#Eustass Kidd smut

[bby-deerling]

break free (eustass kid x reader nsfw)

a demon literally possessed me while writing this! this is kinda late, i wanted to have this out for his birthday but.... here we are!

heed the content warnings!

18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 1.7k masterlist

cw: afab!fem!reader, overstimulation, roleplay, bondage, kidnapping (he saves you don't worry), violence/violent imagery, blood, kid kills people, humiliation, inappropriate use of kid's metal fingers, rough sex and everything that entails, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, degradation, established relationship, hole stretching

tagging: @mandiemegatron @starlightkitten19 @wrennyx

A sigh of relief leaves your lips as the door rips open off its hinges.  Though you were held dangling in the air by cuffs digging into your wrists, the sight of Kid storming into the room was enough to calm the panic swirling in your chest; of course he was coming to save you—and you hoped he was going to make it extra painful for the people who had dared to mess with what was his.

It's over in nearly an instant; Kid’s ability to disarm and repel weapons back towards their owners is enough to overpower nearly any normal man, but he makes sure to get a few powerful licks in with his metal arm, brutal with his swings and clashes as he gets his vengeance served on a silver platter—it was almost too easy for him, and if you weren’t the one at stake, he would likely consider the whole ordeal a waste of his time.

“Dumbass.  Don’t get captured again. On my fucking birthday too…” he scoffs as he looks at you, covered in blood as crimson as his hair.  Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stares at you, and takes stock of the predicament you’re in, suspended in the air by your shackles; though your legs are free to move, they can’t touch the ground.

The situation you’re in has rendered you so vulnerable; so much so, that any annoyance at having to come collect you from a bunch of half-rate kidnappers was replaced with wicked and deviant thoughts.

“Lookin’ good there.” he says with a devious smirk, eyes slowly running down your body.  No being or obstacle could hinder his path as he stalks towards you, and the room echoes with the squelch and snap of bones as he stomps over the fresh corpses of your kidnappers as if they were nothing but pesky ants.  Passion overflows from his every movement as he snatches you by the waist and kisses you deeply, wasting no time slipping his tongue inside your mouth and pressing himself against you.

“Mmm, Kid, get these chains off me.” you mumble against his lips, wincing at the way the metal drags across your skin as you struggle against your restraints.

Wildfire brims in his eyes as he pulls back from the kiss and his metal fingers tilt your chin upward to face him, a silent demand for you to look him in the eyes.

“I dunno princess, I feel like I deserve a reward for coming all this way to rescue you.” he says teasingly, tracing his fingers down your side and dipping them just below the waistband of your skirt.

“Right here?  You sure?” you squeak out in surprise, rattling against your chains as you adjust the way your wrists are being held by the shackles holding you up for him.

“It’s either I tie you up back on the ship or I fuck you right here, and I don’t feel like waiting.” he says, voice gravely and rumbling like the soft purr of an engine.  His words make your thighs rub together as heat pools in your cheeks and between your legs.  The feeling of your heartbeat pounding in your face intensifies as his hand creeps up your skirt, calloused fingers roughly dragging across the soft expanse of your thigh.

“Be gentle with me, it’s my first time…” you say, feigning embarrassment and casting your head downward.  The flush on your cheeks soon becomes genuine as Kid’s booming, hysterical laughter rings in your ears, pulling you out of the fantasy.

“Not buying that one, babe—not when you’re dressed like that.” he says with a smirk, reaching under your skirt and snapping the waistband of your lace thong.

“Shut up!” you squeak, voice cracking and coming out much weaker than you intended it to.  “You’re the one who called me princess!  I thought we were—ugh, just forget it…”  Now, you really were too shy to meet his eyes, gaze fixating on a dark, expanding pool of blood on the concrete floor instead.

“Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ shy on me now…” he taunts, amused by your embarrassment.  Reveling in the burning heat on your cheeks, he leaves a trail of bites along your exposed neck, working his way towards your ear.  “Can’t promise I’ll be gentle, but I’ll make it worth your while, babe.” he murmurs, emphasizing his words with a hot lick of his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“Give it to me, Kid…” you whisper lowly, trying to tamper your tone to not sound so needy for him.  He gets to work as soon as the words leave your mouth, with his thumb traveling up to rub circles over your clothed clit.

“That’s my girl…” he says teasingly as you react to his touch, back arching away from the wall and towards his chest as he starts to unravel you.  “Such a little slut…” he murmurs as he slides your panties to the side and sinks a finger inside of you, earning him a dreamy sigh as you tilt your hips towards him.  “All dolled up and so eager to take me.” he hisses in your ear as he thrusts his finger into your glistening sex a few times before adding another.  The sounds your pussy makes as he fucks you with his broad and rough digits are downright sloppy, and he halts the desperate way you squirm against him for release by pinning your waist to the wall with his metal hand, insistent on getting you to your high with his actions alone.

There’s a underlying gentleness to Kid’s movements, an undying devotion hidden under the guise of rough touches and crude remarks.  He’s as jagged and broken as sharp shards of glass, but as he takes in the sight of you whining and whimpering for him as you cream on his fingers, he wants to both spoil you, and drag this opportunity out as long as he possibly can.

“That’s it, good girl, cumming around my fingers.” he praises, as he slips them into your mouth to lick clean.  He groans as you suck on them, throwing his head back for a moment before lining one of his cold, broad, metal fingers up with your soaked entrance.  The chill of the metal stings as he pushes into you, causing you to bite down on his salty fingers with a whine.  He doesn’t relent, and is brutal with his movements, not affording you a chance to adjust to the way his metallic digit filled and stretched you up.  His lips smash onto yours as he claims you greedily, possessively, and with a hint of bloodthirst still coursing through his veins.  He’s already turned you into a mess, but he can’t help going the extra mile and slipping a second metal finger past your folds; the stretch causes you to suck on his lower lip hard in shock, prompting him to grab a fistful of your hair and tug on it.

“Feel good?” he asks, pulling away from your swollen and bitten lips to admire the fucked out expression on your face.

“Mhm… Feels s’good, don’t stop…” you whimper as he nudges the tips of his fingers across your sweet spot with each pass.  He smirks at the way you’re so eager for him, even when you’re both bathed in blood, grime, and sweat.

“Little slut likes getting split open by my fingers, huh?” he taunts, getting you closer with each drag of his fingers along your walls.  He feels the heat of your face and the twitch of your legs, and doubles his efforts to push you over the edge.  “If you like ‘em so much, cream on ‘em.” he growls in your ear.  The vibrations from the rumble of his deep voice travel down through your side and into your core, giving you no choice but to cum hard around him, walls spasming as your body writhes against the chains holding you in place.

Kid stares at you hungrily, drinking in each flutter of your pussy and every whine and moan that leaves your pretty, bloody, lipstick covered mouth.  “Ready for my cock, pipsqueak?” he says with a wicked, toothy smirk as he stares you down; your pulse is still caught in your cheeks and you nod your head vigorously with a hum of desperation, begging him to give it to you as you yearn to be filled again.  “It’s a good thing ya’ want it so bad, since you’re all tied up with nowhere to go.” he murmurs before entering you; it’s almost too easy as the stretch of his fingers molded you like putty, leaving you ready and pliable for him.  You were his to completely own and wreck, and the way you moaned like a bitch in heat against his lips told him you loved every second of it.

The way his fat cock abused you and tightened the coil in your abdomen was almost unfair, and left you whining and writhing against your shackles.  Kid doesn’t let up—not for a minute as he brutally buries his cock deep inside you—but he slams you against the wall with a hand locked around your hips.

“The more you squirm against me, the harder I’m gonna make you cum.” he warns before returning his attention to your soft, raw, swollen lips.  The power and speed behind each thrust is unfathomable, but the way he kisses you is surprisingly soft by Kid’s standards; his wet tongue swirls against yours, eagerly catching every muffled and dampened sound that escapes you.  The dissonance between his kiss and the brutality of the way he is fucking you scrambles your mind, and brings you to your high a third time; it’s more intense, and stars fill your vision as you flutter around him, and nearly pass out as blood pools in your ears.  He’s not far behind as his hips begin to stutter, and he digs his teeth into your bottom lip and sucks hard as he shoots thick white ropes into you; the next few moments are soft, as he catches his breath and buries his head into your chest while he threads his fingers through your hair.

Panting and sighing, both of you take a minute to catch your breath before he slowly pulls out of you, groaning softly at the last drag of his cock against your tight walls.

“Any of them lay a hand on you?” he asks, cradling your face in his hand; you shake your head, and you catch the small hint of relief that crashes over his face like a wave.

“Good, ‘cause it’d be a pain in the ass to go down to hell and kill those bastards a second time.”

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kid x you #eustass kidd x you #eustass kid smut #eustass kidd smut #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #mdni #eustass kid #eustass kidd #x reader

[badgerbl00d]

one piece boys rescuing you pt. 2

☆ characters: sanji, kidd

☆ up next: waking up with the one piece boys

☆ summary: you end up in an awful situation where your life is put in serious danger. will they be able to save you in time?

☆ content: physical violence, slight SA implications, gory imagery (blood, wounds, injuries, etc.), mutual pining, angsty, happy ending, mdni

☆ a/n: i am the proud leader of the scottish!kidd agenda and like to imagine him using scottish slang and having a thick accent so this required some extensive research into scottish swear words lol. chebs (tits) is my favorite. enjoy!

part 1

Sanji:

Zoro nodded, wordlessly, resting against the doorframe. 

“Careful you don’t catch her in the crossfire.” 

Sanji said nothing. He opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him. 

For the first time in his life Zoro’s presence brought him a degree of comfort. He knew he could handle whatever awaited him by himself, but he would be a fool to deny that the swordsman was further guaranteeing your safe return home. 

He descended a small set of stairs into a dark, damp basement. The walls were lined with a sickly yellow mold and the smell of rot had sunken into the cracks of concrete, filling the room with the thick, metallic smell of drying blood. 

His stomach churned knowing that you were somewhere here.

A door lay slightly ajar at the end of the hallway, pale yellow light pouring out from it. 

He approached the door, pushing it open with his free hand. 

Merde. 

He was greeting with a sight that made his head spin in a way it never had before. He steeled himself, biting back the urge to vomit at the sight of what they had done to you. 

Five or six men, whose faces he didn’t care to look at, stood around the room surrounding you. 

The outer corners of the dirty cloth that had been wound around your mouth as a gag were soaked through with blood. Sanji felt heat climbing up his throat and settling into the space behind his eyes translating itself from mere anger to blind fury. 

Your hands were bound too tightly behind your back leaving your elbows bending at unnatural angles and your shoulders jutted forward as though they were being torn out from your skin. 

He began to undo his tie, watching from the corner of his eye as one of the men- the apparent leader- began loading his gun. His breath was shaky and uneven, the inhales and exhales never dealing with an equal amount of air. 

He never took his eyes from you as you doubled over and took small gasps of air. In the midst of his disbelief he made a mental note of each injury you seemed to have. Broken wrists, dislocated shoulders, broken ribs, cuts and bruises covering most of you- the most upsetting of which were the purpling fingerprints around your neck.

He would return every injury done to you tenfold. As he took another inhale from his cigarette he realized that you were losing blood from another wound to your side.  

The few-days-old injury to his left eye, bloodied and mushed, the broken finger on the hand wrapped around his gun, the dried trickle of blood pouring out of his left ear. 

Atta girl. He knew you wouldn’t have gone down with a fight. Sanji took a moment to glance at the others in the room, all bearing similar injuries, and couldn’t help the smirk that settled onto his face. 

One of them said something, perhaps a snarky remark meant to question his confidence, or an insult meant to diminish it. He wasn’t sure. Nothing other than you was registering in his blurring mind.

It was the sound of a faint drip, drip, drip that sealed their fate. 

As Sanji turned to see your tears hitting the floor his vision blacked. 

He felt the unfamiliar feeling of hot blood covering his hands- the very ones he’d sworn to never use in battle. 

The feeling of flesh tearing beneath his fingernails, his fingers grabbing whatever mass they could get their hands on and tearing. 

You turned your head toward the floor, trying to block out the sounds of gore and violence that echoing within the four damp walls that had held you prisoner for the past two days- not because it scared you, no. But because you did not want to face the pure satisfaction that the scene unfolding before you brought. It was too much to watch someone else carry out the revenge that was rightfully yours. 

You laid your forehead against the cold floor, sweat dripping from your forehead. God, you were exhausted. You let your body hand limp, allowing yourself to rest as best you could now that Sanji was here. 

You weren’t positive- the old digital clock that was on the desk in the corner seemed to not work properly- but by the time Sanji finally stopped, bending down to wipe the blood off of his hands onto the shirt of one of the men, you guessed that thirty six-ish minutes had passed. 

You held still as Sanji undid the restraints against your hands, letting yourself fully fall onto the floor. 

You sighed, savoring how good it felt to feel the cold, wet cement pressing against your shaking body. The floor, which for days you had been dangled over, teased with, now welcoming you onto it. 

A warm, sticky hand under your chin broke the pleasure. Sanji tilted your chin slightly upward to look at him. 

“Mon coeur,” he said, voice shaking.

“Sanj’,” you responded, closing your eyes and resting your head into his palm. 

“Can you sit up? I’ll carry you out.” 

“I can stand,” you said, more aggressively than intended. But you didn’t need to be treated like you were fragile. The fact that you were even alive was a testament to that. 

Sanji drew back, offering you only a silent hand in case you needed any assistance getting to your feet.

You struggled, taking deep breaths as you shakily made your way onto aching feet, feeling like a thousand nails were being screwed into your skin. 

Sanji tucked a hand under your armpit, resting it gently against your hips- your ribs were too cracked to risk applying any pressure to your sides. 

You winced, eyes shutting as you let the ebbing pain pass through you, placing one foot in front of the next. 

You made it to the door before you spoke.

“Let me have a smoke, will you?” 

You reached for the cigarette between his lips before he could answer and took a deep inhale, ignoring the hot white pain that seared through your chest as you did. 

One of your captors, the one who tied you up, was lying by the door. Eyes open and glazed over, mouth swelling like a dead fish left out in the hot sun. 

You bent down, enduring the pain sent by your body, a desperate attempt to make you stop moving. 

You pushed the lit cigarette into your captor’s open mouth, watching the ash burn his tongue.

You stood back up, leaning against Sanji. 

“Carry me?” 

He nodded, picking you up ever so gently, his hands providing you with a sense of security that you had spent the last several days losing any hope for. 

“One last thing, Sanj’,” you said. 

You closed your eyes, cementing this place into your brain. The stench of blood, now fresh and coppery. The humid air that stuck to your skin. 

Whispering, more to yourself than anyone, you uttered a final word.

“Rot in hell.”

Sanji carried you up the stairs and out the door. 

It was only when you saw the first hint of sunlight that you allowed yourself to fully indulge in the comfort of his presence. He was here, you were safe, he had you. 

Zoro was waiting for you with Chopper when you got outside. The sun felt both heavenly and hellish. It’s warmth proof that you were still alive- that blood flowed perhaps too freely through your bones. And it’s brightness, which so highly contrasted the mildewy lamplight of the room you were stuck in, a confirmation of what you’d gone through. But the harsh rays were suddenly replaced by cool shadow and you opened your eyes as Chopper did what immediate work was available for him to do. Sanji stood over you, the sunlight pouring over him from behind his head, a worried look on his face. 

You closed your eyes again, the tiredness of your body finally catching up with you. 

Zoro, who up until this point had said nothing, placed a hand on Sanji’s back. A gentle touch that offered a surprising sense of grounding. 

“Your hands,” he observed. Sanji looked down at them, caked in dried blood and small, stringy pieces of… skin, maybe? Flesh? He tried to recall but everything was a blur. 

Sanji shrugged, “Didn’t notice.” 

He looked at Zoro who gave him a curt nod and they both turned their attention back to you. 

A memory played out before you. 

I must be knocked out, you thought. It was crystal clear, so unlike a dream that you momentarily felt you might actually be reliving it. 

The white light of the fridge in the kitchen cast you in a glow as you rummaged through its contents. It was rare to have any leftovers with this crew. There was some fruit- none of which you liked. Milk, eggs, carrots, pork, nothing. Ingredients upon ingredients and you knew better than to start trying to cook. 

“Hungry?” 

You turned, startled to see Sanji lighting a cigarette in the doorway. 

“Yeah.. Not many options though.” 

Sanji came to stand beside you, beginning to do his own rummaging. He began grabbing several things, a head of cabbage, carrots, pork, butter, heavy cream… 

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna start cooking. It’s nearly three in the morning!” 

Sanji smiled at you, taking out the set of kitchen knives you’d gifted him just two months prior for Christmas (a gift that left his nose bleeding for nearly half an hour). 

“Ah. I couldn’t sleep. And besides, it is my job to feed you if you’re hungry.” 

You smiled and took a seat at the counter, watching him cook. Normally you might offer to help but you were far too hungry to allow your lack of expertise to ruin your own meal. 

He moved with such mesmerizing fluidity, the art was clearly a second nature to him and to watch it was captivating. The cutting of vegetables, the smell of cooking meat, the view of his forearms flexed as his hand gripped the handle of the knife, the tease of his happy trail when he lifted his arms to reach for something and his slightly small pajama shirt lifted. 

Sanji was enchanting- but so were you. 

Your head tilted to the side as you rested it on your hand, a small smile set on your lips. Your shirt was the exact opposite of his- too big on you- and was hanging off of your shoulder. Sanji did his best to not stare at your collarbone, and the line it painted that led up your pretty neck. 

“What’re you making anyway?” 

