#killer x y/n

[whispers-of-lilith]

Killer: *standing in your open doorway* "So uh, did you order a sandwich with extra meat?"

You: "What? No...?"

*Kid pokes his head up from behind Killer*

You: "..."

Killer: "..."

You: "Oh...? OH. That kind of double stuffed sandwich! Then yes, yes I did."

[eustasskidagenda]

Hello! I love your writing! May I request some fluff with Kid, Killer, Mihawk, and Buggy where their s/o who has little cooking experience tries to surprise them by cooking something for them? Whether the food be good or bad is up to you! Thank you and have a good day!

Hi hi! Sure, always up for some fluff and I'm so happy to receive a request with Killer, I love this guy. ♡ Thank you so much for requesting. I hope the outcome will match your expectations. ☆

☆ Kid, Killer, Mihawk & Buggy with a s/o who has little cooking experience

CW :g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid has a filthy mouth 

WC : 1,4k

Kid 

"It looks like shit. I won't put that in my mouth." 

Kid is a sassy brat because this man is able to burn the water. Spaghetti with garlic, oil, and red pepper flakes is probably the only thing he can cook. Yes, Killer's favorite food. But he won't ever admit that he learned that just for Killer, obviously. He needs to keep his jaggy-attitude, as the good angry punk he is.

Kid knows you have little cooking experience and had tried to eat what you cooked, but he ended up almost suffocating and dying on the ground. He made a promise to himself to only eat Killer's food. And we all know Kid is stubborn. He won't change his mind: you almost killed him, he will never eat your food again.

But then, he notices your sad face, wet puppy eyes and all the effort you put into the meal. And, it’s his favorite food: cabbage rolls. Okay, now his heart is melting, but of course, he won’t admit it.

"Well. It looks like shit but… it doesn't smell that bad." With a heavy sigh, he rolls his eyes and sniffs the plate like a fearful dog. 

He stares at you, suspicious, before planting his fingers on the cabbage rolls, watching if there are no bugs or whatever. Yes, he's been suspicious, petty, and he doesn't give a damn. "It looks… okay I guess." 

Actually, he's confused. That food looks like it's comestible. Perhaps it's a trap. He should wait for Killer to taste it first. Or just stuff those cabbage rolls into your mouth: if you don't die or cough, maybe he'll try it. 

"You know, if I die because of this food, I'll come back to life to avenge myself," before grabbing the cabbage rolls and eating an extremely small slice.

He's sweating, convinced that the nice appearance won't make up for the terrible taste. But… actually… it's… good. Like, he's not dying or suffocating on the ground. He doesn't even need to go to the nearest bathroom. 

"Can I have some more?" After eating the whole plate and almost licking it like a starving person. He doesn't like to give compliments, but do you remember the scene at Udon camp where he was eating? Right now, it's him. So clearly, he likes what you cooked.

Kid is not a man many words and "thank you" doesn't exist in his dictionary. Although he would notice all the efforts you made and even the cuts on your fingers, the words are simply stuck in his throat. But, he would kiss your forehead and smear his lipstick on it. And later, he would leave a handmade metal gift of your favorite flower or animal, as a 'thank you'. Gifts are a way for Kid to show his love. 

"You know what, I've changed my mind. Now I'll also eat your food." With his usual gruff voice and a flustered expression.

Killer

Killer is way nicer than his captain. Quality time is definitely his love language. So if you cook something for both of you, he's honored, truly happy and probably melting inside. The outcome doesn't matter that much. The intention already means a lot to him.

Let’s assume the outcome is not that good.

"Hm, Y/N, that seems… interesting. Really al dente." While observing the carbonized pasta. 

Even without his mask, he's good at hiding his expressions. He's probably laughing because of the SMILE, but actually he wants to cry. He feels truly happy when you try your hardest just for him, but on the flipside, he knows it won't taste good. 

Why him? Is dealing with a brat like Kid not enough for his poor soul?

If he gets sick from this food, who will keep an eye on Kid? He can't take a break with that hot-headed captain. Otherwise, the crew is doomed. 

But he wants to please you, so he will taste it. And even finish the entire plate. Even if it was bad. You tried your best, just for him, all he can do is finish his food. However, he is not dishonest. "That wasn't very tasty, sweetie... But you tried your best to please me, thank you for your time. Maybe we can cook together the next time? I'll teach you some tips." 

Finally, it's a win-win situation: thanks to your limited cooking experience, he has a good reason to spend more time with you. He’s already excited to teach you some recipe.

And as the educated guy he's, Killer will of course make the dishes himself, clean up the kitchen and thank you with a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. So now his purple lipstick is smeared on your face. 

"I need to finish my work… I'll see you tonight. Thank you again for the meal, sweetie." 

Casually walking through the door and once he's out of your view, he would run to the bathroom because he's getting sick.

"Ugh, you did that to yourself" (thank you for the support, Kid)

Mihawk

What a nice surprise to be welcomed with a beautiful table, his s/o well-dressed, red wine and some refined food. After dealing with Perona and Zoro all day, he only needs that. 

Mihawk's high standards mean that if the food is looking great, it's a good sign. He would never approach anything that looks bad. 

He knows that you may not have much cooking experience, but practice can help you make progress, right? Although the last time wasn't good, you can only improve yourself. Right? Right?

At least, if he dies from intoxication, the coffin will already be ready, thanks to his ship. 

"Come share that wine with me, don't stay standing like this." While serving you a glass of red wine.

He's a bit suspicious about the food. Even though the meal may be nice, it doesn't guarantee it's good and tasty. 

