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a-killer-obsession · 2 months ago

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Safe [Killer x OC Nina]

Commissioned by @dissvicious

CW: third person pov, canon x oc, mentions of drug use, mentions of sex work, drug withdrawal, attempt of noncon, oral sex, handjob, fingering, p in v sex

WC: 8.2k

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When Heat and Wire heard noises coming from the pantry, they expected to find some sort of wild animal, a racoon or rats or maybe even a stray dog. Well, there was an animal, a black cat missing limbs and most of its tail, but the cat wasn't really the cause of the issue. The real problem was the pink haired woman scavenging through the Kid Pirate's food stores, though she looked so feral she may as well classify as a wild animal anyway. Dirty, her clothes torn, her hair messy and overgrown where her style clearly dictated shaving, and pupils blown out from drugs. It was a look they both recognized well from their home island, making the two men exchange a saddened, sympathetic look as the woman looked at them with wide, frightened eyes - yet she continued to tear at her stolen turkey leg, like she was scared she wouldn't get to eat again. It made them wonder how long she'd gone without food, that the presence of two relatively massive pirates didn't deter her.

Her cat stumbling noisily behind her as it tried to shake a jar from its head broke the stand off between the three of them, and Wire was quick to snatch her up. She fought him, of course, trying to beat him off with her weak arms and her turkey leg, to which Wire merely sighed and adjusted his hold on her, tearing the turkey away from her and tossing it aside, much to her dismay. He held her out by the scruff of her shirt as she wildly swung all her limbs at him and growled like a caged cat, unable to reach him with her much shorter arms and legs. She was so small compared to Wire, he'd thought she was a child at first glance, if not for all the tattoos. Heat gingerly scooped up her cat, who was far more friendly than the woman and merely gave a chirp at the sudden abduction, following Wire out of the room to take the two invaders to the boss.

Kid sat in his throne like chair at the head of the dining table, gorging on meat as his first mate stood to his side. He looked up in confusion as he heard the shrill angry screams and familiar calls of “BOSS!” approaching from the hall. Wire dragged the woman in, putting her in a chokehold as she turned her anger on Kid the second she was close enough. ‘Is this love at first sight?’ Kid thought to himself as he watched the feral woman try to fight a man at least three times her size, unarmed but fearless at her captor. He liked a woman with a bit of fire to her, it was more of a challenge. This one was small too, he couldn't help but picture how easy it would be to manhandle her however he liked. He shook his head at the intrusive thought as his pants threatened to get tight. The woman clawed at Wire's arm, leaving deep gashes in his tan skin, but he paid it no mind.

“Found some rats in the pantry,” Wire told Kid in his deep monotone voice.

“I'LL SHOW YOU A FUCKING RAT,” the woman screamed, “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OF ME YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A BDSM SCARECROW.”

“How the fuck did she get in the pantry?” Killer scowled under his mask, unphased by the slew of insults she continued to throw at them. “Heat, find out who was on watch, have them punished.”

“What do I do with the cat?” Heat asked, shifting awkwardly.

“Drown it or some shit, who cares,” Kid waved his hand dismissively, ignoring the woman screaming in his face. The wave of his hand brought it close enough to her mouth, and she took her opportunity to bite him as hard as she could, sinking her dirty teeth into his flesh. He recoiled his hand quickly, inspecting the deep, bleeding bite. “FUCKING BITCH!” he growled, “you better not have fucking rabies.”

“LEAVE MY CAT ALONE YOU FUCKING PIG FACED CUNT,” she spat at him, “HURT HIM AND I'LL BITE YOUR FUCKING DICK OFF NEXT, AND BURN YOUR STUPID SHITTY CASTLE AND YOUR STUPID UGLY ASS BOAT TO THE GROUND.”

Kid held his hand against the cool metal of his prosthetic to soothe the bite as the woman huffed from excursion in his face, her teeth bared at him like a wild animal. His dick twitched involuntarily at the threats, damn this woman. He leaned back in his chair, looking her up and down, inspecting her. Yeah, she was fuckable, even if she was filthy right now. Best not kill her cat if he wants her down to clown though.

There was something else about her too though, a desperation and a sadness in her eyes that reminded him of a woman he used to know. It made him feel sorry for her, perhaps even a little protective, or maybe just nostalgic. He sighed to himself, he couldn't just have his fun and be done with her, the guilt afterwards would eat away at him if he let a second woman die.

“Lock the cat in one of the spare rooms,” he decided flippantly, “give it a bowl of water or whatever. Food I guess, I don't know, what ever the fuck cats need. Then bring the lookout to me, find out how she got here. There's gotta be a boat or some shit.”

“On it boss,” Heat replied, leaving the room with the cat still in hand. The woman watched him leave, confused. Why the change of heart? She stopped fighting against the man holding her, eyes flicking back to the redhead who was clearly in charge here. He looked… sad? He looked her in the eye, holding her gaze for a moment, like he was trying to see what her true character was, whether she was worth keeping. There wasn't much the woman could do to convey her worth, she didn't feel she had any.

“Calmed down?” Kid asked gruffly. She looked away and stared at the floor, feeling exposed, the fight completely gone from her. Something about his amber eyes had torn the fight away. Maybe it was because she knew she had no chance of surviving these four men, but maybe if she behaved they would at least be gentle. She could only make assumptions about what four grown pirate men would want with her, let alone the rest of the crew she had yet to see. “Good,” Kid continued, taking her silence as an answer. Wire took it as his signal to let her go, but stayed close, in case she angered again. “What's your name pipsqueak?”

The woman stayed silent, staring at the floor. Why did they care what her name was? What did it matter when she was probably just a toy for them anyway, something to be used and discarded without care. “Speak,” Wire insisted behind her, giving her a short shove and causing her to stumble closer to the captain. She turned and hissed at him, before turning back to Kid with a little more fire in her.

“Nina,” she spat.

“Nina,” Kid repeated, like he was testing how it felt on his tongue, “you wanna join my crew?”

“Huh?” Nina huffed, completely thrown off. She hadn't at all expected that. Killer and Wire exchanged a look, it wasn't like Kid to just offer people a place on his crew, let alone so quickly. Then again, they'd both have to be blind to not see the similarities between this stubborn woman and Victoria. Neither was willing to risk Kid's wrath by pointing it out though, so they both held their tongues.

“What, you got a better plan?” Kid laughed, “seems to me that you're all alone and half dead, but you've got some fire in ya, and lucky for you I have a soft spot for basket cases. So you wanna join or what? Or we can just handle you the way we normally handle rats.”

“I… I guess?” Nina replied hesitantly after giving it some thought. It wasn't like she had a lot of choice here. Worst case, at least she'd be alive, she could always run off at the next island. These men were clearly pirates, she'd seen their ship and their jollyroger, they wouldn't stay settled on this island for long. In the meantime maybe she'd at least have a secure source of food and shelter.

“Good choice,” Kid barked, “Kil, get ‘er cleaned up and set. Welcome to the Kid Pirates, pipsqueak.”

Nina stayed in the shower longer than she probably should have, but the hot water felt good against her irritated skin after so long at sea without access to proper bathing. She let the water wash over her as she stood deep in thought, trying to understand what the fuck had happened. The first mate had brought her to this bathroom, a communal space but he'd promised her privacy as he stood guard outside - whether for her protection or the protection of the crew she wasn't quite sure. It wasn't like she had any weapons on her, Killer had made sure of that before leaving her on her own to shower. She'd told him where to find her boat, and he promised her things would be brought ashore for her. She didn't understand why they were bothering, this all felt like some elaborate trick to get her comfortable before they kill her, maybe to make her death more cruel, or to make her more pliable to their demands.

Killer knocking on the door startled her from her reverie, making her jolt. “Hurry it up, I've got shit to do, new girl,” Killer called from the other side of the door. She quickly shut off the water and dried herself, redressing in the clean clothes Killer had grabbed for her. The last thing she wanted to do was anger anyone and make them change their mind about keeping her alive. The clothes weren't a lot, just a blue men's shirt that was far too large for her, some briefs - also too large but she made do by tying a knot on at the waistband - and a set of fluffy socks. It was certainly better than the torn, dirty clothes she'd been wearing though, which she tossed in a waste bin, there was no point trying to save them.