“Garbure,” he said, simmering a pot on the stove, “It’s a french soup. Sort of a cleaning-out-the-fridge thing. But it’s amazing when made well.”

You hummed, “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Honestly? I heard you in the kitchen and figured I’d make you something to eat.” 

“You’re an angel.” 

He looked up at you and the two of you smiled. A light jolt of electricity ran down your back. 

God, was he always this handsome?

“I think so?” 

“What?” 

“You… asked if I’m always this handsome- That was for me right?” 

“Oh- Fuck, I-I hadn’t meant to say it out loud!” Your cheeks darkened and you let out an embarrassed giggle.

“I’d ask if you’re always so beautiful but I know the answer is yes.” He ladled the soup intj a bowl and set it in front of you, serving one for himself as well. 

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you ate. 

“Mmmf- ‘S good!”

Your hand snaked through the opening between his bicep and chest to rest on his arm, giving it a light squeeze. 

“Thanks Sanj’.”

He smiled, and leaned his head against yours.

“You know, you’re the only one who calls me that. Makes me feel special.”

“You are. Who else can make ‘garbage’ this good?”

You added a french accent. 

“Garbure!” he corrected, laughing. 

“Right, right. That.” 

Maybe it was the soup or the feeling of Sanji’s hair against your forehead- both a warm and physical proof of how much you were cared for, but you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full. 

The rest of the memory is blurry. 

You can recall the weight of sleep seeping into your body, more and more of your weight being shifted on to Sanji. 

The feeling of his hands under you, carrying you to bed. Or was that now- as he carried you into the Sunny’s infirmary? The last thing you remember- if this was even a memory anymore- is the feeling of a kiss being pressed upon your cheek. 

You woke up in one of Sunny's medical rooms with very little pain.

“I made sure you got the bed by the big window,” Sanji said from the chair he’d pulled up next to your bed, “You joked about it once.. That if you ever got hurt you’d want the room with it.” 

It looked like he’d spent the night. You were in new clothes but he wasn’t. Dark circles lined his eyes.

You smiled at him, “Thanks… For everything. I’d still be there if you hadn’t-”

Your eyes welled with tears and your lower lip was trembling, like your body recognized that within these four walls any emotions would be welcome.

Sanji placed his hand over yours and rubbed his thumb up and down your wrist. 

The tears flowed freely now, as you looked down at his hands. 

“Sanji…” 

He had started washing them but the moment Chopper told him you were stable he abandoned the project altogether. His hands were cleaner but browning bits of red gunk were drying in his nail beds. 

Your eyes were wide as you waited for him to say something, your breath shallowing.

He sighed. He didn’t want you to be reminded of anything that had to do with what you’d gone through.

“Yeah,” he said, at a loss for words. 

“I’m… sorry.” 

You weren’t sure what to say. But your heartbeat picked up as he squeezed your hand.

“Don’t be, mon ange, I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. We all are.” 

You laid your head back down, chewing your lip. 

“I’m glad it was you. That found me.” 

Sanji’s chest tightened. 

He’d come to terms with how he felt about you, a feeling both amplified and confirmed by the sound of your voice. His time spent around you affected him deeply beyond flirty remarks and nicknames. He was reduced to so very little in your presence, a nervous bundle of love sickness and desire. 

And you were glad he found you- that he rescued you. 

“So am I.” 

You turned to look at him. 

It didn’t really have to be said- it was there. 

In his hands dripping with filth and violence, and on your face teary-eyed and thankful. In the lingering touches and glances the two of you have been sharing for the year you’ve been a part of the Straw Hat crew. 

Neither of you had to say ‘I love you’. It was there. 

Sanji pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I made soup,” he said smiling at you, “Garbage.” 

You nodded, lightly laughing. It hurt your ribs.

“I can warm some up for you, if you’d like?” He stood up, preparing to leave.

“No- Can you stay? Please,” you said. 

Sanji smiled, “Of course!” 

You scoot over on the bed making space for him, which he happily took. 

You laid your head onto his shoulder, and grabbed his hand. You felt him freeze up when you did, and laughed. 

“You just saved my life and saw me at my lowest- is holding my hand too much?” 

Sanji chuckled, “You’re right. How about this then?” 

He brought a hand underneath your chin and you locked eyes as a smile spread across his face. He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was soft, and chaste. Perfect. You placed a hand against his neck to prevent him from pulling away and deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips. You felt a small moan escape him and smiled against him. When you finally pulled away a thin string of saliva connected your lips to his.

“Hot,” you said, giggling. 

Sanji’s pupils were blown wide and his cheeks pink. A few beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead and he tugged his tie loose. 

“You okay, Sanj?” 

“Yes! More than okay- I just, I wasn’t expecting that.”

You nodded, holding his hands. 

“Well, I would like to shower and… I take it you haven’t showered yet either.”

Sanji gulped, “Um, no. I haven’t.”

You smiled, admittedly proud of yourself for flustering him out of his flirty act. 

“Would you like to join me?”

Poor thing, he tried his hardest to maintain eye contact and keep up his civilized demeanor, but the steady trickle of blood that had started to pour out of his nose gave him away. 

“Yes!” he yelled, “Mon dieu, tentatrice de femme, yes, please. I would love to join you.”

You laughed, getting up out of bed. 

“Mind carrying me?”

“Of course, my love!”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up, “It’s nice to have you back, perv.”

He blushed, “What can I say? An offer like that from a woman like you is enough to fix anyone up.” 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, walking you out of the infirmary toward the showers. 

Kidd: 

You were going to kill him. If you got out of this alive you were going to kill your captain and tear his other arm off. You knew that, one way or another, this heist was going to go wrong. It was messily planned, Killer hadn’t been consulted, and Kidd was motivated primarily by anger and a bruised ego. 

You sighed, somewhat resigned to your fate, and leaned back against the wall, trying to ignore the barrel of a shotgun that was resting against your temple. 

“Mind backing up with that?” 

The pirate holding the weapon shot you a faux-sympathetic smile, “Sorry, baby, Captain’s orders.”

He trailed a finger down your back, causing you to struggle against the cuffs. He dropped his hand and laughed at your reaction. “You’re disgusting,” you spat at him. 

He nodded. “Yeah, and you’re stuck with me here. So better watch that mouth.” 

Your wrists ached, it had been a while since you last felt the weight of sea stone against your skin. It was worse than you remembered. You could feel every muscle in your arms straining above you from where the chain that linked the cuffs hung on a nail. The first time you were handcuffed, the marines had caught you stealing but you were only fifteen, not yet a pirate, and lucky enough to have ran into a notoriously easy going captain who let you off with a warning. Those handcuffs were metal, tight against your wrists but not physically draining- if anything, you were only riled up at the inconvenience of having your hands tied. Sea stone was different. A naturally occurring mineral found in the depths of the ocean weaponized against you and other power holders. When you first felt sea stone a few years after, tight and heavy around your wrists, the fatigue stuck with you the most. How humiliating it was to not only be powerless but to have the will to fight drained from your body. You’d only narrowly escaped and swore to never be rendered so powerless again. 

Yet here you were, silently praying that Kidd would walk in soon. This heist was a bad idea from the start but you’d only agreed because you had stupidly assumed that Kidd had acquired accurate information. Your anger had somewhat subsided as you approached your third hour in captivity, it was too tiring. Hopelessness had begun to spread. 

The entire heist was Kid’s idea in the first place. A poorly executed revenge plot that you and Killer had tried to discourage. 

“That’s them?” you asked, pointing to a group of pirates. 

“Aye… First year we spent in the New World those bawbags got a few good shots on us. Heat came out with a few broken bones and it took us around a month to get Victoria back up and runnin’.” 

“Ohh, I get it. They hurt your ego and you want to get back at them. That always ends well.” 

Kidd scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

“No- it’s luck. They have the map we need… and a lot of treasure that I wouldn’t mind taking.” 

“See!? Ego. If this was just about necessity we’d take the map and leave. I’m telling you that this is a bad idea.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. He’d had a nonstop headache since you joined the crew. 

“Alright! Alright. Jesus, woman! Killer won’t say yes either way so I need your cooperation. No gold, no treasure. We’ll just grab the map and be on our way.”

“And by we I’m assuming you mean me?” 

He flashed you a smile that made your chest tighten.

“Aye! And if you’re caught they wouldn’t hurt a bonnie lass like ya’ anyway.” 

“Oh, I’m sure. They seem like great people.” 

“Don’t start getting smart with me,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper. 

There was a diagram of a building on it, with a room in the back circled in red ink. 

A thick metal finger landed on it, “Here’s where the map is. This building is relatively unimportant to it so they assign their lower level lackeys to guard it. There’s two guards outside each door, four guards on this one. I’ll distract all except the four by pretending to steal some other shit. They’ll recognize me.”

“And I come in through this window I’m guessing?” 

A window at the end of the hall led right to the room you needed to access.

“Aye. You’ll be alright handling the four of ‘em. But you need to keep one conscious to show you where exactly the map is. Once you’ve got it- run. They’ve got a few devil fruit users in the crew and they’ll be at the scene fairly fast. From there we can bolt.” 

You thought about it. The plan seemed quite out of character. It was extremely unlike Kidd to avoid a fight even in circumstances like this. But maybe he had other reasons…

As though he read your mind he answered, “Look, if it was just me I'd kill every son of a bitch on that crew. But I don't want ya' getting hurt.” 

You sighed, “This is a terrible idea. Your information is twenty percent reliable, at most.” 

“If you follow my instructions and we stay near each other we’ll be fine.”

“Hm, so you’re scared I’ll get hurt, huh?”

You laughed, watching his brows furrow and his cheeks go pink.

“No! Kind of, it's just 'cause you’re weak and I don’t want to have to worry about ya'.” 

“You’re still mad about losing the arm wrestling match to me, huh?” 

He scowled, folding his arms across his chest- refusing to answer. 

“Alright, cry baby let’s go.” 

Kid’s information was wrong. The four guards were the devil fruit users. You’d managed to knock two of them out relying on haki alone, but the two left were stronger. If only you could isolate one of them. Your devil-fruit worked well in close distance one on one fights, but you were mentally unprepared for this fight and the two in front of you were logia-users. You were badly beat up and struggling to stay on the offensive. Your dodges were growing slower and slower, your attacks weaker and weaker. 

Fuck, you thought, trying to stay calm and think of your best course of action. You needed to get into the room they were guarding, if you could just create an opening that caught them off guard. 

You reached for the pocket knife you kept tucked in your boots- it was a dirty move but it would have to do. You faked an attack on one of the two conscious pirates, before quickly changing directions and throwing the knife directly at one of their unconscious crewmates. They both ran in the direction of the knife to defend their crewmate, giving you the perfect opportunity. You slipped past the pirate closest to the door, shutting it behind you and jamming the handle shut with a chair. You had ten seconds tops- a chair wasn’t going to come close to stopping a logia user. Luckily for you, they had made the mistake of assuming no one would get past them and left the map out in the open, on a table with a bunch of other papers. You swiped it, quickly rolling up a loose piece of paper to imitate the map. Right as you finished tucking it into your shirt you felt a hand wrap around your neck, your vision blurring. Damn it, you thought. 

You could faintly hear the voices of the two, ‘What should we do with her?’

‘She didn’t manage to take anything,’ they laughed. A small smile settled onto your face. 

‘She’s pretty, huh?’

You felt something heavy clamp down on your wrists. What little energy had evaporated, and you blacked out. 

You were starting to lose track of time. Three, maybe four hours had passed? You had no way of being sure other than the burning numbness that had spread throughout your body. Your arms were aching in a way you never thought possible, and you had been taken to a second location, you were sure of it. If you were in the same building as before, Kidd would have found you hours ago. But there was no doing anything now. The pirate watching you had kept his distance, aside from an occasional taunt or revolting brush of his fingers. He was now settling in the corner of the room, silently watching you, his gun’s aim never leaving you. You decided that staying quiet and avoiding eye contact was the best course of action, and beating his ass would only be a thought worth entertaining once you were out of the cuffs. 

“So how does a pretty lady like you end up in a situation like this?” 

He broke the silence, much to your disappointment.

You didn’t say anything.

He stood up, coming closer to you. Your stomach churned and you looked down. 

“I asked you a question,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. 

“Fuck. you.” 

You heard the crack of his fist against your jaw before you felt it. It was dizzying and left your mouth bloody and aching. You winced, running your tongue over your now split lip. 

“What’s your name?”

He tucked his gun into his pants. You braced yourself. This was going to be a long night. 

“Your name, baby, what is it?”

You spit the blood that was pooling in your mouth onto him. 

This time it was an uppercut to your stomach. You couldn’t even double-over in pain. The third hit was to the other side of your jaw. 

You stopped counting once they went over eight. You tried to think of something else, anything else.  Killer’s baked goods, Heat and Wire’s terrible joke collection, Kidd’s latest invention or screaming match with you. You’d seen them all only hours ago but your heart was aching. You missed them.

Your mind kept going back to a few weeks ago, replaying a memory you had been trying to forget. 

You were headed to the kitchen, you remember it was warm out- or was it raining? You went with raining. You took more time than usual to make your way up to the kitchen, meandering through the halls and tracing the old wood with your hands. The sound of hushed voices caught your attention, bringing you to a stop outside of your captain’s room.

“Why don’t you talk to her about it?” 

Kidd laughed loudly, more-so to make a point than anything. 

“And say what?  I know I’m an arse and not your type but I’m madly in love with ya’ please don’t kick my arse?” 

Killer chuckled, “That’s one way to do it. Or, you know, you could just be genuine and tell her the reasons why.” 

“‘Cause she’s a tough lass- and a bonnie one, at that, a bit too good for me, no?” he said. Your heartbeat was resonating up in your throat and your mouth ran dry- who were they talking about? Kidd had only ever taunted you for being one of the stronger members on board. Your heart contracted in your chest and a deeply unsettling sense of jealousy creeped its way into your system. You tried to shake it off- it’s not like you wanted your captain to be in love with you. You definitely weren’t in love with him. 

“… I dinnae Kil’,” you heard Kidd continue, “I might be a mean son of a bitch but I don’t think my heart could handle a rejection like that.” 

“You definitely couldn’t,” Killer agreed, laughing, “But I don’t think you’d get rejected. Worth a shot if you ask me.” 

Your brain tried focusing on other things, but you always came back to your captain. Hot-headed and irrational and eighty percent of the reason you were in this mess in the first place. He had you captivated. But it was enough. You felt yourself dancing the line between conscious and not and decided to savor these memories, these  snapshots of a life on the sea. You didn’t hear when Kidd finally came in, staining the walls with a spray of red blood as he tore through the man who had dared lay his hands on you. But when you noticed the lack of hits being thrown your way you looked up. 

Kidd had experienced heartbreak before- many times, but very few things compared to what he felt when he made eye contact with you. If a heart could physically break, tear and twist and shatter, that’s what Kidd felt seeing your face, bruises and bloodied. You took note of the red staining his metal hand. It was painted in multiple shades, light crimson to dark, sticky brown. He’d been at it for a while. 

He rushed to your side, picking you up by the waist and removing the handcuffs from the nail on the wall. Your arms had been numb for an hour or two now. You wished they weren’t so that this release might have felt more satisfying. 

You collapsed into Kidd, who kept his arm wrapped around you, bringing you into his chest. 

“Shh, Y/n, I’ve got ya’ lassie,” he said, voice wavering. 

“Kidd,” you said, wincing as you tried to sit up, “The map-”

“Don’t worry about the map,” he said, picking you up off the ground, “I’m getting you on board. I’ve already called Killer, he’s meeting us about half a mile away.” 

He sat up against the wall, legs spread sort and placed you in between them, your chest against his back. 

“Let me see your hands,” he said. 

You placed your hands in the palm of his metal one, shutting your eyes and he cracked the sea stone around your wrist. The cuffs fell off in pieces around you. 

He stood up, taking you in his arms, “How ya’ feeling?”

You coughed, the change in positions overwhelming you, “Like a million bucks.” 

“Atta girl.” 

Everything was muddy, your awareness, your vision, your memory. You clung to Kidd’s neck, tucking your head into his chest. His heart ached- you were scared. 

“You’re alright, Y/n. I’ve got ya’,” he said, “Won’t let anything happen to ya’.” 

You nodded, but your body refused to relax. At any moment, you told yourself, you were going to open your eyes and be back in that room. Kidd was your lifeline, a solid, physical reminder that you were safe now. 

Killer was understandably furious when he saw the two of you climbing on board, Kidd with some cuts and bruises and you, barely conscious in his arms. He was smart enough to put two and two together and realize that Kidd had ignored his advice. He was on the verge of telling you two off, but one look at your state kept him quiet. You don’t remember much after that, as you fell in and out of consciousness. A feeling of disgust settled deep within you as your mind replayed the way your captor laid his hands on you, and was only soothed at the memory of Kidd’s touch. Of how gentle he was. The next four days passed in a similar fashion. You were much too out of it to know, but Kidd spent the majority of his time by your side. He established his longest arguing streak with Killer yet, by insulting all of the food he brought you insisting that “she doesn’t like that.” He made sure that you got new blankets every few hours, forcibly making Heat warm each new blanket. No one got much sleep until, finally, Kidd decided you were stable enough and retreated to his office to mope. 

You woke up around an hour after Kidd finally left, and got up later that night after. Killer helped you to your feet. The feeling of the cool wood against your bare feet was relieving. 

“Where to madam?” Killer said.

“His office.I have a word or two for him.”

“Whose idea was it, anyway?” 

“Seriously? Whose idea do you think such a stupid stunt like that was?”

