#Eustass Kidd x Reader

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You Swear A Lot | One Piece HC

For V Day, here's another little post! I haven't done an imagine/headcanon in a while, so this is a little blurb that's been in my drafts. Are you someone who swears a lot? Here's what these boys would think!

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kidd

CW: GN!reader, no specific relationship mentions, could be early relationship/pre-relationship

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LUFFY

Doesn't seem to notice or care. 

Honestly, he's so used to Nami's mouth at this point that it hardly registers. Not to mention Ace and Sabo growing up. Luffy himself is very familiar with strong verbiage.

When the swear words are used for comedy, though, he won't stop laughing. He loves a well-placed swear word or crass comment.

If you're getting more creative, be prepared to explain what you just said to him. 

“Hey - what did you just say? ‘Never heard that word before.”

Great, now the crew has to deal with Luffy learning a new word. Thanks for that.

ZORO

Will call you out on it, make fun of you, and join in. 

Zoro’s got a colorful vocabulary himself, but really only uses it sparingly.

The first time he hears it from you, though - oh, boy, it’s shocking that something so crass comes out of such a pretty thing like you.

“Wow. You got a mouth on you, huh?” 

But then it begins. No bars, no restrictions. Zoro’s gonna challenge you every step of the way, coming up with rude and worse things to say.

It’s a competition now. And Zoro never loses.

SANJI

Sanji’s no stranger to cursing. He’s a cook, after all - he has his own crass vocabulary to contend with.

Hearing it from you though? Someone so beautiful, seemingly innocent? 

Just like the rest of the crew, he’s heard just the same from Nami, but even still…

He blushes. Completely floored. 

“You're too pretty to be speaking like that, angel!”

He secretly likes it. In fact, he likes it so much that he has to control the places his mind goes when he hears you.

Whether you’re cursing out of anger, frustration, or just using it as an adjective, he always takes notice. 

LAW

Law is pretty crass himself, but even he has his limits.

The first few times he hears it, he doesn’t seem to comment or care. He lets it slide because it just doesn’t seem worth it. He may even find it funny or endearing, though he'd never let you know that.

Even if, in certain circumstances, he may feel that it’s needless.

Finally, after one particular day where you’ve had enough of his stern looks and you bust out your dictionary, he’s had enough.

“That mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days.” 

That being said, if anyone else were to say that to you, he’d defend you with just as much of a crass mouth. He’s very familiar of the trouble a mouth like that will get you into, and a part of him secretly wishes to see it.

KIDD

This man is so much worse than you, so he finds it funny. 

“Finally - someone who can keep up with me!”

You guys feed off of each other. It’s not just a competition - it’s a goddamn talent show.

The rest of the crew on the Victoria Punk ranges from being humored, shocked, to annoyed.

It may be one of your most attractive qualities to him, quite honestly.

[inseobts]

In the Shadow

Trafalgar Law x Strawhat!Reader + Eustass Kidd x Strawhat!Reader (not really but could be implied)

Reader power explained: Chaos Magic (like Scarlet Witch from Avengers), aka telekinesis, telepathy, and energy manipulation.

Tags: wano arc spoilers, love triangle, blood, fluff

Masterlist // ko-fi

The battlefield in Wano was chaos, flames and smoke rising into the blood-red sky. The rumble of Kaido’s forces clashing with the samurai and pirates was deafening, but you stood your ground on a jagged cliff overlooking the chaos.

Beside you, Trafalgar Law stood stoically, though his exhaustion was evident. His breathing was shallow, and blood dripped from a cut, but he refused to lean on anyone for support.

“Don’t move!” you snap, crouching beside him where he leaned. His hand pressed to the wound, blood pooling through his fingers. He looks at you with his silver eyes, sharp even through his pain.

“I’m not your responsibility, Y/N-ya” he muttered.

“Shut up.” Your words come out harsher than intended, but you don’t care. “I can’t just leave you to bleed out!”

He smirks faintly. “You’re a Strawhat. You should be chasing your captain, not wasting your time on me.”

“You’re an ally now.” Your voice wavered, betraying more emotion than you wanted. “I’m not going anywhere until you’re safe.”

Law looks away, the tension in his jaw softening for just a moment. It isn’t like him to let anyone fuss over him, but something in the way you hovered told him it was useless to argue.

You worked quickly, tearing a strip of fabric from your shirt to bind the wound. “You know,” you say, trying to fill the silence, “for a brilliant tactician, you’ve got a real knack for getting yourself nearly killed.”

“Funny” Law says after a small chuckle.

After a few seconds of silence, an all-too-familiar voice cut through the tense air.

“Oi, Strawhat girl! Didn’t think you’d be babysitting him of all people.”

You turn, meeting Eustass Kidd’s cocky grin as he walks toward you. Despite the chaos of the battlefield, he looks annoyingly composed.

“Kidd,” you say, voice laced with exasperation. “What do you want?”

“Nothing much,” Kidd replies, stopping a few feet away and crossing his arms. “Just wondering why you’re babysitting him when you could be out there kicking more ass.” He nods toward Law with a smirk. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to play nursemaid. Guess the surgeon isn’t as invincible as he thinks.”

“Say that again, and I’ll carve you into pieces” Law growls, though his voice lacked its usual menace.

Kidd laughs, crouching beside you with an infuriatingly amused expression. “Relax, doc. She’s got it covered. Right, Y/N?”

You sigh. Kidd’s presence is a double-edged sword—helpful, sure, but he never knows when to stop pushing buttons.

“We don’t have time for this” you mutter, tying off the bandage around Law’s wound.

“Hey, I could carry him if you want” Kidd offers, his grin widening when Law shot him a murderous glare.

“As if I’d let you.”

“Oh? Afraid I’d drop you on purpose?” Kidd teases, standing back up and stretching. “You should be thanking me for offering to help your girlfriend.”

Your face burning, “He’s not…”

“She’s not…” Law cut in at the same time.

Kidd’s laughter echoes, “You two are pathetic.”

But before you could fire back, a distant explosion shook the ground beneath your feet. You all turn toward the palace in the distance, where Luffy and the others are undoubtedly making their stand.

You stood, determination hardening your features. “We need to move.”

You are now at Law’s side, wrapping an arm around him to steady him. He stiffened but didn’t pull away, too proud to admit he needs the support at least until his wound would heal a bit.

Kidd raises an eyebrow, clearly biting back another remark. But this time, he says nothing, merely watching as you help Law.

Later, after the fighting died down, the allied forces regrouped at the ruins of the performance floor. The surviving fighters gathering to tend their wounds and plan the next move.

“You didn’t have to save me back there” Law says quietly, breaking the silence.

“Don’t be stupid” you reply, staring out at the sea. “Of course I did.”

He stays silent for a long moment. Then, almost too softly to hear: “You’re too kind for your own good.”

You turn to him, frowning. “And you’re too stubborn to admit you care about anyone.”

For once, he doesn’t argue.

From a distance, you hear Kidd’s voice as his crew prepare their ship for the next adventure.

“Hey, Strawhat girl!” he calls. “Try not to get yourself killed before I see you again.”

You roll your eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Why tomorrow don’t you try saying goodbye without the insults” you shot back.

Kidd grins, a glint of something unspoken in his eyes, before turning away.

You feel Law’s gaze on you.

“You really attract the strangest people” he murmures.

You laugh softly, leaning back against the railing. “Takes one to know one, doesn’t it?”

Law doesn’t respond, but the faintest smile plays at the corners of his lips.

For now, it is enough.

Everyone is now enjoying the celebration, the air filled with laughter, food, and the occasional argument over meat.

You sit cross-legged a bit farther from your friends, jocking with your powers. Threads of energy between your fingers, forming intricate shapes that shimmered.

“Hey, Y/N!” Luffy bouces over, eyes wide with excitement. “Make something big this time! Like… a dragon like Momo!”

You smirk, twisting your fingers in sharp, deliberate motions. A glowing construct of Momonosuke’s dragon form coiled into existence above your hands, its fiery eyes flicking toward Luffy.

“Whoa! So cool!” Luffy reaches out to touch it, but the dragon snaps at his hand, dissolving just before contact.

“Careful,” you tease “It bites.”

Luffy laughs, unfazed, and then goes off to wrestle more food.

From across, you hear Kidd’s voice booming over the din.

“Still playing with your little magic tricks, Y/N?” he says with a grin plastered across his face.

You roll your eyes, “Jealous I can make things without smashing half the town?”

The crews burst into laughter as Kidd scowles, though a small smirk tugged at his lips.

Zoro observes the scene while drinking, “She might make you disappear next.”

“Like I’d let her” Kidd shoots back, crossing his arms.

“Should I prove it?” you say, standing and letting threads of energy crackle around your hands.

Before things could escalate, Law’s voice cut through the noise.

“Enough” His tone is calm but firm, the kind of voice that demanded attention.

You turn to see him standing with his arms crossed with his usual stoic expression. But there is something different in his eyes, something that makes your heart skip.

His gaze locks on you as he says “Don’t waste your power on pointless shows.”

Everyone stops drinking and laughing and went quiet, turning to watch the exchange. You feel a flicker of irritation rise in your chest, you drank a bit too much for this.

“It’s not pointless, I’m just having fun.”

“Fun gets people killed” Law replies evenly.

“You’re so dramatic” you say as your temper flared, and before you could stop yourself, you raise a hand. A surge of energy lashes out, wrapping around Law’s hat and yanking it from his head.

The entire crowd froze again.

Law’s expression darkens, and you could see the faintest twitch in his jaw.

“You’ve got three seconds to give that back” he says, his voice dangerously low.

You twirl the hat in your hand, smirking: “Make me.”

Gasps erupt from the crews. No one ever challenged Trafalgar Law like that—at least, not without regretting it.

But instead of retaliating, Law surprises everyone. He steps closer, closing the distance between you, until he was inches away. His eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Then, in a move so swift you almost didn’t see it, he snatches the hat from your hand and place it back on his head.

“You’re impossible” he says, turning to walk away.

“Aw, is that your way of saying you like me?” you tease, your grin widening.

Law stops in his tracks, his back to you. The crews erupted into laughter and cheers, but you barely hear them over the pounding of your own heart.

When Law finally turns, his face was unreadable, but there is a faint flush on his cheeks.

“Maybe” he says quietly, so only you can hear. Then, louder: “But if you pull a stunt like that again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The crew’s laughter grew louder, and you can’t help but laugh too, the tension between you and Law dissipating in an instant.

“Guess I’ll have to keep you on your toes, then” you say, your voice light.

Law shake his head, but there is a small smile on his lips as he walks away, the crews still hollering behind him.

And from the other side, Kidd watched the exchange with a scowl.

“Idiots” he mutter, but there was no mistaking the jealousy in his eyes.

[kaivenom]

The straw hats' men seeing you naked by accident HCS

(bonus: Law and Kidd)

Masterlist

Luffy

He entered the room like an hurricane, searching for something. At first he didn't notice, because he didn't really care. He even tried to climb on your body but you slapped him across the face. You kicked him out of the room and he stayed outside the door, suddently rethinking about your body and what happened. He didn't know why but he really wanted to enter again the rrom just to see you.

Zoro

He got paralized, but he wasn't going to admit it. He tried to cover his blush and act really tought like seeing you naked doesn't make his knees weak. He is not very good at hide it but doesn't stop him from making some harming comments. After leaving the room, he needed to get to the crow's nest to breathe.

Sanji

Inmediatly babbling and nose bleed, he entered the roomto left you food but seeing your body naked made him faint on the floor with heart eyes and a dreamy smile. You put a towel around yourself and try to help him while the only thing he does is compliment your figure.

Ussop

Incredibly nervous, he was going to invite you go fishing with him and entered the room without thinking. When he understood the situtation he started to apologice, blush a lot and cover his eyes with his hand. Not being able to see, made him hit the wall, then the frame and then the door. You weren't embarrased anymore, instead you were trying to hold in your laughter.

Trafalgar Law

He is a doctor so he shouldn't be surprised to see naked bodies, but he had a rough time trying not to see your body when he got into the room. You covered your body with a towel but he was still throwing discreet glances.

Eustass Kidd

Very much like Zoro but a lot more extreme, yelling at you for not locking the door while his face starts to get very red from what he says it's anger, and leaving very fast. Everytime you confront him about it, he starts to blush very much and get nervous trying to change the subject.

[viiiiiiiiiin]

How they confess their love for you !! PT. 3

Includes: Nami , Law , Kid , Caesar , Ace , Sabo , Doflamingo , Rosinante.

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 , Pt. 3 (here)

Masterlist

Cat Burglar: Nami

She could tell , but she was good at hiding it. She felt like she didn't deserve you , so she never tried to make a move.

Until her feelings continuously grew and grew. She couldn't stand it.

Why did you make her feel like this ? You were so kind to her , but so was the rest of the crew. Why were you different ?

To her , you were special. She'd find herself looking at things in stores that she thinks you'd like.

One day , she brought one of those things to the Sunny after a big battle.

She was worried about losing you , but she knew you could handle yourself. But you got injured. Very , very injured. She was extremely worried because you've been out for days.

She came to your bedside and placed a jewel on the bedside. She sat on the bed next to your sleeping form and started talking to you as if you could hear.

Little did she know , her presence awoke you.

She told you how she felt and called you stupid for getting so hurt. While she was crying , you placed your bruised hand on her arm and told her you felt the same.

She was so surprised that she slapped you and started shaking you violently for worrying her.

Surgeon of Death: Trafalgar D. Water Law

At first , he thought something was wrong with him. He stayed up for nights on end trying tor research what could be wrong with him.

He looked up his symptoms in any book he could find. He knew a lot of illnesses because he was a doctor , but this was foreign to him. It worried him. Was it something like White Lead ?

He continues searching. Heated body (similar to a fever) , heart skipping beats irregularly , clammy hands , etc.

The only conclusion he could draw was the love sickness that any former Empress from Amazon Lily had.

But he wasn't an empress. Then , it clicked. He was in love. He wasn't sick , he was just LOVE sick. For you , no less.

He talked to Ikaku about how he felt and she squealed happily at his confession.

She bombarded him with advice , flowers , snacks , etc. She told him to just tell you.

When he gathered the courage , he did just that. He brought those flowers to your desk and waited for you. When you came in , the anxiety set in.

He cleared his throat and nervously confessed his feelings for you.

You laughed and told him you felt the same. He felt like a weight was lifted from his chest.

Eustass "Captain" Kid

Similarly to Law , he thought he was sick. He stayed in his office for DAYS , mostly to avoid you.

He thought you were sick too. How else did he feel sick around you ? You were contagious.

He told Killer about his sickness and he laughed his ass off at him.

Kid yelled at him and told him to stop , but he didn't.

When Killer calmed himself , he told Kid that he was a dumbass. That he wasn't sick , but in love.

Why would he be in LOVE ? THE Captain Kid !

He denied it and shooed Killer out.

But Killer pushed him to tell you. Every. Day.

Eventually , he caved.

When you brought him dinner , his mouth spewed out all he felt. He turned extremely red and angirly grumbled.

That was until you kissed his chin and told him you felt the same.

He turned even redder and shooed you out of his office.

Caesar Clown

He didn't actually understand why he fell in love with you. Was it your power ? Your looks ? Your influence ? He wasn't sure.

Everyone noticed. He would literally stumble around and make mistakes whenever you come around.

Monet teased him about it often. He shut down everything she said and would yell at her for even suggesting that he liked you.

He's had hookups and such before , but he's never fallen in love with any of his flings. He was a master scientist , why would he need love ?

But he fell for you.

Hard , actually.

He tried his best to avoid you but it never worked. You were stronger than him , so you had to protect him. That was your job.

While working in another part of his lab , Monet just straight up told you that he's in love with you.

You laughed and told her that you knew. You followed her to his current location , and you both told him what you conversed about.

He was embarrassed as hell and yelled at both of you.

He shooed Monet out and talked to you in private.

He , nervously , told you that it was true.

You told him you felt the same way and shocked the hell outta him.

Firefist: Portgas D. Ace

It was SO obvious to the entire crew.

He would become nervous and a blushing mess around you.

Even Whitebeard noticed.

Ace didn't , however.

He was never actually in love. He has had hookups , yes , but never a significant other. He didnt feel as if he deserved love.

But you made him feel like he did.

You were so sweet to him and would love him like he was your lover.

Marco , Thatch , and Izo would tease him about his little crush on you. Anytime they did , he denied it.

But Izo told you one day while you two were hanging out.

You told him that you felt the same way.

Izo and Thatch pushed you two together and got you both to confess in the kitchen

When you both confirmed that you were dating , the entire crew threw a party.

They just wanted an excuse to party. Sigh.

Flame Emperor: Sabo

Koala noticed before he did , but he noticed a bit after.

He chose not to act on it , however. He was too busy with the Revolutionary Army for a relationship.

But Koala was OBSESSED with the idea of you and him dating. She would continuously tell anyone who would listen about how much she shipped you and him.

