#line's self indulgent otp kinktober

[thegrandlinesimp]

Bit humorous this one at the start, gets hotter I promise…then funnier again.

Killer would admit it, wholeheartedly, truthfully, with no sense of shame whatsoever.

Kid’s ass, was a gift from god.

Not terribly flat, but also not stupidly big, a large portion of its curvature to do with muscle rather than fat.

Simply put, perfection.

He tried his best to not to tease Kid too often, wanting nothing more than to grip that firm ass with both hands and massage it till the redhead was a panting, needy mess. There was the odd slap every now and then whenever they passed alone in the ship’s corridors, making Kid jump, sometimes even a yelp if Killer caught him deep in thought. His face would flush and he’d glare over his shoulder at the blonde, a knowing smirk on his scarlet lips.

He was rather demanding those nights during sex as well.

It was a drunken confession that led to tonight, tipsy, slurred words of ‘I wanna fuck your ass’ that prompted Kid to laugh - swaying on his feet - and say he already did, all the time.

“Nah, nah,” Killer huffed as he waved him away, face warm and seeing doubles of his fingers, taking another swig of liquid courage, he continued, “‘s like…thighs!”

“Eh?” Kid had groaned, perplexed and a little wobbly as he slumped down beside Killer on the bed.

“Or…” Killer paused, trying really hard to think, staring at the nearly empty bottle in his grasp, before gasping, face lighting up as if he’d figured out the meaning of life itself, “like a titjob!”

Kid had fallen back cackling.

Now though, a week later, and the redhead had offered for Killer to…indulge, as he’d so eloquently put it, right in the middle of a heated make out session. He was a little sceptical, to be completely honest. It wasn’t his birthday, it certainly wasn’t their anniversary, but then it struck Killer as to why Kid was so eager to go for it.

It was new.

The young man had at first been weary of trying new things in the bedroom, though to be fair the first non-vanilla thing the two of them had done was tying the redhead up and Killer fucking him to the point of tear inducing overstimulation. Something they’d done many times since then, though looking back probably not the gentlest introduction to BDSM. That, compiled with the twisted upbringing in the brothel he was born in gave him a rather sketchy view on sex and all its aspects. But, by and by, Kid had come to quickly realise that anything ‘new’ - bedroom wise - really meant ‘exciting’ and not ‘pain-filled-scream-inducing’ like he’d been taught at the brothel.

Hence the eagerness with which the redhead had pulled his pants down, handing Killer the lube with that giddy grin on his face, laying down on his front with his chin resting on his folded hands.

The blonde hummed, quirking an eyebrow in amusement, “You may want to grip the bed, this isn’t a massage, and I don’t plan on going easy on you.”

Kid’s grin just broadened, “Promises, promises,” he chuckled, but still rearranged his hands to firmly grip the sheets.

After all, Killer had given Kid every reason to trust him when it came to sex, and every other part of their lives, he wasn’t about to betray that trust just to see his egotistical captain squawk and scramble; unless he was being punished, of course.

Killer made a little show of taking his pants off, shimmying his hips a little from side to side to help the tight fabric down, cock slapping hard against his stomach once it was freed from his boxers. The seemingly tiny display didn’t go unnoticed by the redhead, who had rolled onto his side to idly stroke himself as he leered at his first mate.

“Such a tease,” Kid growled, still smirking at him, breath shuddering as he rubbed his thumb over the slit of his dick.

“Says you,” he growled right back, grabbing a pale hip and shoving Kid back onto his front, the redhead grunted and quickly moved his arm back into a comfortable position, “I could come from just watching you.”

“Pervert,” Kid laughed, a sound that never failed to make Killer’s heart ache as he smiled.

He huffed and bit back a retort, desperate for his prize, climbing onto the bed to straddle the back of Kid’s thighs. The position was rather familiar as Kid loved it when all the weight of his partner bore down on his back, pressing him into the mattress as he was fucked from behind, something he was very verbal about. Killer squirted some lube onto his palm and began to lather up his cock, letting out a sigh of relief from the friction. He pries Kid open with one hand, causing the other to grunt and shift under him, and pours a bit more lube between this cheeks.

“Shit,” Kid hissed as he gave a full body shiver.

“Don’t worry,” Killer said, he watched with bated breath as some lube trickled down over Kid’s taint, “I’ll warm you up soon.”

He recapped the lube and tossed it onto the other side of the bed. Killer took his cock in hand, rubbing the tip against the cleft of Kid’s ass, before both dragging and pressing down. With all the lube he slotted easily between the redhead’s warm cheeks, and he sighed in relief.

“Feel okay?” He asked, he knew he wasn’t hurting his partner, but that didn’t mean he was about to neglect his comfort.

“Yeah,” Kid huffed, he rocked his hips back and Killer bit back a moan, “feels odd, but a good odd.”

“Gonna start moving then,” Killer braced his hands on either side of Kid’s waist, the bed dipped, creaking in protest from his added weight on that spot.

“You promised you’d be rough,” Kid said, craning his neck to grin up at the blonde, “you better keep it.”

Those hungry red eyes looking up at him, body so pliant and needy beneath him, it always sent a rush of power through Killer’s body. Kid could get off with plenty of other people, had done so both with and without his partner there, but only Killer could make him submit so completely.

“Of course,” he ran his fingers up Kid’s strained throat, nails dragging over his Adam’s apple and the other man let out a shaky sigh.

He traced the line of Kid’s jaw, thumb coming up to run along the curve of his ear, before grasping a handful of scarlet locks and shoving his face down, setting a brutal pace with his hips.

“Emph, fuck yes!” His captain moaned, voice muffled by the pillow.

Killer grunted, bracing both hands back on the bed and rutting down against Kid’s ass. It felt sinfully wrong, taboo and different, to be honest this was something he’d never done himself, too embarrassed to ask the odd hookups he had before Kid. The firm feeling of the redhead’s glutes tensing around his cock, the needy little grunts and huffs of the man beneath him, not quite getting the stimulation to near lose his voice but enough to find pleasure in it all.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

Maybe, with the way Kid was both enjoying himself, yet not receiving the blinding pleasure his body craved, this would make a good punishment in the future.

Killer groaned at the thought, Kid tied up and blindfolded beneath him as he rutted against his ass. Yes, a perfect idea. He sat fully upright, with his partner whining - no doubt at the loss of pressure on his back - and grabbed his ass, pressing both cheeks harder together. He pounded hard and merciless, the bed creaking and groaning in protest at the assault. Kid tensed beneath him as he shouted with a full body tremble, most likely finding his end from the friction of the sheets against his cock. He’d have to add a cockring if it was going to be an effective punishment, his breath hitching at the mental image of Kid writhing beneath him, begging to come with tears rolling down his cheeks, he could spank his pale ass too.

The bed gave a unnatural squeak, but Killer ignored it, too lost in his fantasy to care.

He really should have cared.

Crack.

“Kil?!”

Snap!

The two men shouted, Killer losing the tight hold on his climax and coming hard as the bed folded in the middle, slightly ruining his orgasm as his cock slipped from between Kid’s cheeks. He gave two more wild thrusts before stilling, cock already limp and his heart pounding in his ears.

They’d broken the bed…

Kid began to shake beneath him, and Killer tensed, worry coiling in his chest; he had gone quite overboard, did he hurt the young captain?!

He relaxed as Kid flung his head back and roared with laughter, “Oh my god we finally did it! We broke this old piece of shit!”

He sounded incredibly pleased with the whole thing, Killer couldn’t help but bury his face into those wild red locks, body trembling as he wheezed and laughed along with his lover.

It took a few minutes for them to calm down, then Kid glanced back at Killer, their eyes locking with one another for a split second, and they were off again, cackling away.

[thegrandlinesimp]

In honour of Kid’s birthday, I give you how Killer celebrated Kid’s 21st with his beloved captain!

And massive shout out to @kerokerogecko for the lingerie ideas, she is no.1 Killer simp and knew exactly what would look good on him!

(But in red)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Killer being a shy bean and some good ol’ ass eating/dick sucking

Killer stared at himself in the mirror, tugging a little at the delicate lace hugging his right hip.

He looked ridiculous.

It had been on a whim he’d bought the lingerie set, how could he not, what with the scarlet shade of the material that matched the hair of his lover so perfectly. It had called to him like a siren in the fog from the moment he’d seen it in the shop window. Though, the one he’d seen was made for a more petite frame, but he just had to go in and see if he could get one for himself.

The…person(?) minding the shop - someone he could only describe as an okama - was more than accomodating, if not a bit nosy, “Ohh, I’m pretty sure I saw you down at the docks yesterday with that hot redhead, I’m guessing this is for him, hmmm?”

It wasn’t often Killer was overly grateful for his mask, but from the way his face heated up, this was one of those times.

“Go get ‘im, sweetie!” The shopkeeper had cooed, waving after him as Killer made his hasty escape with his newest purchase.

He had nothing against overly feminine men, had slept with more than a few before he started dating Kid and a couple since, it was just the bubbly-ness that made the normally stoic man uneasy.

Now, a few weeks later and out at sea, Killer had snuck away from Kid’s twenty-first birthday party to prepare his gift. His face burned deeper than it had back at the shop, idly wondering if he should just take it off and forget the whole thing. In the near three years they’d been dating, they’d never done anything to do with lace or lingerie before now, so he didn’t even know if Kid would like it. Personally, Killer liked it, least, he’d like it on Kid. The blonde had slept with a few women who’d worn lingerie back on the island Doc had raised them on, though nothing as elaborate at what he was wearing. He had loved the soft feeling of it against his skin, and the ones who wore matching stockings who didn’t mind keeping them on? Heaven. Soft, silky smooth against his waist and back as they wrapped their legs around him. The ones who wanted to take the stockings off, he did it for them, carefully dragging the delicate fabric down their legs with his teeth.

Okay, so, maybe Killer had a bit of a lingerie kink.

But wearing it? Oh, it felt just as heavenly, the smooth lace hugging his muscular frame in all the right places. Cupping his chest and rubbing his nipples with every breath, pressing into his hips in a delicate belt that was connected to his stockings, barely holding them up on his thick thighs. Then there was the light choker around his throat, connected to the bra, that tingled the sensitive skin of his neck. Though he still felt silly, having to constantly readjust his gradually hardening length to fit it under the only bit of clothing that wasn’t sheer, especially now that it was beginning to strain and tent from his own nervous excitement.

He’d heard the sounds of the near ten hour party slowly dying down around the time he’d been applying Kid’s lipstick to himself, silently hoping Kid wasn’t too drunk to preform tonight. He did tell his captain he had a special surprise for him waiting in their cabin, and from the hungry glint in Kid’s eyes, he’d gotten the message.

Killer reached for Kid’s spare coat, careful to not get the golden spikes caught on the delicate material covering his pectorals and shoulders. He climbed into the bed, pulling the coat tight around his body and hiding his stocking covered legs under the sheets. He checked he had everything, lube, water, massage oil, all accounted for. Shifting a bit to lean on one hand, while keeping the coat closed with the other and doing his trying to give his best bedroom eyes, he waited.

It for wasn’t long, thankfully. The heavy boot steps of his captain getting louder and louder - muffled by the near soundproof walls Kid had installed while building the ship - before stopping outside the locked door. The sound of the lock clunking out of place made his heart skip a beat, body tensing as he gave a quick glance down to check the coat was still covering everything.

The door slowly opened with a creak, the young captain poking his head in, gaze immediately zeroing in on the bed, and a grin spreading across his face as he stepped into the room, “Ooh, a wrapped present, lucky me!”

The door was closed and locked in a second, Kid quickly striding towards him, all eager and excited, like a child eyeing a new shiny toy. Killer frowned, shifting to lift his hand off the bed and stop the near charging redhead, who froze, perplexed.

“Shower.”

“Aw, c’mon babe, it’s my birthday,” Kid said with a playful pout, going to lean and kiss his partner.

Killer shoved his face away, getting red lipstick smeared over his palm, “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you stick your dirty dick in my ass.”

The young man paused, eyes widening with glee, “Wait, I can top?”

“It’s your birthday,” the blonde sighed, grip tightening on his borrowed coat, “you can do whatever you want with me, so long as it’s within my limits, and,” he eyes flashed as he glared, “so long as you shower.”

“Be right back,” Kid was gone, darting towards their private bathroom, throwing his clothes off as he went and only had his pants, socks and one boot on by the time he rounded the corner to the shower.

“I’ll know if you’ve washed properly!” Killer called out.

“Whatever!” Kid shouted over a loud clanging sound, the force of the shower being turned on so suddenly causing the pipes to rattle within the walls.

The blonde sighed, corner of his mouth curving up slightly as he shook his head, checking once again he had everything.