“Fair enough, but you were stupid enough to go along with it.”

“Fair enough.” 

Killer dropped you off in front of your captain’s office. 

“Best of luck,” he said, “And... I'm glad you're okay. You had me worried.”

You gave him a quick hug, “Thanks Kil'.”

You opened the door, closing it behind you. 

Kidd turned around to scowl at you. His prior softness already having been replaced with his usual attitude.

“Can’t be bothered to knock?” 

Your hands balled into fists at your side. You marched across the room toward where he was sitting, and landed a heavy slap across Kidd’s face. He staggered two steps back and landed in his seat.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, rubbing his cheek, “I deserved that.” 

“I told you! I fucking told you it was a bad idea and that your information was most likely innacurate. You risked my life and, even worse, your own. The crew could’ve lost everything, you selfish asshole!” 

He sat silently in his chair, avoiding eye contact with you. His cheeks were pink, one significantly more so than the other. 

“We should have called Killer like I said to and had another person with us- it was idiotic to have gone into that with just the two of us. Did I mention yet that I told you so? But you refuse to listen to anyone other than yourself, you absolute boar.”

The silence hung heavy in the room and you felt pride swell in your chest- you’d never seen your Captain so quiet before. 

“That was the stupidest decision I’ve seen you make in a long time,” you took a deep breath before reaching in your pocket, “But it paid off.” 

Kidd’s head turned to look at you, confusion was plastered over his face. 

You pulled the map out of your pocket and placed it in front of him. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. 

“Thanks for the change of clothes,” by the way, you said sarcastically, “I smell great.”

No doubt he had given up on the map the moment he saw you in that room. He took note of the bruises around your wrists and gently grabbed them without thinking. 

“I’m… sorry,” he said, rubbing his thumbs on your wrists.

God, he could be stupid. But there was no one else you’d follow after as readily. 

You crashed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck with tears pooling in your eyes.

“I’m just glad you’re okay!” 

You felt him stiffen, not having expected you to hug him. 

“I was so worried,” you continued, “That something had happened to you.”

He wrapped his arms back around you, sinking into the weight of your embrace. 

“So was I.” 

You heard him sniffling, and rubbed his back gently. 

“Crybaby.” 

“I’m not cryin’,” he said, voice shaking. 

He squeezed you one last time before letting you go. 

You stood up, facing him. His eyeliner was running. 

It was quiet again, though this time it was much more awkward. You’d yelled at him plenty of times before, but never had you embraced like that. Your pink cheeks now matched his. This time you looked away from him. 

You felt a slight pull at the back of your neck and realized Kidd was pulling you by your necklace closer to him. 

You obeyed and sank down into his lap. Your mind was telling you this this was abnormal, an overstepping of boundaries. Kidd was your captain and friend. You shouldn’t be in his lap hugging him. But it felt so natural. Like the most casual thing in the world. 

“I was terrified,” he said quietly, “That I- That we might lose you.”

You rested your cheek against his, savoring how warm it was.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

“Oh trust me, I know,” he laughed, “You’re a rather tough lassie.”

Your ears perked up at that, and very quickly went red. 

“Oh,” you whispered. 

“What’s that?”

“You were talking about me the other day.”

Kidd paused for a second, “Was I?”

You giggled. 

“She’s a rather tough lassie,” you said, imitating his thick accent, “And a bonnie one at that. A bit too good for me, no?”

“Oi, oi! I was talking about someone else,” he said, his cheeks darkening several shades. 

You pinched his cheeks, “Well, that’s too bad. I would’ve said that I feel the same way.” 

He perked up, “Oh, yeah? How’s about I describe this tough lassie and ya tell me if the description fits.”

You smiled.

“Right, she’s about this tall,” he held up his hand to your standing height, “Sittin’ on my lap, and just about the prettiest girl on the sea. And I owe her enormously for my latest fuck up because if anything had happened to her I’d have gone absolutely mad and jumped right on overboard.” 

Your smile softened, and you stared at him for a moment. 

“Sounds about right,” you said. 

“Well, then.”

You leaned in toward him and moved slowly, just in case. Just in case he changed his mind or wanted to backtrack or wasn’t sure. But your lips touched and your captain showed no signs of regret or hesitation so you deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and savoring how he grabbed onto your hips. The kiss grew more and more heated, his grip on you stronger and stronger. You pulled away for air, gasping for breath. Kidd’s lipstick was smudged, and he brought a thumb up to wipe it off of your lips. His hand rubbed gently up and down your back. Fatigue began to take over as you let yourself indulge in the comfort of Kidd’s presence. Despite having been bedridden for several days your body was still mentally and physically in survival mode. Only now with a strong set of familiar arms wrapped around you could you finally relax. 

You laid your head down onto his shoulder, closing your eyes. 

“Tired?” 

“A bit.” 

“Sleep, lass. I’ll carry you to bed.” 

And you did. 

You woke up the next morning feeling more rested than you had in years, a thanks from your body for the break. 

The bedsheets surrounding you were unfamiliar, not your own. 

But the strong hand draped over your waist answered any questions you had started to form. You wiggled back until you felt your captain’s chest against your back, and held his hand, tucking it under your chin. 

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” 

“Good morning, Kidd.” 

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KIDD; overheard

wc: 2768

summary: kidd overhead virgin!freader moaning out his name

warning/s: nsfw🔞, fem reader, v1brators, first-time-s3x, cooming inside, cunnilingus, thr0at fucking, fluff in the end

you never had sex. you're a virgin. and kidd respects that. kidd had been courting you because you insist on doing it the traditional way. he just likes you so much he does sacrifices for you. he's not the type of guy who'd go through such lengths for a girl, but with you, man he'd do anything to let him love you.

you wouldn't expect that a man of his stature wouldn't talk you into having sex when you two started getting romantically involved. kidd was, of course, not a virgin. a man like him, who's built like a fucking fridge, who's tongue brings him so many places, who's charisma is unparalleled, and his overflowing sex appeal. you admit that your boyfriend is hot, and you want to know what i feels to bed him someday. he's perfectly aware of your situation and he gaves you free reign of your sexual status, he never forces you to go all the way. it's just all about touching between the both of you.

it's mostly on kidd's end when we talk about containing it. especially when you don't fix up yourself around him on domestic days. or when you don a pretty little dress.

you'd be fooling yourself if you don't wanna do more than touching and kissing with him. each time he takes his shirt off and his happy trail shows. how his muscles flex when he's reaching over something high or hugging you. you can't help but be curious of how it'd feel if he have his way with you.

so that one night where curiosity won over you, you decided to buy a vibrator since you can't find it in you to ask the guy that's been courting you and you who has been constantly insisting on taking things slow. once you're all alone, you discarded your clothes and lied on his bed. you were staying with him for the night. you could've done it in your place but, the scent of his cologne on his sheets and the sight of his things made you more aroused.

as you spread yourself on the bed, you don't know the first thing about vibrators. all you knew was how badly you wanted him, how you imagine him doing the stimulation and not this expensive fucking vibrating rod. as you felt the splurge of pleasure, you were out of this world. your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your mouth muttered his name with the filthiest intent.

little did you know, kidd was on his way back to his place. he just got off the elevator and is walking toward his unit with a handful of takeout for your date night. he was exhausted from work today and all he wanted to do was come home to you and feel you. not fully aware of your act.

"y'all fuck yet?" heat asked over the phone. kidd tsked through the call.

"if that's what the hell you're gonna talk about i'll block you." he almost hit the end call if it weren't for killer taking over.

"listen, we're just iffy about this courting thing. you always start your relationships with fucking or something." killer calmly retorted. "plus, it's been three months and you two are kind of a blur, aye? don't you think it's time to take a step much higher?"

"let me tell you freaks somethin': name is the most precious angel that ever crossed this earth, ya hear me? she ain't some whore i chase to keep my cock warm. i want to have somethin' special with her, cuz hey, she's one special lady herself." he took a deep breath before continuing, fishing out his keycard from his wallet. "ain't it enough reason to wait it out? i imagine sex with her like a good ol' scotch, aye? longer you wait, tastier it gets. i know she couldn't resist me either, the way those eyes linger ain't a wholesome thing. all the more reason the sex'll be so fuckin' sweet once she's ready." he emphasized on the last three words.

you were too lost in the glee of the stimulation, you didn't even hear the beep of his door as he got inside. as kidd settled his stuff down and calmed down by his couch, he started to wonder where you are. he roamed around his unit to find you, only to hear faint noises of your voices. they sounded like whimpers so he started getting worried and hurried to find where the sound was coming from.

he felt his dick tighten in his pants when he heard you moaning out his name loud and clear. his grasp on the plastic bag carrying your food tightened, he swallowed a hard lump down his throat. he couldn't resist barging in on you.

he would nut right then and there. when he saw you wide open right before him, you reached your climax just as he went in. your scream resounding in the room. so you sat frozen with your legs spread, one hand on the vibrator while the other played with your tits. you stopped immediately and hid yourself under his sheets, your face flushed red in sheer embarrassment. "w-what the hell?! i-i- what the fuck are you doing here, kidd?!"

he sighed before saying, "in case you didn't know; this is my room," he pulled his shirt over his head, walking a step closer to you. "and you're naked," he unbuckled his belt, getting even closer to you. "wide open." he kicked his pants away the floor, crawling by the bed. "moaning my name unbefitting of a cute little thing such as yourself." he pulled the sheets you were covering yourself with. "this much is fuckin' rich coming from someone who insists on taking it slow. your words bit you back in the ass, aye?"

you were flushed red at his proximity, your eyes shakily alternating between his. "i-i wasn't..."

"wasn't what? fucking yourself with that thing and imagining i was ramming into you?" he cocked a brow, canines tugging by his lower lip. "baby, hadn't i told you that you can just tell me if you wanna give it a go? i'm more than happy to teach ya," he gave your cheeks a soft caress.

his big hands trailed down your jaw, fingers tracing the edge of your face, down to the column of your neck until he wrapped his hands around your it and pulled you closer. eliciting a moan out of you, his grin widening. "aren't you a filthy, little slut too?"

he kissed you on your open mouth, the grip on your neck tightening. "what were you thinking about, hm?" he pressed the vibrator closer to your clit after flicking the button on. "was i too hot for you? you want me to fuck you up so bad, huh? stretch this tight, little thing wide, fucking, open." he pressed foreheads with you after licking your lips.

all you could do was pout and curl up your brows, your eyes rolling at the back of your head as you didn't even know what kind of high you're in right now. "nghh- kidd- please...!" you bit your lip, clawing at his arms.

"please what? i can stop." he gently whispered against your ear. "i can take care of mine just fine you know." he gestured to his bulging length underneath his brief. you felt yourself choke at the act, imagining how he'd be like.

"n-no!" you responded, squirming under him. he hasn't discarded the vibrator but only made it even more extreme. "k-keep going... i-i want to go all the way, okay?"

"aye." he nodded, giving you a long, wet kiss before turning the vibrator off. he ducked his head down and placed soft, gentle kisses on your inner thighs, teasing your sopping cunt by his stippled pecks. "ready?" he stared at you, his hot breath tickling your folds. you nodded with pressed lips, bracing yourself with his tongue.

he languidly dragged his tongue down the line of your folds, not breaking eye contact as he watch you squirm with only just his tongue. how you sound so much like a slut just for him. he pulled your hips closer, drowning his face within your opening and the flesh of your thighs. he hummed through you as a response to your moans, vibrations pumping through your veins. he took it a notch higher and slid a finger in. you were becoming limp at this point.

but you wanted to please him too, you want to help him with that tent in his pants. so once you pushed his head deeper and you pulled on his hair, you came in his mouth. he sipped in your juices, slurping in your cum.

"c-can i please you too?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"i was just about to say that." he stood up on the bed, holding your jaw by his hands. "go ahead, love."

you hesitantly raise your hands, still looking at him. your fingers crept on his waistbands, sliding them off. his pulsating length sprung out, dripping with precum. you couldn't help but act surprise at the size of him even though you already know that he's phenomenally huge. he would already cum right then and there when he saw the enormous difference between the size of him to your face, how your eyes try to fathom how you'd fit that in your mouth and in your cunt.

you start to wrap your cold fingers around him, a gasp escaping him at your contact. you pumped unsurely, from his flushed head down to his veiny shaft. you opened your mouth and gave a kitten lick by his head, keeping an eye on him before swallowing him whole. he was so huge you gagged when you were just by the half of him.

his hands found its way to the sides of your head as he pushed his length further in your throat, relishing on the warmth of your mouth. you dug your nails by the skin of his hips, eyes watering at the impact of the head of his length touching the back of your throat. he grunted as he tried to restrain himself to let you adjust.

once you let go with a pop, strings of saliva trailed from his head to your lips. there were scattered drools on your lips, you wiped it with the back of your palm. "w-wait, i- you're too big." you giggled shyly, tucking your hair by your ear.

"yeah? sure you can handle it?" he rubbed your chin between his thumb and index, studying your expressions. "i assure you, it will be a lot fucking bigger inside you."

you gulped deeply, face heating up. so you cleared your throat, and prepped yourself to do it once more. you slowly got used to bobbing your head back and forth, the friction of your lips gliding across the surface of his veiny length. as your saliva coated his shaft, it became more slippery and easier to slide in your mouth.

kidd was cursing out words each time his cock slipped in and out of your mouth. he pushed himself further, despite your protests of drumming his hips. he pulled on your hair tightly, fucking your mouth in an unforgiving pace. once he came in your mouth, he left it there for a while, his cum dripping down your throat. you had to catch your breath as residue of cum and drool littered your chin.

he sat down before you,"for a beginner, you're goddamn amazing." he placed a kiss on your forehead then to you lips. as he kissed you fervently; his hands went from choking your neck, squeezing your tits with his palms, and rubbing on your clit as he spread your wetness from your cunt to your inner thighs. "let me spread you up for the finale." he mumbled against your open mouth which elicited breathy moans. his thigh and shoulder provided support for your frame as he fingered you open.

your hand reached over his cheek, looking at him with the most vulnerable gaze. he memorized how sinful you looked for him, how your eyes begged for more and how your mouth uttered the neediest response from his stimulation.

you pressed your forehead by his cheek as you approached your climax, clawing at his arms. he watched how your cunt clenched around his fingers at each curl and spread. you ended up breathless after you came.

but he didn't give you any chance to pause and compose yourself, he lied you down the mattress and knelt before your body. he gave his length a few pumps after spitting on it, he teased his meat on your soaking cunt; savoring how you furrow your brows and gawk at him. he spread your legs by your inner thighs, pushing your hips toward his so you two could be very close. kidd leaned down and pressed foreheads with you, "i'm putting it in, aye?" he asked for permission and you hummed. he gave your nose a little kiss before sliding himself in slowly.

"f-fuck...!" he stuttered, breathless at the tightness of your innocent cunt. he could slide in without any pain from his or your end, your walls just clench around him a lot. you too were drooling and too lost at the fullness of his cock, he's way too huge for you to fathom. "if you keep clenching like that i'm not gonna last, love. i haven't even been fully in." he panted, smiling against your cheek.

once he fully got settled, the head of his cock reached your cervix; that's how big he is. after adjusting, he began moving back and forth. it took everything in him to do it slowly, he wanted to fuck you stupid in a harsh pace. you reached for his neck, slowly lling him down to kiss him. "i-it hurts, b-baby. i-i it feels sore." you said in between kisses. "b-but don't stop, i-it feels amazing too." you smiled meekly, a single tear falling at the corner of your eye.

kidd felt motivated to refine his performance, your words were like a brush on his shoulder. he kissed your tears away before saying, "i know, bunny. i promise to only let you feel the good part, hm?"

as you fist the sheets and his grip on your waist tightened, you two slowly found rhythm. kidd adored how pleasured you look right now, to the point that you don't know what to do with yourself. you played with your tits, sucked on his fingers, clawed on his arms, covered your face with the pillows, and clutched your tummy as you grew near. he was doing all of that to you and it was the biggest turn on for him. he reached over to hold your face in his hand, then he rubbed on your lips, and finally wrapped his hands around your neck. you swallowed at the constriction on your throat, his firm hand holding you in place. his other hand was holding your leg that was swung on top of his shoulder. "you close?" he asked, hips unceasing.

you nodded, your eyes becoming swollen at the amount of tears you let out. "me too, baby. i-i'm- ngh fuck!" he too was lost for words, he felt you clench again around him, you felt him throb inside you; the vibration coursing through your veins. "do you want me to p-pull out?"

you didn't know either. it was your first time and you know the risks. but it was kidd. you want him to release inside, to keep you warm, to let his cum drip down your cunt. so you shook your head and pulled him by the neck. "cum inside, release all of it."

from your words, he came right then and there, shooting up ropes of cum inside your womb. "if we're gonna have brats, i'm done for." he panted with his forehead resting on your shoulder.

"me too, mini versions of you are a headache." you giggled a bit, kissing his ear.

"can i just stay inside?" he lied gently beside you, "you just feel so good and i want to sleep like this."

another tear streamed down your cheeks, what a goddamn softie. you nodded turning your back on him and placing your hand above his which was resting atop your stomach. "i'm glad you're my first." you blurted out, blushing afterward.