She even told Dragon.

Dragon supports.

One day , Koala sets you two up in the kitchen of the current Revolutionary base.

She locks you both in there and leaves , waiting for you both to confess.

You confessed first because he wouldn't budge.

He told you he felt the same.

Hours after being locked in there , you both had fallen asleep together in the corner when Koala came to get you both.

She took pictures and showed them to Dragon.

Heavenly Demon: Donquixote Doflamingo

He knew he was obsessed with you. He always wanted you close , would kill anyone that was brave enough to confess to you , etc.

He's had many flings (men and women) , but he threw them away like they were toys.

But you were different to him.

You were headstrong , brave , and quite strong. It intrigued him.

How you held onto your dreams like they were part of the last meal you'd ever eat.

How you were so kind , even if he degraded you and hurt you.

You always came back.

One day , he called you to his throne room. While you sat in front of him , he offered you a place in the family as his Queen / King / Royal.

You weren't allowed to deny. If you said no , he would cut your head off. But you didn't even think of that.

You were in love with him too and told him so.

Now , you're the Queen / King / Royal of Dressrosa alongside your king , Doflamingo.

Corazon: Donquixote Rosinante

When you joined the Donquixote Family , he knew he had to get you out of there. Just like the children.

He normally wouldn't care about the others in the family because it wasn't his mission. However , your heart wasn't in the same place as theirs.

It intrigued him.

You were kind , smart , caring , and you took care of Baby 5 , Buffalo , and Law as if they were your own.

He immediately fell in love with you.

When taking Law away from Dressrosa , he took you with him and explained everything.

While Law slept on an island one day , he confessed his feelings to you by the fire he started.

He was red in the face and extremely nervous. He even lit himself on fire.

After dousing him in water , you told him you felt the same.

But smacked him and told him to be careful because he hurt himself.

[badgerbl00d]

you've reached situationship central!

☆ characters: law, kidd (pt. 1)

☆ up next: TBA

☆ summary: being stuck in an on again off again (very indulgent) relationship with either the surgeon of death or captain eustass kidd requires a great deal of patience

☆ content: angsty, happy ending, nsfw, smut, complicated relationship drama, kidd is scottish, 18+ mdni

☆ a/n: hellooo i am finally settled at my uni and hoping to begin writing regularly again and start going through my requests (thank you for all of them by the way).. please enjoy me writing about my top two op crushes rnn <3

law: 

#i’d forgive him so fast oops | 3.3k words

With Law, all of your meetings are at midnight or after, he’s painfully careful to ensure that no one has even the slightest clue of what your relationship has begun to blossom into– He’s scared of course. Anything could go wrong; his rationality is placed at risk every time you walk past him and he allows himself to indulge (even if for just a second) in the smell of your perfume– strong and floral. It lingers even after you’ve walked past him, ignoring him just like he asked you to do during the working hours on board the Polar Tang. Law does what he can to suppress the sting he feels when you, oh so obediently, listen to him. You do your job too well, he thinks, not even sparing him a glance if you’re not being directly addressed. ‘This is your own fault’, he has to remind himself. It pains him when the crew stays up late playing poker and cards and drinking alcohol, talking about all your hopes and dreams, when you entertain your crewmates with stories and he hears about how you’re there for them all in times of difficulty, a listening ear, a supporting friend, an emotional anchor to the crew. 

Maybe, he thinks, I should end it. He knows that that’s the right answer, if you’re just friends he might allow himself to be welcomed into the radiance and warmth around you that he denies himself and has instructed you to deny to him. He’s too scared to lose you now.

On late nights, Law lays in bed, his room hazy from the cigarette he lets burn in an ashtray you gifted him and he thinks about the few direct conversations you’ve had about your… situation. That’s what you had called it, “Law,” you had said, “We have to talk about…”

“About what?” He still beats himself up over how he delivered that question, biting and poisonous. He can’t shake the memory of the frown it elicited on your face. 

“Y/n, we don’t have to talk. Please, let’s not talk. Talking means we have to confront the reality of the situation.”

That was what he should’ve said. Instead his tongue betrayed him, acting faster than he could register. About what? Idiot, he thought. 

You took a deep breath before answering him, “About us, Law. Our… situation.” 

He had scoffed at you. Let out an indifferent huff, as though the matter was beneath him. His chest aches when he thinks about it now. The hurt on your face was so obvious. 

“So talk.” 

It was dark that night. He can’t remember if tears pooled on your lower lashes, or if it was a trick of the slight bit of light pouring into the dark room. He chooses to believe the latter option. 

“What are we doing? I can’t… I don’t want to continue like this. Secret and hidden– I want to, I want to be able to talk to you during the day. To tell you about how I am and ask you about yourself I want to help you and be there for you. To kiss you whenever and hold your hand–”

“So do I,” he should have said, “I want that too.”

“You are there for me,” was his reply, instead, “As my trusted crewmate. And I never said you couldn’t talk to me, but I maintain my position. We can’t be discovered, the risks are-”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, sighing, “The risks? Our entire life is a risk. You think the crew would care? And what does it matter what you’ve said– it’s how you act. I’ve tried talking to you and you treat me with such an awful indifference Law. I respect your intelligence and leadership so please don’t act stupid. 

What am I to you?”

He paused. Wrong move.

Your bottom lip trembled as you closed your eyes and inhaled. His memory doesn’t serve him very well but if you did cry that night it was now that the tears flowed. 

“Okay,” you said, your voice incredibly soft. You had accepted defeat. He wanted to tear his skin off. This was agony. Why couldn’t he just say what he felt? 

“I want you,” he says to himself now, picking the cigarette back up, placing it between his lips, “I love you.” 

Three weeks too late, he thinks. The cigarette burns in the back of his throat, his chest filling with an uncomfortable warmth. 

The last few weeks had been uncomfortable to say the least. You refused to talk to him, and he didn’t blame you. He barely saw you, the last time he’d gotten a proper look at your face was six days ago now. You looked beautiful, maybe he should have said something. 

He lost track of time. An hour has passed now since he laid down to smoke, or has it been two? His head is spinning, never has regret gripped his heart so aggressively. 

The aching in his chest tugs him out of bed and into the hallway. He finds himself walking toward the library where he knows you’ll be. 

Where less than a month ago you were sat on his lap, soft arms gently wrapped around his shoulders as he kissed up and down your arms, buried inside you.

He missed your warmth, the way just being in your presence felt like sitting next to a fireplace, drinking a cup of tea. Your touch soft and reassuring, Fuck, he thinks, fuck.

The coolness of the metal floor jolts him out of his daze, he’s moving with a purpose now. 

It’s not too late, he reassures himself. 

The library door is closed, a warm light pours out into the cool, blue hallway from underneath the door. His hand hovers over the door knob for a moment, listening. Silence. 

Law gently opens the door, and is welcomed by the sight of you fast asleep on Shachi’s shoulder, your crewmate’s arm wrapped around you.

Law pauses, Shachi looks up. He subdues the jealousy that quickly spreads throughout his body.

Shachi shoots him a look, as if to say, “I’m doing my best.”

Law’s throat hurts, speaking is too risky. He sends back a puzzled look.

Shachi beckons him over, placing his free hand up to his lips, “Shh.”

Law’s head feels like it’s about to explode. He can’t do this right now. His stomach twists at the sight of his crewmate’s arm around you. He was always so mesmerized by how you slept– envious, even, at how gently your eyes closed, how your soft lips parted once you were out, how deeply you slept. 

His mind slips from him, replaying memories of how you’d cling to him when spending the night in his room, your arms securely around his neck, your face tucked into him. The sound of you giggling in the morning when he’d wake you up with kisses peppered all over your face and neck, trailing down and down your body. He inhales, trying to recollect himself– The memory of your body is overpowering. His hands clench into fists at his sides.

“She’s been asleep for about two hours,” Shachi started. Law’s chest tightened, two hours?

“I didn’t know what to say to her. She’s so… sad. Some guy, I think, broke her heart. Or, is currently breaking it. I don’t want to pry. Maybe you should talk to her?”

Law concentrated all of his efforts on answering his subordinate to avoid collapsing to the floor and begging you for forgiveness right then and there, Shachi be damned. His worst crime, in all of his life, he thought, is to have done this to you. 

The thought of being ‘some guy’ that broke your heart nauseates him, he has to fix this.

“Captain?” Shachi seemed to have picked up on Law’s distress.

“Shachi,” Law started, his eyes fixed on you– his expression must have been something pained, or regretful, “Leave her here. Go to bed.”

Shachi’s brows furrowed. Law tore his eyes away from you to look at him, “I’ll take care of her.” 

The redhead quickly picked up on the subtext and inhaled, about to say something but bit his tongue. Shachi gently removed his arm from around your shoulders, propping your head up on the sofa behind you and stood quietly, making room for Law. 

“Captain,” he started, shooting him a look that wasn’t quite placeable. Disappointment? Anger? It wasn’t either, perhaps something in between, he decided you were capable enough to handle this yourself, “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Law sat down next to you. He wanted to laugh. You had a way about you, even in such a moment of difficulty for Law, that made him want to give into you completely. God knows he had spent every second he’d known you fighting that urge. You slept on, completely undisturbed by any of the commotion around you. A strand of hair fell across your face, an obstruction to an otherwise perfect view. He brought a hand up to it, gently pushing it to the side, tucking it behind your ear. You stir, slightly. 

He hates himself, he thinks as he brings a firm hand to your arm, and gently shakes you to a conscious state. 

You wake with droopy eyelids, sleep still generously distributed throughout your body. It pains him to wake you, he knows you need the rest. He watches your lashes touch your rosy cheeks as you blink your eyes open, gathering your surroundings. You yawn, stretching your hands above your head, your shirt rising just enough to show off your lower tummy. Law curses whatever devil placed you in his life. 

“Mmm.. What time ‘s it, Chi?” you ask. Jealousy rears its ugly head in Law’s chest at the use of a nickname for Shachi. 

Law clears his throat, “One twenty three in the morning.” 

You jolt, straightening your posture, upon recognizing your captain’s unmistakably deep, tired voice. 

“Law,” you say, looking at him, “I was just leaving, actually. Shachi was supposed to wake me up an hour ago..” You adjust the hem of your shirt and push your hair out of your face. An awkward silence filled the room– an awful reminder of how fucked up your… situation had become. 

You can’t bear it, Law can tell, any more than he can. Your discomfort is obvious and he hates to be the root of it. 

“Well, goodnight,” you say standing. Your voice wavers. 

“Y/n,” Law says, “Sit. Please.” 

You wanted nothing more than to tell him to fuck off. You’d even rehearsed it with Ikkaku.

“Fuck you Law,” you’d practiced, “Fuck you and never speak to me again I never want to be around you. You’re so…”

That was usually where Ikkaku would have some suggestions:

“Immature? Selfish? Mean? Evil? Misogynistic? Fuck that guy.”

“Yeah,” you’d agree, “But I don’t think I can say that to him directly, he is the Captain after all.”

“He’s also a doctor,” she’d observed, “But you don’t seem very healed to me.”

These conversations replayed in your head as you sat down, following his orders. 

You kept your gaze focused downward, your bare feet shuffled awkwardly against the carpet. 

“We should vacuum this,” you said, “Feels kinda dusty.” 

Silence settled between the two of you. It was unbearable. 

You continued, “I’ll mention it to Penguin, um, I know he likes stuff cleaned a certain way. And, oh, right, I meant to tell you about the books we’re picking up at the next port. They ran out of the edition of the Watson book you ordered–”

“Y/n.”

You shut up. You could feel the tears start to well in your eyes. No, goddamnit, you thought, Don’t give him the satisfaction.

“I’m… sorry.”

You looked up at him, a puzzled expression on your face. 

“No, you’re not,” you said. If there were any other noise coming from anywhere on the ship he would not have heard you, you spoke so quietly. 

“No, you’re not,” you repeated. 

Law inhaled, guilt had never had such a physically debilitating effect on his body. 

“Y/n, listen. I am. I can’t sleep, or eat, or think, I can’t–”

“Neither can I, so, thanks for that. It’s been a great few weeks for me.”

He swallowed.  

“Please look at me.” 

You look up, your cheeks coated in two parallel streaks of tears. His eyes are red, the bags under them a deep shade of gray. He really hasn’t slept. You curse yourself as you reach a hand up to his face, and scoot yourself into his lap.

His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him, chest to chest, and he places his forehead against yours. 

You feel a small string of tears fall into your lap. He’s crying, you realize. 

“I fucked up,” he says, “I’m sorry.”

He runs a hand up and down your back, it’s unfortunately soothing. You want so badly to push him off of you- deny his touch and affection, but as his hand slows and his grip on you tightens, as he pulls you into him even further and allows himself to indulge in the feeling of your body against his you know that you’ve once again fallen into his trap. 

“I can’t keep doing this, Captain.”

There was a time when hearing his title come from your lips elicited an unspeakably sinful desire within him. Hearing it from your mouth was such a delicious indulgence. Now he knows you use it to distance yourself from him- to avoid using his name. 

“I know, baby,” he says, “I know.”

You sit up in his lap, wiping your tears. 

“I can fix this,” he reassures you, “I promise.”

“How? What is there to fix?”

He’s silent.

“I thought about what you said, that night,” you continue.

‘That night,’ he wants to blow his brains out. That terrible night when he started this, when he couldn’t answer a simple question, when he started the downward spiral of the past three weeks, the tension between the two of you getting worse with each passing day. 

“You’re right, Law,” you went on, “To not have answered my question. We aren’t anything. You’re my captain and I’m your crewmate– nothing more, nothing less.”

You both knew that was a lie. Here you were in the dim candlelight on the library couch, the navy blue ocean stirring just outside the glass window behind you, sitting on his lap letting him hold you. He pulled you into his chest, laying your head down onto his shoulder. You let him. It was a delicate thing, to play such a game of cat and mouse, your roles always shifting back and forth. You let yourself be pulled into him, sinking into his touch, arching your back into his chest doing whatever possible to be closer to him for even just a moment. 

He brought a hand up to run through your hair, and rested his cheek on the side of your head. 

The silence was less bitter this time. You both sit in it for several minutes, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

You try to resist the urge for a split second, and then, as usual, cave into his touch. You place a soft kiss on his neck (a spot of complete and absolute weakness for Law). He responds with a kiss on your head. 

He inhales, and you brace yourself.

“Y/n.”

You don’t respond. 

“I love you.” 

Your cheeks immediately are covered by an onslaught of tears you hadn’t even felt forming. You sniffle, wrapping your arms around him tighter. He squeezes you harder, before making you sit up and look at him, face to face. 

He’s given up. He’s never been more fucked than he is now. He watches you, your expression, for a moment. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, he thinks, cheeks pink from his body heat, lashes damp from the tears.

“Y/n, I am sorry,” he wipes away your tears with one hand, the other tangling itself into your hair. You sniffle, a frown settling on your face.

“I want you,” he confesses, “Always. I think about you always and I can’t sleep and I’ve been telling myself that it’s because of work but it’s you. I can’t sleep without you. I can’t think without you. Everything reminds me of you, my pillow still smells like you, your clothes show up in my laundry, you have jewelry on my desk I can’t escape you. I don’t want to.”

You softened at this admission, but with Law there was always a catch. 

“But?” you ask.

He sighs, “If anything were to happen to you I’d be responsible. It felt better, safer to end, or deny things and keep you safe than keep going and risk your safety.”

“I’m a pirate, Law, I’m at risk anyway. Don’t lie to me, that’s not the only reason.”

He kisses your forehead, “I know, I know. I am worried about the risks of another crew finding out or, god forbid, the navy. But I can’t… be without you. I haven’t slept or eaten or… worked, really. I’m scared you don’t feel the same.”

You don’t what overcomes you in that moment, but the next thing you know your lips are attached to his, his hand pulling you into him by your neck.

You whine when he pulls back, ignoring the tears flowing down your cheeks.

He kisses your nose, your forehead, your cheeks as he wipes your tears whispering, “It’s okay, it’s okay… I’m sorry.”

His lips find yours again, and he kisses you more aggressively this time– it’s carnivorous and hungry, his grip on your waist tightens enough to bruise and you wince. 

“L-Law, be gentle,” you whimper.

His grip softens slightly and he pulls away from your mouth to start planting sloppy, wet kisses on your neck.

You mewl, arching your back into him completely melting at his touch. Soft moans escape you as you tug at the hem of his shirt, helping him pull it off.

You run a hand over his abs, savoring the view as he helps you take your own shirt off. 

“Wait, Y/n, wait,” Law manages to get out, his breath heavy and fast, “What are we?”

You laugh, kissing him, slipping your tongue between his lips. He moans and you ignore his question. You pull away a sticky string of saliva connecting your puffy pink lips to his. You can feel how hard he is beneath you, and grind down on it ever so slightly. 