He's discreetly taking a sniff of the food. He has good manners, unlike those two brats, so he won’t make it obvious.

"Come sit with me and we can taste it together."

With his hawk eyes, he's looking at you and waiting for you to eat the food first. He's really observant, so he would notice all your expressions, even the most subtle ones. As your face shows no signs of disgust, then he would eat. 

And its taste really good. Although it may not be the most refined, given his high-standard, it's tasty, comestible, and well-matched to the wine. The most important thing for him. You can't waste a good wine with a bad dinner.

"You really outdid yourself, that was perfect. I’m grateful." 

Again, not a man of many words, but with his good manners, he would help you clean the dishes. Before returning to his duties (meaning: watching the kids), he would lend you his hat. This is a simple gift and a subtle way to say 'thank you'.

Buggy

"What, you did that for me? Why…? I mean, of course, you cook for me. What more normal? I'm the great Buggy after all." 

He's feeling quite confused inside. Outside, he's acting as cocky and extravagant as he always has. After all, what’s more typical for the great Buggy to be served with a great meal? That's the minimum he deserves. 

"Alright, let's eat it!" Before stuffing a huge amount of food in his mouth. And almost threw it back onto the plate. It's… foul. 

"Y/N, WAS OUR RELATIONSHIP A LIE THE WHOLE TIME? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" 

Really? What has he done wrong? Did he leave his makeup everywhere again? Or his clothes? Or maybe it's because he forgot to put down the toilet seat. Or... wait a second... there is red on the plate... red tomatoes… like his nose... are you making fun of him? How dare you? Yes, he's overthinking. 

"That's a betrayal, I'm dying... I'm dead." 

He's yelling and gesticulating wildly, and his face almost turns green due to the awful taste, but also red due to his anger. 

He’s dramatically angry, of course.

"Listen everyone! y/n is trying to KILL me!"

The room is empty but okay Buggy.

He's exaggerating too much, it's not that bad. But here he is, rolling on the floor, holding his stomach, fainting. And as the drama queen, he is, of course, he’s using his devil fruit to fragment his bodies. "I'm so traumatized that I'm TORN apart."

When he notices your sadness, he shrugs. 

"Ugh, Y/N, you know, maybe it was just the first slice…" he would say before giving one more chance to your plate. No, it's still bad. 

"That's a masterpiece, Y/N. I'm in heaven." While trying to hide his tears. "So tasty!"Yes, he's trying to please you, because maybe he overreacted before and maybe he feels bad because you were sad. 

But Buggy is way too loud and clumsy, he sucks with comedy. It's obvious that he's lying. 

"That's fine, don't force yourself Buggy."

"Really? So our relationship wasn't a complete lie? Thank you Y/N, I love… I mean, what are you saying? I wasn't forcing myself, I'm the great Buggy, duh, no one can force me."

[smokersbaby]

Kink of the day: mirror sex Character: Killer Reader: afab!reader Tw: penetrative sex, light choking, dom Killer You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

"Look at you" Killed whispered leaning down to plant a kiss on your back, hands cupping your breasts as the sounds of his hips thrusting against your ass filled the room. 

Your flushed face reflected in the mirror was a pure delight for your partner, and looking at every subtle change in your expressions guided him through your climax every time you made love.

It was no secret that Killer loved looking at your appearance mostly for his pleasure since he had enough experience with you to understand how to make you cum even without studying your facial expressions.

Having a mirror in your shared bedroom was a true blessing for both of you: Killed loved staring in your eyes through the glass while fucking you doggy style, and you adored doing the same since that position allowed your partner's cock to hit all your right spots while pounding into your pussy.

Killer lifted you a bit, one of his hands sliding on your chest and grabbing your neck softly just to pull your back against his torso.

He continued fucking you from behind while his lips kissed the side of your nape, blue eyes not leaving yours as he made eye contact through the mirror.

"You're close" he murmured in your ear, it wasn't a question, he could feel it thanks to how your body was reacting to his touch, tensing its muscles with every thrust of his.

The image of your body well displayed reflecting on the mirror was bringing Killer there too, but he had no intention to stop before you cummed for sure, he was not going to waste any opportunity to see your body quiver through the mirrored glass as you reached your climax.

"I want to fuck you like this every day of my life, now don't hold back and come for me.".

[mellybabbles]

* Appears you've successfully flustered the flusterer

Killer x gn flirty reader? Abso-fuckin'-lutely

Killer belongs to be rahafwabas

[doctorgerth]

a/n: So when I tell you this piece went on a JOURNEY! I think I ended up with 3 different versions of this? I started 1…immediately didn’t like it and started 2, sat on it for dayssss, and then literally started all over with 3 (this version) last night? Hopefully it turned out okay agshdbd I had fun with it regardless!! Wanna see if Killer gets smooched? Read to find out!

pairing: Killer x GN!Reader

word count: 1.8k

candy heart prompt: Ur Cute - A moment alone

KILLER + UR CUTE

You were approaching upon the third week in a row that you’ve stayed and helped Killer clean up the mess hall after dinner. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have assumed you enjoyed spending time with him as much as he enjoyed having your company around.

Cleaning was a way to destress for the Massacre Soldier; a time when all was quiet as the rest of the crew went to bed with full bellies or to finish off their own various duties for the night. The only sounds were the waves against the boat and the gentle creaking of wood as he wiped the tables and mopped the floors. A moment of peace in an otherwise chaotic lifestyle.