"i'm glad you're my last, shortcake."

you gave him a glare but he just giggled.

one last hc before i wage war with my exams 🥺 this is for tHE FREAKSSS 🤪🫣

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[galamalion]

꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ kidd in the bedroom﹕

kidd is unbearably obnoxious.

his large frame and massive hands don't help his attitude, easily able to manhandle you into whatever position with minimal effort on his part. kidd will grab your ankles and pull them apart, diving into his prize without a second thought.

he's not too keen on foreplay, but kidd is aware that he is quite gifted downstairs. and while not opposed to lube, he'd rather create a sloppy mess downstairs with his tongue than use the stuff. it helps to get him ready for the second act. and the third act. and the fourth...

he'd much rather have you a mess on his cock rather than his fingers, but that doesn't mean he won't pump you with his digits. no, kidd will achieve every possibility when you have sex. tongue, fingers, cock, oral, even anal if you let him indulge himself.

kidd has a firm stance on dirty talk: the more the better. he'll call you every name under the sun, praising and degrading you for your every movement or change in expression. 'slut' and 'whore' are probably his favorite expletives, but kidd will never pass up a chance to tell you to 'get on your knees.'

and speaking about getting on your knees, there's nothing kidd loves more than seeing you try to suck his cock. there's absolutely no way you're able to take the whole thing, but his the effort (and cum shot) that kidd adores seeing.

he's aware of harsh nature during the act but he also doesn't want to drop his bad boy act, so aftercare will probably be just a towel unless you ask for more. it's the day after that kidd makes up for his actions, having killer make you breakfast, taking a shower with you, letting you use his massive chest as a pillow...

kidd is an insufferable asshole, but deep down he really does care about you.

#╰┈➤ ✧.* 𝑜𝓅 #╰┈➤ ✧.* 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 #eustass captain kid #eustass kid #eustass kidd #eustass kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #eustass x reader #kid x reader #kidd x reader #eustass kid x you #eustass kidd x you #eustass x you #kid x you #kidd x you #eustass kid smut #eustass kidd smut #eustass kid romance #eustass kidd romance #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece #mdni #romance #smut

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Eustass x female reader - bug

Warnings: vaginal penetration, full nelson, reader in a chokehold basically, degradation/dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation kink, mirror sex

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You couldn't move, too overstimulated to even think and it was just how he liked you. “Wow bug look at you all drooly and fucked out to even say proper words. Tell me bug am I really givin it to ya that fuckin good?” He questions as his strong arms bounce you on his cock, angling your head back to look at yourself in the mirror. You whined at the way he pulled your hair back just to catch a look at your stretched out hole, pussy dripping down his cock to his thighs. He was so big you could feel him in your tummy so of course you could barely speak, what the hell did he expect from you. Your hands clawed at his muscled arms making him grunt in satisfaction, the both of you catching each other's gaze making you flush.

“You look so good. Bet I could fuckin crush you like this, huh bug? Yeah~ bet I could and it’s not like there’s anything you could do about it all cock drunk like this. Dick so deep in this sloppy ass cunt of yours can’t even speak, can’t move, just takin whatever daddy gives you huh.” Kid’s voice turned to a raspy growl as he scanned your reflection in the mirror. 

Your eyeliner running down your face and his lipstick painted all over your skin like his personal masterpiece; it was even on your soaked cunt that he pounded into. “Fuckin hell little bug! You don’t understand - ah fuck- just how fucking good you feel.” Eustass was basically rambling to himself at this point, as only babbled moans left your lipstick stained lips, eyes rolling back from the feel of him. You gasped when he only slammed you down at a harder pace, his cock splitting you apart recklessly making you both moan in pleasure. 

“Slutty little bug- shit~ if only the crew knew how good you take dick they’d be paying me to have a taste of you instead of all those lousy brothels -fuck~! To. Fucking. Bad! This pussy belongs to me. All fucking mine!” Kidd’s possessive growl in your ear and his intense gaze on you in the mirror was becoming too much for you to take as he bullied your sweet spot.  “Only I get to fuck this pretty pussy, ain't that right bug, you belong to me ya know that don't you? As if I-I’d let someone - fuck- lay a hand on you. Fuckfuckfuck - shit you feel so good, so damn wet. Come on baby cum with me. Cum with me bug. Soak my -ah- my fucking cock with your sloppy pussy so I can clean you all up with my tongue again.” 

You moaned again, clawing at his arms as you felt yourself tremble wildly, “Nngh Eustass~!” Was all you could get out as you gushed like a sprinkler on your lover below and the mirror in front of you.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot! That’s what the fuck I’m talking about bug. Such a good girl for me, daddy’s favorite fuckin bug ya know that -shit!” His voice turning to a deep moan as he fucked ropes of cum into your spongy walls making you whimper at the feel, his breathing huffy in your ear. Eyes tightly shut and jaw tense as he shook and stilled his hips inside of you, “Ugh~ what would I do without ya bug.” He finally huffed as you sat on his lap, both of you breathing heavily while his arms readjusted to wrapping around you as your head fell back against him. “Love ya you know that bug?” 

“Yeah yeah yeah…you ever stop talking?” You mumble tiredly with a smile and he just chuckles before slapping your pussy, “Too bad bug cause I’m still gonna eat you out.” 

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[gnarlycrys]

NSFW Alphabet | Eustass “Captain” Kidd

A/N - I’ve literally never written any sort of stories/ one shots/imagines on here. Ever. However, I felt the need to write this as my own interpretation of what I think Kidd would be like with this interesting alphabet 👁.

Female Reader Implied.

MINORS UNDER 17 / AGELESS BLOGS DNI

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

💢 Don’t expect him to clean you, cause he won’t. “You’ve got hands, do it yourself,” type of guy. The most he’d do is throw you a rag or cloth to clean yourself with while he gets dressed and leaves.

💢 Unless you’ve been dating for some time to where he genuinely cares enough about your being, he’ll clean you up as gentle as he can before tossing the rag aside and smothering you into his scarred chest and falling asleep. (Beware, he snores)

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners):

💢 His; his dick fleshed hand. He loves it over the fact he can manhandle you with it as he pleases; feeling all over your soft plush skin as he caresses your curves, breasts, and ass. He loves when you fall putty under his touch, feeling the vibrations of your moans as he wraps his hand around your throat or when he entangles it in your hair to bounce you back on his cock that’s abolishing your soaking hole.

💢 Yours; dat ass lmao. Who would’ve thought? This red-head is most definitely an ass man and no one can convince me otherwise. The sight of your ass bouncing on his cock as you ride him facing away or whenever you’re throwing it back on his dick, it’s so mesmerizing to this man. Not to mention how crazy it drives him with how sexy he finds it, he’ll never let those visions go out of his mind. He finds that jiggle and recoil insane.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically):

💢 Inside you. Seeing as his seed drips out of your hole after fucking you stupid is no doubt, one of his favorite sights to see. He’ll make sure you take it all by using his fingers and stuffing all of it back inside you.

💢 If not inside, definitely on that ass. Seeing his juices coat the flesh of your ass makes this man hard again.

💢 Or, if you’re destroying his cock with some fire head, he’ll hold your head down and make sure you swallow every load of cum he has to offer until your throat milks him dry. He’ll make sure you’ve swallowed it all, “tongue out,” if he sees it’s all gone, “good, little slut.”

D - Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs):

💢 A horndog (for you). If he’s horny and you’re out running errands or doing something outside of the Victoria Punk, he’ll make way into your bedroom (or shared bedroom) and sprawl out on the bed. He’ll grab the pillow you sleep on before whipping his cock out and using your scent on the pillow to get him goin’. Your scent makes it all of the pleasurable for him. If you’re lucky enough, you might find him in the room, secretly waiting for your return so he can rail you into the mattress.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?):

💢 Decently experienced. This fool isn’t a virgin, he’s had his fair share of flings before getting with you.

💢 He knows your body like the back of his hand. He’ll pay close attention to the reactions of your body as well as the expressions of your face when he touches or rams himself in you. Kidd knows what areas you like to be touched or that feel the most pleasurable.

F - Favorite Position (This goes without saying…):

💢 Reverse Cowgirl; as stated before, Kidd’s an ass man. He lives watching the jiggle and movement of your ass as you slide up and down his dick. He also enjoys the sight of its recoil as he rams himself into you.

💢 Doggy Style; man, those back shots drive you and him to the brink of unfathomable pleasure. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he rams you back on his cock brings him absolute euphoria.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they numerous, etc):

💢 As serious as he can be. Kidd wants every second of sex to be the best possible, he doesn’t see the point in making silly jokes and getting distracted from his main goal in those moments (To make you cum). He’s more focused on drilling you into the bed, keen on hearing every noise you can make with the satisfaction he’s giving you by filling you full of his thick cock.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

💢 As red as his hair.

💢 Doesn’t shave nor does he care enough to keep it tidy. Shit’s a jungle down there, it’ll irk him if you comment on it too. Unless you ask him nicely to trim, he might take it into consideration (he won’t do it). Either that or he’ll get pissed you even asked in the first place.

💢 “The hell’re you yappin’ about!? Hair’s hair. I’m not shavin’ it. Deal with it or fuck off!!”

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

💢 Kidd isn’t romantic in the slightest. Who the hell do you take him for? He hates that sappy shit.

💢 As rough as his personality. A Dom. He’ll manhandle you however he wants (with your consent, of course). Although with his roughness, his kisses are passionate and fierce. He’s rough, yes, but it’s never too rough to the point where he’s hurting you. (He’s a little sappy, but he’d die before he says he is).

J - Jack Off (masturbation):

💢 Yeah, he beats his dick. Only in situations where you aren’t available when he gets horny. If he’s frustrated he’ll relieve his stress with a quick jack off and go on about his day.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks):

💢 Bondage; Kidd gets off whenever he’s able to tie you down to the bed to have his way with you. On the rare occasion, he might allow you to tie him to the bed and let you lead.

💢 Degradation; his mouth’s filthy. More so during intimacy. “You’re such a dirty little whore.” “Look at you, crying like a bitch.” “Such a filthy slut, my slut.”

💢 Praise; despite his degrading tactics, he’ll praise you if that’s what you’re into. Either way is a turn on for him, and he appreciates it whenever the gesture is returned. “My good girl.” “Takin’ my cock so well.” “Look at you, crying so pretty with your hole stuffed of my dick.”

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do):

💢 The shower. He finds it so unbelievably hot when you two are in a compacted space, your bodies pressed together, your breasts sloshing against his own as lukewarm water pours down your bare skin. Ah yes, fucking you in the shower is definitely his go to.

💢 The bedroom. If he’s feeling it in the moment, he’ll wanna fuck you in his bed, un-restricting the loud noises of intimacy and moans the both of you elucidate. He wants everyone in the ship to hear how good he fucks you.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

💢 Seeing you fight your ass off in the midst of a battle, whether it’s against marines or enemy pirates. God, it turns him on seeing your ass and tits bounce with each move you throw. He can feel how hard his cock throbs within the restraints of his pants.

💢 Oh, and when you’re beating your opponent to a pulp, their blood splattering on your knuckles, face and clothes. Don’t even get him started. Watching you release your anger on the enemy almost makes him feel sorry for em’, but lord does he have to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

💢 Anything that involves piss, shit, intense bdsm, whatever weird and out of pocket shit there is. He won’t do shit that’s gonna hurt you.

💢 Role play. You’ll never catch this man role playing, he wouldn’t do it even if you asked. He finds that shit humiliating and honestly pretty fucking stupid. Your chances of getting Kidd to role play are slim to none.

💢 Pegging. Just don’t. Don’t even try to convince him. He’d probably kick you out.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

💢 Kidd prefers receiving. He enjoys watching you struggle to take the entirety of his dick in your mouth, saliva pooling and dripping at the corners of your lips with mascara smeared around your eyes from the tears. The sounds of you choking and gagging amuse him. He finds it cute that you’re trying so hard to impress him by swallowing him whole.

💢 When he does give though, his tongue works wonders. He loves swirling circles around your sensitive clit with his wet muscle, sliding and flicking it away through the folds of your labia that make you wriggle and squirm. The sounds of your moans and whimpers make it all the more enjoyable for Kidd. He loves the way you taste and eats your pussy like it’s a fine diner.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):

💢 It’s Eustass Kidd we’re talkin’. His momentum screams fast and rough. That’s just how he rolls.

💢 However, there’s moments where he feels lazy when he’s in the mood to fuck. He’ll lay you in your side as he slides his cock in from behind, lazily bucking his hips into your cunt as his arm wraps around your chest, pressing chaste kisses onto your neck.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

💢 All for quickies. As often as possible.

💢 If you’ll be separated for awhile, a quickie is his way of sending you on your way. If you’re on a mission together, that is, he won’t mind taking you off somewhere for a quick sesh. “A quick fuck for good luck.” Headass

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

💢 Hell yeah, it’s fukin’ Kidd. He’s always up for challenge to prove himself or win, it’s never neither.

💢 Whether it’s fucking you with the door unlocked, behind an alley or even out on deck. Being walked in on or caught turns Kidd on to the max because he’d continue to fuck you regardless of the embarrassment you’d get out of it. (Poor Killer has fallen victim to things he’s never wanted to see because of his best friend’s antics with you).

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

💢 This one-armed fool could last until the dawn of a new day. His stamina’s pretty insane.

💢 Rounds and rounds to no end. Especially after an intense battle where the adrenaline rush is still kicking and going, it’s enough for him to do you all night.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

💢 He doesn’t own any of his own, but he wouldn’t mind if you had your own that you wanted him to use on you.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?):

💢 The biggest fucking tease, but he hates being teased??? This guy doesn’t make sense.

💢 Try teasing this man and he’ll throw you over his shoulder and stomp to your shared bedroom. Don’t expect for him to show you any mercy from there on.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

💢 He doesn’t moan. He groans.

💢 Kidd isn’t very loud when it comes to his grunts and groans, but they’re audible and it drives you wild. He’ll notice whenever his dick slides in and out of you with more ease, your cunt growing increasingly more wet than he even thought was possible.

💢 He’ll leave the moaning and mewls all to you. He grows even harder when your sounds fill throughout the room.

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character):

💢 He fucking LOVES when you baby him. He swears he hates it because it’s sappy but just receiving tender kisses whether it’s on his face, lips, chest, hands, god he loves it so much. It makes him feel so appreciated and loved by you. Running your fingers through his hair is a bonus. (He’s never gonna admit it either, it’d hurt his pride).

💢 Little spoon. You cannot and will not convince me that he doesn’t like being the little spoon during cuddle sessions.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

💢 8.5-9 at most. Uncircumcised. Kidd’s a big guy, practically 7 ft of course he’d be packin something.

💢 It’s holds more girth than length, even so it fills you up in all the right spots.

💢 Pulsating veins, has a long one that runs from the base and all the way up beneath his flushed red tip.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

💢 Oh, he has a high sex drive alright. He’ll be fucking you 2-3 times a week. Doesn’t seem like much but it is with all the quickies he throws in there. He’s always yearning for your pussy.

Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

💢 Dawg, as soon as he nuts, he’s out. Out like a night light for real. He’ll crash out with you lying atop his chest.

Live laugh Kidd. Hope you enjoyed :>.

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[soleilnomoon]

Hiya!! I’m absolutely in love with this event you’re doing and wanted to put in an order with you if possible 🥲❤️

Can I please have a glazed donut with caramel and a touch of whipped cream, a Neapolitan rose cake with poppy seeds and whipped cream and a #1 (Kidd) from the secret menu?

For a f!reader (Gn reader is also perfect, whatever you’re comfortable with!)

Thank you so so much!!

hihi!! ty for being patient with my very slow writing 😭💓 anyway i love kidd he's so fun to write and he's just so silly being grumpy like that all the time. i wrote this like i was possessed so i hope you enjoy 😊also as u know enemies 2 lovers is my shit, i love it sfm.

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, enemies 2 lovers, hurt/comfort, a splash of angst (nothing major it's so tame i promise maybe), and fluff if pretend real good (jk it's there somewhere); feat. oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, kid being a bigass bully but reader dishes it back, kid is a mean bitch when he's jealous but what's new, reader likes it ok; is this toxic??? maybe a lil idk, i'm into it ok. both of them need to do better; killer makes a brief cameo! (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes, no u didn't :))

“listen, memory’s got a hard heart and a soft head. / whatever light the eye sees, the heart says dark, dark, dark.” — charles wright

an empty beer bottle shatters on impact the moment eustass kid chucks it at the wall near your head; thankfully your keen senses allow you to miss the attack, just barely.

“care to explain,” you say as carefully and as cordially as you can, teeth grinding against each other every time you pause to calm yourself, “why the entire fuck did you throw that at me?” you keep your distance from your hot-tempered captain, staring fiercely at him, not at all fazed by his intimidating presence.

kid pours himself a glass of scotch and ignores you altogether, grunting noisily before downing the drink all at once.

“kid,” your tone is anything but amiable, he can taste your annoyance even from across the room; everyone had cleared the kitchen once you and kid started arguing — the crew has been privy to one too many explosive fights and they were tired of breaking them up. when it doesn’t look like he’s going to answer truthfully, you roll your eyes and toss your hair over your shoulders. “know what? i’m done, i’m leaving this stupid ship, because there’s no way i’m going to survive with a shitty captain like you.” the words leave your mouth much too fast, spurned by the two glasses of wine you had previously.

you weren’t even mad that he threw the bottle, you were used to the outbursts and you were equally as destructive as he was — much to the chagrin of your crew mates, who constantly reminded the two of you to figure something out quickly.

kid knows better than to encourage you to leave, even though the words touch the tip of his tongue, but he thinks better of it and says nothing. instead, he fills another glass and drinks again.