Kid, at the very least, took a decently long shower, coming back out with his hair still dripping, welding goggles hanging from his fingertips. God he always looked so good with his hair down, disheveled and rugged, with that cocky smirk glinting at him.

Being shirtless - water droplets still clinging to the curve of his muscles - wasn’t helping dull Killer’s arousal either.

“Saw the oil and thought I’d have the decency to put my pants on,” Kid said, placing his goggles on the map table in the middle of the room, he stalked over to Killer, slowly leaning over him, grinning, “since you’re offering.”

He hummed, nodding his head, face flushed, too turned on to speak. Kid went to move behind him, and Killer carefully pulled his legs off the bed so they stayed under the covers, the stockings only being bared once he stood. Kid had already flopped down on his front, head turned to the side, resting on a pillow that he folded his arms under.

He’d even closed his eyes, a little smile on his crimson stained lips, lipstick a little smugged from before.

Killer’s heart fluttered as he moved to straddle the back of the young captain’s thighs. He was the only one who ever got to see Kid like this, calm, guard down, vulnerable. Knowing all the unsavoury details about his rough up bringing, it was an honour in the blonde’s eyes for his partner to bare his back so casually to him. There were fleeting moments during their shared trysts with random strangers that Killer felt the ugly - yet faint - pang of jealousy, but it was these tender moments he was reminded of a very important fact.

Kid’s eyes and hands would wander, sure, but his heart never did.

Feeling bold, he took the coat off, tossing it to the floor with a crumpled thud.

“Hmm, a naked massage?” Kid hummed, still not opening his eyes, though his smile morphed into a grin, “Lucky me.”

Killer chuckled, ‘Not quite,’ he thought to himself, reaching for massage oil.

With those ghastly pants still on, Killer was able to rest his stocking covered calves against Kid’s legs. He poured a decent amount of oil on his captain’s back, the redhead shivering and grunting at the cold liquid hitting his skin. Killer got to work, starting up at Kid’s pale, broad shoulders, kneading into the tight muscles on either side of his neck.

The man under him groaned, “Fingers are fucking magic, Kil.”

The blonde chuckled, “That, or you need to stop challenging every member of the crew to an arm wrestling match every time we have a party.”

Kid grunted, “Eh, gotta remind ‘em who’s boss.”

“I don’t think you have to, they respect you enough.”

Kid just hummed, melting into the bed as Killer slowly worked his way down the younger man’s back, fingers pressing, unwinding knotted muscles and turning his captain into putty.

“Fucking hell, that’s gooood,” Kid slurred, hands no longer under the pillow but relaxed by his sides, face half buried in the soft fabric as a result, “spoiling me, aren’t ya?”

Killer just hummed, rubbing firm little circles on the redhead’s lower back, making him groan and bury his face fully into the pillow, hips arching slightly. The blonde bit his tongue, cock hard and straining against the little thong he was wearing, every light grunt and moan Kid gave was getting him terribly hot and bothered. Through it all he just chewed on his lip or tongue, cock nudging against Kid’s ass every now and then as he desperately resisted the need to grind down.

“You done?” Kid mumbled, “‘Cause I really wanna just turn over and have you ride me.”

“A tempting offer,” Killer said as his body clenches in anticipation, “but I need prepping.”

“Alright, I rollover and you ride my fingers first?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, “So lazy.”

Kid hummed, “‘S my birthday, and you’re already pampering me.”

He could hear the smirk in the younger man’s voice, he rolled his eyes, knowing Kid was going to be particularly bratty in bed for the next couple of weeks.

Nothing Killer couldn’t fuck out of him and back into submission of course.

He climbed off the redhead, who shifted on his hands and knees to reach for the bottle of lube before rolling over.

“Better fucking rock my wor-w-w-…” Kid’s jaw dropped as he laid eyes on Killer.

Killer’s face burned, ducking his head with a faint smile on his scarlet lips, “Happy birthday, Kid.”

“…Is that’s my lipstick?”

“Y-yes,” he heart plummeted as he flinched, “I- sorry, I didn’t ask-”

“C’mere,” the redhead growled, all but tackling him to the bed.

Killer landed on his back with a grunt, face as red at the fabric that rubbed against his nipples and rode up his ass as he looked up at his partner. Kid was staring at him, hungry eyes roving his body, fingers brushing over every little inch of fabric they could reach, one hand coming to rest his chest and the other on his aching length. He gasped as a thumb ran up his clothed cock from base to tip.

“Fucking hell,” Kid whispered, breathless as he stared down at Killer with wide eyes, “shit, you look- you-…”

“Ridiculous, I know,” the blonde said with a roll of his eyes, touching his chin to his chest.

“Incredible,” the redhead growled, pressing the thick tent in his pants to Killer’s thong, “I’m fucking rock hard just looking at you.”

Killer groaned at the touch, bucking his hips up.

“Forget riding me,” Kid panted as he continued to rock his hips, grinding their clothed cocks together, “gonna fuck you like this, want you all under me, feeling it all over me, fuck.”

“You sure? It looks like you’re gonna come in your pants any second,” Killer chuckled through his heavy breathing.

“Sh-shut up,” his partner snapped, still rutting against him like an animal in heat, “fuck, shit, fine, lemme fuck your mouth, then I’ll get you prepped.”

Killer curled a leg around Kid’s hips, grabbing him by the shoulders and flipping the two of them over, the redhead landing on his back with a winded grunt.

“Or,” he purred, leaning down till his lips were almost touching his captain’s, “I suck you off like this.”

Kid shivered, groaning, “Alright, but I’m still taking you on your back.”

“Deal,” Killer said as he undid the redhead’s blue sash, tossing it to the side where it fluttered onto the pillows at the head of the bed.

He shuffled further down Kid’s body, pulling off those gaudy pants as he went, unable to suppress a smirk when he saw the other had forgone any underwear.

“So eager,” he hummed, shoving the eyesore of clothing off the bed.

Kid smirked back, spreading his legs and crossing his hands under his head, cock standing erect, bobbing slightly from the blood pulsing through it, “Can’t help it when you’re looking so damn delicious.”

Killer ducked his head, clearing his throat as he tried to will away his blush. He settled himself on his front between Kid’s legs, the thick scent of arousal coming off his cock hitting him suddenly, making his stomach clench with want. With a soft moan he licked a slow stripe up the underside of the shaft, ending with a light suck on the head, which Kid grunted at, fingers threading through his long golden hair. Killer hummed, going to sink his head down, eager to get the redhead off so he could.

“Wait,” Kid gasped just as Killer had taken the tip on his cock into his mouth, “come sit on my face while you suck me off.”

“So demanding tonight,” he huffed in feigned annoyance, though he couldn’t help but like the bossy side of Kid, especially when he sounded so needy.

“Can’t fucking help it,” Kid muttered, stroking himself and watching as Killer took his thong off, “you’re covered in my colour.”

The blonde smirked, “Why do you think I bought this?” He chuckled, tossing the thong so it landed on Kid’s face.

The redhead scrambled to grab the fabric, burying his nose into the he crotch area and taking a deep breath, fisting his cock as he groaned.

Killer growled, gripping the pale wrist, “Don’t, wanna swallow it all.”

“Fucking hell, Kil, you’re making it hard to decide how I wanna come,” the young captain panted, throwing the thong to the floor, “wanna do it all with you wearing this.”

“What about you?” Killer asked as he crawled up the bed, swinging a leg over Kid’s head to straddle his face, “Do you want to wear it?”

Kid moaned, grabbing his hips and pulling him down onto his face, tongue sliding up his taint to poke at his hole. Killer grunted, leaning forward and fisting the sheets as he rocked back, grinding down onto that deliciously sinful tongue.

“Fuck,” he sighed, before sinking his lips down Kid’s length, taking him all the way to the base.

The redhead groaned against his hole, hands spreading his ass wide and tonguing him open, making Killer moan in return. The room dissolved into lustful slurping and sucking sounds, both men trying to give as good as they got and make the other come first. For Kid, however, it was a losing battle, ever the one to shoot off first yet ready in mere moments for the next round. Killer swallowed around him, the head of the thick cock snug in the his throat, contracting rhythmically around the sensitive flesh. Nails dug into Killer’s ass, the young captain moaning and bucking into his mouth as the came, teeth sinking into his rear, always needing to bite something when he finished. With a whimper Kid pulled his tongue out of his first mate, falling back panting as Killer rolled off him.

“Lube,” was the only thing the blonde groaned, desperate to have the other inside him, he licked the corner of his mouth, cleaning up a drop of cum that had escaped.

Kid was up in less than a second, grabbing the bottle and popping the cap. Killer couldn’t help but laugh hoarsely, throat sore, but the display of desperation was too funny.

“It’s just like the first time you topped me,” he chuckled, watching the younger man fumble with the bottle, “you could barely control yourself.”

“Oh that’s it, you’re getting it,” Kid said with a sneer.

Yet as ever when he prepped the blonde, the promise was empty, lubed finger pressing and rubbing gently around his rim.

But that cocky smirk stayed the same.

[thegrandlinesimp]

Pre time skip! Before Kid’s 21st.

Also I was looking up wax play candles and that's how I came across the one described in this chapter.

Yes, it exists.

Warnings: wax/pain play, paddling, blindfolding

Kid was no stranger to pain, he craved it in a way, not in the form of beatings from when he was a child or a kick in the nuts when he said the wrong thing to a barmaid with massive tits, but in the way only Killer knew how to give him. The sort that made his skin tingle from each strike, whether it was with a paddle, whip or Killer’s palm, the burning ache from the angry red lines left behind by rope, and the harsh tugs Killer gave his hair as he was pounded from behind.

So whenever he heard of a new kind of pain, one that didn’t involve anything drastic like needles, knife wounds or branding - things that Killer apparently liked the idea of but hated to inflict on the man he loved - Kid’s interest was piqued.

It was the first thing he and Killer usually did when arriving on a new island along the grandline, was find the nearest sex shop. A lot of the time the little villages didn’t have one, but the sprawling cities usually had a few. The amount of toys under the bed were steadily growing much to his delight, but he always wanted to grab new things, try new things.

They were also places where no one raised an eyebrow at the two of them, hell, they’d picked up a few gay guys at the shops for a fun night, even. Kid’s favourite one was from a older drag queen who approached him with a massive dildo as thick as his arm and said “I’d like someone to try my new purchase out on me, are you feeling lucky, young man?”

Kid’s reply of “only if you’ll take a threesome” as Killer approached them earned him a sparkle in the feminine man’s eyes and a grin as leachous as his own.

Yeah, sex shops were great, they were places of discovery and free of any inhibitions, a place where he felt comfortable giving even the slightest hint he loved to bottom, to submit to another man.

It was also - according to this particular shop - a place that stocked candles…

At first he thought they were for romantic lighting, isn’t that what candles are for when paired with sex? He picked up a large, bright pink one and sniffed it. It smelled like normal wax, none of that fancy, flowery shit. So maybe not for nice smells? He’d heard some scents acted like mild aphrodisiacs or something, this clearly wasn’t for that though. He walked alongside the shelf, curiously inspecting the candles. There was a pack of five thin ones, all different colours, ones as thick as his wrist, plain looking ones, and-

He snorted, biting his lip and clapping a hand over his mouth, struggling not to laugh. Last time he’d cackled in one of these shops he’d been kicked out.

The thing he was sniggering at? A rainbow striped candle roughly twice the length of his palm, in the perfect shape of a dick, balls included and the wick sticking out the slit of the cockhead.

Oh god, he needed this one just to laugh at, he wanted to wave it in Killer’s face so the two of them could cackle over it.

Kid quickly made the purchase while the blonde was perusing the selection of paddles, eyeing up one that had the word ‘slut’ indented in it so a mark would be left wherever it struck. The blonde decided to buy it in the end, after a little rubbing from Kid.

“We can try yours while we try mine,” he said with a grin.

“Oh?” Killer reached for Kid’s paper-bag clearly curious as he rarely bought anything without showing the blonde first, but it was briskly snatched away.

“Ah, ah,” he wagged a finger and smirked, “it’s a surprise.”

That night at the dinner table, he watched with silent amusement as the blonde wolfed down his pasta so fast he started to hiccup.

***

“Boom!” Kid shouted, tossing the thick, dick shaped candle onto the bed, “Now tell me that isn’t the dumbest thing y-“

“Oh, wax play!”

He paused, watching with great confusion as - instead of wheezing like he expected him to - Killer picked up the ‘candle’ and began to inspect it. He ran a thumb over a long bump Kid assumed was meant to be a very prominent vein.

Though the blonde did at least chuckle, “Trust you to get a rainbow dick one though.”

“Wax…wax play?” Kid muttered more to himself than to Killer.