When you had first offered to help Killer with cleaning up, he almost wanted to reject it simply out of habit. Clean up duty was and always has been Killer’s thing, completely voluntary. But when he realized this meant he’d get to have you all to himself for an hour or two, he quickly found himself agreeing to your assistance.

Now, as silly as it may sound, he couldn’t imagine tidying up the mess hall without you. Talking or not, Killer simply enjoyed having you around. Not once has he felt as if you were encroaching on his peace as he has on multiple occasions with his rowdy friends. Rather, you were a part of it; you were equivalent to peace as you had a miraculous way of making him feel relaxed whenever you were around.

He joined you at the sink, grabbing a spare rag to dry off the dishes you had washed and discarding them in their various places. He couldn’t deny that there was something incredibly domestic about the whole scenario, nor the way it made his heart drum loudly in his chest when you smiled at him sweetly as you two helped one another. Did you feel it too?

When you turned off the sink and dried your hands, a low rumbling sound emitted from your stomach, making you cough awkwardly.

“Are you hungry?” he asked simply. The instinct to feed you kicked in, full force, “Want me to whip something up for you?”

“No, we just worked so hard to clean. I’d hate to mess that up.” Dinner was a few hours ago, but clearly your body was craving a late night snack. You blamed it on the loss of energy from cleaning, and that Killer’s cooking was too tasty for his own good.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Well, how about for the both of us then?”

You raised a brow at him, “You didn’t eat again, huh?”

He shook his head. He had a bad habit of not eating until after everyone else. It took a moment for his body to cool down and prepare for food after working so hard in the kitchen. He adored that you knew that about him, though you often scolded him for it. Even still, you cared for him, and that was enough.

“You sure you don’t mind?” you asked.

“Wouldn’t offer it if I did.”

You had a way of knowing when Killer smiled behind the mask. There was always a distinct upwards tug at his neck, just under the bottom line of his mask, when doing so. Your heart fluttered in your chest when you noticed that signature pull, imagining a handsome smirk on those purple lips of his.

Killer knew by now. He had to. Everyone else quickly picked up on and teased you endlessly about your little crush on the Massacre Soldier and how often you were helping him clean alone, just the two of you. Was he aware and just taking pity on you? He’s always been friendly with you, which certainly didn’t help in staving off your infatuation, but he hadn’t done anything to show he was interested. Not that you could tell, anyway. You were probably just another crewmate to him, and you’d have to come to terms with that.

You helped Killer rummage through the pantry and fridge to retrieve spaghetti pasta, oil, garlic, parmesan, parsley, and pepper, knowing pasta would be his meal of choice. His favorite recipe was easy to whip up, but you always liked to ask, “Can you show me how to make it again?” just because you adored his patience and how happy he was to teach you. You wanted to show that you were interested in his hobbies and habits. To subtly reveal that you were interested in him.

You listened intently as he explained the directions to you for the seventh time now and by this point, you knew the recipe like the back of your hand. How would he feel if you were to try to cook it for him some day? The thought of cooking for him made you giddier than you’d like to admit.

When the pasta was ready, he grabbed a single plate, a sly excuse in order to avoid dirtying up another dish, and two forks. He scooped it on the plate for the two of you to share and you didn’t waste any time in digging in — Killer’s pasta was always to die for. You hummed appreciatively when the flavors hit your tongue and he grinned once more, unable to handle how cute you were.

Soft conversations were exchanged as you shared the plate. After some time, fullness was beginning to settle comfortably in your bellies, but when you looked down, a single spaghetti strand remained on the plate. He caught you eyeballing it.

“You can have the last bite. I don’t mind,” he offered.

You shook your head, “No, you should have it. Last bite should always be for the chef.”

“But you’re my sous chef?” That thought hadn’t meant to convert to words passing through his lips, but he was glad they did as your flustered reaction was a sight to behold. He rather enjoyed making you stammer and flush as you did him so often.

“Well, how about we share it then?”

And there he stood, stammering and flushed, “Are you sure?”

What was so embarrassing about cutting a strand of pasta in half to share? You nodded, and as you were about to reach towards the plate with your fork, Killer took the strand between the tines of his own fork, and brought the pasta to his mask. You were about to tease him for stealing the last bite, until you noticed he only took a little bit of it into his mask, leaving the rest to dangle from the hole closest to his mouth.

Oh.

You were entirely embarrassed now, skin undoubtedly hot to the touch. It was normal for crewmates to share spaghetti like this, right? With a shaky fork, you gathered the other end of the spaghetti and brought it to your lips, leaning in closer so as to not break the noodle. Neither of you moved for some time as you stood inches from one another, connected by a single strand of spaghetti.

You felt a small tug as he audibly slurped the noodle, shortening the pasta as well as the distance between the two of you. You followed suit with nervousness, feeling on the verge of combustion now that you could feel the heat radiating off him and caressing your already burning skin. His close proximity was making you lightheaded. He slurped again, and suddenly, your nose was brushing against the cool plastic of his mask. It was hardly enough to cool you down.

The final slurp would be the last bite, the last pull towards one another, and Killer waited patiently, begging for you to take the chance. He was sure his heart was going to beat right out of his chest, wondering if maybe this was a mistake, if maybe you were uncomfortable, until you closed your eyes and took the rest of the noodle into your mouth, planting a kiss so quick against his mask it nearly gave him whiplash. For that brief second, he could feel the heat of your lips through the mask hole and though it was more than he could’ve ever dreamed, he selfishly wanted more.