“do whatever you want,” he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing as he lounges on a chair lazily. he doesn’t mean it, of course, but you decide to interpret that as him giving you permission. bile rises to the back of your throat, and you will yourself not to let a single tear fall. you sniff loudly and turn your face away before storming out of the kitchen.

you bump into killer on your way out, but before he can ask what’s wrong you run off. he doesn’t chase after you as he has a sinking feeling that you and kid had yet another fight that requires his mediation.

a thankless job if anyone were to ask him.

he finds kid with his eyes closed and a frown stitched onto his face. killer sits across from his captain and sighs loudly.

“start from the beginning,” he says smoothly, watching kid carefully to see if he’s actually going to give him the whole story this time.

kid doesn’t move for a long moment, but he knows he can’t avoid killer so he relents. he tries not to think about the shape of your mouth, or the curve of your hips; he tries and tries and tries, but he can’t get your face out of his head.

“it’s not a big deal,” kid says gruffly, voice low, irritation spiking all over again when he slams the glass on the wooden table — the force of it rattling the furniture nearby.

killer crosses his arms against his chest and fixes kid with a steely glare, one that penetrates through his mask. still, kid insists on pleading his case.

“you know she argues with me on purpose, why are you always on her side?” he will never understand; if anything, his crew should side with him always. loyalty above all else, after all. there’s no legitimate reason for why you and kid are always at each other’s throats — it’s probably because you’re more alike than you think and your stubbornness always clashes with his; he’s also controlling and bossy, pigheaded and a pain in your ass.

and yet, there you are, sighing in defeat as you press your face into your pillow and try not to scream.

the funny thing is, as much as you both like to deny it, everyone can see that this is pent up sexual frustration that will implode sooner rather than later. kid would rather gut himself than admit that he likes you, would rather swallow nails for ninety days before confessing to you first. similarly, you hate the idea of him having this sort of power over you — that’s what you tell yourself anyway; if he knew how much you liked him, then you’d never hear the end of it.

his ego knows no bounds and you don’t know if you’d be able to tolerate him being that smug around you.

still, you’re sorely tempted to just tell him and get it off your chest; maybe if he sees where you were coming from, then he’ll ease up. you doubt it, though. while you’re not oblivious to the heated looks that kid gives you, if you give into that desire, there’s no coming back from it unscathed.

your poor battered heart can only take so much, you need to protect it from men like him — men who come in like storms, wrecking your life without remorse.

killer’s lecture only pisses kid off even more, but his best friend has never steered him wrong, so he takes his advice seriously. his issue with you is so painfully simple that if you knew you’d make fun of him forever — at least, that’s what he thinks anyway.

his attraction to you has only grown stronger over the years and you have an iron grip on him without even realizing. he fucks other people to get you out of his head and it only gets worse. you tried your best to flirt around in the hopes of finding someone to take your mind off him, but everyone you meet pales in comparison.

there’s never anything wrong with them — they’re just, so nice, so… tame. and you hate that kid has gotten you accustomed to a certain kind of chaos that you crave without meaning to. you know that you’re much too intense for just anyone to handle, so you don’t try that hard anymore. for some reason, this pleases kid more than it should. he actively sabotages anyone’s interest in you for the sole purpose of keeping you to himself, all without telling you, of course.

killer wants to tell you to wise up about kid, but knows that it’s not worth it; you won’t listen to reason anyway, will you?

you like to lie to yourself and say that you hate him, but you know you don’t. and kid doesn’t want to admit that part of the reason why he likes you so much is because you’re dismissive around him and are one of the few people who dares to talk back to him. he likes that part of you so much that he’s sure it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point — hence why he’s always acting out whenever you’re nearby.

you know you should just let it go, try to find a middle ground with him — and he keeps telling himself that if he fucks you once, maybe you’ll calm down and stop nagging him so much.

one can only hope, right?

after docking the ship on a small island, you take to exploring around the closest town. the others follow kid to a pub and drink heavily. because it’s packed inside, kid opts to finish his drink outside, where the breeze caresses his skin gently; he finds solace in the cool evening temperature and almost heads back in when he hears laughter.

a few feet away, you’re standing with an unknown man — a civilian from town, most likely — smiling like a mischievous cat, batting your eyelashes and touching his arm every so often. kid narrows his eyes, jaw clenched as he finishes his drink, his anger steadily rising at the sight.

you’re in the middle of accepting a date, when kid calls your name out. loudly.

you try to ignore him, but you know that he’ll only be tempted to do something outrageous so you apologize to the stranger and stomp over to your nosy ass captain.

“what do you want now? can’t you see i’m busy.” your face is flushed from embarrassment — and the stranger leaves once he sees the fierce look kid gives him from over your head — and anger, a deadly combination that makes you look every bit as cute as you are alluring.

 he wishes you’d stop being attractive so he can get over you quickly; but yet there you are, fussing at him without a care in the world. your lack of fear only makes him want you more. he licks his lips and motions for you to follow him back to the ship.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you say, holding your ground and not moving an inch.

kid swivels on his heels and his audacity reaches new bounds when he says, “either you walk on your own or i carry you. either way, you’re getting back on the fucking ship.”

something about that stirs something forbidden inside of you, a wicked heat that makes you squirm a bit under his gaze. if you don’t comply that’ll complicate things, but if you do that’ll only mean you’re giving in to his demands and you don’t want that.

right?

lips parted, an argument rolls onto your tongue, but he grabs your face roughly with his hand and stops you from saying another word. “i’m serious.” and you know he is. you swallow hard and nod, following after him quietly, heart beating much too fast. you tell yourself you’ll make it out of this in one piece, but you make the mistake of following kid back to his room, all of your self-preservation thrown out of the window when you close the door behind you and sigh.

kid’s anger nearly blinds him; he didn’t think he’d ever be that jealous, but he saw the way your soft features were illuminated in the moonlight, and it became painfully obvious that he wanted you to look at him like that too. but, again, stubbornness and cowardice work in tandem, making it easy for him to avoid that sort of vulnerability for the time being.

“you can’t keep bossing me around, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” your words come out sharp, but your voice lowers when he steps closer to you and backs you against the door. “you also can’t get jealous because you and i aren’t dating.” this is the first time you’ve actually said that out loud to him; he considers your words, but only chuckles darkly in response.

“and that’s where you’re wrong.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed; what an impossible man. whatever residual irritation you have steadily dissipates, as you try to tell yourself that fucking eustass kid will only bring you more headaches. but then he pushes his leg in between yours, and then you’re leaning into him, back arching, chest heaving the moment he kisses you.

there’s nothing delicate about the way kid handles you; with brutish strength, he rips through most of your clothes, laughing when you shriek and chastise him over it. he kisses you repeatedly, tongue swiping against yours playfully as he grabs your ass. heat courses through your body viciously, making you pull away so you can unbuckle and unzip his pants, stroking his stiff cock without prompting, admiring the length and thickness.

this man will be the death of you, that much is certain. but you’re going to enjoy the ride the entire time regardless.

you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your skin. you run your tongue along the length of his cock, soft hands massaging his balls with skill and ease. kid fights to not moan your name, instead opting to tug on your hair roughly. “stop teasing me,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, lust fueling his thoughts and actions.

he’s trying to be considerate, but at the pace you’ve set, he has half a mind to just take over; but he lets you have the reigns briefly, watching you with half-lidded eyes, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as you suck on the thick head of his cock.

“fuck.”

you take that as confirmation to continue, looking up at him, desire burning through you as you open your mouth and slacken your jaw to take in more of him. whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you compensate by using your hands. his hips jerk forward, and he braces his heavy, mechanical arm against the door, while his other hand grabs onto your hair and tugs you off him.

“make it sloppy,” he says roughly, and you squeeze your thighs together, plush lips parted as you exhale deeply. you know better than to disobey that command, so you give him what he wants, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands twisting and pumping around the base. your saliva coats his length and he sucks in a harsh breath when you moan and suck on his tip, persistent and playful.

he ends up thrusting into your mouth, cock gliding further down your throat with his help. you let him fuck your face, his groans loud, vibrating along your skin, making your pussy slick with your arousal. his hips jerk forward, his breathing uneven as you hold onto his thighs for support. if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you might pass out honestly. he knows if he continues, he’ll only end up cumming in your mouth and he doesn’t want that just yet.

when he tosses you onto the bed, you get on all fours, tempting him with your ass — that he’s admired for far longer than necessary — you look over your shoulder at him, lips swollen from his kisses. he thinks you look pretty like that, a dazed look on your face, insatiable in your desire for him. he’s in the same exact boat as you, muscles tensing as he pulls the rest of his clothes off.

you shiver slightly, rub your lips together and let out a shrill whimper when he licks along your slit, your arousal dripping onto his tongue once it slides in between your folds. you don’t think you’ve ever had someone taste you like that — like you’re a coveted fruit, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t devour you whole right now. kid eats your pussy with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slurping messily.

grabbing at the bed sheets, you make an attempt to shift away from him, but he holds you steady, tongue circling dangerously around your throbbing clit. you yelp, cry out loudly, and beg for more.

he hums absently, before he slides a thick finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, watching as you fuck yourself against his hand once he inserts another finger. he scissors them recklessly, and you shamelessly buck against him before he swaps his fingers for his tongue.

“yes, fuck, right there,” you chant, breathing erratic as you chase the high that kid is dangling right in front of you. he’s barely holding on himself, but he has a point to prove. he swipes at your clit again, flicking his tongue against it before sucking on it hard. a flash of white blinds you, and when you cum forcefully enough to make you slump over.

still, kid’s not done with you.

he admires all the marks he’s left along your thighs and ass, smiling to himself haughtily. you know he’s probably grinning like a fool right now and you don’t even care to argue with him about it. you rub your ass against his cock once before he thrusts his cock inside of you; he grants you a bit of mercy, pausing so you can adjust to his girth before snapping his hips forward and fucking you at a merciless pace.

with a hand on your back, kid bucks his hips roughly against yours; your thighs tremble and your voice grows hoarse from how loud you’re moaning for him. the walls in the rooms aren’t thick, so no doubt some of your crew mates have heard you already — not that you care about any of that right now anyway.

his balls slap against you with each stroke, his cock burrowing deeper inside your cunt without remorse. he grabs you by the back of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest, back arching as he powers into you with short, frenzied thrusts. your pussy is soft and warm around him, making him think irrational, impossible things — making him want to be different with you.

the pads of his fingers are rough when they rub against your clit, and he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as he fucks you faster. sweat pools at your temples, the room is hot but not uncomfortable. he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out of you momentarily and panting lightly. when he enters you again this time, he plunges in deep enough to have you babbling incoherently as tears glide down your round cheeks.

he laughs at your whimpering. “big baby,” he says teasingly, the taunt dark with intent. “all that mouth but you can’t take my cock, what a damn shame.” you know he’s joking, but your face burns with shame anyway.

“shut up,” you manage to say with great difficulty, moaning shamelessly as he rolls his hips against yours. kid presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re surprisingly okay with the intimacy — and he is too.

strange. very, very strange.

it’s when he angles his cock like that that you cum again, clenching around his girth, holding him hostage as his thrusts become sloppier and frenetic. there’s a feral possessiveness that he exudes when he rolls you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders. you barely have the strength, but you do your best to keep up, hips lifting to meet his menacing strokes, pussy squelching loudly.

his bed sheets are soaked, but he doesn’t care; all he cares about is this. you. he realizes that now — very belatedly, but still. he finds himself tipping over the edge when you lean up to kiss him sweetly, almost affectionately. he meant to pull out so he could cum on your stomach and thighs but doesn’t, he cums inside you instead.

it’s thick and hot, you whimper against his lips pathetically, nails clawing along his back, head spinning from the intense way he fucked you.

after a minute or so, he pulls out and clarity hits him. you look over at him as he stretches out on his large bed, lazy like a mountain lion, eyes closed briefly. you wonder if this is where you get kicked out and you dread the walk back to your room — especially since kid rudely ruined your clothes. he feels you shift on the bed, arms and legs shaky as you sit up. he frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving and grabs onto your arm, tugging you towards him gently.

although with a man as large as him, his idea of gentle is different than most. you find yourself laying on top of his chest, confused but also content, smiling secretly as you duck your head to avoid his gaze. he plays with your hair before yawning.

“i was going to—”

he pulls you closer and you clamp your lips together, afraid of saying anything else that might disrupt whatever peace has settled between you two.

kid hesitates only for a moment before saying, “stay.” it’s almost cute, the way he’s suddenly very demure, as if the idea of asking anyone to stay over has never occurred to him. but he knows that if he lets you leave, then things might go back to normal, and he doesn’t want that.

not that he knows what he wants exactly, but that’s beside the point. he’ll figure it out in due time, but for now, he’ll enjoy having your body next to his.

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[micahwritesweird]

Hmm..

Kidd or killer with a fem?

I would also say izou but you don't know him yet so oop

Let's see if you can tell who I am

I certainly can, but I’m not too familiar with them yet so I apologize if this isn’t that great 😅 Unfortunately still haven't seen Izou yet, but im very close! About 40 episodes I believe. (also ty for sending a dm to confirm who you were/your age <3) (edit: so sorry I forgot their headers, these were very rushed 😭) NSFWTWT Links & mini scenarios - Eustass 'Captain' Kidd and Killer x Fem!S/O

Warnings: Possibly slight somno in Killer’s part, manhandling, choking

Careful! Links at their names!

It's no secret that Kidd is a big boy, and not just under the waist band either. He knows it, and you certainly know it. He’s used his large frame and muscles to his advantage countless times even before the two of you were an official ‘thing’. Towering over you a little too close because he liked the way you would squirm and avoid his gaze, a firm grip on your shoulder every now and then that would linger a bit too long, he overwhelmed you just the right amount that made you putty in his hands. And of course, this power was transferred to the bedroom (or wherever he decided) too. Kidd knew his strength and knew how easily he could break you, and lucky for you he was a man with... enough self control to know when to hold back, especially when it came to you. But after a night where you were a little too mouthy and getting a little too close to other men in the bar, teasing and taunting him with the outfit you decided to wear that you knew would attract the eyes of all others around you, he had finally reached his breaking point. And your misbehavior couldn’t go unpunished now could it?

After a long, hard day of, well, being Killer, he finally found time to relax in his room. Some time later, you find him asleep with an arm over his mask, chest heaving with each breath with a familiar bulge in his tight jeans. Your face flushed a light pink, and as you tried to quietly tip toe out of the room you’re stopped in your tracks when you hear the sleepy, panting lull of your name off of Killer’s tongue behind his mask. Did you hear that right? Was Killer dreaming about you? After a moments hesitation and considering your options, you’re closing the door being you and walking over to his bed. “Killer~” You whisper next to his masked face followed by kisses down his neck and shoulder. He wakes with a slight gasp, propping up on his elbows and muttering your name lightly followed by a small groan from the tight sensation in his pants. Offering to help him out with his... ordeal, you proposed an idea that would allow him to take off his mask to comfortably enjoy the help that he gladly accepts. His mind still hazy with sleep, Killer lets you take the reins and do as you please as you bounce yourself on his lap, the burning sensation in your thighs with each rise and fall worth it for every moan and whine that leaves Killer’s voice.

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[babblingeccentric]

I want to fuck eustass kidd so good I make his eye makeup run

#mine #one piece smut #eustass kidd smut #posting

[bby-deerling]

imagine under his tough guy attitude kidd is actually a big virgin and the reader tops him for their first time together but doesnt let him touch her, he can only watch what she does

arrgh your mind anon >>>>> because he's definitely so bratty about it ugh i need him.....

virgin!eustass kid nsfw headcanons under the cut

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no matter what, he's still going to be a complete brat about it. he's prideful to a fault, and cannot handle not being in control of a situation (or not getting the last word in). brat tame him, but not too hard since it's his first time.

he definitely tries to fake it until it's abundantly clear during foreplay that he has no clue what he's doing. he gets so flustered when you find out he's a virgin and insist on taking the lead. the concept is foreign to him, who constantly takes the world and bends it to his whims, but since he has no experience and would rather die than make a fool of himself, he relents.

"Quit lookin' at me like that. It's not that big of a deal, I'm sure I can figure it out." he grumbles. His goggles discarded, he glares at you behind strands of red hair that unceremoniously hung in his face, hiding his blushed cheeks. "Lemme take care of you, or I'm not doing it at all." you insist, out of want to both tend to his needs, and to take advantage of the rare opportunity of being able to wrap him around your finger, instead of it being the other way around. "Fine. Do what you wanna do, since you're so desperate for it." he huffs, crossing his arms as he leans back on the bed, cock stiff and standing straight up.

he growls and grumbles and complains about not being able to touch you at first, but the sensation of having you wrapped around him is so overwhelming that he quickly gets pussy drunk, and simply lies back and enjoys you riding him.

by the time he finishes, his mind is completely frazzled, but once he's done reeling from the effects of his orgasm, he's already coming up with a laundry list of filthy things to test out on you.

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[sashi-ya]

Hii, ok so this is my first time asking for something so I'm a little nervous, could I ask for a Kid or Killer x F! Reader with the prompt "a buffoon for the king" NSFW and with bondage and begging kink, please and thank u <3

Hiii honey!! Here I am with your request! I'm sorry for taking a lot! But I hope you will enjoy it :3 thank u for requesting! 💖💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 ~ 𝔼𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕕 𝕩 𝔽! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ~ 𝕄𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟

tw: bondage ➡ tied to an X Cross. Usage of "instruments" to masturbate reader. creampie. Dom! Kid. Begging for him. In this AU Shanks is Kid's brother, for some reason people think they might be related so I thought it was fun :P

wc: 3k

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Prince Eustass has always been a different type of royal. His brother, King Shanks, would scold him every time in the kingdom people would speak of him after the big parties he used to throw. And it’s not that King Shanks didn’t, but he kept them a little more private.

