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koqabear · 1 year ago

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Dom! Gyu × bunny hybrid reader in heat ?

“In which you, Beomgyu’s odd and eccentric neighbor, take an interest in him.”

beomgyu x fem!bunny hybrid reader // wc: 2.7K // fluff, smut, hybrid au, MDNI.

warnings: barely edited hehe, dom!gyu, sub!mc, unprotected sex, breast play, dry humping, oral (f. rec), fingering, multiple orgasms, gyu is big sorry not sorry, dacryphilia, manhandling, creampies

Notes: haven’t written a hybrid au in so long omg… i've been thrown back to my roots.

Beomgyu who, when he first met you, thought you were a little strange.

The strange person he held the elevator for when he first moved into the apartment complex, unsure of who you were as he instead took in the way you were shivering violently, hood pulled over your head tightly and arms wrapped around yourself as you barely made an effort to look at him; you wore a mask, hiding your features and leading Beomgyu to assume you were just sick.

You had gotten off on the same floor as him, and it wasn’t until he found himself trailing behind you that he realized that you were neighbors— and, though he didn’t mean to, his eyes inevitably fell to a certain something that piqued his interest, white and fluffy and peeking from under the hem of your hoodie as he couldn’t help the breath of surprise that he let out— and, without realizing it, he got your attention, watching as you turned around and gave him a look through your wide, sparkling and slightly dazed eyes; he could only smile sheepishly before he turned back to unlock his door, pretending as though he didn’t feel your intense stare on him before you finally decided to go into your home.

Beomgyu never thought he’d be in this position before; his neighbor, a bunny hybrid, floppy ears and fluffy tail always twitching with surprise every time you bumped into each other; as much as you wanted to hide your emotions, you simply couldn’t, and it wasn’t long before your excitable personality forced you to strike a conversation in the very place you first met— an elevator ride has never felt so short when he talked to you, wishing nothing more than to properly be friends and maybe, get to know him better.

Over time, your wish comes true— but it’s never enough for you, stuck with small talk and conversations that are always cut short because oh, I have to go, or sorry, I just got back from work and I’m pretty tired, only getting more and more discouraged because your meetings are always limited to the hallways, or the lobby, or worse, the elevator. But of course, this does little to hinder you— your face always lighting up every time you see him, your cute ears always coming up in attention before you’re quickly forcing them down with a sheepish smile, your fluffy tail twitching wildly behind you as you tug your hoodie down a little more and keep your hands behind your back.

Beomgyu who, in one of your two-minute conversations, lets it slip that he’s been so busy these days, and that he hasn’t eaten a home cooked meal for so long, half-heartedly joking that my stomach feels so empty all the time.

And as a rational person, what do you do? Make him a meal, of course! Compiled of all his favorite foods you’ve managed to weasel out of him, pretending to be casual about it as you instead took note of them each, your mind racing on how to make them— for once, you find yourself oddly shy as you finally approach him, taking that it’s one of his few days off into account as you ask him if he’d like to eat dinner tonight.

All Beomgyu can think is that he’s never seen you like this— your usual outgoing and eccentric personality gone, your face flushed and your ears practically hiding you as you tap your foot absentmindedly— the feeling that festers inside him is new and intense, pretending as though he’s not holding back the urge to coo at you as he instead tells you I’d love to with a charming smile.

Beomgyu who, after aweing at the intricate meal you prepared and sheepishly telling you that you didn’t have to go all out for him, thinks he might have a little crush on you.

Two-minute conversations turn to five— only because he’s off to work in the mornings, but he tries really hard to push past his fatigue and stop you in the hallways to talk. Boring days off turn into days where he’s over at your apartment— or you’re cooped up in his, never a dull moment between you two as you eventually take those days to cook together— he finds himself looking forward to those days even more, unaware of the way he’s begun to actively seek you out as well; you’re no longer the one pining desperately, and you barely have to do anything but text Beomgyu are you home? If you want to see him.

There’s an unaddressed tension to your relationship; surely, it’s normal to spend days at each other’s apartments, acting clingy and stealing his hoodies every chance you get, right? Yeah, it’s completely normal to hug Beomgyu a little tighter when you’re about to leave, telling him it’s completely normal and instinct when you nudge your nose a little closer to his pulse point, your scent rubbing off on him and his onto you as you bid him goodnight with a satisfied smile.

It’s totally normal to be like this with a friend; normal to lay in bed restless, unsure of how else to get rid of the feeling that festers in your stomach than to reach for the hoodie you discarded because it was too hot, bringing the soft item to your nose and closing your eyes as you inhale deeply— and suddenly he’s there with you, and it’s not your hand that’s slipping under the waistband of your shorts, body alight with a carnal desire that seemingly doesn’t end— it isn’t until your mind is exhausted but your body continues to buzz impatiently that you realize what’s going on.

Beomgyu catches onto your ill state immediately— when he hasn’t seen or heard from you for three days, he’s at your door immediately, meekly asking if you’re home and pressing his ear against the wood for any signs of sounds.