Law bites back a moan, throwing his head back on the couch leaving his neck wide open for you. You gently bite down on his neck, kissing it after. 

You missed him so badly, no one had ever brought out in you what Law did. His confession immediately healed all the previous wounds he’d inflicted on your heart, wounds that only he would have been able to heal anyway.  

“Law, I need you,” you cry.

“I’m here, baby, I’m right here,” he coos, holding you.

“I need you, always. Not conditionally. Not after midnight. Always.”

He sighs, a silent acknowledgement of his wrongs. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’ve never… felt like this. I didn’t want to mess up, I suppose. Or ruin things between us. I’d rather stop this and still be able to see you every day than have you be mine and lose you for it.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Law. I promise.”

He places another kiss on your forehead, sleep begins to take over in Law.  

“Law,” you pout, sitting up, “It’s cold.”

He blinks, taking a moment to process your words, savoring the way you say his name, “Okay, baby, let’s go to my room. Stay the night? Please?”

You think about it for a second, “Okay.”

“I love you,” he says.

You pause. His chest tightens. 

“I love you, too.”

Law picks you up, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he walks back through the Polar Tang, toward his room. 

He smiles, you’re going to be upset about the smell of smoke. 

“Baby,” he says.

“Hm.”

“Let’s tell everyone at breakfast, tomorrow.”

You perk up, “Tell them what?”

He laughs, and kisses the top of your head, “That you’re mine.”

kidd: 

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Your vision begins to blur at the edges, as Kidd’s grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly. You’d complain if you were able to form any thoughts other than enjoying the rhythmic slap of his hips against your ass, your mind numb as you begin to drool from the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your clit. You yelp at the sudden sharp pain of Kidd’s metal hand slapping your ass, it energizes you to match his thrusts halfway. Kidd loves watching you fuck yourself on his big, fat dick in doggy-style, his chest swells with pride at his ability to reduce you to such a pathetic, whiny personal slut for him. The sound of sloppy, wet slaps fills the room, a consistent tempo of plap, plap, plap.

“Feel good, lassie?” Kidd laughs, his pace never faltering.

“Mmmff, fuckkk Kidd, please don’t stop!”

“I‘m getting close, love,” his voice now slightly strained, “Where should I finish, hm?”

“Inside,” you beg, “Please, inside!”

You yelp as his metal hand once again makes harsh contact with the fat of your ass, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let bliss take over, now approaching your own end. 

“Kidd,” you whine, “Gonna… cum!”

“That’s right, lassie, cream all over me,” Kidd growls. 

His thick accent makes your clit throb, and he can feel you tightening around him.

“Ya like when I talk to ya like that?” his hand moved from your neck to the base of your scalp where he roughly grabbed a generous handful of hair, yanking your head back as he bent over to kiss you.

“Mhmmm,” you moan, your mind completely hazy from the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, “Mmf mmm-”

Kidd pulls away, a deep laugh filling the room, “What’s that, love?”

“Gonna.. cum, daddy!”

Your captain’s pace slows ever so slightly, he savors every inch of pleasure he can draw from your drooling pussy– you know he’s close. 

“Cum with me, sweetheart,” he commands.

It only takes a few more strokes before you oblige, sinking further into the mattress as you release your orgasm and feel Kidd finishing inside you. He indulges you in a few more strokes; he loves watching the creamy, wet mixture the two of you produce whenever he cums inside of you.

“Good girl,” he says as he slowly pulls out, before collapsing on the bed next to you.

“C’mere,” he beckons you toward him, patting his chest for you to lay on. You obey. He brings a hand to your neck, and kisses the top of your head before closing his eyes. He starts snoring a few minutes later. 

To say sex with Kidd was amazing would be the understatement of the year, it was heavenly, divine, rough, passionate, wonderful. He knew your body better than his own, being with him was indescribably delicious. The sex you had filled your mind for days and days after, so much so that Kidd had begun to recognize it on your face when you were thinking about your latest encounter. A dazed, hazy look would cloud your eyes during meetings, dinner, days out in the towns you stopped at. It drove Kidd insane, knowing you were thinking about him that much– and, for the most part, he was always happy to indulge. 

Pulling you (and your panties) to the side whenever he had time, Kidd was a very generous man when it came to you, always happy to give you exactly what you needed. After all, he’d tell himself, he needed you functioning at full capacity and if this was how he needed to remind you of that, who was he to complain? 

He was just as entranced by you, though he’d never admit it out loud. More than once he caught himself seeking you out just to talk, to spend time in your presence. He’d come up with poorly thought out, half-assed excuses to be near you.

“Y/n,” he’d say, “Come help me in the workshop lass, you have small enough hands to fix this screw.”

Or, “Come hold this light while I work, love.”

“Come read with me, sweetheart, I need your opinion on the best kind of metal to use.”

“Grab me an apple from the kitchen, will ya, lassie?”

It was obvious to you, of course, given that it was a fault you yourself echoed through your own actions. 

“Kidd, can you zip up my dress for me?”

“Kidd, could you fasten my necklace for me?”

“Kidd, taste this, tell me if it’s good.”

“Kidd, Kidd, Kidd…”

Everyone else on the crew found it endearing, you brought out something mature in their Captain– which they greatly appreciated. 

“Looks like he just needed to be having sex regularly,” Wire joked. 

You couldn’t disagree. 

You and Kidd worked so well together, you’d found yourselves fighting back to back a handful of times now moving in sync with one another, not having to communicate, simply understanding how the other thinks, moves, works. 

You lost count of how many nights you’d spent in his room, and vice versa. It was terrible to admit but you were attached. You slept better with his chest against your back, strong arm wrapped around you. Your day was better when you woke up to his snoring and got to kiss him awake. 

You laid now on his chest, sweat drying on your forehead and back, wincing internally. 

This wasn’t great. 

Yes, you worked well together and the sex was amazing– but you hadn’t quite worked your way up to admitting that maybe there was a deeper attachment brewing, and you knew your Captain was definitely not thinking that way at all. 

Besides, there was something freeing about the casualty of it all. Kidd was there when you were unbearably horny (which had been often, as of late) and you were there when he was (which, again, had been quite often as of late). 

No strings attached! That was a good thing… Right? You were free to do as you wished, see other people, reconnect with old flames you crossed paths with on the open ocean, and there were no worries about childish feelings or getting hurt. 

Right?

Kidd had fallen asleep, you could hear his soft snores and his hand that had been rubbing your back had fallen limp by his side. 

Fuck, you thought. This wouldn’t do. You liked Kidd, but he was the last person on Earth you needed to fall in love with.

You slowly sat up, inching your way to the edge of the bed. You went to stand, when you were jerked back by a metal finger pulling you by the hem of your panties.

“Where’re ya goin’?” He asked, voice deep and raspy with sleep.

You ignored the heat between your legs. 

“To bed, Kidd. Goodnight.”

He laughed, “Come lay down then.”

You were silent. Why shouldn’t you? You’d slept with him hundreds of times before. 

No attachments. 

“I… sleep better in my bed,” you said. Awful excuse, you noted. 

“Alright then,” he sat up, yawning, “Let’s go to your room, then.”

“Kidd…” you started. You didn’t know what to say. What were you feeling? Attachment? Love? Had you ever really been in love before? What did that even feel like? 

The nature of your relationship was unspoken but mutually understood. This, whatever this was, was casual, no strings attached, sexual, non-exclusive. 

He sat up, making his way to the edge of the bed to sit next to you, “Somethin’ wrong?”

This wasn’t supposed to be hard. It was supposed to be fun, easy, a stress reliever. 

“Um, yeah, I just– I started my period so I have to go wash up and stuff. I’ll see you in the morning,” you lied. 

Something’s wrong, Kidd thought. Say something, he urged himself. 

“Let me take care of you, lassie,” he said, gently placing an arm around your waist, “Think a bit of blood bothers Captain Eustass Kidd?”

You let out an unconvincing laugh, “It’s alright Kidd, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You stood, making your way to the door. 

“Alright,” he sighed, lying back down on his bed, sure now that something was wrong with you, “But give me a kiss before ya go.”

You paused at the door, back to your Captain. 

A moment passed.

Another moment. 

“Goodnight then, Y/n.”

You walked out, closing the door behind you, cursing yourself. 

Kidd lied back down, fully awake now. His stomach turned, something resembling nausea settled in his abdomen. Was he too forward? It hardly seemed likely that asking you to stay the night was out of bounds, especially when he had just been buried nine inches deep, emptying a load in you. He sighed, and rolled over onto his stomach as his mind sought a possible explanation. 

You weren’t on your period, that much was certain. Not that he was tracking your cycle, of course. He definitely didn’t go to significant lengths to make sure his schedule was freed up when you ovulated. 

Maybe, he thought, the feeling of nausea increasing, There’s someone else. 

He dismissed the thought quickly, but it ate at him. You leaving so suddenly, not even offering him a kiss goodbye… You didn’t even look at him. 

Kidd, despite the recent calmness he had, was still Kidd and the more he ruminated on the sickening possibility the more real it became. 

That must be it, he convinced himself, What obligation does she have to me anyway? We’re not… together. 

His chest ached, it infuriated him. He spent the better part of the night tossing and turning, contemplating whether he had any right to kick down your door and demand you give him the name of your lover or if he should simply never speak to you again. Should he ask the other members of the crew? He didn’t want to involve them; it was his problem, he decided. 

When inspiration did finally strike around five in the morning, just before the sun had started to rise, he ignored the gut feeling that had begun to indicate that it wasn’t the best idea. 

Tomorrow, he decided, when we stop for supplies I’ll find and flirt with a pretty girl. Give her a taste of her own medicine. With this resolution (that he had absolutely convinced himself was the best approach to the situation) he fell asleep, hard. 

It was too cold, you thought as you lounged in the library of the Victoria Punk, cuddled up by the fire you’d had Heat set for you before he left. You had opted out of going into town, and since you weren’t able to cite lovesickness as a reason you stuck with the period excuse. You didn’t miss how Kidd rolled his eyes at you when you offered the excuse again to him. 

The windows were icy, the temperature continuing to drop as it got later and later. It had quickly heated up in the library, you fanned yourself with an old copy of your favorite book. You passed multiple hours on your reading chair, in a hoodie Kidd had let you borrow months ago. Too bad he’s not here, you thought. You faded in and out of sleep, drowsy from the hot fire and the poor quality of sleep from last night. The sun was set when the peace and quiet was disturbed by the sound of a woman’s light and airy laughter. It carried through the ship, leading you to sit up and turn to look for the source of the sound. 

Your chest tightened at the sight that greeted you, and you were never more desperate for something that could hide the expression of disgust and hurt you felt forming on your face. 

Kidd sauntered on board with his hand around the waist of a woman you’d never seen before. She was wearing a dress notably similar to one you owned that he had complimented multiple times. The longer you looked (though you tried to keep it short) the more you noted similarities between you and her. Similar height, hair color, facial features, bodily assets. The moment you felt your bottom lip tremble you turned back in your chair, standing quickly and gathering your things, making a beeline to your room. 

Kidd made eye contact with you on your way out, eyes slightly widening upon seeing your sweater.

Heat and Wire walked up on board the ship a few minutes later, and shot you a sympathetic look. It was no surprise to them that Kidd was being immature over a simple misunderstanding (he disclosed last night’s events to them in more detail than was necessary) and despite their advice to not follow through with his idiotic plan, he did anyway. 

Kidd immediately knew he had fucked up, bad. The look on your face was enough to tell him that he had crossed a line and clearly had suffered a severe lapse in judgment. He immediately dismissed the woman, leaving Heat and Wire in the extremely awkward position of having to walk her off the ship– they made a mental note to make sure Kidd was on bathroom duty for the next month. He ran after you, but the door to your room was already shut and, he wiggled the handle for a few seconds, locked too.  

He knocked every few minutes, growingly increasingly agitated at your refusal to talk to him. 

Knock, knock. 

“Y/n, c’mon lass, you misunderstood– I don’t even know her!”

“I was just… I was– ugh, I don’t know what I was thinking!”

“I wanted to make you jealous, lass, just open the door so I can explain.”

After the third hour of knocking to no avail Kidd resolved that he would simply wait you out, you had to come out eventually. 

It was another three hours, nearly midnight, by the time you opened your door. Kidd was half asleep when you opened the door, and snapped back to full consciousness when he saw you. 

Your brows were furrowed and you looked at him with more disgust and contempt than usual. He crossed his arms and blocked your path.

“Get out of my way.”

“Talk to me,” he responded.

“About?”

He laughed, your blood boiled, “So you’re not upset? About… anything at all?”

“No, dearest Captain, why on Earth would I be upset?”

“Just tell me what’s wrong.”

You scoffed, “Really, Eustass I didn’t take you for such an idiot. Get out of my way.”

He sighs, a smirk still settled onto his face, and moves to the side, gesturing for you to go ahead.

You walk past him, making your way toward the kitchen. You don’t fail to notice how he tags along beside you. 

“Ugh, Kidd! What? What do you want from me?”

“Tell me why you’re upset.”

“You know why I’m upset, moron.”

“Tsk, tsk, that’s no way to talk to your Captain.”

You bite your lip, “I’m sure she’d talk to you exactly how you want. Stop following me.” You go to take another step, but he grabs your arm pushing you toward the wall of the hallway. He pressed his chest into your back, pinning you against the wall as he bent down bringing his lips to your ear and teasing you with a few kitten licks. 

He grabbed your wrists, holding them against your lower back with an uncharacteristically gentle grip. Like he was daring you to fight back. You relax into his grip, arching your back to rub your ass against his bulge. 

You hate how weak he makes you. 

A deep breath escapes Kidd, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. Your thighs are starting to get sticky.  A soft moan escapes your lips as he presses his hard cock into the curve of your ass. 

“Mhm,” Kidd teases, “Somethin’ else ya want to tell me, lassie? Go on, use your words.” 

“I don’t have anything to say to you, asshole,” you snap back, trying to suppress the urge to give him the attention he so desperately needs.

“But how often do you keep yourself busy with other women?”

You break. His grip slightly tightens, his confidence faltering for a split second. 

“Ohh,” he remarks, an infuriating smile settling onto his face, “You’re jealous.”

“No, I’m just bored.”

He moves your wrists into his left hand, his right wrapping around to the front of your hips and under your skirt. He runs his thumb along your slit, your panties dripping with arousal. 

“Doesn’t feel like you’re bored, love,” he says, pressing harder against you, “Please, darling, tell me what’s wrong. I already miss you.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Right. And you really think I’m stupid enough to believe that? I’ve already told you what’s wrong.”

“I do miss you,” he laughs, “And, no you haven’t. You’re too smart to be truly bothered by my little stunt earlier. Somethin’ else is bothering ya– and don’t say it’s your period I know that’s not true.”

You pouted, refusing to answer the question. 

He ran a thumb over your lips, bending slightly to be able to gently kiss you. You don’t fight back. 

He lets go of your wrists and you turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders bringing him in for another kiss.

He picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, he presses you into the wall, slipping his tongue past your lips.

This is hell, you think, Just tell him you’re done.

But, then again, you weren’t. That was the issue. 

Your chest was tight and your brain foggy as you pulled away from the kiss. 

Kidd’s chest heaved with heavy, deep breaths as he began the process of regaining his composure. He slowly lowered you down the wall until your feet touched the floor. He leaned against the wall, his metal arm resting above your head, caging you in. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and cupped your face with his right hand, bringing it up to his own. You stood on the tips of your toes and he bent lower to more easily pepper your face in kisses. 

“‘m sorry lassie,” he said, between kisses, “I’m an arse.”

A huge one, you thought. 

You kissed him back, his lips salty with the taste of sweat. 

“Forgive me? Please? I… You mean a lot to me. Don’t be upset, I can't take it.” 

A smile crept onto your face. You placed a hand on his chest, it felt like touching marble. He was so difficult to resist– but your mind flashed you the image of his arm around another woman and you steeled yourself. You pushed him back, slipping out from beneath his grasp walking out of the hallway back toward your own room. 

He followed after you like a dog on a leash.

“Y/n, bonnie lass, hear me out, baby” he pleaded; You walked just fast enough to stay out of his reach, “I am sorry, love.”

You kept walking, your poor Captain trailing behind you uttering pleas, “Y/n, slow down lass, let me explain. She doesn’t mean anything to me, I just wanted to make you jealous.”

You stopped, finally having arrived at your destination.

“Make me jealous?” you repeated, turning to look at him, an expression of disgust settling on your face, “By bringing her on to OUR ship, hm? That was your genius idea, Captain? How did that work out for you?”

He sheepishly looked down at the floor, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. His cheeks were pink with embarrassment.

“Why on Earth would you ever pull some bullshit like that with me? I’d have never done that to you.” 

This did get a rise out of him, “Oh, you’d never? So leaving me last night the way you did– with no explanation and a half-assed excuse is any better? You couldn’t even look at me, you refused to kiss me! Kiss me. It only makes sense you have another man on your mind.”