“I’m sorry, maybe I…” you quickly backed away into an apology, wiping at the oil that stained the corner of your lips. The click of his mask caught you by surprise, cutting your sentence short as his mask hit the floor and his blue eyes stared into yours. You’d seen Killer without his mask multiple times now, each time more stunned by his attractiveness, but never had his blue eyes stared at you so intensely. It made your heart beat uncontrollably; a deafening thrumming in your ears. On a ship full of hundreds of crewmates, sailing across an ocean full of thousands of ships, in a world full of millions of people, in this kitchen, it felt like it was just the two of you.

His hands reached up to caress your face, and you were too captivated to even blink, not wanting this moment to end any time soon. Or ever.

“Can I have another?” he whispered breathlessly.

The nod you gave was a little more eager than intended, but you’d wanted to kiss those lips of his for so long now, even if this were all just another dream, nothing could stop you from saying yes, yes, yes.

His lips were on yours instantaneously. As long as you had waited for this, he was sure his wait was ten times longer, ten times more agonizing, but now he had you and it would be damn near impossible for anything to take you away from him. Not if he had anything to say about it. You felt safe pushed up against him, held firmly by his hands now gripping at your waist as he pulled you into him, desperate to be even closer. You felt elated beyond comprehension to have his warmth fully wrapped around you. His lips felt like heaven moving against yours, kissing you with slow precision, tasting you with intent, staining your lips the same shade of purple that adorned his lips. You’d wear the color with pride.

“It’s about damn time,” a bellowing voice echoed through the mess hall, pulling you two apart for a brief moment. Kid leaned against the doorway with a shit-eating grin, “Placed a lot of money on you two. Thanks for securing my win.” He closed the door as quickly as he’d opened it.

Killer shook his head with a groan and rested his forehead against yours, “Dumbass.”

You laughed, “Guess everybody’s been waiting on this, huh?”

He pecked your lips, convinced he was addicted to them by now. He was far from done with kissing you yet, “Not nearly as long as me.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you waiting,” you smiled against his lips, melting into him as he closed the distance between you two and deepened the kiss once more.

The two of you would become a little less productive at cleaning up the mess hall together now that kissing was on the table.

a/n: Our first "loser"!! 🫣 At least Killer leaves the event with a full heart knowing he got a smooch (or two, or three, or...). We won't see him in Round Two unfortunately, but we'll definitely see him again someday! Thanks for reading. 💕

[death-threats]

Ohhhh I love these ideas! How about Killer with 'Can they please fuck me, oh my God—'

It was no secret that you had a crush on Killer. He knew, the crew knew, and worst of all - Kid knew. The relentless redhead teased you at every opportunity he got, relishing in the fact that you were so easy to get riled up. Over dinner, he sidled up across from you with a knowing grin.

“You’re staring again.” Kid said, shoveling a forkful of baked chicken into his mouth.

You sighed and scooted back from him a little. His large frame was overbearing enough but his attitude seemed to fill the space and suffocate you, even from across the table. “I am not staring,” you said, averting your gaze to focus on drawing little shapes into your mashed potatoes with your spoon. “I’m just…observing.”

Kid quirked a hairless brow at your statement and pointed at your plate. “You’re making a heart out of your potatoes. He already knows you like him. If you don’t make a move, I’m gonna drag you over there and I won’t leave until you do.”

Your face heated up as you realized that you were, in fact, drawing a heart in your mashed potatoes. The gravy was seeping in from the side and made it even more pronounced. You grumbled and took an angry bite of your food. “Look, I don’t know if I can. I’ve never made the first move. He’s just so perfect. Can he please fuck me? Oh my god.”

“I dunno. Killer, what’s your answer?” Kid asked, leaning back in his seat with a shit-eating grin.

Your heart was in your throat as you felt a large pair of hands gently rest on your shoulders. Swallowing nervously, you tilted your head to see the object of your affections standing over you. “I am so sor-“

“I’m down.” Killer said, cutting you off. He sat next to you and you could feel his eyes on you from behind his mask. You blinked a few times in disbelief. This was so not how you wanted this to happen, but it happened.

“‘Bout fuckin’ time.” Kid snorted, shoveling more food into his mouth. If looks could kill, your gaze would have incinerated your captain on the spot.

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

The way I would read the shit out of a angst to comfort killer x kid x reader where reader has a sub drop / anxiety attack after sex because Kid doesn’t do aftercare after a ROUGH session and Killer tried to do it on his own but he can’t be a stand in for Kid.

Then Kid is a real asshole about it and thinks reader is weak or at least says something mean and yeah.

[shankschewtoy]

longer fic/drabble - ° | suggestive - *

dating headcanons

modern headcanons

making pasta with him °

giving him a good luck kiss on the helmet °

dating headcanons

mocking him

halloween headcanons

taking care of you in the hospital

finding a painting of him that you did

cuddling with him

him as a cat

random modern headcanons

playing VR fnaf with you

finding a drawing of him as a stick-figure

with an s/o who can't hold their liquor °

s/o falls down the stairs, gets up like nothing happened

with an s/o who eats like luffy

s/o that makes fun of him in different languages

his search history

modern relationship headcanons

making pasta with him °

him wearing heels

reader who zones out at the worst times

glued shut pickle jar prank

fake texts

not showing up to school

random texts

reaction to powerful!reader taking off restraints during battle

spending a weekend with him

reader who’s their complete opposite

dating headcanons

mocking him

modern headcanons

reader who won’t stop complimenting him

reader who always brings things they bake for them

taking care of sick reader

throwing his back out

reader has the copy copy no mi

falling for reader who’s just like luffy °

comforting reader during panic attack °

shy artist reader

taking care of you in the hospital

with a shy s/o

catching feelings for new crewmate!reader, being saved by them °

comforting reader on a hard night °

him getting drunk °

clumsy reader (dumb ways to die)

halloween headcanons

meeting his parents

powerful male s/o with a higher bounty

s/o with dark humor

him as a cat

with an s/o who’s gorgeous but self conscious

glued pickle jar prank

fake texts

when you’re on your period

random texts

[skittleghosts]

The Hanged Man

•Chapter one•

Summary: You find yourself trapped in a tangled mess. How did you go from confessing to your crush, Killer, to ending up being in a relationship with him and his best friend, your worse enemy, Eustass kid.