“You decent?” Killer called again. Nina checked her appearance in the mirror quickly, making sure everything was covered. She scowled at her sunken eyes with their heavy bags, her overgrown hair that was stuck to her scalp from the water, the numerous cuts and scrapes and bruises that littered her body, more visible now that the grime that hid most of them away was gone. Some of them seemed infected, and she winced as she prodded at one particularly inflamed looking cut. With a sigh she called out to Killer that he could come in, and he did so immediately. Moving to a nearby cabinet he pulled out a first aid box, gesturing for her to sit on one of the dressing benches that ran down the center of the bathroom.

He knelt in front of her, the height difference between them meaning they would have been eye to eye if not for the mask, as he sat the first aid kit on the bench and opened it, pulling out several things. “Can I touch you?” He asked, “just to tend to your injuries.”

Nina blinked in confusion, she couldn't even remember the last time someone asked her for consent, let alone cared for her physical wellbeing. “Y-yeah,” she replied in a small voice.

Killer was quiet as he tended to her wounds, carefully cleaning and disinfecting each one before laying a sterlile dressing over them. He applied a soothing ointment over her bruises, and added paper stitches to a few particularly nasty cuts. She sat frozen the whole time, but couldn't help but feel that his light touches against her skin felt nice. It'd been a long time since anyone had been gentle with her. Slowly she let herself relax, closing her eyes and just focusing on the soft touch of his warm fingertips against her skin. She stifled a sigh as his fingers smoothed out the dressing on her nose, momentarily running over the tops of her cheeks before his hands moved on to the next injury. By the time he was done she was covered in small dressings, a few larger palm sized ones here and there.

After discarding the small pile of trash he'd accumulated in the process, he gestured for her to follow him. They met Wire again, who carried a bag with him. Nina recognized it as hers, as the tall man handed it to Killer. “This her stuff?” the first mate asked.

“Yeah, boat was right where she said it would be,” Wire replied, eyes shifting to Nina for a moment as he inspected how many dressings Killer had needed to give her. She was in a worse shape than Wire had initially thought. “Heat put the cat in the room next to Quince. Kid's dealing with the henchie that was on watch.”

“Okay,” Killer replied. Wire nodded and turned to leave, and Killer turned back to Nina. He held the bag out for her to take, and she looked at him befuddled. The chainsaw sticking out of the bag was obvious, and the way the bag was packed looked like nobody had even looked inside. Were they stupid, or were they really giving her a weapon? “You want your shit or not?” Killer asked, jostling the bag a little, and Nina quickly grabbed it back. She slung the bag over her shoulder, and quickly scurried to follow him again, as he'd already begun walking once more.

He opened the door to a spacious room, where her cat, Zap, quickly hobbled over to greet her, rubbing against her leg. She picked him up and gave him a small affectionate squeeze, before looking properly at the room. It was… nice. Really nice, actually. She'd sort of expected an old crusty mattress on the floor and a lock on the outside of her door, but this seemed like an ordinary, nice, bedroom. There was a large bed made up with clean bedding, a big round mirror, dressers and shelves for her things, a big round light hanging from the ceiling that someone had turned on already for Zap - Heat, assumedly. There were even a few bowls on the floor near the dresser - one filled with fresh water, the other dirty with the remnants of whatever meat Zap had been given while Nina was showering.

Looking at the room, Nina suddenly realised that maybe this wasn't a trick. These pirates were being nothing but kind to her and Zap. She'd never even stayed in a room this nice before, not a single piece of furniture looked dirty or broken or worn. It was a safe, welcoming space, and it was all for her. She could fight back, she had her weapon now, but they didn't expect her to, because there was no need. She was safe here, with this crew. Maybe it was fate that her small rickety boat had brought her to this island.

She turned to Killer with a wide smile, the first smile she'd had in months, maybe even years. “Thank you,” she said softly. His heart fluttered a little and he blushed under his mask at her pretty grin, the corners of her eyes creased from it, making the little heart tattoo under her eye dance with the shift of skin.

“Yeah, no problem,” he replied, trying to hide the fluster in his voice. “Uh, get settled in, I'll come grab you close to dinner to show you the dining hall in a few hours.”

He turned and left quickly, leaving the door open, showing her she was not a prisoner here. The second he was gone she put Zap down on the floor, leaned her bag against the dresser, and flopped onto the bed with a giggle. It was soft, and she buried her face in the blankets, which smelled freshly laundered and pleasant. She inhaled the scent, letting out a relieved exhale as she rolled onto her back and relaxed against the blankets. Zap made his best attempt at a jump but fell short, so Nina had to pick him up to put him on the bed, at which point he trilled happily and curled up next to her to sleep. Petting his head gently, she idly stared at the ceiling, noticeably mold and rot free, and let out a contented sigh. For the first time in a long while, Nina felt safe, and like things were finally looking up for her.

Weeks passed, and Nina seemed like she was settling in well. As well as she could anyway, given everything she'd been through. It was clear to the commanders that she'd been lost, feeling like her life had no use, just wandering endlessly trying to find a reason to keep going. Kid and Killer sympathized, they'd felt the same way after Victoria died. They did what they could to give Nina purpose, assigning her as the new ship doctor after learning about her previous work with Dr. Hogback. She wasn't used to working with the living, but she was doing her best to adapt. It gave her a reason to get up every day, knowing these pirates had use for her, especially when they took back to the sea and the rate of injuries increased with the uptick in battles.

Several months passed, seemingly calmly, but Heat was growing suspicious of the new addition. When Nina had turned up on the island it was clear she was under the influence of something strong. Heat had expected more resistance from her as she sobered, but the telltale symptoms of clearing drugs from the veins had never come. Heat was well educated when it came to the hard stuff, he'd been there, he knew the damage it could do. Kid had a strict policy about drugs on the ship because of what they'd all seen from their home island, weed was the hardest thing the crew was allowed. Heat had made it clear to Nina that he grew plenty of cannabis to go around, all she had to do was ask, but she never did. And yet, she still showed the signs of being high - the blown pupils, the jitteriness, the short fuse. Though that last one may have just been her, it was hard to tell.

He had sympathy for her as well though, he didn't want Kid just straight kicking her off the ship when he knew she had nowhere to go, so instead he took his concerns to Killer. The first mate understood the fragility of the situation, and Heat's reservations about bringing it to Kid, so he decided to take care of it himself. Back on the island there were plenty of places one might go to do drugs in secret, especially when she had her own room, but here on the ship, sharing a room with three other crewmates, there were limited places one could hide.

He started covertly watching her, using his haki to follow her movements through the ship. The drugs and her trauma made her paranoid, making the surveillance harder, but Killer was silent on his feet and knew this ship far better than she did. He knew where every creaky floorboard was, every blind spot where he could avoid her gaze, and used them to his advantage. It didn't take long to catch her out, following her to the deck above the stern castle, where crew rarely went. It was after dark, but the full moon gave enough light to navigate by.

He emerged from the ladder leading to the deck as she was tightening a tourniquet around her arm, a syringe held in her mouth ready to inject. She stared at him like a deer in headlights, too slow to react as he rushed at her, grabbing everything he could and throwing it as far away as his muscles would allow. There was a fight for the syringe, her nails clawing at him as she shrieked, but inevitably that was thrown too. She ran to the railing and let out a deafening scream as she watched her drugs disappear under the surface of the water, lost to the ocean, the moonlight glittering against the metal of the syringe needle before it was gone for good. In her anger and drug-craving haze she tried to jump after it, but tight arms around her waist pulled her away from the edge of the deck.

“LET GO OF ME!” she screamed, flailing her legs and scratching his arms as he stepped backwards away from the long fall at the back of the ship that plunged straight to freezing open seas. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE!”

“I know exactly what I've done,” Killer growled back, “you know the rules, Kid would have kicked you off for that shit. You want to go back to scavenging for your next meal?”

“You don't understand!” She cried. Her fighting stopped, but she still gripped his arms hard. “I need them, I need them!”

“You don't,” he replied firmly, shifting his hold on her to be more of a hug, letting her feet rest back against the deck. She slumped in his arms, only kept up by him as tears streamed down her face. She didn't know how to be sober anymore, that reality was too hard to even think about. “You don't need that shit, it's poison, I've seen people destroyed by it. It would have killed you.”

“So?” Nina spat indignantly, “who the fuck cares.”

“Don't say that,” Killer sighed, squeezing her a little tighter and pressing his mask against her shoulder. She shivered a little at the brisk night air, but his warm front against her back was a comfort against the cold. “I know you've not been here long, but you have friends. We care about you, we're here for you. You found us for a reason, you belong here with us.”

“I don't- I can't-” she started, feeling helpless.

“I'll help you,” Killer replied, “I'll help you get clean, okay?”