Sitting on the throne, next to his brother, Kid Eustass falls asleep. He is not interested in nothing but partying and music -and frankly spend time with his best friend Killer, his personal knight, building random stuff made out of casted iron-.

“Wake up, Kid” Shanks elbows him, is not that Shanks would be personally interested in politics but the powerful five elders in front of them have to discuss very important things regarding the world functioning.

Kid wakes up, yawning and smearing the black eyeliner he likes to wear. “Whaaat, I don’t get anything of this. I don’t care either, whenever you want me to go fight for this nation I will. I’m off” he says, standing up from his throne and totally disrespecting his brother, and of course, their invitees.

He walks past the five elders, looking at them with reddish eyes, up and down. Kid never liked the Gorosei, nor being the future ruler of a nation that is not affiliated, but still has treats with them. Killer wanted to be the king of everything, conquer the whole world, being free for him meant being the most powerful of them all.

Eustass walks away, his heavy boots steps echoing all around the room. A sound that makes the men there, somehow, shiver. And he knows, so a dark smirk draws on his red tinted lips. “Fuckers” he mumbles while getting out of the room, looking how servers pass next to him with trays full of food.

He carelessly snatches some meat on a bone from one of the trails as he laughs off. The servant blinks at his sudden reaction, but he is not surprised. He always does that, and of course, nobody can’t say anything besides the King.

As Kid devours his meat, he spots someone dressed in fancy clothes getting ready to enter after the servants begin to leave the room with empty trays. He comes closer to her and stands up, still eating, in front of her…

“Hah, are you the buffoon?” he asks you, inspecting your funny looking outfit. You widen your eyes, you knew King Shanks had a brother, but never once you had met him in real person. You nod, making the little sleighbells on your hat jingle at unison.

Kid laughs and comes even closer to your face. The red sponge that decorates your nose, touches the tip of his and his bloody hair strands tickles your cheek. “You are cute to be doing this, but, if this is your job… then, you will come with me” he says, snatching your arm in a non-sweet way but not exactly hurting you.

“B- but, Prince Eustass! I hav-“ you complain as he drags you off your workplace towards the castle. “Shh, they don’t need fun. However, I do”.

Soon, you get to one of the rooms you’ve never been inside. “Come on, follow me” he commands, opening the door. Inside everything does not look like it belongs to a castle, but more of an ironworks place. You get yourself amazed to see that thing could be inside of a royal palace and walk inside.

“Welcome to my cave” he utters, proudly showing you the many instruments over wooden tables. You notice mainly rough prototypes of different prosthetics for his missing arm and other things you cannot really identify. They look like maybe little dolls made out of metallic pieces.

You remain in silence, trying to think what the hell this man wants from you by bringing you here, but you are actually pretty interested. If the king is handsome, his little brother too. And by far, even more attractive.

He walks around you, inspecting you, once again. “Mh… I like your make up, that red around your lips in a heart form looks good. But you are missing something to be a good buffoon, you know?” he says.

“Thanks… but, what am I missing?” you ask, unsure. Kid looks back at you as he gets to work. “You need a jester staff to be a good performer” he says, as he picks a long cane from the table. You agree, in fact, you need one. And even if you were thinking it wasn’t strictly necessary, apparently for the prince it was.

Eustass gets rid of his formal attire in just a matter of seconds. He does not care you are there watching, and his white ruffled t-shirt ends up on the floor. A red fluffy coat now covers his naked torso, and you can tell he has more scars than those you thought he had.

Exuding testosterone reverberating on your mind as his muscles moves while work in something you have no idea what it is. It becomes hotter. How comes he has a whole apparatus to melt the iron inside a room?

Soon he begins to sweat, his reddish hair ends up on his face as you now understand the utility of the goggles he always uses to keep it back. Hitting a piece of burning red metal he moulds it. It’s even amazing for you how the prosthetic metallic arm he built himself works wonderfully for him to be doing such precise work, and you are simply amazed.

Amazed, and probably in love. He looks so incredibly manly working, the little drops of sweat tracing paths from his temples into the crook of his neck, must be the best entertainment you could ever had… even if you were supposed to be the one entertaining the royals…

Well, who knows, maybe you will end up entertaining him after all.

“Done, careful it might be yet a little hot but all in all you can touch it” he says, showing you a cane perfectly forged with the skull of a… dinosaur?! This man is an artist!

“Thank you, Prince Eustass… this is amazing!” you tell him, inspecting the tiny details such a little thing has. “I call him Victoria Punk. Though, you know these things have a price, don’t you?” he utters back, proud of himself but with a rather sadistic smirk on his face.

You blink, what can you offer to a man who probably has everything? “But my Prince, what can I give you that you don’t have? I’m a poor servant of your castle…” you plead, because you know he is as weird as cruel, and you frankly begin to fear for your life.

Eustass laughs, soundly, as if you had just said the stupidest thing in your life. “Are you dumb, woman? Fun! You can entertain me! Aren’t you a buffoon?” he says, making sense.

You breath alleviated, so he only wanted for you to do your funny acts then. “Oh, of course Prince Kid” you tell him, already getting started to perform. And just when you begin jumping and making your usual performance he stops you.

“You… you are funny, yes. But, I think I have another idea. After all I had to make you a jester staff might as well help you improve your routine” he says, snatching your arm and pulling you against him. You gasp, eyes wide open, as your whole body gets pressed against his sweaty torso.

He lets go of you, but soon his hand lands on your face. The make up you are wearing that resembles to a clown gets smeared in just a second by his red painted nails. “There, better…” he says, rubbing your lips with his thumb.

You try to hold your breath, or maybe it’s just the natural reaction to the awe and excitement of being so close to him. He smirks, coming further to your face, slowly, testing your reactions. You are free to go back if you wanted, but you don’t move. You don’t want to.

His ruby lips barely grazed yours, his voice that’s usually loud and raspier, now turns more melodic, almost like a sensual whisper. “Would you entertain me, little clown?”

You nod, looking up as he is considerably taller and the tips of your noses touch.

“Good girl, now follow me…”

You walk behind him to a little room connected to what you could say is his working place. The new space looks different but still keeps the same atmosphere. Everything looks like a dungeon and indeed there is a x cross made out of wood and leather waiting in it.

You examinate the cross, well aware that must be something related to tortures… it ain’t no way that’s for other purposes. The shackles that has attached in every corner confirms it.

“Come here” he says, suddenly snatching you by your waist and lifting you up. You squirm, scared of what may happen next. And it is indeed a matter of it, because you are being now tied against the wooden cross.

Wrists tied. Ankles too. The metallic restraints do not hurt, but certainly feel cold around your body. He picks up the cane that fell into the ground as he lifted you up and shoves it into your face. “How come you are throwing my gifts so quickly?” he asks, caressing rather aggressively your cheek with it.

“I didn’t mea-“ you quickly try to excuse yourself; you didn’t throw it on purpose at all.

“Shh… I know, I know. Plus, we are gonna use it after all” he communicates you, passing the cane up and down your chest. Chest that goes up and down, because you are scared, and excited. Afraid and needy.

And the metallic staff goes down in between your legs, pressing against your core. You gasp, feeling the stimulating motions of his apparently expert hand. He notices how you bite your lower lip to supress at least the whiny little grunts he is producing on you, and smirks devilishly.

“See? We are having fun already!” he says, searching for your entrance with the tip of the cane even over your clothes. You whine, this time loudly. “Hah! You like this, don’t you?” he cackles, coming closer to your face, licking your separated lips with the tip of his tongue.

The touching with the cane stops, but now his hand reach for your still covered sex. He touches your clothes, damped in sexual arousal, and bites your lip. “So wet already, how much you like this little clown?” he urges you to speak, even if you were buried in a pit of shame with clenching eyes.

“I- I like it, Prince Eustass” you whine, and his now fingertips have crawled from the elastic of your funny rhomboidal pattern trousers to the inside of your sex. Labia spreading, big hand that have already located your pleasure button and the squirming motions of your body in response.

He keeps laughing, sexily, manly, testosterone filled. No class, just pure lust. Tracing circles and penetrating your entrance with one and then two fingers. Up and down, violently and in beckoning motions he masturbates you. Corners of your eyes with little salty tears, you are about to reach climax.

Oh, but he wanted to have fun. So, you aren’t coming, not just yet.

“Oops, are you coming?” he asks, cruelly and always with a smirk on his face. “Uh yes yes” you moan those words, thinking perhaps he only wants to rejoice in how good he is with the fingers. But you were wrong, he does want you to beg for it… and you will.

He walks back, leaving your thighs trembling and your clothes messed in pure desire for more, clenching and spasming walls that won’t allow you to think straight until you get your so needed release.

“PLEASE!” you whine. “Not yet, little clown!” he laughs, relishing on your total desperate imagery.

His hand quickly rips your clothes apart, letting you with just rags hanging from your arms. Naked, bumpy skin, tied to a cross as if you were being tortured on a medieval device you wait for his next movement.

Kid takes a time to inspect every aspect of your anatomy, and when he seems pleased the cane is back on his hand. “You want to cum? Huh?” he asks you, taking the metallic shaft to your lips. You nod, panting, making him absolutely satisfied with your instant submission.

“Good… then make it real wet with that tongue of yours” he commands, and you comply by sticking your tongue out and licking the cane thoroughly. You know you are not a little victim, and you can play his game too, so as you do you fix your gaze on his. You show him how good you can be with your mouth, streams of saliva forming from the shiny point of the cane, making Kid’s cheeks even get a little reddish.

You take a quick look at his fancy yellow pants discovering no other thing than the hard bulge begging to be freed from the clothes that are imprisoning it. “Heh…” you laugh, muzzled by the irony hilt being now forced into your mouth.

“Is it funny? Huh?” Kid asks, half aroused and half feeling himself disrespected, making you scared as his blazing eyes fix menacing on yours. “Mmh no” you moan, as he uses now the stick covered in your saliva around your nipples, making them harder and erect.

Your eyes roll back, as he not only stimulates your breasts but also violates your mouth with his own. Red lipstick from both smearing all over your faces, his tongue reaching for your wet cave, his body pressed against your spread limbs body. You can even feel his hard bulge pressed to your lower belly, he is trying to search for a little release while he fights to keep composure and act like a real sadist dom.

And just when you thought he was going to plainly fuck you there, as his desires were making him succumb to you, you were wrong… his will is made of steel, his will and his passion for making women beg for his dick…

“Let me see how good you take my creation inside your cunt” he tells you, tracing a path with the cane towards your sex. Is he planning on using it to fuck you? Indeed, he is.

Cold, hard, and wide the tip opens its path inside your walls, making you tremble and hit your wrists and ankles against the shackles that keep you attached to the cross. You feel the need to close your legs, but you can, and instead you receive his now masturbating device inside you plainly spread.

Up and down, he goes, enjoying the way your fluids drip every time he decides to stick it out completely to penetrate you back again. You moan, and even scream, so ready to come once again, so sure this time he will allow you.

And just when your walls get ready for the final blow, he once again stops it. You feel frustrated, needy, so desperate. “PLEASE NO…” you beg.

“What do you want? Hmm?” he asks, licking the staff with delightful expression. “Tell me, what do you want? By the way, you taste delicious”.

“I wanna cum, prince Eustass, please”

“Beg for it, little whore”

You get even more desperate, as his pants now end up on the floor and his hard shaft flashes before your teary eyes. Huge, large, dripping too, twitching, also so ready to drill holes into anyone.

“I want to cum! I want you to make me cum… please” you whine, with trembling lips. “I want that dick inside of me!” you beg, louder.

He smirks, apparently you have convinced the prince to fuck you. “You wanna milk my dick, little whore? Hmm? Show me how desperate you are for it”. “Please, please… please fuck me, my Prince. I want to feel your hard cock inside of me…” you whimper, with the same look you have given him while licking the cane.

Kid feels pleased with your begging words and walks behind the cross where you are hanging, quickly and surprisingly the wooden x contraption falls back, and you are now as if you were resting over a lifted bed.

“Now, I can fuck you properly” he grunts, coming into your legs, guiding his sex into yours. Once he pierces you, so deeply as if you were bottomless, his hips begin the thrusting torture in and out of you.

Red nails carved on your waist, his expression almost like a beast as he fucks you mercilessly. “Cum now bitch, cum as many times as you want”.

Kid sometimes beds over your body, crushing weight making it hard to breath. Him biting your nipples and never stopping the hammering motions of his hips. Bites there, bites everywhere. Red lipstick stains there and there. Your body reaching orgasm for who knows how many times, on the verge of passing out from overstimulation.

You feel your wrists and ankles sore, but you don’t care, you only care about this huge man breaking you in half ruthlessly and unmerciful of your state. And he wants to fill you up, and he does. “Let me finish this, I’ve stretched your cunt just enough to be able to fill you up with my cum”

Grunts after, and his teeth carving marks on your lips, making you inhale his own manly moans as his orgasmic release floods your womb.

When he is done, and the last drop is into you he sticks his dick out. Kid makes the cross return to vertical position again, with your body feeling like goo, and the dripping cum tracing paths from your entrance, through your inner thighs to the floor.

You thought, you simply thought he was going to release you from there, but he doesn’t and instead he walks away with his pants barely up…

“Good girl, stay here a little longer. I will come back to keep fucking you”

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[matchadobo]

KIDD; birthday present

wc: 1567

summary: name asks kidd what he wants for his birthday and she would grant anything, kidd says he wants to use a remote controlled v1brator with name.

warning/s: fem reader, overstimulation, VERY NSFW 🔞 i was sweating while writing this 🥰, s3x toys (v1brator only), partial voyeurism, kidd being rough 👀

"you're lucky it's your fucking birthday, you bastard...!" you cursed under your breath, hot under his touch. kidd had you sit between his legs where your entire frame was engulfed by his gargantuan size. his human arm never left the span of your thighs, fingers tracing the edge of your legs where your inner thighs meet. his metal arm played with your hair, each contact of the steel spreading goosebumps across your skin. you were too sensitive yet this bastard took his time playing with you.

you once asked kidd what he wants for his birthday and you'd grant him anything. and the smartass thought outside of the box and wished to play with you with a remote controlled vibrator. when you first heard it, you felt mishearing that last part once more, the one involving his wish. you took a moment to process whatever bullshit he wished for you to do. and as a loving girlfriend, who asked what he wanted for his birthday, and promised to grant it—you are now squirming under him, rubbing your thighs together to ease the pleasure, throwing your head back by the crook of his neck to feel any sort of friction with him as you looked up at him with utter desperation; your eyes lewdly saying 'please', inching his thick fingers closer to your clit but he just snatches his hand away as he clicks his tongue; mumbling 'not yet, princess' while he enjoys himself with you.

he nibbles at your ear, inhaling your lust. he languidly drags his tongue down the column of your neck, placing a gentle kiss near your jaw. "so good, you sound so good, name." he sang, golden eyes glowing with pure arousal and delight from your needy state. he rolls the lever of the remote a notch higher than 5. he bit his lip, watching you shut your eyes tight as you hang your head low to hide your face. you pushed yourself further into your lover's torso, feeling up the hardness of his length from your rear. "why are you looking down, baby? if you don't act normal and start acting all vulnerable for me, the crew might witness the slut that you are when i bend you down by the table and fuck you so hard you'll see the goddamn universe." he growled against your ear, his breath raising the hairs on your skin. he sounded gibberish to be honest, you were too lost at the ecstatic pleasure on your cunt. your fucking panties are soaked it's embarrassing! but he likes it like that, all dirty and fucked up for him.

"d-doing this a-at the deck wasn't p-part of your w-wish- aah fuck...!" you fisted kidd's pants, clawing at his scarred arms. you cursed at him, your nails digging by his pale skin. the marks your fingernails left was like a badge of honor for him.

"i didn't specify anythin', did i? plus, ain't it funner this way?"

"i-it's only fun f-for you, i-i'm at my limit." you grunted, grabbing a glass of water cuz you feel like fainting.

"hm? didn't i hear your pleads for more earlier? the drools on your mouth's sayin' otherwise, shortcake." he taunted, playing with your hair. "don't back down on your word now, aye?"

you glared at him deeply, you feel your eyes dig on your sockets. he raised the notch higher once more and you choked out a moan that got heads turning. kidd only snickered, looking at you endearingly as you covered your flushed face once more.

"i s-swear i'll g-get back at y-you for this...!" you pledged, composing yourself as you fixed your position at your seat.

"why, bunny? what'll you do? take control?" he cocked a brow, humor coating his tone. despite his taunts, he left kisses on the surface of your skin as he embraced you tighter.

"o-oh i got f-fucking plans, eustass." you growled through gritted teeth, trying to regulate your breathing. you're starting to sweat as you shifted friskily in your seat at the increasing amount of pressure on your core, strands of hair started to stick on your face. amidst your threat, kidd found it in him to smile and hook the hairs stuck on your forehead back to your ear. he held your heated cheeks by his callous hands.

"that's cute, i look forward to it." he once again littered your face with kisses, the pigment from his lips spreading on your face uncontrollably. "since you're so feisty, why don't we see where that getcha?"

once again, he raised the level once more, the vibration sounded a lot more prominent now and you were starting to lose distinction between dream and reality. you let out a low moan, eyes piercing through his globes. begging him continually to give it to you, to fuck you.

as it reaches 10, you can feel your insides shaking uncontrollably. you had to grab the edge of the table for support as you heaved out breaths of filthy grunts. you slurred your words, you're not even sure what you're saying yourself. all you wanted was for him to finally give it to you.

he held your chin between his index and his thumb, holding your attention deeply. "darling, i won't be able to give you what you want if you slur your words like that."