The older man shivered, sucking in a sharp breath the way he did whenever his partner got curious about trying something new in the bedroom. Kid knew all too well Killer had some kind of virgin kink, though it only seemed to extend to him for some off reason, and reminding the blonde that he was Kid’s first in everything but kissing never failed to rile him up to near feral levels. Blue eyes glanced down at the candle, then back up at him, now filled with that dark hunger that made it Kid’s turn to shiver.

“It’s when you drip hot wax onto someone’s body,” Killer explained, “though this is from a sex shop, so I assume the wax won’t get hot enough to leave burn marks that’ll scar.”

“Will it still hurt though?” Kid asked, feeling that familiar tight heat begin coil in his gut.

“Oh, definitely.”

The young captain swallowed, cock beginning to swell with in the confines of his pants as he shifted where he stood.

One corner of those purple painted lips curved up ever so slightly, “Do you want to try?”

Kid immediately started stripping, throwing his coat across the room and kicking his boots off.

“Get the cuffs and blindfold out.”

He bit his lip, swallowing a needy sound, loving the way Killer’s voice dipped slightly, becoming that much firmer whenever he gave an order in the bedroom. Boxers still on, he kicked away his pants and dropped to his knees, pulling out the toy box from under the bed. His cheeks began to hurt from the giddy grin on his face as he fished out the requested items, the chain of the handcuffs rattling and making his heart stutter.

“Such a good, obedient boy,” Kid’s breath hitched at the slow, lustful drawl of Killer’s voice.

He looked back up at the blonde, cock swelling to full mast at the sight of him undoing the last of his shirt buttons, the button up now handing loosely from his elbows to reveal those thick biceps that could crush a man’s skull, or easily pin Kid to the bed.

Killer’s smirk widened, eyes darting to the railing of the bed’s headboard, “On your back, and cuff yourself.”

Fuck.

Kid knew this one, he cuffed one wrist first before laying back on bed, raising both arms he threaded the other half behind a rail. Using the cuffed hand to keep the device steady, he slid his free wrist into past the single strand and rested it against the double strand of the cuffs. He pushed single strand against the neighbouring rail, forcing it closed around his wrist. Thanks to his magnetic abilities, he was never truly trapped in the cuffs, and Killer was well aware of that too. It was almost calming for Kid, his wrists bound, surrounded by metal yet always having the option to break free with one outward pulse of his power.

Kid looked at Killer and grinned, feeling rather pleased with himself. There was that smile on Killer’s face, the one the older man hated to show the world, spread wide with sadistic delight as his eyes roved the redhead’s near naked body, his own still fully clothed save for his unbuttoned shirt that he’d shifted back into his shoulders.

“Someone’s eager,” he said with a dark chuckle, one that never failed to make Kid’s length throb with fearful excitement.

Killer crawled across the bed to straddle his lap, licking his lips as he eyed the pale expanse of the young captain’s torso. He picked up the discarded blindfold, twirling it around his index finger as he smirked down at Kid.

“Comfortable?”

Kid shifted a bit, letting his shoulders relax, knowing all too well they’d be aching in the end no matter the position he was in. But after all was said and done, Killer always soothed those deep aches, taking him into the shower - even if he had to carry the redhead - and ending the night with Kid swaddled in the warm embrace of Killer’s arms. Before that though, was the clawing climb to euphoria, the bliss filled journey to completion, riddled with pain and pleasure that twisted and melded into ecstasy.

An achy, stiff shoulder or two was more than worth it.

“‘M good,” his voice shook in a mixture of nerves and excitement.

Gentle fingers brushed scarlet locks from his forehead, “Good boy. Safeword?”

That made Kid want to roll his eyes, but it was always something the other man insisted on, especially whenever they did something new and even the tiniest bit dangerous, “Marine.”

“And what do you say when I ask for a colour?”

This time he sighed, giving a little rock of his hips to rub his cock up against the inside of his boxers to relieve some of the pressure, “Green to keep going, yellow for a breather and red to stop.”

Killer leaned down, a soft smile on his purple painted lips as they brushed against Kid’s crimson ones, “Perfect.”

Kid shivered as the blindfold was placed over his eyes, the elastic band pulled over his head and flattening some of his wild hair down. He flinched slightly, breath hitching at the unfamiliar sound of a match being lit in the otherwise silent room. The blindfold was quite thick, meaning he didn’t know where Killer put the candle, only knowing it had been lit by the sound of the match being blown out. A faint sensation of nerves began to coil in his gut, body quivering in anticipation and a grin spreading across his face.

There was a soft thump of the candle being placed on the bedside table and warm, calloused hands came to rest on his waist. Kid hummed, lifting his hips, expecting his boxers to be pulled off.

Killer chuckled, most likely amused at his eagerness, “Not yet, just a little worried about any hot wax hitting your bare skin there.”

He lowered his hips and pouted, but said nothing, the reasoning sound enough to not warrant a lash of his bratty tongue. Instead, he concentrated on the feeling of those familiar hands caressing his body, mapping out the muscles of his abdomen before slowly making their way to his chest. Fingers pinched quick and tight on his nipples making Kid hiss, head sinking back into the pillow as he arched towards those calloused hands. Killer rolled the sensitive nubs between his fingers and his cock throbbed, hips bucking up against the blonde’s crotch, the heavy bulge in his boxers rubbing against the growing one in Killer’s pants.

“Fuck,” Kid sighed as the man let go, leaving a stinging ache behind, hands running back down his body, skin tingling in their wake.

“Colour?”

“Bright fucking green,” he said with a smirk.

“Good boy,” Killer purred, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his collarbone, “gonna just test the wax, I’ll put some on my finger and rub it in your skin, see how it feels.”

“‘Kay,” he bit his lip and shivered, tensing slightly at the prospect of what was to come.

There was a grunt from the other man, followed by a huff, “Oh yeah, it’s hot alright.”

His body trembled with excitement, relaxing on habit, knowing the pain wouldn’t be as intense if he did but also knowing Killer was being cautious. If he didn’t show any sign of pain at first then he’d be treated rougher, just how he wanted.

A wax covered fingertip traced under his right pec, heat blossomed across his skin, nothing like a strong slap or the harsh ache of rope. He gave a stuttered gasp, cock throbbing at the foreign sensation.

“Green,” he managed to huff out, already knowing what Killer was going to say.

Though that earned him a harsh tug of his hair, the feeling rolling down his spine and making him groan.

“You speak when you’re spoken to,” the blonde growled, breath hot on his face.

If he leaned up he could kiss his partner.

Instead, he took the option that he knew would get more hot wax on his body; he ducked his head so his chin touched his collarbone and hunched his shoulders as best as he could, “Sorry, sir,” Kid all but purred.

He heard Killer suck in a sharp breath, those finger tightened in his hair as the older man shivered on his lap, “Such a tease.”

Without warning a thin line of wax was dripped across his torso, the warm, sharp pain making him cry out as he bucked beneath the blonde. His head rolled to the side as he panted, light beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

“For that, you’re either going to come from the wax,” there was a powerful slap on his stomach, and Kid yelped, precome leaking out his cock and staining his boxers from the delightful sting, “or the paddle.”

As much as Kid loved the night, the next morning he had to wear a shirt, blushing when Wire asked about the wardrobe change. He silently ate breakfast while Killer sat next to him, using an index finger to continuously write the word ‘slut’ on his thigh under the table.

They ended up in a wrestle for dominance that night, one he lost the moment Killer pulled his hair and whispered filthy promises in his ear.

The candle was - of course - bought out again.

[thegrandlinesimp]

For anon, who asked for Killer being tickled. I had to do a bit of research as this was a rare time that I HAVEN’T written something for this kink.

Sorry it’s shorter, ran out of steam with this prompt.

Warnings: None. just the usual smut!

It wasn’t often that Killer gave up complete control in the bedroom, years of uncertainty from living on the streets as a child making it hard to relinquish mastery of his being so completely. But there was the odd time, the rare time, that he let Kid take the reins. Not that the redhead minded, the complete lack of affection he got from his mother a likely reasoning behind the elevated pleasure he received from being taken care of.

At least, that was Doc’s medical view of it. Killer called bullshit.

Then there were those odd times, those rare moments, when Kid felt lighthearted and Killer smiled without shame. Last time, the blonde had chased Kid about the ship while their crew drank the night away in the local tavern, tackling him once he’d cornered the young captain in the kitchen. The sex had passionate, delightful, filled with laughter and light nips of teeth as opposed to sobbed moans and harsh cracks of a riding crop.

It was a fond memory for both of them, though not one they wanted to repeat, because you can’t remake that kind of joy by re-enacting the scenario that gave you it.

So here Killer found himself, arms bound above his head as he lay naked on his back, legs forced apart by a spreader bar, easily able to break away from the flimsy trappings if he wanted to. Though it would upset Kid, he’d made the bar himself when they were unable to find one that fit the ankles of the two large men, and the ropes were specifically picked for Killer, dyed scarlet like his lover’s natural hair.

He thrashed his head from side to side suddenly, letting out a ragged breath as he struggled not to laugh. The crimson feather brushed under his chin again, and he resisted the urge to duck his head and hunch his shoulders. The sensation was so light, soft, different on his battle hardened skin. Yet it felt strangely euphoric, tender, and pleasurable, if the thick, bobbing length between his legs was anything to go by.

Killer squirmed again as the very tip of the feather traced along his collarbone, a faint ‘haa’ escaping the tight control he had on his laughter. He hoped Kid would take it for a soft moan, but the redhead knew him all too well.

“You’re breaking,” Kid purred from where he knelt on the bed beside him, a light chuckle falling from his blood red lips.

“Ha, ah, n-no,” Killer panted, rolling his head to the side so he didn’t have to look at that smug smirk.

The bed shifted a little, hot breath caressing his ear as his captain whispered in it, “Liar.”

He shivered, twisting in his binds as the feather ran down between his pecs. Kid ducked his head to his chest, dragging he wet tongue across a perked nipple and letting out a hot breath over the now wet skin. Killer trembled at the warmth, only to cry out as the feather circled the spit covered nipple. Down the soft tip went, across the dips and valleys of his body, head thrashing from side to side once it reached his abdomen. Killer gave a shaky groan as the feather dragged down between this trembling thighs, bypassing his cock to brush and tease at his taint. It sent little zaps of pleasure up his spine, coiling with tight heat in his gut as a glob of precum swelled at the tip of his cock and spilled down the side.

There was impatience in those crimson eyes, a burning lust as Kid looked down at the blonde’s cock and licked his lips, “Fuck it,” he panted, setting the feather down.

The redhead shuffled forward on his knees, spit and lube prepped asshole sinking down on Killer’s length with practiced ease. Tight, wet heat wrapped around the blonde’s cock and he shook, mouth falling open in a ragged groan. He braced himself, eyes fluttering shut, ready for Kid to ride him in a fit of abandon, even though the young captain had already gotten off twice tonight. His hunger for Killer truly knew no bounds.

Yet nothing happened.

Eyelids cracked open, heart stuttering in his chest at the sight that awaited him.

Kid, sitting fully on his cock, thighs trembling in an effort to remain still, head rolled to the side, eyes barley open, lips parted as shaky breaths tumbled from them and hair sticking to his sweat riddled brow. If there truly was a god out there, then they could never come close to his captain’s beauty.

“So fucking big,” Kid hummed, hips giving an experimental rock.

Killer’s breath hitched at the slight movement, he couldn’t bend his knees any further because Kid was leaning back, and the bar made it difficult for him to plant his feet on the mattress for leverage. The young captain gave him a sly smile, hooded eyes promising pleasurable torture as he reached for the feather.

“Think you can come just from this, Kil?” Kid purred, dragging the tip of the feather over his nipple.

Again, his head thrashed as he groaned. Yeah, he could probably come like this, with Kid slowly rocking on his length, dragging the feather across all the sweet spots of his body, tickling under his armpits and wracking him with pleasure as it was dragged across his chest.

And if he laughed, well, Kid always said he loved the sound of his laughter.

[thegrandlinesimp]

Got no time today to upload the next kinktober, got guests coming around and I need to vacuum and mop the whole house.

Then next weekend I’m away with my bf for a late Valentine’s Day get away, so no uploads for two weeks 😓

[thegrandlinesimp]

Again, my brain took this as more of a prompt and less of a kink, and this is probably the least ‘dirtiest’ of all the fills, but by god if I didn’t do it justice!

Takes place during the party after the war in Wano, Doc, Law and Chopper all work on the cure for the Smile Fruit together and in a week they have something ‘substantial’.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: None, just wholesome content.

Kid was never one for patience, he allowed all of it to be aimed towards fulfilling his dream of becoming Pirate King. Unless it concerned the health of his crew however, then he tried his damnedest to reel the proverbial beast in. Especially when it was for Killer.