CW: sexual content

WC: 1020

Killer x reader x kid

Feeling unbearably hot and sticky all over my body I tried to wiggle away from the heat source and onto the other side of the bed where it is much cooler, however I soon realize that isn't an easy task as I struggle from moving, feeling like I'm in some sort of bear trap.

Opening my drowsy eyes. I figured out the culprit behind my uncomfortable sleep.

It was non-other than kid himself choking me in his death grip during his sleep. I told him countless of times to leave space for me to breathe in but it’s like I’m talking to the wall. Twisting in his arms. I managed to face him. Even in his sleep he looks like he's about to murder somebody unlike killer who looks peaceful during his sleep. Speaking of killer you noticed how his side of the bed is empty meaning he already left to his morning classes.

Hearing a soft groan, it shifted my thoughts back to kid. I try waking him up by pushing at his bare shoulders. "Kid wake up.” I say with an annoyed hiss, I'm almost tempted to bite him to get a clear response from him. He groans once again, loudly this time and instead of taking the hint to move away from me. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him and to make matters worse started to slowly grind his damn morning boner against my legs.

This time I frustratingly groan as I try to push his huge ass away from me. I'm so not in the mood for morning sex.

Having kid as a partner is like having a horny bunny humping your back shameless. I'm not going to lie and say the sex is bad because holy shit can he work you up during sex but I'm never going to admit it to him though, he will never shut up about it.

He moves his hand away from my waist trailing it down my hips to the front placing it flat against my stomach as innocent touch but I know kid, nothing with him is an innocent touch when it comes to me. Rolling My eyes to the depth of my brain I say. "I know your ass is awake.” I poke a finger against his firm chest. He smirks with his eyes still shut, suddenly with swift movement like I weight nothing, he moves me on top of him. I gasp, finding myself leaning on him.

Both of his arms move to grab my thighs firmly moving me down to meet his boner. "Kid.” I say irritatedly.

He opens his eyes with a mischief glint in his eyes. “Oh?” His smirk widens. His brow slowly rising as he takes me in. “What a pleasant surprise this is.” I tsk. Getting up from leaning on his chest. Just to spit on him I press down on his very visible boner. He lets out a deep throat moan. “Don't test me boy.” I glare at him as he chuckles moving once again his repulsive hands up my ass, squeezing it while biting down his lips. “I love when you get like this.”

I sigh, there's no escaping his relentless attempts.

“Come on, one round wouldn't hurt.’’ He says teasingly. I scoff, “Now we know that is a lie.” If I give in now we won't be done till later at night which I can't afford. Especially when killer is not here to join, I would love to be on top of him instead of kid.

Speaking of the devil. I hear the door lock opening and in comes, “I got breakfast!” A large smile broke onto my face as quickly got off kid not missing the way his smirk fell from his face. Making my way to the living room with a quick strides that's right outside of our shared bedroom, next to it is a small kitchen. “Mm, it smells amazing what did you get us.” I say sweetly, moving around the counter to give him a peck on the Cheek.

“I got us some blueberries muffins.” Kid’s favorite who would’ve guessed.

“Don't you have a class right now?” kid asks as he walks in. Killers attention shift from plating the muffins to kid, an instant smile grace his face. "Well, I did but it got cancelled. So I went and got something to eat." kid grabs a fresh muffin from the basket and shoves a big bite into his mouth while glaring at him as I innocently avoid him making some fresh hot coffee for killer. Noticing the deadly glare. Killer asks, “Is something the matter with you two?”

“Yes.” “No.”

I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. Grabbing the yellow mug from the cabinet, I pour in the steaming dark coffee, placing it in front of killer. “Kid is just being a whiny baby.” killer takes hold of the mug and moves to kid. I huffed at his action. “She's not giving me love.” He pouts, looking at killer like he's some cute little shit. Fucking bastard.

“Cry about it.”

Living with kid and killer can be both a pain in the ass and a blessing I assume you can guess which one is which. We decided on this last minute to somehow strengthen this relationship which I call bullshit but I'm not stupid to pass up the chance of living and sleeping in the same room as killer.

Killer is organized and is very strict about keeping the place clean and tidy which is not a problem then there's kid who's rude, loud, messy and just doesn't know how to clean after himself and to make matters worse! Killer doesn't even get mad at him, so I have to keep him in check.

[swampstew]

𝒮𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇

Being a Kid Pirate is not an easy career path. Less so if you're the Vice-Captain. Killer has it so rough, he really needs a self-care day. Maybe you can give him one?

Content Warning: hotboxing the Victoria Punk, marijuana implied drug use, drinking, otherwise SFW. Word Count: 1.8K

As always, minors do not interact with my content this is a boundary, thank yew.