“Okay,” Nina replied in a small voice, not having much choice. Killer held her for a while longer, letting her get out her tears, before walking her back to her room.

“She can't stay with us like this,” Quincy huffed, “she's up all night, tossing and turning, screaming in her sleep! We want her to get clean, we do, but she needs to do it somewhere else! We need sleep!”

Killer slumped down in his chair and let his head loll back, his mask making a ‘clunk’ against the back of the chair as he let out a heavy sigh. He had a feeling this would happen with making Nina go cold turkey, but there was no good solution. He'd considered converting a storage room for her while she sobered, but recent raids had all the rooms full with treasure and weapons, there was no space to even hang a hammock. Quincy was right though, it wasn't fair for the three girls who shared a room with Nina to have to deal with the effects of her sobering up, especially when the worst was still to come.

“I'll sort it,” Killer grunted. There was really only one solution he could see here, and he hated it, but it wouldn't be forever. He stood and marched past Quincy, making his way to where he knew Nina would be. He found her exactly as expected, and he knelt next to her bed, pulling back the blankets that she'd pulled over her head.

“Fuck off,” Nina growled, not even turning to look at him. She was shivering like she was freezing, her skin clammy with sweat.

“Pack your shit,” Killer tried his best to reply in a gentle manner, “you're moving room.”

Nina took some convincing to get out of bed, while in the meantime Killer gathered her things. Zap squeaked as Killer picked him up, Nina's duffle in his other hand; the cat hardly left her side, especially while she'd been essentially bedridden. Nina unwillingly followed him bare foot in her pajamas across the deck and up the stairs, pausing as she realised she was being led into the stern castle where the commanders all resided. “I'm… staying here?” She asked hesitantly, raising her hand to block the sunlight that was hurting her eyes.

“You're taking my room, while you get sober,” Killer explained, giving her a small push on her lower back to get her moving again, “I'll stay with Kid in the meantime.”

“You don't have to do that,” she said in a small voice as he opened the door to his room and dumped her stuff on the floor, placing Zap on the bed. He didn't like knowing there was going to be cat chair all over his usually spotless room, but there wasn't much that could be done without upsetting Nina by seperating her from the only thing that seemed to give her comfort right now.

“I do, actually,” Killer sighed, “the girls can't sleep with your current condition and it's only going to get worse. It's not forever, just until you're clean. Just… don't fuck my room up, okay? I'll be across the hall if you need anything, I cleared the top drawers for your stuff, bathroom is through that door.”

Nina was already climbing under his blankets as he explained everything, more than exhausted from the short walk and wanting to go back to sleep, where her head didn't feel like it was going to split open. Killer took the time to fill a bowl with water for Zap, Quincy had been essentially caring for the cat while Nina was sick anyway, so he guessed that was his job now. He made a mental note to go grab the litter box and food bowl, before sighing to himself and leaving Nina to brood.

Killer quickly understood why the girls had needed their space from Nina. The crew quarters were far from the stern castle, so he couldn't hear her before, but now that she was across the hall her screaming was loud and clear. “Shut her up,” Kid growled as he rolled over, covering his head with a pillow. Against his will, Killer climbed out of bed and slipped on his mask, sleepily making his way across the hall, barefooted in his blue gingham pajama pants. Wire opened his door down the hall and gave Killer a look as though to ask if he needed help, but Killer waved him off before reaching for the handle to what was usually his bedroom door.

Inside the room, chaos had ensued. He noted Zap hiding under the dresser as Nina threw things around, narrowly missing Killer with a lamp. She let out a blood curdling scream at him, and he wondered if she was even seeing him, or something monstrous in his place. It was a likely scenario that she was fighting some invisible demon, hallucinations brought on by her withdrawal. He grabbed her before he could hurt him or herself, pinning her arms to her front as he held her from behind. “Shh, I got you,” Killer soothed, “it's Kil, there's only the two of us here, you're safe on the Victoria Punk, nobody is going to hurt you.”

Nina was panting hard, drenched with sweat and shaking, but she at least stopped screaming, and stopped fighting him. “There you go, you're okay,” he said softly, loosening his hold a little, “I've got you. Just breathe.”

“Killer,” she whimpered, like she was remembering herself, “I'm so scared. And it hurts, so much.”

“I know, I know,” Killer shushed, pulling her to the bed and into his lap as he sat. He rocked her gently as she continued to make small sad whimpers. “We're gonna get through this.”

“Will you stay with me?” She mumbled against his chest. She was struggling to discern what was real and what wasn't, and she felt like she couldn't defend herself against that. She needed someone with her, who could help her see that the awful things she were seeing were all in her head. Killer considered it for a moment. He would be uncomfortable, unable to take his mask off to sleep, but right now it was clear Nina needed a friend, or she might not make it through this.

“I'll stay,” Killer replied. Nina breathed a shaky sigh of relief and nestled into him, letting him hold her like a scared child as she tried to ground herself. Eventually he convinced her to lay back down to sleep, but he never let go of her, letting her use him like an anchor as the hallucinations threatened to steal her sanity away and her body ached from exhaustion.

Killer woke with a startle, feeling his pants being tugged at, putting him into fight or flight. He threw the covers off to find Nina weakly and desperately trying to get his pants further down, her small hand wrapped around Killer's semi-erect cock. He quickly grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away, but she rushed back towards him. He jumped off the bed as he pulled his pants back up, and she scrambled after him like a woman possessed, kneeling at his feet and tugging at his pants again while he gripped them hard to keep them up.

“NINA, WHAT THE FUCK?” he growled, trying to get away from her as she crawled after him, a crazed look in her eyes.

“Please, I need one more hit, just one more,” Nina pleaded, “let me trade for it, please, please. I'll suck your dick, I'll make you feel so good, please I just want one more hit then I'll get sober, I promise. Please I can make it worth it for you, I'm really good, please!”

“Not fucking happening,” Killer snapped, “Nina stop, I'm not giving you more drugs.”

“Please, please,” she pleaded. She collapsed at his feet, tears falling to the floor as she clawed at his pants. “I can't do this, what's the point? Why am I even trying?”

Killer fell to his feet in front of her, taking her face in his hands. “Nina, look at me,” he growled, “look at me.”

“How can I fucking look at you?!” She cried, “I can't even see your face! I don't even know what fucking colour your eyes are!”

Killer sighed and gathered all his mental fortitude. He should have seen that coming, it was only fair. “You want a trade? I'll make you a trade,” he replied in a low voice. Nina perked up, hopeful that he was caving. She was desperate for another rush, she felt miserable and alone and everything hurt, just one more hit and everything would feel okay, she just knew it. He saw the hope in her eyes and hated to snuff it out, but it was a necessary evil. “I'm not getting you more meth,” Killer sighed, “I can get you weed, but nothing more. But I'll make you a deal. You get sober, and I'll show you my face.”

Nina blinked at him, disappointed and confused. “The thing is, only Kid, Heat and Wire ever see my face,” Killer sighed, “I get that you don't feel like you can trust me, when I'm not even letting you see all of me. But I don't like my face, I don't like my smile. I don't let anyone see it, except the people I trust the most. Showing my face is the hardest thing I can do, but I know right now you're going through something really fucking hard too. So I'll make you a deal. You be brave, and I'll be brave too. I know right now it hurts, and everything is terrifying and you feel like the whole world is against you, but it's not. I'm right here, you don't have to do this alone.”

“Kil..” Nina sobbed, falling forward and letting him wrap his arms around her.

Things had to get worse before they got better, and get worse they did. Nina was reduced to a screaming, writhing mess, consumed by hallucinations and crying out for someone to either kill her, or let her have one more hit. She started refusing meals, until she became too weak to refuse and gave in, letting Killer hold her while he carefully spoon fed her. He became her full time carer, helping her to the bathroom and bathing her when it couldn't be avoided any longer. She practically lived in his shirts now, oversized on her but his familiar scent gave her comfort whenever he had to leave her to attend to his first mate duties. She never left the room, never left the bed without his assistance, she just tossed and turned and screamed all day, except when he was holding her. With him there, things were easier. He grounded her, made it easier to tell what was real and what wasn't. After several nights of running to her room at well past midnight, he'd given in to her pleas to stay with her, despite how uncomfortable he was sleeping with his mask on. She curled around his body every night like a koala clinging to a tree, whimpering in her sleep, but at least having him there was a balm for the screaming.

Killer got used to waking up with her limbs tangled with his, so when he woke up to find her not there, panic set in immediately. “Nina?” He called in fear, worried that she'd done something stupid, “Nina, you in the bathroom?”