By now he’d near walked a shallow trench into the dirt outside the infirmary, metal and flesh hands clasped behind his back as he growled and muttered to himself, stealing glances at the door like it had offended him.

Stupid, the blonde idiot had topped it all this time. If he’d only waited for the cure to be finalised, waited for a bunch of useless idiots to die or get turned into twisted Zoan. But no, the moment that little fucking furry Straw Hat had run out saying they had something, Killer was there, running.

Doc had said all manner of things could go wrong: it might not work (the best outcome of the bad ones), it might fix the Smile Fruit, permanently turning Killer into some freak of nature. Kid would still love him, sure, but the sex…

How would that even work?

What if he turned into a bird?

He wouldn’t mind if he was a horse or bull or something, they were supposed to be hung as fuck!

…What if he was an ant?!

Would he be human sized?

Kid kept asking himself those sorts of questions, not wanting to think about the third possible outcome.

It had been almost an hour by now, Trafalgar did say they had to run some tests immediately after the cure was administered. Honestly the waiting wouldn’t be so terrible, if it wasn’t for-

“Should we do something, he’s been pacing for a whole hour?”

The fucking audience!

First there was his crew, which was fine, they all cared about one another like family, so it was okay they were there.

“Oh Nami-swan, you’re so caring! That brute doesn’t deserve you even thinking about him!”

Then there were the Straw Hats…

Clearly waiting to see if their beloved little doctor was successful. Though their Captain kept leaving every time he ran out of food, returning to the party to get more.

“Got any fives?”

“Go fish.”

Then the fucking nerds, the Heart Pirates, were here too! He wanted to punch one of them, namely the one with the penguin hat, bastard stood out the most other than the bear mink. Furry bastard was too cute - not that Kid would ever say it out loud - and the idea of punching him in the snout made him feel strangely guilty.

Kid was just about to charge in himself, beyond fed up with waiting, when the front door unlocked.

It was Chopper, the little furry reindeer thing, that came out. Well, for a second, before seeing the large crowd waiting outside and Kid burning holes through the door with his eyes. The little guy yelped before hiding back behind the door, though Kid was pretty sure he was doing it backwards.

“Other way, Chopper,” Roronoa called out from somewhere behind Kid.

The little reindeer rearranged himself properly behind the door, “He- Killer’s coming out, try not to crowd him, please,” he poked his head out more, as if remembering something, “o-oh, and please don’t stare too much, Doc said he can’t wear his mask for a few days so we can see straight away if there’s any change, and apparently he’s a bit shy without it.”

Kid went ridged, glaring back at the other crews, ready to wallop the first person who even snorted at the idea of his partner being shy.

There wasn’t a peep from anyone.

He turned back to the doorway, just in time to see the familiar shades of blue and yellow shuffling out of the dark entryway. Killer’s shoulders were hunched, he seemed to pause at the doorway as he noticed the two extra crews waiting outside, his shoulder hunched a little more as he took the last few steps out into the light of the evening sun.

He wasn’t smiling.

He wasn’t some permanent, monstrous Zoan.

He was…he was alive!

His arm felt numb, legs moving on their own as his heart swelled with joy and tears welled up in his eyes, throat clenching, “Bastard!”

He kissed the blonde, pressing him up against the side of the building with a faint thunk, all tongue and teeth as he anchored his fingers into long golden locks.

“Thaaat explains the pacing.”

“Ooohhh, Jaggy’s got a boyfriend! Jaggy’s got a boyfriend!~”

Kid whipped around, glaring at Luffy, “I’ll wring your neck till it’s permanently like a damn giraffe’s, Straw Hat!”

“K-Kid, leave him,” Killer’s voice was barely a whisper as he grabbed his captain by the shoulder.

Kid looked back at him, that cute, flushed face ducking down to hide in the crook of his neck.

“Wanna celebrate with you,” the blonde murmured, breath warm against his throat, “alone.”

The grin that spread across Kid’s face was nothing short of lecherous. He looked at Doc, who was leaning against the doorway, and opened his mouth to speak.

The old man held up a metal hand, rolling his eyes, “Nothing strenuous, at all. Go easy on ‘im.”

Kid’s eye twitched.

“Dumbass,” Doc huffed, “I didn’t say you couldn’t, just go easy is all.”

“Awesome,” he grabbed Killer by the wrist, pulling him along as he made a beeline for the house the two of them had been sleeping the past week.

“All night counts as strenuous, by the way!” the blue haired man calls after him.

Kid threw a metal middle finger over his shoulder, sniggering as he heard Chopper ask Doc what he meant. The old man quickly tried to distract the young doctor by telling him they needed to figure out how to mass produce the cure.

He wished he could stay, Doc never had to have that basic talk with him and Killer. Theirs was just more or less ‘wear protection, and don’t kill or severely kill injure whoever you’re fucking.’

Though when it came to each other, they always ignored the first rule.

***

The moment they got to their temporary bedroom, Kid pushed Killer towards the futon, the excited grin on his face mirrored in the tremble of the blonde’s body. Killer fell back all on his own onto the sheets, dragging Kid - who was laughing giddily - down with him. After that there was a scramble, lips or hands very rarely ever leaving the skin of the other while they tried to undress. They eventually got down to their boxers, Kid still grinning like an excited school boy as he straddled his best friend, with Killer staring up at him, smile soft in comparison but no less affectionate.

And that’s when Kid stopped, heart pounding in his ears, chest rising and falling with heavy pants, staring down at that loving smile.

He couldn’t do it.

He thought he wanted it fast, rough, primal after months apart from his partner, but…

But there was something, something on the tip of his tongue that weighed heavy in his heart…

“It wouldn’t’ve been worth it,” he whispered on impulse, fingers idly brushing over the left side of Killer’s chest as his cheeks reddened, to think he may have never again felt the thundering heartbeat beneath his palm, it made his own heart bleed with a deep sadness he’d never felt before, “my dream, it…it wouldn’t be worth it if it meant I’d lost you.”

Killer’s eyes widened, lips parted slightly in shock, having never heard Kid put anything above his dream, a fact that had never once bothered him, “…Kid…”

He ducked his head, throat tightening, shy yet toothy grin spread across his face. The past few months had been hell, but not from the torture, the beatings, he could take those. It was the lack of knowledge, not knowing where everyone was, Doc - the man he saw as a father, his crew - the family he’d made, and Killer - his everything. For the first time since he’d been a scrawny little boy, he’d been completely alone in the world.

Shit like that tends to put a perspective on things.

In every fantasy he’d had of becoming Pirate King, long before he’d even started growing hair on his face, Killer had been there. Always. The idea of him not being there was, well…frightening, unsettling.

Wrong.

“I…” his voice cracked, was he really about to do this? Of course he was, he was a man of impulse, but this… “I want us to be Pirate Kings, together.”

Slowly, Killer’s eyes widened till Kid was sure they were going to fall out, he began to shake, fingers curling tight over the redhead’s thigh, “Are…are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

Kid’s heart shoved its way through into his throat as he looked to the side, “I-I mean yeah, well, you don’t have to answer or anything it’s just a thought is all-“

He swears he didn’t squawk as the blonde suddenly flipped the two of them over. Next thing he knows Killer is scrambling for the travel packet of lube in his coat and Kid just goes on autopilot, pulling his boxers off as he smirks. So maybe he wouldn’t get his answer today, but damn if it didn’t get his partner going.

Kid’s breath hitched as two fingers were pressed into his body, the stretch both slightly painful yet more than welcomed after months apart. But Killer was slow, mindful, even though his body shook with want for his beloved captain. His face burned as blue eyes stared down at him with nothing short of unyielding love, fingers curling and rubbing the right spot as the blonde’s scarred hand slowly stroked his length. Kid tossed his head back, mouth hanging open as he panted and groaned, fingers curled again against his prostate, making his back arch as he clutched at the blonde’s shoulder.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, pulling his legs up to hook them over Killer’s hips, trying to move them closer together with a few shoves of his heels, “I’m- want you in me.”

“You’re no where near ready,” Killer chided, “it’s been months, Kid, I’m not skipping this.”

“G-gonna- fuck,” his chest tightened, heart racing.

Killer’s lips suddenly sunk down his cock and he was a goner, eyes rolling as hips bucked and twitched, fingers gripping his partner’s golden mane.

“H-holy shit.”

Still swallowing around him, Killer chuckled softly, it was the first time he’d laughed without that maddened cackle he hated so much.

It made Kid’s heart ache as he grinned.

“Now?” the redhead panted.

Killer paused, pulling his fingers out and his mouth off of him, giving one last swallow for show, “Only because I’m just as impatient.”

The older man crawled over him, a faint smile on his lips as he stared down at Kid. His long hair fell over his shoulders and head, making a golden curtain around the two of them.

Just the two of them.

“Hey,” Killer murmured, leaning down to bump his forehead against Kid’s, making the ache in his chest blossom and burn through his veins as his breath shook.

“Hey,” he answered, smiling.

“Do you mind if we just go slow?”

“Honestly,” Kid said with a light chuckle, tilting his head back so his lips brushed against his partner’s, “I’d prefer it.”

The term ‘making love’ had always made Kid cringe, but not for the reasons one might think. Love wasn’t something you could just make out of thin air, it was something you earned, that you fought for with all the blood, sweat and tears you could muster, and when you ran out you found more. It was something you held onto, not tightly, not suffocatingly, but still firm, like a precious gem.

That was how he held onto Killer as the man slowly sank into him, firm but not crushing, breath shaking but accepting the ache with the craved connection. Lips pressed open mouthed kissed to his neck, tongue dragging over his fluttering pulse. They both groaned as Killer bottomed out, breaths stuttering along with their heartbeats.

“Missed you,” the blonde whispered, lips caressing the shell of his ear.

Kid didn’t reply, grip tensing as his throat tightened again, he ducked his head, pressing his face to Killer’s neck as he panted. Another minute passed slowly, the two of them pressing feather-light kisses to the other’s neck, both too overwhelmed to meet the other’s gaze.

“Move,” Kid finally said, eyes shut as he pressed his forehead back against Killer’s.

It was a slow rock, the push and rub against that bundle of nerves had Kid shaking already, then - as if he’d only been treading the waters - Killer pulled out, only to push back in just as slow. Kid’s head fell back, breath ragged, eyes slightly unfocused as he just felt.

“Yes.”

“Wh-what?” Kid asked as the other ground against his prostate.

“My answer,” Killer said as he wrapped his arms around Kid, cradling the back of his head as he continued to steadily thrust in and out of him, “yes.”

Kid choked on a sob.

“Even if you lost your other arm,” the blonde’s hips snapped forward, making Kid’s eyes roll as he moaned, “even if you lost you damn legs,” lips pressed to the redheads throat, giving a hard suck to his pulse, making him cry out, “even if you never become Pirate King,” Killer sat up, hooking his arms under Kid’s knees before leaning back down till their noses touched, near folding the redhead in half, “even if I knew we were all going to die tomorrow, my answer is ‘yes’.”

That broke the dam.

“B-bastard,” Kid sobbed, wrapping his arm around Killer’s neck, tangling his fingers in long blonde hair, “I’m-…I’m gonna fucking hold you to that.”

“Good.”

Killer braced his hands back on the futon, leaving Kid almost folded in half. He ground deep, rubbing that spot inside the redhead with little, hard bucks of his hips. Kid cried out, gripping at the blonde’s shoulder, head falling back as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Like that,” he whined and sobbed, not caring they weren’t in their soundproof cabin, not caring who heard him getting fucked by his first mate, “like that, god, fuck me!”

Killer gave a trembled moan, mouthing at his throat, trailing kisses to his red painted lips, smearing purple on them as their tongues tangled together. With every grind on his sweet spot Kid moaned, body tensing as Killer pulled out, only to relax and arch towards the blonde as he thrust in.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” tighter and tighter his body wound, legs spreading just that little bit wider, eyes rolling as his breath grew shorter and shorter.

Killer moved back to wrap his pale legs around his waist before returning to lean down over him, hips snapping hard and he fucked his captain deep.

“Come!” he snarled through clenched teeth, right next to his ear.

On any other day Kid would curse his body, with it having been trained for a good five years to do as Killer said, but tonight he didn’t care. With a cry as his legs clamped around the blonde he came, breath rapid and shaky, nails digging into the other’s shoulder, leaving crescent indents in fair skin as he shook and bucked.

“Like that, like that, like that,” Kid gasped with each little aftershock that pulsed through his body as Killer fucked him through his orgasm.

Just at the tail end of his climax Killer met his, arms wrapping tight around his body as he buried his face in Kid’s scared, pale neck with a trembled shout.

Kid had always loved that feeling, the throbbing of the blonde’s cock as he emptied himself inside the him. It made his toes curl, head falling back with a satisfied groan.

The two of them lay there, panting, covered in sweat and the room stinking of sex. Kid couldn’t help but grin.