"p-please f-fuck me a-already, p-please love." you reached over to touch his face, planting your lips to his grinning ones. "i-if you have to do it r-right now, i-in front of e-everyone, p-please just h-have your w-way with me." you said trying to get a hold of yourself.

his eyes darkened before nodding, kissing the edge of your face. "got it."

he draws his hands closer to your sopping cunt, sliding his hands down your skirt into your soaked panties. he slithered his fingers from the side into the crevice of your core, rubbing it from your clit as he kissed your open mouth. slutty moans escaped your lips at the contact, vibrating through his mouth.

"such a shameless little whore you are." he slid one finger in, letting your body go limp as you completely rest your weight to him, head weakly lying on his shoulders as he hooked his finger inside your folds, curling inside as his nails tickled your sensitive spots. "be a good girl for me and take it, aye?"

he slid in one more finger, relishing on how you contort your face into pleasure. he started moving his fingers in an unholy pace, you pressed your lips together to stifle your moans, drumming your feet by the wooden deck. the combined stimulation of his fingers and the vibrator has left you dumb and drunk.

"p-people are l-looking," you whispered under your breath, but you didn't want him to stop, you want him to stimulate you more. the more shameful it became, the more you approached your climax.

"aye. show them how good i make you feel, bunny." he bit on the lobes of your ear, sliding in the third finger. your squelching became more audible. "isn't it crazy how dumb you're becoming with just my fingers? what a good little slut you are, i might really bend you by the fucking table now."

it sounded horrifying to think that the crew will witness how filthy you two are, especially when kidd dicks you down by this very table everybody was drinking on. but your cunt and mouth had betrayed you as you give one more nudge of approval for his actions, begging a slutty little 'please' after his suggestion.

so your face was now slammed down the wooden table, the drinks that held it shook upward at your impact. the crew had their heads turned at the noise and saw you with your ass up for your captain as kidd started unbuckling his belt. some had mumbled 'oh god' as a wince made its way to their faces as they dashed away from the scene, while some was too stunned and had witness the first seconds of your filth.

kidd raised the frills of your skirt and moved your panties to the side, he gave his length a few pumps as he savored the flushness of your cunt as it dripped wet. he gave a look around the deck, a few rookies were too stunned to speak, the crates they were carrying dropped as food spilled on the floor. kidd didn't hesitate to fuck himself into you while some crew members' eyes were glued into the both of you. your moans emanating sinfully across the deck.

"it's my birthday but y'all are enjoying yourself too, huh?" he smirked, pushing your body further down so he can get deeper. "fuck outta here rookies. don't look at my woman." he growled, magneting some heaps of metal to cover up the both of you and have a makeshift room to yourselves.

"i-i'm surprised you're not into voyeur?" you grunted, looking back. his length mercilessly drilling your cunt open, girthy and throbbing inside you. he leaned closer, grabbing a hold of your neck and pulling your body to an upright position where he fucked you while you stood up.

"can't have 'em having thoughts about you like that," he replied, pace speeding up. "i'll use you up like the fucking slut you are the way i want to, aye? ain't that your plead, princess?"

first time writing voyeur?? HANDBSBSBSBBS this is the modt sinful thing i wrote ever 🤣 kidd's making me do things. i rushed this while in school!! 😩

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[honeyshiddendesire]

Can't Stop

Pairing: Eustass Kidd x Female Reader

Warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS BEGONE!!! 18+! Vaginal penetration, dirty talk, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names (baby, babe), Kidd being pussy drunkkkkkk

Summary: Porn without Plot it's just Kidd being drunk off that coochie lol

*One of the old stories I posted on my deleted Tumblr but thankfully I wrote it on my Google docs so it's back again !😍*

*banner*

Wet slaps, creaks and moans filled the room making your head swim. It was intoxicating the way he pressed into your pussy roughly. Pushing your legs back to your chest to get as deep into your cunt as possible.

“Some good pussy.” He murmured as his eyes locked to where you both were connected.

“Just like that! Kidd baby please~!” You moaned out.

Squish. Slap.

“Fuck babe! Listen to how loud your cunt is!” Kidd’s moan was raspy and drawn out, making you shiver. Body warming up to the praise he was giving you.

“F-feels so good~” You stare up at him as he owns your body in his large hands.

“Made for me, you know that right?” Kidd whispered when he looked at your eyes deeply, still a scowl on his face. Your pussy fluttering at the passionate attention he was giving you. His soft words never matching the harsh expression he always wore.

“Yes! All yours Eustass~” Moaning his name had the man’s eyes roll back and fuck into your spongy cunt faster. His abs flexing and rippling with every powerful thrust he delivered to your sopping wet pussy.

Moving his hands up higher until he was pushing your ankles back. “Eustass~!” You whined at the deeper angle and new stretch he was putting you in but the cocky bastard only smirked.

“Fuck yeah baby I know you can take it for me.”

You couldn’t hold back the screams from his powerfully deep thrusts. Your stomach feels so full from how he punched your insides.

“Ugh! YES~!” You screamed out throwing your head back from the pleasure.

“Yeah you like that don’t chu?” Kidd grunted as he pulled back just the tip before slamming down making you scream out.

“AH!! FUCK!” Tears sprung to your eyes that now rolled back, your hands falling above your head as you turned to mush. He was fucking you silly, your mouth unable to swallow your saliva as you started to drool.

“Holy shit Y/N! Do you even know how fucking good you look!? Dammit!” Every curse being hit with a harsh thrust that pushed you further into you a cock drunk madness.

“Yesyesyes! Fuck Kidd! Please give it to me! YES!” Your screams had the man’s body heat up and balls twitch, unprepared for just how hot you’d be. “Shit! Your cock is so fucking big~!” You hiss out the words but it only turns to a moan as he keeps beating up your pussy.

“Like taking my big cock though, huh baby?” He asked you, making you nod quickly with a whine. “Fuck yes! I love it so much~! Please use me for your big cock! Please Eustass~!”

“Damn right you love this big cock stuffing that pretty pussy of yours baby. Shit~ you feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick like this Y/N!” He moaned out in between thrusts, his grip on your ankles growing tighter.

Your gooey wall’s squeezed his girth tightly, squishing sounds making goosebumps form on his creamy skin. “Fuckfuckfuck!” He growled out, his cock thrusting on each curse in frustration. “Can’t last long with how fucking wet you are. Dammit!” He was practically whining at himself at this point since you were in euphoria.

“So! Big!” You sob out between his pounding, eyes not able to focus on the man above you anymore. Your dazed out look left him moaning deeply, fucking your poor cunt faster to chase his high.

“You take this big cock so fucking good! You have no idea.” Grunting as his eyes rolled back. “Shit! I gotta cum. FUCK!”

“Take my fucking cum got it?” Kidd asked when he leaned down placing his elbows on the side of your face caging you in. Your ankles by his ears which he turned his head to nip at. “Gonna make you my lil cum dump. Get this pussy all filled till you’re dripping for weeks.”

“Yes I need your cum so bad. Please Eustass give it to me~” Your cry doesn’t go missed by the red head as he rolls his hips smoothly into your spongy walls. Kissing along your neck till he was sucking under your ears.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans deeply against your neck before biting down a bit. Hips snapping in a frenzied pace as he fucks the endless ropes of cum into your leaking cunt.

Your walls tighten as the cord snaps, making you gasp as you claw at his back. Body and tits being rocked by the force of the large man using you roughly. Your pussy screaming with pleasure, your orgasm smacking you right along with him.

You came too many times to keep track.

“Eustass~!” You cried out with tears that he licked away as he fucked you shakily. Body buzzing with overstimulation that still couldn’t stop him. Huffing and whining as he fucked his throbbing cock into your stuffed cunt.

“Oh fuckkk~” Eustass couldn’t hold back the whine deep in his throat as he felt the tug of your walls when he dragged his cock back. You were folded into the mattress, his body pushing you deeper into the blankets.

“I can’t stop. Fuck~ Can’t. Stop~” His voice was so deep and drawn out that it made your pussy flutter.

Kidd was slobbering as he sucked on your neck, leaving bits and kisses all over. Loving how your skin sparkles with his spit covering you, his lipstick staining a trail of his passion.

“Don’t!” You start to scream, “Please don’t stop!”

“Fuck~ your pussy’s all mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” Kidd’s voice was a gravelly growl as he thrust harder making you cry out louder, voice getting hoarse. Lips kissing up your neck to your jaw until he reached your lips that he nipped gently.

“No one else can have this pussy. Got that?” Kidd asked against your lips before licking into your mouth to kiss you deeply. Your hands tangled in his hair roughly pulling him in closer.

“Mm~.”” You moan into each other's mouths, Kidd sucking on your tongue as it shoves its way into his mouth. His hips snapped sharply into your sensitive cunt as you both tongue kissed.

It was all too much for you to handle, his cock bullying your pussy and his deep kisses pushing you over the edge. Thick balls slapping into your ass making you shiver and pussy clench at the thought of filling you full again.

Pulling back slightly you mumbled into his mouth, “C-cum~ gonna cum.” You barely choke out between moans.

“Fuck ~ me too.” Kidd groans out before smashing his lips into yours making you whine as you hold him tighter.

Your pussy quivering as it wet his cock, both of you cumming together in a shaking mess. Tingling from overstimulation to the point of stars in both of your vision but neither caring.

When Kidd finally had his fill of fucking his cum into your pretty cunt he flipped you both over. Sighing when he landed on his back, throwing an arm behind his head.

“Yeah…No way I’m letting anyone else get a hold of you.” Kidd grumbled as he pulled you into his chest, his arm wrapped around you tightly.

“I can say the same about you, Captain.” You chuckle but it turns to a yelp when he pulls you in a soft chokehold almost.

“Hey I don’t have enough energy for a round three so leave the whole ‘Captain’ outta your mouth for now.” Kidd barked out against your ear making you giggle, “Okay okay~Eustass!”

“UGH! Just stop talking! Everything you say makes my dick twitch!” Kidd had to keep your mouth shut the whole night or he would’ve never gotten any sleep.

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[badgerbl00d]

what makes one piece boys consider fatherhood pt. 2

☆ characters: zoro, kidd

☆ up next: one piece boys rescuing you pt. 2

☆ summary: things you do around these characters that make them think of starting families with you...

☆ a/n: highly anticipated part 2 yay! i absolutely love this prompt and tried to explore the emotional nuances a bit more this time. feel free to suggest characters for pt 3!

☆ part 1!

zoro:

It was irritating enough to Zoro to have run into another crew at all on your way to the next island but that irritation was amplified at the sight of the pink haired jolly roger. 

Luffy was jumping for joy when you passed by Jewelry Bonney’s ship, still not having grasped that she was a rival before she was a friend. And to make matters even worse, the crew caught her at a bad time because the moment Luffy had decided to step aboard her ship to say hello (against everyone’s suggestion not to) he was, almost immediately, turned into a two year old. 

Robin managed to get Luffy back on board without anyone else getting their age rewound while everyone hauled ass to help Nami get as far away as possible from Bonney’s crew. 

An entire day had passed before the Sunny found an island to make a stop at. Jimbe had called ahead and gathered some intel on Bonney’s whereabouts and how to get Luffy fixed, but until then Luffy was stuck in his current state. The crew made the best of the unexpected stop and decided to restock on everything while there.You and Zoro opted to stay behind and watch Luffy for the time being. He had taken a liking to you, fussing if anyone else held him and Zoro said that he refused to leave his captain any more defenseless than he already was. 

He was also finding it difficult to take his eyes off of you while you held and attended to Luffy. He’d thought about it before- having a baby with you. For a while it had even begun to occupy his thoughts as much as his dreams of swords and status did. He’d go to sleep next to you thinking of how he’d take care of you. Not that you weren’t already drowning in his attention and affection but he’d triple it. In the mornings he’d watch you sleeping thinking of how to pose the idea to you. But you had always been the more grounded out of the two of you. He thinks that that’s why he was so in love with you from the moment he’d seen you. You were always so certain and ten steps ahead of everyone around you. He loved it- how you always knew what the best course of action was. But he knew that you’d be sure to shut down the idea if he brought it up. He understood the risk, the danger. So he’d kept it to himself. How could he have known that you felt the same? 

And then, of course, he was brutally reminded of how terrible an idea it really was. That night, a few months ago, when the crew was woken up by the smell of gunpowder and the sound of cannons tearing through the Sunny’s wooden hull. He remembers that initial look of terror on your face and how it made his heart break. That night, as he took deep breaths between every cut his swords made against a marine’s neck, he reminded himself that having a baby with you was a dream he had to let go of. 

Yet here he was. Looking down from the crow’s nest at how you held Luffy against your chest and swayed back and forth trying to get him to sleep. He set down the weights he was using and sighed. 

No, no, no, not this. Not now! 

Despite his better judgment he made his way down the crow’s nest to see you. 

Zoro’s chest ached. He stood and watched you guide Luffy’s little hand to wave at him, his little fingers balling up as he yawns and falls back against your chest. 

The swordsman’s breath hitches as he’s overwhelmed by the memory of when he was first taught to hold a sword. How his small hands couldn’t fit around the handle and so he fashioned one out of wood and twine. 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he called out to you, walking down onto the island. You nodded, bouncing Luffy on your lap who was suddenly seized by a fit of laughter that trailed over the railing and down to where Zoro was, bringing a smile to his face. 

He grabbed several sticks and one big branch, tucking the items under his arm. 

Zoro took deep breaths, trying desperately to think about anything other than you with a round belly and weak ankles, stumbling around, leaning against him for support. 

His chest swelled with pride at the thought of you, so perfect and brave and strong and his, carrying his baby. No one would make it within ten feet of you without having a katana pointed at their throat. He’d dote on you even more than he did now, massaging you and holding you and grabbing you whenever you were close enough for him to get his eager hands on you. 

Possessiveness creeped up into his chest and settled there as he ruminated on the thought. 

He thought about what great aunts Nami and Robin would make, taking care of you in the feminine ways he couldn’t and offering you advice and support. 

How even Sanji would be a good influence on the kid. 

His footsteps slowed as his mind wandered further into this new fantasy, the makings for a mock-sword forgotten. 

Raising a baby on the Thousand Sunny, chariot of the future Pirate King, he could see it so clearly.

He’d spent his entire life following just one dream. No feeling was more familiar to him than that of the rough handles of his katanas, wrapped with ray skin. Or the sound and smell of metal cutting through skin, the wet slick sound of tearing flesh accompanying the broad strokes of his arms. But slowly you were replacing these sensory anchors that Zoro had come to know so well in his twenty one years of life. The calluses on his strong hands used to be indicative of his dedication to training and his tireless efforts toward his goal, but now? Now they were rough patches of sandpaper skin that were as good at rubbing your back and playing with your hair as they were at using swords. The feeling of defeating enemies wasn’t just an enjoyment of his victory, it was pride in the reminder to himself that no one was more capable of protecting you. 

And watching you hold a baby? Thinking of the possibility of you one day holding his baby? It was too much for him to bear. 

He recollected himself, not realizing that he had broken a sweat and made his way back on board the Sunny leaving behind a pile of sticks and twine. 

Zoro was greeted by the heart stopping sight of you holding a sleeping Luffy as you sat on the grass, leaning against the central mast of the Sunny. 

You were so beautiful. 

He made his way over to you, sitting down next to you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head which was warm from the sun. 

“When’s the last time he was this quiet, hm?”

He smiled, “Probably when he was actually two years old.”

“He’s so cute,” you murmured, “Look how tiny his hands are.”

Zoro bit his cheek, fighting every urge in his body to get on his knees and beg you for a baby right then and there. 

You turned to look at him, Luffy’s small hand wrapped around your finger, his mouth open and his cheeks squished against your chest. Your eyes were big and your lips pouted. 

Zoro’s heart swelled. 

He knew exactly what you were about to ask him. 

“Do you ever think about… If we were to-”

“Yes,” he said, failing to conceal the eagerness that had built up within him, “A lot.”

He grabbed onto your shoulders with that gentle yet unwavering strength you had grown so used to, a touch that you readily leaned into.

It was silent, you looked up at him with a kind of adoration that he could only hope was being reciprocated in the way he looked down at you. He closed his eyes, inhaling your scent- your perfume, your shampoo, the sweat from the heat, everything- and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. He hugged you into him, Luffy squished in between the two of you but still perfectly sound asleep. 

“Zoro.” 

You weren’t sure what response you’d been expecting but this sudden warmth and eagerness was a surprise. It had ignited a small fire in your belly that was getting hotter by the second. 

He took another deep breath before finally taking a step back. 

“We can’t,” he sighed, “It’s too dangerous and right now there’s too much other stuff, I’ve thought about it and- 

It just won’t work. We’re pirates.” 

You gave him a sad smile. 

That was the same conclusion you’d reached when you first started considering the possibility months ago. Luffy stirred against your chest, he was getting antsy. 

You could hear the rest of the crew making their way back. You leaned into Zoro, hugging Luffy a little closer to your chest, savoring these final few moments that showed you a horribly tempting glimpse into what could have been. 

Zoro wrapped his arms tighter around you, hands sinking into your hips as he pressed a rush of kisses to your forehead. 

“Get a room!” Usopp yelled from across the boat. He was helping Sanji up who was juggling crates of groceries and had a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips. 

“How’s the baby?” Nami giggled, reaching for Luffy. You happily handed him over (baby fever could only do so much to stave off the fatigue of caring for Luffy). 

“He’s good.. Still a baby. Any leads on Bonney?”

