he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, drying you off as you sat on the edge of the tub.

"Killer..." you muttered his name, trying to thank him, but another thought struck you instead.

"Hmm?"

"Does he not like me anymore?" tears welled in your eyes again, and you looked down at your boyfriend as he knelt in front of you. He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head gently into his neck.

"That's not it. I don't know why he acted so awful. I know how much he cares about you. He loves you. I love you. Okay?"

You sniffled.

"I love you too" you mumbled. Killer kissed your cheek, and pulled back with his hand cradling your jaw. You leaned in to kiss him on the lips chastely. You pulled back, wincing as the movement made your shoulder and neck hurt.

"Let's get you dressed and into bed. I'll get you some pain medication too."

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, setting your pliant body on the bed. You sat on the edge, staring at the wall and starting to zone out.

Why did he do that? He... He didn't stop. He spat on me and called me pathetic. Killer had to punch him to get him off the bed. Is he okay? What if he had a crash too?

Soft fabric slid against your bare thighs, distracting you from your thoughts. Killer looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes, curious. You noticed he had put sweats on finally.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?"

You sighed.

"What if he also had a... crash?" you asked. Killer sighed, and put the shirt over your head. He guided your arms through the sleeves as he spoke.

"If he did, he would need to be alone. It's how he is" he answered thoughtfully. You hummed, noticing Killer put one of his own old shirts on you.

"Is it weak to need help when I have a-"

"No."

Killer cut you off firmly before you finished. He cupped your cheeks in his large hands, holding your teary gaze.

"You're not weak. You're so strong for telling us to stop when you were in pain and when it was really hard for you to. It's not pathetic, like Kid called you. You are amazing, truly" he kissed your forehead gently, and a single tear slid down your cheek. His thumb wiped it away quickly. You sniffed, bringing the hand of your uninjured side to cover the back of his hand.

"Thank you" you whispered. He smiled softly.

"You're welcome. There's some pain meds and a glass of water on the bedside table, and I know Kid keeps some muscle cream in here somewhere. Let's get your neck and shoulder taken care of, okay?"

You shuffled yourself back painfully towards the head of the bed. You never realized just how much you used your neck and shoulder muscles. Killer met you with the water and pills, and you took them quickly. He took the empty glass and put it on the bedside table before opening a tube of cream he procured while you were choking down the pills. He swept stray hair out of the way and gently massaged the cream into your sore muscles. The cream had a strong menthol smell and had a strange burning yet cooling sensation on the skin.

"Good. That should start to feel better tomorrow" he said, recapping the tube. He wiped his hands off on your discarded towel and helped ease you into the blankets. He went around the room, turning off the lights before crawling into bed next to you, spooning you from behind. He littered kisses on your head and the back of your neck, making you giggle a little.

"Hmmmm there ya are. Go to sleep now. Ya need it" he said gently. You sighed.

"I know... you need to go see if he's okay to stop worrying. But can you wait until I'm asleep?"

His arms tightened around you.

"Of course."

With the promise, you drifted off to sleep quickly, exhausted.

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You woke to the sound of rustling clothes as someone got dressed. You sighed heavily, turning over and immediately regretting your movement. Pain bloomed through your neck and shoulder, making you wince and groan.

"Mornin', sweetie. How ya feelin'?" Killer's gravelly morning voice soothed your annoyance at being in pain so soon after waking up. You hummed in response. You heard his footsteps walk to your side of the bed, and your eyes opened. The sun was shining from behind him, illuminating his hair like an aura around his body. He looked like he was glowing. You smiled at him dreamily.

"You're so pretty" you murmur. Killer let out a scoff but was obviously pleased at your compliment. He leaned over you, one arm holding some of his weight by your side. His lips pressed to your cheek in a dramatic, drawn out kiss that you've only seen him do a few times behind closed doors. Usually it was used to turn Kidd into a blushing, yelling mess. You giggled at the feeling.

"Ya still hurtin?" he asked, looking down at you. He looked concerned, and even hesitant to ask. The memories of last night came flooding back, and your smile died.

"Yeah" you answered eventually. He stood and rummaged around your bedside table.

"Here, lemme put the cream on before you take the pain meds" he said softly. You eased your head to the side so the injury was exposed to Killer's expert fingers. His warm digits were soon smearing and massaging the muscle cream gently into your skin.