You knew that the Massacre Soldier was one of the hardest working men you've ever met in your damn life. Day in and day out he handled the ship's affairs, cooked nutritional meals, occasionally bat Kid over the head, and balanced a close relationship with you.

He hardly had a moment to himself, always giving someone or something else attention. You decided that was enough. Killer deserved to have a full day off – no exceptions.

It took several days of secret planning between you and some of the crew; you were a little skeptical you fully got away with your private planning. Killer has always been an observant man. Nevertheless, he did not stop or interfere in any way as you executed your plot. Wire, Heat, Haikei, Noe, Emma and Quincy were tasked with managing the Captain while you kidnapped the masked man.

Sneaking into the kitchen, Killer was quietly boiling a pot of noodles and readying a carton of eggs to fry. You hunch next to the countertop trying to assess when you could grab him.

“You want your eggs runny or dry?”

“Wah?! When did you figure out I was here?”

“The whole time,” he hummed.

Grumbling, you stood up from your hiding spot and stretched your body. Standing behind him you wrap your arms around his waist.

“I like mine dry but make it to go. I need your help with something very important.”

“Very important huh?” Killer let out a dry chuckle. The sizzling of butter flared as he flipped your egg over. “Ok then Y/N. Grab the coffee mugs and croissants.”

Eating in the privacy of his room, the two of you enjoy each other’s company as you caught up, exchanged opinions on recent news and of recently risen bounties. At one point you had retreated to the bathroom for a minute and Killer heard the tub being run. He tilted his head in curiosity.

You came back out and laid out the day for him. Killer was being subjected to his first day off. He was being treated to a day of luxury, relaxation, and spoiling. Phase 1 – the spa treatment. Killer had to bite his cheek from how hard he was smiling behind his mask. He’d never been to a spa before.

The smell of the oils in the water wafted in Killer’s nostrils as he sank into the tub. While it was large enough to hold both of you, and you did soak with him for a time while you swapped different face masks over both your faces, you spent most of your time catering to his whims. Feeding him cheese, crackers and grapes from a charcuterie board, changing the music dial for him, working the various shampoo and conditioner products in his impressive mane.

While his hair was wrapped in treatments, you gently gave him a foot and hand massage. They were short and sweet and you finished each appendage with a quick nail polish removal. Rinsing his silky hair, you hand him a robe and direct him to his couch.

You bring out some nail polish colors and let him choose. He’s going with purple this time; he was adamant that both his fingernails and toenails be the same color. Always a man of preciseness.

Once he’s rocking a dry set of nails, his stomach begins to growl. The promise of a delicious lunch keeps him at bay as you quickly rush through brushing and oiling his hair just the way he liked. As he gets dressed, you rush to the mess hall to check that nothing went wrong.

Dive had set the table as instructed and Bubblegum was bustling through the kitchen door with lunch on a platter. Spaghetti aglio e olio. Nothing too complicated for the novice cook.

Killer was delighted as he sat down across from you, maskless. You both devoured your salads and noodles – spa days really worked up an appetite.

“Next activity is more public; did you want me to grab your mask?”

“Nah, the face masks made my skin feel all soft and dewy. Don’t want to make it mildewy underneath the helmet with the humidity.”

“That’s fair. Cause up next is Phase 2 – drumming circle.”

Killer’s eyebrows cocked, “Bit presumptuous to assume I’ll play for an audience.”

“It’s not FOR an audience. Just, the audience finds you sometimes cause you’re so good!”

He blushed at that. Drumming was his favorite pastime so he knew he was a decent player after years of practice and playing. You’re not wrong though. Anytime he found himself wandering to the open space inside the ship where he would let loose, some of the crew would seek him out just to hear him play. Kid would join him with his bass guitar if he was free. Normally it was Wire and Heat who would play alongside him as his audience grew.

“Ok sooo I’m drumming for fun?”

“Yep! Play whatever you want, it’s your time to just hang out and relax. I’m going to set up some other things for Phase 3 so you’ll be on your own but you can always call me on the snail if you need anything and I’ll get it for you.”

As you led him to the deepest level of the ship, a peculiar smell reached his nose. He knew this smell. Killer was surprised to see several lamps were set up with colored lenses over the frames. The lenses lit the room up in a dark blue color, as if he underwater with the ship itself.

Set up in the center was his drum set. Other instruments were lined along the wall. The room was littered with pillows and bean bag chairs. A table next to the opposite wall held a variety of snacks, water jugs, a massive bong and several pre-rolled joints, and folded blankets. There was a keg beside the table too.

After several hours of just vibing, Killer felt completely relaxed. He had a good buzz going, he was enjoying playing along Heat, Wire AND Kid who had filtered in towards the end. Killer had attracted an audience and everyone was in a haze, lounging around the spread and snacking while they smoked, drank and listened to music. Killer almost forgot about your promise of Phase 3.

You had been hard at work alongside Bubblegum in the kitchen. You were preparing a special main course just for you and Killer, with a very tasty dessert too. Pomp, UK and Hip set up the private dining table for two just outside the helms room; in the dinosaur’s mouth where the railing and teeth blocked the waves of the sea.

Everything in place, you take a quick detour to your shared bedroom and slip into something cuter. Casual and pretty.

You grab a handful of snacks as you listen to the boys continue to jam. Killer’s eyes met yours immediately and he graced you with a wink and wide smile. It made your heart skip a beat. You offer him a wave as you enjoy the assortment. A few more songs and Killer ends the jam session, not without complaint from Kid who was still very much into playing the guitar. You pushed one of the other crew members towards the drums and grabbed Killer before anyone could react.