Meanwhile, you’re absolutely miserable. The sound of his voice alone is enough to have you whimpering and crying, his hoodie wrinkled and held tightly in your hands as you shift restlessly on your bed— it doesn’t smell like him anymore, and your nose twitches at the way his scent practically floods through the door, your mind clouded and impairing your mind that screams at you to not answer.

But you’ve never been good with self-control, have you? Throwing yourself on him the moment you open the door, pulling him in a bone crushing hug and hiding your face into his chest as you inhale deeply— your body feels like it’s on fire against Beomgyu’s skin, and he’s gasping slightly at the way he’s practically holding you up, taking in your state before he’s leading you back inside, asking you quietly if you’re alright, if you need to go to the hospital.

Beomgyu shouldn’t have gone inside. It’s the last sober thought that passes through your mind, every other instinct soon taking over the moment he closes the door behind him; you’re tugging at his hoodie, face buried in the crook of his neck as you cling to him desperately, cute fluffy tail going wild behind you at the mere scent of him— he’s caught off guard by the way your hands grip onto his hoodie, pulling him closer to you by the waist as you merely whine that you missed him; voice shaky and soft, eyes brimming with tears as he feels the way your wet lashes brush against his skin— he tries to remain calm at the way your warm breath and soft lips continue to brush against his sensitive neck, gulping heavily as his arms slowly come up to hug you back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, feeling the way you barely seem to process anything as you stumble forward instead, pushing him back and against the door as you press yourself flush against him, too afraid to make any advances but too desperate that you just have to feel his touch all over you, “Are— are you sick? Do you need me to go get you some medicine?”

His worried voice is what lets you snap out of it, even if it’s just for a moment; pushing yourself off him with haste, eyes wide and sobered as your mouth parts slightly with shock from your behavior— you’re embarrassed to meet his gaze, his eyes wide like yours and his cheeks flushed a slight red; you’re stuttering useless excuses as you stumble back, wringing your hands nervously and chewing on your lip as you proceed to look everywhere but him.

It takes a while before it all clicks for him; your behavior— eerily similar to when you first met, he thinks— clingy and shaking yet holding yourself back as you tell him you should leave, your eyes longing but your actions saying otherwise as you reach to open the door for him— only to be stopped, pulled back by Beomgyu as you whimper weakly at the way his hand feels on your searing skin.

“Let me stay,” he whispers, watching as you only let out a shaky breath at his words, “Let me help you.”

There’s no going back after that; you’re on him without hesitation, ignoring any rationality that tells you not to give in, that you could ruin the way things are— but it doesn’t really matter to you as you’re pulling him along and stumbling to your room, unable to take your lips off his as the kiss grows rough and messy, his hands firm on your waist as he smiles at your eagerness.

You’re desperate to shed off everything; there is no slow and romantic moment, not when you feel as though your body is on fire and your mind craves nothing more than the man who hovers over you. His eyes are low lidded and dark as he takes you in, soft skin tempting and covered with a thin sheen of sweat from how hard you’ve been holding yourself back— immediately grabbing his wrists and encouraging him to touch you, back arching and mouth falling open the moment his cool hands play with your breasts, your mind reeling at the fact that you finally get to have him like this.

Beomgyu isn’t faring very well either; in awe at the way you’re so desperate and fucked out for him, kneeling between your legs and feeling the way you’ve already begun to grind against him— pussy leaking onto his sweats, leaving a stain you don’t seem to care much about as you press yourself harder against him instead. Your hair is mused and your face is flushed as you whimper desperately for him to touch you, do something to make the pain go away; need you, want you to fuck me so bad, please, gyu…

He never thought he’d be in this position; the cute neighbor he met a while ago, now in heat and under him as you whine and whimper for his cock, still not satiated even after he’s made you cum on his tongue and fingers, his hair tangled and held tightly in your hands as you cry and pull him closer to your pussy, still not satisfied even after countless rounds.

Gotta prep you baby, make sure you’re ready, you thought that was nothing more than him teasing you, stringing you along with the promise of fucking you as he played with your pussy until you were a crying and begging mess— fluffy ears plastered to the pillows below you as your hips bucked into his face, mindlessly babbling that it didn’t matter, you can take it, you need it.

But your reaction says it all; he’s much bigger than you expected, eyes widening and mouth watering at the sight of him pulling his cock out and slowly stroking it, hovering over you and aligning himself with your entrance as he lowly whispers if you’re sure, if you’re ready— you merely respond with a hasty nod, leg hooking around his waist and pulling him closer to you as you feel his tip finally push inside you.

The stretch is a bit uncomfortable at first. But you push through it, swallowing thickly and letting out a weak moan that only has his cock twitching inside you; shaky breaths escaping him as he waits for you to tell him to move, his fingers digging into your hips in order to try and control himself.

When he finally gets the okay, he’s no better than you— holding your hips still and fucking into you with hard, calculated thrusts, figuring out what feels best by the choked cry you let out, frantic hands grabbing onto his forearms and your cute ears perking up— eyes rolling back, your thighs close around him and threaten to pull him in closer, practically unable to move as he feels you cum around his cock; clenching around him so tightly he’s barely able to keep fucking you, resorting to harsh shallow thrusts that make you let out hiccuped, whiny moans.