"How's... he?" you asked quietly. You weren't sure you wanted to even talk about him before you've had even a coffee, but you still needed to know if he was alright. Killer sighed.

"Hmm. 'bout how'd ya expect. He just about wrecked his workshop last night in a fit but he's about as okay as you'd think this morning."

You closed your eyes at the news, saddened that he was so angry at you.

"'m sorry" you mumbled. Killer's fingers pulled back from your neck, and he gently turned your face towards him.

"He's not mad at you, he's angry at himself. He can't stand the fact that he hurt you, that he let it get to that point. And you know Kidd, if he's angry at himself, it takes him a lot longer to get through it, let alone over it. I'm keeping an eye on him though, so don't you worry."

You frowned at his words.

"Then who's taking care of you?"

Killer smiled and let out a chuckle. His hand stroked your hair back from your face and he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"It helps me to take care of you two, okay? Last night was... a little scary. But we're going to be okay."

You sighed, wishing you could nuzzle into his broad chest, but you knew he had to make sure the ship was running properly despite the captain being... preoccupied.

"Okay" you murmured quietly. He gently stroked your hair and smiled at you.

"C'mon. Let's get ya up and some food in ya" he said, reaching down to scoop you up. You eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck and let him pull you out of your cozy blankets. He helped you get dressed in some loose fitting clothing, and a shirt with a wide neck so your injury would be accessible. Before you left the room, you hesitated.

"Is he going to be in the kitchen?" you asked meekly.

"Nah. I brought him some food earlier in his workshop. He'll be there most the day probably" Killer answered. There was a whisper of regret in his voice, and you grabbed his hand and squeezed once, reminding him that he wasn't alone..

"Let's go then" you said, opening the door. Killer squeezed your hand back, and followed you to the kitchen.

You ate and drank your coffee, favoring the one shoulder and unable to turn your head very much. Your crewmates gave you some curious glances, but it wasn't uncommon for someone to be injured on the ship. You were pirates, after all. It was odd though that it was you. Kidd and Killer were the strongest fighters on the ship, and couldn't help but watch over you on the battle field. You finished your breakfast, visited the loosely termed "infirmary" to grab some pain pills, and then headed to your favorite space on the ship- the mouth of the... sea king? dinosaur? You weren't entirely sure which it was, and you never were invested enough to ask. The weather was sunny, calm, and breezy.

You sighed as you settled into a chair that was placed there earlier. Someone walked up behind you, and cleared his throat. You froze, scared it was Kidd.

"What."

"Killer told me to bring you a book and some snacks, so here" Heat spoke. At the sound of his voice, you relaxed, and waved your hand on the non-injured side.

"Come on this side so I can see you" you said softly. Wire walked around, and placed a small, light table next to you, and put down a tray of various drinks, snacks, and a few books. He crouched down to the side of you, and you smiled at him.

"Thank you, Heat" you said. He smiled a little back at you.

"Do you need any company? Some of these snacks look pretty good" he said, eying the tray that Killer had put together for you. You giggled, thankful for the offer.

"Sure, just don't let Killer know that I let you eat some food he made for me," you teased. He made a face at your comment, and grabbed a slice of fruit. At first, his appearance made you uncomfortable, but his personality quickly overcame that. He wasn't much of a conversationalist, but you still found him endearing.

"So where are ya hurt?" he asked around a mouthful of fruit. You picked up a glass of what appeared to be juice and sipped.

"Neck and shoulder muscles" you answered after swallowing and smacking your lips appreciatively.

Heat grunted.

"Ugh. Done that before. It seems that like you never realize how much you use certain muscles until it hurts to use it, right?"

You snorted.

"Pretty much."

The two of you chatted a little longer before he was called off to do his tasks. Hip took his place instead, bringing you an ice pack.

"Here, Killer told me to bring you this" she said. You took the ice pack and placed it on your injury. You sighed with a sudden realization.

"Killer set up a roster to keep me company all day, didn't he?" you asked. She nodded with a smile.

"Can't stop caring about someone ya love" she quipped. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"Very true" you murmured.

The day passed similarly, various crew members bringing you things that Killer had sent along with them. Honestly, you even had to stare some down so you could go to the bathroom alone.

Your thoughts strayed constantly to Kidd, and how he must be feeling. You felt so conflicted. You loved him, yet you knew he went too far, but were you mad? Scared? Was your trust in him damaged?

Footsteps walked up behind you, heavier than the rest. You tensed.