Killer was shaking as he ran, suppressing giggles over the situation. Being literally ripped from Kid’s grasp and trying to outrun a possible tantrum. You practically threw Killer in the bedroom with a rushed plea for Killer to change for dinner. He complied and changed into a fresh pair of pants and a simple shirt. It was time for Phase 3 – wine and dine.

The two of you held hands as you ran from the bedroom towards to helms room. Killer was about to ask why you were not going to the mess hall when he caught sight of the twinkling lights sitting beyond the last door. His breath caught in his throat as he observed the private date you had set up.

A small candelabra was centered on the table, two wine glasses and covered dishes preserving the meal. Off to the side was a covered container, dessert he presumed. Killer recounted his jam session as you both ate the baked chicken alfredo penne. You even exchanged some of the internal gossip between crew members as you dug into the crème brûlée you had worked so hard to make.

Killer leaned back in his chair completely full. The sea was calm and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the moon shining brightly amongst the stars.

“Already ahead of you big guy,” you chirp.

A small duffel bag hidden inside the helms room contained blankets and throw pillows that you laid on the deck. Patting the spot next to you, you offer him a smile.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve any of this, but thank you Y/N,” Killer spoke softly as he nestled next to you. Propping himself up so he could recline comfortably and have you tucked into his side.

“What are you talking about?? Killer you’re the hardest working person I’ve ever met. You are On Top of Shit all the time. I’m shocked you’ve not cracked under the pressure to be honest,” you bit your lip in worry. “You need a chance to relax every now and then too. If not for your own wellbeing, then for me. I’m worried sick that you’ll drop dead any day from stress.”

Killer’s eyes shot up at that. He didn’t feel like he was overworked or overburdened. Sure, some days where tougher than others but he didn’t mind. Being on this crew and being the Vice-Captain were things he loved doing. It gave him a sense of purpose. Of belonging.

Shaking his head, “I won’t drop dead but I understand what you mean. I promise to try and take more time for myself.”

“Good!” you smile in triumph. “There’s no law that says you can’t have a nap after you turn 25 years old.”

“You know I’m 27 right?”

“DUH! You need it more than me, gramps.”

“GRAMPS?!”

“That’s why I gave you all the face masks, to reduce your worry lines before they become deep set wrinkles.”

Killer gives you a look of utter horror and worry. Did he really have worry lines??!

You crack a grin, “Ah I’m sorry I’m sorry, you don’t I was just messing around!”

“You play around too much Y/N!” Killer growled, poking your sides until you’re screaming and crying. Finally letting you catch your breath, he pulls you back into his chest.

As you watch the stars twinkle in the sky and listen to the lulling sounds of waves crashing against the hull, both your eyelids grow heavy.

“I just wanted to treat you a little today. Make sure you know you’re appreciated and loved,” you say quietly.

“You did amazing. Truly. You pulled off so much and I know the others played a heavy hand in all your plans to make it as perfect as it was. I love you, Y/N,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

Killer couldn’t remember another time he had slept that well under the stars.

[noonaazaa]

I don't know, why?

WHY?

[firstdivisiongirl]

(Killer x Fem Random Kid Pirate Reader) That Crazy Start

So, I always do one of these for birthdays and holidays. Since it is my birthday today, here is this installment of the random kid pirate! Note, the sea shanty is to the same melody as the one that goes, "there once was a ship that put to sea and the name of the ship was the Billy O' Tea" Just so you all know lol. Hope you all like it!

(Killer x Fem Random Kid Pirate Reader) That Crazy Start

It was a stormy day on the Victoria Punk.  The sky was dark and rain was falling like crazy.  The crew sat in the kitchen relaxing.  You and your boyfriend Killer thought it  would be a great idea to tell stories.  Everyone was telling the story of how they decided to be a pirate.  Now it was your turn.

“I can’t wait to hear this one.  Come on Y/N, tell us about how you became a pirate.  I bet it was dumb or something,” Captain Kid mocked.

“Well, there once was a ship that sailed to sea and the name of the ship was the Sad Jackie,” you sang.

Kid pounded his fist on the wooden table.  “Stop and tell the story damn it,” Kid yelled at you.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine. But for the record, the shanty was going to be amazing! I was going to be an accountant for the marines,” you started.

“Wait, wait, wait.  You were going to join the marines?”  Killer asked, scratching his head.  He was puzzled at what you just said.

“Yeah,” you replied smiling.

“You’re good at math?” Kidd questioned.  At this point, he didn’t think you could be good at anything beside sarcasm and pure randomness.

“Yeah!  How do you think our treasure goes so far?  I budget, loser.   Anyways, this guy Kevin kept making fun of me saying I could never be a pirate, so I decided to prove him wrong.”

“How did you get a ship?”  Killer asked you.  After hearing the first part of your story, he knew it was going to be outlandish.

“I’m glad you asked babe.  Well, I went out that night and I robbed Kevin.  To think he was going to be a marine.  So after that, I bought the Sad Jackie!  I let my friends Smoker and Hina know.  Then, I told my dad I wasn’t going to follow in his footsteps of being a great and powerful fleet admiral!  Then I set sail, survived on my own and met you weirdos.  You know the rest!”

“Who’s your dad?” Heat asked.

“Fleet admiral Sengoku. But that’s not important,” you answered nonchalantly.

“What?!?!” the whole crew said at the same time.  None of them could figure out why you never said this important piece of information, but letting everyone know your favorite Yonko was Buggy was important.  