Your body falls limp, but only for a second; Beomgyu’s cock is still hard and rutting slowly inside you, humping you pathetically as he has yet to cum— your mind is suddenly engulfed with the need to feel him fill you up, broken voice quietly begging him to keep fucking you as the same fire from before festers in your stomach, lips bitten raw from how desperate you feel yourself become; hips slowly rolling against his, feeling the way he hisses at the action, pulling your hips flush against his before he’s leaning down to kiss you.

Insatiable, is all Beomgyu can use to describe you, fucking you again and eventually turning you around, face pressed into the sheets and your ass up as he uses this new position to fuck you stupid— and it works, his chest pressed against your back as he hovers over you, fucking you into the mattress and whispering things that have you crying and clenching around his cock; whining cutely that you just want him to use you, fill you up and treat you like nothing more than his little toy— words that have him laughing meanly in your ear, cooing mockingly that he’ll gladly do so, sitting up and watching the way your tail and legs twitch with every one of his rough thrusts.

Even after he cums inside you, filling you to the brim and bottoming out as he feels the way you squeal and come undone after, he continues to fuck you; he’s hard again and your fluttering walls aren’t helping him, your hands gripping at the sheets and bunching them in your fingers as you cry for him to do it again, again again, just wanna feel you cum inside, pleasepleaseplease want you to do it again.

Round after round, Beomgyu fucks you like you deserve; putting your body into as many positions he can think of— putting you into a mating press or laughing meanly as he makes you ride him, your legs wobbly and weak as you can barely make a pace for yourself— and it all ends the same, feeling him cum inside you to the point where it can’t stay inside anymore, thighs and stomach all coated with the slick substance as you can only beg for more, more more more gyu please, just one more?

Beomgyu, ever the gentleman, is unable to deny you— fucking you good during the rest of your heat, making sure it doesn’t remain a one-time thing as he sticks around and takes care of you afterwards, telling you sheepishly that this is probably the worst time to tell you this, but I really like you.

Watching the way you’re only stricken with awe, ears upright and your tail wiggling behind you as a grin overtakes your face— your pessimist heart thought this would end with a friends-with-benefits situation or worse, and not with him laying next to you and staring at you with sparkling, hopeful puppy eyes— and you’re immediately jumping on him, a giggly mess as you pepper him with kisses and bury your face into his neck; inhaling his scent deeply, the warm and familiar smell that will be on you 24/7 from now on.

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a-killer-obsession · 7 months ago

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

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

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns. THIS IS A DEAD DOVE FIC PLEASE READ A03 TAGS BEFORE STARTING!!

Masterlist || AO3

Chapter 1 - Yin

Kid searches for a weapon, and finds something unexpected.

WC: ~6k

A/N: first of all, please read the tags on A03 before starting!!! There are some very very heavy themes in this fic! Second: this used to be a third person POV, so the first few chapters are low key riddled with typos/grammar issues. I am aware of them and I have a fix ready to go, but due to ny health I haven't had a chance to update on a pc. Please just ignore the mistakes thank you, you should only find them in the first 3 or 4 chapters I think?

Update: 9/9/24 - first 2 chapters have been corrected, so it should be more readable now!

To say the least, Kid was fucking pissed off. He'd spent months gathering intel on a weapon, tracking its movements between marine bases, researching each new location it was held at and following close behind so he could take it for himself, only for it to be moved again whenever he got close. Months of chasing, months of disappointment after disappointment as the weapon moved just as he was about to catch up to it. All his intel told him the weapon should be here. He punched the concrete wall of the marine armory with his metal arm in anger, blasting straight through the cement. His men had been swift in making their way through the marine base, but the armory held nothing but standard issue guns and blades, along with a few crates of cannon balls.

To top it all off, after months of the weapon being moved between smaller, easy to invade marine bases, this one was massive, covering the entire spring island. The base housed several thousand marines easily, along with hundreds more in training. It was a hub for all of the surrounding islands, heavily fortified and well defended, the Kid Pirates had already been here for hours to make it this far. His crew was strong, as to be expected when the captain and first mate are both supernovas, but fighting that many marines was tedious. He usually wouldn't have bothered with making trouble for himself here, the risk for a base this size was never usually worth the reward, but the weapon was supposed to be here. He had finally caught up to it, and he was more than sick of chasing his tail trying to catch it. He was going to get the weapon today, no more cat and mouse. At this rate though it would take all day to clear out the marines and search the rest of the island, and there was no guarantee it would even be here. The longer they spent here, the more he felt like his intel was wrong. He made a mental note to return to the last island and kill the weasel who sent him here, it was starting to feel like a trap.

