#killerxreader

Fuck.

What a long day it was, between cleaning around the ship and doing repairs while your captain and first mate were away, everything was starting to take a toll on you physically.

It's been over a week now that Captain Kid and Killer had ventured off on their own on some island and usually Killer was there to help you with the bigger tasks. There weren't too many people on board that could do much cleaning except you two. Cooking, sure. Laundry, sometimes. But cleaning was up to you, and that was okay that was your part of this machine.

Lucky for you, rumors were that Killer was heading back to the ship a little earlier than Kid was so you'd at least have some guidance on how to keep this ship afloat.

While picking up one of the hallways and leading yourself into Kid's room, you had noticed one of his feather cloaks was on the corner of his bed, most of it on the dirty floor. Normally you didn't touch his room, it's just a cluster of stuff and machines and it's dark, but you were standing in the middle of it, cloak in hand. Listen. Normally? You'd either leave it or just throw it in the laundry pile...but....it's been months since the ship docked anywhere with fuckable people (or at least anyone in your taste) and Kid has this brutish appeal that you just crave. Something about his rough voice, loud and primal mannerisms, makes you wish he was here to catch you in his room.

So what do you do? You sneak that cloak into your room, under your bed for later when you have a second to yourself, preferably when everyone else is sleeping.

The day went buy, you had cleaned the hardest you have ever cleaned, you were fucking tired. Maybe one of the two will you praise you for such a good job.” Yeah right”

After a nice hot shower and much needed soak, you were ready for bed. Or at least you were ready to be by yourself. A couple of drinks in and a few episodes of some dumb show you had decided it was time to rest. Your mind, however, decided it was time to fantasize. You remembered the cloak so you grabbed it out from under your bed and held it close to you, inhaling deeply.

His musk was all over it still, maybe from his last battle, your mind then exploded with imagining your captain, roughed up and sweaty but with that cocky grin of his.

You laid back and sighed as you sniffed it again, imagining his hands all over you as your own hands worked their way under your shirt and working over your breast. Massaging them slowly your mind carried on, thinking of your captain taking you from behind in a storage closet while others were near or maybe how brutal his tongue would work over your core. Without hesitate your other hand worked it's way down to rub your wet entrance slowly.

"Fuck.." You groaned, eyes shut and head set back into your pillow, it's been so long since you've been pleased. Hugging his cloak, one hand was at your breast and the other was circling your clit, your legs spread wider and your pants were around your ankles now. "K-Kid.." Small moans left your lips in between your heavy breathing, staying as quiet as possible wasn’t happening anymore, you were so lost in the lewd thoughts of your captains cock and him having his way with you.

Sliding into yourself slowly, your fingers worked a steady pace while your thumb circled your clit causing your to buck your hips, a whine leaving your lips.

"Don't stop..Kid…" You moaned again, eyes still closed in the fantasy, your hand getting soaked as you grew wetter and messier, each moan drenched in lust and each breath was heavier and hotter.

"...Eustass Kid...huh?" You heard a low and silky voice comment not too far away. This snapped you back really quick as a gasp left you and you bolted up, using the same cloak to cloth you. In front of you towered Killer, his huge arms crossed with what you can imagine is a displeased look on his face behind the mask.

"K-Killer!" Shit, you forgot he was coming back early. Extremely embarrassed to have exposed yourself (and your fantasies) to your superior like that. Words were impossible for you to sort out as you scrambled to think of anything to say. Killer uncrossed his arms and stepped closer, ripping the cloak away from you. There was a smell of booze on him so you could tell he had been drinking a little, normally he was the strong silent type but he sounded annoyed and stern.

"Why.."

Killer had started his statement, clenching the cloak in his hand. His shirt wasnt buttoned up all the way as usual so you could see his muscles dance a little as he clenched, which would normally drive you crazy but not while you're trying to cover yourself with sheets or pull your pants back up.