He’d missed this.

He’d missed the feeling of coming down from his high, the weight of his partner covering him like a warm, heavy blanket, heartbeats thundering against one another’s chests.

“Gonna need to make rings,” he mumbled.

Killer chuckled, slowly pulling himself off and out of the redhead, “Yeah, but nothing fancy.”

He lay beside his partner, wrapping his arms around Kid, nuzzling into his chest.

Kid grinned, draping his arm over the blonde.

It felt like…no, it was.

He was home.

[thegrandlinesimp]

This turned out to be less kink and more character study, my brain saw it as a prompt and I rolled with it. And just so you know I headcanon Kid is left handed (for reasons that would take too long to explain here).

Also, did I look up images of amputee stumps mere days post operation because I’m a slut for authenticity and Oda is a pussy in not drawing it? Yes, yes I did.

Warnings: not much really, a bit angsty, some mentions of blood but nothing terrible, vague mentions of past child abuse (Kid’s mum is a bitch)

Word count: 3.5k

The Victoria Punk rocked steadily on the dark sea, waves lapping at her sides as she creaked in response. The moon was high in the sky and stars shining above, their sparkling light reflected off the surface of the calm waters. A castle loomed over the ship, turrets crumbling with age and the water had long since smoothed the once rocky beach. Most of the ship’s crew were inside the ancient walls, save for a small few, one of which was staring out at the open waters from behind a striped mask.

Killer sighed as he leaned against the ship’s railing, staring out to the midnight shrouded sea with a heavy heart. His stomach twisted at a memory from a few nights ago, a rather heated verbal fight he’d had with his captain that - for the first time since they’d started dating - didn’t end with a rough, carnal fuck.

Though much to Killer’s unease, they hadn’t had sex in a solid four months, even though Kid had been given the ‘okay’ by Doc three weeks ago, so long as he went easy. He’d expected Kid to jump him that night at the very latest, but nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen for two and a half weeks, with Kid continuing to go bed wearing an old, long sleeved jumper he’d found in storage a few months prior. During the day the young captain would cling to the left side of his coat, as if scared it’d fall away to reveal-

There was a flash of a blade, Kid let out a roar of agony as he stumbled and fell.

His stomach twisted again and he leaned over the railing, he gripped it tight with one hand while with the other he grabbed his mask, ready to tear it off should he suddenly be sick.

Blood, gore and death had never fazed Killer, it was how he’d earned his name, just a nameless orphan on the streets often found with blood on his hands around the time a body turned up. Though it was usually scumbags, and people turned a blind eye to the marines as they were well hated on his home island. No, he’d seen limbs go flying, sent them so with his own blade. Sometimes it wasn’t him who dismembered a person in the middle of a fight, but that had never effected him.

But this was different.

This was Kid.

If Doc hadn’t been there, he would’ve…

Killer just wanted to hold him, to have him in his arms, feel that he was real. He still remembered his beloved captain, pale, still, silent in the med bay, his precious Punk in tatters as she barely made it to dry land. Kid’s fire had dulled since then, a soft ember that flickered with defiance every now and then, giving Killer a glimmer of hope.

He knew why kid was like this, when you know someone for so long you can just see the way their brain thinks. That, and having the redhead yell at him the other night “why fuck? You won’t even be able to get up what with how gross I look!” was a dead giveaway. When he used to get a new scar he’d flex his muscles, telling the tale of how he’d won the battle, coming out alive.

But that was just it, he’d barley made it this time, this time he’d lost.

He knew Kid didn’t feel worthy, old childhood wounds his mother gave him opening back up from the severe blow to his ego. Insults like ‘tattered little scumbag’ and ‘scrawny, worthless sewerage waste’ were some of the nicer things she had called him while dealing out punishment. Kid had an odd, silent pride in his looks now that he was a lot older, the new scars, not to mention the missing arm, had destroyed the self image he’d made. He’d tossed all his jewellery into the ships treasure hoard with a look of disgust on his face, punching a mirror and shattering it to piece only a couple of days later.

This couldn’t go on.

He needed his captain back.

He needed Kid back.

Killer grit his teeth and straightened, mind made up as he turned, and made his way below deck to Kid’s workshop.

He needed to let Kid know how he felt, and if talking wouldn’t do it, then the captain’s favourite pass time would have to do.

He paused, making the quick decision to stop off at his and Kid’s cabin first. Perhaps drastic times called for even more drastic measures.

***

Kid gave another glance to the schematics Doc had given him, his gaze coming to his own rough sketch of what he wanted the prosthetic to look like and finally to the metal skeletal structure in front of him. Wires hung this way and that, the technician side of his current project confusing him to no end as he gnawed on the handle of his screwdriver, teeth marks already etched deep into the old tool.

It still didn’t seem quite right.

Then again, the last two attempts seemed about the same at this stage, promptly hurled across the room in a fit of rage at his own ineptitude.

He was just about to fall into the same pattern of descent into self hatred and rage when the door to his workshop was unlocked. There’d been no scraping of the key on the other side as the wielder tried to put it in the hole, so either the old man hadn’t been drinking too much, or it was-

Killer nodded at him as he walked in, “Kid.”

Or it was the last person he wanted to see…

He bit harder on the screwdriver, sparing his first mate a glance and a grunt before trying to hyper focus on his current task.

It was a bit difficult, though, with Killer just standing there, staring at him from behind his mask.

“What?” He finally said as he whirled around to face the older man, tone far sharper than he intended it to be.

Killer, of course, didn’t seemed fazed, not even showing the little uncomfortable shift only Kid saw. He tilted his head slightly to one side and Kid’s heart plummeted, he knew that one. That wasn’t an uncomfortable shift.

It was a coy look.

“You seem tense,” the suggestive tone drove his worries home.

Kid bared his teeth in a sneer, “Whatever,” and turned back to his work table.

It wasn’t a clear no, something he knew Killer would take for certainty, but he didn’t want to push him away too harshly.

Didn’t want him to leave him.

Leave him alone, yes, but not…

Though instead of hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, there was a soft clunk of something being placed of the table. When Kid looked up, he immediately wished he hadn’t, because no matter how much he wanted to look away, he couldn’t.

Killer’s eyes had always had a glint of curiosity in them, regarding the redhead from behind long bangs, but to Kid it was a look of knowing, of seeing right through someone or something. It was a calculating gaze that studied him, tried to soak in every inch of his being, made him grab the left side of his coat and pull it closer, not wanting to see the way blonde’s face would twist in disgust when he saw the extent of the damage.

The blonde’s movement was precise when he walked forward, a hand coming to rest on Kid’s right shoulder, yet he stood behind him to the left. Kid sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, body going ridged as he grit his teeth. Oh god he wanted what Killer was offering him, needed it even. He bowed his head and hunched his shoulders, but didn’t say anything.

He didn’t want to get into another fight.

He was happy to fight with anyone.

But not Killer, never Killer.

Kid gasped as warm air ghosted against the back of his neck, lips brushing against scars that hadn’t yet properly formed. He shivered, face heating up as warmth pooled in his gut. He didn’t know if it was on instinct or out of habit, but he leaned forward and bared the back of his neck, his only hand resting on the table.

He was deeply relieved when Killer moved so he was standing on Kid’s right side.

“Kid,” voice so familiar, so understanding and soft that he wanted to pull its owner close and never let go.

“We…shouldn’t…” Kid but his lip, refraining from turning to look at his right hand man.

“Why?”

Such a simple question, and so simply answered too, but Kid hated everything about ‘why’.

He wanted to push Killer away, should push him away, “You’ll hate what you see.”

“Hate you?” a hand cupped the side of his face, forcing him to turn his head even though he desperately wanted to anyway.

Kid could never get enough of the depth of this man’s eyes, how they swum with lust and love for him.

All the more reason they shouldn’t, it’d break him if Killer couldn’t stand the sight of him. He’d rather face the entirety of the Marine fleet, with full knowledge he’d die, than see the slightest grimace on the older man’s face.

“How could I ever hate you?”

Kissing Killer was probably the most familiar thing Kid had ever done, even the first time on the other side of the world it had felt like coming home.

This time felt exactly the same.

The rub of lipstick on lipstick, the line he painted across Kid’s red stained lips, the way he tilted his head to damn near fuck Kid’s mouth with his tongue.

He loved all of it.

He’d missed all of it.

Fingers curled through scarlet locks as Killer sucked on his tongue, the warmth in his stomach quickly fanned into flames as he groaned. There was a firm tug on hair and he gasped, head jerking back, baring his neck. Lips pressed against his pulse, tongue swirling over the spot as his heartbeat quickened at the feeling.

“Kil,” Kid panted, going to lift the hand that was resting behind him on the table to tangle it in the blonde’s long hair.

Killer, however, was leaning against him too hard, the loss of his hand on the surface behind him nearly caused Kid to fall back. His hand slammed back down and he snarled, throat tightening as tears threatened to well up in his eyes.

“Fucking, stupid piece of-“

“Shh,” Killer hushed him, taking a step back and allowing Kid to stand up straight, he grabbed Kid’s now free hand and tugged, “Couch.”

God, the way his voice dropped, the air of command about him. Kid wanted to give in so badly…

Fuck it, fuck this, fuck everything!

Kid took a deep breath and held it for a moment, mind going blank as he made it up. He looked Killer right in the eyes as he pulled his hand back, the other man’s brow raising in surprise. He pulled his arm through he’s black vest, casting off his coat on the right side at the same time. The weight of the red fabric pulled at the vest and with so little holding it up on the left side it all crumpled to the ground.

Leaving Kid bare from the waist up.

His throat tightened as Killer stared at what remained of his left arm, Doc told him to keep the bandage off for as long as possible to ‘let the skin breathe’, get it get used to sensations. A bunch of bullshit of course, but he owed the man his life and Doc had never steered him wrong. He was regretting it now, though.

A bunch of tissue and stuff had been removed, allowing the skin to be sewed over the open wound, making a stump, twisted and deformed. Scars were scattered up what remained of his arm, ending over his left eye, a few too many sword swipes that had been too fast to dodge or use his powers to reflect. He felt gross, wrong, standing there in front of Killer, with his beautiful long hair, soft blue eyes. Sure, his left arm was fucked up from the fight with Red-Hair, but he still looked pretty damn-

“Perfect,” Killer whispered, breaking Kid from his barreling train of self loathing, “you’re perfect.”

His face felt hot as Killer stared down at him, blue eyes so tender as he reached down and hooked some stray hair behind Kid’s ear. Kid bit his lip, body tense, still not too sure about being on the receiving end with another man; old hangups from how his mother’s clients would tell her how ‘pretty’ her seven year old son looked, their gaze leering and making his skin crawl. The only reason he was doing this was because it was Killer. Killer would never hurt him.

And in that he found solace.

“You’re perfect,” Killer murmured, a soft smile curling in his lips.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked to the side-

“Sh-shut up,” he muttered, looking away just as he did back then, during that wild first night.

And just as he did back then, Killer chuckled, pinching Kid’s chin between his index finger and thumb and forcing his head to turn back to look at him, “But you are.”

“Bastard,” Kid mumbled.

Yet the blonde just gave him a soft smile, reaching up to pull off Kid’s welding goggles, letting his hair fall down over his ears and eyes, placing them carefully on the workbench.

“Hmm, and so handsome.”

“You’re one to talk,” Kid scoffed.

“Oh,” Killer chuckled, the sound always made Kid’s heart soar, “a compliment from the great Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid? I must be a lucky man.”

Kid huffed, smirking, the tip of his nose bumping against the blonde’s, “Just shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”

The two of them spun around, Killer now standing with his back to the work table, purple lips pressing against his red ones. Hands placed on his chest prompted him to walk back, pausing nearly every step to steady his lips against Killer’s. Kid’s breath hitched as the heel of his boot hit the couch and he allowed himself to be shoved down.

“Strip,” Killer all but growled, hands trembling as he fumbled with his belt buckle, “‘m gonna ride you.”

Kid had already been kicking off his boots before Killer had even started talking, but he began scrambling after hearing that, struggling to shove his pants down without undoing his belt. By the time he got his pants and boxers around his bare ankles, the older man was already stripped naked.

“Lube’s, uh,” fucking hell, why where his pants so hard to get off?

“Don’t need it,” Killer said, and he promptly shoved Kid to lay on his back, pulling off the redhead’s pants the rest of the way.

He groaned as warm, soft lips wrapped around his already half-hard cock, tongue rubbing down the underside as Killer took him in. Kid’s one hand darted to tangle in the mop of golden locks bouncing up and down above his length, cock throbbing every time Killer gagged or choked on him.

“Fuck,” he panted, a lopsided smirk forming on his lips, “Never seen ya so desperate to suck my dick.”