He'd first heard of the weapon a little over four months ago, overheard in a conversation between a small, not-worth-the-effort-to-fuck-with crew in a shitty tavern on some sad shitty winter island the log pose had forced them to stay on for five miserable days. A weapon with ties to Vegapunk, capable of swift, targeted attacks, at both long and short range. But at the same time, also capable of large scale, mass casualty attacks that could clear hundreds of men in one swift motion. It immediately piqued his interest - a strong, versatile weapon to further his goal of becoming King of the Pirates. It tickled his curiosity, he wanted to know what made this weapon tick, maybe even pull it apart to figure out the mechanisms and duplicate it.

He didn't know much else about the weapon, except that it used something to do with shockwaves. Or vibrations, or something. The intel was unclear. All he knew was he wanted the weapon, and tracking it had become somewhat of an unhealthy obsession. If anyone on the crew had anything to say about the matter, he couldn't care less. He had to have the weapon, he deserved it. And it was supposed to be here. Other than that, all he knew was the weapon's codename: Project Yin.

He let out an angry growl as he turned to leave the armory. It had to be on this base somewhere, he just had to figure out where. Followed closely by his first mate, Killer, he moved back through the crowds of marines that continued to fight his men. He barely took notice of them as he moved to the next building in the complex, letting Killer cut down anyone who dared to approach and knocking down marines that stood in his way with his metal arm like they were nothing more than annoying bugs.

The next building they came to seemed to be some sort of main office complex. Maybe the weapon was held in the safe in the Commodore's office or some shit, at the very least he could find the cunt and torture the information out of him. The way this day was going, he was itching for some good old fashion torturing. He broke down the door with a heavy kick, letting it slam to the floor and walking over it, his heavy boots leaving bloodied footprints on the fallen door, which creaked as it threatened to break under his weight.

The first room he entered seemed like some sort of basic office setup, with desks arranged around the space in neat formations, papers and file folders and various stationary items arranged in tidy, disciplined setups over most of the desks. The walls of the room were lined with filing cabinets and bookcases, broken up by the occasional pot plant or commercial sized printer. The back wall had a sturdy looking door with a keypad-style lock. Experience told Kid that behind it was likely either something valuable, or some sort of holding cells. Either way he would find out.

He used his devil fruit to rip the heavy metal door from its hinges, directing it away from him and breaking apart several desks as it crashed through them. He stomped through the room, followed by Killer who's light footsteps were barely audible. To Kid's annoyance, it was in fact a holding cell. He let out a huff, and turned to continue his search elsewhere, pulling drawers randomly from desks and emptying their contents on the floor, when his first mate pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“Someone is in there,” he told Kid, his striped mask turned in the direction of the holding cell, “I'm sensing a strong haki, and someone else as well. Strong one might be the commodore”

Kid grumbled but took heed, he knew Killer's instincts were always reliable, and his observation haki was exceptional, it was worth a quick look at least. He turned back to the cells with an annoyed sigh and made his way inside.

At first glance it was empty. A cold, dark cell with typical iron bars to his left, and a plain looking desk, for assumedly whoever was keeping watch over the prisoners, to his right. A small light hung above the desk, barely lighting the space with an orange glow. Killer strolled past him to the desk, moving behind it with swift movements and bending down. Kid heard a yelp as Killer pulled up a man by his uniform collar who'd been hiding behind the desk. ‘Tsk, fucking coward’

He had to laugh, looking at the man. Judging by his cowardice he had assumed the marine was some poor desk jockey grunt, out of his depth against actual enemies, but to Kid's amusement the coward's uniform revealed him to be the Commodore himself. The Captain gave Killer a sly smirk and a nod, and Killer quickly pinned the pathetic marine to the wall, the curved blade from one of his wrist gauntlets pressed to the man's throat. A thin line of blood dribbled down his neck as the blade pressed into it, breaking the skin with precise pressure to add to the intimidation.

Kid approached the man with his usual cocky demeanor, his smirk quickly replaced by a frown as he remembered why he was here. Fed up with the runaround, he wanted answers now.

“Where's the weapon,” he growled, “we know it's here, tell me where it is and we'll make your death quick. Hold off on the info, or lie to us, and my friend here will peel your skin inch by inch and feed it to you till you're nothing but bare muscle, then he'll really start to have fun with you”

“Don't you fucking dare,” a cold voice came from the dark cell behind him.

Kid's head whipped in its direction, rage bubbling quickly as he absorbed the clear disrespect. Without hesitation he ripped open the bars of the cell with his devil fruit, racing inside and grabbing the human within with his metal arm. He closed his fist around their neck, holding them up by it and letting them dangle.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He spat at the thin, tall woman in his grasp who stared back at him with cold eyes.

“I said, don't you fucking dare,” you replied with little emotion, “are you deaf or just fucking stupid?”

He slammed you against the back wall of the cell, holding you high against it so your feet dangled well above the floor. The faint light from above the desk revealed your messy purple hair that fell to your waist, your unhealthy complexion, scattered with small lilac freckles, and your dirty, torn, marine uniform that hung off your thin frame. Your hands hung limply in front of you, bound by seastone cuffs, the style that had no chain between each cuff. Under them were raw wounds from the constant rubbing of stone against skin.