Robin nodded, “She’s stopping for a few days at the next island over. So we have a few more days of baby Luffy.” She didn’t sound upset about it at all. 

Zoro’s hand fell from your hip and you turned to look at him but he was walking away. He had that characteristic drag in his step that let you know he was upset. 

You sighed and shot Nami and Robin a look that said, Let me go take care of the other baby on board.

You followed as closely as you could but he was walking unusually fast. He walked into your room and threw himself down onto your bed. 

You leaned against the doorway, laughing at his childishness. 

“C’mere,” he said, sitting up. He leaned his weight back, propping himself up on his elbows, spreading his legs slightly. His white t-shirt was worn out and slightly transparent, the outline of his muscles visible thanks to the dimming sunlight that poured in through your window. 

You followed instructions and approached him, standing between his legs. 

“What is it, Zo?”

“Sit down.” 

You couldn’t quite identify the emotion in his voice. 

Rolling your eyes and letting out a frustrated puff of air you sat down on his thigh, gasping as he grabbed your waist and pulled you fully onto his lap, your thighs straddling his hips. 

“Zoro.”

A devilish smile graced his features and his lips curved upward into a smile that made your stomach churn. 

“What?” 

You tried ignoring the obvious arousal between his legs, but it was hard to ignore the feeling of him pressing against you.

“I thought you were upset,” you said, starting to push yourself off of him. 

“I am.”

He moved his hands down to your hips and held you firmly in place, the tips of his fingers digging into the softness of your hips. 

You bit your lip. This was a battle you were going to lose.

“Zoro- seriously, you did that shit on purpose. Making me think you were pissed.”

“I am.”

“I can tell,” you said, rolling your eyes. You pushed your hips down into him, grinding just enough to tease him. 

“I’m pissed I can’t give you everything you want, doll.”

You frowned, and leaned forward lying your chest against his. You rested your head against his shoulder, kissing his cheek.

“You’re everything I want.”

He huffed, wrapping his arms around you. 

“I can’t give you a baby now,” he said, squeezing you tighter, “But once we reach our goals I’ll give you everything you could ever ask for.”

“It would still be dangerous,” you observed. 

He laughed, “Who’s gonna tell the King of Hell that he can’t have what he wants?”

“Me.”

He sat up, and pinched your cheeks, “Nope. Not even you. Y’know I’m starting to think I want a baby more than you do!”

You laughed and kissed him, slipping your tongue between his lips. You could feel him smiling against you. Zoro’s hands slid down your back and settled onto your ass. 

“You definitely don’t.”

He slipped a finger in the waistband of your panties and his other hand under your shirt, which he began to pull off.

“Then let me prove it to you.”

kidd:

It had been bothering Kidd for weeks. 

Ever since he took you out to that damn restaurant and the baby sitting behind you had caught your attention. You had a way with toddlers and young kids, they seemed to naturally gravitate toward you– much to his irritation. 

That baby had grabbed a small fistful of your hair from over the booth. You’d let out a small cry of surprise and turned around to face your tiny assailant, whose mother was now trying to contain her. 

He felt his heartbeat speed up as you turned around with a smile on your face and started talking to the baby.

“Hi!” you’d said, your voice going up several octaves. 

“What’s her name?” you’d asked. 

You’d played with the baby the entire time she was there, letting her hold your hand and making her laugh. 

Some unknown warmth spread across his chest as he watched you play with the baby and an unfamiliar scene began to play out in his imagination. 

The thought of late nights spent comforting you and trying to get you to rest, asking Killer to make the most disgusting food combinations at your request, rocking a little version of you to sleep, watching your boobs get bigger…. A slight smirk made its way onto his face as he let his mind wander. 

He’d never been fond of children, even when he was younger. He didn’t get along with kids his age and had always preferred keeping to himself. Besides, kids were irritating. Snot-nosed brats who didn’t listen and never took anything seriously. 

Yet looking at you smile at this baby, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he felt- 

No, he thought to himself, Stop it. This is insane.

He turned his attention back to his untouched plate of food, feeling thoroughly unsettled. Lately he’d been more constantly reminded of how you’d changed him since he met you- how even the smallest bits of your presence had begun to shape some of the more steeled over parts of his personality into tender spots that he had never recognized within himself. You were making quite a man out of him. 

The nervousness inside him had quieted after the baby left and he got your full attention back on him for the remainder of dinner. 

But the thought still lingered in the back of his mind as he helped you up out of your seat and walked you back to the Victoria Punk.

“Eustass,” you’d said, “Have you ever thought about.. Y’know, if we-”

“No.” 

You frowned and smacked his arm, “Let me finish.”

“You’re gonna ask me for a baby.”

Your cheeks turned red, “No! I’m just asking if you’ve ever thought about it. We’d have a cute baby!”

He rolled his eyes, ignoring the pleasure that filled him at the thought.

“Kids are annoying and they complain about everything.”

“So they’re basically exactly like you.”

His brows furrowed and a frown settled on his lips as he snatched his hand from yours.

You laughed at how quickly he proved your point, and the sound brought a small smile back to Kidd’s face. 

“See! You don’t hate the idea!”

“No, sweetheart, I just don’t hate you. And if it makes you happy, well then…”

You hummed, satisfied with that answer for now and laced your fingers back into his, leaning your head against his arm as he walked you back to the ship. 

He’d been letting the feeling sit for several weeks now. He wasn’t sure how to approach it, you were always better at this stuff anyway. It made him uncomfortable, this unknown yearning for something that he could have so easily. Something that was sitting in the palm of his hand but that he still couldn’t grab. 

A gentle knock on the door slightly stirred him as he murmured a ‘Come in’. 

You walked in and stopped behind the chair he was slumped over in and started to gently massage his shoulders.

His workshop was a mess, papers full of scribbles and sketches were littered across the metal furniture in the room. 

The space looked like something out of a gothic horror novel, a steampunk recreation of Dr. Frankenstein’s lab. 

You swiped a finger against a bookshelf as you made your way to Kidd, a dinner plate in your free hand. 

“What have you been doing all day? You missed dinner.”

You showed him your finger, covered in dust, “You need to clean in here. How do you get anything done?”

He groaned, taking the plate from you, beckoning for you to sit on his lap. 

He pushed the clutter on his desk to the side making room for his plate. Metal shavings, mechanical tools, a few vials of… unknown neon green material, dried out pens and dull pencils all fell to the floor in a messy heap. 

You happily indulged his request, pressing a kiss to his cheek and pushing his hair behind his ears as you sat down. 

“Killer’s getting worried y’know. He’s close to coming to talk to you about whatever’s going on.”

He groaned again, louder this time and shoved a heaping pile of food into his mouth. 

“Ugh, Kidd, stop whining. You’re being an absolute child. What’s wrong?”

He sat up, swallowing the food in his mouth- he knew how much you hated when he talked with food in his mouth. You looked down at him, badly hiding how amusing you thought it was to see him like this. 

His cheeks were bright red and he clearly was struggling to find the right words to use.

“Take your time.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, “Remember that baby from a few weeks ago?”

You responded with a look of confusion.

“The little brat at the restaurant that grabbed your hair. Ya thought it was cute.”

“Oh, yes! She was cute. Adorable, even.”

“Well, I’ve been… thinking about what ya said after. About us… having…”

“A baby.”

“Yes. A baby,” he repeated. His words were coming out slower than usual, like he was savoring each and every syllable.

“And…?” 

He stood up, pushing you onto the chair and stormed off to the other side of the room.

You threw your hands up in defeat, and reached for the piece of bread on his plate. You ate, leaning in his red leather chair and watched the minute hand of the ornate brass clock in the corner. 

Six minutes had passed and you were reaching for the other slice of bread on his plate when he spoke.

“Do you want a baby?”

You were silent. This definitely wasn’t what you’d been expecting when you walked in with his dinner. Kidd’s questions were usually more focused on whether it would be ok to use his crewmates as test subjects for his inventions. And you were very used to answering ‘No.’

You sat up in the chair, turning the thought over in your head. Kidd was standing with an unusual amount of anxiety in his stance. His hands were clenched into uneasy fists at his side and he seemed to be ill. 

“Like- right now?”

He shrugged, “Just in general.”

“Where is this coming from? I’d only brought it up the other day ‘cause-”

“Just answer the question.”

You took a deep breath, and looked back up at him uneasily, “Yes.”

He visibly tensed up and stood mouth slightly open, before turning suddenly and storming out of the room. 

“Kidd!”

He walked from his workshop into one of the common rooms on the ship and you secretly thanked whatever powers-that-be that no one else was in it. You were definitely in for some kind of uncomfortable conversation. 

Kidd turned and took a deep breath when he noticed you in the room with him. 

“Can we talk about it?”

He marched back toward the door. You picked up a book and threw it at his back.

It landed with a thump on the floor. Your patience had worn out.

“Why won’t you fucking talk to me?!”

“Because I’m scared- damn it!” he turned, throwing his hands flying up in frustration, “I don’t know what the hell to say to you or- or what to tell you about any of this. I’d be a terrible father and what we’re doing right now is too dangerous for a little brat to be around. And… what if you got hurt or there were complications or you realized that I wasn’t the person you wanted all that with-”

His voice broke and he turned away from you, holding you from him at an arm’s length. 

You ducked past his arm and slipped under him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses against it. 

“Eus’ look at me,” you whispered.

He obeyed and looked down at you, though he was clearly unhappy about being seen crying by you. 

“I don’t mean right now.”

His shoulders relaxed a bit. His eyeliner was smudged and his eyes glassy.

“Still,” he said, “What if one of us doesn’t make it long enough to get to a point where we can?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Neither of you had signed up for piracy expecting parenthood to be a point of conflict. 

“Eustass, I had no idea that you’d been thinking about all of this. Why didn’t you say anything?”

He averted his gaze and a pout formed on his face, “S’hard.”

You pulled him down by his neck a little further and kissed his forehead.

“You’ll be a great dad,” you said between kisses, “In a few years.”

He let out a laugh- music to your ears. 

“I’m serious. You’re passionate and you could teach it all about… whatever the hell it is you do in your workshop. And-”

“I know,” he said, “I just can’t let myself fuck something like that up.”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair, “How could you?” 

He sighed, picking you up and taking you with him onto one of the chairs in the room. 

“I dunno,” he muttered, “You’re just so naturally good at that stuff and it’s no surprise to anyone that I’m not.”

You pressed your lips to his, deepening the kiss when his hold on your waist tightened. 

He grounded himself against your touch. It was a gentle, warm reminder that those concealed worries he had about himself were easily dissolved when he was around you. 

“Captain,” you said, finally pulling away from the kiss, knowing he loved it when you used his official title, “What you need to be naturally good at right now is leading this freakshow on a dangerous, unrelenting ocean. And you’re doing quite well.”

He laughed at the nickname you had for the crew, one you came up with several years ago during that agonizing month in which Kidd had been desperately trying to convince you to join him. 

He kissed you again, his hand tangling itself into a fistful of hair he gently grabbed at the base of your neck. He gently pulled back and began placing hot, open-mouthed kisses against it. 

You smiled, “I see. This was your goal in luring me to this room.”

You could feel your Captain smiling against your neck, gently nipping at it with his teeth. 

“Maybe,” he said, sliding his hands under your shirt and pulling it over your head. 

You grinded your hips into his, savoring the feeling of how hard he was- proof of the effect your words had on him. 

“Captain?”

His hands had made their way to the clasp of your bra, snapping it off in one fluid motion. 

You moved your shoulders so that the straps fell off of them and slid the bra off of your chest, letting it rest on his lap. 

“Yes, my love?”

You could tell that he was struggling to contain his eagerness to have you. His breath both quickened and deepend, and his prior uncertainty had been replaced with that all too familiar animalism that informed you of what was going on inside that disorganized mess of a brain he had. 

“Since it will be a while before we have a baby,” you said, leaning into him and starting to slide off your shorts, “Don’t you think we should get in some practice?”

The blood in Kidd’s body split in two, half of it rushing upward and the other half down. He grabbed you and not-so-gently laid you down onto the table in front of the chair you’d been occupying. He slid his pants down with one hand while he kissed you, his chest pressing against yours. 

“Sweetheart,” he said, salivating at the sight of you, “Fuck everything I said. You’re getting a baby tonight.”

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Hello! May I get some strawberries and possibly some mango with a mai tai (Kidd) and songs 3,4 and 16 from the playlist please! Thank you so much!

hihi  ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ i love writing for kidd, he’s so ridiculous all day every day. ty for requesting & i hope you have fun reading 💛💕

1k words (it wasn’t my fault), gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it’s there somewhere) & smut; feat. kidd & reader in denial bc that’s how i live my life, a lil fwb except is that all there is~, alcohol, kidd being dumb & that’s how reader likes him (tbh me too), rough sex (does kidd even know the definition of gentle? no?), kitchen sex, choking, a lil bit of a hand job, idk no real warnings except eustass kidd deserves his own warning bc *motions to him* have u seen that man in action (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes no u didn't 💕)

it’s not goodbye, you remind yourself for the fourth time that night, throat suddenly dry at the thought. the ice in your cup melted a while ago, so you toss the watered-down drink onto the sand before standing up. when eustass kidd insisted on throwing a party, you didn’t think much of it; how quickly you forget that pirates are notorious for their theatrics and kidd isn’t immune to that behavior.

a large bonfire blazes in the middle of the beach, the air warm and sticky; you hate how humid it is and hate that you let the others talk you into drinking. now your hair is tied up, to keep its thickness away from your neck and face, as sweat glides down your skin. without looking back, you leave everyone behind and make the short trek back to your house. you’re determined to shower and call it a night; you doubt your presence will be missed that much.

after downing another shot of tequila, a frown works its way onto kidd’s lips as he stares at the empty shot glass in his hand. he’d meant to just have a few drinks, but he got roped into game after game by his crew mates and he lost track of time.

now you’re gone.

it’s a sobering enough thought that he shoves the glass into wire’s hand, not bothering to explain himself as he goes searching for you. he doesn’t like that you left the party early, and he doesn’t like that he’s a little bit miserable because you’re not with him right now.

it’s foolish to feel that way and equally foolish to want to do something about it. he knows that, but it’s not enough to make him turn back around.

when he finds your backdoor unlocked — a nasty habit that he can’t believe you refuse to correct — a small wave of irritation surrounds him. you didn’t bother locking the door because you knew he’d eventually make his way over — you assumed it would be much later, but kidd is always unpredictable.

and because he’s incapable of stealth when he’s annoyed, you hear him rummaging through your kitchen. you stand in the doorway, hands on your hips as you watch him eat several pastries in a row.

the man’s stomach is an abyss, you’re quite sure of it now.

“there are plates, y’know,” you say lightly, a teasing smile sliding onto your face with ease, “and napkins too.” since it’s obvious kidd has no home training whatsoever. he doesn’t see what the fuss is, but he knows it drives you crazy when he does that — which is possibly why he keeps doing it.

“didn’t feel like using them.”

his answer should annoy you, but it doesn’t; if anything, it just makes you smile again, a little sadly this time. it doesn’t go unnoticed by kidd, however, who narrows his eyes at you.

“why do you keep leaving that door unlocked?”

you blink a few times, confusion briefly taking hold of you before you realize he’s serious. “you ask me that all the time,” you counter and walk over to him, voice airy as you decidedly stuff the rest of your complicated feelings for him into a tiny box. “and what do i always say?” you place your hands on his chest — soft and gentle, which only annoys him even more.

because you like to do that — touch him like you care, like you enjoy his presence. his mind likes to play tricks on him, so he refuses to believe it; except it’s hard to tell the truth from fiction when he leans down to kiss you. all those pesky, bothersome thoughts coast to the back of his mind when you lick a bit of powdered sugar from his lips.

when he kisses you again, a different kind of heat passes through you, making you press closer, practically melting against him when his tongue caresses yours. it’s in between sloppy tongue kisses that he asks you to come with him — the decision is rash, and he hasn’t thought it through all the way, but the idea of you staying behind only pisses him off.

your heart beats a little too loudly at the prospect of leaving home and going off with him, but your answer is lodged in your throat, unable to come out no matter how badly you want to tell him yes.

he knows how deep your stubbornness goes, so naturally he’s just going to have to help you make the right decision. when he hoists you onto the counter, you unzip his pants with hurried movements and kidd groans softly as you start stroking him. you like the luxury of having your own place, but you know you’ll be lonely when kidd leaves — more unpleasant feelings that you can’t seem to keep hidden.

you wrap your legs around him as he inches his cock inside of you — slowly, at first, before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, thrusting roughly. your lips are on his again, fingers sifting through his hair as he fucks you harder.

“come with me,” he insists again and again, you shake your head and keep your lips pressed together because you know you’re so close to saying otherwise. he clicks his tongue and he grabs your throat so you can look at him. “why?”

you wish he’d let this go — but a small, much more selfish part of you is glad he’s pressing the issue. “because…” you gasp and moan when he squeezes your neck as he gives you short, brutal strokes. kidd’s stamina is unrivaled; he fucks you like he’s trying to break the counter, nearly forgetting himself and his brute strength. he eases up a bit and releases his hold, but you’re panting when you speak again.

“w-what if you get tired of me?” your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly clear.

kidd rolls his eyes before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “is that all?” a ridiculous fear, but he can’t really judge you, now, can he? kidd fixes you with a pointed look, one that says be serious. he almost admits that he could never be tired of you, not even if he tried.

you want to tell him that you’re being very serious, but don’t get the chance as his cock hits a spot that has you babbling incoherently at him. kidd laughs out loud because knows what your answer really is; he’s just going to keep fucking you until you can say it with conviction.

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