When no reply came he jumped out of bed, flinging open the bathroom door to find the room empty. Scared for her safety, he ran out of the bedroom, opening his haki to search for her. He felt her on the opposite side of the ship, in the deck held between the jaws of the skull that decorated the front of the ship. He ran full speed to her, jumping to skip the sets of stairs that led to the stern castle, his heart racing faster than he thought it could. Only once before had his heart beat so hard, when Kid had laid lifeless on the battlefield after losing his arm, Killer not knowing if he was alive or dead.

He came to a sudden stop as he finally reached her, calling for her between heavy breaths. She turned, startled, brows raised in surprise. “Kil?” She asked, “everything okay?”

“You, you weren't in bed,” he huffed between breaths, “I thought- I thought something was wrong.”

Nina lowered the mug she was holding in both hands, using the heat from the drink inside to warm her hands against the cold morning breeze. It was early, the sun barely risen over the horizon, the sky tinted with greens and deep blues. A blanket was wrapped loosely around her shoulders, hanging over her stolen shirt that hung loosely from her frame, property of Killer, and old sweatpants from when he was thinner, though she still had to tie them as tight as they could go. “I was watching the sunrise,” Nina explained, confused as to why he was so flustered, his chest heaving still, “sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

“You're… feeling okay?” Killer asked, eyeing the drink in her hands, wondering if there was some trick to this. She noticed the subtle tilt of his mask and followed his line of sight.

“It's just tea,” Nina explained, “I don't think I made it right though, there's so many bits in it. My head was feeling clear, so I thought I'd get some fresh air before everyone woke up. Still have a headache a little, but I think I'm okay.”

“Bits?” Killer mumbled. He didn't think they had loose leaf tea on the ship. Unless…”Nina, did you open the tea bag?”

“Yes?” She replied, furrowing her brows. Killer snorted, grabbing the railing for support as he accidentally let out a genuine, unsupressed laugh. “What? Are you laughing at me? I didn't even know you laughed.”

“I don't,” Killer wheezed, “but that's, fuck, you said you were bad at cooking but who the fuck can't manage tea?”

Nina lightened up at Killer's laughter and let herself giggle, pouring the tea out over the railing next to where Killer was trying to rein himself in. With one last deep inhale he contained himself, standing straight and looking at her next to him. She was smiling back up at him, and he realised suddenly that there was no mockery in her expression. She'd heard his real laugh, and hadn't given any inclination that she disliked it. He turned to her, standing tall, before reaching back to the latch on his mask and releasing it. She made a soft gasp as he pulled it off his head, his bangs falling into place over his icy blue eyes, his lips stained with the remnants of purple lipstick, his cheekbones sharp and defined. She barely had time to take him in before he pulled her by her nape and cover her lips with his.

She made a confused whine, before closing her eyes and pressing back against him, letting the blanket on her shoulders fall to the deck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and wove her hand through his long hair. He only kissed her for a moment before realising how crazy this was and pulling away. “Fuck, sorry,” he said bashfully as he stepped back. Nina's arms followed him, falling to rest against his chest. He looked out at the ocean, feeling self conscious and embarrassed for letting himself be so undisciplined.

“Don't be,” she replied softly, running a hand up his neck to cup his face. He hesitated to look at her, until her thumb ran over his lips. “So pretty,” she whispered, mostly to herself. He looked at her then, saw how her eyes glittered with genuine awe and affection, and he felt his heart swell. A breeze ran through the ship and she shivered, distracted for a moment from absorbing every facet of his face.

“You're cold,” he stated, rubbing her bare arm with his free hand to try and give her some warmth. She murmured in agreement but never looked away from him. “Come on,” he said as he put his mask back on, “let's go back to bed and get you warmed up.”

She let him take her hand and lead her, the two of them moving silently save for their footsteps, an unexpected electricity running through them where their fingers threaded together. Both of their hearts were racing at the unspoken promise of what waited for them back in the bedroom. Nina was nervous though, she'd never slept with a man in a intimate way, she'd only ever done it for money when things were desperate. None of those experiences had been pleasant for her, and she didn't know if she even wanted this. She wanted him though, that much she knew for certain, so maybe it would be different this time.

The door shut behind her and latched, and she felt herself starting to panic. Killer approached her from behind, letting his mask fall to the floor, but paused as he heard her quickening breath. “You okay?” He asked softly, “we don't have to do anything, you know. We can just lay under the blankets, get warm, talk if you want to.”

“Sorry, I'm fine,” Nina lied.

“You're not,” Killer sighed, seeing right through her facade, “It's okay, I know my laugh, my smile, they're not pleasant. You don't have to force yourself.”

Nina's breath hitched and she spun to face him, taking his face in her hands, her own discomfort forgotten for his. “It's not you, Kil, I promise, okay?” She soothed, running her thumbs over his cheeks. She took a deep breath and tried to be brave, not wanting Killer to be hurt by her own insecurities, “It's just. I've only ever slept with men for money.”

“Oh,” Killer replied quietly. He covered her hands with her own, closing his eyes for a moment as he pressed harder against her soft palms, “We don't have to do anything. We can take our time. It'd be different though, I'd be gentle with you. I want to be gentle with you.”

“I want that too,” Nina replied timidly, “I want you, Kil.”

“You have me,” he replied before pressing his lips to hers again, “all of me, if that's what you want.”

Nina kissed him hard, giving him her answer, and he replied in equal fervour. He walked her backwards to the bed as their hands tangled in each other's hair. He groaned as she gave his hair a tug, and she took the opportunity to plunge her tongue into his mouth. Kissing him felt good, and she found herself pressing hard against his body, whining as his erection pressed against her stomach. She let herself fall backwards, pulling him with her, their mouths still connected.

Nina tugged on his shirt, and they broke the kiss so she could pull it over his head, quickly followed by him removing her shirt. She giggled in anticipation before his lips captured hers again, the giggle turning to a moan as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck, taking handfuls of her small breasts and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers as his mouth made a trail down her front to them. Her whole body felt sensitive as he took a tit in his mouth, laving it with his tongue and flicking the pert bud with the tip. Her back arched off the bed as he kissed further down, his knees falling to rest on the floor as his lips worshipped her belly.

He looked up at her with puppy dog eyes, seeking wordless permission as his fingers tugged at the waistband to her borrowed pants. Nina bit her lip and nodded. She'd never even had a man go down on her and was eager to feel his mouth on her cunt. She raised her ass for him and he removed her pants and underwear, returning his mouth to her tummy and continuing his journey downwards. He nosed at her pink pubes as she spread her legs for him, and he pulled her thighs to rest on his shoulders, kissing each inner thigh before pressing his nose to her core and inhaling her scent. He groaned before finally bringing his tongue out to meet her, making her let out a long deep moan as he ran the wet muscle between her folds.

It wasn't often Killer got to eat pussy, in fact he couldn't remember the last time he'd done it with a woman watching him. Her eyes were squarely focused on him as he began to eat her out, his eyes locked with hers as he rolled his tongue over her clit with practiced precision. She gave in and let herself fall back against the bed, weaving a hand through his hair and letting herself relax as he worked, melting into the mattress at the feeling of his mouth on her pussy. She'd never let herself feel her pleasure with a man, it'd always been so strictly transactional, no man had ever even considered her pleasure, but Killer was drunk on it. He made satisfied groans as he ate her out, squeezing her thighs to hold her in place as she bucked and moaned, the vibrations of his pleased sounds adding to her pleasure. He released one thigh to bring one hand up under his chin, running the tip of his index finger around her entrance before sinking it into her pussy.

“Oh fuck~” Nina groaned, legs shaking as she came suddenly at the intrusion, “Kil~”

Killer grinned and kissed her pussy tenderly before climbing up her body. She shuffled backwards to make space and he straddled over her, watching her face intently as he sunk two fingers inside her. She whined and gripped the arm that was keeping him supported hovering above her. Her other hand ran over his chest, enjoying the tight muscles and curves, before it ran further down and under the waistband of his pants. He grunted as she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to pump him, matching the pace he was using on her. He added a third finger to her and the two of them made sloppy, desperate kisses as they jerked each other off.

“Kil,” Nina panted, “want you, please.”

Killer groaned and was quick to comply. As much as he hated to admit it, his dreams had been haunted by Nina ever since she'd woken him up that morning. With the added unexpected emotions on top, he was desperate to sink inside her, but he didn't want to pressure her. Hearing her beg for him had him ready to cum right there and then. “You sure?” He queried.