“And why the fuck would I listen to a slut like you?” He laughed, tightening his grip on your neck, careful to leave just enough space for you to reply.

“Because that's my kill,” you replied nonchalantly, wheezing slightly, but acting like the metal hand around your neck was nothing more than a pretty necklace. You'd had worse. “I'm going to kill that rapist bastard myself, let me out of these cuffs or I'll fucking kill you too”

Kid didn't think for one second that this lanky, feeble looking woman in front of him could even scratch him, but his brow raised in curiosity, his metal hand loosening its grip on your neck ever so slightly

“This pig raped you?” He asked, his flesh hand pointing at the commodore. Kid was a murderer, the worst kind of blood thirsty savage, but he didn't fuck with rapists. That was sick, even by his standards.

“Every fucking chance he got,” your voice was laced with absolute venom. His hold on your neck retracted immediately as his rage quickly redirected back to the commodore, and he let you fall back to your feet. You wobbled a little as you regained your balance, but didn't even attempt to rub at the bruises that were quickly forming on your neck, your piercing eyes locked on to the marine who had caused you years of suffering.

“Let me out of these cuffs,” you asked flatly. Usually Kid wouldn't tolerate being ordered around, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. How the fuck could this skinny bitch possibly kill a commodore? He'd probably kill you first, but at least it'd be entertaining.

“Please don't,” the commodore begged, “please just kill me yourself, please for the love of the everything, please, I'll tell you everything I know, don't let her near me”

Now Kid was really curious, and he shared a look with Killer. His striped mask hid his expression, but he knew his friend well enough to know that under the mask was likely an intrigue that matched his own.

“The keys are in the desk drawer,” you stated with a strained voice, trying to move the situation along. You were eager to get started and it seemed like these pirates were going to give you what you wanted. You recognized them from their wanted posters, though given their reputation you were surprised at the captain's reaction to your rape allegations.

Kid flashed another brief look at you, then strolled to the desk, pulling open the drawer and retrieving a set of keys. He returned to you and opened the cuffs, his eyes scanning you carefully, while your eyes never left the commodore, who was shaking in fear now.

Before the cuffs even hit the ground, your eyes changed from [e/c] to a strange, unnatural pink-gray. There was no longer a defined iris or pupils to your eyes, only pink-grey sclera. A quiet trickling sound came as the commodore pissed himself, and Kid laughed in amusement. What the fuck was this skinny little girl going to do to him? He gave Killer a nod as he walked out of the cell, and Killer grabbed the marine by the back of his neck. He dragged the man to the cell, throwing him in front of you and standing back with Kid to observe with equal curiosity.

The marine scampered backwards, pressing his back against the wall as you smiled cruelly at him, twitching ever so slightly. You raised a hand slowly, leveling it in front of you like you were reaching out. The commodore spilled out a slew of apologies, begging for forgiveness and his life. It occured to Kid suddenly that you might actually kill him.

“Wait, fuck, don't kill him yet,” he interrupted, “we need to know where the weapon is”

“I can show you where,” you replied, a toothy grin on your face as you approached the commodore.

“I'm not talking about some piss poor gun,” he grumbled, “I'm looking for something more importa-”

“Yin,” you cut him off, “I'll show you where she is”

Kid almost killed you himself right there and then for interrupting him again, but he was startled at the same time by the fact that you obviously knew the weapon he was here for. Clearly you were more useful to him than the commodore. You turned your head slowly to look at him, and you could tell by the way his heart beat faster that the look in your unnaturally coloured eyes unnerved him to say the least. They were lifeless, yet somehow glazed over with a look he recognized as bloodlust.

“Alright,” he relented, just wanting those creepy eyes to stop staring at him, “go ahead then.”

You gave him a grin that sent a shiver down his spine, and much to Kid's dismay you maintained eye contact with him as the commodore began to scream. The scream quickly turned to shrill, blood curdling shrieks, and Kid broke the harrowing eye contact to look at the marine. You hadn't touched him, but he was red and sweating. His skin was blistering like he was boiling alive, and his hair began to shed from his scalp and fall to the floor in clumps. All of a sudden the redness faded, and his skin became pale and clammy as his lips turned blue and he began to shiver violently. Then red again. Then blue.

You began to laugh. If anyone were to hear it out of context, they would describe it as playful, pure joy. The laugh of an innocent girl playing in a field of bright wildflowers on a temperate spring day. You were enjoying yourself more than someone just taking petty revenge, it was clear to the pirates that you were a little more than fucked up in the head and entirely mercilessly as the marine writhed and screamed in pain. Kid swore he felt his dick twitch looking at you, a woman that mirrored his own fucked up bloodlust.

“Alright,” he interjected, before his dick could get any further, “we don't have all day, get it over with”

You flashed him a sweet smile and winked at him. “Here comes the big finish!” you laughed, “he always loves when I make him blow his load!”