"It's just me" Killer said. You relaxed, and he knelt in front of you.

"How ya feelin?" he asked. You could feel him staring at your neck and shoulder, even when his mask covered his bright blue eyes.

"It's starting to feel better now" you said quietly. Killer nodded once.

"Dinner's ready, if you want to eat" he offered. You nodded slightly and stood. He grabbed the table with the tray and books in one hand, balancing the table like a waiter would a tray. He put a hand on your lower back, and walked with you to the kitchen. It was a little later than you normally ate, having been fed snacks most the day by Killer's 'messengers'.

There was a plate set aside for you at the counter so you could watch Killer clean, just as you liked. A second steaming plate was still in the kitchen, presumably set aside for Kidd.

"Are you going to run that up to him?" you asked, looking pointedly at the plate. Killer grunted an affirmative, and started to clean the kitchen.

"Go give it to him now while it's still hot. The kitchen will still be here when you get back," you said firmly. Killer looked at you, presumably in surprise at your tone. You couldn't always tell when he had his face covered all the time. He put down the cloth he was using to wipe the counters, and grabbed the plate, walking around the counter to approach you. He cocked his head, curious. You looked down at your own plate with a sigh.

"He needs the energy to work up the courage to apologize to me, we all know how he is" you mutter. Killer laughed at your statement, and ruffled your hair gently before walking off to deliver the plate of food.

A few minutes later, you heard approaching footsteps behind you. This wasn't uncommon, as crew members dropped their empty plates off at the counter for whoever was on dish duty to wash. These were heavy, but you assumed someone had already had a few drinks after a long day of being at sea. They stopped suddenly a few feet away from you, and you gently turned your head to see what had happened.

You had fully expected to see one of your crewmates swaying with drunkenness, but instead, bright red and pale skin made your heart drop.

"You're here" Kidd said gruffly. Adrenaline shot through you, and you jumped out of your chair, wincing as your injury was tweaked. Your breath seemed to stop, and you froze after your initial reaction. You couldn't decide to run towards him or away.

"K-Killer went to find you" you answered, mentally kicking yourself for stuttering. His words from last night came back to you.

Pathetic.

Nothing but holes to me.

Please us or we'll dump you.

It deserves to cry, to barely be able to breathe.

Your breath came faster, and you desperately looked for an exit. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the door to the kitchen opened, Killer's voice entering before his body.

"I couldn't find the bast- oh. Oh." He put the plate on the counter in the kitchen and walked with even steps until he was in front of you, bending over to look directly into your eyes.

"Hey look at me. Are you ready for this?"

Your eyes flicked over his shoulder, to Kidd. He looked exhausted, angry, but not like he was going to do anything. Killer's voice soothed you slightly.

"M-maybe?" You frowned at how delicate your voice sounded. Kidd seemed to flinch at your answer. Killer put one hand on your cheek as the other removed his helmet.

"Look at me."

Your eyes found his ocean blue ones, and it calmed you a little. You noticed you were shaking. You breathed out forcefully.

"I can hear him out, if you stay here" you said honestly. You noticed Kid's flinch again, and your heart squeezed with guilt. Killer nodded, and stood to his full height to look at Kidd.

"Are you okay? Are you ready?" Killer asked. Kidd heaved a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"...Yeah"

Killer nodded once, and gestured for the two of you to sit at a table. The rest of the crew had cleared out quickly once Kidd entered the room and the tension rose.

The three of you sat at the table, Killer making you sit at the head of the table with Kidd on your uninjured side and Killer taking the seat across from Kidd.

You were tense, sitting on the edge of your seat, but Kidd seemed... defeated. He was exhausted, and slumped into his chair. He put his head in his hands, fingers running through red hair before he looked at you. You held back a flinch.

"I hurt you" he started bluntly. You glanced at Killer, who was looking resolutely at Kidd. Your hand came up to touch your neck and shoulder, looking at the table. You didn't say anything.

"I'm so fucking sorry. God, there's no words for how sorry I am. I'd do anything or give you anything for you to look at me the same. Hell, I'd cut my other arm off if that's what you wanted. I just can't..." He stopped speaking with a choked sound, and looked at you desperately.

"You need to earn that same trust back, Kidd" you said quietly. He was silent, waiting for you to continue. You looked up from the table to meet his gaze.