“I'm sure,” she confirmed huskily. He stripped his pants quickly and settled himself between her legs, taking himself in his hand. “Wait,” she pressed a hand to his chest, “can I… can I do it?”

Killer understood that she was nervous for a good reason, this position no doubt reminded her of some unsavory memories. He grabbed her hips and rolled both of them so she was on top, straddling him. She made a surprised gasp as they rolled, sitting up to sit over his cock as they stilled. She gave an experimental roll, grinding her cunt against his shaft, making them both whine at the friction. She reached between her legs and stroked him a few times before lining him up with her entrance. He was big, and she worried he wouldn't even fit, so she sank down slowly. Her body was more than willing though, more aroused than she'd ever been with a man and well prepared by him, so she was able to take all of him, whimpering as her thighs met his pelvis. She stayed still there for a moment, eyes closed in concentration as she took in how full she was and how good it felt.

Killer was meanwhile using all his willpower to not immediately thrust up into her, overwhelmed by how hot and wet she was sitting atop him, his cock entirely disappeared inside her. He gripped her thighs and groaned impatiently, desperate for her to move before his resolve could snap. Finally she opened her eyes again, suddenly feeling powerful as she looked down at the strong man underneath her. She rolled her hips with purpose, mouth falling open and moans spilling from her lips as she rode him, experimenting with a few different motions and hip angles before she found the one that felt the best for her.

“There you go,” Killer praised as his fingertips sunk into her thighs, “just like that, princess.”

Her moans synchronized with his grunts as she rolled her hips, Killer immensely turned on as he watched the way Nina took back her power and used him for her pleasure. Her hands ran over his chest, playing with his nipples and groping his pecks, before she leaned down and kissed him hard. “Kil,” she groaned, her energy fading, “fuck me, please.”

Killer planted his feet and thrust up into her, making her scream and bury her face against his shoulder. He gripped her ass and held her steady above him as he fucked up into her, her pussy making wet squelches as she whined against his neck, hot breath making his skin damp. She tangled her hands through his hair and pulled hard for support as her body was jostled, moaning directly in his ear, making it hard for Killer to not immediately cum. “Kil,” she huffed, “feels good, so close~”

“Cum for me, princess,” Killer groaned, “fuck, cum on my cock, please, I need it.”

“Ah, ah, cumming~” Nina cried, her cunt clamping down around Killer. He whined as he kept pumping her, trying to work her entirely through it, before pulling out and jerking himself off over his own stomach.

“Fuck,” he grunted as Nina collapsed against him, the two of them a panting mess as cum and sweat transferred between their bodies, Nina still twitching occasionally in her afterglow. She kissed his cheek tenderly as she came back to earth before he turned his face to meet her, the two of them sharing a intimate, gentle kiss, his hand running through her overgrown hair that was usually shaved short.

“Thank you,” she said softly as she nuzzled in to the crook of his neck, “for taking care of me, for being there. For trusting me with with your face.”

“Thank you for trusting me as well,” Killer kissed the side of her head, holding her tight to him, “the hard part is over, you're gonna be okay now.”

“Yeah, I think I am,” she agreed sleepily.

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nethhiri · 2 months ago

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Wire Tap

Summary: Nina lives out her biggest fantasy.

Warning: Sex (with Nina)

Giving our favorite pink possum punk what she deserves! This is my silly little story for @dissvicious just because I think Wire x Nina is hilarious and I love Nina so mf much. Based on some headcanons that Wire is really into conspiracies and crystals and horoscopes (and maybe he's a ghost writer for the News Coo: After Dark that has sex horoscopes (Whoroscopes)).

There was a knock full of regret at the door of the infirmary.

“Go away, Kid. I’m working. If it’s Killer, I’m free.”

“What if it’s neither?” Wire’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Nina narrowed her eyes with suspicion. “Come in. What do you want?”

Wire’s eyes shifted around the room, avoiding looking directly at the pink haired punk.

“Well? You gonna stand there and waste my time? Or ya gonna tell me what’s wrong”

Wire let out a sigh. “Nothing is wrong.” Then under his breath he added, “Except what I’m about to do.” He pulled a hand down his face, distorting his features for a brief moment. “It’s about my Whoroscope today.”

“If there’s something up your ass I’m gonna need to get out my step ladder.”

“No! Fuck, I knew you would be like this. Kid and Killer are too soft with their brats.”

“Excuse me?”

“Listen. Do you want to fuck or not? This is your one chance.”

“Huh?” Nina’s eyes went wide with surprise and curiosity.

“My Whoroscope said I had to try something new. And Kid wouldn’t let me shit on his chest so now my only option is to fuck a milf.”

“You were gonna shit on his chest?”

“That was the preferable option.”

“Fuck you!” Nina thought for a moment. “But if it will cause you that much torment… I’m in. Kid is fine with it?”

“His exact words were “ew no go fuck my wife instead”.”

“Aw he called me “wife”?” Nina grinned smugly to herself. "What about Killer?"

"Oh he didn't say anything. He was sucking Kid's dick."

Nina's eyebrows met in anger. "Without me!? Those fuckers. Now I'm definitely in. So how we doing this?" She gave Wire a once-over and quirked her eyebrow up.

Wire reached Nina in one step and tucked her under his arm like a small lapdog. "Very carefully."

He could barely feel her biting and scratching his arm as he carried her to his quarters, either because she was so tiny or because he was desensitized to biting and scratching, possibly both. Wire tossed her on his bed and Nina bounced a few times.

"Hey! What's your problem?! You have a lot of nerve!"

"If you want me to fuck you, shut up and behave." Wire shoved a piece of paper at her. "And read this."

Nina was puzzled with the form. "What the hell is this?"

"A release form. So you can't complain if I permanently disfigure your cervix."

Nina muttered under her breath. "Pretty sure Ozzy did that on the way out." She snatched the paper from his hands, made a face, and shoved it back at him. "This is just rules! I'm not fucking reading all that!"

Wire glowered at her. "Read it or no dick."

"I don't want it bad enough to read, dumbass." Nina flung the paper to the floor and bounced her butt to the edge of the bed so she could get down.

"You don't?" Wire palmed himself through the front of his thin spandex shorts, leaving little to Nina's imagination.

Nina did a double take at the outline of Wire's cock. She let out an irritated huff, stomped over to the discarded paper, and sat on the floor criss-cross applesauce to read it. Her eyes flicked between the words on the paper and Wire lying in his bed. It was increasingly harder to concentrate as Wire pulled out his cock and fisted himself, completely ignoring her. Nina whispered curses at him that only she could hear. The second she was finished reading, she popped up and jumped on the bed.

"Okay I'm done! Gimme!"

"Slow down, runt." Wire sat up on his elbows. "Do you want to be split in half?"

"Yes."

He sighed. He should have expected that answer. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he, instead, closed them and took a calming breath. When he opened them, Nina had already stripped all her clothes off and seemed to be sizing him up, trying to figure out how to mount him.

"You're not gonna be able to handle it without some prep first, brat."

For once, Nina agreed with Wire, but she wasn't about to admit that out loud.

"Fine." Nina crawled up the bed and grabbed Wire's hand, the one that wasn't playing with his shaft. She laid it flat on his thigh before grabbing his middle and ring finger and pointing those toward the ceiling. "Stay like that."

Wire's fingers were basically the same as a smaller than average cock on a normal size man. Nina held his wrist down and straddled his thigh, placing herself over his erect fingers. Nina didn't bother with spit. She knew she was plenty wet to slide down into Wire's palm. If she closed her eyes, it would be easy to imagine she was riding a normal guy instead of the hand of a pseudo-giant.

The banter was quickly lost. Neither of them spoke a word, focused intently on watching the other. Nina's eyes were glued to Wire pleasuring himself. Wire watched with much curiosity as Nina used his hand to get off. He couldn't recall a time when someone used him rather than the other way around. He wasn't opposed to it. Nina ground her hips into Wire's hand, eager to get off on the appetizer so she could get to the main course. She stared at Wire's cock and imagined riding it instead of just his fingers. The length was impressive, but the girth was the real treat. The thought alone had her clenching around Wire's fingers. A few more minutes of rolling her hips and she was cumming on them. Wire only had to put on a show for Nina and hadn't had to lift a finger to get her there, well, technically he lifted two.

"Okay! I'm ready!" As soon as the waves of pleasure subsided, Nina was tearing off Wire's shorts and fish nets. "Now, give me that horse cock."

Wire sucked her release from his fingers and held his cock in place for her. "Come and get it... if you think you can handle it, runt."