Kid mentally kicked himself for having a big mouth as Killer pulled off him, though the dark look in those blue eyes promised something far better than a mouth to fuck.

“Can’t help it,” Killer said, tone surprisingly soft for how vigorously he’d been sucking the redhead off, he got up on the couch, gracefully swing a leg over him to straddling his hips, “missed you.”

That shut him up, his cheeks and ears turning a similar shade of red to his hair.

Kid’s breath hitched as the tip of his cock nudged Killer’s lubed hole. Fucking hell, he’d gone and prepped himself for this, the idea of the blonde coming in here with the specific goal of riding him made Kid’s head spin. Killer only bottomed when he offered it to his captain, and even then it was with specific rules: he had to be facing Kid, Killer was in charge and no finishing inside. Sure, he offered now and then, but it was always a calm question, sometimes a reward or something, not bursting into his workshop and seducing him onto the couch!

It was like one of his fantasies was playing out.

“You’ve gone awfully quiet, Kid,” the way Killer drew out his name as he rocked back against his cock had him groaning.

“Fuck, c’mon, need ya to- fuck,” he slammed his head back against the cushion beneath him as the blonde slowly sank down.

“What was that?” Killer huffed, shifting to grab the back of the couch with one hand and slowly jerk himself off with the other, “Can’t hear you through your whimpering.”

“F-fuck off,” but all the bite had left his voice, too subdued by the tight heat slowly engulfing his dick.

They both groaned when Killer’s sat fully on Kid’s length, the redhead’s eyes fixated on the ceiling and his one hand holding Killer’s hip in a death grip.

The blonde sighed as he circled his hips, slowly rocking on Kid’s lap, head falling back as he continued to lazily stroke his cock, “Fuck, I missed this.”

All Kid could do was whimper, it had been too long and he hadn’t been able to properly get off for a few days, still not used to using his non dominant hand to jerk off. The tension in his lower back was maddening as he fought to not move, knowing he’d come as soon as he did.

“K-Kil,” he all but whined, hand trying to get the older man to stop moving, “f-fuck, pull off, ‘m gonna-“

“Do it,” Killer purred as he started to bounce on Kid’s lap, the light slap of skin on skin fogging Kid’s mind further with lust, “want you to come inside, wanna feel you for days.”

“Fuck! Oh fuck,” his thighs shook and he snapped his hips up, eyes rolling as he came the hardest he had in months.

Killer panted, eyes blown wide with lust as he gazed down at Kid, cock hard and red with arousal. He seemed to take a moment to centre himself, and Kid couldn’t help but worry if he’d changed his mind about wanting his captain to finish inside. But instead of making a face as he lifted himself off Kid’s still hard length, Killer’s eyes focused on the workbench. The blonde got off the couch, a drop of cum running down a trembling inner thigh as he made his way to the table.The older man rummaged through a draw, letting out a huff as he pulled out a half empty tube of lube. Kid groaned and bit his lip as Killer began to lather up his own cock.

“My turn,” he said with a dark smile.

Kid whimpered, excitement coiling in his gut.

***

(Bonus)

Sweat stuck to his forehead, eyes fixed on nothing as he gazed up at the ceiling and he lightly rubbed his hand on Killer’s shoulder, heartbeat finally at a calm pace. The blonde hummed, nuzzling against his chest, body half draped over his, being careful to not put any of his weight on Kid’s injured side.

“Kid?” Killer finally broke the peaceful air with his soft, questioning tone.

Kid hummed to let the blonde know he’d heard, bringing his hand up to gently scratch the back of the man’s head.

“That sketch,” Killer nodded to his workbench, “is that gonna be your prosthetic?”

His chest swelled with pride as he smirked, “Yep, looks pretty awesome, doesn’t it.”

“…Does it…are those…cannons?”

Kid blinked, frowning, “Course, that’s why it’s awesome! Gonna be fully functional and everything.”

“There’s…four?” Killer’s said with a tone of disbelief, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Five,” he corrected, a smug smile spreading across his face, “gonna have the hand turn into the fifth.”

Above him, Killer began to tremble, shoulders shaking as he turned his head to bury his face in the back of the couch.

“Are you…” Kid’s hairless brow shot up, “oi! Bastard! Don’t laugh!”

Killer threw back his head and cackled, never ashamed to laugh when it was just in front of his captain. Kid’s face flushed and he bit his lip, as much as he hated it when people laughed at him, he never cared if it was Killer, the sound of full blown laughter so rare from the blonde that he’d get his head stuck in the ship’s railing if it meant hearing it. Blonde locks covered his chest as Killer pressed his forehead between his pecs.

After a couple more seconds the older man calmed down, lifting his head to grin at Kid, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before saying: “God I love you, you absolute dumbass.”

Now Kid’s face was beet red, “Sh-…shut up!”

[thegrandlinesimp]

Just wanted to say I’m pleasantly surprised at how popular this project of mine is, I knew it wouldn’t be a massive hit or anything, but I’ve been getting reblogs!

Oh, and, this one takes place during/after skip.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Spanking, brat taming, bondage, very light humiliation, use of a sex toy

Kid always did his best for Killer; he relished in the praise and pleasure his partner gave him, truly. But there were times the outside-world-him came out, the snappy, grumpy him who refused to take a simple request ending in a sincere ‘please’ as anything but a blatant order. The him that spat at the World Government every chance he got, pillaging rich villagers and murdering their snobby inhabitants with glee.

That, and he loved the look Killer got in his eyes when he was an outright brat.

The glint in those sapphire sea eyes, not quite a twinkle of annoyance, more of delight. It was rare that Kid truly pushed Killer’s buttons, only ever going so far as to warrant a sharp tug of his hair or a quick spank across the ass. Though, when he did push Killer over the edge? The punishment he got was different every time, keeping him on his toes. What was even better though was that Killer’s buttons seemed to change, a cocky smirk and a few sharp words sometimes earned him a rough slap in the ass, other days Kid would quickly find himself leashed and tied to the bed, a three tailed flail turning his pale rear red just as fast.

And he loved every second of it.

Though in all fairness there were times he didn’t mean to snap back at the blonde, really. It was just a habit at this point, one might even call it instinct, like a so called ‘tamed beast’ reminding its owner that it was merely choosing to listen in exchange for the comfort it received.

So here he was, bound and on his knees before his first mate, who had his cock in hand, waiting for Kid to open his mouth as asked in a soft, loving voice. But Kid? No, tonight he wanted to press a button, to pull at that ever so tight hold Killer had on his inner sadist. His eyes rolled - hard - broad grin on his face and voice dripping with venomous sarcasm as he said: “whatever the fuck you say, sir”.

There is was, that glint, the look of glee at finally having an excuse to let himself loose. This time, though, it was accompanied by that smile, that one Killer hated, the one of pure sadistic delight.

Kid swallowed, grin falling.

Killer obviously had a good one this time.

Next thing he knew he was forced to his feet by a hard pull of his hair, shouting at the sudden, harsh pain that shot straight down between his legs. Killer shoved him back and he gasped as the back of his calves hit the bed, unable to stop himself from toppling backwards onto the mattress. Kid didn’t have time to complain about his bound arm being trapped awkwardly beneath himself, with Killer quickly striding forward and flipping him over.

Fuck, he loved it when the blonde brute manhandled him.

“Knees up and under, you little shit,” Killer growled, fishing out a box from underneath the bed.

Kid’s breath stuttered, cock throbbing with excitement as he managed to get his feet off the ground and position his knees under himself. There were all manner of toys in that box, leaving Kid trembling with anticipation, having no clue what so ever on what his punishment would be. There was the sound of a cap opening, metal clinking and he trembled harder, desperate to look back but knowing his punishment would be far less pleasant if he did so. Last time he kept pushing Killer, Kid ended up tied to the bedposts with a cockring around his aching length as a short, slightly curved dildo nudged against his prostate every ten seconds or so. Killer had just sat beside him, reading for a good half hour, unfazed by his whimpered cries and thrashing.

The resulting orgasm had made the torture completely worth it though, if Kid was remembering correctly, it’d made him black out for a solid three minutes.

He flinched as something cold - clearly metal - pressed against his rim. Kid forced himself to relax, knowing the lack of proper preparation was all part of his punishment. He gasped as the icy, lube covered toy - by its shape a buttplug - slid inside him. The toy wasn’t terribly wide, but it was oddly long, cold surface brushing his prostate with every ragged breath. For a plug it was very oddly shaped, almost…

Custom!

His suspicions were confirmed when Killer pressed his asscheeks together, the insides pushed flush against the uncomfortably shaped, large gemstone the plug was forged around.

“O-oi!” Kid huffed as the blonde massaged his ass, the sensitive insides of his cheeks rubbing against rough sapphire, “You know I hate that one!”

It was perfect, technically, a recent gift he’d made for his partner’s twenty-fifth birthday. He’d even forged blue handcuffs for the occasion, planned on tying his old blue sash over his eyes, but the rough cut of the sapphire had dug into his asscheeks. In the end it had ruined the moment Killer had walked in the room - not to Kid bound, blindfolded and spread waiting for him, but to the redhead on his knees frantically rummaging through their box of toys attempting to try something blue and comfortable!

It was a reminder of a failure, and that was why Kid hated it.

“Funny,” Killer chuckled, giving his ass a light slap that made his cock twitch, a taste of the punishment to come, the blonde leaned forward, hot breath caressing the shell of Kid’s ear as he spoke, “I hate it when you’re an insufferable brat.”

The harsh tone was followed by a far harder slap than before, making Kid grunt at the unexpected strike.

“Count.”

He grit his teeth, hating the humiliation of being made to count out his punishment, but he knew that was exactly why his partner told him to do it.

“One.”

His ass was immediately struck again, the gemstone pressing into his flesh uncomfortably, yet the pleasant sting of the pain made the discomfort feel strangely good.

“T-two.”

Again Kid was struck and again he counted, the plug jostling inside him and brushing his sweet spot with each smack.

Fuck, he wished he’d made this thing just a smidge longer!

Again and again he was smacked, the stinging pain turning into red hot fire at around eleven, then into a numb, burning ache at twenty-three. All the while the gemstone rubbed against the insides of his asscheeks, it’s surface not sharp enough to injure, but uneven enough to feel good when mixed with the pain of each harsh spank that pressed his skin against the rugged sapphire.

“Twen-twenty-seven,” Kid panted, words ending in a soft whimper as he began to shake, mind growing numb as his bound arm was caressed.

“Three more and you get a reward,” Killer murmured, “think you can do that for me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, breathless and eyes half closed.

“Good boy.”

Smack.

“Twen-ty-eight,” he managed to gasp out.

Smack.

“Twenty-“ he took a deep, ragged breath, “n-nine.”

There was a pause, something distant in his brain was telling Kid to brace himself, but the pleasant buzz going on in his head was too loud for him to heed it.

Smack.

The redhead cried out, body lurching forward slightly as he gave a sobbed moan, cock dripping precum. Tears that had welled up in his eyes spilled down his cheeks as a needy, trembled sob fell from his lips.

“Thir-…th-thir-…thir-“

“Shhhh,” Killer hushed, hand still on his rear from the final strike, softly massaging the bright red skin, “that’s it, Kid. Such a good boy.”

Kid whimpered as everything seemed to fade away around him, eyes still open but mind shutting off to everything that wasn’t to do with Killer. Deft, calloused fingers gently untied his arm, his breath hitching in a loud, broken sob as pain-turned-pleasure shot through where the rope had been digging into, blood finally free to properly flow.

“Good boy,” Killer murmured, gently massaging the angry red lines on his skin before leaning down, lips pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, “gonna fuck your now, nice and slow and deep, would you like that as a reward?”

Kid hummed, rocking his hips back a little, ass bumping against Killer’s hot, heavy cock. He loved the sound of that, the man’s thick length grinding slow and steady against his prostate till he came undone, hands caressing his body in silent worship.

“Good boy,” Killer praised him again.

Fingers brushed against his still raw rear, making his breath catch in a whine, body tensing as it awaited another strike.

“Shh, easy there, beautiful,” Killer hushed, being extra careful as he pulled out the plug, the redhead’s eyes rolling slightly, lids fluttering at the faint stretch, “just getting this out.”

Kid groaned and rocked his hips back again, desperate to be filled by something once more.

“Lay on your front,” the blonde gently pushed on his back, coaxing him to relax, “wanna pamper you.”

Kid stretched out like a cat, muscles aching from his weight being on his knees and upper torso for so long. But again, Killer rubbed the dull, yet pleasant pain away, hands leaving only bone deep bliss in their wake. Once he seemed satisfied with his work, Killer straddled the redhead’s hips and thighs, his added weight further trapping Kid’s hard length between his stomach and the bedding. He felt the blonde rise up a little, the bed dipping by his left shoulder as Killer steadied himself.