“It’s not a big deal guys.  He’s just dad.”

Kid replied, “Just dad!  Your dad was the fleet admiral!  And your friends are high ranking marines!  Your dad could execute us at any time.  Well, except you “Miss Alive Only”.”  Killer was starting to sweat.  He was already nervous about one day meeting your parents, but now it was worse.  Now, everyone wished you would have just sang your sea shanty about your journey.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[cookiepie111]

Y/n: Awww, thank you so much, killer! I'd give you a kiss but I can't exactly get to your face. Thanks anyway

Killer thinking: I am really about to remove my mask for some coochie?

Kid,heat, wire: Yes!

[nakunakunomi]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Heatwave Characters featured: Killer (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @kerokerogecko [a/n]: another very long one, but I kind of liked this one! Thank you for your sweet comments on the previous drabble, I hope you enjoy this one just as much.

It’s generally pretty warm on the Victoria Punk. In between the heat coming off of the machinery for the captain’s tinkering, the machinery of the ship itself and Killer cooking a variety of noodle dishes on the regular, there is almost always a warm spot to find. It’s ideal for winter islands and stretches of ocean where you feel like only stepping into a fire is the way to warm your cold bones. 

But, whenever the sun is high and brutally shining down on you, it’s the worst. There are barely any spots that are actually cold, and the few rooms that are a little cooler warm up throughout the day or as you spend time in there. You have been sleeping -or at least been attempting to sleep- in over seven locations so far, with little to no avail. It’s too hot, and it’s making it impossible to rest. 

You end up in the kitchen in the middle of the night, desperate for some cold water, wondering if the counter is cold enough to maybe take a nap on. You are that desperate. 

You are in the middle of finding a comfortable way to lay down on the cool surface of the counter, contorting your body in ways you’ve never done before, just to see if there were more ways to get your overheated skin to cool down on the metallic surface, when you heard the door open. You immediately sat upright, nearly bumping your head into some utensils hung up above the counter, and almost pulling a muscle because of the sheer speed with which you moved. 

You got a chuckle in return. Killer, wearing nothing but sleepshorts and his mask, was obviously on a similar mission as you was, empty glass in hand as he walked to the sink for some water. You were slightly distracted by the view, his upper body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Too busy staring to put yourself in a more decent position, you wondered what it would feel like to touch his skin now, to- 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Killer putting down his glass of water, leaning against the counter, and laughing a little because you barely moved. Dim light or not, he could clearly see what your eyes were focused on. 

“If only it weren’t so hot right now.”

[cyborg-franky]

Hello Franky! I hope your having a super day!

If I can since some of your requests and headconons are open, I was wondering about the reactions and out come of calling killer and kid (separately if you please) pet name on accident cause they were so excited to get off the boat for a but and say bye so fast that when they all realized what happen ran away and is extremely nervous coming back but is dragged by heat and wire (their bbfs and find this whole thing funny af) 🤣

Thank you for you time and keep up the great work!

I think I understood the request and I hope you enjoy it <3

Kid

Gods, it had been far too long since the ship had docked and you could feel the ground under your feet. You wanted to smell fresh unsalted air, you wanted to touch grass and sniff flowers.

You were very excited as the gangplank was lowered and you basically flew down the thing.

“Don’t fuckin’ get into trouble or some shit.” Kid barked as he watched you almost stumble in your haste for a day off the ship, wanting to eat something that wasn’t some sort of pasta combination and just enjoy the little island.

“I won't! I promise, Tulip!” the pet name had just slipped out but you didn’t even turn around to see if Kid had reacted, you could feel the killing intent as you run as fast as your legs could take you.

It had been Wire and Heat to get you to come back to the ship as the sunset. You lamented in your punishment of just calling your captain a pet name out of the blue.

He stood next to you as you gripped the rails and stared over the ocean, eyes wide as you heard him clear his throat.

“Tulip.” He began and you nodded your head, still avoiding eye contact.

“Y-yeah, sorry about that..” You said and take in a breath.

You're still alive? You haven’t been thrown off the side? You turn and face him now, there's a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“I like that, better than shit like Spikey head, jaggy or bastard.” He said and folded his arms, you felt yourself smile.

KILLER UNDERCUT

Killer

You’d dropped everything you’d been working on when you heard the call that you’d reached land.

Dropping the plate back into the sink you’d been washing, your overwhelming urge and desire to be off this fucking boat had taken over all thinking and you just abandoned the chore.

“Where’s the rush?” Killer asked as he set down another dirty stack and you peeked your head back around the door. “I’ll finish it when I get back babycakes!” You called and ran down the hall.

The colour drained from your face when you realized what you’d just called him.

Heat and Wire had spent most of the night trying to find you, seeing you hiding in a tavern before dragging you back.

With your tail between your legs, you entered the kitchen and saw Killer sitting there reading through his recipe book Pasta and pasta adjacent dishes when he looked up at you.

“Okay, so sorry about running away from my chores.” You said and slowly pulled the chair across from him out.

“And sorry about the ah.. Pet name..” You said and itched your arm, it was hard to face him, literally, that helmet gave nothing away.

“It’s alright.” He replied and flipped another page. “So I got garlic while shopping today and was thinking it might be a nice addition tonight.”

“You, really aren’t mad?”

“Why would I? That was a cute name, I feel precious.” He said and gave a thumbs up.

You had no idea if he was fucking with you.

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Whoops my pencil slipped and I drew a doodle

Kid made Killer try on his old pre timeskip clothes