"I didn't take you for the pillow princess type."

Wire chuckled darkly. "I'm going to let you play with it. Then when you whine and cry that it's too much, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be begging for Killer and Kid to come save you."

"Fat chance," Nina scoffed. "I've had a baby bigger than your dick."

"Most are."

"Shut up." Nina shoved one of his fishnets in his mouth.

Nina scowled as she realized he was laughing at her through the gag. She would ignore him. It wasn't like she cared about him in this situation. She was going to use him like a sex doll. This was about her proving a point and getting off using a giant novelty cock. It was so hard to ignore him, though, with his stupid smug face.

Nina repositioned herself over him, lining her entrance up with the head of his cock. She lowered herself onto it, putting both her hands over his face, both for stability and so she didn't have to look at it. She could swear she felt his shaft twitch with the action. Nina tried not to give Wire the satisfaction of hearing her moan, but it was near impossible to hold to back when she sank down and felt the stretch. It was exactly how she imagined it would be. There was a slight sting, but it was pleasurable, being so full that her body had to accommodate to his girth. She could cum again simply thinking about it.

Wire's entire shaft couldn't be sheathed inside Nina's cunt, though she took more than either of them expected. This was turning out to be a much more pleasant experience than Wire anticipated. He unexpectedly liked being treated like an object. He was starting to understand Heat's point of view. Wire silently thanked Nina for shoving the fishnets in his mouth because he would never hear the end of it if she heard him make any kind of groan or grunt.

Nina bounced on Wire, her cervix using his cock as a pogo stick. Every delicious bump was making her cunt wetter and wetter. She reluctantly removed one of her hands from Wire's face to play with her clit. After this orgasm, she decided she would leave him with blue balls. Then he could come beg for sex from her for once. Nina's evil plan made her pussy clench. She bit her lip and groaned as she approached her climax. Unfortunately, just as she was about to finish, a cramp took hold of her leg.

"Ow! Ow ow ow! Fuck!" Nina growled.

Wire let out a smug laugh as he removed his gag. "Told ya you couldn't handle it."

"Fuck off. It's a cramp because your stupid dick is four feet off the ground and my legs are tiny."

"Want some help, runt? All you have to do is ask."

"No! I can do it."

Nina sucked in a breath and waited, letting the cramp subside. She went back to riding him, but again, as she approached orgasm, her body refused to cooperate. So this is why Killer was always harping on her to drink more water. Nina doubled over and rested her head on Wire's chest while the cramp cock blocked her. Still, she wouldn't relent. Nina waited a few minutes longer and then went right back to it. What was the old adage? If you fall off the horse cock, get right back on?

This time when she was about to get there, she felt two large hands on either side of her hips, assisting her movements. She was so close. Nina let her legs go to jelly as Wire took over. It felt too good to let her pride stop him. She wanted to cum on his fat cock so badly. He sat up and adjusted her so that his arms went under her knees and his hands were on her shoulders. She was folded in half on his lap. Now she was the one being used, yet she hardly cared. Wire used this new leverage to move Nina's cunt up and down his shaft. She was the perfect size to be a cocksleeve. It was no wonder Killer and Kid liked her so much. Surely it couldn't be her personality.

Wire brought her down increasingly faster and harder. They were both right on the edge of finishing. Wire knew better than to release inside her, so he needed to get her off before he could cum. Wire was not about to contribute to the number of Kid Pirate spawn in the world, especially not another one that was half Nina. Neither of them held back at this point. Both of them were covered in sweat and hurling half-hearted insults at the other in place of saying anything remotely arousing, trying to keep up their facade. Nina was grabbing at anything she could get ahold of, clawing at Wire's back and yanking on his cloak. Her head lolled back as she felt the fire in her belly start burning hotter. Nina grabbed the two antenna sticking out of Wire's hood and yanked it down over his face as she came with a scream.

"You stupid cockroach I told you I could handle it!" She yelled at him between pants. "I could fuck a real giant!"

Wire had just enough time to pull Nina off his cock before he shot his load over her stomach. Well, it should have been her stomach but with the angle and how small she was, it shot clean over her shoulder.

"Cunt's not even that good. Don't know what the fuss is about," Wire breathed, milking the last few drops of cum from his tip and falling back on his bed.

"Hey, Wire?"

"Yeah."

"Don't you write the Whoroscopes?"

#no kissing we do it like whores #kisses are reserved for her two true loves obviously #if she's OOC uhhhh it was all a dream sorry #one piece #one piece oc #oc x canon #wire one piece #x reader #bad bitch polycule

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nethhiri · 3 months ago

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The getting sunburnt together one got me good 😭💘

Also lmao Killer like “I have no fucking clue what’s she’s taking about 💘💘💘😍🥰”

Their dynamic is wholesome to me (as wholesome as Kid Pirates can be).

What kinds of activities do Kid/Killer/Nina like to do together and what things do Kid/Nina and Killer/Nina like to do separately? Like what’s “their” special thing? (I.e. chainsaw maintenance with Kid; painting the nursery perhaps with Killer)

💘I love your feral princess 💘

THANKS FRIEND !!! BIG SMOOCHES ON SHEN FROM ME AND NINA ❤️✨

When the three of them are together:

Smoking weed and zoning out on the deck, stargazing and long talks about the future, how life will be when Kid will be the pirate king etc, when pregnant talking about the baby, how they're going to be the most rad little punk of all the grand line

they love board games and TTRPG and it's always a big surprise for everyone to find out. Some new recruit knock on Kid door at midnight and he open dressed as a D&D orc "Oi, do quick we're on a date here" and Heat and Wire have to teach them to never disturb game nights

I like to think they do big cuddle piles and watch movies together on those den den projectors you can see in their base castle. Killer hold Kid under his arm and Nina is lying on their lap, occasionally stealing popcorns from Kid

KidNina

Definitely chainsaw maintenance indeed! Globally they love being around each other when the other one work

Nina like to sit on Kid workbench and toying with small metal pieces while he works, he teached them how to craft small items and she thinks it's very stimmy

On the other hand Kid loves spending time in the infirmary when there's no one around, or looking at her doing stitches on patients

They obviously do each other makeup, Nina help him a lot since he lose his arm, they do their nails and bitch around like two gossip girls 💅✨ Nina insist on giving him skincare routine, bitches don't shower a lot but they SLAY

I like to think they enjoy sewing/ making crafts, DIY or customizing their clothes together. They probably make fanzine, Nina would definitely do linocut and homemade embroided patches

Before her pregnancy they did a shitton of drinking game / truth or dare / stuff like this together

Kid will not admit it even with a gun pointing directly at his balls but: training Zap together and trying to teach him some tricks. Emphasize on trying

Napping together in a hammock on the upper deck and getting their white ass skin burn together ❤️

Kid love teaching Nina how to uses his guns btw. That's one of the rare moments she let him patronize her. Massive ego boost.

KillerNina

Not gonna break the Killer cliché, they like cooking together!

Nina is banned from trying to cook on her own but she's allowed to chop vegetables and hold him ingredients

They play music together too, Nina plays ukulele (Kid like to teases her by saying it's just a guitar adapted to her size) and harmonica . She likes to sing but she's very self conscious and don't do it in front of anyone else than Killer

Taking care of each other, pampering each other, Nina could spend her life just brushing Killer hair looking at the sea.