Your expression slightly relaxed, “Another man– that’s what you really think? That’s what this is all about?”

Kidd was silent, his stubbornness had gotten the better of him.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to offer him an explanation. 

“Last night,” you started, “I got scared–” “Scared? Of me?”

“Kidd!”

“Right, sorry, go on then.”

“I realized…” you paused, it was harder to say to his face than you expected, “I like you.”

Kidd’s countenance softened, “Well, lass, I’d hope you like me by now.”

“No, Kidd, I like you– I love–,” you bit your bottom lip, cutting yourself off. 

Your captain’s eyes widened, before a sly smile began to spread on his face. 

You ignored it, “I get that you don’t feel the same, I know this isn’t anything… serious, but–”

His arm shot out to wrap around you and pull you into him, you brought your own hands in front of yourself to push against his chest, maintaining the distance between the two of you. 

“C’mere, lassie,” he laughed, easily overpowering you and hugging you into him, “You’re a stubborn little thing, ya know?”

You huffed, tears pooling on your lower lash line, this was all so frustrating.

“Look at me,” he said, lifting your gaze with a finger under your chin, “I love you, Y/n.”

You looked up at him and the sight of your pink, pouting lips and watery eyes made him dizzy. 

He kissed you, squeezing your cheeks with his warm hand and squeezing your waist with the metal one. You deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips, reaching behind you to open the door to his bedroom. 

Kidd understood your request plainly, picking you up and walking to his bed with you. The door shut with a harsh bang, drawing you both out of your momentary reverie. 

Your captain gently placed you on the bed, pulling back to admire you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman on the ocean, you know?”

You smiled, blowing him a kiss. Kidd turned to lock the door and started undressing, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Your anxieties had completely evaporated since his lips touched yours, you took a deep breath to process your confessions to each other. 

A smile made its way onto your features and your cheeks darkened. 

Kidd made his way back onto the bed, and pulled you into him, where you laid on top of him resting your chin on his chest. 

“I do love ya, lassie, I wasn’t joking,” he said.

“I know, Captain,” you said, visibly reassuring him. 

“Shall I help you get these off, sweetness?” he asked, tugging at the hem of your shorts.

You nod but hold up a finger, you weren’t quite done reprimanding him.

“Captain,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Yes, lovely?”

“If you ever pull some shit like that again, I’ll kill you.”

His smile dropped for a split second before he started laughing, and rolled over to pin you against the mattress. 

He bent down to kiss and suck at your neck. 

“Eustass,” you said, voice flat, “I’m serious.”

“Mmm,” he left one more kiss before answering, “I know you are, trust me.

Now let me make it up to ya.”

[sashi-ya]

エロチックトバー２０２４ > KINKTOBER 24 MASTERLIST

⚠️ tw: minors do not interact. this is purely nsfw. there are "hard" kinks (marked with a ⚠️) as well as more soft ones. please be sure to read the tws first before engaging with these stories. be aware this content is explicit, you are responsable for what you decide to read.

🐙 october 1st. impregnation. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 2nd. monster form. hoshina soshiro x f! reader 🐙 october 3rd. stepcest. portgas d. ace x f! reader ⚠️ 🐙 october 4th. spanking. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 5th. mommy/daddy. adult ichigo x f! reader 🐙 october 6th. biting. vinsmoke ichiji x f! reader 🐙 october 7th. anal. trafalgar law x m! reader

🐙 october 8th. bareback. trafalgar law x f! reader 🐙 october 9th. creampie. sabo x f! reader 🐙 october 10th. feminization. ishida uryu x f! reader 🐙 october 11th. humilliation. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 12th. lactation. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader 🐙 october 13th. face sitting. eustass kidd x f! reader 🐙 october 14th. hard sex. hibino kafka x f! reader 🐙 october 15th. rimming. orihime inoue x f! reader 🐙 october 16th. cnc. hoshina soshiro x f! reader x narumi gen ⚠️

🐙 october 18th.slave master. shanks x f! reader 🐙 october 19th.onsen/pool/water.soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 20th. toys . hirako shinji x f! reader 🐙 october 21st. knife play. soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 22nd. watersports. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader ⚠️ 🐙 october 23rd. size kink. nnoitra gilga x f! reader 🐙 october 24th. public. grimmjow x f! reader. 🐙 october 25th. dp. bazz & jugram x f! reader 🐙 october 27th. plane sex. jugram haschwalt x f! reader 🐙 october 28th. shibari. trafalgar lax x gn! reader 🐙 october 29th. cumdump. Isshin Kurosaki x f! reader

coming next.. 🐙 october 17th. threesome. aizen sosuke x f! reader x gin ichimaru - lost the file, i'll write it asap -- i have one already written with this pair, in the meantime you can enjoy this one: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

[cokou]

❝ EMBARRASSING MOMENTS DURING SEX ❞

[Multi Character Fic] [マルチキャラクターフィクション]

summary* Title itself, embarrasing moments that happen with them during the do. warnings* Smut note ✉* ~ Do not transfer or translate, this is my only account (exp. AO3), will not be crossposted anywhere.// Masterlist // PART 2

❝ TRAFALGAR LAW ❞

—When he was so focused in making you cum that he couldn't hear anything but his own heartbeats, then all of the sudden he got jumpscared by an ant biting him and he smacked you wheen he was about to kill the ant off his shoulders. [HIS POV]

—When you sucked him off and his cum choked you, at first he thought it was hot and all, until you actually didnt stop coughing and he had to perform the heimlich maneuver on you to help you breath again. [YOUR POV]

❝ EUSTASS KIDD ❞

—When he let you top him for a day, he had his hands on you to guide you. Unfortunately he was 'guiding' you so fast that his arm cramped and he threw you against the wall in pain. [HIS POV]

—When you sucked him off and he finally came, one of his pubes got into your tongue so you open your mouth to rid of it and he immediately clamped your mouth shut and told you to swallow it. You had to explain it to him and you both kept laughing. [YOUR POV]

❝ PORTGAS ACE ❞

—He had to lie to Marco and say he was gonna be out of his room by Saturday to do 'missions' somewhere, which was absolutely fake. He just said that in order to shake him off and not bother you and him. Marco bursts in his room at Saturday while you two were fucking like wild hyenas and Ace accidentally slipped off the bed and hit his head once Marco slammed the door. [BOTH YOUR POVS😭]

—When he blew air into your pussy and you queefed while he was eating you out. [YOUR POV]

❝ SABO ❞

—You asked him to whip it out which got you two on the deed not knowing that Dragon was in the same room and he had to stop you two from doing shits that weren't included in the meeting. [BOTH YOUR POVS😢]

—When he got so excited during you two's first time and in the middle of sex he bursts into flames and accidentally gave you first degree burns. [HIS POV😭]

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me

[st4rpiece]

secret attraction

SFW

characters: eustass kid x fem! reader summary: to stop killer and heat from teasing you about your crush on kid, you deflect by telling them that he was like a "brother" to you. CW: fluff, mutual pining, usage of nicknames (flower and baby), hopeless romantic kid, other: lowercase intended, not proofread, and pictures from pinterest

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you were currently in the kitchen of the Victoria Punk watching killer prepare tonight's dinner, while simultaneously listening to heat retell another one of their failed situationship's.

"i'll say it since you won't," you said pointing at killer, who is ironically avoiding your eyes "no sane person would fall for those words," you say this time pointing to heat.

"still that was 1000x better than kid’s," killer said. triggering a memory loop of all of kidd's many failed attempts at courting you, with the worst one ending in a cold war that surprisingly lasted two days.

"why are you saying it like you're surprised?" you said jokingly earning a chuckle from heat. “that's cause we are.”

"on a more serious note, flower, what do you think of kid?," killer asked "casually." he was aware of you and kidd's mutual attraction for each other. after listening to yet another one of kidd's rants about how dense you were he decided to help his captain out.

"of the captain? what about him?" you managed to ask calmly as if the question didn’t cause your heart to skip a heartbeat.

"what killer means is, do you like the captain?" heat asked bluntly. him and killer both analyzing your face for any sort of reaction.

"i mean, yeah i-i like him," you said with a slight nervousness in your tone.

“not as a captain, flower” killer reiterates “do you like him romantically?”

“w-what? no. no,” you were lying and with the way they were both looking at you, you knew they thought so too.

"really?" they asked simultaneously.

"yes, really. kid is like the cool older brother to me." you instantly regretted those words as they left your mouth.

he’s like a cool brother?!? who the hell says shit that about their crush?!?

at the same time, kid was making his way to his workshop when he happened to catch killer's words as he passed by the kitchen. his heart pounding against his chest as he stood still waiting for your answer.

cool older brother?

those were words kid never thought he'd hear, especially not out your mouth. he stood right by the door, unable to move. a wave of anger and frustration washed over him, cracking his usual confident demeanor. kid was never one to hide his emotions, so with a clenched fist, and a flared-up temper, he entered the kitchen.

"like a cool older brother?” he scoffed, “fuck! are you serious, flower?" kid’s voice was laced with irritation as his sudden presence shocked everyone in the room. "do i look like the fucking brotherly type to you?"

you had the quickest reaction time to his sudden appearance as you subconsciously tried to appease his anger by explaining yourself. "i didn't mean it like that, captain, it's just...”

kid scoffed. "whatever. if that's how you see me, then fine." he said, cutting you off before leaving the room.

the once light and comfortable atmosphere in the kitchen turned to a silent and dense one.

the following days after that, kdd was not hiding the foul mood that he was in, as he made it everyone's problem. with killer even pointing out that his already short temper, shortened (if that was even possible). kid was even more reckless now, throwing himself into constant battles, purposefully as he was trying to drown out the confusion and hurt that he felt.

he couldn't understand why you would say something like that, especially when he had been nothing but clear (as clear as kid could be) about his feelings. and yet you saw him as a “brother?" the word alone was enough to get him riled up. making whoever on the receiving end of his anger wish they weren’t.

one the fourth day of his tantrum (as killer called it), you approached him as he was working in his shop. you were expecting him to tell you to leave but no matter how upset he was at you, kid didn’t have it in him to turn you away. sulking or not, he would fulfill any request you had.

"what do you want?" he asked gruffly.

"we need to talk," you said firmly as you made your way to his workbench. "about what i said the other day."

kid motions you to sit on the chair not far from his bench. "whenever you’re ready flower." he says giving you his undivided attention.

despite his words, he was in a guarded stance (arm crossed with limited expression) causing your confidence to falter a bit. so instead of making eye contact like you had planned, you ended up staring at his coat while you spoke.

"when i said you were like a "cool older brother" to me, i wanted you to know that i just said that to get the boys off my back.” hearing this kid’s defensive stance loosened a bit.

which you took as a positive sign to continue, “i was also scared that you didn't feel the same way i did."

kid’s eyes widened, his previous anger no longer present as he made sense of your words. "wait, what? you mean...?"

"yes," you interrupted, your voice trembling ever so slightly. "i like you, captain. a lot actually. i just didn't want to take any chances in case you saw me as nothing more than just another subordinate."

kid felt a mixture of relief and disbelief at your words.

"just another subordinate?? oh baby, you are much more than that," his voice was so uncharacteristically low you almost missed his words.

he took a deep breath, his intense eyes locking onto yours. "flower, you make me feel things i didn't think were possible. i can't even go a day without thinking about you, and fuck! it drives me crazy."

stepping closer, he reaches out to grab your hand, his grip firm yet tender. "baby, i want to be yours in the same way i want you to be mine," he confesses, letting go of your hand and instead reaching out for your face with the same tenderness.

"i want to be the one who puts that sweet smile on your face." his calloused thumb brushing over your lips, with a softness in his touch. "i know i can be hot-headed, loud, and reckless so i hope you'd bear with me as i learn to make you feel as special as you make me feel."

the unexpected gentleness in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes, and the tenderness from his hands. the rough, fierce exterior you had always known seemed to melt away, revealing a vulnerable side of kid that you had never seen before.

as his words sank in, you felt a wave of emotions crash over you. tears swelled up in your eyes as you felt an overwhelming sense of relief from hearing his heartfelt confession.

his hands, still on your face, wiped away your tears as they fell. "these are happy tears," you manage to tell him in between your sobbing, earning a light chuckle.

"i hope so," he says, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

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kid named his ship after the girl he loved, taking a part of her along with him on his journey. you can't convince me that he isn't the "gentle but only to my partner" kind of person. you just can't.

with that being said i hope you guys, gals, and pals enjoyed!!

[matchadobo]

KIDD; aphrodisiac

wc: 2592

summary: kidd took an aphrodisiac but he suddenly becomes overwhelmingly sweet.

warning/s: 🔞, nsfw, fem reader, married reader and kidd, fluff seggs?

kidd rarely becomes sweet. he's so shy about it he mostly goes tsundere on you when you tease him about it. even during intimate times, kidd always go rough, far from sweet. but not enough to hurt you though. you'll always have bruises and hand and bite marks across the surface of your skin each time you two finish. he's always proud of it, not that you mind it anyways. as a matter of fact, you love it.

so it baffled you, froze up your nerves from head to toe as kidd latched onto you with the sole need of warmth and cuddles in the middle of the day.

it happened one sunny afternoon, the heat was slowly becoming unbearable as the clock approached three. you were in the middle of a conversation with one of the girls since kidd and the boys went out for a drink. yes, they do this often in the middle of the day.

it didn't occur to you that they had already returned, not before kidd crashed by the couch and grumbled on your skin as he pulled you closer in an abruptly it elicited a squeal from you, cutting you off midsentence.

"missed you." he mumbled on your skin, almost sounding unintelligible as he slurred from the liquor that wafted from his mouth. "you smell nice, really nice." he gave your shoulder a peck, nuzzling his nose deep at the your collarbones where your perfume was most concentrated.

you guys were left alone by the crewmates you were initially talking to, sensing the possible escalation of events. heat rose up to your cheeks and you tried fighting the sudden spiking of your heart rate, but his firm grip on you only made your situation worse.

"what's up, kidd? are you... did you have too much to drink?" you tried looking down to search and meet his eyes. he looked at you with a half-lidded gaze, pools of amber saturating his irises yet not a speck of soberness evident.

"somethin' wrong with snugglin'?" he cocked a brow, a pout following after. "thoughtcha like the part where i cuddle and shit. well, you're in luck, bonnie. i'm cravin' one and i don't plan on lettin' go."

where's your lover and who possessed his body at this moment? kidd would NEVER say this even at gunpoint. he always says those soft lovey dovey shit you bring up is not his thing, but he never deprives you of it of course. he just doesn't initiate it on his own. which led you to believe that he was indeed not the romantic type.

"drank this thing- 's new and the barista recommended it. 's the kind you always order so i figured tryin' it. a gin and tonic, strawberry flavoured. too tame for me at first, walked here fine. but as soon as i saw you, think it kicked in." he narrated languidly, sometimes slurring.

you snorted, from the flow of his speech and the absurdity of his claimed cause for his behavior.

"so a strawberry gin and tonic made you act all cuddly?" you asked, stifling a smile and laugh.

"not only that, dove." his flesh hand stroked the bare skin of your thigh, riding up under your skirt until it teased the thin fabric of your panties. "'s not only the cuddles i want."

spit got stuck on your throat and you coughed a bit. feeling his fingers poke at the top of your cunt made you sweat a little bit.

"w-we shouldn't-" you tried standing up, but he held you securely on your place.

"why?" his voice was gentle, sincerely curious with a genuine glint of begging in his eyes. "'s my ship. i'm the captain. you're my wife. my sweet, angel wife. anythin' wrong messin' around in 'ere?" his hands dug deeper to palm your cunt, one of his fingers poking in with the cloth rubbing inside you mildly. "you look extra nice today so wipe that frown of your face, aye? or else i will." his kisses peppered your arm down to your shoulder.

"what's gotten into you? you're suddenly so... clingy and sweet." you squirmed under his touch, furiously stifling the moan that pleads to come out of you. the pace of your heart was also parallel with the rapid thoughts in your brain. puzzling questions that were prompted by kidd's sloppy kisses down to your forearm and onto your hand, especially close to your ring finger.

kidd reached over to your ear and whispered, "somethin' in me is screamin', it's beggin' to just come out to bend you over and fuck you here in front of the crew. but at the same time, i also can't let you go because i'm dyin' for you. you're drivin' me crazy, bonnie. when your hair is tied up like that, with your damn perfume's extra pungent, and your clothes fittin' a little too tight. it is all too much for me. and maybe you're right, i had too damn much of that gin and tonic i'm starting to get real dizzy." he pinched his temples, the gruffness of his voice mediated the beat of your heart into a much faster pace as the red in your cheeks into a darker hue of red. "but i know that as a matter of fuckin' fact, i am mad for you and your body. i want to keep touchin' and playin' the hell out of it. i feel different and you have somethin' to do with it. i'm most definitely not lettin' you go."

you took a deep breath as the symptoms somehow correlate with the town's special you saw on one of the banners by the docks. "this is quite possibly the craziest thing to ever happen, but did you drink an aphrodisiac?"