The marine's head began to vibrate to the point of looking blurry to the naked eye, and with one last scream his skull burst open, sending blood, brains, and bone fragments flying in a horrific display of gory confetti. Kid braced an arm over his face to protect himself, but when he put it back down he found unexpectedly that he was clean. Some kind of invisible wall stood between him, and the now headless body that was slumping to the floor, blood spurting from the severed arteries as his heart made its last few feeble pumps. The strange wall released, and the pink mist that had adhered to it fell to the floor with a splash, forming a perfect semicircle around the body. You twitched and laughed maniacally at the sight, it had been so long since you'd had this much fun, and Kid looked at Killer with astonishment. ‘What the fuck kind of devil fruit did this girl have?’ they both thought to themselves.

After several minutes of manic laughter as the pirates stood in shocked silence, you finally settled yourself, wiping your tears of joy from your eyes and picking the seastone cuffs back up. You didn't put them on, just held them. It had the effect of making your eyes return back to the natural colour they had previously been, much to Kid's relief.

“Follow me,” you finally broke the silence, pracing past them with a near skip in your step and out of the room like nothing had even happened. The pirates followed you quietly, trying to process what they'd seen. They'd done some pretty fucked up shit before, but they'd never seen a woman act like that. Both of them were sporting half hard dicks at this point, but neither would admit it. Kid had already made the decision in his mind to offer you a ride to the next island, in the hopes he would get a chance to see what this ruthless, feral woman would look like speared on his dick. You may have been practically skin and bones, and had barely anything in the way of tits or ass right now, but the pure psychopathic energy radiating off you was enough for him to want to fuck you. Nothing quite like the thrill of a woman who could kill you in an instant to keep things fresh in the bedroom, he always did like a challenge.

They followed you back through the office, to a set of stairs on the left of the room. You'd been at this particular base for a few weeks now, often pulled to the commodore's office so he could have his fun with you, so you knew the layout well. At the top of the stairs was a smaller, private office with a single large, ornate desk. A large leather chair sat behind it, with two smaller wooden chairs to match the desk in front. You let the cuffs fall to the floor as you approached a painting of a quaint landscape on the wall, climbing up onto a small filing cabinet in front of it and ripping the painting from its hooks. You threw it to the floor with no regard, revealing the safe that had been hidden behind it. You'd seen it before when the commodore had used its contents to taunt you, he had a similar set up at every base he'd dragged you to, he was a man of habit. You pressed your hand to the cold metal, and the pirates heard it vibrate along with the sound of pins falling into place as you unlocked it with your fruit. You opened the door with a strained grunt, it was clear that physically you were quite weak. The starvation hadn't helped, but you'd never been very strong.

“There you are baby!” you squeaked, reaching for something in the safe and pulling out a puffy yellow and teal jacket. You quickly slipped it on, hugging yourself with a gleeful sigh and enjoying the familiar warmth and weight of the long loved jacket.

“Oi, quit fucking around,” Kid growled, “we're not here to play dress up, where's the fucking weapon”

“Yeah yeah,” you grumbled, continuing to rummage in the safe, “I'm working on it. Ah huh! There it is!”

You turned away from the safe, sitting on the cabinet with your legs hanging over the side towards them, and slid a helmet on to your head. It was almost like a set of large, white, over-ear headphones, with a shiny, clear visor stretching over the entire front, from just past your nose to the apex of your head where it met the band of the ‘headphones’. The ears of the headphones were rounded and trimmed in a periwinkle blue, with some sort of small antenna extending up from the left ear. You fiddled with the rounded parts of the ears, revealing that the outer segments were actually dials of some sort, and the visor suddenly tinted to a deep purple. You let out a contented sigh and relaxed, leaning against the wall behind you.

“That's it?” Kid huffed, “a fucking mask? Where's the fucking weapon, this is your last warning to quit fucking me around”

“No, you fucking idiot, the mask isn't the weapon,” you grumbled, “you're looking at her”

Kid was silent. He didn't at all understand what you were trying to say, and was about to absolutely smash this insolent woman into the wall till she was nothing but a thin layer of red paint. Killer shook his head in disappointment at his idiot captain, quickly connecting the dots.

“Yin, I presume,” he said gruffly.

“That's my name, don't wear it out,” you smiled. Of course, it wasn't your real name, but you'd been called Yin for so long that nobody even remembered what your real name was at this point, including yourself. It was the codename you had been given as a weapon, and to the marines that was all you were, so they never bothered with your real name.

“I don't understand,” Kid mumbled, his eyes flicking between you and his first mate. He felt like he was being left out of a joke, and was moments away from raging.

“I'm the weapon, dumbass,” you said, annoyed now. You looked at Killer, pointing at Kid with a boney finger, “is he always this stupid?”

Killer gave an amused huff in reply, and Kid scowled at him.

“Sorry but I'm finding it very hard to believe that some skinny little marine whore I just found in a prison cell is an army destroying weapon” Kid grumbled, crossing his arms.

You sighed and slid off the cabinet, pulling a few more seemingly confiscated personal items from the safe and tucking them into your jacket pockets. You strapped a gaudy lilac leather holster to your thigh and slid a dagger into it, before strolling across the room to a set of french doors that led to a small balcony. You opened them and stretched, enjoying your first taste of fresh air in weeks.