"And right now, I don't know how we're going to do that. I don't have any ideas, but you can't buy it with present. I still love you, but you need to prove over and over to me that you love me, and that you'll never hurt me again" you said. Anger started to bubble up in your chest.

"I don't think you can say anything like you did, at least for a long, long time. Calling me 'it', that I didn't deserve to breathe, and that you two were going to dump me if I didn't please you... Kidd. I can't hear shit like that from you. Calling me pathetic and spitting on me when I said the safe word?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, recalling his words and actions. Your fists clenched on your lap.

Kidd deflated even further with each word you spoke, and at the sight of tears in your eyes.

"I know. I know there isn't a way to change that, and if there was, I'd give up almost anything to change it. You and Killer mean everything to me. I'm hardly worthy of your love even when I haven't pulled some shit like this, but now... I'll prove it. I swear. I... I love you so much."

He pulled something out of his pocket, and you looked at his hands. He let out a wet chuckle.

"I know you said that I can't buy your trust, but I made this. It took me all night and I finished it up today. I hope you'll still accept it."

You looked in shock at the metal in his hand. It was a highly intricate, functioning, anatomically correct heart. There were tiny whirrs and clicks that acted like the sound of a heartbeat, the two sides contracting.

"It even works like a real heart. You can put liquid in there and it'll shoot out here," he said, pointing with his fingers. He paused.

"That sounds fucking stupid now that I say it out loud" he admitted. Killer had leaned forward to get a better look at the contraption. His eyes glittered at the sight of it, taking in the mechanics and how it worked. It was truly incredible. You reached a shocked hand out towards it before pulling back.

"Kidd..." you whispered.

"I'm finishing up Killer's too, and I was going to give it to the two of you at the same time but... I think you deserve this at the very least" he admitted. Breath caught in your throat, tears starting to build in appreciation. Kidd was horrible with words and emotions, but he knew metal. He knew exactly how hard he needed to work to regain your trust.

"It's 'pose ta represent me... giving my... uh... heart... to you. And Killer... as a promise," he tripped over his words, a deep blush flushing his pale face until he was nearly as red as his hair. You looked at him, letting the tears fall.

"Oi oi, do you not like it? I can change it! Just tell me! Why are you crying?" he frantically waved his metal arm in the air uselessly, trying not to reach out to touch you. You reached out to his flesh hand, covering the heart with your hand as you grasped his hand.

"It's beautiful, Kidd. I love you," you whispered. He blushed even harder, and looked down at the table.

"I love the both of you. I'm really fuckin' sorry about last night" he said quietly. You looked at Killer, who nodded in encouragement. The both of you stood, and made your way to the redhead.

You turned your back to him, moving your hair out of the way so he could clasp it.

"Put it on, then" you ordered. Kidd made a surprised sound and you heard Killer's hand clap on his shoulder. Kidd rose hesitantly, and draped it gently around your neck before using his powers to clasp the necklace. It hurt your neck too much to look down at it lying against your chest, so you brought it up to eye level, studying how the gears turned, hidden by crafted and intricate tubes and wires.

"It's incredible" you murmured. You turned around, letting yourself fall into Kidd's chest as you hugged him. You could feel him looking at Killer for permission, who rolled his eyes and hugged him too, careful of your neck and shoulder. You felt Kidd's arms wrap slowly around the both of you. The moment was sweet, but was interrupted by a loud growl from Kidd's stomach. You snorted and broke out into peals of laughter, pulling away from Kidd and Killer. You collapsed back into your chair, holding your stomach as Kidd growled at you to stop laughing as he blushed profusely again. Killer laughed as well as he went to retrieve and warm up both Kidd's and your plates.

Kidd sat back down in his chair with a huff, more energized after the hug. You smiled at him, before speaking seriously.

"Kidd... I can't forgive you yet, but I will eventually."

He ran a hand through his hair, looking at you sadly.

"Yeah. I'm a bastard, but I'm trying not to be to you. Just... let me know when you do?" he asked quietly. You nodded with a small smile, and his shoulder's collapsed as if a weight had been lifted off. He gave you a toothy grin.

"Just you fuckin wait. Imma be the the best boyfriend that'll build your trust up in no time" he boasted. You snorted before giggling.

"I can't wait" you said, honest through your laughter.

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Notes: Before asking, no I don't think there will ever be a second part to this, but you can certainly write your own (just tag me)! :) I have to finish other fics lmao.

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