"why does it matter?"

"an aphrodisiac heightens sexual desires, kidd. fucking hell, did you not even ask the bartender?" you latched off away from him, trying to sober him up. but you know damn well that's not gonna cut it. you need to fuck it out of him.

"that must be why i'm rock hard right now, or is it the way you're beratin' me?" he reached for your hand once more, stroking your knuckles down to your nails before placing a kiss on it.

you sighed heavily, running fingers through your hair. now you have to deal with his state of heat. not that you hate it.

"aaah don't go angry on me now, aye? why don't we bond a little? lately, we've got our own shit going on. 'bout time we catch up, whatcha say?" he snakes his hand around your waist, gripping firmly as he rested his head on your mounds. "maybe this aphrobullshit finally brings us together so help me out here, hm?" he dragged your hand atop the tent of his pants, his boner painfully growing big and suffocating at the restriction of his clothing.

"since when do you fucking speak like that? you're acting...kind. i'm anxious." it's a joke, but it really does unsettle you. and intrigues you.

"am i?" a smile gradually curved up his lips, studying your face as he inched closer. grinning as he found you adorable at your dubious expression. "what are you thinkin'?"

"i gotta deal with your bullshit again, huh?"

kidd chuckled as a response, scooping you up in a bridal carry towards your shared quarters. not minding the lingering and following glances that comes your way. moreso the scandalous remarks on his menacing boner he didn't give a fuck how obscene it looked as he marched across the deck. all he wanted was to gaze at your shy and laughing state.

he sat down at the edge of the bed before settling you on his lap, something different and foreignly gentle for him. he trailed kisses by the curve of your jaw, sucked softly on your pulse, and warmed his cold hands on your body under your shirt.

you recoiled a little from feeling ticklish at his light touches, if it weren't for his support on your back, you would've fell.

in hopes of servicing him too, you started grinding atop his length. but he stopped mid kiss to stop you.

"mm-mm, no need for that, bonnie. you can stay put." he started. "i want you to keep it nice and steady. keep it between your folds, aye? ain't it more intimate?"

"intimacy, huh? i didn't think you'd have any romance in you. usually, i gotta force it into you."

"hm? think you can handle it now?" he tucked your hair at the back of your ear before having a steady hold on your jaw and cheek as he connected lips with you, smiling as he did so.

sex with kidd will always be fast paced and eager. clothes don't even act as a barrier, he WILL fuck you even in it. but right now, he did everything slowly as he took his time unbuttoning your shirt. he felt your skin up, detaching his lips away from you just to plant kisses on your chest and arms.

tossing the garment away, he worked his hands up to the hooks of your bra. he clicked them off skillfully, with months or even years of practice from your past intercourses. as your breasts came unrestrained, he held each one and sucked on the bundle of nerves one after the other.

you swallowed hardly, pressing his head further in your chest. the sound and feel of his kisses messed with your mind. he was carnal yet calm, he had you under a firm grip yet his touch and movements were soft. he didn't bite you as hard as he usually does and instead focused on making you feel good.

he stood up and turned around while still carrying you in a stable manner, his lips still glued on peppering your chest. he then placed you down the mattress; yes, placed you down gently at that. as oppose to what he usually does, which is throw you down the bed. not that you mind that bit, adds a bit of spiciness in your bedroom adventures. but his tenderness has somehow tinged at the way your heart beats.

"you're a little too gentle now, it's scaring me." you remarked, giggling a little at the way he smiled back. "part of me thought all you knew was to slam me down the bed."

"seems like you miscalculated. enjoy it while it lasts, aye?" he carried on giving service to you as he lets his kisses cascade down your abdomen, pinching your skin a little at the squishy parts.

kidd slid your skirt off along with your soaked panties. kissing your ankles up to your shin, and your thighs in such a soft, baby touch. his fingertips gliding smoothly down your lower extremities as he grazes his lacquered nails gingerly down your sides. as if he's exploring your body the first time.

"i-it tickles!" you squealed a little, knees folding as his touch scratched a laugh out of you.

he smiled against your skin while he neared your cunt. he placed his hands on your groin and started kissing your sopping core vertically. he closed his eyes, soaking in the flavor of you. you threw your head back and shut your eyes, tugging on his hair as he retained his relaxed pace in drinking you up.

but his hands kept grazing tenderly across your body. he can't get enough of touching you it seems. until he finally lost his patience, not even letting you cum. he stood up and gave his length a few pumps, spitting on it to lube it up.

"really? missionary?" you asked, panting as you try to recover from your high and brace yourself from what's about to come. "you never do this, baby. it's fine. i don't know what craziness that gin and tonic filled you up with but i know you won't want this position to satisfy that painful boner."

"somethin' wrong with doing your favorite position? and hey, we did this plenty of times! on our honeymoon and...on your birthday..." he looked away, embarrassed at his conclusion. kidd really is an ass man after all, why else would he want to not see his favorite part of you during sexy times? much more when he's craving it tenfold?

"look, the aphrodisiac won't go away if you don't cum. or even relieved of that sexual fever you have. we can do reverse or doggy, it's oka-"

"enough yappin'. i may not see that blessed ass of yours, i can cum very well enough if i just see you whorin' over my cock, aye?" he grinned, it's like the old kidd was back all over again. except his voice was somewhat kinder, devoid of that gruff and coarse tone he always holds during sex coated with commands.

and so he began. as the first stretch came, both of you took a deep breath. no matter how much you two do it, it still drives you to the ends of the earth at how incredible he stretches you out. he settled until the head of his cock touches your cervix, making you squirm a little; a habit of his. grinning at you as he did so, proud of what he did to you.

he propped himself up with his arms so he could be close to you and you wrap your legs around his waist, pressing him deeper in you. he even choked at the feeling with his cock getting squeezed inside.

"ready?"

"since when does eustass kidd ever ask?"

then it felt like your honeymoon again. or the night you two first fucked. when he first slides it in and you two share an exhale at the impact, same as now. he made sure to press foreheads with you, looking you deep in the eye as your agape lips barely touch and brush against each other periodically.

"y-you are so fuckin' tight, we oughta do missionary often, aye?" he fisted the sheets beside your head.

"that's on you, you'd rather see my ass." you choked out, rolling your eyes as he tried adjusting himself and your walls started tightening around him. "so s-shut up and start moving."

he laughed a little, linking fingers with you before finally pacing back and forth. he took his time sliding in and out of you, not enough to cause friction at his pace nor overstimulate you. he wanted it to be slow, to look deep in your eyes as he watched you drift into that state where you go completely stupid over how good he fills you up.

"all it took was a damn drug to make you go sweet, is that it?" you smiled, fingers latching off of his grip to reach over and hold his face between your hands.

he blushed more than usual, his eyes are a little glassy, his ears are redder, and his movements stuttered. after all, his length was throbbing a little too hard in you.

"hey, i'm sweet." he got defensive. furrowing his brows as he inched back a little, seeming to be offended at your remark. "i-i'll take you out tomorrow, dinner. maybe watch somethin'. buy you those shoes you want, or a nice dress. then we'll take a bath by the tub, buy some wine and tulips or somethin'." he looked away, hiding his face and the way he's beet red right now.

"oh my god. i'm about to get a whole barrel of that gin and tonic, kidd!"

this is totally canon i know so 😤

[uboinlubo]

I’mma date the fuck outta them

[inseobts]

Worse than him

eustass kid x reader

a/n: reader is inspired by jinx from arcane

words count: 3k

tags: fluff, fight, b0mbs

masterlist // ko-fi

Sabaody Archipelago is where pirates running wild, marines scrambling to keep up, and an air of pure anarchy hovering over the island. For most, it’s a place to lay low, but for Eustass Kid and his crew? It’s a playground.

“You call this a challenge?” Kid’s voice booms, echoing across the street. A wrecked marine battleship lies behind him, its parts floating mid-air in a cyclone of metal. He glares at the remaining marines, daring them to make a move “Pathetic. Bring me someone who can actually fight!”

“Captain, you’re so commanding today!” you call out, standing on a pile of rubble nearby. Your hands are full of homemade explosives, and your face is lit up like a child on a sugar high “It’s so hot when you yell at people.”

Kid glances at you, half smirking “Shut it, y/n, and start pulling your weight.”

“Pull my weight?” you pout, tossing one of the grenades into a crowd of panicked marines. The explosion sends them flying, and you beam at Kidd “I’m pulling my weight and yours. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Killer groans from the sidelines, wiping blood off his scythe “Can you two flirt after we’re done here?”

Nearby, the Straw Hats and Heart Pirates are watching from the shadows, having accidentally stumbled upon the chaos.

“Who the hell is that?” Zoro mutters, squinting at you as you blow a kiss toward Kidd mid-explosion.

“She’s with Eustass Kid” Law replies, adjusting his hat with a smirk. “Looks like his kind of crazy.”

“They’re terrifying” Usopp whispers, clutching his slingshot like a lifeline “She’s scarier than him! Did you see her laughing just now?!”

“She’s… kind of adorable” Sanji says, hearts in his eyes “A beautiful woman with a fiery spirit.”

“Fiery spirit?” Nami huffs, crossing her arms “She just threw a grenade at a group of people!”

“She’s like a wild animal” Robin muses, smiling faintly “Completely unpredictable.”

“And completely insane” Franky adds, adjusting his sunglasses. “That’s some SUPER chaos over there.”

"That Kidd is like a monster anyway, we should run and leave" Usopp says trying to convince everyone to move.

Back in the fray, you’re causing a spectacle as usual. A group of marines rushes toward you, and instead of running, you grin and pull out a smoke bomb, throwing it at your feet. When the smoke clears, you’ve vanished, only to reappear seconds later behind Usopp.

“A monster?” you echo, your voice sweet and dangerous, making Usopp jump and hide behind Robin. Then your eyes drift to Kidd, who’s stomping toward a group of bounty hunters with a murderous look on his face “No… He’s perfect.”

They all blink, and Nami takes courage for one sacond to say “Perfect? He’s...he’s a lunatic!” before hiding behind Robin with Usopp.

“Oh, I know” You sigh, clutching your chest dramatically “But don’t worry... I can fix him”

You whisper the last part but somehow Killer could overhear from a few feet away and he doesn’t even hesitate to yell at you “Girl, you’re worse than him!”

The Strawhats and Heart Pirates, except for Law, collectively flinch, while you scratch your head with a shy smile, "don't believe him, he's a just a big liar" But then your smile drops and you start to run towards Killer screming "I'm gonna make him pay!"

“She’s worse?!” Usopp squeaks after you are far enough “Worse than him?!”

“That’s impressive” Robin says, watching you with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Disturbing” Nami mutters.

“I like her!” Luffy announces with a laugh.

“Of course you do” Zoro grumbles.

Sanji, meanwhile, is practically swooning “She’s an untamed goddess. A true queen of destruction.”

On the battlefield, you saunter back to Kidd, who just finished throwing a group of marines into the horizon “Captain, I scared away an entire squad! Aren’t you proud of me?”

Kidd snorts but doesn’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. Instead of answering, he grabs a twisted hunk of metal from the debris and hurls it without looking, nailing a marine who was creeping up behind you. Then, his gaze snaps back to yours, intense and full of something unspoken, “You’re lucky I don’t throw you next.”

“You’d miss me too much” you reply, sticking out your tongue.

Kidd’s smirk widens, and for a second, the battlefield feels miles away. His fingers twitch at his side like he wants to reach for you, but instead, he scoffs and turns away with a huff.

The banter makes the onlookers cringe.

“They’re flirting...” Brook says.

“Flirting?” Franky shudders “That’s what you call flirting?”

“Whatever it is, it’s terrifying” Usopp mutters.

“It’s romantic! It should have been me…” Sanji protests, clasping his hands together.

Meanwhile, Kidd and the rest of his crew decide it’s time to leave before more reinforcements arrive. As they retreat, you blow a kiss toward the Strawhats and Heart Pirates, who are still standing there in the shadows.

“See you around!” you call out, laughing as you skip after Kidd.

Just as you reach him, Kidd grabs your wrist—firm, possessive. He tugs you closer until your bodies almost touch, the heat between you as electrified as the air after one of his attacks.

“Quit messin’ around” he grumbles, but his thumb brushes your skin before he lets go.

You only smirk, eyes glinting. “Admit it. You like it when I do.”

Kidd doesn’t respond, but the way he doesn’t let you stray too far speaks volumes.

“They’re insane” Nami says finally, shaking her head.

“They’re perfect for each other” Robin adds with a small smile.

“Perfectly awful” Zoro mutters.

Sanji sighs, hearts still in his eyes “She’s the woman of my dreams.”

The prison gates of Udon slam shut behind Eustass Kid, and for the first time in a long time, you are completely and utterly… alone.

Killer is missing. The rest of the crew is scattered. And Kidd, your fiery, angry anchor, is gone, dragged away.

The empty wasteland around Udon stretches for miles, but you don’t even notice. You're sitting cross-legged on a large boulder, twirling a dagger between your fingers. Your usual manic grin missing, replaced by a scowl.

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, staring at the horizon where Kidd disappeared. He’s stubborn, he’s infuriating, and he’s not supposed to get caught. Not without you.

“Idiots” you mutter, flicking the blade into the dirt “They just had to get caught, didn’t they? Now I’m stuck out here, babysitting myself.”

Your voice echoes in the silence, and for once, you don’t find it funny. The loneliness itches at the edges of your mind, and for a brief moment, your manic energy dims.

Then you hear footsteps crunching through the dirt.

Your head snaps up, and the grin is back instantly, sharp, wild, and unpredictable. You grab your dagger and hop to your feet.

“Who’s there?” you call, your voice lilting with mock sweetness. “Friend? Foe? Someone dumb enough to get too close?”

Out of the shadows steps Sanji.

He freezes mid-step, blinking. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other.

“Oh,” you say, tilting your head “A pretty boy. What are you doing all the way out here, handsome?”

Sanji’s initial shock fades instantly, replaced by his usual swooning expression “A goddess like you shouldn’t be out here all alone!” he says, bowing dramatically “Allow me to escort you to safety!”

You blink at him, and then, unexpectedly, you laugh. It’s not the sharp, chaotic laugh that usually leaves people unsettled, but something softer, more genuine.

“Safety?” you echo, wiping a tear from your eye “Oh, pretty boy, that’s cute. But I like it out here. No rules, no captain yelling at me to ‘stop blowing things up.’ It’s perfect!”

Sanji straightens, clearly unsure how to handle you “You’re… not scared?”

“Scared?” You smirk, twirling your dagger “Of what? The big scary Beast Pirates? Please. I could handle them in my sleep.”

Sanji scratches the back of his head, glancing around nervously “You’re, uh… not with Kaido, are you?”

The question makes you laugh again, this time the unhinged, unsettling kind “Kaido? Oh, no, no, no. I’m with me. And sometimes I’m with my captain. But right now?” You spread your arms wide, spinning in a slow circle “It’s just little old me against the world.”

Sanji doesn’t know what to make of you. On the one hand, you’re clearly dangerous. On the other hand…

“Little old you, huh?” he says, smirking slightly.

Your grin widens “You catch on quick, pretty boy. What’s your name, anyway?”

“Sanji. Cook of the Straw Hat Pirates.”

“Straw Hat…?” You narrow your eyes, thinking “Oh! You mean that idiot who got himself thrown in prison with my captain?”

Sanji stiffens “Your captain? Wait...how could I forget a beauty like you!! You are part of Kid’s crew!”

“Ding, ding, ding!” you sing, clapping your hands “Give the man a prize!”

Sanji’s instinct is to back away slowly, but before he can, you lean in closer, examining him like a scientist studying a specimen.

“You’re funny” you say, tilting your head “And kinda cute. Maybe if I met you before Kidd, you’d stand a chance.”

Sanji swallows hard. “Uh… Really???? thanks?”

Your smirk falters, just for a moment. You glance toward the prison again, shoulders tensing before you quickly mask it with your usual bravado. But Sanji doesn’t miss the way your fingers tighten around the hilt of your dagger, like it’s the only thing keeping you steady.

“Have you… heard anything about them?” you ask softly, almost too quietly for Sanji to hear “Kid or Killer?”

The question catches him off guard. He’s not sure how to respond to this version of you, the one that isn’t grinning or threatening or tossing explosives.

“I’m not sure” he says finally “But… if they’re as stubborn as you, I’m sure they’re fine.”

You stare at him for a beat too long, and for once, Sanji doesn’t see wild amusement in your eyes but just raw, unspoken worry. Then, just like that, you snap back into place, a smirk tugging at your lips as you punch him lightly on the shoulder.

“Good answer” you say, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “I guess I won’t use you for target practice.”

Sanji smiles nervously, lighting a cigarette “Glad to hear it.”