Warm breath brushed past his ear, voice deep and gravelly with arousal, “Deep breath, gorgeous.”

Kid did exactly as he was told, taking in a deep, slow breath of air that was quickly stuttered out in a shaky groan as Killer sank his length into the young captain. Kid’s breath continued to tremble, the angle caused the blonde’s cock press perfectly against his prostate, making every inhale send tiny thrums of pleasure rolling up and down his spine. He shifted his hips a little, forehead dropping to the bed as he whimpered, his ass still sore yet the cock inside him pressing against all the right places.

“Ready?” Killer’s voice was so soft, sweet, fingers running through the hairs on the back of his neck, making him shiver.

Words didn’t want to come out, so Kid replied with a simple hum, and even that felt weird to do. He just wanted to simple be, not have to think or do, just exist in his current state of living.

“Such a good boy for me,” the blonde whispered as the bed dipped beside both his shoulders this time.

Kid’s body tensed as he gasped at the first light rock of his partner’s hips, barley pulling an inch out before pressing back in, keeping constant pressure on that bundle of nerves. Little moaned whimpers and sighs fell from his lips, a small part of him wanting to rock back to meet Killer’s pace, and maybe he was? His mind was just too fogged with pleasure to tell. His cock rubbed and ground against the bedsheet, every forward press rubbing the underside of the tip and making his thighs quiver

“That’s it, Kid,” Killer grunted softly above him, “fuck, you feel to good. Take my cock so well.”

A full body tremble ran through Kid at those words, breath hitching as he now consciously rocked back to meet the other’s thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you” the blonde panted, pace picking up slightly, making the bed squeak and groan in protest, “I can feel you getting tighter whenever I tell you how much of a good boy you are.”

Kid gave a needy, desperate moan, one he’d reprimand himself for if he was in his right mind. He tried to spread his legs wider, wanting the other deeper, while attempting to raise up on his arm for more leverage to press back. Pleasure coiled in his gut as he let out sharp, little gasps, body tightening all over, he ended up falling back down, body too numb with pleasure to support its own weight in anyway.

“God, oh fuck, that’s it,” Killer all but moaned, laying down fully on top of the redhead, keeping some of his weight on his arms and legs as he rutted into the young captain, “be a good boy and come for me, beautiful, wanna feel you clenching around my cock.”

Kid whimpered, half closed eyes rolling as he gasped for breath. The weight on his back, the heat cocooning around his body, the friction of his cock and in his ass, it was all too much.

He bowed his head, back arching as he let out a sound that was something between a whine and a shout. He could feel his cum splattering against his stomach, dripping onto the sheets as he bucked beneath the blonde. Fingers dig into the bed sheets as he bit down on the fabric, drooling and whimpering, body shaking violently. Killer rutted harder into him, groaning deep as he came inside, little tremors and a throb of his cock accompanying each spurt of cum.

He quivered all over, shaky, ragged pants falling from his red stained lips as his heartbeat hammered in his ears. His arm and legs tingled, mind still floating in bliss as the blonde gently pulled his spent cock out. Kid gave a broken whine at being left empty, yet the other man just chuckled.

“So needy,” Killer murmured, carefully pressing the plug back into him, “there, happy?”

The redhead gave an affirmative grunt, relaxing, sleep slowly taking him as a faint smile formed on his lips. 

[thegrandlinesimp]

Another pre-series, this one not long after they’d just started dating.

Also, you’re gonna see a lot more of me putting two days into one fill, my brain just pairs them together for longer, more fleshed out scenes.

Warnings: semi-public sex, Killer being a perv

Word Count: 1.5k

At the age of twenty-two, with four years of experience under his belt, Killer liked to think he had pretty much almost all his sexual preferences sorted out.

Then in came barreling Kid.

Kid, with his lean muscles and shit-eating grin. Kid, with his defiant gaze and wild red hair. Kid, with his needy moans and tear filled eyes staring up at him as he mercilessly fucked his ass without pause.

Kid, with his bare, sweat glistened back, swinging his woodcutting axe as he endeavoured to fell the fifth tree today.

Killer was doing his damdest to keep up, cutting the logs into planks once the redhead had stripped them of branches, getting rid of the bark the way Doc had showed them. They’d need a lot more wood if they wanted to finish their ship.

Or, ‘dreadnaught’, as Kid insisted on calling it. Not cause that was the class of ship they were building, but because it sounded cool.

The blonde’s chest swelled with affection as he smiled behind his mask, as much as he tried to act an adult, Kid would always be a child at heart. It was one of the things he loved about the wild redhead, even though he was by no means a boy anymore. He’d filled out over the past nine years, he remembered how Kid looked when Doc first took the two of them in. From scrawny, scowling child with a bone to pick with anyone who glanced his way, to young, muscular man so assured in who he wanted to be he’d throw hands with anyone who said otherwise.

Killer didn’t know when he’d developed feelings for his best friend, and Kid said it’d been the same for him. It just…happened.

Rather much like getting a boner from seeing your unfairly attractive boyfriend playing a shirtless lumberjack.

It just happened.

Killer tried his best to concentrate on sawing the piece of timber in front of him, yet with his mask on he couldn’t help but steal glances over at Kid, watching with bated breath as the man carried the newly fallen tree over to the pile as if it weighed no more than a bedroll. He remembered the first punch Kid ever threw at him, they were both so young then, Killer had called him ‘scrawny’ and the the little redhead had gotten mad. He’d felt it, but it left no bruise, no lingering ache.

“I wanna get stronger, like you! Teach me how to punch!”

His heart swelled again as he smiled, following a bead of sweat rolling down Kid’s spine as he walked to the next tree, but frowned as the redhead froze. Was there something out there? He wouldn’t put it past a pack of wolves to sneak up on them, especially if they were starving.

“I can feel you staring.”

And he could hear the grin in Kid’s voice.

Killer swallowed, flinching as he realised he’d stopped sawing altogether, “Can you blame me?” he said on pure reflex.

The younger man threw back his head and laughed, Killer’s face flushed at being caught. He was used to perving on others, the mask made it easy, but none of them had ever known him well enough to catch him.

Kid turned and stalked over to him, the sweat on his forehead seemed to accentuate his sharp, hungry gaze more, making him look ravenous. The blonde shifted, trying to keep his lower half hidden behind the makeshift workbench, that look in the other man’s eyes was doing things to him. It was all over though, the moment Kid stood beside him and glanced down, smiling wickedly at the prominent bulge in Killer’s pants.

“Damn, you’re a horny bastard,” he snickered.

“Says you,” Killer huffed, tensing.

They were outside, in the open, this wasn’t something he normally did in such an exposed area; once or twice in a dark alleyway, sure, but never in a wide open space like this.

It was broad daylight too!

Kid reached for his mask and he flinched, but relaxed when the offending hand was simply placed on the smooth metal. The redhead cocked a brow, smiling, and his heart skipped a beat. The lug-head was asking permission. His face burned and he thought steam would start rising out of the holes in his mask at the simple gesture.

He shook his head.

Kid’s smile dropped, as did his hand, cheeks reddening. He grumbled something under his breath as he went to turn away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wait,” Killer said, sounding breathless as he realised how fast his heart was beating, hand darting out to grab the him by the arm, “that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. It’s just,” he glanced around, face still burning, heart still hammering, “we’re a bit…it’s a bit open…”

The redhead’s manic smile returned immediately, twisting his arm in the blonde’s grasp so they were holding each other by the forearm, “Behind a tree?”

Killer swallowed, eyeing the pale, sweat riddled skin of the other’s chest, “Y-yeah, okay.”

He was dragged behind the closet tree, a thick birch that Kid had been looking at the other day, it’s trunk marked with a painted red X. He pushed Kid against the bark so they were to the left of the paint, the redhead still grinning away as he began to mouth at Killer’s exposed neck. His body was trembling with an odd sense of excitement, having never done anything so sexually thrilling right beneath the hot, beating sun. Killer started to unzip his pants - fumbling a little from the buzz vibrating through his body - when Kid cursed under his breath, he looked up at the younger man, tilting his head in question.

“No lube,” Kid growled through clenched teeth, though with his face pressed to Killer’s shoulder it sounded a lot like he was pouting.

Right, they’d never gotten off with each other without there being full on sex involved at some point. The corner of his mouth twitched as he was reminded how green the redhead still was, that same possessive ache coiling in his chest like it did on their first night, he remembered how he’d relished every time it had tightened with each question Kid had asked. The look of hungry, virginal curiosity in those crimson eyes never failing to light a fire in Killers gut.

“Cute,” Killer chuckled, cupping the younger man’s quickly reddening cheek.

“F-fuck off,” Kid snapped, “what do you mean ‘cute’?”

“How innocent you are, you don’t need to stick your dick in someone to call it sex,” Killer murmured, his mask bumping against Kid’s lips,

Fuck it.

With a huff he pulled his mask off and tossed it to the ground. Kid’s brow shot up, eyes wide at the rapid change in the older man. Before he could say anything, though, Killer mashed their lips together. With Kid going weak at the knees, the blonde took it upon himself to pull out the redhead’s cock. Kid groaned into his mouth as his dick was slowly jerked off, tongue brushing against his, making Killer buck his hips. He moaned, pulling his erection out, pressing his body forward so it was flush with Kid’s, rocking his hips to their bare cocks ground against one another.

“F-fuck,” Kid gasped, head rolling back and hitting the tree with a soft ‘thump’.

He was truly beautiful, scarlet hair weighed down and stuck to his forehead by sweat, fiery red eyes - usually filled with a gleam of mischievousness - lax with a look of pure want, blood red lips hanging open as he panted and moaned.

Fuck.

It was still too soon to say it out loud, yet the deep realisation Killer had in that moment seemed to stab him in the heart.

He was hopelessly in love.

He pressed his lips to Kid’s again, the two of them moaning as he gripped their cocks in hand, stroking them slowly as his tongue danced with Kid’s. Fingers gripped at his long hair as the redhead whimpered into his mouth, hips bucking as he shook. Killer nipped at the other���s lower lip, holding it between his teeth and sucking.

Kid moaned, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he pulled back for air, “Fucking- god, shit, fuck,” only to immediately dive back in, tongue dragging against his.

He didn’t last long after that, Kid never could go the length Killer could, always too eager to reach the end only to start the next round soon after. His body trembling between Killer and the tree, coming all over his sweat riddled abs.

Killer licked his lips at the fucked out expression staring at him, the redhead’s body still shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm. He took himself in hand, determined to come with that gorgeous, satisfied face staring at him with adoring eyes.

Though it seemed Kid had other plans, sinking gracelessly to his knees in the dirt and running his tongue up Killer’s pulsing cock.

Still looking at him with those same eyes.

Yeah, Killer thought as Kid took him into his warm, red lipped mouth, still choking a little with inexperienced enthusiasm, he had it bad.

[thegrandlinesimp]

Takes place pre-series, I imagine Kid and Killer built the Victoria Punk themselves over the course of a few years while living with Doc. It was during those years they started dating, so anything marked as “pre-series” is set in those years. Kid barley has any experience sex wise, he kept going after people way too old for him (he didn’t want to be anyone's first experience when it was his cause it would just be two virgins fumbling around and he didn’t wanna make a fool of himself) before he turned 18 and Doc would shoo them away (man would sometimes appear out of nowhere and it’d freak Kid out), so all he knows is what he saw at the pleasure house his mother worked at and the things he and Killer have tried. I mean he’s heard about a few things, sure, but it’s not like people openly talked about gay sex on their island.

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: nothing, just good ol’ ass eating and anal sex

The tension in Kid’s muscles slowly bled out as Killer dug deeper into his back with the heel of his palm. The older man was straddling the back of his thighs, massaging out a deep knot in his lower back he’d gotten from overworking that day on the ship. The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement as - with every third or fourth movement of the blonde’s torso - he felt a clothed, steadily growing erection bump against his covered ass.

The redhead snorted, “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“How so?” Killer asked way too nonchalantly to be a coincidence.

“Your dick says so,” Kid sniggered.

The older man froze, and Kid smirked, trying to save his frien- boyfriend some embarrassment by burying his face in the pillows he was laying on, shoulders shaking in repressed laughter.

It was still weird, up till three months ago he’d always seen Killer as ‘friend’, ‘boyfriend’ felt odd on his tongue when he said it, too soft and sweet. Maybe he’d come up with something different…

Significant other?

The cringing sensation in his chest told Kid to put that at the very bottom of the list.

“I…didn’t think you’d noticed,” Killer mumbled.

“Hard not to, with that monster you’re packing,” Kid chuckled, “so? Random boner, or something’s got you all worked up?”

“Just…thinking.”