Globally domesticity and chores together, Nina loves helping Killer when he's on cleaning duty and he just loves having her around cause she has a willingness to help him she don't have with anyone else

Yapper / listener dynamic, they could spend hours where Nina is just talking about bones, comic books, animals, or anything else that passion them and Killer will look at them in awe without getting tired. Kid get bored in two minutes lmao

Weapon cleaning together, Killer sitting on the ground getting his punishers clean, Nina sitting on a barrel next to him whipping the blades of Pussy Slayer in a comfortable silence

KidKiller

Everything man, they're joined by the hip when one of them take a shit the other one is waiting at the door like a cat

Tho I think they love to spare and wrestle together, I think they only trust each other to push their limits and really make some progress. And it's foreplay too

Drinking beer and sharing old memories like an old married couple because that's what they are

#others ocs #bad bitch polycule

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wgwingguns · 4 months ago

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Chapter 3: The Wrath of a Woman

Powers: (Y/n) has powers of the Sut Sut No Mi. The Step Step Fruit. Which allows the user to walk on any surface and in mid air. Summary: (Y/n) Shristi also known as Captain Brig, a well known underground shipwright, has her own huge ship that harbors up to 8 other ships in docks that allow’s her crew to fix up other pirate ships that are in need of fixing or upgrades. (Y/n) who was a student under Dr Vegapunk for 8 years, after a tragic incident that caused her to lose both arms and legs. Dr Vegapunk took her in, gave her arms and legs prosthetics to allow the girl to walk and still be an adventurous teen, there (Y/n) learned and became a brilliant scientist and inventor. Back to the present where her mighty ship and mighty crew full of shipwrights, come across two struggling men in the sea, and then a whole crew and their ship split in half and in parts of their beloved vessel floating in the ocean…The Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates…How strange. Note: So this is after Law and Bepo escape Blackbeard, and Kid and his crew is fucking decimated from Shanks. Enjoy lovelies!! This is def not following the canon events- WC: 3.5k

“(Y/n)! Please hold still, you know what could happen while you move while I’m trying to get your nerves connected!” Lilith would scowl at (Y/n). There she laid on the operating table grumbling softly as Lilith worked on her right arm trying to make sure that the nerves could connect to the metal arm, so finally she could have feeling and control of arms better. “Thank you Brig..” she would sigh as she would finally get the last wire connected and suddenly pain would shoot through her right arm. Brig leaning forward and gasping heavily, her metal arm now connected to her nerves clenching and tearing into the bed below her.

The world was spinning, a high ringing in her ears. “T-To loud!” (Y/n) would let out a broken scream of a sob. Her shaky legs moving as her stilted feet would be placed on the ground as she would try to stand. Her eyes shook as the world continued to spin.

“(Y/n)! PLEASE! You need to sit down!” Lilith would yell, quickly making it to her side trying to get her to sit back down. But suddenly (Y/n) would hunch over puking, everything that she had eaten that day gone from her stomach. “S-Shit! Dr! BRIG ISNT LISTENING GET IN HERE!” Lilith would yell for Dr. Vegapunk the man himself. With that the man himself would run in quickly trying to calm down (Y/n).

(Y/n)’s breathing heavy as she cried out, nose and mouth covered in puke. Suddenly the world would fade into black as she would pass out in Lilith’s and Vegapunk’s arms, as they would quickly lay back onto the table.

“Damnit Lilith! I told you to put her to sleep while she does it!” The dr would yell looking over at Lilith with rage and concern in his eyes.

“She said she could handle it! I felt bad about putting her under when she didnt want to be put under!” Lilith would yell back. The body of (Y/n) passed out on the table, finally the soft yellow glow emitting from her arm.

(Y/n) ontop of the huge cannon smiling wickedly. “Alrighty boys girls and nonbinary hoes! LETS LIGHT SHIT UP!” she would scream and with that the whole crew would scream in roars of glee and joy. Kid’s eyes were wide at the sight of this huge cannon that (Y/n) stood upon. Law’s eyes even wider already knowing that this cannon would do some good damage to the marine’s ships.

With that, both Yael and Angus would quickly step forward jumping over the railing to also land ontop of the cannon with Captain Brig. Only a bloodthirsty look on (Y/n)’s face as she stared down the marine ships. In the distance, distant booms sounded as cannonballs were being fired at the Shipwright’s Brig. WIth a quick spring of her legs, (Y/n) would take to the air quickly running, the thrusters on the back of her calves coming to life, as her speed built up quickly.

A cannonball nearing towards her, but with a quick movement, turning herself away and onto her side, putting her foot out, the cannonball would make contact and with a bright flash from her calves, the cannonball is sent back even faster back at the marines. Then in the distance the marine ship in the middle, there’s a loud explosion as a huge cloud of smoke emits from the front of the sinker. “Good one Brig!” Yael would smile as it seemed like she was working on the cannon with Angus, seemingly getting it fired up and ready.

Falling back down towards the ship she would land on the side of the mast, crouched as she looked up over at the marines seeing the damage she did, the wicked smile on her face growing even more. “READY THE CANNONS AND WALL SHIELDS!” (Y/n) would bark orders down at the crew. A man close to Kid would smile looking at him.

“Alrighty! When I tell you to pull that lever that you are infront of, pull it!” the man with a woman loading up a cannon. Kid would nod his head lookin at the lever before him before looking back at the man ready to pull it when he says so. A few cannonballs nearing the side of the ship that kid was on and the man would scream at kid to pull the lever now. Kid quickly grabbed the lever and pulled it, the sound of rumbles would come from his feet and infront of him, as suddenly a large thick sheet of metal would quickly shoot out, reclining backwards and then sending the cannonballs back and splashing into the water. Kid’s eyes wided upon seeing this mechanism. It was fucking bloody brilliant. Kid couldn’t help but let out a joyous belly gut laugh.

Brig’s eyes looking down at Kid and smirking upon seeing his reaction to their defense mechanism on their ship. The ship, full speed now heading towards the marines. All the smaller cannons pointed towards the marine ships on the left and right, then firing, with the help of Killer, WIre, and Heat. The huge series of cannonballs firing at the marines, most of them hitting the marine ships, explosions seen from where they were, the mast of the left marine ship, crumbling and falling over, causing the ship to tilt and start to sink slowly. “ONE DOWN! TWO TO GO!” Brig would laugh hopping down from where she was on the side of the mast back onto the cannon, now crouched in a feral position, that wicked smile of hers still not gone.

To be honest, she loved death. She loved hearing the cries of men in the distance as their ship began to sink, the men trying to board onto another ship but failing. Her sharp eyes staring down and watching men sink and drown. Oh how she could just have an orgasm from that. “AGAIN! GET THOSE CANNONS LOADED FASTER! WATCH OUT FOR MORE INCOMING FIRE!” she would bark. Law couldn’t help but watch as the crew swiftly got ready for the next firing of their cannons, and effortlessly listened to Captain Brig. A fire in every single crewmate’s eyes as they fought for their home, their ship, for their Captain.

In the distance more booms rang across the sky, and the series of cannonballs were headed towards them, and with quick thinking, multiple of the thick metal sheet walls would pop up, reclining backwards and sending the cannonballs back, some hitting the marine ships, and some hitting into the water. A loud crack would fill the air as one of the barrier walls would snap and start falling down towards the crew, but with quick thinking Kid using his devil fruit powers, would catch the large sheet of metal before landing and squashing any poor crewmates.

Kid smirking a sinister smile, and with a strong wave of his flesh hand, the sheet of metal would go flying towards the right marine ship, hitting it on the base, causing loud cracks and slowly it began to sink. “GOOD ONE KID!” Angus would laugh as he continued to work on the large cannon with Yael.

“Alright! Time to wipe these fuckers!” Brig would smile as Yael and Angus would back away giving her a thumbs up. Suddenly Brig's yellow and blue eyes would move, the lines in her eyes moving as she would coordinate calculations, slowly the cannon moving to point towards the last standing marine ship. With a quick nod of her head, her glasses would fall down into place over her eyes and nose, Brig placing her hands on the cannon crouched down. The sounds of her arms doing a cling, as her arms adjust, the metal moving and letting out smoke, and with a quick flash from her hands the cannon would fire, a loud boom and causing the whole ship to jolt a bit. (Y/n)’s whole body would jolt with the cannon but staying tightly in place. That wilde crazed smile would widen even more seeing the whole marine ship before them explode up in smoke and flames. The Shipwright’s crew let out victorious roars seeing the last ship go down.

Kid’s and Killer’s eyes were just wide upon seeing such a strong cannon, that only they can assume that (Y/n) had built this weapon. Brig’s arms would make a cling sound again as steam and smoke is emitted from her arms and legs. Standing at full her covered eyes stared down where the Maine ships went down, that sick sadistic smile still plastered on her face.

Law could only just stare before his eyes would look over landing on (Y/n). Why was she killing these Marines in such a brutal way? That sadistic smile hides something deep. That smile was of nothing full of pleasure or want. It was a need, the need for death. Seeing her stand fully upright once again she would roll her head side to side a few joints popping as she did. The stress more evidently seen in her shoulders, being on top of a huge cannon that jolts the whole ship, can definitely cause irritation and discomfort to one's body.

The Shipwright’s Brig now nearing the sunken marine ships, dead bodies floating, pieces of wood, the sails slowly being brought down into the depths of the water. (Y/n) on top of the cannon looked down until she would growl lowly, moving and landing on the side of the ship and grabbing w struggling body and throwing it up onto the deck. It was a young marine man, still alive but heavily injured. Severe burns across his body, his pale skin almost practically black due to almost being burnt alive. Brig climbing back into the deck would approach the struggling marine who was all but crying. Brig would kneel down still towering over this man looking down at him.