“Come on,” you say, turning on your heel and motioning for him to follow. “Let’s find somewhere less boring to be.”

“Wait—what?”

“You’re with me now, pretty boy! Let’s make some chaos!”

Sanji sighs, but there’s a small, resigned smile on his face “This is going to be a nightmare, or a dream?”

You glance back at him with a knowing grin, your eyes glinting in the dim light.

“Oh, absolutely” you reply cheerfully, not really answering his question.

Sanji brings you back to the others after realizing you’re a magnet for chaos, and that leaving you alone in Wano might cause more problems for everyone.

When you meet the rest of the Strawhats, their reactions range from mild amusement to outright terror.

“Sanji. Explain” Nami demands, rubbing her temples. “Why did you bring her here?”

Sanji straightens his tie, trying to look nonchalant “Well, my dear Nami-swan, leaving a breathtaking lady like her alone in this dangerous place would be unforgivable!” He clears his throat. “And, uh… she might set something on fire.”

“That crazy one from Kid’s crew?” Zoro’s voice is flat, his hand already on the hilt of his sword. “Are we seriously doing this?”

“She’s not dangerous!” Sanji insists, trying to look calm, though sweat is running down his temple “Well, not to us. Probably.”

“Not dangerous?” Usopp squeaks, hiding behind Nami “Did you see the explosives? She’s definitely dangerous!”

You ignore their bickering, tilting your head as you survey the group. “So you’re the Straw Hats, huh? You don’t look as dumb as your captain.”

“Luffy’s not dumb!” Chopper snaps, puffing up his chest.

“Chopper, don’t provoke her!” Usopp hisses.

You crouch to Chopper’s eye level, grinning “Aww, look at you. You’re adorable. Maybe I won’t blow you up, either.”

Chopper freezes, torn between pride at being called adorable and terror at the implied threat.

“Anyway” Nami cuts in, arms crossed “why are you here, exactly? Shouldn’t you be off with your own crew?”

The question wipes the grin off your face. For a moment, you look almost lost “Kidd got himself thrown in prison, with your Captain” you admit “Killer’s missing. I don't know about the others. I’m the only one left.”

Robin watches you closely, her eyes narrowing in thought “And what about you?” she asks “What’s your plan?”

Your grin returns, sharper than ever. “Oh you're really beautiful! You sure you don’t want to run away with me instead? Anyway I don’t need a plan. I’ll just wing it.”

“That explains a lot,” Zoro mutters.

“Wait, wait, wait” Usopp interrupts, waving his arms “She doesn't seem that bad right now but why is she here? She's still from Kid’s crew? That guy’s a psychopath how can we trust her!”

At that, your entire demeanor shifts. You straighten, your grin turning into a challenging smirk “Careful what you say about my Captain” you warn, your voice low.

“Oh no” Usopp whispers, shrinking behind Franky.

“He’s not wrong, though” Zoro says casually.

You look at him, tilting your head, and then grin wider “Oh, I know. He’s terrible, but he’s my kind of terrible.”

“Wait,” Nami says, holding up a hand “Let me get this straight because I love myself some gossip. He yells constantly, gets into fights every five minutes, and has the worst temper imaginable… and you like him?”

You laugh, twirling a knife in your fingers “Like him? Sweetheart, I’d set the world on fire for him.”

The group collectively recoils.

“She’s insane” Zoro says flatly.

“She’s so romantic” Sanji argues.

“She’s going to kill us all” Usopp wails.

"She's funny" Robin says smiling at her and you smile back.

The group groans collectively, but secretly, some of them are starting to like you. A little. Maybe.

The sun is barely starting to set when you finally find them.

Kidd and Killer, both still recovering from what happened in prison, stand on the outskirts of the battlefield. The war in Wano is about to kick off, and you’re not one to miss a front-row seat to the chaos. The Strawhats and Heart Pirates are already preparing for the inevitable, but you have something else on your mind: your boys.

“Kid! Killer!” you yell, rushing forward, a wild grin spreading across your face.

Kidd looks up first, his cold gaze piercing through the chaos around him. For a second, he just stares, as if making sure you’re really there. When he spots you, his lips twitch upward into an almost imperceptible smirk.

Something in your chest loosens.

“I thought you’d have blown something up by now” Killer remarks, crossing his arms with a smirk that, despite the mask, you can tell is amused.

“Not yet, but I’m working on it!” You hold up your knife, a wicked gleam in your eyes “Wanna make things more interesting?”

Kidd grunts, clearly still in his “don’t give a damn” mood, but there’s an edge of relief in his voice “I see you’re still the same.”

“Of course! What did you expect? I’m not the kind of girl who changes just because of a little alone time.” You flash them a mischievous wink “Besides, I wasn’t really alone”

Killer laughs dryly, clearly not sure whether he should be worried “that’s good”

Kidd’s eyes narrow slightly “What do you mean?”

You smirk, stepping closer, knowing exactly what you’re doing “I made some… interesting friends while you were locked up.”

“Tch.” Kidd scoffs, but there’s something sharp in his gaze. “You’re trouble.”

You lean in just slightly, voice dropping into something more teasing “And you love that about me.”

For once, Kidd doesn’t fire back. He just exhales through his nose, tilting his head at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

You clap Killer on the shoulder, causing him to stiffen “Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff. I can’t wait to see all the destruction.”

At this point, the rest of the group catches up to you, Zoro, Nami, and the rest of the Strawhats, along with the Heart Pirates, have gathered, watching the reunion with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and a little bit of fear.

Nami grins at you “You found them!”

“Of course I did. You didn’t think I’d leave my poor Captain behind, did you?” You turn back to Kid and Killer “These are the Straw Hats. You’re gonna love them. Probably.”

“Love them?” Zoro snorts, rolling his eyes.

“She’s already trying to make us all blow up” Usopp adds, gesturing vaguely to the chaos around you.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that bad.” You wink at Usopp. “Unless you want to make things fun. Then, we can talk about explosions, I saw you use a similar technique anyway”

“You’re insane” Franky says, his robotic eye narrowing at you.

“Well, someone has to be. Might as well be me.” You grin widely.

Luffy suddenly hops forward “Hey, hey! We’re gonna be awesome together! So fun!!”

You nod enthusiastically, your eyes glinting with excitement. “Absolutely” you look at Kid, then back at Luffy “Though, I think your idea of fun might be a little different from mine.”

Zoro, trying to stay focused, huffs “Can we stop with the chit-chat? The war’s about to begin.”

“Right!” You clap your hands, finally taking a step back and getting into the serious mood “Let’s do this. Just remember, I’m not responsible for any ‘accidental’ explosions.”

Kid rolls his eyes but finally speaks up. “Don’t blow me up.”

You place a hand on your chest, feigning innocence “Oh, Kid, you wound me.” Then, after a beat, your voice drops, and you flash him a sly smile “I always make sure you walk away in one piece.”

Kidd doesn’t reply immediately, but his jaw clenches slightly, his smirk lingering just a little too long.

And then, the war begins.

It’s pure chaos from the start. The clash of swords, the explosions, the screams, and the shouts of warriors all around you, it’s the kind of battlefield you thrive in. It’s almost as if the chaos is where you truly come alive.

You find yourself charging headfirst into the fray, with Kidd and Killer close behind. The Strawhats and Heart Pirates are close by, taking on their own foes. You’re all part of the same fight now. There’s an undeniable bond forming between you and your new allies.

As you duck beneath a swing of a blade, you roll to the side, barely avoiding being cleaved in two. You throw a knife, hitting the enemy square in the chest, and grin as they fall to the ground.

“Oh, you’re all so predictable.” You say, practically skipping over their bodies. “You’ve got to mix it up more, or this’ll be over too quickly.”

Your laughter rings out, and in the midst of the battle, your eyes lock with Kidd’s for a split second. His lip curls into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but something shifts in the air between you two. You feel a spark.

Robin, on the other side of the battlefield, has been watching you, her calm demeanor contrasting yours. She tilts her head thoughtfully and smirks.

You throw a playful wink her way.

Zoro is the next to speak, though his tone is oddly respectful. “You’re… not the worst, I guess. I mean, you seem perfect for him—chaotic, dangerous, and a little insane. Maybe more than a little.”

You laugh, twirling another knife in your hand. “You have no idea, sweetheart. But we make it work.” You glance over to Kidd, who’s taking down a group of enemies with brutal efficiency. “He’s like a wild storm, and I’m the lightning that follows him.”

You throw a glance at Kidd, and for just a moment, the two of you share a silent, knowing look—a fleeting exchange that’s heavier than it seems.

Killer, walking beside you, shakes his head in amusement “I'm actually impressed by this metaphor, it's perfect”

“You know I'm smart” you say with a grin, your voice a mix of affection and madness “Hey, if we survive this, maybe we can all have a drink after. I like the strawhats”

“Just don’t blow the bar up” Kidd grumbles, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Promises, promises” you sing back, dodging another strike and lunging forward with a wild, chaotic laugh. “Come on, guys! Let’s make sure we leave our mark on Wano!”

The battle rages on, but you and Kidd seem to gravitate toward each other. A few more waves of enemies fall under your combined onslaught. Every time you find yourself near him, his eyes catch yours, a brief, almost tender moment between the chaos.

As the last of the forces retreat and the dust settles, you stand side by side, both covered in sweat and grime, but your smiles say it all.

You turn to Kidd, eyes glinting mischievously “Well, we did it. I guess you could say we’re... unstoppable together.”

He looks at you, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. His voice is quieter now, softer than it’s been all day “You’re more trouble than you’re worth... but yeah. Maybe we are.”

Without warning, you step closer, your heart pounding as your fingers brush against his arm. Kidd doesn’t step back. Instead, he leans in just enough that the distance between you is minimal, your breath mingling. The battlefield seems to disappear, leaving only the two of you in the midst of a storm of emotions.

“You know,” you whisper, “I think I’m starting to like you even more than the explosions.”

Kidd’s eyes narrow, but there's something different in his gaze now. “Then you’ll love this,” he mutters, and before you can say another word, his lips crash against yours.

For a moment, everything else fades. The noise of the battle, the world around you—it’s all gone. The kiss is fierce, hungry, as though it’s been a long time coming, and the chaos of the battlefield now feels like a distant memory.

When he pulls away, both of you are breathless.

“Never a dull moment with you,” he says with a smirk.

You grin back, your heart racing “Not a chance.”

[kaivenom]

One piece men first reaction to having a wet dream about you

Characters: Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Kid, Killer, Law

Warnings: NSFW, obviously

A/N: i am starting to think that i will put some of the future preferences with multiple parts, to give the One Piece Dilf a place too.

Masterlist

Monkey D. Luffy

Is surprised, a lot. He was dreaming about meat and suddently it transformed in your body, naked.

The cream of cakes and the juices from the meat covering all your body in a revealing pose.

When he oppened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling trying to process why you were on his dream.

Then he realized how his stomach felt strange and his pants incredibly tight.

He knew that feeling wasn't from hunger, so he let his hand travel to his crotch and palm it thru the underwear.

It felt really good, he finally slided his hand on his underwear and started to pump slowly his cock.

All he could think about is your body and how good would that image look in front of him.

When he was on the edge of cumming, he realized that maybe it he should go talk to you.

A broken moan escaped his lips while he got up from the bed, with a painfully hard member.

He needed to know if you can help him.

Roronoa Zoro

He feels "horrified", he tents to avoid feelings, talks or being emotional involved with anyone.

So, when he dream about you sucking him off with a smile, he got into a really bad mood.

Everyone noticed but nobody could know why, he got especially tense when you were around.

The end point came on lunch, when he had to saw you eat a hot dog, his mind went crazy of reminiscing all the things from his dream.

He went fast to the crow's net and tried to workout all the feelings away.

He got hard, really hard, to the point he couldn't concentrate on nothing.

After a whole hour of changing exercizes furiously, he sat down, trembling, sweating and whimpering... but not from the workout.

With a dissapointed grunt he started to jerk off, at first crusing your name with irritation and at the end letting out breathless moans.

He cummed a lot, all over his body. His only thought while he was heading to the showers was not to bump into you.

Vinsmoke Sanji

His hand was on his pants even before he wakes up.

He moans, whimpers and sights with every touch he imagine you do to him.

The vision of your breasts bouncing while you ride him, unable to touch you because his hands are tied up, that drives him crazy.

He doesn't know if he is still asleep or he is already awake, but he cums undone with a really loud moan.

He is not very good at pretending or trying to be quiet.

Then he felt bad about dishonoring you, but felt sooo good to him.

His day went crazy from there, having some avoidant attachment we could say.

He changes between being your living servant and licking your feet to locking himself on the kitchen.

You didn't understand that, it was really weird, but in fact, he gets away to hide the boner you make him feel.

He usually controls his impulses but after that dream he can't keep his hands out of himself.

He really wanted to aproach you on the kitchen and eat you out there, but he can't .... and then he feels bad about imagine it again.

He has a huge conflict between his desires and his chivalry.

Trafalgar Law

He feels ... unproffesional, he is your captain and you are his subordinate, he can't dream about that.

He tries to stay away from you, not from guilt but from embarrasment, from seeing you and only picturing your body riding him while he presses his chest against yours.

Then as the day passed by he starts to get closer to you, not conscientiously but his body someone tried to have some contact.

A little brush on the dinning room, setting himself behind you to get something on a "higher" shelf.

He tries to find excuses to see you alone, trying to have the courage to make a move... saying it to you or kissing you but he couldn't do it.

That lead to unnecesary visits to his office, helping him with some "new" projects on the lab, giving him books, etc.

At the end you spent all the day making stupid walks around the submarine and you got so angry you yelled at him.

He won't admit this part, but you made him hard with your yells at him.

Eustass Kidd

He gets up, not surprised at all to dream about you, he knows exactly what you do to him.

But dreaming about taking you from the back, all in four, his hands on your ass pressing firmly, that caught him out off guard.

He went to take a shower and couldn't resist to jack off under the hot water.

And It works, he is not hard anymore... Until he saw you later on the deck.

He is a very direct person but also a very arrogant one.

That results in having him trying to sound like a fuck boy, making you desire him and show it, before he even tells you he wants to fuck you.

Showing of his muscles and attributes, being extra confident and dominant thinking that the kind of stuff you like.

Once he realized he doesn't need to be that extravagant and just sit there and whisper naughty things on your ears, he will win his prize.

Killer

His dream his very connected with feelings becuase you two were in missionary, you looking at him with heart eyes full of love and lust. (without his helmet)

Goes straight forward to tell you.

Very mature from him, and plus having the helmet he can hide his blush.

When you go to take breakfast, he tells you, sounding very relaxed. He is trying to hide the fact that he is still hard.

He went so fast to tell you that his member didn't catch the message yet.

He presses his body to the counter trying to hide it.

He doesn't want to scary you or make you uncomfortable, he just wants to talk things.

After that, he tries to make distance a little bit to give you time to think.

But he can't help but give small glances to your body, he can't help it... and the helmet helps to be discreet.

[takamimami]

The Supernova Captains | how they 'tell' you that they missed you.

Pairing: Kidd, Law, and Luffy x fem!reader (use of y/n)

little blurbs about how the captains tell you that they missed you when they were gone, even if they don't use those words :3

CW: SMUT, fluff and smut, cunnilingus, fingering, pretty tame/nothing crazy

🔞NSFW; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS KEEP IT MOVING🔞

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Whenever Luffy is away from you for an extended period of time, you have come to expect that the days immediately following your reunion will be spent with him hanging on you, literally. Every second he can he is either leaning on you while hugging you around your shoulders, sometimes putting more weight on you than he realizes, or he is napping with his head tucked in your lap as you gently play with his hair. He always returns from his missions exhausted, often taking extended naps that have you on the verge of being concerned, even checking that he is still breathing every once in a while. 

If he wakes up and he's not in your lap, he’ll immediately begin to look for you, craving your presence as if you two had spent a lifetime apart. He���d finally end up finding you in the kitchen, helping Sanji prepare some food for him since his routine is usually “eat, sleep, and repeat” when he is recovering from a mission. Once he finds you he’d wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his face into your back, breathing in your scent and letting out a satisfying sigh.

“Don’t know what smells better, you or the food,” he’d mutter playfully as he hung onto you like a koala, making it hard for you to stand up straight, but laughing at his compliment none the less. After his meal he would drag you with him back to his quarters, lazily plopping down on the bed with you nestled in his arms. He’d pepper gentle kisses over your face and neck as he slowly moved down your body, his kisses growing sloppier as he moved lower and lower.

“Sanji’s food is good, but this is the meal I was really missing,” he’d chuckle softly as he pulled down your shorts and moved your underwear to the side, wasting no time before gliding his tongue through your folds and circling it around your clit. Your body would squirm at the sudden sensation, and he’d throw an arm around your hip to hold you in place as he guided his tongue deeper, his nose tickling your clit as he massages your walls with his tongue.