“Come see for yourself then,” you cooed, beckoning to him with a single finger in a ‘come hither' motion, leaning against the doorframe in a seductive manner with one foot raised against it. Kid grumbled and followed you out to the balcony. Once the two pirates were outside with you, you quickly scanned the battle ensuing below and pointed at a large mass of marines that were holding back, waiting nervously to jump in as the Kid pirates took down those that had come before.

“Any of your men over there?” you asked Kid, “I can show you the ‘army destroying’ move I'm known best for, but it doesn't discriminate” you explained, making mock quote marks with your fingers.

Kid glanced below the balcony at his men. All the ones he cared about were close to the building below them, if a few henchmen were out where you'd pointed it'd be no love lost. He gave a grunt and nod of approval.

“Alright then, see you on the battlefield I assume,” you replied, pausing for a moment as you remembered your current, less than ideal physical state, “it's not going to be as big as normal, and I'm only going to be able to manage the one burst so it'll be all manual labor after that” you explained, patting the dagger on your thigh, “they've been starving me pretty good so I'm a bit fucked up at the moment, but I think you'll be impressed anyway.”

Without another word you hopped up onto the balcony railing with one graceful jump, gave the men each a playful wink, and with a silent prayer that you were even still capable of moon stepping that far, you began towards the location you had pointed out, gaining height as you moved with impressive speed. It was hard work, given your state, but you managed it, fighting against the strong ache in your long-dormant leg muscles. As you approached the area you began shooting directly upwards, and when you felt you had gained the height you wanted, you paused, moon stepping in an even rhythm to hover in place and looking back at the balcony. Kid and Killer were watching you intently, and you gave a little wave and smile, then made one especially strong jump.

You flipped yourself midair, moon stepping upside down as you hit the apex of the flip, using the downwards force along with gravity to propel yourself towards the ground. You flipped back upright as you shot towards the ground, one leg extended and straight as the other bent up.

“METEOR WAVE!” you yelled moments before you made contact with the ground, adrenaline pumping as you unleashed your signature move for the first time in years.

Kid and Killer watched in amazement as wave after wave of marines screamed out in pain and fell lifeless in an increasing large circumference around you, forming a circle of corpses that grew wider and wider. The collective screaming increased in volume as the number of affected marines grew in proportion with the diameter, before it quickly died out altogether. In mere moments at least five hundred marines had been slaughtered, and now lay in piles forming a perfect circle around you, and you stood proudly in the center, laughing and waving at Kid and Killer like a kid that just made your parent's watch you go down a slide at the park. They could only imagine how large the circle would be if you were at full power, you truly were a human weapon.

A shocked silence rang out across the battle as the other participants registered the carnage. The marines, realizing what had happened, turned away from the Kid pirates to rush you, while you were already reaching for your dagger, a coy smile on your face as you prepared to engage them. You moved fast, it was clear to any onlooker that you made up for your physical weakness with speed and agility, but Kid was taking no chances with your safety given your current weakened state.

“Protect her,” was all he said to Killer, before swinging himself over the railing to join the battle. Killer sighed and activated his punishers before hopping up onto the railing and moon stepping towards your location.

Given how many enemies you had taken out, it wasn't long before the last scraps of marines were retreating to their ships and fleeing from the island. Kid gave the orders for the compound to be raided and any useful supplies and loot to be loaded onto the ship in preparation to set off. It was a well stocked base, so he was chuffed with the amount of medical supplies, food, weapons and treasure they were able to take, the ship would be filled to the brim. On top of that, he had his new weapon. The day had turned out well after all, and he was in a significantly better mood.

He looked around the battlefield, scanning the area for his new toy, and spotted you happily skipping towards him with a half eaten apple in hand, and a disgruntled looking Killer following closely behind you. He hadn't had to protect you at all, you had been more than capable of holding your own with nothing but a dagger and the last fumes of your energy. It was a strange sight, the two of you walking together. You both wore face-obscuring masks, both covered in blood with confident walks that spoke of your satisfaction after a good battle, and yet you were so different from him. You were tall by normal standards for a woman, but next to Killer, an absolute beast of a man, you were still a tiny, lanky thing, skipping along with such outward joy while his brooding frame followed close behind, devoid of visible emotion. Only your mouth was visible, and you wore a wide grin as you took another bite of your apple.

“So? Do I live up to the hype?” you giggled, taking another bite and relishing the fresh fruit. On the rare occasion you did receive food, it was usually old and stale, sometimes even moldy. A simple thing like a fresh apple was a delicacy to you.

“I don't say this often, but I'm impressed,” he admitted. He gave Killer a nod, and Killer quickly grabbed you, making you drop your apple as he restrained your arms behind your back. “Unfortunately that means you belong to me now.”

“Oh come on!” you grumbled, pouting at your dropped fruit, the bitten side now coated with dirt, “that was a really fucking good apple, you absolute dickheads. Besides, you can't just tame me like that.”