Pushing up her sunglasses to her forehead with a single metal clawed finger, her intense orange and blue eyes stared down at the man. “So boy,” she spat with venom “tell me! What's the latest news in the Marines?” she would smile, grabbing the man's head resulting in the man screeching out in pain. “Oh hush now! Tell me and we can get this done and over with!” The man would cry, tears leaving his eyes as he would weakly look up at (Y/n) with burnt crusted eyelids.

“B-besides the f-four new emperors of the sea, B-Buggy the clown! B-Buggy the clown made the cross guild with the Mihawk-hawk and C-Crocodile!” The man would cry out trying to lift his broken arm to get the strong Captain's hold off his head, but to no avail. “A-and.. T-The Sea S-Snake has k-killed another few Marines… “ the man's words would start to falter as his life was slipping.

The large she-captain would roll her eyes looking down at the man, as slowly his life began to leave his eyes. His breathing erratic as suddenly his breathing stopped fully. “Wonderful news… “ she would stand, dragging the man by his head to the side railing of the ship and tossing him overboard into the great waters of the Grand Line.

Kid’s and Law's crew stood silent as they watched the scene that had unfolded before them. This woman was vicious but playful. What a dangerous type of woman to ever exsist. “Anyways! Tonight my ladies and gentlemen and non-binary hoes! WE CELEBRATE!” the crew would let out another victorious cry out, cheering, wooping, claps, and some of the shipwrights high-fiving one another.

It was like she said. A party would be held and the whole galley was full of everyone partying, eating, and drinking happily. Even the kitchen workers are out and about partying happily. (Y/n) was even there for once sitting at a table at the base of the stairs where the most trusted people of the ship sat with her drinking. Yael, Angus, the commander in charge of supplies, 2 commanders in charge of the shipwright’s, and finally Umai and the head chef, Metto. All 8 of them sat at the table laughing loudly at one another, yelling at one another in a drunk stupor.

Brig’s head would turn to Kid and his commanders. “OI! You fucking brutes get your asses over here!” she would laugh, a red tint to her cheeks showing that the alcohol deffinently making her incredibly drunk. Kid would roll his eyes and make his way over with his commanders and sit down next to the Shipwright commanders and (Y/n). “Not gonna lie. Yall did great out there today! Had me fuckin’ impressed with that devil fruit powers of yers’, throwing that metal sheet at the marines and watching them fuckin’ panic was fuckin’ GREAT.” she would roar laughing, hunching over a bit as while slamming her fist down against the table.

Kid couldn’t help but let that smug smirk be placed on his lips. “Well, it's what the fucking bastards deserve.” Brig would nod, smiling and motioning to some empty chairs.

“Sit you fuckin’ wanks, celebrate drink, relax have fun!” (Y/n)’s pale yellow and blue eyes would stare down Kid, but instead of the bitchy snark look she gave, it was a true look of gratefulness. Kid would instantly take the offer sitting down next to the larger male Angus, while Killer sat next to him but also next to Umai. Umai having a straw going up under her mask sipping her drink happily. Heat and Wire would sit next to Yael and (Y/n). “Where the fuck is your bud, Laaawww?” (Y/n) would quip looking dead first into Kid's eyes once again.

“From what I've heard, he's not one for crowded areas.” Killer would speak for Kid, not really wanting Kid just to speak shit about Law. The she-captain would simply nod her head, raising her whiskey bottle to her lips and taking a sip before setting it back down letting out a soft hum while feeling that nice smooth burning sensation down her throat.

“Understandable, knowing that man and his background.” (Y/n) would lean back into her chair kicking her stilted bionic feet up resting them on top of the table, raising her hands behind her head to rest them there. “So small chat, what the Marine said.” All the commanders and guests at the table, eyes would snap to the serious looking bionic female's face. “The Crossguild is something we could look into for needed supplies. Maybe we can make ourselves look like a small business to buy shit from them, worth a fucking shot.” Upon hearing the serious tone from his captain, Angus would nod his head noting what he needed to do tomorrow adding it on to his normal task list as well. “Now the Sea Snake? Damn, is she getting good at her job.”

Kid would raise an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. “Who the fuck is Sea Snake?”

Yael would simply smirk “Supposedly, a marine gone mad, killing Marines as well. Takes parts of the commander's navy jackets and adds them to her own jacket that is FULL them.” Yael would cackle. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile, shaking her head at Yale's words. Though this Sea Snake was interesting to say the least to Kid and his commanders. “BUUTT, that's what people say. We can only go off by what they say. We normally stay on the ship for months before docking again. Then to add on, with how well we stay hidden we hardly hear news of the world and what's going on.” Yael would sigh, grabbing her large mug of ale and chugging a bit of it before setting it back down.

“Yael is right.” Angus would speak gruffly looking over at Kid and Killer next to him. “Hope you guys are used to being out at sea for a while. Might be a while before we can dock again.” Kid's and Killer's attention on Angus he spoke to them.

Kid would simply just nod his head rolling his eyes. “We normally fucking are.” Angus would smile nodding his head mumbling a soft ‘good’ under his breath. (Y/n)’s face now relaxed and calmed, all was on her face was a smile and closed eyes. Kid's eyes trailed over her metal stilted feet and legs, including her arms too. The work and details into the prosthetics was insane. Better than any work he's seen before. How exactly did she make them work the way she wanted to? It definitely wasn't her devil fruit powers. He himself has to use his devil fruit powers to make his metal arm, stay together, and to move and function. So how?

“So…Captain Brig. How the fuck do you work your metal prosthetics?” Kid's intense amber eyes would stare at the female before him who seemed completely relaxed. Slowly her right eye would open showing the pale orange eyes with a cross-air staring back at him. A smirk rising to her lips.

“That is a wonderful question, Captain Kid” she would slowly sit up, setting her right foot down to the ground. Reaching forward with her metal hands, pulling up her left pant leg all the way up to her upper knee. It would show where her metal leg ends at a thick metal part connecting to her actual flesh right below the knee. Her fingers would press into some button on the back of the metal band and with a soft hiss and crunch, she would twist and pull her metal leg off. Setting it on the table before Kid and pushing it towards him. Kid's eyes wide with wonder. As he would reach forward grabbing the leg and holding it up to his face looking over the fine details of metals, wires, and engravings. Kid's eyes then flick back up to the metal part ending at her left leg.

“So can you take that shit off too?” Kid would look at where the leg connects to a socket and wires that are partially sticking out ready for connection again.

“Nope!” She would pop the P.

“Why the fuck not?” Kid's eyes meeting hers once again, the metal stilted leg in his hands still.

“It's kinda hard to remove a metal plate that's connected to my skin tissue, muscles, veins, nerves, and bone.” She would smirk. Kid's eyes would widen as his eyes would look back at the metal plate stump. “pretty much is keeping me able to control my leg as if it was a real one. But if I have it connected, wherever anyone touches it will send the familiar feeling of being touched to my senses, so pretty much it is my real leg but not. The same goes for my arms.” She would shrug her shoulders, arms crossed across her chest.

Kid would grumble, setting the leg back down onto the table and pushing it back to her. Once the metal prosthetic leg was close to her stump, the wires from the leg would reach out connecting to her stump, pulling it together and with the same hiss but pop this time, her leg back in place. The yellow lights came back to life as she would move her leg with ease off the table. “Did.. Did you fucking make these?” Kid's eyes pretty much staring daggers at her. She would nod her head.

“I did, but these aren't my first pair. This is my 10th pair. My first pair was made by the man who taught me everything. My third pair was from the same man and some of his people, who managed to figure out how to connect it to my body, so I could move it more freely and feel things again since I was robbed of that pretty young.” She would grumble. “But after the first five he provided me, at that point I had already started to learn what I needed to do to make them and the knowledge. It's just been upgrades one after another and getting better with each one. So I have a few different types of feet stilts, just feet that I use for combat or being docked at a town. Then I have different types of arms and hands. Like the CLAW or the BRUTE. Claw is a hand that's able to heat up and be able to cut through anything and do some serious damage. The Brute allows me to punch faster and harder with thrusters on the back of the hand.” She would pick up her drink once again, taking a few greedy gulps of it before setting it back down.

Heat's and Wire's attention was now strictly on (Y/n) upon hearing what she said. Being robbed of it while young? Her arms and legs? Man was that just fucked up. “But that's a story you all don't need to hear. Anyways! Party time!” she would laugh standing up and raising her glass to the air and the whole galley filled with everyone lifting their mugs cheering loudly in unison.

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