He’d hum in satisfaction as your pussy spasmed for him, moving his mouth up to suck and lick at your clit as you push his face away, trying to catch your breath.

“‘M still hungry, Y/N,” he’d drawl, smirking as he brushes away your hands and connects his lips to your clit again as you gripped the sheets tightly, never one to deprive him of his favorite meal.

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Since it always seems like he is off doing side quests, Law makes it very well known that he missed you, especially if the mission was any bit stressful (aka the straw hats were involved).

When he finally reunites with his crew, you are always the first one he seeks out, often finding you hidden away in his lab reading or helping Bepo with one-off tasks. When he finds you he’ll usually pull you in for a tight hug, his lanky arms wrapping tightly around your middle as he rests his cheek on the top of your hair. This usually lasts for some time, the crew knowing to leave you two be. You can practically feel Law’s tension in his shoulders melting away with each deep inhale of your scent, his eyes shut as he relishes being in your vicinity once more. 

Once he’s held you long enough he’ll lift his head and kiss your forehead, and this usually follows with you asking him how his mission went. If he tells you, it means it wasn’t as big of a headache as he expected, and if he ignores your question and instead asks how you were while he was away, you know that is his way of telling you he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’d much rather hear you talk about yourself than re-live the hellish events of trying to get Luffy to stick to a plan.

But, the way Law really shows you how much he missed you is when he’s finally able to get you alone. He’ll take his time gently undressing you, appreciating every curve of your body as he runs his soft hands over them, missing the way your skin feels beneath his fingers. He’d revel in the way his fingers would leave trails of goosebumps everywhere they went, letting out a small his when he finally swiped a finger through your drenched folds.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he’d whisper, dropping his head down to your breast he was kneading in his other hand, taking your nipple between his teeth teasingly. He’d keep his eyes on you the entire time, unable to look away as he watched your face contort in pleasure. When he slips the first finger inside you he’d feel his cock twitch in his pants, but it's the sound that leaves your mouth as he curls a second finger into your velvet walls that would have him nearly coming in his pants.

But he would compose himself, for now, working his magic fingers inside you as your moans filled the room, a soothing song to the chaos inside his head. He’d have you like this for hours, bringing you to the edge over and over again just so he could hear the way your voice caught in your throat when you cried out his name and feel how your body trembled from the over-stimulation. 

“Just one more,” he’d plead breathlessly into your ear as you clamped around his fingers, regardless of your half-hearted attempts at protesting, “Gotta make up for lost time.”

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Kidd would never admit how much he misses you when he’s away, simply for the sheer fact that he is a stubborn man and would rather die than hear his crew tease him about yet another thing when it comes to you. He grows incredibly restless on the return trip to the Victoria Punk, and either Heat, Wire, or Killer are sure to point out that you are the reason Kidd is in such a rush to return home.

So much so, that when he returns from a mission away he makes it a point not to seek you out and instead disappears into his workshop, knowing that is going to be the first place you come looking for him once you learn of his arrival.

Knowing how headstrong your lover is, you head below deck as soon as you notice Killer and Wire making their way to their quarters, almost positive that is where you will find Kidd.

You’d knock on the door and hear a grunt from inside before swinging open the door, Kidd’s eyes flicking over to you briefly before he turns back to whatever gadget he’d decided to work on.

Once you reach where he is seated you’d massage his shoulders or run your fingers through his hair, trying to gauge what mood he had returned home in. If he was in a good mood he’d stay quiet, letting you continue your ministrations until you inevitably broke the silence and asked about the mission. However most of the time, he’d grumble and flinch away from your touch, “What is it? Can’t ya see I’m busy?”

Growing accustomed to this facade, you’d sit on the bench near his workstation while he worked, grabbing a book from the shelf to occupy yourself or simply just watch him work until he dropped the act. 

When he can no longer take the distance anymore he’ll reach over with his metal arm and pull you into his lap roughly, a cheeky smirk on his face as he observes the excitement in your eyes.

“You miss me that much, Y/N?” he’d growl in your ear, pulling you closer to his chest when he felt your heart rate quicken. “Couldn’t wait to come in here and distract me, hm?”

His teasing sends a chill down your spine, and you feel the tent in his pants grow as you rock your hips into him teasingly. You’d nod your head as you looked up at him, biting down on your lip as he picked you up and carried you down the hall to his quarters. 

He’d hurriedly kick off his boots and pull off his pants after dropping you on the bed, nearly stumbling over as he made his way back to the bed. Your giggle at his clumsiness would make him growl lowly, and you’d teasingly laugh even louder as he approached the bed.

“Maybe you missed me a little bit too, hm, Captain?”

“Not a fucking chance,” he’d snarl as he flips you over, pulling your hips up into the air and bullying his fat cock inside of you without warning. He’d press your head into the pillow as your moans grew louder, trying to drown out the sounds of you so he wouldn’t come prematurely. He’s nearly always unsuccessful, however, his cock twitching as he pulls out of you and hot cum leaks from his cock and your cunt.

It’s then you press your luck by flipping onto your back and smirking up at him, propping your self up on your elbows as you lick your lips. “Need a minute?”

Your teasing has him lunging forward and kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip as he pushes his semi-hard cock back inside you, a grunted “fuck you,” leaving his lips as he begins rocking his hips back into you again.

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[innerfare]

Blue Balls - Eustass Kid: Part 2 

Summary: Captain Kid takes care of his blue balls; text below the cut. If you haven't already, read Part 1 here!

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Afab!Reader

Genre: smut

CW: penetrative sex, dom Kid, sex on the deck of the Victoria Punk

Word Count: 1,591

For a moment, Kid stood there in the alleyway with his dick in his hands- quite literally. His cock and balls throbbed, ached like he hadn’t fucked you in weeks despite you two having had sex two days ago. Of course, two days was a very long time for the two of you, and Kid had to wonder if that was part of your plan. 

He stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He gritted his teeth, thinking he could kill a man as he took off after you, the chore of running made so much more difficult by his heavy balls. As he ran, he thought of all the ways he was going to fuck you, all the ways he was going to have you crying beneath him, begging for the release you had denied him. 

The edges of his vision were red and blurry, and he had so much pent up energy he knew he’s start a fight with anyone who stepped between him and the Victoria Punk. Luckily, nobody did, and he caught up to you on the deck of the ship. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and swung you around, grinning as you screamed. You wiggled in his grasp and kicked your feet in an attempt to get away, but he didn’t loosen his grip for even a second, knowing damn well you would take off again and leave him to deal with his problem himself.  

“Kid, put me down.” 

He refused, holding you off the ground with ease.  

“You didn’t actually think you could outrun me, did you, spider?” 

“I thought I could at least find a hiding place before you caught up to me,” you admitted, still struggling to break free. Your chest heaved from the run to the ship. 

His chest heaved, too, his heart hammering not just from sprinting the distance from the alleyway to the ship but also from the hormones working their way through his body. The pressure between his legs was almost painful. “I can’t believe you just made me run half a mile with a fucking erection.” 

“I’m sorry, Captain.” You didn’t sound very sorry. “Let’s go back to your cabin, and I’ll make it up to you.” 

“Fuck that.” He set you back on your feet but kept his vice grip on you, holding your back flush against his bare abdomen. “You wanna play games, I’ll play games.” 

“Kid-” 

“I’m gonna fuck you right here on deck,” he growled in your ear, “and if the crew gets back, they’re gonna watch.” 

Your eyes widened. “Kid!” 

He clamped his hand over your mouth and pressed his erection into your lower back. 

“What’s wrong, spider? Don’t want them to see you get fucked like a little whore? As if they don’t already know the nasty things I do to you every night. I’m sure they’ve gotten off to the sound of your moans before. Please, daddy, cum balls deep inside me,” he mocked.  

You wanted to call him an asshole.  

Instead, you whimpered. “Kid, we can’t do this on deck.” 

“Of course we can.” He yanked your shirt up, relinquishing his grip on you only as long as it took to pull the garment over your head, exposing your breasts in the night. He squeezed one of your breasts and let out a low sigh of relief. He pressed his erection into you harder and groaned. “We can do whatever we want.” 

“Kid-” 

“It’s my ship,” he interrupted. “I’m the Captain. You’re not gonna tell me what I can and can’t do on my ship. Now, how about you do something with that pretty little mouth that doesn’t involve lying or complaining.” Keeping his metal arm wrapped tight around your midsection, he shoved his fingers into your mouth. “When you told me you weren’t in the mood last night, and again this morning, was that part of your little plan?” He rutted into you when he thought of the morning wood he’d woken up with. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, thinking you can tease me. I’m in charge, remember?” 

You tried to say something but only moans spilled out of your mouth as he fucked it with his fingers, saliva running down your chin. With your breasts exposed, your nipples erect from the chilly night air, Kid’s threat of the crew coming back and catching you in such a vulnerable, compromising position seemed all too real. And it only made you wetter. 

You tried grinding against his erection, but the height difference made it such that you could only hump his thigh, not that you minded. Kid had the best thighs, thick and muscular, and he let you get yourself off on them all the time. But that night, he pulled away. 

“You’re not off the hook just yet.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, but the break lasted only a few seconds, because then he was shoving his hand between your legs and getting a feel for the wetness you had denied him back in the alleyway. “For fuck’s sake, you’re creaming. But I guess it’s easy for you to play games since you don’t have to deal with fucking blue balls.” 

“It’s not easy,” you whined, hands latching onto his forearm. “I was just playing around a little bit.” 

Kid stroked your wet folds, but just as he pushed a dinger into your leaking hole, he felt the rubber band in his belly start to snap and pulled back to keep from cumming. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” His blood pressure was through the roof, and he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of him cumming before he even got his cock in you. 

“Do what? Tease me?” You couldn’t keep from smiling, knowing full well he was right at the edge and couldn’t drag things out the way you could. “I’m sure you can manage, daddy.” 

With a growl, he spun you around and picked you up, pushing you into the mast. He held you easily in his metal arm, the hand digging into your skin in case you got any ideas. “I was gonna be nice and finger you first, but I guess you’re just gonna have to take daddy’s big cock without any prep. You can manage, can’t you?” 

He pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants for the second time that night and lined it up with your entrance, not even bothering to discard your skirt. 

“Of course I can- fuck.” You bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as he pushed his cock all the way into you. The length was a lot to take, but it was the width that made your eyes sting with tears. But you refused to tap out, digging your nails into his back and crying out but taking what he gave you. 

“I think you owe me an apology.” He pulled all the way out and pushed back in, his breathing shallow from the effort it took not to cum right then. His balls were throbbing so hard he thought they might fall off, but he was determined to get that smugness out of your system. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but as you did, he began thrusting regularly. He fucked in and out of you, the pronounced head of his cock coming to your entrance with each pull and then kissing your cervix with each push, Kid’s hips snapping against mercilessly yours. 

“Say it, or I’ll tie you naked to the mast for the crew to find.” 

“Kid.” You cried into his shoulder, thoughts completely scattered from him fucking you. 

“What was that?” 

“Daddy. Daddy.” You held onto him like your life depended on it, not even noticing the way his metal arm cut into your skin, undoubtedly leaving scrapes and bruises for you to find in the morning. Checking yourself for marks the mooring after was one of your favorite parts of being with Captain Kid, though.  

“You owe daddy an apology,” he grunted in your ear. 

“I’m… s-s-sorry.” 

“What was that?” 

“I s-s-said…” It was all you could do to hold on tight as he pounded into you. The amount of slickness between your legs would have been humiliating had you had the wherewithal to feel embarrassed. But he had fucked you dumb, and in under five minutes. “I’m… s-sorry.” 

“Not good enough.” 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” The tension between your legs reached its peak, and your orgasm washed over you. You clenched painfully hard on his cock, but Kid didn’t relent, not even for a second. In fact, he began fucking you harder and sloppier. 

“You wanna act like a little whore, you’re gonna get fucked like a little whore.” He wrapped his fingers around your pretty throat and squeezed. “What do you think the crew would say if they saw this? Do you think they’d feel bad for you? I bet they’d be able to tell how much you’re enjoying it.” With that, the rubber band in his belly snapped, and he reached his climax. He thrust into you a few more times, pushing his hot load as deep as he could get it, pleased to know it would be seeping out of you for the rest of the night. 

“I’m sorry I teased you,” you panted, placing a hand on his cheek. “But I can’t promise it won’t happen again if that’s the punishment.” 

Kid grinned and kissed you. 

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[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ back in through the exit

includingㅤ—ㅤmonkey d. luffy / trafalgar d. law / portgas d. ace / donquixote "corazon" rosinante / eustass kidd / shachi / penguin

synopsis. first text from you since the proposed "break" from your relationship.

tag(s)&warning(s). gn! reader, question mark of relationships, so like... exclusive but not dating, swearing, shachi and penguin are sold tgther, mb

from vyon. luffy is not ooc if you open your heart to the fact that he's insanely emotionally intelligent and very straightforward, that's all i gotta say 🫀 uhhh, my sincerest apologies if i did cora wrong... (i haven't met him yet...)

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[armiliadawn]

Surrender

Word count: 4400

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Synopsis: You have been feeling tension in your back and neck for several days. You try to manage it on your own, but your captain has other plans and decides to relieve you…

Tags: Kidxf!Reader, not really NSFW, massage, possessive!Kid, soft!Kid, dom!Kid, fluff.

Notes: Just in time before the end of my birthday ^^ I’ve been working on this piece for a long time... I’m happy to share it with you today! @jintaka-hane and @pandora-writes-one-piece, this text is for you. I hope you like it and that I managed to capture the atmosphere well in both English and French. Thank you for everything; for your support, your encouragement, your messages, your comments, your reblogs. You are truly a source of inspiration for me. I love exchanging and sharing with you and rambling about our beloved grumpy Captain with the fiery hair. I love you, girls! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

The common room was bathed in a soft, flickering light cast by the lanterns hanging from the dark wooden beams. The steady swaying of the ship added a slight oscillation to the dancing shadows on the walls, making the atmosphere almost hypnotic. An enveloping silence reigned, punctuated only by the gentle creaking of the wood under the pressure of the waves, creating a familiar and reassuring melody. The air was imbued with the salty scent of the sea, mingled with the residual warmth of the day.

With your body heavy and your movements marked by the fatigue of a long and demanding day, you had settled on a high chair near the counter, seeking support that could ease the tension in your back and neck. Shoulders slumped, you absentmindedly brought your fingers to your neck, where a dull, insistent pain throbbed. The tension had taken hold for days, clinging to your muscles like an invisible weight, turning each movement into a nagging reminder of your exhaustion. Despite your efforts to ignore it, the sensation intensified, as if it fed on your will to push it away.

The ambient calm seemed to amplify each breath you took, each tremor of your fingers sliding over your tired skin. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the darkness offer you a brief, albeit fleeting, reprieve from your tumultuous thoughts. The space around you felt both comforting and heavy, filled with that temporary solitude which, paradoxically, made every sensation more palpable and more intense.

Yet, it was not only fatigue that made you tense. There was something else in the air, a far subtler but equally oppressive tension. Kid, your captain, had said almost nothing all day, but you knew he was watching you. You could feel his gaze on you, that piercing and weighty look that made you shiver more than you cared to admit.

For weeks, a sort of change had taken place between the two of you. Something you couldn’t name but felt every time you were near him. This silent bond, this almost tangible electricity hanging between you, like a storm on the verge of breaking. Conversations had become rarer, replaced by long, heavy glances and silences that seemed to stretch far longer than necessary. A silent storm, full of unspoken words and hidden emotions.

You unconsciously bit your lip, trying not to focus on the warmth in your chest that surged every time you thought of him, of his imposing presence. You tried to chase those thoughts away, to push them to the back of your mind, but they were always there, lurking, ready to overwhelm you when a thrill ran down your skin.

And you knew this thrill well.

You slowly opened your eyes, and it was only then that you saw him. Kid was standing in the shadows, leaning against the back wall, his massive silhouette outlined by the flickering lanterns light. In an instant, your breath caught, surprised by his presence that you hadn’t noticed until now. He was unusually silent, arms crossed over his chest, his intense gaze fixed on you.

He had been watching you out of the corner of his eye for several hours, frowning each time you rubbed your neck or stretched your shoulders. You had exchanged more glances than usual without saying a word. The tension between you kept growing day by day, and it had become almost unbearable for you.

Once the surprise passed, you tried to collect yourself, quickly looking away to break the burning connection of his eyes on you. But the silence remained heavy, and the air seemed charged with an indefinable anticipation, as if even the ship held its breath at this unexpected face-to-face.

Kid still didn’t move, his stillness amplifying the effect of his presence. You knew that when he was this calm, it never signaled anything ordinary.

He finally moved, crossing the room with his determined, imposing stride. You followed him with your eyes, thinking he would leave the room and let you be, but you didn’t expect him to stop right next to you. He was imposing, magnetic, and that mere proximity made you shiver.

“Sit properly,” he ordered in a rough voice, without preamble.