"W-Why?.." You Started stammering, thinking he wanted some reason to do something so normal as to masturbate. "I-It's just been so long since..Well I thought I Had privacy....This was just on the floor.." Your brain threw up a million words to explain it to him but obviously nothing was working. "No." His voice stern and his tone was direct.

"Why Kid?"

Now that one really threw you for a curveball. Was Killer...jealous? "I...I don't understan-" You were cut off with Killer’s boots booming , the man himself walking towards you, one leg leaning on the bed so he could come face to face with you. "Why Kid? He doesn't do anything for you like I do, he's an animal." He practically hissed through his teeth, leaning further in. You could definitely smell the booze now and you're pretty sure he could smell the same on yours. You and Killer have been doing a lot of chores together lately, he'd even occasionally whip you up your own lunch (better quality than the rest of the crew's gruel) or he'd step in to take over tasks that you would normally struggle with but he’s never been this curt with you. You never thought he’d be the jealous type.

"Killer...I didn't.." You didn't think Killer had even looked at you most of the time, him helping was probably just business. You were very much attracted to Killer, his long blond hair you wish you could tug on, his wonderfully thick arms you want to dig your nails into and that voice. God that voice, the complete opposite of the captain. It was silky and smooth, a man of few words but that made them all the better.

"Is there something wrong with me? Should I be a brute asshole ?" He asked with more boldness and volume to his voice. Leaning back, he had taken his shirt off to expose himself to you and even in your stunned state you could appreciate this mans build. Scars and veins and all, he was huge and your brain spent no time making lewd thoughts even as your commander was upset at you. He threw the shirt to you as if to replace the cloak, covered in his musk, alcohol and whatever was left of his cologne.

“Is it this!”

He spat now yelling, his hands gripping his mask, moving it up before your hands reach out to stop him. Your hands kept his mask in place as you pouted at him, leaving you exposed to your superior. Again.

“Stop!” This isn’t how you wanted to learn what Killers face looked like “You’re an idiot if you think I haven’t dreamt of your mask between my thighs, you fucking hunky moron!” Was it a little intense to be yelling at your jealous boss, twice your size? Especially about your fantasies of him after he caught you fantasizing about your captain? Absolutely. Maybe it was the before bed drunk you got but you were pissed he waited till now to say anything.

It took a second, maybe he was stunned or confused but, with Killers mask up to reveal below his nose you could see a smirk had painted itself there.

Before you could even mentally note how beautiful he is, Killer grabbed your arm a bed pulled you to him, smashing your mouths together, in a slow and needy kiss. Breathing got hotter for both of you and you finally got to squeeze his chest and drag your nails down him.

“God!” Killer growled lowly, your nails stung but didn’t hurt, his fingers dug until your thighs as he pinned you down. A heavy and slow sigh left killer as he leaned back to take in the exposed woman beneath him. The one he looked forward to seeing every day. The one who’s smile made baby sitting the most violent captain tolerable. The one who just moaned his fucking captains name instead of his.

You looked up at him with blushed cheeks, heavy breathing and messy hair. You couldn’t believe he stopped kissing you just to admire your body. As much as you tired to avoid eye contact, killer wasn’t going to let that be an option. His massive hands cupped your chin and jaw, bring you to be face to mask with him. “Everyone’s going to hear you say MY name..” his voice low and spiteful, his heavy breath in your face, you were melting below him. Maybe you’d make him jealous more often, this menacing side of Killer was a fantasy come true.

Throwing your face back, causing you to lay all the way back, killers hands unzipped and buckled his jeans. Your eyes working down from his broad chest all the way down to his hardening bulge being restrained by the thin fabric of your commanders boxers. “Holy shit..” your mind cooed at the thought of you being split in half with an upset Killer, mouth almost drooling. Both hands went to massage his bulge, looking up through your eyelashes as you started to move his garments down, releasing his solid member. A smile couldn’t help but form on your face a little, you wanted him so bad and how you’ve got his entire length in your hands. After a few pumps and a heavy sigh from killer enjoying your hands on him, he decided taking it slow wasnt his style.