“Look at yourself,” Kid laughed in confidence, sure that you were too exhausted by now to use your devil fruit, considering you hadn't used it at all since performing the shockwave move, “Killer could snap you like a twig.”

You sighed, annoyed now. To be fair, you were exhausted, but the apple had been serving to replenish your energy, so you had a little left in your reserves, enough to defend yourself and make a point anyway. “One chance, let go, or I'll make you let go.” Killer made no effort to move, so you sighed again. “Alright then, hard way it is.”

Killer let out a sudden, deep groan and quickly released you, stumbling back a few steps and almost tripping. Even with the mask, it was clear from his exposed neck that he was bright red and flush with embarrassment.

“What the fuck did you do?” Kid yelled. He stepped towards you, metal arm raised, threatening to grab you himself in defense of his friend. You smiled sweetly back at him, your head cocked to the side in feigned innocence as you repeated on him what you'd just done to Killer.

It began as a small flutter in his abdomen, increasing to a strong spark that traveled further and further down, till it encompassed his entire dick. In mere seconds he found himself falling to his knees and letting out a deep, carnal moan as the heaviest orgasm he'd ever experienced rocked through him, and he came in his pants suddenly and without warning.

You laughed and closed the space between the two of you, sliding a finger under his chin and raising his face to look up at you as he panted. “Are you going to be a good boy now?” you cooed down at him.

Kid slapped your hand away and fell back on his ass, sitting on the dirt, his usually pale face now as red as his hair. He couldn't bring himself to look at Killer, who he realized now had similarly creamed his own pants moments ago. Kid made an annoyed huff and crossed his arms and legs like a scolded child.

“I'll take that as a yes,” you purred, “and you?” you continued, looking at Killer who was not so subtling making an attempt at hiding the wet stain on the front of his pants, shimmying the blue sash that hung around his waist till the loose ends were at his front. He grumbled and sat in the dirt next to Kid, admitting defeat. He had expected resistance, but he was used to violence, not… whatever the fuck that was. He couldn't even process it.

“Good,” you chirped, pulling another apple from the pocket of your oversized puffy jacket and sitting on air, having made a hard surface with your devil fruit the same way you'd made a wall earlier.

“The moment the commodore came hiding in the jail cos of you lot, I'd already decided I was going to join your crew,” you explained, taking a bite of the apple, “I'm sick of being a government pawn, and your crew has a reputation for being ruthless, it suits my needs. I'm not looking for some piss baby crew like the Strawhats, I like killing, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. But as you know, I'm a human weapon. I'm a hot commodity, so I'm not just about to be your bitch. I could kill you both right now before you even had the chance to react, without ever moving from this spot, and that's while I'm half starved and out of practice.” You paused to take another bite of your apple, closing your eyes and swaying happily at the juices coating your tongue, before sighing and continuing your monologue.

“You have no sway with me whatsoever, so don't even think about trying to threaten me again. That was your warning, next time I'll just kill you, I no longer have no time or tolerance for assholes, the marines have taught me a valuable lesson about that. You both have my respect, due to your reputation, but you do not have my trust. I'll come with you, I'll be your weapon, I'll follow orders like a good girl. But I will not do grunt work. I don't do chores, I kill for you, and that's it. Otherwise I'll do as I please. You'll give me my own room, you'll give me a fair share of any loot, and above all you and your men will not touch me without my permission. I expect to be treated with the same level of regard as a commander, if not - higher than a commander. Those are my terms. If you want me to be your weapon then you'll agree to them, otherwise I'm walking away.”

Kid was silent as he mulled over your conditions. He had to consider how powerful you could be at full strength, even if you were fucking irritating. Your display today had been impressive, on its own it would have been enough to carry the weight of your demands. Really you weren't asking for much, just to be a kept woman really, it wouldn't take much effort on his part to have a storage room cleared and converted for you, and otherwise instructing his crew to keep their hands to themselves. They knew his policy on rape anyway, it would be a death sentence if they touched you without your consent, either by your hand or his. As for the no chores, it would be harder to convince them that it was fair, but he hoped your impressive display today would be enough to keep them quiet.

“Fine, but you have to go through initiation just like everyone else,” he finally broke the silence.

“That's fair I guess, what do you do for it?” you had butterflies and were doing your best to not let it read on your face how fucking excited you were to get out of here, you'd honestly do whatever it took to be part of the Kid Pirates if it meant getting your freedom.

“Seven days tied to the mast, no food, minimal water. If a storm hits, or we get attacked, that's a you problem”

“Bathroom breaks?”

“Once a day, toilet only. Piss on my deck and I'll make you clean it with your tongue”

“No seastone, rope or normal chains only”

“Fine,” Kid grumbled.

“Alright then, you got yourself a deal,” you stretched out a hand to him. He stood and clamped it with his flesh hand, sealing the agreement with a smirk that mirrored your own.

“Welcome to the crew, scrawny bitch” he laughed.

“Thanks Captain,” you laughed back. A bright future was ahead of you, you could feel it.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

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