You looked up, surprised. “Excuse me?”

“Your back, your neck... You’re going to completely lock up if you keep going like that.” His piercing eyes left no room for argument. “Let me take care of it,” he said, guiding you to adjust your posture and placing his right hand gently on your shoulder.

What?

Your heart skipped a beat. The idea that Kid, the feared captain, was offering... a massage? You didn’t know what to think anymore.

“No, it’s fine, it’s just a little tension. It’ll pass,” you replied, swallowing hard.

A wave of warmth flushed your cheeks, and you could already feel your heartbeat quickening. This exchange was becoming far too intimate.

But Kid wasn’t the type to accept refusal. He moved around the chair, pressing his hand more firmly on your shoulder to keep you from leaving.

“Stop pretending to be strong and let me do this.” Your breath caught in your throat as he positioned himself behind you, imposing, and you felt the weight of his presence overwhelm you. With a confident gesture, he moved his hand up to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly into your tense muscles.

The warmth of his palm radiated instantly through your skin, flooding every inch of your body. You couldn’t decide if it was the contact, his closeness, or the intensity of the moment that made you so nervous, but your whole body reacted. It was like an electric current spreading at an alarming speed. Your skin responded immediately, every fiber sensitive to the slightest movement of his fingers.

He was surprisingly skilled, despite having only one functional hand. Every movement was precise, as if he knew exactly where to press to release the accumulated tension. There was no hesitation in his touch, no doubt.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re as tense as a bowstring about to snap,” he murmured, almost to himself, continuing the massage with a surprising expertise.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sigh of relief that threatened to escape. The pain that had been weighing on you all day gradually dissipated under his fingers. You felt your muscles relaxing, despite yourself. His hand, rough and large, brought an unexpected comfort. He said nothing, focused on his task, but his slow, steady breathing against your bare skin made you shiver.

His fingers pressed slightly into a knot of tension, and you couldn’t suppress a sigh as your body instinctively yielded to the pressure. That warmth... it spread like a slow fire through you, transforming the pain into an unexpected kind of pleasure. Every inch of your skin seemed hypersensitive to his touch, and you struggled to keep your body from betraying the effect he had on you.

No matter how hard you tried to stay calm, every movement of Kid made pushed you further off balance. The warmth of his hand spread through your body, sparking a troubling sensation that mingled with the fatigue and pain you had accumulated. But it was no longer just tension in your muscles; it was something else. Something much deeper, more intimate, that burned softly beneath your skin.

“You really don’t know how to relax,” he breathed softly, his breath brushing against your skin as he leaned slightly closer, his deep voice resonating in the almost oppressive silence of the room.

His fingers began to slide under the strap of your tank top, exploring the tense muscles of your shoulders. The precision of his movements was disconcerting. Despite his imposing stature and reputation as a brute, he massaged you with a gentleness you would have never imagined. Even with just one hand, he made you feel every pressure, every movement as if your entire body belonged to him. You bit your lip discreetly, trying to suppress another sigh that threatened to escape."

His hand moved a bit lower, lingering on a sensitive spot between your shoulder blades, and a shiver ran through your entire body. You closed your eyes, trying to push away the sensation that overwhelmed you, but it was impossible. The way his fingers pressed, the way his warmth spread... It was too much. Too intense, too intoxicating.

'Kid, I...' your voice faltered slightly, unable to find the right words. You wanted to say something, anything, to regain a bit of control. But everything seemed futile against the mastery he displayed."

"Let it go," he replied calmly, but with a firmness that allowed no argument. It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order. You felt trapped by that deep voice, by that burning hand wrapping you in a silent embrace. And you no longer had the strength to fight.

Nor the desire.

His hand moved slowly up, caressing the curve of your neck before returning to your shoulder, his thumb gliding with calculated slowness over the tense line of your muscles. You felt your body relax despite yourself, surrendering to his touch. You were no longer in control, and each brush of his skin against yours made you shiver even more.

"You're much more sensitive than you let on," he murmured, an almost audible smile in his voice.

He knew.

He knew what his touch did to you, how you tried to hide the effect he had on you. But he wouldn’t let you escape.

His fingers ventured even lower, lingering on your back, tracing the natural curve of your spine. The heat of his hand only grew, and each slow, precise movement seemed to awaken sensations you had never felt before. It was almost too much. Your breath quickened, and you desperately tried to maintain control, but your body betrayed you.

“Kid…” you tried to protest again, but your voice sounded foreign, muffled by the intensity of the moment.

"Shh," he replied, his deep voice resonating right by your ear. He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your bare skin, sending a wave of shivers through your body. "Just let it happen."

He was far too close now. You could almost feel the heat of his body against yours, and just the thought of that proximity was enough to make your heart race. His hand, still firm but attentive, continued its exploration as if he knew every corner of your body, every sensitive spot you tried to hide. Every time he pressed a little harder, a sigh escaped your lips despite yourself, and you could no longer control your reactions. He knew it. He felt your body yielding under his touch, surrendering to his movements.

“Let go,” he repeated, this time in a lower, almost husky whisper. His fingers slid gently over the curve of your collarbone, moving up to your neck with an exasperating slowness. And this time, you didn’t even try to resist.

Your breathing became deeper, more ragged, as you lost yourself in the sensations. Each movement of his hand seemed to ignite your skin a little more, each pressure sending shivers racing through you. Your mind wandered, unable to think of anything but that hand on you, the heat enveloping your whole body. Your world had shrunk to this single touch, to this intimacy you had barely dared to dream of.

Then, slowly, Kid leaned even closer. His chest almost brushed against your back, his burning breath caressing the back of your neck. The tension between you was unbearable, and yet, you had never wanted something so intensely. The closeness, the heat, that hand capable of controlling everything... You were swept away, lost in this wave of sensations.

"I know how you feel," he purred close to your ear, his deep voice piercing right through you.

An uncontrollable shiver ran through you. His words were a promise, an invitation to relinquish that last shred of control. And at that moment, you knew there was no escape. Kid had taken over, not just your body, but every thought, every sensation. All that was left was to surrender.

And he was going to make it happen.

Your mind was in turmoil. Kid’s words echoed within you, striking every thought, breaking down the barriers you had tried so hard to maintain. He was too close, his warm hand still on your neck, sliding slowly down your back with disconcerting expertise. Your breathing quickened, each breath harder than the last, as the proximity of his body and the heat of his breath overwhelmed you.

"Don't hide from me what you want," he had murmured, his voice resonating in your ear like an invitation impossible to ignore.

You wanted to protest, to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. You were trapped by your own emotions, by the heat consuming you, by the tension that kept building between you. Your throat tightened, your skin burned under his fingers, and despite yourself, you felt incapable of resisting any longer.

"I know you feel it too," he whispered again, his deep voice making you shiver. His fingers brushed against your skin with such slowness that you thought your heart might explode from the intensity of that simple touch. "This tension... it won't disappear if we ignore it."

His words hit the mark. The tension between you had never dissipated. For weeks, it had only grown, weaving into every glance, every gesture, until now, when it had become unbearable. You closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, but you were already too far gone to turn back.

"Kid..." you breathed, your voice trembling. It wasn’t a protest, nor a request. It was just his name, slipping from your lips like a plea for help, but also a surrender.

"Do you really think you can still resist me, lass?" he murmured, his warm breath caressing your face.

His eyes traced the line of your neck and lingered on your hair, neatly braided, a detail that stirred something within him.

Slowly, he let his fingers slide down to the base of the first braid, his touch light at first, almost hesitant, before becoming more assured. With calculated precision, he took hold of the elastic holding the braid, sliding it off slowly, unhurriedly. His grip, usually firm and rough, was surprisingly delicate here. The simple contact of his fingers against your hair felt searing, sending a shiver down your spine.

" You won't need it now," he murmured in a deep, rough voice, his warm breath brushing against your neck.

You felt your throat tighten at his touch, a gentle yet intense heat spreading throughout your body. Kid began to undo the braid, strand by strand, each of his movements slow and meticulous. He let his fingers glide over each lock, seeming to savor the moment, as if he wanted every action to remind you that you were under his control, at his mercy.

When he finished undoing the first braid, he slowly ran his hand through your hair, pushing it aside and letting it fall freely over your shoulders.

His hand lingered for a moment on your neck, brushing your skin with an almost possessive touch. The contrast between the gentleness of his touch and the force of his presence left you defenseless, each brush of his fingers sending shivers through you that you could no longer suppress.

He moved to the second braid, repeating the same ritual with an exasperating slowness, undoing each strand with measured precision. Occasionally, he let his fingers sink gently into your hair, caressing your scalp in a way that sparked electric sensations overwhelming you. You could no longer stifle your moans, and Kid smirked, satisfied with the effect he was having on you.

When the second braid was undone, he ran his hand through your loose hair, gently separating it to let it fall around your face.

He then tugged lightly on your locks, just enough to tilt your head back, exposing your neck further. His hand in your hair didn’t loosen its grip, and you felt a wave of intense heat wash over you, as if this simple act plunged you into an abyss of sensations you had never known. His hold wasn’t rough, but it kept you firmly anchored, grounding you in the moment.

Then, without warning, his metal hand gently settled around your throat. The coldness of his touch contrasted with the burning heat of his skin, and you felt your breath catch as the metallic fingers encircled your neck. He didn’t squeeze. He just held you, a gesture that was both incredibly tender and intensely possessive.

His metal thumb traced softly along the line of your jaw, and you felt your chest rise with the burning desire that surged within you. You were trapped in this moment, unable to move, yet every fiber of your being craved more.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured in a husky voice, his warm breath brushing your ear as his fingers tightened slightly around your throat, never harming you. It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. A declaration of quiet, yet infinite dominance.

The combination of his two hands – the warmth of his skin in your hair and the cold metal around your neck – overwhelmed you with sensation. And in that moment, you knew you no longer wanted to escape. You surrendered completely to his will, your body responding to every movement, every touch, every brush.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered close to your ear, his deep, rough voice sending a shockwave through you.

His metal hand slid softly, tracing your neck, lingering just enough for you to feel that possessive presence. You were completely at his mercy, every fiber of your body instinctively reacting to this silent yet total domination. And as you tried to maintain control, Kid moved closer, pressing his chest against your back, his warmth engulfing you entirely.

He gently tugged at your hair, tilting your head back further until it rested on his shoulder, his metal fingers now brushing your collarbone before slowly moving down along your chest. The coldness of the metal contrasted with the heat of his body, each touch drawing you deeper into this intensity. Kid didn’t loosen his grip. On the contrary, he enveloped you fully with his presence, his body against yours, holding you firmly under his control.

“I know what you feel,” he repeated, his voice deeper, slower, as if savoring every moment. “You don’t need to hide anymore.”

His lips grazed the back of your neck, leaving light but searing kisses as his flesh hand, still buried in your hair, applied a delicate yet unyielding pressure, holding you in place. His metal hand, meanwhile, slid lower, grazing the sensitive skin of your neckline with an unbearable slowness, each touch awakening uncontrollable shivers within you. He didn’t go further, but just the fact that he held you like this, at his mercy, was enough to overwhelm you.

“Someone could come in…” you tried to murmur, your voice betraying your unease. But you knew your words were futile. Kid had already thought of everything, orchestrated everything.

“No one will come in unless I decide it,” he replied simply, his metal fingers tracing new lines on your skin, pulling more uncontrollable shivers from you. “And even if they did, it wouldn’t change anything. You are mine, here and now.”

“I control everything here… just as I control you.”

He tightened his grip slightly on your throat, forcing your head to tilt back even more, exposing your neck to his insistent gaze. “Look at me,” he ordered, his deep, commanding voice resonating in the silence.

You obeyed without thinking, your eyes meeting his. His gaze was intense, filled with that relentless domination that made you tremble. Kid gently tugged on a strand of your hair, his expression showing a mix of satisfaction and desire, and he let his fingers slide slowly down your neck, brushing your skin with a surprising yet possessive gentleness.

“Know one thing,” he whispered, his eyes holding yours. “From now on… you are mine. And I won’t let anyone or anything change that. I want you completely at my mercy,” he murmured, his rough, low voice making you shiver to your fingertips. “Every breath, every shiver, belongs to me.”

Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his lips to your throat, placing a slow, burning kiss at the exact spot where he could feel your pulse racing. The touch of his lips, so close to that sensitive point, made you lose control of your breathing. Each breath became shorter, more ragged, as if your body struggled to contain everything you were feeling. Your throat tightened slightly under his kisses, and you felt an intense shiver run from your neck to the tips of your fingers.

Your lips trembled slightly, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. You tried to regain control of your breath, but it was a losing battle.

He felt your body tense, desperately seeking an anchor. That drew a slight smile to his lips. Kid relished this sense of control, this soft yet relentless dominance he exerted over you. He could feel how hard you fought to maintain your composure, but each movement, each tremble of your body showed him that you were yielding to him completely, that you no longer had the strength to resist.

His lips continued to travel across your throat, his kisses becoming deeper, more demanding. He wanted to feel you completely let go, to reach that moment where you would abandon all resistance. Kid loved this game, this slow build-up of tension where he made you surrender, forcing you to accept each touch, each caress as proof of his domination. He tightened his hand slightly on your neck, holding you firmly in place, savoring the sensation of your body trembling against his.

Despite his brute strength and reputation as a ruthless pirate, Kid showed remarkable control over himself at this moment. He wasn’t rushing. He knew that pushing you gently, slowly, into this state of submission made the moment even more intense. He delighted in every reaction you offered him, every shiver he provoked in you. Your ragged breath, your moans, the tremors that coursed through your body, all of it fed him, filled him with a satisfaction he couldn’t hide.

His eyes darkened as he looked at you, his lips grazing your skin, his warm breath brushing your throat. “You’re mine,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, his rough voice full of absolute certainty. He could feel your body tense under that declaration, but instead of giving you an escape, he held you firmly, letting his fingers trace slowly down your stomach, savoring every movement, every response of your body.

He loved the idea that no one else could make you feel what he made you feel.

The constant pressure of his metal hand on your throat, combined with the softness of his lips, plunged you into total confusion. Your body responded with both uncontrollable shivers and tremors that coursed through you with each moment. You felt your muscles tense with each kiss, each caress, your stomach tightening almost painfully under the burning desire consuming you.

Kid slightly loosened his grip around your throat, just enough to turn you toward him, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. Your muscles tensed, every fiber of your being seeking to resist, but his hands applied a gentle yet unyielding pressure, letting you know that there would be no escape. His hard, possessive gaze captured every emotion playing across your face, and he savored this moment, this vulnerability he saw in you.

“Look at me,” he ordered in a deep, husky voice, his tone cutting through you like a blade. “I want to see you surrender… completely.”

Your breath came in uneven gasps, your eyes searching for a momentary escape, but you were held captive by his stare. Your lips parted under the weight of his silent dominance, a slight tremble betraying your state of surrender. The distance between you seemed to dissolve under the intensity of his hold, his gaze piercing you, demanding the total submission you felt was inevitable.

He slid his flesh hand up to your jaw, holding your face with controlled firmness, his fingers exerting a possessive pressure that left no doubt: he had you, and he intended to mark every moment of it. His thumb gently stroked your cheek, tracing burning lines across your skin, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Say it,” he murmured commandingly, his lips mere inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. “Tell me that you belong to me.”

Your hands, almost trembling, rested instinctively on his chest to find support, an anchor in this sea of sensations. Your heart pounded so hard that you could feel each beat resonate throughout your entire body, every fiber of you responding to this relentless domination. A whisper escaped your lips, your voice weak, almost broken by the intensity of the moment: “I am… yours.”

A satisfied smile touched his lips. His gaze, filled with an unbridled possessiveness, shone with an intensity that made you shiver. He lowered his lips to your ear, his words reverberating like a promise, dark and undeniable.

Before you could respond, he claimed your lips in an unyielding, demanding kiss.

This kiss was a claim, an assertion of his power over you, and you felt each pressure, each touch of his lips as an indelible mark. Kid controlled every movement, and you let yourself be swept away by this total hold, your body surrendering completely to this silent domination.

His hands roamed your back and neck with calculated precision, alternating between the warmth of his skin and the coolness of steel. You felt your last defenses crumble under this touch, each shiver, each tremble betraying your complete submission. You were his, utterly and without reservation, and he knew it.

When he finally pulled back, his intense gaze remained locked on yours, as if probing every thought, every emotion. He slowly ran his fingers through your disheveled hair, a gesture that was both possessive and tender.

He finally released his hold, but his gaze, filled with that absolute dominance, made it clear that this connection would never fade. Your heart pounded so hard that you felt each beat resonate through your body, and the warmth of his gaze, his voice, his embrace enveloped you entirely. Kid’s eyes bore into yours with that possessive intensity that left no doubt about his intentions.

He observed you for another moment, as if to imprint every detail of your surrender, and his lips brushed yours again, his voice murmuring with unyielding certainty: “From now on… every part of you is mine.”

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