A quick grab and throw had you back on your back, his hands tucked under your thighs, grabbing and pulling you closer. Grabbing his dick and slowly rubbing it up and down your soaked entrance, you could hear a dark chuckle leave him. “Who’s the one who takes care of you when you’re sick..” He demanded, slowly sliding the tip into you and digging his fingers back into your thighs. “Y-You do Killer…” you whined underneath him, trying to slide yourself closer to him. He was making you needy.

“That’s right..” He grumbled, slowly sliding and pumping his was inside you. A hearty and low moan left Killer as you took all of him with ease. Your hips started circling as his entirety was inside you, your eyes closed and head back to just savor his feeling. “And who takes care of your hard chores…” his voice was now lowered as you can imagine he was enjoying you wrapped around him. His pace was steady as he slid in and out of you, his breathing slow and hot. “ who cares about you the most..” He said that last one in an almost tender way that your made your heart flutter and cheeks burned red, it was him and always him.

“Killer..you do, Killer..”

at that moment, like he left his soft trance, he bucked his hips into you and his strong grip was back. Gasping and moaning underneath him, you grabbed for the sheets while he kept this new angry pace up. His cock was slamming into you again and again, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breaking, his hips hitting into yours and the rhythm of his belt jumping around while he made quick work of you. “A-ah!” You moaned loudly and pulled on the sheets around you. “Who do you love getting fucked by!” He barked at you, back to loud and aggressive and proving a point, his hands pulled up on your thighs, lifting you up and wrapped your legs around his back. “Y-You! I love getting fucked by you Killer!” The words came out between pants and moans, yelling back at your commander while he moved you closer to him, sliding deeper into you. Satisfied with your confession, he started to fuck you ruthlessly. Grunting and grabbing, one hand grabbing your breast, twisting and pulling your nipples while his pace grew faster and harder. He was rearranging your guts and making a mess of you, eyes rolled back and mouth open and panting like a dog, you were lost in the pleasure. It didn’t matter who could hear you, your moans grew violent and your poor bed was shaking and Slamming into the wall to add to the orchestra of sounds made by Killer putting you in your place.

“Fuck! Killer!” You gasped and clawed at his thick arms as you could feel your core heat up, you were close to your limit. “C-Cum in me Killer, cum in your good girl..” you begged the man, wanting to take all of him. He let out a laugh, picking you up by your thighs so you were floating in his arm and slammed you down on his cock, again and again your vision was getting blurry. He somehow made it even deeper into you and hit your spot over and over, you couldn’t anymore. “Killer!” You cried out in a mix of a moan and a whine as your walls clenched around him, cumming all over his member. That didn’t stop or slow him down, the sound of his name coming from you was something he’d never get tired of. After a few more violent thirsts and a few curse words under his breath “You’re gonna take all of me..” Killer groaned and panted as he filled you up, keeping you as close to him as possible while the last of his cum finished up. Both of you drained and sweaty, his head leaned down on your shoulder into your neck. “My good girl huh?” His voice was low and satisfied, planting kisses on your shoulder as he pulled himself out. Your body shook a little and your breathing steadied itself as you were coming down from you high.

He rummaged your closet for fresh Clothes and grabbed a couple towels. “Clean up, I’ll get us some snacks..” His voice was back to normal and he seemed even a Little bashful. You could get used to you and killer being a thing, the whole ship probably knows anyways.

“Killer! Nice!” Your captains rough voice echoed down the hallway, here long enough to hear us I’m sure. He sounded so smug, your cheeks were flushed but Killer just chuckled and spoke lowly. “Let’s just hide out here tonight.” He invited himself to stay with you and you had no complaints.

Maybe he’d be down to cuddle and watch a horror movie?