Ohhh, this had to be good. Last time Killer was turned on from ‘just thinking’ Kid found his wrists tied to the headboard, his body near folded in half, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as the blonde plowed into him.

Fuck, now he was getting excited.

“Well?” If this was like last time, he’d have to pry it out of his lover.

…Eh, the spot above ‘significant other’ with that one, coy and sexy, but still a little cringy.

Shit, what else was there at this point?

“It’s…you might find it gross.”

“Oh, so it was ‘weird’ with the bondage and coming a bunch of times, but now it’s ‘gross’,” Kid was grinning from ear to ear by now, he turned his head so he was looking back at the masked blonde, “look, so long as all you do is come on me, I’m good.”

Killer seemed to straighten a little at that, “I…I wanna…well…eat you out…”

Kid’s mind went blank as he frowned, “I’m not a chick!”

“N-no,” blonde hair flopped from shoulder to shoulder as Killer shook his head, “I meant your, well…ass.”

He pursed his lips for a moment in thought, before saying with a shrug: “Eh, alright then.”

“Is…is that it?” Killer asked, “just…’eh’?”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Kid huffed, glaring at him, “I mean, sure, it’s weird, but I thought the bondage thing was too and I fucking loved that. So I’m thinking, why not try it?”

As he’s been talking, Killer had taken his mask off and placed it on his side of the bed, Kid tried his best to not smirk at the deep blush the older man was sporting. Killer was quite easily flustered for a man with such perverted thoughts, though once he really got into it, a beast seemed to come out, primal and greedy.

He craved the feeling of that beast’s claws on him.

“O-okay,” Killer muttered, “so, um, just stay there like that.”

Obviously, Kid thought, as he shifted fully onto his front again with a slight roll of his eyes.

Honestly? He wasn’t expecting a lot out of this, he in no way thought it’d feel as good as Killer sucking him off. But it was rare for the blonde to bring up the things he liked to Kid, so he decided to indulge his…

Amour?

Kid snorted right as the hem of his boxers were grabbed.

“Something funny?”

“Nah,” Kid replied, grinning into the pillow under him, “just thinking of dumb stuff.”

“Of course you would at a time like this,” Killer huffed, dragging the redhead’s boxers down, climbing off of him as he did, “have you washed?”

Kid had the decency to lift his legs to help him, coil of excitement tightening once his half hard cock was freed, “Of course.”

“Good boy.”

He bit his lip, glaring down at his pillow, doubting he’d never not feel annoyed at how much those two words affected him.

“Tuck your legs in,” the older man tapped his thigh with two fingers to make a point.

He grumbled, but found it too difficult to defy Killer when he got bossy in bed, face heating up at that fact as he lifted his bare ass and pulled bent his knees to pull his legs beneath himself. It left him open, vulnerable, face burning as his other half grabbed a taunt asscheek and gave it a firm squeeze.

…Almost, it was missing something, something deeper.

“You look to good like this,” Killer murmured as he kneaded his ass with both hands, “all spread out and desperate for me.”

“F-fuck off,” Kid tried to snap back, but let out a shaky whine as a thumb brushed the edge of his hole.

“And still trying to be so defiant,” there was a chuckle, dark yet promising, “I love it.”

A second later Kid twitched as he felt hot air on his lower back, a coarse hand stroked his thigh as lips pressed to his tailbone.

“F-fucking, c’mon,” he grunted, face burning, “get on with it.”

There is was again, that dark laughter that Killer saved just for him, “So bossy, I thought I told you, Kid.”

The redhead yelped as teeth sank into his ass, hard, almost bucking back if it weren’t for a firm, steadying hand on his hip.

“Bossy brats don’t get what they want.”

Kid bit into the pillow beneath him, trying to at least muffle the whine he’d failed to swallow. Instead of snapping back, he swayed his hips, face heating with his heart racing in shame as Killer’s breath hitched.

“Good boy.”

He didn’t even to try to stop the moan from that one.

Again, Kid yelped as something warm and wet brushed just above his hole. It felt weirdly good, his half hard cock giving a throb of interest at the strangely pleasant sensation. The next was around his rim, his breath catching as this time he managed to stop himself from making any embarrassing noises. Fuck, they’d barely just started and he was already enjoying it. Kid couldn’t help but get a bit pissed at his body, but for what like felt the thousandth time since he’d started dating the blonde, he reminded himself of one key thing.

It was okay to submit, so long as it was Killer.

Slowly he stopped fighting how good it was feeling, letting low hums and gasps as Killer’s tongue dragged and pressed against his hole. His cock throbbed, swollen and rock hard, dripping precome as he rocked back without thinking. Hands gripped his ass cheeks, spreading him wider, lips pressed to his ass as Killer’s tongue poked at his loosened hole.

It felt odd, if he was being completely honest, a lot like the first time Killer had fucked him. Though that had been a full feeling, whereas this one he wanted to both squirm away from and press back against at the same time. It was good, though, the soft, wet drag around his rim make his dick twitch as he groaned, unable to do much but fist the sheets. The tongue pressed and pressed, before pushing in, making him gasp and tremble.

“F-fucking- holy-!”

The blonde chuckled at the sound of his voice cracking, the vibrations making him bite down again on the pillow, cock swinging as he bucked back. Kid gave a shaky groan as the tongue pulled out, only to keen as it roughly thrust back in. The motion was repeated, again and again and again, his eyelids fluttering shut as he moaned and cried out.

“K-Kil!”

With one hand he reached down to stroke his aching cock, but it wasn’t enough.

“God, fuck!” He moaned, biting at his pillow as he palmed himself in rough, quick strokes, “Fucking- dick, put your dick in me already!”

Killer pulled away, panting hot breaths against his spit soaked asshole, making him shiver.

“Say that again.”

Kid couldn’t give a damn that he’d never begged without the blonde telling him to, all he cared about was getting that long, thick cock in his ass, “You heard me, bastard, put your dick in my ass and fuck me till I pass out.”

Killer was already pouring lube onto his hand, “Only because you’ve been a good boy and asked for it.”

The redhead groaned, swaying his hips at the slick, clicking sounds of his companion stoking himself with his lubed hand.

Nearly, not quite, but close.

His breath hitched at the tip of the older man’s cock pressed into him, easily sinking after the last few months of near nonstop sex.

“Fuck,” Killer huffed as his hips bumped against Kid’s ass, “remember how you struggled to take me our first night?”

“F-fuck off,” Kid panted, already trying to rock back.

“Mmm, but I love it,” the redhead gasped as the other man pulled out and snapped his hips forward in one fluid movement, “means you’re moulded to the shape of my cock.”

His breath hitched and he groaned as Killer set a brutal pace, grinding perfectly against his prostate with each powerful thrust. He shoved his face into his pillow, shouting and moaning as the blonde effectively rode his ass.

Fingers gripped at his hair and gave a harsh tug, pulling his limp, fucked-out body up. His back was pressed to Killer’s chest, the blonde never losing rhythm as he manhandled Kid into the position he wanted. One hand held onto his hip as the other groped at his pale chest, fingertips finding a nipple and twisting it mercilessly.

“Fucking- oh, fuck!” Kid cried out as his sensitive chest was tugged and pinched.

His eyes rolled, hips bucking in the blonde’s iron hold as he trembled.

“K-Kil, gonna c-come!”

“Then come, but if you get it on the pillow you’re licking it up.”

The harsh growl in his ear, just knowing that Killer had his teeth clenched as he fucked wildly into his ass, was what did Kid in. He doubled over and near howled, cum splattering over the bed sheets, a few streaks landing on his pillow.

Killer chuckled, breathless, “Such a messy brat,” he shoved Kid down, making him gasp, before grabbing his hair again and forcing him look at the cum covered pillow, “now clean up.”

Kid whined, tongue dragging over the streaks of white on his pillow that were already soaking into the fabric. Killer hadn’t stopped fucking him, making his body rock and bounce as his over sensitive ass was pounded relentlessly, his sob riddled cries of pleasure nearly drowning out the sound of skin slapping on skin. He could feel the fat, hot tears run down his cheeks as his eyes - half shut in bliss - rolled.

“T-too m-mu-mu-“ Kid tried to get the two simple words out, but his body didn’t want to do much other than take anything and everything Killer was giving him.

Though the blonde seemed to understand, leaning over him so his hands were placed just beside his shoulders. Instead of long, powerful thrusts, the change in position forced Killer to give short, deep bucks. It was no less pleasurable, but the drop in intensity let Kid take a proper breath, sobs morphing back into broken cries and moans.

“Such a good boy,” that deep, baritone voice rasped in his ear, “g-gonna fill you up, want that?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kid gasped out, petering off as the blonde sat back up and ground into him.

His body trembled as Killer groaned, giving two final snapped thrusts before stilling, letting out a shaky gasp as he pumped the redhead full, cock pulsing as he grunted. Kid whined and rocked back, he could’ve sworn he’d come again, just faintly, too fucked out to really tell the difference between what his blissed out state and an actual orgasm felt like at this point.

“Good boy,” Killer murmured, rubbing his hip, “always so good for me, Kid.”

He mumbled something incoherent, shivering as the blonde pulled out of him.

A hand stroked up and down his back, that dark voice long gone as his partner spoke, “Shower, then cuddle?”

Kid gave a lopsided smile as a pair of strong arms helped him up, “Yeah.”

Partner.

He liked that one.

[thegrandlinesimp]

Sooo this isn’t Kinktober but it ties in. I wanted to do something that helped explain how I see these two as a couple before diving into the sexy stuff, if I didn’t there would be a lot of what you’re reading below littered about the Kinktober fills (there’s still some, especially for the ‘Heartbeat’ day, but not as much as there could have been.

Tagging fellow Kid simps (don’t worry guys there’s no smut in this one, could probably rate it T for the aversion to smut): @eustassslut @eustasssimp @childofblackmaria

Eustass Kid was not a man who willing submitted easily, the defiant fire that burned through his veins wouldn’t allow him to, even though he enjoyed it. Yes. He liked it, being to the receiving end; it made him feel pampered, wanted, regardless of how roughly he was treated. He felt sated, right, and for a long time after he was less prone to the fiery outbursts he was known for.

But, then again, he’d only ever submitted to one person.

The idea of doing so for anyone else made his stomach flip, a sense of unease coiling tight within his chest as his breath hitched. If the mere idea felt it wrong, he dreaded what the act itself would be like.

But with Killer? Killer was safe. Killer wouldn’t laugh at him, wouldn’t lord it over him, never say cruel things like “the great Eustass Captain Kid, taking my cock like a common whore!”.

No, he never did those things, maybe a light verbal tease a few times a month, a proverbial little nudge whenever he was feeling playful, but he never once overstepping the unseen boundaries he knew Kid had. For Killer he let his walls crumble, let that harsh persona he showed the world lay to rest for a few hours. In return Killer never failed to take his mask off, baring what he hated most about himself to the man he loved with all his heart.

It was symbiotic, in a way, at least Kid considered it to be. How he needed something and Killer was the only one he was comfortable getting it from; while Killer had a mean, rough streak that flared every now and then, but he knew Kid could take whatever he dished out.

That wasn’t to say they never slept with other people, though more often than not they tag teamed someone, both taking up the dominate position for the night. As for when one went solo, there was a nod across the bar to the other, a silent question if it was okay. If the nod was returned then it was all good, if not there was an immediate and instinctual pull to dump the would be one night stand and go see what was wrong. They were open books to each other, even with Killer’s mask and Kid’s self smothered emotions. Those times they did take some random stranger to bed without the other was always out of a sense of lust, a mere passing curiosity that could easily be ignored for the sake of the other. Though Kid would roll his eyes to save face and Killer stiffen with uncertainty, they never wished ill upon one another.

In a way - for them - it went beyond the simple term “love”. Such a word made Kid scrunch up his nose and for Killer it never felt strong enough. It ran deeper, deeper than words could properly describe, “bone deep” still didn’t cut it. Neither said it out loud, but the term “soulmate” - while corny in Kid’s perspective - perfectly described what they had.

Kid had only had a small handful of adult teeth growing through when he met Killer, while Killer had had no friends, just other children who hovered near him to jeer and laugh. Kid only had his mother, a horrible woman who would rather let her son starve than go without a meal herself, while Killer wasn’t allowed anywhere near the orphanage - despite being an orphan himself - because he “disturbed the other children”.

Two outcasts bought together not by necessity or pity, but by simple friendship and camaraderie. Kid didn’t think Killer was weird, and Killer treated Kid with nothing but respect. Through the years it grew, spread its roots deep, neither unable to truly tell when they fell for the other. From there it grew even deeper, two souls clicking together, neither knowing where they ended and the other began, neither wanting to know.

They just…

Fit.

[thegrandlinesimp]

Just so people know I’m not updating Kinktober this Sunday as me and the bf are going away for our anniversary